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The Dragonborn's Spouse
Date: 2014-01-06 12:40 pm (UTC)I want a backstory of their thoughts on being engaged, their wedding and domestic life with the Dragonborn.
Do they actually love the DB or did they marry him/her merely for social gain?
Do they constantly worry for their DB's well-being after dealing with such horrors as Alduin, Miraak, Harkon, the Daedric Princes and such. How do they cope with their partner's nightmares and do they try anything to ease the suffering of their loved one?
How do they cope with the long absences of their DB spouse? Do they cheat on him/her with a secret lover(s) or are unconditionally faithful to them, despite tempting offers from intervening people (who may disrespect/hate the DB)?
How do they cope with numerous attacks from their DB's enemies - Dragons, Bandits, Vampires, Cultists, Dark Brotherhood, Morag Tong, enemy soldiers, Giants, goats etc.
How do they react and cope with the death of their spouse?
How do they cope as well if a jealous past lover of theirs/Dragonborn's turns up uninvited? What if they were assaulted by them? Do they go to their DB spouse or sort it out for themselves?
Any scenario they have to put up with for their Dragonborn wife/husband.
Give me fluffy and lovey-dovey fills, angst fills, hurt & comfort fills, innocent and softcore fills, humorous and outrageous fills, steamy and hardcore fills - any genre you fancy doing.
BREAK MY HEART OR FILL MY SOUL WITH WARMING ADORATION AND AMUSEMENT!
Multifills are encouraged.
Kinks (optional) - body piercings, dirty talk, frottage (how the damn tease!), foot fetish, bondage, magic enhancing (if either one is a Mage), sensitive ears.
Squicks - necrophillia, scat, knife play, non-con (in marriage), sadism.
Have fun~
Re: The Dragonborn's Spouse
Date: 2014-01-06 11:42 pm (UTC)Re: The Dragonborn's Spouse
Date: 2014-01-07 03:52 am (UTC)Remember (minifill 1/1)
Date: 2014-01-07 09:18 pm (UTC)Kinks: none
note: this is really lame and short and was written quickly and dumbly
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“Hey, dear?” Neliel had asked Marcurio.
“Yes?” He asked back, and looked up from his book to his wife.
“Do you remember the first time we meant?” She asked with a smile.
Marcurio leaned back in his chair and thought. Did he remember the first time they had met?
Did he remember that when she walked into the Bee and Barb Inn he almost choked on his drink because of how beautiful she was? Did he remember thinking over the first thing he was going to say to her (which took five minutes plus another twenty to work up the courage, only to have to wait another twenty because she had begun talking to Talen-Jei.)
Did he remember the way her blue eyes engulfed him when he did finally walk up to her? How he felt like he would drown if he held eye contact for too long because oh my god they were unnaturally blue but Oblivion if they weren’t amazing.
Did he remember being a stuttering mess and forgetting what he was going to say (even though he repeated it over and over again in his head for nearly fifty minutes.)? Or how he lamely said “hi” and put his hand out for a handshake that must have been awkwardly stiff.
Did he remember how she just smiled and actually started the conversation, ignoring how he held on to her hand a bit longer than she did to his? Or how he continued to give crappy one worded answers that killed whatever topic they were on (even though he so desperately wanted to keep talking but just couldn’t get the words to come out)?
And did he remember being so disappointed when she stood and said she had to go on some quest to collect a bunch of Nirnroot? He defiantly knows how excited he was when she asked him if he wanted to come with, saying it might be more fun if there was someone else there to hold back mudcrabs as the other grabbed the plant and ran. And how they laughed because one of them caught Marcurio’s sword in its claws and wouldn’t let go even as it was lifted in the air. And how they sat by a fire when it got too late to go back up to the city and just decided to camp outside that night. And how they laughed over stupid stories about themselves as they looked up at the stars.
“Marcurio, do you?” Neliel asked and nudged his arm.
Blinking away the memory, Marcurio looked back up at her and shrugged.
“No, not really.”
Re: Remember (minifill 1/1)
Date: 2014-01-10 03:04 pm (UTC)Re: OP here...
Date: 2014-01-13 01:26 am (UTC)I really enjoyed this fill, A!A. I loved how you've portrayed their first meeting and personal feelings of one-and-other - even though Marcurio is being the same old arrogant but loveable arse that he is.:-)
Re: Remember (minifill 1/1)
Date: 2014-01-16 05:05 am (UTC)a!a
Date: 2014-01-21 06:29 am (UTC)Re: The Dragonborn's Spouse "Pickpocketed Heart" 1/1
Date: 2014-01-23 07:01 pm (UTC)But not this time.
They’d argued a week before—about something idiotic and silly—and she’d stormed out of Honeyside the next morning before he’d even woken. Gone to the Bee and Barb and hired that mage—the one who made her laugh and who whined constantly.
Marcurio.
Brynjolf forced himself to relax and stop grinding his teeth. At this rate he was going to break a tooth. So what if his wife had taken someone else on her travels. It was to the Mage’s College—it made sense for her to bring a mage, he reassured himself. But for her to bring the one mage who would happily bed her (well, at least the one mage who lived in their same town who wanted to bed her—he accepted that many wanted to bed his wife and often took pride in the fact that he was the one she always came home to) did not fill him with joy and rapture.
The sound of the door being unlocked roused Brynjolf from his thoughts and he lifted his gaze to meet his wife’s.
She stood there, her clothing slightly singed and her hair full of brambles and weeds, and stared at him. “I wasn’t sure that you would be here when I came home,” she admitted quietly, dropping her pack on the floor and throwing the bolt home on the front door to lock it.
Brynjolf got out of bed and slowly advanced on his wife. “I wasn’t sure you were coming home,” he replied, finally coming to a stop in front of the Dragonborn. He plucked the weeds and brambles from her curls, gently raking his fingers through her hair to free her from the worst of the snarls. Finally satisfied that he’d gotten the worst of it out, he dropped his gaze to meet hers. “You’ve been gone near a week, lass.”
She nodded, dropping her gloves onto the pack at her feet and pressing her now bare fingers to his chest. “A week too long.” She looked up, her bottle green eyes misting slightly. “I missed you, Bryn. I’m sorry that we fought,” she whispered.
Brynjolf shook his head, gathering his bride to him. When he’d married her nearly two years before, he’d admitted that he had never thought himself for marriage. Now, he couldn’t imagine his life without the petite Breton crushed to his chest. “As am I, lass. I’ve been buggered since you left.”
She sniffled, burying her head against his chest. “No more fighting?”
Brynjolf chuckled. “Not bloody likely, lass. But no more leaving me behind when we’re fighting.” She smelled of smoke and mud. “Now, as lovely as you are to me, lass, can I interest you in a wee bath?”
She hiccupped a giggle, eyes glittering with unshed tears. “What did I do to deserve you?”
Brynjolf shrugged, leaning down to pick up his bride much as he had the first time he carried her over Honeyside’s threshold. “Now, that, lass, is a mystery for the ages. I think it had something to do with pickpocketing my heart, though.”
OP
Date: 2014-01-25 12:08 am (UTC)I adore how you portrayed Brynjolf's character and the strong relationship between the two. It's all just marvellously well written of a romance with an admirable strong love.
I love the use
OP 2
Date: 2014-01-25 12:13 am (UTC)Thank you so much for writing this sweet number! Hope to come across more of your other fills~ ^^
Re: The Dragonborn's Spouse "Pickpocketed Heart" 1/1
Date: 2014-01-28 11:58 am (UTC)Re: The Dragonborn's Spouse "Pickpocketed Heart" 1/1
Date: 2014-01-31 09:14 am (UTC)Re: The Dragonborn's Spouse "Pickpocketed Heart" 1/1
Date: 2014-02-06 10:19 am (UTC)