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Comments

Make Erikur Look Bad

[(Anonymous)]

I'm not sure I will ever quite forgive myself for landing Brelas in the torture dungeon the first team I played Diplomatic Immunity. A friend who had played a lot of Skyrim told me to be prepared to laugh myself silly over the distraction options at the party, and after talking to Erikur and seeing what a greasy snake he was I decided to go with that option because I assumed he would make a fool of himself and I wanted to see him humiliated. Except I managed to unerringly pick the ONLY option that's not remotely funny.

Can I see a version of Diplomatic Immunity where the Dragonborn causes a scene that IS humiliating to Erikur? Spikes his drink with skooma? Convinces him to come onto Maven instead of Brelas, and Maven punches him in the balls? Creative anons can come up with lots of ideas, I'm sure. Seriously, that guy is such a creepy slimeball, he deserves whatever he gets.

Re: Make Erikur Look Bad

[(Anonymous)]

YES gods, this guy is such a scuzz. Ruin this jerk, I second this.

F!DB/Ondolemar

[(Anonymous)]

Thanks to that prompt above me, I learned that there were way more ways of causing a distraction during the "Diplomatic Immunity" quest than I had realized. One of these is to convince Ondolemar to cause a scene. I want a fic based on this. I don't really care what happens, I just want to see a F!DB trying to convince Ondolemar to help her. Is he suspicious? Amused? Curious? Do what you want with it.

Faralda

[(Anonymous)]

Master trainer at The College of Winterhold.
I'm thinking, Dunmer! or Nord! M!DB becomes good friends with her and tells her he hasn't had any experience with women. So she (having been at the college for quite a while, hasn't gotten any) longing for the touch of a man, teaches him how to please a woman.
OR OR OR OR OR

Seeing how Nirya hates her for some reason, and she is obviously jealous of her... I would assume Faralda has something she wants... ENTER ANCANO.
I like how Nirya admits that She thinks Ancano is a fine piece of altmer ass.
Soooo let's have Some Ancano/Faralda action here.
Lets have him take some destruction lessons from her (as a ruse to get closer to her) stuff happens and he ends up fucking her till his destruction skill hits 100.
.... Yeah.. ;)

DB/Derkeethus: Commitment Issues

[(Anonymous)]

On the ES Wiki page for Derkeethus, there's this little gem under "Bugs":

"If the player marries Derkeethus, during the wedding, he will randomly sprint out the door back to his crossing."

First off, I think that's hilarious. But then I thought--hey, this could be pretty good fodder for a fic!

So, a!anons, let's have a Derkeethus who is completely smitten with the Dragonborn but who is terrified of marriage for one reason or another. Make it funny, fluffy, or sad, I don't really mind. I would like to see them getting married in the end, though. Smut is optional, any race or gender is fair game.

Re: DB/Derkeethus: Commitment Issues

[(Anonymous)]

HHHNNNGGGG Derkeethus. And an interesting prompt! Seconded.

Sorry, you're just not my type. F!DB/Anyone

[(Anonymous)]

HOW BOUT SUM REJECTION UP IN HERE.


I love fairytale endings as much as the next gal, believe me, but surely EVERYONE can't be Dragonbornsexual? Maybe Brynjolf just doesn't find her upstanding moral integrity attractive? Perhaps Ondolemar is having a very hard time excusing the overly human smell she secretes? I'd imagine poor Vilkas can't help barking at the cute Khajiit whelp. Make it as funny, cracky, angsty or heart-breaking as you want, good anons.

Re: Sorry, you're just not my type. F!DB/Anyone

[chamerion33.livejournal.com]

Maybe Brynjolf just doesn't find her upstanding moral integrity attractive? Perhaps Ondolemar is having a very hard time excusing the overly human smell she secretes?

This prompt deserves to be filled for that alone. *giggles wildly*

In honor of Memorial Day...

[(Anonymous)]

Give me homecomings!

Stormcloak, Imperial, Thalmor; don't care. Race? Non-issue. Gender? Don't matter. DB,NPC, OC? Knock your lights out. Spouse, kids, parents, siblings, dogs? Go wild, best buddy.

I just really need some feel goods of a solider coming home right now

Please?

Imperial!OC + Stormcloak!OC microfill -- "Homecoming"

[(Anonymous)]

Summary: They weren't really that different after all, once you got right down to it. Set in the same universe as "Bedtime Stories".

Riverwood. Home. He was going home. Ingolf mentally cheered the moment he'd been given the news. Despite the loss of the Stormcloaks, all the boy truly wanted from the start was to go back home. Talos willing, he'd make it from Kynesgrove to Riverwood without a problem. Without dragons, without wolves, without bandits. One thing nagged at him though, the prospect of seeing his brother again. He hoped he would see him again, despite their opposing views. To Ingolf's knowledge, Morten hadn't been killed in combat, but still he worried. Would their previously warring factions have gotten to his head? No. No, Morten wasn't like that. The boy who once agitated a cow and rode it like a horse when they were young? No.

Home seemed much closer now. He could see the gates in the distance, after a week's worth of on-and-off travel. With the rest of his remaining energy, Ingolf sprinted to town, tripping over his own feet and collapsing on his face just in front of the gates. He was too tired to stand, but as if the very Divines themselves had intervened, a familiar, roaring laugh sounded just in front of him. He looked up at the man, his dark brown hair cut short and his face scarred, but it was still the same brother he'd left years ago. Morten grinned.

"You look like you need a bit of help, huh?"

--

A/N: I should be doing my essay, but this was just too great an idea to pass up. Sorry if it's not what you're looking for, or too short.

Tags: m!PC , stormcloak , imperial , nord

Forsworn women

[(Anonymous)]

I got the idea from an unfilled prompt a while back..

Forsworn women all wear that skimpy, sexy, revealing armour... Presumably because they're all sluts. ( Obviously I looted some and gave it to my wife/follower - Aela ;) )

Anyway, I imagine an all-female forsworn hideout of kinky, sexy chicks that has taken to luring in lost travellers, either by flirting with them, offering them food or shelter etc. etc. then gang-raping them.. That's the idea..

I don't mind if it if a massive orgy, or if its just one forsworn woman (they could take it in turns to take the travellers or something.. ) maybe even a ritual where they all surround the camp leader while they have sex with the DB/NPC.
Dub-con / non-con is obviously an option here - although I can't imagine who would turn this down..!
Preferably human/elven races (not orcs, argonians, or khajit) but anything is happily received.
Femslash is welcome but not essential.
Basically anything really, as long as it gets filled.

Please please please someone fill this!! :D

Re: Forsworn women

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my god yes!!! Please fill

F!Bosmer!Dovahkiin + Maul

[(Anonymous)]

He follows her into the Riften warehouse and kills the skooma dealers before she can even lift her bow.

Thugs move to attack her as she walks the docks, but he intercepts them with his weapon before she even realize what's happening.

When the dragon comes to Riften with breath of ice and fangs that have tasted recent blood, he's by her side trying to keep her from harms way.

For reasons he'll never say, Maul has developed a soft spot for the odd Bosmer lass that finds her way to Riften looking worse for wear.

Re: F!Bosmer!Dovahkiin + Maul

[(Anonymous)]

Omfg this is actually a real cute prompt. Someone oughta fill this good :)

[(Anonymous)]

So, apparently if DB adopts a boy and lives in Riften with the kid, he'll say Mister Brynjolf said he could teach me a lot of neat things when I'm older.

DB (either gender, any race, any spouse or no spouse at all) is Guildmaster and they hear that comment from their kid. Cue full-on Mama/Papa Dragon, storming into the Cistern to tell off Brynjolf, because while they're a thief, they don't want their kid to live that life.

Cookies for DB interrupting the infamous "Sorry, lad/lass. I've got important things to do" line, and/or a peanut gallery made up of the other thieves.

Possible A!A

[(Anonymous)]

Reading this I could just picture that happening, I think I'll try my hand on writing a fill for this, no promises as it's a completely new genre for me but I like the challenge of trying my hand at it :)

Tablemanners

[(Anonymous)]

I'd like to see a DB who has absolutely no idea how to behave in the presence of nobility.

The DB has slain Alduin and thus saved the world, now they also won the Civil War and the winning party throws them a banquet. Everyone with name and rank is present, and all in honour of the DB... who has never seen a fork in their life, blows his/her nose with the sleeve of their tunic, burps and farts, maybe even (though they possess a pickpocket skill of 0) tries to pull rings off of women's fingers, tries to pick up someone in the rudest manner etc. etc. etc.
Anything goes, really.

Bonus points if everyone is embarrassed in behalf of the DB, but noone says anything, because it is the DB's party after all / the DB is the General's / Ulfric's favourite and noone wants to offend them...

Just make it funny :)

Re: Tablemanners

[(Anonymous)]

OP here:

Almost forgot, I don't care about gender or race, but I think Orc, Nord, or Khajit would be funniest. I can imagine them missbehaving the most...
Though a highborn altmer would be brilliant, if the behaviour could be explained.
Ah, whatever, I'm sure you'll think of something.

DB/follower, protection

[(Anonymous)]

Inspired by a prompt somewhere back there: you know how you always end up replacing your followers' gear with the good stuff you find or make? I want fic about this. The Dragonborn smiths or enchants something amazing to help his/her follower survive. The follower in question is touched (insert joke here) by his/her concern.

I'd prefer slash or femslash, but have no preference as to race/gender/who the follower is.

Re: DB/follower, protection

[(Anonymous)]

SO MANY PROMPTS TO FILL.
Adding this on on my list.

Vaermina/Anyone

[(Anonymous)]

So, after having just had a particularly weird dream and woken up to this lovely kink meme staring me in the face (I fell asleep at my computer), I want freaky Skyrim dreams. Freaky sexy Skyrim dreams. Yeah!

Erandur or the Dragonborn would be good and obvious, but pretty much anyone gettin' picked on by the Dreamweaver would be awesome. I haven't got much in the way of squicks, but I would love to see some non-con smuttin'. I don't mind much if the dream is lucid or not, but I would prefer to keep abstract imagery to a minimum.

M!DB/Susanna The Wicked, "Continuity".

[(Anonymous)]

I'd really love to see a continuation of "A Night in Hjerim", mostly because Thaddeus!DB is fucking awesome/hilarious. What I'd really like to see is some D/s and some cumplay. Maybe they're horsing around, really going at it, and he...loses control, so to speak, all over her chest. Instead of being upset like he thought she would, she licks it right off and gives him a saucy wink as if to say "Give me more."

Re: M!DB/Susanna The Wicked, "Continuity".

[(Anonymous)]

I realize I'm putting too much thought into this, but wouldn't it be kind of difficult to lick anything off your own chest?

Warpaint!

[(Anonymous)]

I'd like to see what your headcanons are about warpaint, what they mean, interpretations, etc. Can a person earn a warpaint type? Are some more intimidating? (The one with a handprint over the face seems quite intimidating IMO)
How about a scene with the Dragonborn teaching their kids the intricacies of face painting?
Basically, I'm trying to expand my headcanons about the the universe, and this would seem really cool!

Possible A!A and Definitely Seconding

[(Anonymous)]

Just because of this I am going to start up a new game to go into character creation and just LOOK AT THE WARPAINT. Which I admit I did way too much of for my earlier games, too. And then I will get back to you.

[(Anonymous)]

I'm interested in this prompt it can provide for a lot of comedy.
Um, do you have an preference for race? Maybe an aversion to Orcs or Khajiit, or anything?
If not, I'd probably cast a Redguard female DB.
Do you have any of the thief in mind to appear in the story?

[(Anonymous)]

OP of the Mama/Papa Dragonborn Guildmaster gives Brynjolf a telling off prompt (because I'm guessing that's the one you're replying to, anon?):

No preference for DB's race at all, honestly. If you want to cast a Redguard (or a Khajiit or an Argonian or an Orc or an elf), this OP doesn't care.

I do get the feeling that Vex's reaction to this scenario could be comedy gold, but other than that, run with it, anon. Just... run with it, because OP will squeal and bake cookies for any fill. :D

Dragonborn/Lydia Spanking

[(Anonymous)]

The Dragonborn's housecarl has been bad, and needs to be punished.

Bonus for Lydia getting off on it.

Double bonus for fem!DB.

Re: Dragonborn/Lydia Spanking

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded.

Breeding Magical Ability (TW for non-con)

[(Anonymous)]

So the basic premise of this is that the Synod wizards, being all alone and curious during their long stay in the Dwemer ruins, decide to test out the effects of various enchanted items on fetuses. Unfortunately, they need a pregnant woman before this can happen. So they decide to buy off some farmers ninth daughter and brutally (and creatively) gang-rape her until she becomes pregnant, then use her as a sex toy while performing various tests on her.

The DB puts a stop to this and rescues her but not until she's seven months along. The DB (either gender) is young and gullible and damaged themselves and the victim doesn't know how else to say thank you so they end up having sex one night and starting a very twisted co-dependent relationship, eventually getting married and moving into one of the estates the DB has. Then her child or children are born and lo and behold it can cast magic like nobody has ever seen before, even when it doesn't know what the consequences are.

Re: Breeding Magical Ability (TW for non-con)

[(Anonymous)]

Also: Dwemer sex toys. That is all.

Trapped

[(Anonymous)]

Two normally-hostile characters become trapped in a cave/ruin/mine. Neither of them believe they'll get out alive-- perhaps the roof is slowly caving in, etc.

Just want some angsty putting-aside-their-differences fill. I need feels today. Possibly smut, though that's optional. Any race, any faction (thought possibly a stormcloak and imperial getting trapped together? Ralof and Hadvar? Galmar and Rikke? OCs?) Just two enemies who put aside their differences and call a truce, so they don't have to die alone *_* make me cry nonnies!

Re: Trapped

[(Anonymous)]

I love this prompt! Seconded.

F! Bandit/Forsworn / M! or F! DB or NPC. Paralysis love-making

[(Anonymous)]

I got the idea from a fill a while back. The extract is below.

"Roliand lay on the bed, unmoving. The bandit leader stood over him, her hands glowing with a paralyze spell. She moved so she was on top of Roliand, and then she was kissing him. He didn’t move. He couldn’t move. The woman was forcing herself on Roliand."

So basically, I find this extremely sexy and want an entire fill based on it..

Somebody is clearing a bandit/forsworn hideout, gets to the camp leader then becomes paralysed by a spell or is held down and forced to drink a paralysis potion. Sex follows and the DB can either be enjoying it, or wishing to be freed. I would rather the leader be female as I generally find it more sexy that way, than a male forcing himself upon a woman. Human / Elven races preferred but all welcome. The dragonborn / NPC can be male or female.

Forsworn is preferred over bandits purely due to the extremely sexy armour!

Summary:
Use of paralysis in sex by bandit/forsworn leader.
Non-con / Dub-con allowed, but not necessary.
F! Leader forcing themselves upon M! / F! (Preferably human/elven) dragonborn.
Femslash welcomed, but not necessary.

Re: F! Bandit/Forsworn / M! or F! DB or NPC. Paralysis love-making

[(Anonymous)]

That's so hot! Please fill, someone??

Horses?

[(Anonymous)]

I've noticed the lack of horse appreciation on the kmeme -- I'm no brony, but horses are awesome, in-game and out! Perhaps your DB and their seemingly invincible horse? Maybe a bit of love for Frost, or Shadowmere, or even Arvak?

(If you want to do any kind of bestiality, feel free, but just warn me first -- okay? Thank you all!)

F!OC + F!OC + Horse -- "Lovely Horse"

[(Anonymous)]

"Roveca!" The young woman leapt over the cracks in the soil, their white hound at her heels. "Roveca, where are you? Roveca!" Guards clad in dull blue were on her tail, and her sister was nowhere to be found. Oh, their parents had been right. They weren't ready for the rest of the Reach yet. Markarth was a dangerous place, especially for the Reach natives, and when Iomara had looked at a citizen the wrong way and unknowingly insulted someone supposedly important, the guards had been quick to attempt to arrest her and her sister. The twins had bolted from the city gates, reuniting with their dog and escaping. Roveca had always been the faster one, though, and they were separated. "Roveca?!" An arrow whizzed past her ear, causing her to duck in reflex. Cunovindos yipped in alarm, slowly getting ahead of her, and Iomara lifted the puppy and held him in her arms, running and running and running...

A sharp, loud whinny and the voice she'd known so well broke her thoughts. Though she kept running. Galloping hooves became louder, and eventually she found herself face to face with a speckled horse with soft brown calf's eyes, and upon looking up, its rider was none other than Roveca, whose dark face and bright grin offered some kind of comfort to her. "Where did you get that horse?" she shouted.

"Does it matter?" came her sister's reply. Roveca extended a hand to help her sister and their dog up and onto the horse, behind her. A tightening on the reins and a loud command had the horse on its way again, running through the highlands at top speed as long as it could. Scenery flew past the sisters' eyes, and before they knew it they were on the road to Whiterun. The horse slowed down to a trot, giving the two time to catch up. "Who would have thought, Iomara, that we could have gotten a horse?" Roveca leaned down to pat the horse's neck. "He needs a name."

Iomara gave Cunovindos a gentle scratch behind his ear, adjusting the lute strapped to her back. In all the confusion, the young bard had forgotten she even had it, and was thankful it didn't have any arrows stuck in it. "You're naming it already?" The highlands became plains, stretching out in front of them endlessly. In the distance Iomara could see the city of Whiterun, a whole new adventure for the two who had never seen anything outside the Reach. Roveca nodded, her dark red braids bouncing on her shoulders. Wolves howled in the distance as dusk began its descent upon Skyrim, but the girls, their horse, and their puppy continued on their way. The white dog yawned, his big blue eyes half-lidded, and he slowly fell into sleep. Iomara smiled gently at his quiet snores and whines, and looked back out to the night sky.

"How long do you think it'll be?" she asked. "Before we get to Whiterun, I mean."

"A while," Roveca said quietly. "In the morning, I think, we'll be there."
The younger twin leaned forward with her forehead on her sister's back. "Your Tamrielic's getting better."

Roveca was silent for a while, but Iomara could see, in her peripheral vision, her sister's ears move up slightly as the result of a grin. "Calepios," Roveca finally said. The two didn't see it now, but Calepios would soon live up to his name. He truly was a lovely horse.

--

A/N: A!Anon did her research: "Calepios" is, in fact, a Gaulish (an ancient and somewhat dead language) name meaning "lovely horse". Iomara's and Roveca's names both come from the language also, along with Cunovindos ("white hound"). These two and their backstories have some roots in what A!Anon is learning of Gaul and the Celts, and may change as I learn more. I hope you like this, OP!
tags: char:f!npc, char:horse, relationship:gen

female dohvakin/brynjolf

[(Anonymous)]

She put her Thieves Guild desires on hold to travel to Marakath, ended up in the Mines. She finally returns and Bryonjolf can't help but express his concerns/affections.

Safe 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

Title: Safe
Pairing: F!DB/Brynjolf
Summary: When the Dragonborn disappears on a job in Markarth, Brynjolf doesn't think it could get much worse. Then she comes back.
Helpful tags: relationship:het, kink:angst, kink:hurt/comfort


1

"You know she's not coming back, Bryn. The little bitch probably snagged that goblet, found herself a fence, and is halfway across High Rock by now. I told you-"

Brynjolf held up a hand to silence Vex's relentless accusations of their newest recruit.

"I don't believe that," he replied smoothly.

He wasn't willing to write Githa off just yet. The lass had said she'd never been to Markarth before, and it wasn't outside the realm of possibility that she had gotten lost along the way. Or she had stopped to help someone - she wasn't the kind to turn down an opportunity to make a little coin, even if the task temporarily kept her from completing other objectives. She was a blunt lass, too, so if she had, as Vex suggested, defected from the Guild after only a couple of months, she'd have let them know in no uncertain terms.

Still, it had been almost three weeks since the Guild had gotten word of her, and Markarth was a two-day ride at most. None of their scant contacts inside the city had even seen a woman matching her description. Something was amiss, but Brynjolf couldn't put his finger on it.

"Your faith is touching, Bryn, but we know-"

"It's not faith, Vex," Brynjolf answered coldly. "Githa knows she's better off with us than without us. She already got us a foothold in Whiterun. We're on our way out of this slump. No reason to ditch us now."

"We know she's not with the Brotherhood," Delvin piped up from the bar, patting his chest pocket where he kept a letter that had turned up three days ago from Falkreath. "Astrid said she'd keep an eye out, though."

"Or she got caught," Tonilia offered, setting an empty mug in front of Vekel. "Markarth is a hard town to hide in if you don't know your way around."

Vex scoffed. "Markarth is plenty easy to hide in. You've got the temple, the Warrens, a dozen walkways to sneak under. Not to mention the waterways. If she couldn't get past the guards there, she deserved to get caught."

"Heart of gold you got there, Vex," Delvin said, smirking.

Brynjolf pinched the bridge of his nose and roughly pushed his chair back from the table before stalking across the Ragged Flagon and into the Cistern.

Mercer was pouring over the books at his desk as Brynjolf approached him.

"Before you ask, the answer is no," the older man said gruffly without even looking up.

"You don't even know what I was going to say," Brynjolf protested.

Mercer stood up and stared at Brynjolf with a narrow gaze. "We don't have the manpower necessary to track down your little protégé, and I'm not entirely convinced that she hasn't just run off. Can't say I'm not sorry she's gone - she's been making us a lot of money - but she's not worth sending bodies we can't spare to turn Skyrim over looking for her."

"What if I went out?"

Mercer shook his head. "We need you here. You're the best coordinator I've got. Without you, our operation doesn't run smoothly."

Brynjolf scowled and kicked a leg of the desk. "I can't do nothing, Mercer."

Mercer frowned. "Why is this bothering you so much? We've had members desert before."

"She didn't desert us," Brynjolf snapped, more loudly than he had intended. He took a moment to compose himself before continuing. "Something is wrong. I can feel it."

Mercer sighed. "Even so, my decision stands. The answer is no."

Brynjolf turned and made his way to their roughshod dining area and poured himself a cup of ale. As he finished downing the first cup and began pouring a second, Sapphire sidled up to him.

"If it's any consolation, I don't think she deserted us, either."

Brynjolf grunted in reply. "Heard that, did you?"

She smiled, a rare sight. "I think they heard you in Eastmarch." She glanced around to make sure no one was in earshot and lowered her voice. "Listen, I've got a job in Solitude. I'm leaving in the morning. If you want, I'll take a little trip down to Markarth when I'm done to see if I can find anything out."

Brynjolf stared at the amber liquid in his cup. Mercer wouldn't like it. Finally he took a breath and nodded.

"Do it."

Happy Thieves' Guild!

[(Anonymous)]

So I finally got around to downloading the fix that unlocks Brynjolf's post-Guildmaster dialogue, and his change in attitude is kind of...startling. Suddenly it's all "GOOD TO SEE YOU LASS! HOW ARE THINGS? =D"

And happy Brynjolf was apparently what I was really missing to get the sense the guild is booming and gleeful. So now I'm craving some post-guildmastering celebration fic. Maybe with some tipsy celebratory sex? (Tipsy celebratory sex can be anyone you want...does not need to involve DB. It could even be a tipsy celebratory orgy if that strikes your fancy.)

Re: Happy Thieves' Guild!

[(Anonymous)]

You know, I was wondering what people were talking about, and then I found out one of my unofficial patches fixed that. Oh Bugthesda, what you lack in programming, you make up for in lovely open-worlds - even if mammoths sometimes fall from the skies.

I would love to see this filled. There are a few fics that cover life before the repair but I get the best warm and fuzzy feeling when he tells me how proud he is of me.

Seconded.

DB - "Rains of Castamere" - DB decides to claim Skyrim as his.\/her own.

[(Anonymous)]

So, after listening to the song "Rains of Castamere" on repeat, I've come up with an idea: the DB, after escaping from prison and travelling around Skyrim, decides that neither the Imperials nor the Stormcloaks are what Skyrim needs and uses Madanach's Forsworn host as the basis for his army to take over Skyrim and (maybe) all of Tamriel.

Re: DB - "Rains of Castamere" - DB decides to claim Skyrim as his.\/her own.

[(Anonymous)]

How weird. I've been listening to that on repeat all day too.

Anyway I would like to try filling :)

Does OP have a preferred race? nord would be good but so would maybe a Reach native?

Or a beast/foreign race might cause a stir, especially if they tried to take over Skyrim. Thoughts?

Any Follower(s) & Dragonborn

[(Anonymous)]

How do our favorite followers react after discovering the person who hired (or befriended) them is really the Dragonborn?

Minifill!

[(Anonymous)]

This is like, my 3rd fill so it isn't the greatest, but I tried! I haven't had Erik as a companion yet but he's still my favourite. I tried to make the Dovakiin gender-neutral for this one so it's a little weird. Just shove your favourite DB in there!
Characters: Erik the Slayer, Dragonborn
Kink: Gen fic

Erik stared slack-jawed at the sight before him. A dragon, and honest-to-Gods dragon had attacked them, just while they were walking out of Whiterun! All they heard was a "whoosh" of wind, and a flap of wings and suddenly the biggest bloody lizard he had ever seen was upon them, breathing scorching flames and roars. Erik could swear he had heard it laugh.

He had been rooted to the spot, made immobile by a mixture of fear and awe - and probably would have stayed like that until the dragon burned off his ass - except he spotted his leader spring into action, sprinting for cover while calling for Erik to follow. He managed to snap out of his trance, bolting for cover as hungry flames licked at his heels, and a sinister shadow loomed overhead. On command, Erik drew his bow and fired as best he could at the beast, managing one or two good shots to it's leathery green wings. The guards joined them in the fight, firing their bows at a rapid pace while screaming insults at the behemoth.

His leader, though, fought the hardest, disappearing in a flurry of blades, bows and magic. The sky itself seemed to tremble as they let out a godly battle cry, leaping up onto the beast's head when it landed. They slashed their blade across it's gaping maw, and plunged it into a glaring yellow eye. The dragon roared in anguish, and in fury, turning its spiteful gaze onto his mentor, and gave a quick snap of its jaws. Erik's heart dropped as he heard the teeth scrape across his friends armour and watched in horror as they stumbled, only to be shocked again as they managed to not only get up, but charge towards the beast with a cry of impending victory. A blade was sunk into the mighty dragon's head, between its eyes, grunting with the effort - but the grin of a battle won was all over their face.

Erik thought that was the end of it, but he was wrong. Before his eyes, the dragon was...burning? No, that wasn't the word - it was turning into ash but with no heat. Vaporised was what it was, its scales and flesh turning into ash, leaving only the bones behind. And there was a light too - vibrant colours twisting their way towards his friend. The lights seemed to... seemed to absorb into them, their head tilted back with a look of serenity on their face. By the Nine - was he seeing things? What his friend was doing, could he really be...?

As if they heard his thoughts, his leader turned towards him, taking small steps forward as if they had just woken from a dream. Erik fell to his knees, muttering a prayer.
"Y-you? Dragonborn? I-I had no idea, forgive me, I beg of you! To be in the presence of such a warrior-" Erik was cut off by a wave of his friend's - the Dragonborn's - hand, and they smiled and gestured for him to rise.
"Many thanks, Dragonborn. But...but why didn't you tell me this before we left Rorikstead? If I had known..."
The warrior gave a sly smile.
"You didn't ask." They replied, before bursting into a hearty laugh. Erik looked confused for a moment, before he too joined his friends, until tears of mirth streamed from their eyes, both happy to alive after a battle such as this.

Erik grabbed his pack, taking an itinerary of what was spared from the fire. He looked towards his companion and smiled; Well Erik, he thought to himself, you wanted an adventure, and by the Gods you sure chose a good way to find it. He hoisted the sack over his shoulder and followed his friend to the market, readying himself for the fights to come.

Why would you be suitable to care for my soul? Explain in three words.

[(Anonymous)]

The Dragonborn has lived for a loooong time and done everything there was to do in Skyrim. But even a life full of awesomeness and badassery has to come to an end.
Sooo, it finally happened: somehow the Dovahkiin died. Now what? He has met and worked with everyone in, under and behind the sun; has helped pretty much every daedric prince, promised his soul to Sithis AND Nocturnal, went to Sovngarde and back... hey, if she wanted to, even Mara could have a claim on his soul, because he gave everyone in Riften one of her flyers.

After he dies, everyone comes running, hoping to win the epic fight for the Dragonborns soul!!

...hah. Really?

As if the Dovahkiin would let ANYONE else decide where his immortal soul goes to.
He makes everyone sit down, shut up and come to his "office" one by one to tell him why he should go to their afterlife.

Job Interview for the gods! :D

What happens? Does Molag Bal pitch a fit, because he really wanted to kick somebodys ass? Does Sheogorath whisk him away to have Cheese and Entrail-Sandwiches and cackle about the other attempts? Does Sanguine try to bribe him with a lake full of mead, only to learn this Dovahkiin doesn't drink? Does Nocturnal send Brynjolf and Karliah, only for the three to go on a thieving-spree, for old times sake?

I would prefer:
- male (there's not enough of those here)
- elf or old (so he had enough time to do pretty much everything)
- and smoothtalking/snarky Dragonborn, but that's totally optional :)


... if you throw in Odahviing and Lydia as the beleaguered assistants or Paarthurnax as... anything, really, then you can contest the gods for MY soul ;)

Re: Why would you be suitable to care for my soul? Explain in three words.

[(Anonymous)]

I'm imagining an X-factor type panel now....

Love the idea OP! Seconded!