#martindeservedbetter

[martindeservedbetter]

loathing you wasn't right

Teldryn Sero x F! Dragonborn! Reader word count: 2118 triggers: none

"You're going back to Skyrim… without me?! Why?!"

"It's just…" she stared off, not wanting to meet Teldryn's upset eyes.

"... I didn't want to bring you home, to Skyrim, that is. I just wanted two lives, a Dragonborn for one, and a welcoming adventurous patron for the other. Which means-"

"You don't want me to ruin your perfect picture… what a load of crap. Fine. Go on then, go do your Skyrim things. Just know that I'll be exploring Tamriel on my own, and I won't be here when you get back."

___________________

Skip forward two weeks and Teldryn was still wasting away his days in the Retching Netch, hoping that maybe, just maybe she'd come back to him.

"Still moping over Y/n, I see," Geldis teased, placing a drink down in front of Teldryn, who sat at the bar for once, rather than the upper-level seating area.

"I paid for a drink, not a snide remark, Geldis."

"Just go out adventuring as you said. Get your mind off of her."

"And where should I be going? Hmm? The only way off this rock is to Skyrim, and I don't fancy running into her."

"Is it perhaps because you fancy her? You get it because-"

"I don't need this," Teldryn stood up, tossing Geldis some septims, grabbed his sujamma, and turned to leave the corner club.

"You can't run from your feelings, Teldryn!"

"Just watch me!”

He retorted, securing his chitin helmet back on his head before being met with the ashen atmosphere of Raven Rock.

Oh, how he loathed the place. 

Sure, he had made it his home for countless years and had made many fond memories with the people, but he loathed it all the same.

Teldryn seemed to loathe many things.

He loathed the way she laughed and said his name.

He loathed the fact that she would hug him after a battle.

He loathed the way she stared in awe of their campfires.

And most importantly, he loathed the way his chest hurt when he thought of her.

“Damn her.”

It was like he couldn’t look around at the village in front of him, because all he saw were the memories bubbling up. He only stared ahead, trying to blot out any of his thoughts, and it came as no surprise to himself that he found himself pushing through the doors of her home.

The large manor she had been given was dark and cold. She had left many of her belongings behind. And Teldryn would fondly stare at them, as he continued down into the main part of her home.

“You’re more than welcome to stay here with me, Teldryn.”

“You can’t actually mean that, Y/n.”

“No, I do. It’s too large to live in alone. There’s this room over here,” she grabbed his hand and pulled him over,” I would love it if it was yours.”

“Then I’ll stay. If that’s what you wish.”

Teldryn stared down at his hand clenching and unclenching it, before shaking his head and scolding himself for trying to remember how pleasant her hand felt in his-

“Just stop it! You’re Teldryn Sero! The best swordsman in Morrowind! You’re not some lovesick s’wit, so stop acting like one.”

It was a lame attempt at clearing his mind, but he accepted it all the same and made his way into the master bedroom. Her bedroom.

What a mistake.

Her room still smelled of her, the same smell that filled his nose as she would bury her face into his chest while hugging. And although every part of him told him to leave, he stayed.

He fell onto her bed, overwhelmed by the scent of her and the softness of the furs that covered her blanket.

“Y/n… why did you leave me..?”

He muttered, tearing the helmet back off of his face and tossing it far away from him.

He heard the shattering of glass, and he cringed.

“Damn it…”

He slowly brought himself to his feet and saw the shattered vase on her desk, and as he gathered the pieces, his eyes caught the scribbling of his name.

Teldryn Sero

He set the shards aside and opened the folded paper.

I have to leave Solstheim. I can’t stay any longer, I refuse to fall anymore in love with him. Teldryn Sero… such a grumpy elf… but that didn’t stop my foolish heart. Those crimson eyes have me swooning and I want to wake up to the rasp of his voice in the morning for hundreds of thousands of mornings. But he doesn’t deserve to deal with the life I lead. The constant never knowing if I’ll return again. The endless traveling and speaking to officials, not to mention the threat of the civil war… Teldryn deserves to follow someone, to love someone that’s not me.

I’ll suffer for a thousand years if it means that Teldryn is happy.

“Stupid… so stupid…”

That didn’t stop the shaking of his hands or the pounding of his heart.

It was astonishing to learn that she had felt the same all this time. For Teldryn, it was like time stood still. Everything he loathed about her wasn't quite what he thought.

He loved the way she laughed and said his name.

He loved the fact that she would hug him after a battle.

He loved the way she stared in awe of their campfires.

He loved her.

Teldryn wanted her to wake up in his arms and see that smile she wore after hearing his voice. He wanted morning kisses and slow dances in the kitchen. He wanted everything you would never think a mercenary would want, he wanted to be loved.

Teldryn's body seemed to drag itself out of her home and back to the docks, staring out at the grayed sky and the barren harbor.

He stared out at the abyss of sea separating him from her.

"The Northern Maiden is set to return today."

"Hmm?"

Teldryn turned to the voice of the Nordic docks worker.

"You look like a man who needs to be elsewhere."

"Well thank you for telling me what I look like, I truly appreciate it."

"I'm just trying to help-"

"And I don't need it. Please go run along, and do whatever it is you do," Teldryn retorted, snapping at the poor man.

The Nord quickly scampered away from the Dunmer. 

"You know, you didn't have to scare the boy, Teldryn. He did give you the information you wanted." Spoke the familiar voice. 

"...I didn’t recall needing your opinion, Geldis,” Teldryn called, turning around to face his only friend.

“Ah,” spoke the Dunmeri barkeep,” but you clearly need it. You’ve been falling apart for weeks. What changed and brought you here? Did you finally realize?”

“Realize what? There’s nothing to realize-”

“Teldryn Sero, you must be a s’wit if you haven’t realized it yet. You’re in love with the Dragonborn.”

Teldryn scoffed and turned away from him.

“You can’t even lie and say no. You’ve just gotten quiet for the first time in your life.”

“You haven’t known me nearly that long-”

“That doesn’t mean you’re not the grumpy mercenary that sat in my bar for months, boasting his skills. You’re not a quiet mer, Teldryn. Just admit it.” 

“No, alright? She’s already gone, and she’s been gone. Realizing something so significant now will just… just make the pain in my chest worse.”

"...you'll never be better if you don't admit it. If you truly want to move on-"

"Ah, but there's a problem Geldis. I don't want to. I don't think I can. I've never loved a man or mer before in my 200 years of life…"

"So you're holding on. You're going to spend your dying breaths waiting for that girl to return…"

"I've never made the best decisions, Geldis, you know that. Just let me have this."

"Just promise yourself and me this, you'll tell her if you see her again. You'll tell her everything Teldryn.”

“I guess I can try.”

He huffed, trying to maintain his composure and arrogant demeanor, but by Azura, he should’ve known the mer could see through it.

“Teldryn.”

“Fine, I’ll do it. I’ll tell Y/n that I… that I-”

He faked a cough, trying to cover his tracks with a ‘damn ash’.

“You’re a sorry excuse for a Dunmer if you can’t say three words.”

“She isn’t here, so I don’t have to say a word.”

Teldryn walked down the pier, fully ignoring Geldis’s protests.

And now we’re back to being a lovesick s’wit, fantastic. At least I can catch the first boat out of here, now to just…

He once again threw back on his helmet and leaned against the stone building, deciding now was a good time to get his rest before boarding the ship. He had learned how to sleep standing upright after being a mercenary for quite a number of years. The man let out a sigh and settled into a comfortable position before drifting into a light sleep.

___________________

“Teldryn?”

Ah, her voice. What a cruel joke, can’t even dream in peace.

“Silly mer…”

He felt something brush against his jaw through the scarf.

“I’ll cut your hand off if you don’t put it down,” he muttered, not bothering to open his eyes.

“Well, it’s a good thing that wasn’t my hand then.”

Then the voice proceeded to do the same thing again, which quickly brought Teldryn out of any drowsiness he had.

“I already warned you-! Y/n?”

His voice softened when he recognized her, and he felt his face begin to warm in embarrassment.

“Hey… I’m back.”

“...Why?”

He watched her face shift into one of amusement to a bittersweet one.

“I missed you. It was a mistake to leave. I wasn’t expecting to find you here.”

“I never left…”

He muttered, turning his face away.

“I’m glad…” she slipped her hand into his, interlocking their fingers.

Teldryn looked down at their hands, and couldn’t quell the anxiety that came off of him in droves.

“I uh… I need to tell you something.”

“Of course, Teldryn. You can tell me anything.”

“So…” he sucked in a sharp breath.

“...I didn’t exactly know how to cope with you leaving. Hit the Netch every night, and tried to sleep the day away…”

She began to run her thumb across the back of his gloved hand.

“...and I just… had so much resentment for you. It took those two weeks for me to figure it out but… I’ve learned that I simply adore your smile…”

He took a short pause to catch the embarrassed smile that ghosted her lips.

“...that I enjoyed your hugs, that I found your facial expressions… pleasant.”

“Oh yeah?”

That stupid smile of hers had come back to stay, clearly amused by his awkwardness.

"I suppose I learned that I… love you."

"I love you too Teldryn."

It blew him away how she answered him immediately, this interesting shine in her eyes. It took him a moment to realize that they were tears.

"Don't cry," he mused, wiping the tears away from her face.

"I'm just so happy. I really thought I had lost you…"

"Never. I would have waited a thousand years for you, just to have this."

Teldryn brought her hand to his lips, brushing the scarf away, and placing a kiss to her knuckles.

"Really?" She smiled, still in tears, but clearly feeling better about the situation.

"Really."

"Can I ki-"

She put her hands up to the sides of his face.

"Please do," he muttered in response, pulling the chitin helmet off and dropping it.

Y/n pulled him down to meet her, lips connecting and sending chills down his spine, pleasantly surprised by the feelings he received, he smiled into the kiss.

She was the first to pull away, grinning like an idiot, but Teldryn knew he looked the same.

"Be mine?"

"I assumed we were already there, but absolutely."

"S'wit."

"You love me."

He rolled his eyes, failing to stop smiling as well.

"I simply adore you."

Teldryn watched as her face wore a soft smile and she seemed to lose her footing.

"Oh, you like that? You want more pleasant compliments?" Teldryn teased.

"Stop being mean."

"Never," he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

She gave a soft hum in response.

"Any jobs available? I'd love to bring my mercenary along."

"Well I heard the Skaals could use some help, though, it's far too cold for my liking."

"That sounds like a new adventure. Let's go!"

He quickly grabbed his helm as she dragged him by the hand.

And by Azura, did he love her more than anything.

#first fic i've posted on here! #i originally posted these on wattpad and now i wanna see how well they do on tumblr #skyrim #tes v #tes #teldryn sero #teldryn sero x reader #teldryn sero x dragonborn #the elder scrolls #elder scrolls skyrim #teldryn x reader #tes fic #martindeservedbetter #solstheim

[martindeservedbetter]

warhammer

Brynjolf x F! Dragonborn! Reader

word count: 1985

triggers: none

summary: Who could've thought a pair like them could've bonded over a warhammer? Clearly not themselves.

prompt: from @writings-of-a-hufflepuff List #5 prompt 9.

"You really thought I was dead?"

"Mercer, you're back, but where's-"

"Dead. Karliah got her before I got the chance to save her. Such a shame really... she showed so much promise."

The guild all watched Brynjolf freeze, but they'd all seen it before. It wasn't new for his protege to get caught or killed, but his response was so different this time. He seemed... sadder. As this time it was personal like she was more than a protege.

"I'll be back. I'm going to go find her."

"Were you not listening boy? She's dead."

"Just let me do this, alright? I just need to know." He retorted, not keeping to his cool under pressure attitude.

"Do I need to get you a horse-?" Delvin asked, only to be cut off by the man in question.

"I'll be fine Delvin. Be back as soon as I can-" Brynjolf answered.

"You're insane Brynjolf. Can't you just take my word for it?!" Mercer yelled, calling after the man who was already leaving. The man who ignored the protests of the other members entirely.

___________________

Not finding any proof had only made it that much harder for Brynjolf to accept it. And he scoured the Sanctum, only to find dried blood in an open room.

Damn Karliah. Damn her to Oblivion.

Brynjolf had struggled to find any other way to accept it, so he just blamed Karliah instead, finding it was much easier than anything else. She had killed the last guild master, so who's to say that she wouldn't kill another member? One that was going to help fix all of the problems.

"Brynjolf, please, just stop drinking, it's not going to change anything," Vekel muttered.

"Just give me the damn drink, Vekel."

"No. I will not indulge you in this. I don't care if you're hurting, please just accept that she's gone."

"How? She was... she was special."

"The same way I got over my parents. Time and goodbyes." Sapphire suddenly began speaking and slid into the barstool next to Brynjolf.

"I'm not ready for that."

"Then no mead, no wine, no alcohol whatsoever. It won't help, it'll only make it worse."

Brynjolf groaned, and got up and walked away, hoping to at least be alone. To maybe find some peace by going through her things. To maybe just sleep. Just anything to be free of people's dagger-like eyes that pierced him with judgment.

His eyes flickered to her empty bed, the way it just looked so wrong. Brynjolf sat himself in front of her chest, looking through her things, noticing things that he recognized, specifically a certain warhammer...

"Lass, this is ballsy, even for you."

"Shh, it'll be fine."

He watched her sneak away, attempting to steal the war hammer right off the guard's back.

And all Brynjolf remembered was the way the hammer was too heavy for her hands and she carried it back over to him with the largest smile on her face.

"I told you it'd be fine."

"I guess I should believe you more often lass."

He took the hammer out of her arms, and she seemed to sigh in relief, but still high from the thrill of theft.

"Obviously. Don't be an idiot, I'm just as good of a thief as yourself."

"Of course," he mused as he mussed up her hair, and she slapped his hand away.

"Do you know how hard it is to tame this?!"

And Brynjolf just laughed as she attempted to fix her barely messed up hair, scowling as she did so.

"You're so lovely, lass."

"I would say 'you too' but you were a jerk who messed up my hair!"

"You look fine, lass."

"Says the guy who rolls out of bed and looks gorgeous."

"That's very flattering, Y/n, but not entirely true."

He watched her jaw drop, and he gave a soft chuckle.

"You do not comb through your hair! There's no way in Oblivion-"

"And that's where you'd be wrong lass."

"Oh, my gods... Brynjolf is a fancy man."

"And proud of it."

He winked, yet didn't fail to catch the glimpse of a blush dusting her cheeks.

"What happened to you lass..?"

It wasn't long before there was a clamor coming from the Flagon, and when the Cistern door flew open, every member was on alert.

Karliah...

Brynjolf decided to be civilized but was not afraid to turn from the plan if it even slightly went south.

"Karliah, what did you do to Y/n?"

___________________

"Y/n? You're alive?"

It was Vekel who seemed to notice her first, and it drew the attention of the few other members still in the Flagon.

"Y/n? But Mercer said-" Tonilia started.

"Mercer lied. He's lied to all of you for years."

The newest recruit had been confirmed dead by the current guild master, and he'd managed to convince everyone but a certain second in command.

"Brynjolf looked for you. We were also worried about the fact that you two were gone that he just, decided to seek answers for himself... He hasn't been well."

"Vekel, is he here? We have a lot to talk about, and I need the entire guild's attention."

"Of course, he should just be in the Cistern-"

But she was already gone, ready to tell everyone the truth and to address her Brynjolf situation, but that would have to take a backseat. There were far more pressing matters at hand.

As she pushed through the Cistern door, she heard arguing amongst the members and loads of insults toward Karliah.

"Mercer's a liar."

"Lass..."

Brynjolf's face softened and she watched his body seem to go slack.

'He looked for you... he hasn't been well.'

"Karliah saved my life. Mercer tried to kill me."

She lifted her shirt to show the fresh scar along her stomach.

Brynjolf's eyes traced the marred skin, and his body seemed to tense the longer he looked.

"He's been robbing you blind for years, check the vault."

Karliah added, standing right by Y/n's side. Y/n had put her shirt back down, smoothing it out as she stood increasingly closer to Karliah.

"Lass?"

Those eyes of his... those gorgeous emerald eyes bore into her, coaxing an answer from her. Silently pleading for the truth, clearly uncomfortable with the woman beside her.

"She's right, please, Bryn, believe us." Y/n copied his own eyes, begging him for the decency to believe her.

He let out a sigh before shouting," Oi, Delvin! We need to open the vault."

"Thank you..." she breathed, smiling over to Karliah.

Brynjolf looked over to her, very upset about the large scar on her torso, and although he was warry of Karliah, he knew of what happened to Gallus and it didn't help that he knew what it felt like to hear that Y/n was dead. But he threw that to the side when he saw Y/n smile at Karliah, watching her seem very relaxed around the supposed murderer of Gallus and Y/n herself.

"You called, Brynjolf?"

"Put your key in, we need to get this door open."

"Of course."

Y/n hesitantly walked toward the vault, standing right beside Brynjolf. It made him feel a wave of relief knowing she was this close again.

"It's empty! It's all gone!" Delvin yelled back to the group after doing a sweep of the vault.

"Mercer! Damn him!" Brynjolf answered, entering the vault to confirm the claim.

It was a stab at the entire guild like someone had slit the guild's throat and captured its riches as if it were blood. The experience was numbing to most guild members, realizing that not only had all of their hard work been for naught, but their guild master was also the reason for it. He had caused every problem they had ever faced, yet always found some scapegoat, never allowing himself to be seen in a negative light as he tore the guild apart from the inside.

"When I see him, I swear I'm going to-"

"Vex! You know that's not how we operate. We just need to figure this out..." Brynjolf chided the white-haired woman, who was now seething in anger but held her tongue, silently planning Mercer Frey's death in several different ways.

"Lass," Brynjolf turned to Y/n," Tell me everything that's been going on."

"I will Bryn, I promise, but first... can we be alone? Vekel said you haven't been well-"

"So long as we speak of the guild first, of course, lass."

Y/n held out a hand, which he quickly accepted, allowing her to lead him to the intended destination. Although the place was just the secret entrance for the Cistern, they sat on the hidden steps together.

She first informed him about how Karliah had been framed, that Mercer Frey had betrayed them and brought a curse upon the Guild after infuriating Nocturnal. She then led into the tales of the secret trio of Nightingales being true.

"The Nightingales? I thought that was just an old legend, but I believe you lass."

"It seems that we don't have much of a choice in anything anymore Bryn..."

He cleared his throat, garnering her undivided attention.

"What was it that you wanted to talk about lass?"

She gave a soft smile, grabbing his hand and intertwining her fingers with his.

"Vekel said you've been..." she paused, for lack of better words," not well."

"I've not been ill, lass."

"I didn't mean it that way. He said you came for me."

"...I had to make sure it wasn't true."

"You really thought I was dead?"

"No," Brynjolf felt his heart jump into his throat, and he tried to cough up an answer.

"I just... I didn't believe Mercer when he told me you were dead... I... I had to see for myself."

Brynjolf's eyes didn't meet hers, but he rubbed the back of her palm with his thumb.

"You know I missed you, missed us. You know that right?"

"I missed you more than you know... Saw you kept that old warhammer... that was a nice day..."

"That was a nice day... I found out that you were a fancy man."

"And I found out that I loved you," he spoke just below a whisper, just as if it were just a breath.

"Bryn? What was that?"

"Don't worry about it. So I'm a fancy man? I'm glad you remember lass."

"No, don't lass me. You never told me you were hurting. Was it that hard with me gone?"

She had begun to hold his hand a little bit tighter as she looked over at him, trying to get him to look back into her eyes.

"Yes lass," and for the first time since they started their little talk, the emerald-eyed man looked her in the eye.

"It was hard."

"But I'm just, me."

"And that's just it Y/n. You're just you, and down the line, I fell in love with you. I searched for you... because I didn't want to come back to a guild without you."

"I love you too. Gods above, I've been in love with that stupid accent of yours since you told me I couldn't steal that warhammer." She said with a laugh, letting herself fall to lean against his side.

He kissed her temple and gave her hand a squeeze before muttering," That's when I fell as well."

"Future romance advice for those who need it, just steal a warhammer, then you'll love each other." She teased, currently pleased with their current situation.

"Steal one more for the road? We can fix the guild later?" He offered, and he knew the answer as soon as he was pulled to his feet.

"Whoever gets one first, without being caught, gets a kiss!"

"I'm not against this bargain..."

And the pair of thieves both split, oh so full of love, and ready for everything they faced in front of them.

#here's another old fic ready for tumblr #based on reads it is my second most popular on wattpad after my previously posted teldryn fic (which has a part 2 btw) #my fic did really well on here so you will see lots posted soon #got fics for vilkas. farkas. rayya. ulfric. nazir. and a few more im probably forgetting #ill open my asks if they arent already open so anyone can leave reqs or asks in general #thanks for the love on the first fic and hopefully you enjoyed this next one #skyrim #tes #brynjolf #riften #thieves guild #skyrim fic #martindeservedbetter #martindeservedbetter fic #elder scrolls #idek what to tag this #brynjolf x reader #brynjolf skyrim #brynjolf x dragonborn #brynjolf x f!reader

[martindeservedbetter]

the only exception

Vilkas x F! Harbinger! Dragonborn! Reader

PART ONE

word count: 4697

triggers: none

summary: Vilkas doesn't believe in love. But his harbinger sure does. Is there anything he can do to get her mind off of being single? Yes. Yes, there is.

prompt: from @writings-of-a-hufflepuff List #2 prompt 61

“I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have done that, you can look after

yourself…I shouldn’t have…I’m sorry.” 

preview:

“Two beds.” Vilkas slid the septims to the woman.

“I’m sorry to say we don’t have two beds available, just one.”

Vilkas turned to Y/n, who was half asleep on his arm.

“That will do just fine, do you happen to have an extra fur-”

The woman stared at Y/n, then back to Vilkas.

“You sure you need two?”

Love had never been very important to Vilkas. Sure, he loved the camaraderie the Companions had, but it wasn't family. Farkas understood family, and how to love, so when Farkas announced his engagement to Feyna, it didn't phase Vilkas.

Though, it was certainly a wake-up call for Y/n, who had been their Harbinger for the past two years since Kodlak had passed on to Sovngarde. And this phased Vilkas.

He watched her smile back at Farkas, but he saw the heartbreak in her eyes. She had always spoken about wanting to be married by now. To be loved by now. And she was watching it slip through her fingertips.

"We'd love it if you all came to our ceremony next week!"

Farkas shouted, pulling Feyna into his side.

Cheers erupted from the Companions, all hoisting mugs of mead toward the couple. Aela then began a speech about Farkas, but Vilkas hadn’t bothered to listen as Y/n’s face did not match her actions.

"Y/n?" 

Vilkas caught her saddened eyes.

"Are you alright?"

It was the sudden change in her face that shattered her facade of peace.

"Of course, no need to worry Vilkas."

But that did not answer his question, but he knew that she wouldn’t answer him, not in her current state.

"To Farkas!” the others answered, quickly following suit.

And as it turns out, it would be much harder to garner her attention.

___________________

It was a quieter day in Whiterun, and Y/n had deemed it her own day off and told the Companions to spend the day as they saw fit.

This only piqued Vilkas’s interest, as he saw his beloved Harbinger don something other than the armor she usually adorned. It was a soft beige tunic, half-tucked into her cloth pants, and with her boots laced up. Even her hair was styled a bit differently, the hairs she usually kept from her face, were now loose and free…

“Where are you off to today, Y/n?”

Vilkas asked, catching her at the front door.

“Vilkas!”

He watched as her body tensed at the sound of his voice. She seemingly missed him standing at the door.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you, I just know that today we are free to take a break from our daily training, and well you seemed dressed up-”

“I’m just going to the market.”

“May I join you?”

Her eyes widened briefly, before returning to her previous facial expression.

“I suppose that would be fine, I just didn’t want to be identified… Just blend in a bit, you know?”

He glanced down at his armor-clad form and met her eyes once more.

“I can change?” He offered, and she laughed.

“You want to join me that badly that the wolf of Jorrvaskr wants to become a man?”

He flushed, as even he didn’t know why he wanted to join her so badly, but he just swallowed and nodded.

“Maybe we can at least get that warpaint off,” she smiled.

“If that would please you of course.”

“Please me?”

He groaned,” Ignore me Y/n. I’ll get civilianized and return to you.”

She just rolled her eyes and set her hand on the sword's hilt strapped to her side.

It wasn’t long until Vilkas returned, hair tied tight, wearing just a tunic and trousers, a sword still strapped to his back. His warpaint had gone, but his icy blues were just as piercing as ever.

“Is this more acceptable?”

And the smile on her face had made all of his hassle worth it.

___________________

“Hello Carlotta, how have sales been going?”

“Y/n!”

Carlotta ran to the front of her stall, wrapping her arms around the Harbinger.

“I don’t see you often enough.”

They parted from each other and Y/n’s hand fell to the back of her neck.

“I’m sorry. I’ll try to see you more.”

Carlotta’s eyes fell on Vilkas.

“Oh, I didn’t know you had a beloved.”

The pair's eyes widened, as they both began quickly trying to explain that they were not in fact that.

She gave a knowing smile but said nothing.

“Well then, what would your name be sir?”

“Oh, Vilkas.”

“A quiet one, eh? Just like Mila’s father,” it was a sad smile that graced her lips, and Vilkas knew that it would be extremely rude if he tried to learn about the man.

“He was determined to come with me to see you today.”

“Oh was he?”

The way the women teased him sent chills down his spine, as he was not used to being belittled or put on the spot like this. But he stayed silent, watching the women interact, and watching a side of Y/n he had not yet gotten to see.

“So, no man yet, Y/n?”

“Carlotta!” Y/n hissed, and Vilkas could hear the same pain in her voice as when Farkas announced his wedding.

“Well, it’s been two years of you claiming you’d be wed and-”

Vilkas threw an arm over her shoulder, pulling Y/n closer to himself.

“She’s actually doing quite well despite her goal. She’s very important in my life.”

“Vilkas…”

Carlotta simply nodded, but there was a glimmer in her eye.

“Oh! It seems to me I have a new customer, it was great talking to you Y/n! I hope to see you sooner?”

Y/n sighed but nodded.

“I will speak with you again soon Carlotta.”

And they turned from her stand, but all Vilkas could feel were Y/n’s eyes boring into him.

“What?”

“Why did you stand up for me then?”

She didn’t meet his eyes but simply continued up the stairs back to Jorrvaskr.

“It was only right.”

“She was just teasing.” She paused and met his eyes.

“You didn’t like it. 

And she opened her mouth to retort, but seemingly couldn’t find the words.

“Let’s just go home.”

And their market trip seemed to have come to a sudden halt.

But why did he still want to be closer?

___________________

"Y/n?"

It was a quiet voice, as he had decided to creep into her room. And there she was slumped over her desk, softly muttering things in her sleep. 

Vilkas just chuckled, this was no way for her to sleep.

"C’mon, let's get you to bed-"

"But what about me? Am I not allowed to be happy?"

Vilkas stopped in his tracks, maybe he shouldn't wake her.

"What do you mean Harbingers don't get married?! That's not fair-!"

A tear rolled down her cheek, and Vilkas immediately changed his approach.

"Y/n," he brushed the hair from her face," Y/n, wake up."

Her eyes fluttered open and met his icy blues.

"Vilkas? Why aren't you asleep?" 

There was no lace of sleep in those words, she had just sat upright, and he could just feel the tension in her shoulders.

"I wanted to check on you, but then I saw you weren't sleeping well…"

"You didn't hear anything right?"

His voice caught in his throat.

"You did. Please don't tell anyone-"

"You're allowed to love, Y/n. None of us will hold that against you, I won't hold it against you."

"...Can I be honest with you Vilkas?"

"Of course."

"I don't think I'm unlovable, I just think that no man will ever want to marry a woman with that much authority."

Vilkas smiled," There will be someone. It would be impossible not to love you."

He paused for but a moment then continued with," Let's get you to bed."

As soon as she rose from her chair, Vilkas swept her off her feet and carried her toward her bed.

"I could have walked you know."

"Well someone needs to care for you! Might as well be me."

And there was no sparky comment to follow.

___________________

It wasn't strange for Vilkas to keep an eye on everyone’s training. He was one of the members of the Circle, and many of the others would do the same. However, it was strange to Vilkas that he would always keep his eye on one person, Y/n.

She was their newest little whelp who had begun her climb through the ranks, now even outranking himself, as his Harbinger. She had very easily won him over, and he was almost proud of her.

"Hey, Vilkas!"

He was drawn out of his own thoughts by that very same person, and he made his way over to her.

"Yes? What is it?"

"So you know how I’ve been trying to learn how to fight with any weapon right? I've got the bow and short swords down, but I can't get this greatsword. And well, you train whelps with greatswords, so I was hoping you could help me too."

"Yeah, of course just show me what you've got."

She nodded and began swinging at the practice dummy, only laying a couple of solid blows before stopping herself.

"So first of all your stance is all wrong. Move your feet closer together."

"Like this?"

He watched her feet shift slightly, but not to his liking.

"Not like that," he came up behind her, wrapping his hands over hers and correcting her stance with his body.

"You're going to want to put your whole body into it. It'll drive more force through with each blow. So that's why you need a solid footing."

As he spoke, his warm breath tickled her ear.

"Alright, but then how do I take a swing and not leave myself vulnerable?"

"That comes with practice. Which actually," he released her from his arms," Stay here, there might be something I have to help you out."

And Vilkas jogged his way back into Jorrvaskr and tried to ignore Tilma’s complaints as he broke into a sprint when he made his way inside.

“Idiotic child…”

He knew it was stupid, going out of his way to help train his Harbinger, but that didn’t stop him as he grabbed the wooden sword Jergen had given him.

___________________

The toy was slipped out of his grasp.

"I think you're ready for a true sword. Remember Vilkas, a man's strength is not ability, but in his heart," Jergen explained.

"But I'm not strong enough! It's too heavy-"

"You'll grow into it. I know you will." 

The large steel blade was placed in his hands.

“You will be ready, and I pray this blade helps you for a lifetime.”

___________________

“Here, let’s start with this.”

“A wooden blade?” Y/n laughed,” Aren’t I a bit advanced for this?”

“This blade has served a young boy very well. It was the way his father trained him. He was a foolish boy, but regardless, this blade was kind to him.”

“This was yours? Did Jergen-”

Vilkas nodded.

“So let’s try this stance again shall we?”

___________________

It wasn’t a difficult mission, and it was the first one Y/n had taken on in quite some time. She of course had her jobs as the famous Last Dragonborn, but this one she took up upon her title of Harbinger. Vilkas, of course, volunteered to be her shield-brother to which she accepted.

The mission was simple. There was some monster threatening a small village on the outskirts of Riften, just at the border of Skyrim and Morrowind. Truly no big deal for such experienced warriors as the Harbinger and her wolf.

That was until Y/n was face to face with a rabid werewolf and the oncoming panic attack she had no control over. She froze mid-battle and couldn’t stop the way her body shook, or the way her blade fell from her hands.

Vilkas jumped in and fought the beast in her stead, fending off the wolf from its violent attacks. When the beast fell, Vilkas sighed and turned to her. She had fallen to her knees, and words began to fall from his mouth.

“I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have done that, you can look after yourself…I shouldn’t have…I’m sorry.”

“Vilkas…”

She threw herself into his arms and began to sob.

“I was so scared, I am so scared.”

“I’m here, Y/n. I’m here.”

His hands found themselves tangled within her locks, as her face was buried into his chest. The silence in the wood was only pierced by her sobs as she shook.

“I’m here…” he mused, holding her tighter.

He understood her fear, the curse that came with being a companion was horrid. It happened to be why she never shifted, and why Vilkas found it hard for himself to do so. He was never quite proud of being a beast, but any pride he had was gone when he realized how much she hated the beast.

She let out a sigh and began to try to compose herself.

"I'm okay. You can let me go now."

But Vilkas didn't miss the way her eyes still held sadness and the way her voice wavered just a bit.

"Don’t force yourself to be okay, Y/n. I can be strong for you right now. You can be human."

He watched as the tears came to her eyes again, and he pulled her into himself again. It was a gentle hold, his hands rubbing her back.

Kiss her.

Vilkas shook off the thought. It was not the place nor time to do so. And besides, how could she love a beast like him…

___________________

They had reached the edge of Eastmarch and had planned to stop in Windhelm for the night. Y/n had been very quiet for most of the ride, and Vilkas took this as a sign that he should take the lead for the rest of their trip. 

They had handed their horses to the stablemaster and headed toward the city gates. Vilkas had noticed the way that Y/n would lag behind him, almost shuffling her feet.

“You know Y/n, I could just carry you.”

“I’m quite alright Vilkas.”

And yet she still didn’t match his slowed pace, or even look at him while answering his comment.

“Alright, that’s it.”

And he hoisted her up in his arms.

“Vilkas! Vilkas I demand that you put me down this instant! As your harbinger, I-”

“In all due respect, I’m not going to listen to you just this once.” He looked down at her.

“Vilkas-”

“Please, Y/n.”

His voice came out a little too weak, and he prayed she didn’t notice. And she just relented, arms finding their way around his neck and averting her eyes from onlookers, for fear of crippling embarrassment.

He made his way up the steps into Candlehearth Hall, and only then let her stand on her two feet.

“We’ve made it, I assume you’d like to be upright when getting a bed.”

She hummed in response, still clinging to him tightly.

He held the door for her as they walked to the bar.

“Two beds.” Vilkas slid the septims to the woman.

“I’m sorry to say we don’t have two beds available, just one.”

Vilkas turned to Y/n, who was half asleep on his arm.

“That will do just fine, do you happen to have an extra fur-”

The woman stared at Y/n, then back to Vilkas.

“You sure you need two?”

He despised the way that the warmth crept to his ears.

“I’m certain.”

The woman tried to contain her reactions, but simply resigned to gesturing a hand toward the rooms, and walked ahead of the two in leading them to the available room.

"Enjoy your stay."

Vilkas nodded to the woman before turning to Y/n, who had already set her pack against the bedframe. She was currently struggling to remove her sheath from her belt.

“Y/n,” he called, already by her side, hands on her sheath.

“Let me. You’re exhausted. Don’t strain yourself, we have a long ride to Whiterun at dawn.”

Her eyes locked with his, hands still firmly gripped on the leather strap.

“Y/n,” there was a soft smile on his lips,” Please, let me take care of you.”

Her hands went slack, and he pulled the sheath from her, leaning it up against the side table. She then stripped from her armor, and Vilkas felt the need to turn away. He began to strip from his own, slipping off his bracers and boots before taking off the heavier pieces. 

Vilkas did not turn to Y/n until he was in nothing but a tunic and trousers and saw she was in the same. She sat on the edge of the bed, silently, which would be fine if all she had done was wait for him to finish, but Vilkas could tell this was not the case for his dear Harbinger.

“Y/n… is there anything I can do for you?” His hand grabbed her own, not even thinking as he sat beside her. The wolf of Jorrvaskr softening, his eyes becoming that of a love-sick pup, not the sharp, cold ones she had come to know.

“Vilkas…”

She fell onto him, head pressed to his side, letting out a sigh.

“...I’m terrified.”

He turned to look down at her, an arm finding its way around her shrinking body. With the other, he brushed away loose hairs.

“What is scaring you?”

“That wolf today… That could be me…” Her voice began to waver. “It is not you.” His grip tightened around her.

“But Vilkas-”

“You are not a monster. You have never been one. Nor will you ever be. Do you remember the first time you shifted?”

He felt her tears fall onto his hand, and heard her cry out a weak “no”.

He rubbed her shoulder,” You didn’t attack anyone. You seemed to be aware of your surroundings. Didn’t hurt a single person.”

“Really?” She sniffled.

“Really. Our gentle Harbinger. A true alpha. You protect the weak and never lead us astray.”

She turned to him and stared at him closely.

“Just, Vilkas, I…”

He gave her arm a squeeze.

“I hate the beast blood…”

“I know, I know…”

“I want it gone!” She sobbed, burying her head in Vilkas’s chest.

“I know my dear… There have been rumors you know…”

He ran a hand through her hair.

“Rumors that there is a cure to lycanthropy… I’ve been trying for proof, and I will not rest until I have an answer for you.”

His heart melted at the way her eyes lit up, this smothered light finally beginning to find that spark again. 

“I want to help you.”

“By all means, you may, but I’m doing this for you regardless. Should you want it, that is.”

“I want to.”

There was a smile on her face again, such a smile he hadn’t seen in months. Gods above, if he could see this every day, Vilkas would give up anything. She was a refreshing aura, a rejuvenating one. She could ask him to leash the wind, and by the gods, he’d find a way, if it meant he’d get to see but a glimpse of that smile.

“Then we’ll find it together. But Y/n, you need your rest. You take the bed. I’ll sleep by the door-”

He stood up, hand resting against the hilt of his blade that he had leaning against the bed. 

“You don’t have to Vilkas, the bed is more than big enough to share.” She grabbed the sleeve of his tunic.

He gave a soft laugh, grabbing her hand.

“I’m quite a large man, Y/n. And besides, wouldn’t you mind sleeping beside a man?”

“Not you.”

He tried to stifle a cough. 

Blasted woman.

“C’mon, grab that fur. We can share a mattress for a night Vil.”

“Uh, of course. If that’s what you wish.”

“It is.” 

There’s that damn smile. By Shor, my heart’s gonna explode.

She sat on the side by the wall, legs tucked underneath her. Y/n was sitting on her knees, hands in her lap, and this beautiful smile was plastered to her face.

“Well, uh, then. I suppose that settles it. Remember we leave at dawn-”

“Vilkas…” she laughed,” just sleep. We will be okay.”

“Very well.”

Vilkas took his fur and draped it over himself, turning to catch a glimpse of Y/n, which made his heart leap.

Shut it you damn heart.

“Goodnight Vilkas,” Y/n murmured, and Vilkas took that as his cue to dim the lantern and try to catch a bit of sleep. After all, they had a big journey ahead of them.

___________________

Whiterun. Finally.

“I’ll race you to the city!” she called, kicking her steed.

“What?! How is this fair!? Y/n!”

But she was already much too ahead. 

He huffed and set his horse to a trot, but couldn’t get the prior night out of his head.

Her hands would grab for me in the night… And she looked so peaceful, much calmer than the night I found her at her desk. By Mara, if that could be-

“Snap out of it Vilkas. With your blood, she’ll-”

He sighed and made his way to the city, stopping to drop his horse at the stables, and made his way to the city gate. There stood Y/n, staring at a letter. She held it with tight hands, eyes scanning the page with increasing speed.

“What is that? Y/n.”

“I-It’s from Kodlak. He tried to get it to me when I was in Solsthiem… The courier just got it to me… Vilkas, it's a cure!”

“A cure?” 

He saw the shake in her hands and grabbed her shoulder.

“Quick. To Jorrvaskr. I’ll grab my brother, it's time to plan.”

And with a mutual nod, they sped off.

___________________

“Kodlak had mentioned something similar here in his journal, he was definitely looking for a cure, he must’ve sent the letter just before Jorrvaskr was attacked… It doesn’t mention a location though…”

“That’s no matter!”

Vilkas pushed aside the books she had poured through and pointed to a location in the Northwest of Falkreath. 

“There’s legends of the Glenmoril Coven. Men have gone missing in this general area historically. If there is any place for these witches to be, it would be here.”

Y/n shot up and placed a kiss on his cheek before marking that area off on the map she kept in her tunic.

“I’ll gather the witch heads, I need you to plot a course for Ysgrammor’s Tomb. By my accounts, it should be up in The Pale.”

Vilkas’s head was still swimming. Did she even realize what she had done? Oh by the Nine, gods above, I love this woman.

He cleared his throat.

“Ugh, and we will need a total of four heads. For Kodlak.”

She smiled.

Gods above…

“Yes for Kodlak. I’ll rid us of all of them, don’t you fret. I’ll get every last one of them. The Companions will soon be bound to Hircine no longer, and Kodlak will get his rest in Sovngarde. Vilkas, you plot the course,” she turned from him to Farkas,” I need you to gather supplies. We need torches, food, furs for us and our mounts, we need maps, poultices, and anything else you would think would be wise to bring.”

“You’ve got it, sister,” he pulled Vilkas in with a headlock,” Vilkas and I will be right on that. You know he would do anything for you-”

“I think that’s enough brother.”

Vilkas pried himself from Farkas, nothing short of embarrassed. He could feel the heat creeping up his neck, and his ears began to burn.

She just laughed, and that did nothing to quell the feelings that plagued him at that moment.

“You boys are certainly brothers.” She shook her head, still laughing. With her hands firm on her hips, Y/n spoke again. “I’m off to meet with the Jarl. We all know what we are up to. I’ll be back in the evening.”

She then left the Harbinger suite with an extra pep in her step, though Vilkas didn’t pay it much attention, as his thoughts were near impossible to quiet.

Farkas turned to his brother.

“Don’t say it,” Vilkas muttered, clearly on edge.

“There’s nothing to say,” the twin replied, and with a grin, he clapped him on the shoulder. “Come, we should drink to celebrate this find.”

“I don’t know, brother. I’m sure I’ll need more time to go over these maps, go to the Jarl’s library-”

“We can just stay in the Hall?”

Farkas offered an encouraging look.

“Who could say no to such an offer?”

The man grinned, throwing an arm over his often grumpier twin.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

___________________

It had ended up being a very long night of drinking in Jorrvaskr. And despite this fact, evening had come and gone and Y/n had still not returned for the night. It was honestly the only reason that Vilkas had stuck around the hall that night. Aela had been incredibly obnoxious that night, scolding the twins on their desire for a cure, claiming that it was a blessing and sacred tradition. No amount of historical fact could bring her off her conclusion. 

“The Circle has been bound by such tradition for well over a hundred years!”

“And the Companions have not held the tradition for hundreds! It’s what Kodlak wanted for us-”

“Still bending a knee to the old man, Vilkas. He’s in the eternal hunt now. That’s the life he chose, as have you. You should accept your choices as Skjor and I have.”

The conversation remained vague, as non-Circle members were sat around, and under Y/n’s leadership, had still not been informed on the secrets of the Circle.

“Sister, it is not wrong to take charge of your life-”

Farkas tried to support his brother, but Aela was quicker.

“But you cannot change your destiny.”

She thankfully laid off then. After things had ended in debate and poured drink, most had gone to their beds, but Vilkas still waited. It was nearly driving Tilma mad.

“Boy, off to bed with you. I’m sure that girl of yours will warm your bed soon.”

He couldn’t figure out a rebuttal to the matriarch, with the alcohol making his mind swim and the wolf within fighting for control.

“You can clean up around me Tilma… or just go get some rest…”

The woman scoffed but pulled away the various dishes and reset the chairs while Vilkas began to drift off, head still facing the doors, just waiting for his beloved Harbinger to return.

___________________

He didn’t even hear the door open when she returned.

“Oh Vil, you should’ve gone to bed…”

He felt her hand run through his hair, and he sighed at her touch.

“I ‘s waiting for you…”

“I know Vil, c’mon. To bed with you…”

She held her hand out to the sleepy Nord. He gladly took it and used way too much force to get himself up off the chair, but Y/n didn’t even flinch.

“You’re strong…”

“I thought you knew that already Vil. I was taught by the best,” she winked, but it didn’t phase him.

He didn’t notice the burlap sack slung across her body until they were just feet from his door.

“Where’s that from?”

“Oh, from Dragonsreach. I’ll return it to the kitchens tomorrow. I just needed to borrow it for tonight. This one is yours,” she handed him a scroll,” Goodnight Vilkas!”

She tied a similar scroll to Farkas’s door and then waved at Vilkas as he walked into his room. Curiosity caught the wolf and broke him from his tired mind.

Sir Vilkas of Jorrvaskr

That alone took him aback.

You are hereby invited to a ball at Dragonsreach, in honor of the Dragonborne, Y/n L/n, for her heroics five odd years ago. 

His brain could not calm itself, so as if he was no longer in control of his body, he found his way to Y/n.

“Vilkas? Is something the matter-” She stared, face scrunched in worry.

“I wouldn’t miss your event for the world.”

Her face returned to a peaceful medium… and one could say well… He slept well that night.

#vilkas x reader #vilkas x dragonborn #vilkas x dovahkiin #vilkas fic #vilkas #vilkas skyrim #skyrim fic #tes #skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #vilkas of jorrvaskr #vilkas x female reader #vilkas x f!reader #martindeservedbetter #martindeservedbetter fic #here's that vilkas fic! pt 2 is a wip