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‘First stop - get a potion!’ she thought to herself, the decided to rethink that idea, not one but lots. She needs to learn the formula, she knew Skyrim was going to be very expensive for her if she had to keep buying potions.

“Now that what I call a proper welcome to Skyrim,” she quipped with a grin as he slipped out of her.

Oh dear Gods yes.
I love this!
I'm on the edge of my seat over here ahah
Defiantly keeping my eyes on it.

Thank you so much!!! There will be more tomorrow!

So we all know that Balgruuf and Ulfric have been rivals for a long while. Enter our F!DB who has suddenly gotten both Jarl's besotted with both her beauty and battle skills...as well as the claim that they have the support of the Dragonborn. I want to see a perplexed DB suddenly caught in the middle of a rivalry where Ulfric and Balgruuf both keep one upping one another to try and win her affections and hand in marriage.

It can be funny, or it can be serious (Maybe F!DB bemoans that men are only after her power) but I just wanna see these two men going nuts over trying to best the other. Maybe she teases the hell out of both of them for fun.

It'd be awesome if she ends up with one (I do have a soft spot for Balgruuf) but I'm open to any interpretation of the prompt that would be entertaining. And I do have a preference for a Breton, cause seeing all these big, sweaty nords going crazy for a petite breton hits a kink I never knew I had until now

Ok so I know this is a very random prompt but the more I watch Once upon a time, the more I think what if he and Sheogorath were in the same room? Both have Scottish accents, both ate a little.. Unhinged.

I'd really appreciate any fic involving these two, perhaps Rumplestiltskin tries to make a deal with the mad god and it doesn't go quite to plan (well he is the God of madness what does go to plan?) perhaps rumplestiltskin obtains the wabbajack through a deal with the dragon born and the mad god let's curious and investigates?

Someone please make this happen!

Also bonus points if he calls the mad god 'dearie'

The inn door closed behind them and they stood in awkward silence for a while.

“Shall I carry your pack?” Borgakh asked, and Dyce could practically hear the ‘husband’ at the end of her enquiry.

“If I told you to go home, would you?” Dyce asked suddenly.

“Yes, hus- Dyce.”

“Then what would you do?”

“I would train, and wait for you to come back.”

“Urgh.” Dyce rubbed his cheek irritably. “I was afraid of that. It’s like that dog all over again.”

“Dog?” Borgakh asked.

Dyce started walking and indicated she should follow. There was nothing to be gained by wasting daylight. “I met a dog,” he explained. “A stray dog. He was fighting some wolves so I thought I’d help the little feller out.”

“Oh.”

“He took a shine to me then, started following me. I didn’t mind, I called him Mudface. But Mudface wasn’t very quiet, or very smart, and I nearly killed myself more than once rescuing him from his attempts to defend me. Eventually, I had to tell him to go home.” Dyce sighed and looked at the ground in front of him.

“I see.”

“He didn’t have a home, of course, but he went anyway.”

Borgakh scratched her head. “He was a dog,” she said, clearly not seeing what the fuss was about.

“He loved me!”

“Do you think I love you?” she asked, looking a bit startled.

“No. There is that at least. But you’ve bound yourself anyway, just with duty rather than love. In some ways it’s worse; you’re not going to forget me the next time someone waves a raw chop in your direction.”

“I don’t understand you,” she said.

“Maybe this is a real marriage after all,” Dyce said sourly, and the conversation ended.

Markarth rose ahead of them, as forbidding and cryptic as always. The roads started to fill with farmers and soldiers, but no one paid them much attention. Borgakh opened her eyes wide and drank the scene in.

“Are we here to trade?” she asked.

“I might sell some things but I’m actually here to solve a murder.”

“Really? Is that what you do then, solve murders?”

“Well, not really, but I solved some in Windhelm and the one that happened here has been weighing on me. It happened right in front of my eyes, but at the time I was more concerned about where my next meal was coming from.”

“How are you going to solve the murder?” Borgakh seemed genuinely interested.

“The first step will be finding out more about the victim. I just hope someone remembers her after all these months.”

“So do I,” Borgakh said with determination. Dyce smiled.

Borgarkh said she’d been to Markarth once before, but she’d been so young she barely remembered it. Dyce let her have her head, fingering the wares at the markets, trotting up and down the myriad of stone steps, and marvelling at the sheer number of humans.

Despite the amount of time that had passed, Dyce made good progress with his investigation. Such good progress in fact, that by the time evening fell, a guard accosted him and told him to back off. After he’d gone Borgakh turned to Dyce and asked him what he was going to do.

“The chieftain of this hold might not want the murder solved,” she pointed out.

“It’s not merely the Jarl we have to worry about. Jarls come and go, and I’ve replaced a few in my time, including this one. He’s a Silver-Blood, and the Silver-Bloods are something a bit more complicated.”

“Are you going to give up?”

Dyce grinned, “Nah, I’m really curious now. I think we should pay the other Sliver-Blood brother a visit.”

The visit to the treasury went much worse than even Dyce had anticipated, with the Forsworn agents killing Betrid Silver-Blood. Dyce had to do some killing himself when he visited Nepos, Borgath backing him up with enthusiasm.

“There’s a Forsworn king,” Borgakh said, her eyes alight as they left the house, Dyce paging through Nepos’s journal. “We discovered it! Well, you discovered it. This is incredible. It would explain why they’re so strong. What now?”

“I don’t know. In fact, it’s at this point I wish I was being paid at all for this. I was doing this just because I was asked. Just doing a good deed.” He frowned at her, “Which doesn’t always turn out like one expects. Well, he said he’d meet me again in the Shrine of Talos, and it’s nearly midnight. I suspect there won’t be anything either of us can do about this, but I got him an explanation at least.”

Eltrys was dead, slaughtered on the abandoned shrine, and his murderers, dressed in the uniforms of Markarth’s guards, were waiting for them. Borgakh tensed at Dyce’s side, her hand on the hilt of her sword, waiting on his order to attack.

Dyce narrowed his eyes as they called on him to surrender. He could take them. He had a powerful warrior at his side, and the voice of a dragon curling in this throat. Dyce had been a wanted man on occasion before. But there was wanted and there was wanted; getting a reputation as a guard killer meant that a future attempt to surrender might be ‘accidentally’ overlooked.

Dyce took a deep breath and slowly put his hands on the back of his head. “I won’t fight,” he said quietly.

“Get her out of here. Not a word, you understand, Orc?”

“No!” Borgakh stepped closer.

Dyce shook his head; he didn’t want her to try any heroics. Instead she put her hands behind her head too.

“He’s my husband. Where he goes, I go.”

“Have it your way.”

Dyce was unresisting as they relieved them of their weapons and bound their hands. Borgakh kept avoiding his eye.

“You’re just lucky I’ve had a bit of practice breaking out of prison,” he murmured in Borgakh’s ear before they were forcibly separated. Dyce was not surprised when most of the formalities were dispensed with. They weren’t even taken to the prison under Understone Keep.

Instead they were taken straight down into the mines.

The mine guards, mostly Orcs, watched as they were told to strip, and Dyce caught a glimpse of Borgakh’s high, rather flat breasts, the dark nipples hardening in the cold air, and the curve of her generous backside as she removed her armour. But it was not the time for shame nor appreciation.

They were given rough cloth rags and walked for what felt like hours down crudely carved stone ramps. At the base of the shaft was the rest of the prison complex, and Dyce was alarmed to note that their cage was closed not with a lock but a lever which was well out of reach once they had entered the prison proper.

Dyce frowned, and Borgakh looked at him with concern.

This wasn’t going to be as easy as he thought. They were shoved through into the mine and advised to get to work. The gate clanged closed behind them, and Borgakh took a deep, slightly shaky breath.

They were being observed, as around a small fire, a group of hard-faced and ragged prisoners had noticed their arrival.

“What now?” she asked.

Dyce reached over and squeezed her arm reassuringly. “We find out what’s what. This is the first prison I’ve been in that encourages the prisoners to try and tunnel their way free.” He gave her a smile. Someone, somewhere would have at least started an escape attempt.

“Besides,” he added more quietly. “Madanach is down here. If we want to fix what’s going on here, Cidhna Mine might just be where we want to be.”

“I don’t want to be here for the rest of my life,” she confessed.

“Borgakh,” he stepped in front of her, putting his hands on her shoulders. “I will get us out of here, trust me.” He looked into her golden eyes and realised she didn’t, not really. To her credit she was trying, but he suspected the scrappy human she saw before her didn’t engender a lot of confidence. He quirked a rueful smile, and shook his head, “Why did you marry me?”

She didn’t give him an answer, and they approached the fire, to see who was in charge around here.

Borkul the Beast was in charge. At least, he was standing in for Madanach, whose doorway he guarded. He didn’t seem entirely surprised Dyce wanted to talk to the Forsworn king, but he wasn’t going to make it easy for him.

“You can beat me in combat,” Borkul said, flexing his muscles and grinning. “Or you can find me a new shiv. I don’t care which.”

Dyce would have considered offering other services, but Borkul could barely peel his eyes away from Borgakh. Dyce’s charms weren’t going to do him much good here. Not with this sort of competition.

You win, A!A.

For I am dead of happiness at your fill. Bliegh.

Thanks for the interest! That's all fine, just have fun with it :)

Not sure if this has been done. I want to see the dragonborn raised by a Dragon or dragons. I want see how they raise him to becoming the dragonborn.

I want to see how it changes their out look towards humans. How they cope with being near the other races. How it would change his mission to hunt Alduin, if it even does.

It can be angsty, fluff, crack, anything. Race, gender doesn't matter. If there is to be a romance I would prefer M/M but if the A!A prefers not then that is fine too. But I have a hard time reading F/F

For the dragon lovers out there, if you want to make this a dragon romance, go for it.

Squicks: Bathroom stuff, blood play during sex, noncom, or injury, damage during sex.

Dubcon is ok as long as there isn't too much violence and both partners are willing in the end.

So this is my first time making a request. Lets see how it goes. I really hope someone fills this.

Vilkas was in counsel with Kodlak, as seemed to be the normal as of late. The Beast blood affected him most of all and everyone knew it. He could only get a few hours of restless sleep and had taken comfort in books during the night. Kodlak had been helping Vilkas try a whole variety of sleeping draughts all of which the wolf burned through before they could have any effect.

The man in him was tired but the wolf kept him going. He wanted to rest.

Yet admittedly he was grateful that it meant he had lots of time to study the History of the Companions, war tales and anything else that interested him. He had only seen that once Kodlak told him to look for the Silver lining to his sleepless nights.

Yet the beast didn’t like reading, it was too idle and some nights he had to take long walks around Whiterun to sooth the beast’s agitated soul. It wanted to get out and as the man grew more and more tired the beast was getting closer to release.

When his brother and Aela came into the room dragging some woman Vilkas was positive they’d caught her stealing from them.

She was dressed in loose fitting robes and looked like she just wanted to run away, she reminded Vilkas of a caged animal which made Vilkas’ wolf rear it’s ugly head.

He was sure she must have been a thief as it seemed the only thing Aela and Farkas would unite over. With a circle in such division Aela and Farkas avoided each other like a plague unless they were called for a job, which thankfully they were still professional about.

“Kodlak, do you have a moment?” Aela asked, Kodlak looked at Vilkas who merely nodded confirming his own worries could wait. Besides he wanted to witness this.

“I do now.” Kodlak said, neck and back cracking as he turned slightly to face the three people.

Aela and Farkas placed the small woman in a chair at the table so she was in-between the two seated men.

“Tell us if she had the fire in her heart to become a companion.” Farkas said exchanging smiles with Aela.

Vilkas was confused, Farkas and Aela were trying to recruit someone? Why would they do such a thing, now of all times? Why were they agreeing on something?

He pushed the behaviour of the two aside and assessed the woman. She wore robes but Vilkas wasn’t convinced she was a mage. She smelled of a recent battle but he couldn’t smell any magic on her. She was a Breton and would probably only reach Vilkas’ shoulder at full height, if that. She looked scrawny like she had never seen a proper day of battle before. Her hair was an ebony mess that was tied into a ponytail, which needed retying. Her hair was longer than any warrior or mage would have kept it and none would have left it that free flowing either. She had brown orbs for eyes that seemed to glance nervously from Kodlak to Vilkas and she still looked like she wanted to run to the exit.

She definitely wasn’t companion material.

“You have a certain fire within you.” Kodlak said.

“What?” Both the Breton and Vilkas said at the same time. Farkas and Aela continued to beam at each other.

“I-I’m sorry but-”

“We told you!” Aela said cutting the Breton off. Vilkas narrowed his eyes, what was going on here.

“Any experience in battle girl?”

“Well no…”

“Nonsense.” Farkas said, “Shot an arrow right into a Giant’s eye.”

Ah, so she was an archer. Perhaps that explained Aela’s vested interest, not Farkas’ though. Vilkas would have thought Farkas wasn’t thinking with his brain but something else, yet the Breton was not Farkas’ type, at all.

Kodlak laughed, his eyes full of amusement. “What’s your name?”

“Ariella…” she said. She was quiet, timid and nervous still. What fire did she have?

“Well Ariella, I’m sure Farkas and Aela will have no qualms training you to better your arm if you have not seen much battle.” The two nodded and Vilkas wanted to protest, but the situation was so strange he was no sure where to begin.

“But-”

“Welcome to the Companions.” Kodlak said, cutting the Breton off. What was happening here? Was Vilkas missing something?

“But-”

“I’ll show you to where the whelps sleep.” Aela said.

"But-"

“Then we can give you a tour of all of Whiterun.” Farkas added

Farkas and Aela led the Breton out of the room not allowing her to speak. When the doors closed Kodlak had a knowing smile on his face.

“You know something I don’t, old man?” Vilkas asked.

“Hmm? Oh nothing, nothing you should worry about Vilkas, for now.” Vilkas had no idea what that meant but knew better than to get into an argument over it. His wolf growled at his lack of understanding, impatient and wanting to know the answers now and for once the man agreed with it.

I am currently quivering in anticipation!

Seconded SO HARD.

This continues to be AMAZING AND HEARTBREAKING BEYOND WORDS.

This is so good!!! Can't wait for more.

THIS MEANS WAR!

Seconded like burning!

Really loving this fic, Dyce!Anon.

You - much like Dyce - always satisfy ;)

SQUEEE!

Do you have eardrums left? I'm soooooooooo excited! I'm going to fire up Skyrim and strip Mercer nude in anticipation.

OP

OMG, the part about the dog. You've just perfectly summed up the heartbreak of the stray dogs in Skyrim. And then cracked me up with "you're not going to forget me the next time someone waves a raw chop in your direction."

OP - the plot thickens! Poor Argis, he's a long-suffering man. :)

Literally! (Also seconded)

Prompter!Anon here =D
I don't mind, Dunmers are cool! And yeah, I don't have a preference, wether it's het, slash, pansexual, polyamorous, kinky.etc. relationship I don't mind. I'm open-mindness incarnate uvu

OP is delighted to have a third filler! I would love to read your story!

Wow, I've never had my prompts multi-filled before!

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