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Glad you enjoyed it and thank you! Dark but not horrifyingly so was what I was aiming for :)

I'm never going to be able to look at those spheres in the same way again...my poor Dragonborn's going to be so skittish going through dwemer ruins in the future...

I also love that you're wondering what happens next- that's the holy grail for me in writing terms! Honestly I have continued with it...mostly because I wanted to see what would happen/closure for me...but I didn't post it because a)it didn't really fit the prompt and b)it's still incomplete and I wanted to upload this. Maybe when it's ready I'll post it as a new prompt or something....

For now I need to go write something so fluffy it gives you toothache by the end of the first sentence!

A!A here!

Thank you! It was definitely the kinkiest thing I've ever written o_O'

Glad you enjoyed it!

OP! Here.
ahem.
I screamed and dropped my phone down some stairs.
HERE IS ALL MY LOVE. TAKE IT.
OH MY- OH TEH DIVINES.

IT'S LOVELY.
SO AMAZING. OOHHHH~
I'm so happy right now. ;~;
You made me feel so much better, you don't even know.
Ooojsjxanbskd it's like... Im complete.
Thank you...<3

It had seemed a strange impulse, at first, this urge to settle down. It was no time for starting a family, even if he hadn't been Dragonborn and doomed to catch the eye of every petty merchant and Daedric Prince who needed an errand-boy. The world was too uneasy for soft things, simple things. He could feel the strain of change like lightning in the air, could taste it on his tongue. And yet he already had a family, he realized, all unexpected. He had Lydia, always Lydia, and she was all the family a man could want.

At least, until he came upon Lucia. Skyrim made orphans as an apple tree made apples, he knew it did. Men and women broke upon the land; families splintered into pieces. There was no sense in getting soft about it. But Lucia's bright eyes followed him with such hope after he gave her the coin. One coin. What could it buy, really?

But the little girl's hope weighed on him like the hand of a god, and he traded ingots for gold and then gold for a doll, and when he rode back to the half-finished manor by the lake, Lucia rode behind him.

**

"She calls you Papa already," Lydia said, blowing out the candle and joining him in bed. The room went dark until his eyes adjusted to the moonlight, and he could make out the lines of his wife's face. "You must have made quite an impression."

"I should have talked to you before bringing home a child," he admitted, wishing he'd had as much wisdom hours ago when it would have mattered.

Lydia made a thoughtful noise. "Perhaps. A little warning might have been nice." He could hardly see her smile, but he could hear it in her voice. "But you've brought home stranger things, I believe."

"I would have…" He groped for the words to explain but they eluded him, slipping off his tongue and leaving only naked truth behind: "I couldn't leave her there."

She was quiet a long moment, so long he wondered if he'd made a greater misstep than he'd realized, but at last she settled back into the linens, rested against his side, and said, "I know."

**

They worked the next day, all of them, digging the new garden as the sun beat down on their shoulders. Too late for a decent crop of anything this year, he thought, watching Lucia scramble after a frog, but maybe they could put aside some radishes and onions by fall, if they were lucky.

"I caught it!" Lucia cried, and held up her prize for inspection.

The frog wriggled in her hands, filthy and grumpy as a frog had ever been. "And what are you going to do with it, now that you have it?" he asked, and had no idea why her face fell.

**

Three days of peace and he couldn't put it off any longer: no matter how much he'd like to turn away from duty, duty wouldn't turn away from him. In the gray mist of dawn he saddled up the big palomino, checking his supplies until he caught sight of Lucia by the stable-wall, watching him with a frown. "Thought you were sleeping," he told her, buckling up the saddlebag.

"Mama said you were going away," she said, hesitating at the wall like a cat that couldn't decide if it wanted to be in or out. "But she didn't say where."

"Sky Haven Temple."

Confusion flicked across her face like she ought to know the place, but didn't. "Can I come with you?"

"Oh, no. It's much too dangerous."

Her frown only deepened. "Then why do you have to go?"

He hesitated but there was no way to explain it to a child, not even if he'd been a bard with all the right words ready on his tongue. "I just do," he said, and finished up his preparations.

When he led the horse out to the road Lucia was still following, all that terrible hope in her eyes blotted out by fear. Fear for him, he thought, the idea so strange he hardly knew what to do with it. "It'll be all right," he told her, and she nodded dutifully and gulped air, looking miserable until he said, "Lucia."

When she hurtled toward him and wrapped her arms around his middle his reflexes almost betrayed him. His hand strayed for his axe a moment until he caught himself and patted her thin back awkwardly instead.

A!A here,

I think that's the best reaction to a story I've ever gotten! :D (Hope your phone is OK! :S)

I can't tell you how pleased I am that you like it *does happy dance*

It was a great prompt to work with-I'm looking forward to the other A!A's fill as well- but thank you! <3

Gah, this is so cute! *dies* X.x

I love little Lucia and the way you write about her... She really does pull the heartstrings.

And really, what are any of us who actually play the game thinking? 'I kill stuff for a living (which is true of almost any career in Skyrim) so I should totally adopt some kids for my spouse and/or housecarl to take care of.' But, it's also so hard to leave her there...

I really needed this today and I hope you add more soon!

This is amazing already. If I tried to point out my favorite lines I'd end up quoting the whole thing, so I'll just say that the little details are incredible - the frog, the way he almost goes for his axe at the unexpected hug (pesky warrior's reflexes!). I can't wait for more of this.

Especially now that there's no more DLCs, the looming threat of the Aldmeri Dominion makes me terribly uneasy for Skyrim's future. It may be quite thoroughly jossed by the next Elder Scrolls game, but I want to see the Dragonborn take the fight to the Thalmor after finishing up with Alduin and the Civil War. Maybe the Dominion invades, or maybe the Dragonborn and allies go on the offensive. Maybe they strike while the Empire is splintering apart, or maybe everyone forgets their differences in the face of a larger threat. Maybe the Dragonborn is a Stormcloak, or maybe they're with the Legion. Maybe the existence of the Dragonborn is what scares the Dominion enough that they decide they have to go to war and eliminate the threat. If you want you can even kill the Dragonborn - maybe his/her final act of heroism was destroying the Dominion. I don't care - I just want to see the Thalmor get their just desserts. Those guys have a long-standing appointment with the mailed fists of justice!

It always bugged me that you couldn't do this in game. Seconded. :)

I have a bad feeling that the next game starts with the Dominion as the rulers of Tamriel (afterall, Oblivion hinted at trouble keeping the Empire together after Dagon's defeat).

Even if that's so, I'd love to read about the Dominion getting theirs.

Thirded.

By some divine mistake, Ondolemar ends up being dragged along for one of the Dragonborn's numerous misadventures, which goes about as well as one would expect.

Female human Dragonborn preferred, but anything goes, really. Much love if the DB is a Breton and a thief.

Hell yes. I actually hope they make the Dominion the Big Bad of the next game - killing Thalmor is one of my favorite pastimes in any ES game, ever. FOURTHED!

OP! Will love you forever if you do share the rest of your magical words....

So, after playing F:NV, I was more than slightly miffed when I found out that I couldn't go independent rule on Skyrim like I could New Vegas. And that, lovely anons, is where you come in; give me a Dragonborn who gives everyone the finger and tells the Stormcloaks and the Empire to screw off, before securing themselves as High King/Queen; their reasons can vary, their morals can be as clear cut or questionable as you please, and I really don't mind any race, gender, or pairing.

So long as bathroom stuff is kept in the bathroom, the answer to any of your questions will be 'yes', 'I don't care, they're all awesome', or 'Go for it, buddy!'

Pretty please do post it I'm just dying to know! I will be impatiently waiting for it ;)

(gosh, anons, you are both lovely. thank you for the kind words!)

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Glass, he thought, holding to the idea like a lifeline as the great dwarven constructs in Blackreach pummeled him. Lydia had asked him to get glass; he could not die without bringing it home.

He dragged himself back aboveground with the Elder Scroll in his pack, and then from there he dragged himself to Solitude, where he found glass and then found Blaise, sleeping unwanted in the straw. It was a measure of how bad things must be, he thought, that the boy would attach himself so fervently to the first person who showed him the littlest bit of kindness. After the matter was decided they walked the streets of the capital together, eating in quiet until Blaise asked, "Are we going to go to your house, now?"

"Ye—no. Not yet," he decided, wisdom winning out for once, and together they hunted down a courier to carry proper warning back home to Lydia.

**
By the time they made it back to the manor afternoon was slipping into evening. There was no sign of Lydia or Lucia in the house or the stable, in the garden or the clearing. Fear sharpened itself on his insides a moment before he heard voices carried thin on the wind, and he headed down the path to the lakeshore, where he found the pair of them fishing. Lucia leapt up at the sight of him and cried, "You're back!" before she seized him around the middle and squeezed.

Lydia got to her feet with rather less scrambling. "And you brought…" Her eyes rested on Blaise, uncertain. "Company?"

He hesitated. "I sent a courier, this time." Lydia's eyebrows rose. "To give warning," he went on, when his explanation didn't seem to help. "But..." He watched understanding and amusement dawn across his wife's face, and guessed. "He didn't make it."

Lydia looked at Blaise again, considering. "Not company, then."

"No," he admitted.

The courier found his way to the manor three days later to warn Lydia that her fool of a husband was bringing home another child. She kept a straight face until he left, but when he was gone she doubled over and laughed so hard she could hardly breathe.

**
Life settled into a comfortable routine, then, so easily he could hardly believe it. The children played and fought and played again, but when it came time to work they couldn't be quicker with a "Yes, Pa!" and a pair of willing hands. Proving themselves, most likely. Keep me, keep me, they said, over and over in a hundred small ways.

"Or maybe they love you," said Lydia, when he brought it up.

He grimaced. "So soon?"

"I did," she reminded him, and he didn't have a response to that.

The suspicion that their eagerness was probably half fear did nothing to blunt the force of their affection when it came his way, and it did, from morning to night and back again. Lucia showered him with love and trinkets of all kinds, every flower her eye fell upon, every rock that sparkled, and every creature too slow to escape her.

"How many back at Dragonsreach would laugh themselves sick if they knew the Dragonborn had a mudcrab for a pet?" he muttered, once.

"I won't tell if you won't," Lydia swore.

Blaise's affection was a quieter thing, slower-growing and less showy. The boy was like a young pine, straight-backed and still when he wasn't galloping after Lucia.

He caught Blaise in the stable, his little shoulder wedged up against the palomino's as he picked out a hoof nearly the size of a plate. "You don't have to do that," he told the boy. "I didn't bring you here to make you tend the horse."

"I know." Blaise didn't look up from his work. "But it had to be done. And I don't mind."

He rested his shoulder against the wall, watching bits of packed mud fall to the ground as Blaise finished one hoof and moved to start the next. "I thought you didn't like stable work."

"I didn't, before," Blaise admitted, and his quick glance up was almost shy.

Would OP like another fill for this? My Galmar Muse saw this prompt and ordered me to write for it. (Not that I can compete with Dyce, but Galmar keep poking me irritably)

A!A!

Aw!How can I refuse? :)

Hopefully it will be up in a few days...for some reason I've started writing it from the end? As you do... :S

Did you want me to just carry on and post it here or start a new prompt and link it to the first half? S'up to you OP! You are the boss! ;)

OMG, YES. Anything with Galmar, I love him and I'm fascinated by his and Ulfric's friendship anyway. And I'd never say no to a doublefill!

I never knew I needed this in my life. This has serious potential to be one of the funniest stories out there.
Someone with a talent for humour please please fill this!
I especially love the idea that after a while, the two of them even make a good team, but I guess none of them would be willing to admit that.
Seconded very hard!

Has been requested 2 months ago, but didn't get any fills, so here I try again:

Give me some good old-fashioned rape.

The DB has some fun with some 'guests' of his / her own choice.

Maybe DB is still pissy that Vilkas treated them like shit and has him taken to teach him a lesson?
Or maybe DB is sick and tired of Elenwen's stinky attitude and 'invites' her over for some one-sided fun?
Or maybe DB wants to get his 'revenge' on Maro in different ways than simply killing him?

So many possibilities, so little time.

Extra points for Nord DB. I don't care about the gender, I just love tall, strong, dominant DBs.

Extra extra points for other assassins watching and enjoying the show, maybe even playing with a few other hostages.

Extra extra extra points if one of the other hostages is close to the one being raped by the DB. Maybe a sibling or a former lover or a spouse etc etc.

And I'll have your children if the 'victim' ends up enjoying it much more than they are willing to admit.

Give me angst, non-con or maybe even dub-con. I have no squicks whatsoever.

Great!

Galmar Muse has finally stopped glaring at me.

Glad I could help - Galmar's not a fellow I'd want glaring at me for an extended length of time. :) Looking forward to reading.

OMG. Nerdy English major here to say this is hilarious. Poets - the few, the proud, the people who can phrase "life is short, let's fuck" in such a way as to be studied hundreds of years later.

Lovely! Looking forward to the next installment.

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