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I wants it. I needs it! Fluffy, angsty, non-conny, whatever you like. Doesn't matter to me, good Anons. Orc ladies just need more love.

After escaping from Helgen, the Dragonborn isn't prepared for the dangers in Skyrim. Those dangers then physically and mentally scar the Dragonborn, and recovery is very difficult.

Focus on the recovery phase would be greatly appreciated, but is not mandatory.

Otherwise, feel free to go wild.

Huh. I've read Needs and Alone, but wouldn't have known it was the same author if you hadn't mentioned it, because this is the first one from Serano's perspective. He seems a lot nicer when you see his side of things.

Now you have me wanting this D:

I will give many babies to see this filled ;____;

That is precisely the reason why I felt like I needed to write something from his perspective.
I wanted to show what goes on in his head.
He is a bit twisted, sure, but he has his good points.

Thank you!
I write to please.
Glad you like angst, since it's the only flavor I CAN write.
Even my supposedly fluffy ending didn't turn out the way I wanted it to...

I'll be excited to read it when it's ready :D.

Op couldn't stop laughing as she read this :D

On Morthal and psychological horror: if you talk to Hroggar while he's still Alva's thrall and after you meet Helgi, you can tell him you saw the ghost of his dead kid and he says something to the effect of, "Oh huh, well with Alva I don't need Helgi anymore." His own kid. That's scary.

Everything in Morthal creeps me out. From the Orchards bard to Alva and Hroggar to the Joric kid saying "Falion did it. Idk what it was. But he did It."

They all have issues. :L

This is the kink meme, so I imagine healthy, lustful, femslash will clear everything up.

As a lover of Non-con, seconded!

Same A!A, but different DB.

Can't help but imagine my characters as badasses, since I am pathetic. >.> Also plot bunnies.

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The Dragonborn was... not a people person, it was generally agreed upon. Her cold demeanor and stare were usually enough to off-put even the most friendly conversationalist, and her various deadly implements strapped to her body didn't help either.

And then there was the aggressive methods of dealing with problems.

When questioned about it, the Dragonborn had told Lydia that she grew up with numerous younger brothers, all competing for the role of heir to the family. As the eldest and only female, she learned quick to impose her will, even on men twice her size.

Even if it meant flooring them.

Yet it wasn't just her punches that were the problem, it was who she punched, as well as what she said afterwards.

Bandits, slavers, Daedra, animals large and small, and vampires all met their end rather mundanely, with bows and swords or the occasional cross-chop on the throat. Lydia didn't even know how that worked on draugr, being undead and all.

But normal people seemed to flip some switch in her, and turn her into an over-bearing sister, settling whose fault the spilled milk was. Whether it was banging Sven and Faendal's heads together forcibly, yelling at both of them to man up, uppercutting Arcano so hard everyone got a view of under his robe, or her song-worthy beatdowns of everyone inside and outside Cidha Mine, the Dragonborn did not like having her time wasted with petty concerns.

So it hadn't really come as a surprise when she'd kicked in the door to the Palace of the Kings and strode up to the Jarl, interrupting him mid-sentence to grab him by the lapels, hoist him out of his chair, savagely headbutt him, and berate him about his petty civil war without missing a beat.

Lydia had taken most of that in stride, doing her best to look intimidating, rather difficult next to the woman shaking arguably the most powerful man in Skyrim about by his collar. When the Dragonborn had stopped yelling and dragged Ulfric out behind her, Lydia had followed, relaying the Dragonborn's orders to follow her.

But dragging Ulfric all the way to Solitude, again kicking in the door, and leaving Lydia with a disgruntled and bedraggled Jarl on the floor in the midst of several Imperial soldiers made her uncomfortable.

Not as uncomfortable as Tullius was at the moment, she could see. For the Dragonborn had lunged parallel with him, one hand palming his face, pushing him back onto the ground faster than he could blink. Now she was standing astride him, her finger pointing emphatically at him as she admonished him.

Grabbing the front of his armor and pulling him behind her, she paused just long enough to grab Ulfric and bash the door back open. Throwing both of them out into the courtyard, she stood over them, glaring, before shouting 'PLAY NICE!', motioning for Lydia to take her spot, and stalking off to the Blue Palace.

The Stormcloaks that had followed them and the Imperials shifted nervously around the courtyard, hands twitching on their weapons. Lydia folded her arms and put on her best impression of the Dragonborn's unyielding glare. It didn't seem to be necessary though, as Ulfric and Tullius were engaging in hushed, frantic conversation, discussing their similar treatment at the hands of the Dragonborn.

They froze when she came back into view, dragging a flailing Elisif and trail of Thanes, housecarls, and several bemused onlookers. Dumping Elisif down unceremoniously between them, her voice would brook no argument as she instructed the three of them:

"Figure out this High King and Imperial bullshit by the time I get back, or so help me, I will drag all three of you to the Imperial City myself!"

Motioning for Lydia again to wait, the Dragonborn turned briskly on her heel and strode away. Tullius seemed to have regained what little of his dignity remained, rising to his feet and storming after her, one hand raised, pointing at her.

"You can't just come in here and-"

He never finished the thought as the Dragonborn wheeled about and gave him a solid punch to the gut, driving the wind out of him and bending him over double. Following up with a knee to the chin that sent him into the air to land flat on his back, the Dragonborn stood over him again, her voice reverberating around the courtyard:

"I HAVE DRAGONS TO DROP-KICK AND A WORLD TO SAVE!"

Again walking to the archway out of the courtyard, the Dragonborn gave an angry wave of one hand over her shoulder to Lydia, and, with a final shout of 'Sort this out', strode to the entrance of Solitude.

You can have all my sweetrolls (by which I mean, this fic is awesome. Please never stop.)

I was wondering if the A/A and OP would mind another fill? I just found this request and it has my interest, I am thinking about filling it myself. Though it won't be a short fill.

So many fills~

Random!non would be interested in seeing another fill.

Argh my feels. Argghh.

That's all.

I'm the worst parent ever, as well: "I don't know where Daddy goes for months on end... but he comes back in this black and red and his really funny clown-friend Cicero-- and then I have to provide him this thing called an alibi."

This was a fabulous, adorable fill.

<3

Everywhere in Skyrim can be pretty creepy.

Nightmares in Dawnstar. Falkreath is centred around death

Think a good psychological horror could take place in Markarth, actually. Would definitely liked to see filled c:

OP hopes you're inspired soon!

What it says on the tin. Looking for shenanigans taking place in the factions, which I always found to be fun, but kinda lacking in character depth. Maybe, if Thieves Guild, they go on a heist? Or, if College of Winterhold, they just play pranks on Ancano, or torment Urag. The choice is yours. Your PC can be any race, any gender, het or slash. I just want hilarious times to happen, and the characters of your chosen faction to have more depth. Bonus points: if you write it kinda like The Office, or something similar. Idk, just some kind of surreal work-place comedy. I just see that being hilarious... Oh Bonus BONUS points: if you can work kinks in.

I had this really adorable idea when I played as a Bosmer and used Faendal as my follower.

Maybe Faendal has travelled around Skyrim quite a bit, before settling down in Riverwood. So F!Bosmer comes along having escaped Helgen and helps him with Carlotta. He offers her a favour, and she asks him travel with her. He thinks she means show her the way to Whiterun. she thinks it mean: Personal Guide to Skyrim.

Only thing is she's fresh from Valenwood. And Skyrim doesn't get more different to Valenwood.

I see her wandering around Markarth being extremely nosy and Faendal frantically running after her like "you can't just run around asking questions!" or running after her in Riften going "You can't just report the Thieves Guild/Maven Black-Briar like that!", "You can't just waltz into Ulfric Stormcloak's palace and demand an audience!" (even though you can)

Just this total country bumpkin Bosmer who's come to Skyrim and proceeds to break social etiquette and cause general offense wherever she goes. With Faendal trying to clean up behind her and make sure she doesn't get herself killed; all because she helped him out once.

And maybe along the way there's a chance he cares less about Carlotta and more about this socially-oblivious Bosmer? When the time comes his favour is up, maybe he doesn't want to leave?

SO much love/sweetrolls/cheese/internets if someone fills this :3

Only kinks that I wouldn't like: non-con, bloodplay, and bathroom stuff.

Tags: relationships: het, relationship: slash, multiple partners.

If there is tags I am missing let me know. I am still learning them.

What brought about his new life….

Hips thrust forward roughly, a throaty groan followed. Aden, thrus grew more erratic as the woman’s muscles clenched around him. Her hot breath, almost throwing him over the edge to oblivion, he gritted his teeth and focused on anything other than her tight channel.

He looked at the sky through squinting eyes, ‘shit he had to hurry, his other rendvous was going to be there soon,’ he though to himself as he picked up his pace. The woman beneath him started screaming her pleasure. He allowed himself to release when he felt her walls clench around him, collapsing onto his elbows as he caught his breath.

He looked down at the woman beneath him, her blond hair mussed, pail cheeks flushed and damn with sweat. “Have fun my lady?” he asked with a purr as he nipped her bottom lip.

“Very much. Meet you again tomorrow night?” she asked with sultry smile.

“This time your room, I’m sure you can find something to keep your father and guards away,” he said with a taunting smile.

“You like playing dangerously don’t you?” she said with a saucy smile as she shoved him off to the side, so she could disappear before the guards searched for her.

Aden watched her disappear and quickly dressed. He headed to the small pond outside of town. He grimaced as the freezing cold water hit his overheated skin. “You’re late and father is going to kill you!” Amie stated with her hands on her hips as she glared at her older brother.

“No he won’t. Not unless you are going to tell him,” Aden stated, his voice growing cold with warning.

“Why would I bother, its not like its going to stop your late night romps. So are we going to have to leave this town too?” she asked scathingly.

“If you keep your mother shut, no we won’t,” Aden stated as he stepped out of the cold water and quickly covered himself from his sister’s eyes. “Where’s is father?”

“At the house wondering where you are,” Amie said and walked off to leave her brother in peace.

Aden stared up at the sky and sighed. He already knew what his father wanted to talk to about and he had been avoiding it for as
long as he could. He wondered who his father had set up for this time.

Aden took his time walking home and swore colorfully when he saw his next hit still waiting by the inn. He glanced at his home and noticed that there were no lights on. So he was guessing his father was in the inn getting tired of waiting for him.

He grinned as he walked over to the woman, and for the life of him he couldn’t remember her name. Not that it really mattered to him. “Waiting long?” he asked with a grin as he leaned against the wall next to her.

“A bit. Though I have to leave in the morning, or my father will be suspicious. He thinks I went to The Imperial City to visit my aunt,” the woman said. An uneasy feeling crept up his spine, he knew he wasn’t going to like what was to come.

Aden barely heard her as he thought about her father - the Viscount of Cheydinhal. The man had found them two years ago, and because of that incident his family and him had been given an ultimatum - Stay and he ended up in jail on trumped charges, or leave the town. They left and moved to The Imperial City. Though that hadn’t stopped them, they met up quite a few times, every other month, sometimes less. The last time he had seen her had been about two months ago.

Then he had fucked a rich merchant’s daughter. What was amusing the woman had been around so many times, he hadn’t even felt when she orgasm. He was positive she did with the amount of screaming she did. But, that incident had led to the brutes that barged into our house, scared the shit out of my parents. That scare led to us moving to Bruma, where we were right now.

This town was more prosperous then any of the others. Here he had at least three lovers, along with the Viscounts oldest daughter. Took her virginity just four nights ago. The same night he was supposed to meet his bride to be that his father found. His father’s idea was get him married to stop his roaming – as his mother puts it.

“Since we only have tonight…” he murmured with a wicked smile.

“Uh, I didn’t come here for that,” she murmured giving him worried eyes. His fear escalated double fold as he stared at her.

“What?” he asked, it sounded harsh even to his ears, but with his dry throat, there was nothing he could do about it.

He watched as fear entered her eyes and cursed himself. “Sorry, just have a feeling I am not going to like this,” Aden muttered with a shake of his head.

“You’re not. My father is marrying me off. I am to marry in two weeks,” She told him quietly.

“Damn…” he muttered, taking her hand gently… and dropped it just as abruptly with her next words.

“And I am carry your child…” she whispered.

Aden felt like the ground had shifted. His brain was drawing a blank. The word ‘pregnant’ rang in his head and wouldn’t stop. He said the first thing that came to him. “You sure its mine? It’s not like you were chaste when I met you.” He muttered and grunted as her hand made contact with the side of his face. He felt the sting burn his cheek and his world was righting once more.

“How dare you!” she spat, raising her hand to hit him once more. He stopped he hit, tossing her hand back to her side.

“Don’t!” He growled. “You’re just pissed because you can’t pass the kid off as mine. You know as well as I there is a good chance it’s not!”

“That what you thing. I haven’t touched another man since you!” she screamed. Aden glanced around quickly, praying no one had heard her outburst. He didn’t see anyone on the streets but that meant nothing. He dragged her to the back of the inn.

“Does your father know?” he asked urgently.

“No. No one knows. I going to try and pass the infant off as my future husband’s,” she told him quietly, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. He didn’t know what to do with woman that were about to cry. He didn’t do tears yet here she was looking at him hopefully. Hesitantly he reached out, not even touching her and that was all it took. She threw herself at him, her face buried in the thick linen of his shirt as she went. His hands were held in mid air, not comfortable touching her at the moment. With just his fingers he barely patted her on the back, counting the minutes that went by and praying she would let go soon.

“I…uh… I should go…” she mumbled.

“Uh, yeah, so your father doesn’t go searching for you,” he said, trying to hide his relief. He knew by the hurt look on her face he hadn’t succeeded.

He watched as another woman walk away tonight. His mind running with too many thoughts for him to focus properly. This was the second time someone had told him that they were carry his child. The first time had been when he was just fifteen years old. He had loss his virginity to the Count of Anvil’s youngest daughter. She was seventeen and he had just turned fifteen. It had been one of the best nights of his life.

Every time she could get away from her father and the guards they would meet up. He had believed he loved her. Then one day she told him that she was with child. Her father found out by an eavesdropping guard. That was the very first time they had been forced to move. And his heart had broke. Since then he jumped from bed to bed without a care in the world. Now he was to become a father a second time.

He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know whether to believe her either.

With a desolate sigh he walked behind the inn towards the walls that surrounded the city where he knew it would be quiet. He leaned against the wall, slowly sliding down and sat in the cold snow. He closed his eyes and allowed the sounds of the night to wash over him.

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