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Happy Holidays, fellow Kinkmemers! I have returned and have no reasonable excuse for my absence except LIFE. I will be working on updating the archives. If anyone sees anything amiss, please let me know.

I am also hoping to find another Mod and an Archivist.

The more dedicated people we have in this Meme the less chance of it dying. I admit that being the sole keeper of the Meme is not great for the fandom. If something were to happen to me, for good, this place would go the way of the Fallout Kink Meme. Let's not let that happen! If anyone would be interested in Modding/Archiving, please drop me a line. Thanks! <3

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Getting out of the Thalmor Embassy was a blur. The only thing Erik could recall thinking was that it shouldn't have been that easy. By the time he reached the forest's edge, the realization had hit him. Twenty-five of the nothing's men had joined the original five, making only thirty men. Brynden was not one of them.

"He's not here, is he?" He asked quietly as Atla bundled him into a black cloak with a thick fur collar. "He's inside."

Atla pursed her lips. "You're quick, Erik. Bryn feared you would think he'd abandoned you."

"He'll die in there, Atla!" Exclaimed Erik in panic.

Atla stroked Erik's matted hair fondly. "Don't discredit my son. Death does not stop a Nothing's Man. It merely delays them for a while."
---

Elenwen's conjured sword collided with Brynden's dagger, making a metallic shriek as her spell dissolved. Brynden blasted a frost spell at Elenwen's stomach, making her stumble back. Their positions shifted as the Thalmor and the Nothing's Man circled each other in a flurry of conjured blades and spells. Brynden's dagger met Elenwen's hand in in mid air, slicing through her palm and making her cry out in shock and rage. Elenwen swiftly retaliated with a shock bolt that struck Brynden in the chest and sent him flying straight back into the wall.

Lightning crackled under Elenwen's fingers and victorious smile lit up her face. "If you want the boy to remain safe, you will do exactly as I say." She said with a smugness to her voice.

"If you wanted my cooperation, you wouldn't have touched him." Brynden snarled back, his head pounding.

Desperately he tried to get up. Elenwen's shock spell was still sending spasms down his legs and shaking him up so he couldn't regain his balance and stand. The elf was perfectly aware of it, stepping towards him with a gloating look. She placed one of her hands under Brynden's chin, the other to his chest with a conjured blade. She pressed herself up to the man, getting into his space and by extent, under his skin.

Elenwen smiled at her own cruel joke. "Your choice, Nothing's Man. Your death and his extended torture, or your compliance and his safety and the safety of your organization.You will not see him in your precious Sovngarde if you defy me. And maybe there would even be a reward for you, as my ally..." She purred.

Brynden spit in her face.

"I am Oblivion bound already, Elenwen." He growled. "We would've never met in Sovngarde anyways. I don't want your rewards."

Her scathing reply of "Bastard, I-" was cut short by Brynden's second short blade slicing the side of her robes. She jerked back in surprise, and Brynden took the opportunity to spin his blade around and plunge it into her throat. The mer's healing spell quickly died in her hands. She fell back, and Brynden darted forward on unsteady legs to yank his dagger from her neck.

For the first time in her life, Elenwen felt fear. Brynden grinned like a son of Sheogorath as he sent an ice spike straight through her heart.

The laughter that consumed the solar as Elenwen's gave her final breath was chilling to the bone. It was the laughter of a man who had both nothing and everything to lose all at once. "You died as you lived." He proclaimed to the corpse. "With a heart encased in ice. May Death judge you wisely."

Brynden made a funeral pyre out of Elenwen's desk after cleaning it of anything valuable. He laid her body across it and rested a copy of the Talos Mistake and a golden necklace against her chest. A flame spell set the pyre alight, flames catching within moments. Just because he had to kill her, it didn't mean the Nothing's Man was going to slack off on respect for the fallen.

And with all of the documents collected and no further reason to stay, Brynden turned around and left. It should not have been easy it felt. It should have weighed on his shoulders and yet Brynden found himself with no regrets. At the end of the day, Erik was always worth it.

Scary. Do not wake the sleeping sleeping dragon, and they just HAD to piss him off...

Guards fell to endless streams of arrows being fired from the trees. Fingers snapped up new destruction spells with each turn around. Jhara was a whirl of claws and fire, spitting curses in the khajiit tongue at every thalmor on the field. In the midst of the combat, Atla Stark wielded her bastard sword with a smile as wicked and sharp as a hagraven's claw. She cleaved heads left and right, dancing in the death around her. The Nothing's Men were stubbornly staying alive, determined to win like never before. None who fell had fallen without taking at least three thalmor soldiers with them.

Erik longed to join the battle, to get his revenge on the soldiers in the storm of swords. He ached for close combat once more. But Atla had strictly forbidden it, giving him her bow and telling him to shoot whatever approached him and nothing more. Blood boiled in his veins, but his still healing ribs prevented him from defying Atla's orders. Meeko had been commanded to stay beside him, and the mutt performed his duty to the letter. Meeko growled continuously, his hackles raised as he stood loyally beside Erik. He only strayed once, to tear the throat out of a guard who had gotten too close before Erik could knock an arrow in the ebony bow.

Just as it seemed the battle would go on forever, the winds shifted. The gates of the embassy were blown open by the force of a voice Erik could recognize anywhere. Everyone on the field stumbled at the aftershocks of Brynden's thu'um, Nothing's Men and Thalmor alike. Brynden himself ran through the gates with his twin daggers drawn and a broad grin plastered on his face. "For Life!" He hollered, slicing open the throat of the nearest guard and spinning around to confront the next.

His war cry was echoed by the Nothing's Men, their spirits restored by their co-leader's victory. Spells and arrows were flying left and right, until it was down to nineteen Nothing's Men, and one younger Thalmor soldier who quickly surrendered himself when he saw all hope was lost.

Atla quickly ordered the remaining Nothing's Men to build a mass pyre for the Thalmor Soldiers after looting their bodies. She then turned towards her new captive.

"So you're the wise one!" Jeered Atla, slinging her sword back into it's sheath on her back and sashaying forward. "Some reputation you live up to, lad. I thought the Thalmor never surrendered to anyone. I have a deal for you, elf."

---

While Atla laid out the terms of the soldier's message bearing and the Men handled the pyre, Brynden raced off to find Erik. He pulled the shorter man into a tight hug the moment he found him. Erik dropped Atla's bow at the suddenness of it, wrapping his arms around Brynden's neck and resting his head onto the taller man's shoulders. The dragonborn's left hand raised to tangle itself in copper hair while his right pressed against the small of Erik's back.

Once they'd finally separated themselves, Brynden readjusted Erik's cloak and brushed the stray hair from his face. "Are you alright?" He asked quietly, holding Erik's face in his hands and stroking his thumb over his cheek.

Erik nodded, his exhaustion finally catching up to him. "I'm fine."

"You're worn out. How much sleep have you gotten since they've taken you? We need to get you a proper meal and a bath once we get back to Rorikstead." Brynden fretted like a mother hen, making Erik smile despite the hint of tears in his eyes.

But what Brynden said next caught him off guard. "Do you want to help light it up?"

captcha: now and forever. it seem's brighter times are in store

aww! Mother hen DB asking Erik if he wants to set the bad things on fire. <3

"Hold!" Erik's bowstring was pulled taught, his thumb anchored on his mouth.

"Fire!" He released the fire arrow, watching it soar through the night sky and into one of the open windows.

Nineteen arrows followed it, each hitting a different area. After only a few more shots, the entire Embassy was ablaze. The oil slicks that had been set up caught immediately, burning anything not made of stone. And as Erik stepped back to watch the flames build higher and higher, the laugh that broke out from him shocked even himself. To see the flickering reds and oranges and yellows contrasting against the inky black of the night sky, to see the place that had been his own personal plane of Oblivion for the past two weeks fall... Nothing felt more like victory than that.

"Come on, you. It's high time you got some rest. You can ride with me so you don't fall off the horse. along the way." Brynden smiled fondly, placing a hand at Erik's back.

---

When Erik next awoke, the sun was shining down on his face and Meeko was curled up at his feet. It took him a moment of petting the relaxed dog to figure out he was in his own room, at home, safe. Glancing around the sunlit bedroom, he spotted Brynden curled up in the armchair beside his bed, fast asleep and bathed in golden light like a ginger cat. He had changed into roughspun cotton pants and had a light blanket wrapped around his bare shoulders. A smile graced his features, making him seem much younger than his thirty-four years.

Erik found his eyes fluttering shut once more, and he succumbed to the warmth of sleep.

---

It was two weeks later that the call of the road beckoned to Brynden once more in the form of letter from Neverwhere Hall. At breakfast, Erik and Mralki were greeted by an already armored up Brynden who gave Mralki a firm handshake and Erik a tight hug. With a quiet explanation of his intentions to return home and a thanks for allowing him to stay and oversee Erik's recuperation, he turned to part. Erik almost felt his heart break in half as he watch him reach to open the door.

Once more Brynden would walk away, would ride off into the sun without him. The thought of it made him anxious. Without thinking, Erik charged after him and called out "Wait!"

And then Brynden turned around, a broad grin on his face. "Yes, Goldie?"

"Can I come with you again?" Erik asked, voice shaky.

"There will always a place for you by my side, Goldie. Your silver mare and armor await us at the whereabouts of Never." Brynden replied.

And if Erik practically jumped into Brynden's arms and almost knocked him over when he ran to embrace him, well, only Meeko and Mralki where there to witness it.

As the duo headed out of Frostfruit Inn, both found that everything felt right in the world once more.

OMG this is so sweet!

Will there be smexy adventures now? Please?

As soon as I find the chance to write them anon ;)

YAY!

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