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ANNOUNCEMENTS: UPDATED 12/16/2017

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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From: (Anonymous)

Maybe you could outwit him. Maybe your steel was sharper than his claws. But his eyes gleamed with cunning, and his strength was limitless, and he would fight until the last breath had left his lungs. His voice didn’t need Thu’um to change the world.

Dyce refused to be cowed.

“I am the Dragonborn!” Dyce roared back. “And I have accepted what that means.” And it had hurt. “And when I say this war will end it will end! I slew the World Eater. I have the right. I earned it in Sovngarde!”

“And what was a Breton doing in Sovngarde?” Ulfric growled, turning away in disgust.

“I don’t know.” Dyce shrugged, “I don’t know, Jarl Ulfric. What difference does it make?”

“Skyrim is our homeland. It belongs to the Nords. Sovngarde-”

“Like hell! I have fought and killed and bled for-” Dyce broke off. “Huh. I didn’t come here to debate race politics with you, Ulfric. I came here to ask you if you were a damned traitor.”

Ulfric watched him through eyes narrowed against the cold and snow. “Well, things have changed since the peace conference.” He looked back out to sea. “I am not a traitor. Whatever is in here, is irrelevant now. I will see every Thalmor in Skyrim - in all of Tamriel - put to the sword.”

“Your hatred of the Thalmor is not in question,” Dyce said. “I’m concerned about potential vulnerabilities. Why did you do it, Ulfric? Why do they think they could make you do it again if they had to?”

“Things have changed since that was written,” he said. “I am no longer an asset. They know what kind of response they will get if they dare to try and contact me now; their messenger's head in a box.”

“Those are assurances, not an explanation,” Dyce said.

“You would have all my secrets, Dragonborn? Are these scars not enough?” When Dyce didn’t answer he continued. “Say you are satisfied with my explanation; will you swear loyalty to me and our cause?”

That was the question, wasn’t it?

“Yes,” Dyce said. “If I didn’t think the Empire’s appeasement was nothing more than a doomed attempt to buy time I wouldn’t be here.”

Ulfric turned his head and raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t like the Thalmor either,” Dyce pointed out. “I’ve seen what’s under the embassy. I rescued the unfortunate sods they had locked up in there.”

Ulfric actually looked impressed. “That explained Elenwen’s expression at the peace conference,” he murmured.

“I know what they’re trying to do. Talos is only the first step. I have a friend,” Dyce continued. “I rescued him. Underneath it all he was a really good mer. He was so lonely.” He looked up and met Ulfric’s gaze, “I’ll keep your secrets, my Jarl.”

“I believe you’d try. But there are no secrets they cannot prise from your mind. The harder you grip - I can’t even remember telling them, but they knew. They let me escape so I could see.” He was looking out at the snow, but Dyce was sure he couldn’t see it.

“What did they know?” Dyce asked.

“You will swear your life to me,” Ulfric said. “Or I will take it. Please let this be enough. Not even Galmar knows.” He turned his head and looked at Dyce.

Dyce set his jaw and raised his head, waiting.

Ulfric sighed. “So be it. I have a daughter.”

~~~
A/N: This is nowhere near finished being written. So tags so far would be:

char:M!DB char:Ulfric Stormcloak relationship:slash kink:angst series:dyce

From: (Anonymous)

I know it's as of yet unfinished but holy shit Dyce!Anon, I would give you a standing ovation if such things were possible over the intertubes. Fantastic characterization of Ulfric, by the way.

From: (Anonymous)

As you know, my friend, I've been waiting for someone to really cover and explore what's in Ulfric's dossier. So to finally see that happening is a dream come true.

To have it be DYCE! well, that's a wet dream come true.

I realized yesterday that I have a new goal in writing, which is to write out whatever, and then try and make it half as long. Because if there is one thing you understand, my dear Dyce!anon, it's economy of words. (Something clearly I need to work on) You've inspired me to be better, which not many people can say.

And your twist? Fabulous. Of course, something so simple, and yet so likely. It's perfect, and like having an eraser at the end of a pencil, you can't imagine why no body thought of it in the first place.

Finally, it took me a moment to figure out who Dyce was talking about when he said "A really good Mer". At first my mind went to Erandur, because Dyce and Erandur are now permanently linked in my brain. (Which makes it kind of awkward in any 'non-Dyce' story) But then I realized it's Ondolemar and everything fell into place.

I wish we were in the same hemisphere, so I could show you my appreciation in more concrete ways (Look! I made cookies!) but we're not, so words on a page will have to suffice.

Thank you so much! It's already brilliant, and I have no doubt it's going to become a favorite.