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M!Orc/F!DB

[(Anonymous)]

I like orcs.

Fill me..

I mean uh.

Would like a dubcon or consensual smut fill or romance between F!DB and a male orc.. bonus points if it's a good mix of both <3 (and if the orc is a fighter of some sort.. although i do like moth gro bagol.

Re: M!Orc/F!DB OP

[(Anonymous)]

would prefer if it's a human F!DB generally but would also like to see an F!Khajiit

F!DB/Lydia

[(Anonymous)]

When the DB finally admits that she could do with some help, Lydia is excited to travel with her after waiting, rather impatiently, for months.

But Lydia hadn't expected to be quite so taken with her attractive female Thane.
Smut ensues when the DB wakes one night to find Lydia masturbating next to her.

BONUS IF:
~ When Lydia notices the DB's awake, she can't stop herself from coming straight away and the embarrassment of it turns her on even more.
~ The DB gets a little dom on a very willing sub!Lydia.
~ Lydia squirts when she comes.
~ The DB's a human.

Re: F!DB/Lydia

[(Anonymous)]

Ooooh I second this!

F!DB/Sheogorath - "Your Eyes Can Be So Cruel"

[(Anonymous)]

This JUST hit me, seriously. Right in the face as I'm having my morning coffee.

Sheogorath is Jareth the Goblin King from Labyrinth. He steals Lydia (or NPC of anon's choice) away to the Shivering Isles to turn her (or him) into a daedra, and it's up to our female DB to save her before time runs out. Go crazy with this anons. Have Sheogorath singing his pining, angsty, forbidden love for the DB as only Daddy Bowie could. Give him glittery eyeshadow and a mullet - I don't care, just PLEASE someone fill this for me!

To the anon who fills this: I hereby declare that you are a god, and I will worship you for 10 min every morning during coffee time. I will name my firstborn child after you. You shall have ALL the power of the internets, and my undying affection.

Smut is up to the anon. DB can be any race or class, have any personality.

THANK YOU!! <3

Love You Madly 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

(This isn't gonna be quite the same as the labyrinth, but I'm gonna try to have it follow a somewhat similar story.)

“Sweet Thane. Fair Thane. Pouting, inconsolable, Thane. Always such a long face, has the love of your life, the apple of thine eye, turned you down once more.”

Elijah turned a bleary eye upwards, narrowing it at the blonde haired man grinning down at her. “Away with you, Mikael.” She snapped, waving a tankard of mead at him irritably and sloshing a bit on to the floor. “Wag your silver tongue at me again, and I will cut it out.”

The bard chuckled loudly, taking a seat next to the drunken woman. “Shoulda learned from my mistake, she ain’t looking.” He said cheerfully. “On the upside, at least she won’t send you to beat yourself up for courting her.” He slapped the Imperial on the back.

Elijah shifted away, grumbling softly. “I’s the damn kid.” She mumbled. “I wouldn’t wish no harm on the gel’s pretty auburn head, but she’s in the way. Everytime I get this close to a kiss,” she held up her fingers to show how close she was getting. “The girl comes stumbling in complaining about monsters under the bed.”

Mikael smiled. “Relax, Mila likes you and would no doubt love to have you as a mom,” He said. “I think she just doesn’t understand you’re trying to court her mom.”

Elijah ran her hand over her face and let out a disconsolate sigh. “I know, I just…shit, it sounds awful, but I sometimes wish the kid’d be gone for awhile, y’know.” She leaned on her elbow, and turned to look at Mikael with unfocused eyes. “Tell me that ain’t a terrible thing to think.”

The bard frowned. “So long as you don’t send a letter to the Dark Brotherhood, I think you’ll be good.”

Elijah gave him a hard punch on the arm for the off-taste remark and waved her hand away. “Git outta my face, lover boy, I’m tired of your prattle.”

Mikael got up, chuckling. “Alright, alright, I’m going.” He said defensively. “Just be careful what you wish for ‘kay.” He turned to walk back toward the fire, strumming his lute.

The Imperial turned back to her drink, a glower on her face. “Just wish me and Carlotta could get some time alone. I just…wish that someone’d take Mila away. There’s nothin’ wrong with that.”

Pull away now from the drunk woman. Pull up to the ceiling. You can see now that the bar is scarcely filled, no more than Mikael and a few patrons. Go up higher, up above the thatch roofs of Whiterun. Look down and see the majesty of the city, the palace of Dragonsreach, the wild splendor of the Gildergreen, the strength of Jorrvaskar. Higher still, you can now see the land stretch out below you. If you squint, you can make out the roads the wriggle across the flatlands. Now, among the clouds, the world takes on a dull metallic sheen and small scratches mar your vision. Pull away even more and you can see the world on a bent piece of metal, a handle sticking out from the underside is held by a simultaneously dirty and meticulously clean hand.

In the Shivering Isles, Shoegorath breathed on the spoon, clouding up the image until it was gone. “Of course there’s nothing wrong with that,” he said to a point a little above and to the left of the utensil. “Wanting to get rid of things is completely normal, my dear. In fact, I want to get rid of things all the time. Wheels! Hammocks! Onions! Seems there’s always something to put somewhere that I don’t go as much.” Sheogorath let out a little giggle and turned his attention back to the spoon that had become a loaf of bread. And, if you want something done…I’m your man,” he whispered in a dark voice as he reached out to brush his fingertips along the baked surface.

Just an Earthling in Skyrim

[(Anonymous)]

What would happen if someone just came home to play Skyrim one day and got thrown into the world of Tamriel?
Do they find love? Do they accompany the DB? Do they go it alone? Do they join the Thieves guild, Drak Borhterhood, Companions? Do they want to go home? Do they go home?
Do whatever you want A!As,

Bonus points if they fall in love with either the DB, Brynjolf, Ulfric or Aela.

Re: Just an Earthling in Skyrim

[(Anonymous)]

I've been playing with an idea kinda similar to this, except that it is the main character's best friend who is taken away to Skyrim, where he/she gets into some trouble. Someone knows about Earth and they send the Dark Brotherhood after the main character to get at her friend. Chaos ensues.

Hope that made sense. Does that sound like something you'd like?

DB/Dragon, Voice Kink

[(Anonymous)]

There have been quite a few dragon!kink requests on here, and although I can see the appeal, I don't really get my kicks off of the dragon itself. Its voice, on the other hand...now that's a different story.
I want to see a Dragonborn getting hot and bothered over any dragon's voice(though I'd love to see Odahviing or Paarthurnax, of course), and said dragon totally taking advantage of this.
Bonus points if the Dragonborn is blindfolded or basically has their vision blocked off over the course of it all.
Not picky about race in the slightest, but if you wanna go out there and give me a Khajiit DB for once, I'd be thrilled.

Re: DB/Dragon, Voice Kink

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded seconded seconded.

Paarthurnax, Odahviing, Durneviir. Dragons and their babies. Bonding.

[(Anonymous)]

So Akatosh wasn't completely dumb, he made sure that his children the dragons couldn't breed like rabbits and overpopulate Tamriel by making them Monogendered and limiting them to being able to lay one egg in their lifespan.

The reason all dragons sound male is because they only have one gender. And of course when your crazy older brother is intent on ruling the world and all those squishy mortals get mad and try to kill you, well it's not conducive to actually having your kids.

So after the Dovahkiin kills Alduin and manages to kill the annoying Breton Grandmaster of the Blades. (For ficcing purposes she's not essential.)

Well, it's now safe to lay the eggs and raise the kiddies. And as much as Odahviing may not agree with Paarthurnax's way of the voice, well it's nice to find another Dovah who's going to lay their eggs.

Then of course Durnehviir shows up, grouching about how zhe's stuck in the Soul Cairn and needs help to stay in Tamriel so hir child won't be tied to the Soul Cairn as well.

Cue cranky dragons gestating their eggs and craving roast giant meat at 4am on a Middas. Odahviing and Paarthurnax sharing thuum duty to keep Durnehviir in Tamriel, etc. Cracky pregnant/gestating dragon bonding.

And if you have Farengar studying the breeding process of dragons and the Dovahkiin trying to stop the dragons roasting and eating him that'd be cool too.

Re: Paarthurnax, Odahviing, Durneviir. Dragons and their babies. Bonding.

[(Anonymous)]

+100000

Okay, there is no Quaranir stories!

[(Anonymous)]

What's up with this!

Anyone gave me ANYTHING with this fine piece of Altmer from the Psijic Order.

The Dragonborn can me any race (although I'd admit I would prefer an Imperial or a Nord...) and it can also be any gender.

Preferred- something angsty/sad with romance... and as I said, Imperial or Nord DB.



But really, I'd take ANYTHING that can make me cry/fuzzy/love it.


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Quaranir has to leave and go back to the Psijic Order, and he might have found the DB very appealing and interesting.

Maybe he asks for a couple of days in the DB dimension and he uses that time wisely.

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I would really love it if someone did this!
Thank you :3

Re: Okay, there is no Quaranir stories!

[(Anonymous)]

YES!!! I was about to request something similar, OP! I really love this mysterious, intelligent, teleporting and time blocking Altmer. Not to mention the fact that he is a monk...
Someone HAS to fill this!

M!Orsimer/M!DB

[(Anonymous)]

Could we see some hot man lovins between an orc man and human one? :) Love if the DB is a thor-esque (from the movie) built blonde nord or a similar looking but not quite as bulky, dark haired, imperial x3

Plot and relationship development is optional but anon would not turn down a good story!

Re: M!Orsimer/M!DB

[(Anonymous)]

Sounds hot. Seconded.

M!Altmer!DB/Any Male, For the Sake of Variety

[(Anonymous)]

Because I don't see very much in the way of male Altmers, let alone with another male.

I'd like to see a relationship between a male Altmer (possibly who has a generally kind disposition but with a tendency to be unknowingly rude or condescending) and another male, preferably of a different race. Doesn't matter if it's smut or fluff or whatever, just so long as the Dragonborn is an Altmer. My favorite guys are Brynjolf, Hadvar, Erandur and pretty much anyone that's in the Thieves Guild, but I'm game for just about anyone. ;D

Re: M!Altmer!DB/Any Male, For the Sake of Variety

[(Anonymous)]

Ooh. I was looking for an excuse to write more of my Altmer (well, half Altmer, but everyone in Skyrim only sees the snobby elf bit). Though when he's being condescending and rude he's very aware of it. Does OP mind this?

M!DB/Farengar. One upping Farengar, and sex, lots of sex.

[(Anonymous)]

Farengar always bugs me what with his condescending snobby attitude. Sure the "You're about to step in your own shock rune." Line soemtimes mollifies me but he's stuck up.

So, your magically gifted Dragonborn turns up in Dragonsreach. Farengar get's all "I am mage and way better than you." Only for the Breton/Altmer/Insanely gifted with Magic Khajiit to dazzle him with their much more superior magickal skills and reduce him to a quivering horny wreck.

Ending up in lots of energetic sex, with switching, because even when he's on the bottom the Dragonborn is still in charge.

Re: M!DB/Farengar. One upping Farengar, and sex, lots of sex.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh mercy, this has to be filled. I shall surely perish if it is not.

Kill Bill - Dark Brotherhood edition

[(Anonymous)]

Just rewatched Kill Bill last night and thought it would make a great AU for the Dark Brotherhood quest line.

I'd like to see either Astrid (somehow surviving Death Incarnate) or Cicero (returning as the vengeful jester after Cure for Madness) in the part of the Bride.

Level of smut is up to the A!Anon. I mostly want action and revenge.

I don't feel the inclusion of a DB is strictly necessary.

If you do include smut, squicks: Bathroom stuff. Explicit gore.

Re: Kill Bill - Dark Brotherhood edition

[(Anonymous)]

Ooh yes!

M! or F!DB/Ravyn Imyan, Assassins and Apparently Lovers

[(Anonymous)]

This idea was churning around in my head for a while, but I can't seem to spit it out into some feasible words that also sound pretty.

Basically, the prompt would be that the Dragonborn has had some sort of past history with the Dark Brotherhood - whether formerly allied with them before deserting due to a change in heart about murder/Sithis and/or destroying them, currently the Listener of the sect in Skyrim, or whatever floats your little boat, doesn't matter - but joins the Thieves Guild (for reasons the A!A might come up with...maybe to forget their past with the Brotherhood if they were once a part of it but deserted?) and meets Ravyn. And subsequently becomes attracted to him. Then he/she finds out about Ravyn's former involvement with the Morag Tong, and reacts accordingly. By accordingly, I mean according to the A!A, of course!

DB can be of any race/gender that the A!A wants. I do have a love for mers, though. :)

Long prompt is long. Sorry!

Marriage/Relationship with a Housecarl

[(Anonymous)]

Okay, so Skyrim is one of the more class and race conscious places on Tamriel, right? But, we're supposed to believe that you can just marry whomever you want and BOOM! Suddenly, everything's fine and dandy.

Look at the housecarls. They're all marriage candidiates...but they've also been trained to see the Thane as THE THANE, Lord and Master. More importantly, all those other people in town see the two as on wildly differing social levels.

What happens when Thane DB and his (or her) housecarl do finally get together? Is it immediate bliss? Do the neighbors start talking? Do the other Thanes (or housecarls) have something to say about it? Is there an immediate wedding, or do the pair shack up together for a while, since they're already living together? How does the housecarl reconcile his/her new role -- no longer just "sworn to carry your burdens," but now the DB's lifemate and confidante, too?

I'd love to see the less used housecarls. I have a newfound love for Argis, but how about the other, not-Lydia housecarls?

Squicks: Scat, watersports, unreciprocated humiliation (as in, where the other peson is NOT into it)

Re: Marriage/Relationship with a Housecarl

[(Anonymous)]

This is actually the perfect prompt for me to continue an Argis prompt I just finished...
It's like you were reading my mind.
Well time to go off to work....

M!Altmer!DB/Everyone.

[(Anonymous)]

No, really. Everyone and anyone. Hyperpromiscuity is my kink. Tavern wenches, bards, thieves, assassins, jarls, housecarls, merchants...all are welcome in his bed. Altmer because I think they're gorgeous, and M because the idea of said hyperpromiscuous DB accidentally leaving a trail of bastard children behind him is also appealing. I'd prefer this to happen in a series of vignettes/ficlets, but anything's good.

Re: M!Altmer!DB/Everyone.

[(Anonymous)]

I am most definitely all over this. Consider me on it.

...Pun intended.

Erik the Slayer/DB

[(Anonymous)]

Erik has a quote stating that he hates bandits and how they used to attack Rorikstead quite often, which got me to thinking:

What if the DB and Erik were trying to clear some bandits out from an area (or were possibly attacked on a stretch of road), and DB took an arrow to the throat (or several all over) whilst defending Erik's blindside and died in his arms?

I'd love it if there were some unspoken feelings between the two, but a close friends relationship is lovely as well.
Argonian!DB preferred, but any race and gender is fine.

Kill Mercer, long prompt is long

[(Anonymous)]

[EDIT:] LJ freaked out on me so if this turns up twice I'm SO VERY SORRY.

So I hadn't been on the K!meme for a few weeks but last night I realized a Kill Bill parody would be badass. Then I came here to post it and realized someone beat me to the idea. I was heartbroken, this being my first attempt at a prompt instead of a fill, but then realized we were asking for different stories essentially so hey maybe I'll give it a shot.

And also the other OP suggested Cicero as the Bride so I might just fill that prompt because ksldhgldkfhjCicero. (You'll never guess my identity, guise)

SO YEAH, back to my prompt...

Femme Dragonborn previously hooked up with Mercer (be it a one-night-stand, casual sex, or an otherwise long-term relationship is authornon's call). Maybe she dumped him like "Brynjolf's accent is hotter, don't hate the player hate the game." She later wakes up from Mercer's unsportsmanlike coup de grâce in Snow Veil Sanctum with a wild hair up her ass, and begins tearing her way through various non-Guild associates of Mercer on her way to MAKE. HIM. PAY.

Cast Suggestions/Bonus:
- Ingun Blackbriar as Elle Driver, because poison weapons and I'm pretty sure Ingun's dialogue implies she'd love to join the Dark Brotherhood.
- Astrid as O-Ren Ishii because who better to play the MOST badass assassin chick with a traumatic past who runs her own assassin squad?
- Babette as Gogo Yubari, because duh.
- Ysolda as Vernita Green because Ysolda seems all nice and pedestrian from the outside, but ever find the Sleeping Tree? Bitch be runnin' a drug ring, hell yeah.
- Eorlund Gray-Mane as Hattori Hanzo MORE hell yeah.

Moar Bonus:
Brynjolf/f!DB, and Brynjolf speaks fluent Falmer. DB gets off on him talking dirty in Falmer.

Why? Because the wiki suggests he might due to his mysterious ability to read Gallus's journal without difficulty or, apparently, Calcelmo's translation notes, and I thought Falmer dirty talk would be the funniest/hottest crack idea ever.

Smut optional, violence necessary, only squicks are bodily waste.

ANY TAKERS?!

Re: Kill Mercer, long prompt is long

[(Anonymous)]

Other Kill Bill prompter here. I cannot make any promises on filling this prompt since I just started a huge story, but I am definitely interested. I love all the little details you've opted. =3

Mercer *raises his dwarven sword* - No, this is me at my most sadistic.
F!DB *rasps gently* Mercer, it's your money.

Erandur/Martin Septim PLEASE!

[(Anonymous)]

I read the most delightful story here last night, featuring Erandur's elf ears, and it reminded me of this little post that someone made on Tumblr:

One’s an introspective priest of the Divines that’s ashamed of his past history of daedric worship, which involved his friends dying. The other is an introspective priest of the Divines that’s ashamed of his past history of daedric worship, which involved his friends dying. Conclusion? Erandur and Martin Septim should really hang out sometime.

Even given the extended lifespan of dark elves, it's unlikely that Erandur and Martin Septim would have been alive at the same time - but let's ignore that, and just write some beautiful, angsty, SEXYTIEMS between them - since they BOTH desperately Need A Cuddle. I kinda have a preference for Martin to be more submissive, but it doesn't really matter. Lots of cuddling and kissing and tears shed and eventual orgasm. Yup.

Thanks :D

"At the Behest of Mara" Erandur/Martin Septim 1/5

[(Anonymous)]

Summary: Mara has a task for her loyal priest, an errand of compassion that will take him far into another time, and another place.

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Erandur.

Erandur.

Erandur woke with a start, blinking in the darkness. He sat up and leaned over to the candle next to his bed, and lit it with a spark of magic. Despite the fact that it was still the middle of the night, he felt wide awake and indeed seized with a sudden restlessness. There was something he should be doing.

He couldn’t think what. Nightcaller temple was quiet, and the flickering light of the candle showed nothing out of place or unusual. Still, there was no possibility of going back to sleep, and Erandur pulled his robe on loosely around his narrow frame and stepped into his shoes before picking up the candle.

When in doubt, She would have answers.

Erandur knelt in front of Mara’s shrine, and immediately the feeling that there was something he had to do intensified. He bowed his head, strands of greying hair falling around his face, and prayed for guidance. Whatever She required of him, he would do, without hesitation.

He was needed somewhere, he felt. Somewhere far away.

Somewhere warm. Somewhere that smelled of heather, and woodsmoke. A nightbird called somewhere close and Erandur started, his eyes opening.

He wasn’t in Nightcaller temple.

It was night; the stars were out. Even though Erandur’s robe was only loosely tied around his waist, he wasn’t cold at all. Green grass brushed at his knees in a warm wind. He was standing next to a road, that wound it’s way up towards walled town at the crest of a large, flat hill. He could see torches burning near the gates.

He looked out across a moonlit countryside of woodland and green rolling hills. His eyes widened when he saw a pale white tower, gleaming in the moonlight, many leagues off.

“White Gold Tower?” he murmured to himself. That would mean he was in Cyrodil.

Mara had clearly sent him here for a purpose, and despite the fact that his robe was heavy wool and leather, and far too hot for a night like this, he made himself a bit more presentable before walking along the road to the city gates. He had no idea where he was, but surely they’d welcome a Priest of Mara.

The sleepy guards seemed surprised to see him at this late hour, but they greeted him politely enough, and opened the gates for him. Finally, a sign on shopfront told him where he was: Kvatch.

Whatever Mara wanted of him, it was probably in this city. It was a pleasant place, almost deserted at this late hour. He passed a beggar, snoring in his sleeping roll. Mara was with him, as She always was, but he felt only her remote love; She wasn’t going to hold his hand and guide him directly. It was up to him.

He wasn’t sure how much he could do before dawn, and the temple seemed the obvious place to spend the rest of the night. Accordingly, Erandur made his way to the imposing structure, still marvelling at the heat here, even at night.

He suspected everyone would be asleep at this hour, and he tried to open the doors as quietly as he could, and slip inside. He was planning on sitting on a pew to wait, and he gazed at the shrine to Akatosh down the other end of the room for a few moments. Mara would have her own shrine here, and he went to find it.

He paused when he heard footsteps, and he saw a young human in a monkish robe appear from a side door.

“Ah, I thought I heard something.” Erandur couldn’t see him clearly in the gloom, but his voice was warm. “Welcome to the Chapel of Akatosh.”

“I apologise if I woke you.”

The young priest shook his head. Erandur approached him. “I wasn’t asleep.” As he got closer he realise the young priest had a look about him that Erandur knew well; the look of someone for whom deep sleep is a distant memory.

“Nightmares?” Erandur guessed. “I understand.”

Viarmo/Altmer!DB wannabe bard - Inappropriate infatuation

[(Anonymous)]

It's been a long time since Viarmo's had any sort of love life, and he used to think that was well and fine. But now this new hopeful applicant appears on the Bards' College doorstep, and Viarmo finds his heartstrings pulled and his breeches tented and his thoughts occupied solely by the younger Altmer. But surely it's not proper to go after an apprentice...

Tormented, obsessed, lustful Viarmo is the keynote here, but beyond that, it's all up to the A!A. Is the younger Altmer completely oblivious, instantly on board, or maybe a terrible sadistic tease who enjoys seeing their superior squirm? Does Viarmo ever get what he wants? Who else notices something going on?

DB can be male or female. No major squicks apart from the usual toilet business ones. Bonus points and cake with cream on top for lots of sexual tension, especially Viarmo trying to relieve his, and smut in general.

(This prompt brought to you by my DB walking in to Viarmo's bedroom, only to be presented with a random gift of fine boots and a defensive "Doesn't mean we're engaged now or anything.")

Re: Viarmo/Altmer!DB wannabe bard - Inappropriate infatuation

[(Anonymous)]

1. I second this prompt, and damn I wish I had time to fill it myself.

2. "Doesn't mean we're engaged now or anything." I got this line from Malthyr at the Cornerclub after he gave me a beer, I laughed so hard.

Lusty Transformation!

[(Anonymous)]

When the f/Nord dragon born becomes a werewolf – instead of running off into the plains on a blood rage killing everything she runs into jorvasker and seeks out Vilkas and Farkas because as twins their scents are the same and seeks to claim them as mates.

Their wolves return the favor and seek the same claiming

Bonus: Rough Consensual Mating

Re: Lusty Transformation!

[(Anonymous)]

pleas do this

Falion/Anybody

[(Anonymous)]

C'mon guys, doesn't anybody else have it out for that sweet Redguard mage in Morthal? I mean, other than being voiced by Stephen Russell, he's also a really nice guy, who takes care of his little not-daughter thing, and cures you of vampirism! He's also clearly a Woobie, which is why he's helping out in Morthal in the first place.

And so, he needs some love, no?

Forces of Fate 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

Falion was surprised to see the Dragonborn again, but she floated right through town in her mage robes, heading straight towards the Jarl that he assumed she was here to see. At first, he had to admit, he'd been suspicious of the Dragonborn, a tiny Breton who seemed far too delicate to be a warrior. He'd wondered if she'd come to Morthal to usurp his place beside Jarl Idgrod, but then, not too long after, he understood the truth - his position was in no danger. In fact, she would likely have been bored of his life, laboring in the small town of Morthal and the swamps surrounding it. The Dragonborn was meant for bigger things.

A dragon had attacked, just outside the city. With the city guards and a few others, mostly armed with bows, he and the Dragonborn had used their magic to fell the beast. And he'd fallen in love fighting beside her. She was a natural with spellwork, her magicka seemed endless, though he knew her clothing was enchanted to help her along in that department. Falion had watched as the dragon fell, the beautiful woman absorbing the essence, her ends of her raven locks floating in the swirl of energy that marked the transfer of the dragons soul from beast to woman.

Amazing as the spectacle had been, it also made Falion realize that the Dragonborn would never, ever notice him. He was a mage in a backwater town that she simply passed through, her destiny far greater than anything he was ever born to do. So he loved her from afar, learning all he could about Mya, the Dragonborn. He'd even had to learn her name from others - she'd never told it to him.

Without realizing that his feet were taking him to Highmoon Hall, he wound up there, watching Mya from the doorway as she spoke with the Jarl and her husband. She was so animated, but nearly graceful as she moved her limbs to emphasize her words. He couldn't hear her, he was still too far away, but he could feel her voice, the way it dipped up and down melodically, like a bird song in the morning.

"Falion." Jarl Idgrod had spotted him lingering near the door, and beckoned him forward. His leaden feet reluctantly took him to where the Jarl, her husband Aslfur, and Mya stood, waiting.

"Yes, my Jarl?" Falion answered when he reached them, bowing his head slightly. Idgrod wasn't fooled and waved away his display with an impatient hand.

"The Dragonborn is requesting your assistance, but it is not for me to force the fates together. Would you like to work with her?"

Falion looked at the Jarl, her face closed and unreadable, inscrutable as always. He glanced quickly over at Mya, who was smiling at him, smiling a bright, cheerful smile obviously meant to convince him to aid her with whatever she needed. She had green eyes. He'd never noticed before. Falion swallowed hard, then nodded.

"I'd be happy to assist in whatever you need, Dragonborn." He said, speaking more to the Jarl than Mya.

"I'm glad." Mya answered, still smiling at him. "We should talk elsewhere." She said, and started walking towards the door.

When they left, Aslfur turned to his wife. "Are you sure this is right?" He asked.

"My visions never lie, though they may be vague. Falion is to be her lover, but I couldn't tell if they were married or not. In any case, it is his child she is meant to carry, but they can't do that if they aren't properly introduced."

"And if they find out you've set this up? You summoned her, suggested Falion for help with this research. They might suspect your intentions." Aslfur reminded her, his eyebrow quirked. He trusted his wife completely, but meddling in matters of the heart hardly ever went well.

"They won't." Idgrod laughed softly, closing her eyes. "He's so flustered just by being near her, he won't even remember how it all started. This is their destiny, and I simply played my part."

In Falion's cabin, he set a tankard of ale down in front of the woman, who was seated at his table, and finally returned her smile. Mya, surprised but pleased, took a drink and started talking. They had much work to do and would likely be working together for a while. No time like the present to get started.

Something to live for.

[(Anonymous)]

So the DB went to Sovngarde to defeat Alduin and was treated to what is basically Nord Heaven. After this glorious battle where they are treated like the ultimate hero they're basically forced to go back to Skyrim.
After Sovngarde, Skyrim just seems so dull and pointless. There's petty squabbling, the civil war is still raging and the Thalmor are running rampant.

I'd like to see a Dragonborn beginning to show death seeker tendencies - taking on the most dangerous kills themselves with no help, disappearing into caves for days at a time without telling anyone where they are etc - only for somebody to show them that whilst Sovngarde is great and all, Skyrim is worth living in for the meantime.

Would prefer a F!DB with any male follower except Cicero or any of the beastraces.

Squicks include bathroom stuff and fluids, anything else is fine.

F!DB/Brynjolf - 'Sorry, Lass I'm busy'

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So every time I hear Brynjolf say "I'm sorry, Lass I've got important things to do. We'll speak some other time." I kinda die inside.
And so does my DB.
Basically I want a post break-up story between a F!DB and everyone's favourite thief, full of angst, unresolved feelings and eventually a confrontation.
I would love it if Bryn broke up with her but never gave her a reason so she has all these unresolved feelings that she can't express. (Maybe he broke up with her because he's too long for her or she's too good for him, idk whatever you want.)

-Preferred DB race - Breton, but Imperials, Nords or Woodelves work fine.
-I would like to see them getting back together

Everything else is up to A!As

Re: F!DB/Brynjolf - 'Sorry, Lass I'm busy'

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded so hard! Please, someone fill this! ;u;

Tsun/M!DB. Pining for the Dovahkiin. Courtship.

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So i have a thing for Tsun, i mean come on he's huge, so hello size kink, especially when you only come up to his freaking nipples.

Not only did the Dragonborn manage to earn admittance to the Hall of valour, but after the initial feasting to celebrate Alduin's doom, he was the one who brought out a mini keg of mead for Tsun and some of the eternally roasting cattle.

And he's the first person ever to think that Tsun might need to eat, or might want some company. Sure he's an immortal guardian of the whalebone bridge, and he doesn't need food or drink, but you would think someone would have thought about it.

Plus there's the part where the Dragonborn pretty much just climbed into Tsuns lap and sank down onto that massive nord demigods manhood and proceeded to ride him like a pony.

So naturally the morning after when he has to shout the dragonborn back to Skyrim is a bummer.

And when Shor realises how miserable his gatekeeper is, well the guys bound to be due some vacation time. Like fifty years or so. Cue the huge demigod dude being shouted to Skyrim and proceeding to track down and court the Dragonborn.

Courting and smut and Tsun scaring the hell out of Bandits, who decide, no we're not going to attack this guy.

Re: Tsun/M!DB. Pining for the Dovahkiin. Courtship.

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Alduin/Dragonborn. Lets see how you like being a mortal "Dragon God."

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So the reason you don't absorb Alduin's soul? Because big daddy Akatosh yanks him up to his cosmic study in Aetherius where Alduin not only has to face daddy dearest, but Shor as well.

Shor is seriously not amused, because Sovngarde is his domain, not Alduin's all you can eat buffet. "No i don't care if you are the world eater, that only means you eat the world. Not my dead Nord warriors who've earned their afterlife."

Akatosh is not a happy bunny either and decides to let Shor get some payback before he decides to punish his eldest. This is how Alduin gets reincarnated as a mortal and is doomed to live out a seventy year span as a mortal, helping people.

Alduin can be any race but his eyes remain slitted and dragon like and he has no talent for any magic other than restoration because he cannot be trusted. Akatosh isn't going to let him off easy this time. His body also can't die until his sentence is served.

Unfortunately for the Dragonborn he ends up stuck with a grumpy mortal of race x, with the eyes of a Dovah who claims to be Alduin and demands his help. The situation isnt helped any by Paarthurnax and Odahviing laughing themselves silly and accidentally causing showers of fireballs when they find out how low Alduin has fallen.

Let the shenanigans begin.

I gotta say...

[(Anonymous)]

This prompt has so much WIN is not funny. Someone please fill this. I beg of you, A!A out there!

M!DB/Vilkas. He's everything he hates but damn it Vilkas wants him.

[(Anonymous)]

Okay so there's an issue of Green Lantern where Sinestro pretty much abducts Hal Jordan when they first meet and says "I will train you as a green lantern and we will do things like this." To which Hal just looks at him and says "Yeah that's not going to work for me."

Which leads into the whole Vilkas, "We don't fight with magic here." Line. To which my dragonborn usually quirks an eyebrow and says "Really? Are you still stuck in that first era mentality?"

Vilkas believes in the strenghth of your arm and the sharpness of your steel, M!DB believes that if an orc's rushing you, you should lob a fireball in his head and stab him in his kidneys from behind whilst he's screaming in pain.

Vilkas studies the poetic edda and is secretly a frustrated bard, M!DB studies the epics and lampoons them with satire before finishing up with a positively obscene version of the age of oppression.

Vilkas is honorable combat, M!DB will happily bury a group of bandits with a landslide if it's practical and means he doesn't end up with another scar, because frankly you can play noughts and crosses on his abdomen by now.

Vilkas believes in courting and M!DB has a string of lovers among the town guards and a few of the Whelps.

He's almost the anti-Vilkas but damn it if he doesn't make Vilkas's blood pump and his crotch tent. If they ever manage to have sex without killing each other then it would probably set Jorvaskkr on fire , it'd be that hot.

Re: M!DB/Vilkas. He's everything he hates but damn it Vilkas wants him.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my God! I want this!!