#Hircine x reader

[captain039]

The predator grounds

Vilkas x reader

Warnings: Forced heats/ruts, gore, eventual smut, claiming, violence, AOB, Skyrim things, angst, intimacy

There’s nothing but sweet silence. You figure everyone’s either sleeping still or out and Farkas forgot to wake you up with his horrid singing. Usually the bed isn’t this cold, hell Jorrvaskr seems to be warmed everywhere even in winter, now though…

There’s a breeze over your body, wind, how in the divines is there wind inside?

“Wake up” you think you dream it the sound of Kodlaks voice echoing in your mind before it shouts again.

“WAKE UP!” You jolt upwards the sounds spilling in, your surroundings making you reach for your sword. You don’t recognise this place, no place in Skyrim has sky’s this eerie and green hued, the moon so full and big you could touch it. The wind makes you shiver, the scents on the wind make your nose scrunch. You stare at the on going forest in front of you, the eerie darkness the sounds of critters and howls. You check yourself for wounds and find none, surely you didn’t die in your sleep and Hircine has claimed you. You are healthy, were maybe.

“Arise” you freeze at the deep voice and look to the horizon on your right in the clearing. There he stands the father of beasts himself.

“Hircine” you mutter frowning as a butterfly goes by you.

“Your pack is here, join them” he gestures to the forest in front of you. Your bones begin to crack, your skin falls off to let fur come through. You break off your cry with a howl and take off into the woods. There’s warmth flooding you, the need for the hunt filling you and you chase those familiar smells of your pack. When you get there though it isn’t your pack, there’s a dead woman on the ground, her clothes are torn, her neck bitten and bleeding and the scent of an alpha on her body. You hear a laugh, evil and maniacal before a booming voice echos over the land.

“THIS IS MY REALM” you look to the sky an echoing book sounding out but nothing happening.

“Whoops” another voice echos in giggles, older and high pitched. Your body changes again the pain flaring as you end on your knees shaking and panting.

“I’m sorry my child” you hear in your mind as a searing pain hits your back. It feels like a hot metal against skin and you let out a small sob.

You take a moment to gather yourself, you’re sweating a lot, your thighs feel sticky. You crawl over to the woman wincing at the claw marks on her body. The scent of a wild alpha in rut sticking to her form. You hear soft growls behind you and turn reaching for your sword that isn’t there. You see the werewolf in front of you, dark brown fur, blue eyes a scar over the left eyebrow.

“Vilkas?” You question as he begins to change back groans leaving his lips as he kneels naked on the ground. He cries out too and you rush over to him seeing the mark on his back, a mark of Hircine. You lay a hand on his back instantly regretting it at the sharp look he gives you along with the tingling feeling going up your arm. You shudder at the intense gaze of the alpha and back away a little.

“Have you seen anyone else?” You ask covering yourself with your arms and hands awkwardly as the alpha adverts his eyes. You take a small breath, body shuddering at the scent of Vilkas, alpha in rut. Gods he smells divine.

“Just that poor soul” you say as he looks to the dead woman.

“What’s happening?” He asks and you struggle with an answer.

“I don’t know, I heard Hircine, saw him, then I was forced to change and came here saying you and the rest of the pack were here” you explain trying to keep your eyes off the naked alpha before you.

“Where’s my brother?” He mutters looking out to the never ending forest around you.

“I don’t know I woke up a few moments ago” you explain body shaking.

“Probably best” he whispers.

“Where are we?” He adds.

“I don’t know Vilkas!” You don’t mean to snap at him, but your body feels in overtime.

“It’s alright pup” he says in that ever calm voice of his and you want to punch him.

“I am not a pup, neither is any of this alright do not lie to me” you take a small breath turning away from the alpha and back to the woman. You feel bad for what you’re about to do, but she has clothes on, clothes that should fit you but probably not Vilkas. You say a small prayer before you take her shirt and pants, she still has her undergarments thankfully. You close her eyes giving a small bow of your head before you hear another howl. It isn’t familiar and it has you inching back to the safety of your shield brother. You hear footsteps and both you and Vilkas are on high alert before you spot a familiar shape. Farkas still has his clothes on apparently not being forced to shift like you or Vilkas.

“Brother!” He calls before his eyes turn to yours. The look Farkas gives you isn’t one you’re used to from him, the burning hunger, the smell of his rut.

“Stay there!” Vilkas growls, up and in front of you making you frown.

“Vilkas-“ you go to say but he hushes you quickly.

“Do not come closer, I-“ Vilkas visibly shakes, the kind of shake you give when your wolf is just under your skin. There’s a growl from Farkas not a playful growl, a challenge growl. He’s shifting quickly as is Vilkas before they’re charging at each other like bulls. It happens too quickly and you can hear the sound of claws and teeth ripping through flesh before you snap.

“STOP!” Your voice is shaky but there’s a pause between the two of them and the larger wolf backs down. Vilkas stalks back to you making sure his brother doesn’t come any closer.

“Why in the hells are you fighting!? We-“ you shiver again head spinning a little, something gushing down your thigh, That’s why they’re fighting.

“Ok, I’m- I’m gonna walk away real slow over here” you mumble pointing in a random direction before you hurry to hide behind a tree. Your minds fuzzy and it seems everything’s caught up in your brain of you being in heat. Gods help you, it’d been so easy with the supply of heat suppressant potions coming to Jorrvaskr you truely don’t remember the last heat you had. Being surrounded by mostly alphas and betas it was the safer choice, not that any of them would hurt or force themselves on you.

“Wolfling?” Vilkas calls and you shake your head despite him not being able to see you. You see something flutter by your vision and look seeing another butterfly go by and off into the forest, the same older high pitched giggle filling your ears. Divines help you.

[novasintheroom]

Tournament - Prince Vash x Reader

A hot day for a tournament. The sun beats down on the backs and necks of attendees, flies buzzing through the air, drawn to the scent of horses and sweat. Fans try to wave away the heat, but people are growing sluggish and red.

You sit under the set-up awning for the royal family and higher nobles. The fan in your hand swats at the air and insects around your face. Drops of sweat streak down your back under your dress. Not for the first time (or the fifth), you wish the tournament would end early. At least then you could return to the relative coolness of the castle.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Highness?” Meryl asks at your side. Bless her, she must notice your slowly deteriorating mood.

“Well enough,” you say. Then, leaning toward her, you whisper, “Prince Vash will make an appearance soon, correct?”

The smile she gives you has you blushing. “Eager to see our prince in action?”

You wave the fan once, twice. “More eager to get out of this heat.”

Meryl hums in agreement, fluttering her own fan for a breeze. Before you, a clattering of armor and weapons. The four combatants wail on each other mercilessly. One goes down with a kick, then the other is hit in the back, a ringing gong as they also fall. The final two warriors circle each other. The first charges, catching the other in a defensive move before throwing them down to the ground. The crowd cheers and whoops, and Millie takes off her helmet to raise it high in triumph. Sweat glistens on her brow, her hair sticking to her face where it has fallen lose of the ponytail she had it in.

You and Meryl cheer loudly for her. You especially ignore the look Nai gives you on the side. Let him disapprove. You would cheer for your new friend if you wanted.

Millie is handed a white rose, and she grins. She hurries over to the sidelines and presents it to Wolfwood, his priest regalia hot under the blazing sun. Nicholas tenses at the presentation but regains his usual smirk, tipping his head in thanks. Millie leans forward with her cheek, and Nicholas presses a quick peck to it – the usual ceremony of being chosen as a tournament victor’s man or lady.

“The prince usually picks a new girl every year to present his rose to,” Meryl comments idly, clapping as Wolfwood pins the rose to his vest. It looks good on him. “I have no doubt he’ll be presenting the rose to you this year, my lady.”

But of course. Even as your stomach clenches in nerves, you know it’s the only proper thing for a husband to do for his wife – unless he has a public mistress. Which, you think, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t…Yet, looking at all the eager young ladies both in the booth and surrounding the grounds, you can’t help but wonder. He certainly has his pick of the bunch if he chooses.

The announcer climbs to his stand again. “We will now begin the archery tournament! First, Lord Hircine of the Red Marshes!” Crowds cheer and girls titter as the first young lord stepped up, fits his bow, and fires at the targets.

So it went for the next twenty minutes. It wasn’t until the very last combatant that the announcer proclaimed: “Prince Vash, of the Kingdom of JuLai!” A ruckus of roars goes up from the attendees, and you straighten your back. Vash steps forward, waving at the crowd and smiling. He looks radiant. This is his place, his people.

A surprise comes out in the form of a horse. Your brows twitch downward. “Ah,” Meryl says, waving a hand, “his trick this year. He’s been talking about how he wants to ‘wow the crowd.’”

“Is that allowed?” You ask.

Meryl shrugs and sighs. “The prince often does what he wants. Besides, riding a horse while shooting in archery makes it harder for him, not easier, so I see no reason not to allow it.”

The crowds murmur as Vash mounts the horse, then kicks it into a trot, then a canter, then a full-blown run around the field. With his bow, he draws back, and fires at the first target. Bullseye. He fires at the second and hits the middle again. People cheer and clap their hands, whooping at Vash as he goes by.

Then, he does something dangerous. He takes his leg over the saddle and rides on the side of the horse, pulling back the short bow and firing a trick shot into the air. Amazing how it lands perfectly centered in the target. He does this again, and again, switching sides on the horse with acrobatic precision when a target gets close. The crowds lose their minds. Even the other combatants shout encouragement at the prince, awed by both his archery and horse-riding skills combined.

You can’t help but stand to watch, leaning against the railing and watching this man, your husband, ride by. The grin on your cheeks hurts. Vash sees you and throws you a salute and grin, even slowing the horse down to blow a quick kiss at you. Cheeky, you think. With a thwack, the final arrow hits the last target. You and Meryl clap vigorously with the people, cheering the show on, even calling out encores.

Vash finishes with a deft dismount in front of the announcer. He gives a low bow to the crowd, who continue to yell and scream out his name. The announcer pats the prince on the back, murmuring something to him. Vash laughs. Taking the prince’s hand, the announcer raises it and says, “With an amazing score of twenty out of twenty targets hit in the center, I pronounce Prince Vash of the kingdom of JuLai this year’s archery winner!”

Everyone cheers. The only person who stays in his seat is Nai, who only claps. Vash is presented with the white rose of a victor, and your stomach clenches in nerves again. He looks around at the crowd, the girls lining the fence and waving him over with kerchiefs and hands. But his gaze lands on you, still standing on the low stage for royalty. His smile is warm, and he trots over to the fence, vaulting it and coming to a stop just a few inches below you.

He hands you the white rose. It is beautiful, and simple, and smells lovely. You give him your shyest smile. Vash grins, and tilts his face, tapping his cheek. Cheeky, you think again, and a rush of defiance overcomes you. You take hold of his chin and press your lips quickly to his – just quick enough to catch him off-guard.

Not quickly enough, though - he still manages to press his lips back, automatic and eager, even if he doesn't realize it. The crowd oohs and cheers. You break the kiss and turn before you can look at him too long; even the girls laugh at the look of shock on their prince’s face.

You head back and sit down in your chair. Vash is still leaning over the railing, eyes wide and cheeks red. You raise your brows. What are you waiting for? Go on. When he doesn't move, Nai clears his throat loudly. Vash shakes himself after a moment and gives you his own shy smile. It turns into a full-blown grin as he turns and shakes his hands in the air for the crowd. They cheer and wave back and call out to him as he makes his way out of the tournament grounds.

Meryl leans over. “Well, now you’ve done it. The crowd will expect that every year from now on.”

Your brows raise again. “Is that not customary here?”

“To kiss your husband publicly? No.” She smiles. “But it may become customary now!”

You feel your own blush crawl up your cheeks. You didn’t expect to break custom with that one action; you just wanted to humble Vash a bit. Nai is full-on glaring at you now. But you hold your head high, taking the scrutinizing gaze of your new people with dignity. You even see a few people shyly kiss their significant other on the lips as they trail away from the fences.

Carefully, you pin the rose to your bodice, right above your heart, and think about your second kiss with your husband. His lips were soft, a bit chapped.  You had a long way to go before you did that again. But it still felt nice to break from tradition for a moment.

[the-broken-truth]

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[bitkahuna]

possible we can get a excerpt from the Cicero x reader? dk if you have like a patreon or kofi where you post early stuff, so I figured I’d just ask

So sorry, I didn’t see this for like a week! I don’t have anything like that, I’m not sure anyone would be interested. But yea, here’s a few paragraphs from the beginning.

The Dragonborn had never been particularly religious. Religion, as she had learned, was flexible and complex. But she wouldn’t realize just how intricate and unknown it really was until she absorbed Alduin’s soul.

Taking his soul changed her.

It changed everything.

Sovngarde could no longer house her, and she let out a yelp as she was flung somewhere else.

It was pitch black, but a penetrable black. An empty black. That’s when she realized the blackness wasn't true darkness. Rather, it was empty and mailable.

The sky took to sunrise and where she walked, there was grass. It was soft. But that's all there was. Perpetual sunrise and grass. She looked around and found herself unnerved at endless plane. So she changed it again. Mountains took hold, rising from the ground as other parts dipped into itself and created lakes. Trees grew and some mix of forest and tropics grew around her. Birds and deer arrived. A cool pool of water dipped before her and a waterfall rose beside it.

She began relaxing enough to take off her armor, starting with the restrictions on her arms and legs. She always uncovered vital areas last.

Then, a deer died.

The Dragonborn's head whipped around to find an arrow pushing through the neck of a stag. She was more curious than angry as she charged toward and then past it, where the plants grew thicker. But it only took a few steps before she realized her mistake. She turned once more and realize she was now the one being chased and the stag had been a lure.

Four thundering paws hit the ground and a low growl sent fear up her spine. She pulled out her sword and held it defensively as a large wolf tackled her. The Dragonborn landed on her back and kept the sword in position, where it now was up against the throat of the beast.

There were two sets of snarling teeth and countless fangs. While those teeth remained, the rest of the beast began to change. Fur receded and flesh tanned. Some of it was disturbing to see, but it seemed painless as the beast took the form of a man with an all too-wild look in his eyes.

Her fear dropped and she let out a stale laugh. Her sword set aside. He was familiar, but she was used to him covering his head with the skull of a stag rather than wild curls that came to his collarbones.

"Hircine."

[ridingtorohan]

𓇻 ft. aela the huntress x werewolf gn reader 𓇻 content. graphic murder and werewolf transformation, gore. 𓇻 summary. after being inducted into the Inner Circle and blessed with the werewolf curse, Aela comes forward to request your help with hunting some members of the Silver Hand. 𓇻 extra. crossposted to dA + ao3. this one was written in 2015 and unedited. descriptors like e/c were used so feel free to use the custom reader insert tool. 𓇻 enjoy! feel free to like, share, reblog or send in asks!

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You jostle yourself awake when you hear the door creak open. Your muscles twitch tightly in alarm, before a familiar scent calms you. Pine needles, sweat, and feathers from arrows seem to be Aela's trademark scent, only all the more prominent the day you tasted her blood on your lips - a fierce stab of bitterness that you'd never have guessed. She stands in the doorway, staring into the room, scowl prominent on her face. Ria and Njada were sleeping already, Torvan was snoring away, whereas Athis watched from the safety from his bed.

"(y/n)," Aela says, voice scratchy from trying to be so quiet. Usually she was loud and rambunctious, ever throwing taunts and offering to brawl with you, not caring if one of you got hurt. She had only started acting this way when she gave you the werewolf blood, because she knew you could handle it.

You say nothing to the Dark Elf as you get up from your bed, knowing he is watching and may or may not tell Kodlak later, depending on if it suited him. You dress quietly into your armour, only looking up after you tie your boots, only to notice she is gone. It makes no difference; you can always follow her scent trail - fresh and enticing, always setting your blood roaring when you were near her. You would have been able to locate her blindfolded.

The cool night air presses against you, cooling your warm body. Ever since you were given the wolfblood, your body heat was remarkably high - which wasn't so great when you had to wear heavy armour and thick clothes to persuade the other companions not of the Circle that you were very much affected by the cold.

You pass through the streets of Whiterun, nodding at the night guards patrolling, who seem to recognize you and utter a simple and curt, "Companion," as a way of a greeting.

You spot Aela beside the well, arms crossed and looking almost like an indistinguishable shadow, although you would never have doubted it is her.

The guards let you two pass through the gates; the walls are too high for you to climb over them, even when transformed, and with these guards around, you do not risk it. You aren't particularly fond of accidentally killing innocents either, when your bloodlust controlled you - or at least, not anyone that you knew.

Aela is quiet as you both trek down the pathway and beneath the archways that guard the entrance to Whiterun; it is only after you two pass the stables that she rounds on you, eyes remarkably bright in the starlight. "Can you feel it calling, [sibling]?" she smirks, fingers noticeably twitching.

"I have followed you, haven't I?" you respond, cocking your head in an arrogant way. She bares you her teeth, but you recognize it as a more primitive smile. She turns away from you and breaths in the air, her breath puffing out in front of her when she exhales. You blatantly stare at her, waiting for her to respond.

“The wolfblood cannot be controlled,” she says, finally, voice rising despite the fact that this requires high levels of secrecy. But a quick sniff of the air lets you know that you are alone with her, even though you are both standing beside the road, just upwind of Whiterun Stables. “Some nights, Hircine calls us to hunt for him. Vilkas and Farkas ignore this,” she continues, sounding remarkably upset with them. “Skjor and I are the only ones who accept this.” She eyes you out of the corner of her eye, her expression unreadable. “Then you came along. You take to the wolfblood remarkably well.” There is praise in her voice, and it takes you a moment to realize that you are leaning in towards her. “Will you run with me tonight, (y/n)?”

“Of course.”

She flashes you a triumphant look, arrogance and pride flashing through her emerald eyes. “Good,” she says, mouth twitching into a slight smirk. “Come with me; the road is far too open a place,” she frowns then, eyes darkening. Without so much as another word, she saunters off, feet stepping silently across the stones with practiced ease, starlight glinting off of her auburn hair. There is no moon tonight - not that either of you need it to see.

“Why didn’t we transform in the Underforge?” you dare ask.

She doesn’t spare you a glance over her shoulder when she responds, “It would have drawn too much attention.” She doesn’t elaborate, and you suppose that is alright.

It takes far too much time to get to a shielded area, with trees lining the sky and shadowing your steps. You only have so much time left, you know. Something inside of you feels more at ease, beneath the shelter of the tree tops, an insatiable hunger gnawing at you. “Aela,” you try, but she has already stopped, face pointed towards the tree tops, shoulders hunched. She knows.

“You can hear him call to us,” is all she says. She strips herself of her armour, underclothes doing little to stop your mind from wandering. The pieces of cloth are dumped unceremoniously onto the ground with a soft whump. “We will bring him glory, [sibling].”

She looks over her tanned shoulder at you, her eyes glinting an inhumane yellow. She does not cry out in pain; she only folds herself backwards with an echo of bones snapping, vertabrae making themselves visible along her spine. She falls forward, russet hair draped along her front this time.

All you see is her backside; her body visibly breaks out into a sweat, shivers overtaking her form. The crackling of bones that once sounded sickening are deafening loud on your heightened ears. Gore is what meets your eyes next as she sheds her human skin; it is enchanting to watch, no matter how sickening it is to see. You turn away when she looks like some form of twisted monster.

You have to shed your own clothes; you are stark naked, the air of Skyrim breezing through your hair and over your shoulders and in other nameless places. You pull on that instinct that is roaring fiercely in you; when nothing happens, you think of asking Aela -- even though she is underway of her own transformation and isn’t likely to understand you at the moment -- when your knees snap backwards and you fall forward, ankles twisting before reverting back then twisting again.

You let out a shrill noise of anguish, because nothing could ever describe the pain that is transforming. You muscles are constantly contracting and relaxing, knuckles popping and moving in a jarring sensation. Your stomach empties itself, contractions fiercely stabbing through your body. You’ve only had a few transformations that you could count on one hand, and it never gets any easier for you, no matter how smooth Aela or Skjor tell you it is.

Whatever noise you are making is cut off when your vocal cords shred themselves, blood convulsing past lips that are no longer your own. The pain almost blacks you out, the darkness would have been comforting.

Hircine is not a merciful Daedric lord, however; you are aware of every sensation that tears through you, although it all blurs together in blacks and reds. You are not aware of what happens for the rest of the duration, but the next moment you are aware and conscious of what is happening, you are still hunched over, long limbs in your vision.

Aela has never been one for comforting, but a soft growl still meets your keen ears, (y/n)? You shift your weight backwards onto your haunches and hindlegs, strong muscles rippling beneath your skin.

Blood and human skin litters the ground - your sharp nose detects it both easily. Your long fingers grapple at the ground, digging through the soil that once felt hard underfoot that so easily tore now. You pivot unsurely, awkward and gangly as you peer over at her.

Aela? you ask. Her green-yellow eyes glint at you, even through the darkness. Recognition floods through you. Aela.

The wolfblood was always hard to control at first; but recognition had flooded through you faster than when you had transformed with Skjor. Your muscles twitch, remaining in your hunched position as your trot over, snout poking at her shoulder.

Aela, Aela, Aela, Aela, you repeat, sounds vibrating through your throat with each jab of your snout at her shoulder. She does not retaliate; she only watches you with keen eyes. If you had ever thought she was beautiful as a human - which you have thought many times before, admittedly - you thought she was stunning now. She was in her element, tall and lanky, reeking of power and bloodlust. She was more confident in this body than she ever was as a mortal. Your wolfblood keeps thinking alpha, alpha, and your conscious self felt inclined to agree.

[Sibling], is her response, and she tips her muzzle briefly to your own, ears flickering. You do not speak to each other in the sense that you would as mortals - you growled out sounds at each other, words and meanings heard beneath each grunt and whine. It was a language just between you two. An intimacy that you loved to share with her.

We honor Hircine tonight, she reminds you, when she catches your eyes wandering. We will tear a group of Silver Hands asunder, her lips peel back in a feral grin. You return the gesture. In a fortnight, I will help you attack another; Skjor will go ahead of us. Do you understand? She has spoken to you of this mission a couple times before, but now was not the time to worry about it.

Hunt, hunt, kill, kill, comes the simplist mind of the wolfblood, demanding sacrifice. You would never deny Aela though, so you give a jagged nod of your head. Let us taste their blood on our tongues, and smell the fear from their bodies, then, comes a jagged noise that would have amounted to a wolfish laugh.

She turns tail and lopes off, picking up speed as she went along. You chase after her, easily catching up to her, the unfamiliarity of running on four limbs almost causes you to stumble, but you catch yourself numerous times. The wind whips across your [h/c] fur, the chitters of the flying owls and clacks of nearby mudcrabs whistling in your ears. Freedom tastes sweet on your tongue, face turned toward the sky as you run with her, both of you free.

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There they are, cowering like cravens, Aela sneers, hunching over the encampment of the Silver Hands. There are only five of them; young blood by the smell of it, with one older. It is likely that they are new recruits with the older man teaching them the warning signs of the lycanthrope. Hah! Do they not know of us here? Are they really so ignorant? [Sibling], shall we go and give them a greeting? She turns to you, eyes not wavering from your face.

Yes, you grunt, blinking slowly at the few mortals; only a few of them were awake. They would be easy prey. Yes; let us hunt them, Aela. You tense your muscles along your haunches, coiling your muscles and leaning forward. Your steps are light as you tear down the slope, giving out a warning howl.

The Nords jostle themselves, raising cries of alarm and surprise. You jaws are parted; their fear tastes like victory in your mouth, and it is easy to tear through their flesh, blood tasting like copper running through your jaws and past your teeth. It is satisfying, seeing the young Nord’s eyes go bright with feverish fear and an instinct for survival, a pleasing crunch of bones meeting your ears as you grip his forearm tighter and wrench backwards. His muscles spread apart like sinew, and the shrieks that wrench from his lips are delicious. If the three others were slumbering before, they were surely awake now as your victim screamed.

It is easy for the wolfblood to grow tired, though. You tear through his jugular and take sick pleasure in seeing his blood pulse outwards, matting your fur and blood spraying across your muzzle.

Aela is already on her next victim, gnawing on his ear in a teasing way before she sprints away, leaving a raspy survivor in her wake. She pivots on her sharp-toed feet and slashes her persuer across the face, claws marking his face like a grave. He instinctively drops his weapon and raises his hands to his face, a guttural cry of surprise rising. She lunges forward and wrenches his ribcage open, gore spreading across the ground in a matter of seconds. He is dead within minutes.

The remaining two try to make a run for it. You give chase, jaws snapping at their heels as they scampered away like scared deer. The eldest of the group suddenly turns and brandishes a blade, sinking it into your shoulder and wrenching a surprised howl from your maw. How dare he!

The silver burns like liquid fire through your veins. You growl at him, springing backwards in high leaps, blood pulsing from the wound, heat flashing through you.

How dare you, you growl out, furious and ferocious all in one heartbeat. You lunge towards him and snap at the hand that bears the blade, snapping it in a quick twist of your jaws. He gives a half-hearted jerk, although there isn’t much of a surprised scent coming from him. The blade catches the corner of your lips, a red hot fire bleeding through you.

He will pay. They will all pay for hunting down your kind.

You tear into his face, blood blinding you; hot and sticky dampening your face further before you retreat. A quick snapping sound resonates through the clearing, and you pivot, [e/c] eyes blinking in surprise at the sight of another Silver Hand going limp, eyes rolling into the back of her head.

Aela stands tall behind her, hand clenching from where the other’s neck was moments before. The Silver Hand had held a silver dagger, dangerously close to where you were, blinded and incapitated. She would have killed you if Aela hadn’t been there.

Thank you, you say, more of a breath than actual sounds or words. Aela tilts her head, before she turns. You both leave the bodies, trekking through the forest. The smell of gore is still fresh in your mind, although that could also be due to the fact that it was smattered across your maw and between your eyes.

Aela is always a few strides ahead of you. You do not demand to stride beside her. Protect the alpha, is what your blood sings of.

The wolfblood is what made you mercilessly kill the Silver Hand, you know. Or at least you hope so. It is what comforts you when you think of what Aela asks of you, at least.

The wolfblood is also what whispers to you - things that you think you wouldn’t otherwise think of the Huntress. Protect, is what is echoing, deep in your flesh and bones. The instinct is not unwelcome; it gives you strength, the power to be brave and courageous and every bit of the Companion that Aela seems to think you are.

You nearly bump into her, so deep in your thoughts you are. Aela? comes your whine. She says nothing, only lopes forward again and splashes into the river that you recognize as the one that tears into the earth beside Whiterun.

There isn’t much cover nearby, but at least it is close to where you two transformed. She sinks beneath the shallows, or at least, as much as she can. She has no shame in rolling over to get her back, and as soon as she deems herself clean enough of the gore that had once stained her fur, she instructs you to wash off as well.

You emerge soaking wet, fur matted close to your body. Aela gives a sharp bark of laughter at the sight of you, even though her russet coat isn’t much better.

The sun will rise soon, she explains as she moves again, silent as ever. You pad alongside her, tail brushing against the undergrowth as you let out soft huffs of air. The other Companions will suspect something if we are not back soon. Especially Athis, you respond, thinking of how the Dark Elf watched you leave. She looks over at you, making a quizzical sound but does not otherwise question you.

When you arrive at the site of where you transformed, you both simply stand quietly. Aela quickly becomes restless and moves around the clearing, simply enjoying the last bit of freedom she has before she transforms.

You like being a werewolf, you observe.

Yes, she responds without looking at you. Her gait quickers before it stops altogether, and she turns her snout towards you. There is no worry of how others will react to what I say or do. I am my own person. I own everything; nobody can hold me back. I am free. You decide you have nothing to say to that, so instead you return to watching her pace.

You do not know how much time has passed before she suddenly stops and looks at you, an amused glint in her eyes. You are always watching me, [sibling]. Am I? I haven’t noticed, you reply wryly, offering a quick session of barked laughter. ..It is hard not to.

She hesitates, eyes keenly watching you. You are interested in me, she says boldly, although with a very confused accent underneath.

You are an interesting person, you confirm, although you know that is not what she meant. Her ears fold and she bares her teeth. She trots forward, a warning growl ripping from her throat.

Your ears fold and you tuck your head quickly, wolf instinct whispering harshly, alpha, alpha. You are tired of it telling you what to do, what to think of her. You never let yourself be subjected to your more primal nature; it tells you to rebel and challenge her, even though it remembers her as alpha. You wish to be her equal, in more ways than one. She has always called you [sibling], or even, once with a sneer, ‘pup’. Aela is an enigma; power in her movements and grace in her steps. She is mistress only to Hircine, daughter of the wild. She is untameable, untouchable, unreachable. These intimate night strolls with her is all you have to seeing her carefree gestures, the only time you listen to her howl freely and without care. Subconsciously, you had been watching her - judging her movements, watching her reactions. The primal instincts first saw her as a challenge, a rival for prey and territory, but now it saw her beyond the folds and safety of the pack. She has since achieved the title of ‘alpha’ - surpassing even Kodlak. She was the only one you answered to.

She was the one who had given you the wolfblood; she was the one whose blood coursed in your veins. She was always there, scent thick and choking, something that you reveled in. As your forebear, she was more intimate with you than anyone else could be.

Aela, you say, and this time she flickers her ears. This time she listens to you. She tilts her head, eyes narrowing. Aela, Aela, Aela, you say, her name rolling through your throat and past your lips. You are dizzy with the sensation of knowing that only Skjor and you have the privilege of hunting with her. Of being with her. You are the only one who I could be interested in.

She offers a wolfish grin, and lopes a bit closer to you before bumping muzzles with you. I am inclined to agree, [sibling]. She does not elaborate, and while your blood hums with the knowledge that what she’s just said implies means that she feels the same doesn’t necessarily mean that it’s carved in stone.

Tonight, you are alive. Tonight, all you want to do is live with her, in this moment where you are eternal beings and only the moon is your witness.

I am glad to hear that, Aela, you rumble back. Taking the initiative, you continue, There is still some moonlight left; do you want to walk with me, still?

She laughs, ears folding and lips peeling back in a grin. There is nothing that requires my assistance. Let us go.

The night welcomes you like lost lovers, your blood roaring to know that you are safe with Aela by your side. There is nothing that could stop you; just the inner wolf roaring and making you twine beside each other as you pace the earth.

For now, all is well.

[madamefluffnstuff]

An Unusual Request

Fandom: Elder Scrolls Online

Pairing: Prince Irnskar x Princess/Jarl Svana. Helpful friend Fem!Vestige.

Rating: T

Warning(s): Mentions of Pregnancy, Young Pregnancy (they are over 18 years of age and thus legal adults, but they're still Young Adults. And still a lil' foolish), unplanned/surprise pregnancy, thoughts of adoption, etc. Slight Spoilers for the Greymoor DLC if you squint.

Words: 1,512

AN: Delving a little deeper into my Brenda Steel-heart's lore and lemme tell you there's enough drama sometimes to rival a soap opera XD Special thanks to my friend @hircines-hunter for being my proof-reader and putting up with my silly ideas <3

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"Lyris, my dear friend! Good to see you!"

Lyris Titanborn wrapped her arms around her dear companion and comrade, Brenda Steel-Heart. The Nord warmaidens shared a brief but amicable hug, showing just how long it had been since they last saw each other.

"It's good to see you too, Vestige," Lyris said, equally happy to see her old battle friend.

"I came as fast as I could. You said there was a "situation"", Brenda's voice had genuine concern as she questioned her friend. "Has something happened?"

The taller Nord made a face and rubbed the back of her neck. "Well, that's... putting it plainly. Probably shouldn't discuss it here, though."

Brenda raised an eyebrow. "Lyris", she lowered her voice, "What's going on?"

"...maybe you should see for yourself."

~*~

"Arrow," Prince Irnskar greeted Brenda with her old nickname. "I'm pleased to see you arrived safely."

Immediately she knew something was off: the Prince's speech was overly formal and stiff, which wouldn't be unusual if they weren't already long past proper formalities. On top of that, Jarl Svana, normally loud and boisterous and barking orders, was hanging behind near the throne. And she was unusually quiet. Brenda saw the slightest bit of a worry crease on the young Jarl's forehead.

Her gaze went back and forth between the two royals, blinking each time she changed focus points. The silence was deafening. And painfully awkward.

"...I'd like to think I know you two well enough to know this-" Brenda made a small gesture in their direction, "-is not normal."

Irnskar and Svana quickly glanced at each other. The Princess shifted her feet. The Prince cleared his throat. The growing tension was becoming more and more apparent.

"And where is your Thane, Svana? I haven't seen- Wait, where is your Court!?" Brenda was appalled. Lyris' eyes widened and her palm struck her forehead as she groaned. How could the Jarl be so foolish? Both she and Brenda knew Svana was young and somewhat inexperienced, but this was reckless even for her.

"I gave them the afternoon off," Svana quickly answered. "They're coming back this evening."

"Svana I don't care what your reasoning is, you cannot just dismiss your entire Court! What were you thinking!?"

"Stendar preserve us," Lyris pinched the bridge of her nose.

Irnskar hastily interrupted, "We thought it would be better to tell you privately!"

"Tell me what? No- wait-" Brenda threw her hands up in exasperation. "You wanted to see me, you said it was urgent, and I'm here now. What in Oblivion is going on!?"

Just as Irnskar opened his mouth, Svana blurted out-

"W-We're pregnant!"

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Jarl Svana took a deep breath as she drank the tea Brenda made. A battle-hardened warrior she may be, but the Nord lady knew very intimately the benefits of a hot cup of tea. And she knew the young Jarl needed one now.

"Now, Svana," Brenda's voice was much more patient from before. "You and Irnskar are... expecting?"

She nodded, "Yes."

"Are you certain?"

Lyris spoke up from her position guarding the bedroom door, "She's showing some classic signs. Sounded like a sick horker the other morning."

Against his better judgment, Prince Irnskar snickered at Lyris' choice of words, which prompted Svana to elbow him in the ribs.

Brenda, choosing not to dignify that remark with a response, slowly breathed through her nose and cleared her throat.

"Yes. Well. Have you spoken to Joruun yet? Either of you?"

The two younger Nords looked at each other, then turned to face their friend and shook their heads. Brenda leaned forward in her chair and folded her hands.

"I'm going to be... tactfully blunt with you. You will not be able to keep this from your father for very long."

"I know. We know," Irnskar sighed. The slightest hint of defeat tinted his voice.

Svana was looking more and more anxious as the conversation went on. Her fingers wrapped around her cup, constantly fidgeting, turning it in her hands and looking down. This did not go unnoticed by Brenda.

The more experienced Nord sighed. "All right. What do you want me to do? No- ...what do you need me to do? That I can do right now."

Inrkskar answered first, "For starters, we need you to not tell my father for now."

Svana nodded. "We will worry about telling him. We just... need to figure out how. But we'll take care of that."

Brenda slowly nodded back at them. "All right. That makes sense. It would be better if Jorunn heard it from you two, anyway." She was impressed with how much planning they put into this.

"Now, what we want you to do," Prince Irnskar reached over and gently held Svana's hand. "We want you to adopt our child."

Both Brenda and Lyris' heads snapped up at the request. "What?"

"Svana and I have talked it over. We know my father wouldn't approve since our child was conceived out of wedlock. And there's no one else we'd trust with something like this, Arrow."

"I'm pretty sure the Skald King would have little to no room to talk," Brenda interjected bluntly. "I know he had you young, and he never talks about your mother. I'm inclined to believe it's entirely possible you were also conceived out of wedlock, Prince."

Lyris managed to turn her laugh into a cough at the last possible moment, while Svana’s face went back and forth between looking absolutely stunned and highly amused.

Irnskar shrugged. "The possibility has crossed my mind, I must admit. But- that's for another day."

Svana added, "I know we're asking a lot of you. You're the hero of Solitude, after all. But..." Her fingers tightened their grip on the Prince's hand. "I still have to help rebuild the city. And Irnskar hasn't been formally crowned yet- I have. It would be improper for us to get married right now."

Brenda hummed as she let Svana's words sink in. Old traditions die hard, and she probably picked that idea up from Svargrim and Gerhyld. Even though they were technically adults- she in her nineteenth winter and Irnskar in his twenty-first - they were still young. Inexperienced.

It was incredibly mature and responsible for them to reach out to her, Brenda realized.

But in all honesty, could she do any better at raising a child? Or worse? She was a battle-hardened soldier; a Hero to some, a savior to others. An absolute nightmare to those who crossed her. She had seen some horrors she hoped these two would never even imagine, let alone experience.

"I... I would have to think on it. Not that I'm not flattered, I'm- very honored you asked me!" Brenda quickly tried to soften the blow. "Just... did not see that coming."

Svana laughed at Brenda's flustered response. "It's quite alright, Hero. Irnskar and I understand. And like I said, it's a lot to ask of you. If you need some time to think it over, feel free."

~*~

"So... Are you going to do it? Take in the kid, I mean?"

Brenda sighed. "Naryu it hasn't even been twenty minutes since I got back." She loudly guzzled a swig of her stout.

The dainty Dunmer woman, currently lolling on the inn room couch, rested her chin on her arms. Her cheek pushed up a bit when she fully relaxed. "Yes, and you've been staring into your mug ever since. One might think it's a tragic love letter."

"Shor's Bones, woman! I just... I'm still trying to sort out what happened. People ask me for favors all the time... I never thought someone would ask me a favor like this."

"Why not? You're already a role model, being the Hero of the Pact and all," Naryu pointed out.

Brenda gave her a bemused, level look. "The Hero of the Pact who happens to be spoken for by a Dark Elf. A Dark Elf assassin, might I add."

"Never said you were a great role model, love."

A tired, heavy sigh took nearly all the air out of Brenda's chest. "In all honesty... Divines grant me patience," she muttered as she rubbed her eyes, "I probably will. Kid didn't ask for this... I couldn't be any worse than Svana and Irnskar. Maybe this is a sign I should take a break from adventuring." As if on cue, an old sword wound on her hip started to ache.

Her Darling wordlessly shifted positions, giving Brenda a chance to speak her thoughts. Another sip of stout.

"I assure you I'm not drunk. Yet. I'm simply trying to..."

"In a bit of shock?"

"...Yes. Very much. Does it still count as a bastard child when one parent is about to be crowned? Like will be soon?"

"Yes. Yes it does," Naryu stifled a chuckle. "Though, I have a question for you now, dear; there's a Temple to the Divines in Solitude, right?"

Brenda thought for a moment. "Aye, I believe so. Why?"

"Couldn't Svana and Irnskar just go to the Temple with Mara's shrine to get hitched? Deal with a royal wedding later?"

[philistiniphagottini]

Heya, I found you on ao3 via your elderscrolls stuff! It's really good!! May I request a Hircine x reader? Fluff or smut is fine! Maybe the reader is smol werewolf and Hircine feels the desire to protect 🥺

Thank you! I hope this will do

In your defense, the Wamassu had looked a lot smaller from a distance. But the bigger they are the harder they fell. The challenge didn’t deter you. You’d be the talk among your pack if you could successfully hunt such a fierce creature all by yourself. You were strong, you could take it.

Electricity crackled through the air, making every hair on your werewolf body stand up from the feeling. You rolled through murky swamp water, dodging the jaws of the large reptile as it tried to crush your skull between its teeth. It had an advantage in the swamp, scales shimmering with water as it slid around on its belly, using its legs to propel itself towards you. All the swamp water did for you was mat your fur and sank in between your toes.

The odds weren’t in your favour but you refused to give up as you circled around the lizard, looking for an opportunity to strike at its exposed flank. Adrenaline pumped through your veins; your yellow eyes wild as your animalistic side controlled your movements. You were a proud werewolf, you were not about to be beaten by a stupid, overgrown lizard.

The Wamassu hissed as its tail cracked in the air like a whip, the spiked tail gouging out holes in the dirt. Saliva dripped from its maw as it snapped its jaws, razor sharp teeth glinting in the light. You swiped at its legs, hoping to knock it off balance and deliver a fatal blow. You weren’t expecting it to throw its entire body weight to one side and slam its hip against you.

You howled in pain, the blow sending you reeling back. The force had been so strong it knocked you out of your transformation, completely draining the last of your energy. You flailed around in the mud, trying to find purchase and claw your way out. Your eyes widened as the Wamassu roared, the ground trembling as it raced towards you. As a helpless human, you wouldn’t be able to survive another blow from a creature thrice your size. You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for your impending death to crush you. You winced when you heard a sickening crunch of bones being snapped but you felt no pain.  

Everything suddenly fell eerily silent. Your ears were ringing from the deafening silence and you peeled your hands away from your eyes and dared to take a look. You gasped sharply at what you saw. The Wamassu lay motionless at your feet. You scrambled to your feet, standing up on shaky legs. You took a cautious step forward, foot gently tapping its limp head before you scurried back. No response. Dead. Your brow furrowed in confusion; your breathing shaky as your heart continued to pound in your ears from your near-death experience. What killed it?

You squealed as something grabbed you by the back of your neck and hauled you up into the air. You struggled but stopped when you came face to face with your mystery assailant. A tall man stood before you, the skull of a deer covering his face and obscuring his features. But you could still see his golden eyes staring at you through the mask. You swallowed thickly, immediately recognising the imposing figure.

"Hircine" you mumbled. 

He had picked you up by the scruff of your clothes, letting your feet dangle in the air as you flailed in his grip. He was like a mother, picking up its wriggling child by the scruff of the neck. His eyes narrowed, pupils turning into thin pin pricks as his stare drenched your body with a cold sweat.

"What did I tell you?"

His gruff voice made your spine curl as chills raced down your back. You licked your lips timidly as you avoided his stare.

"Not to stray from the pack" you supplied.

"And what did you do?"

"I strayed from the pack" you replied meekly. 

He let out a loud huff of air as he snorted. The Daedric Prince released you from his grip, letting you drop to the ground. You land flat on your backside with a dull thud, murky water splashing over your skin. The only thing that hurt was the blow to your pride. He crossed his arms over his broad chest as he continued to make you uncomfortable with just a simple stare.

He was your pack master yet you had disobeyed him and wandered off on your own. Surprisingly, he wasn’t mad with you. You were only young and he had expected this kind of behaviour. Recently turned werewolves thought they could take on anything once the thrill of the hunt started to cloud their senses and they had a tendency to be reckless. As leader it was his job to make sure all members of his pack were protected and ready should he call on them to hunt.

You didn’t realise that the Daedra had been keeping a more vigilant eye on you. You were a lot smaller than he was. Well, everyone was. He was a Daedric Prince. But he thought you were a lot smaller than the rest of the pack and he felt a desire to protect you. He was far too proud to ever admit that the moment he noticed you had wandered off; worry had drenched his entire being. He was lucky he got to you before that Wamassu had crushed you.

You grunted softly as you picked yourself out of the mud, flicking bits of it off your skin and wiping the dirt from your brow. Your body was aching all over from your scrap with the giant lizard. You must have looked like a miserable sight standing next to the proud Daedric Prince. You looked back at the dead Wamassu, placing your hands on your hips as you rolled your shoulders.

"I could have taken it" you boasted.

You stare at Hircine's mask, his soulless gaze piercing right through you. He didn’t have to utter a single word to call you out on your lie. A shiver wracks your spine and you deflate, losing all of your gusto in an instance.

"Okay. Maybe I bit off more than I could chew" you admitted.

You flinched as he placed his large hand on the top of your head. He gently ruffled your hair, fingers tickling your scalp. He didn’t need to berate you. It was clear you had realised your mistake.

"You're still just a pup. You'll learn."

You smiled up at him. You didn’t realise he had taken such a shine to you. Your opinion changed rather quickly as you winced when he pulled your hair.

"But disobey me again, mortal, and you’ll regret it."

Well, he may have been a fair Daedric Prince but he wasn’t exactly benevolent.

[mmmairon]

busting out the old genshin oc to draw an oc x diluc scene that only exists in my head #selfcare

[cutelittlevamp]

Horrortober Day 8 - Lesson

Somehow I'm kinda proud that I'm still posting. Well, nevermind

Today another The Elder Scrolls Character^^

The daedric prince of the hunt, Hircine x Hunter!Reader

It was kinda interesting to write for him

Horrortober Challenge by @yandere-sins and @pastelbirb ^^

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➤ Day 8: Lesson “Seems like you need to be taught a lesson.”  |  Try a new drawing style / another drawing style from the one you use the most often.

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You had always been a hunter just like your parents.

Your father had taught you how to use a bow at a very young age and, of course, you also knew what to do with your prey once you had killed it.

There was a thing your parents didn’t teach you though:

What to do when you were the prey?

You had noticed the paw prints in the forest - wolf like, but too big for an ordinary wolf - and knew that you should change your hunting grounds. It was strange though. Why did werewolves suddenly appear anywhere you went?

Was it because you stumbled over that shrine of Hircine last winter?

It was really just by chance that you found it. The winter was especially harsh and there weren’t many animals to be found. You thought that maybe if you made an offering to the daedric prince it would get better. He was practically the god of the hunt, right?

Well, it did get better. Much better, actually. It got better to a point you weren’t comfortable with anymore.

Not to say anything of the strange dreams that started soon after. They weren’t anything special. Just you walking through an unfamiliar forest. There was no one around, not even birds in the trees, yet you always felt like someone was watching you and as if that wasn’t unnerving enough there seemed to be werewolves everywhere you went now.

Howling close by made you snap out of your thoughts. It sounded close. Too close.

Alarmed, you scanned your surroundings, then proceeded to climb one of the trees. A werewolf is strong, fast and has a keen sense of smell but they can’t climb trees and that meant that doing exactly that was your safest option right now.

Climbing as high as you could, you positioned yourself so that you would still be able to use your bow if needed without risking to fall.

Your decision to climb up the tree proved to be the right one as just a moment after you found a safe position a huge black werewolf broke through the bushes, nose close to the ground as if it was searching for something - or someone.

You still hoped that it would just go on but it seemed quite interested in the tree you were on, sniffing at it’s trunk as far up as it could get and then it seemed to search the tree with its eyes.

Sitting as still as you could you still clung to the faint hope that it would just go away again but your hopes were completely shattered when it threw its head in its neck and let out a deafening howl that was soon answered by others from different directions.

When you looked down again you shortly locked eyes with the werewolf. In exactly that moment a sharp pain went through your head and you let go of your bow to clutch at your head.

>Hunter< It was like the unfamiliar voice was echoing somewhere deep in your mind. It hurt. You wanted it to stop.

>Get down hunter< Shaking your head vehemently you tried your best to maintain a safe stance on the branch. >Don’t make me repeat myself, hunter. You’ve tested my patience enough already<

“Get out of my head” you pressed out through gritted teeth. Just a moment after the tree shook and you slipped barely managing to grab another branch and save yourself from falling. When you looked down you could see that there were now two werewolves right by the tree trunk and one was slowly circling around it.

>Don’t make me repeat myself, hunter. You’ll join the wild hunt. I’ve decided<

‘I don’t think so’, you thought just to be greeted by another stinging pain in your skull. Just then the tree shook again and you lost your grip on the tree completely, crashing down to find yourself face to face with the black werewolf that arrived first.

>It seems like you need to be taught a lesson, hunter. Once you’ve arrived in my Hunting Grounds we’ll have a lot of time for that though. Just remember this, hunter: Don’t defy me<

[kagrenacs]

Explaining the Iceberg #4

I covered most things in this, but not everything. Every previous post I’ve made describing the tes iceberg I found on google image search can be found here x

Lorkhan’s purposeful failure: Lorkhan was the first spirit to go beyond the universe to see the tower, but didn’t achieve CHIM. He likely did this on purpose to show others how not to do it, and to demonstrate that it was difficult for et’ada to achieve this state because they simply don’t have the boundaries (such as death) that mortals do.

The World-Egg: The universe and the 12 previous Kalpas, everything within existence

The Khajiit Tower: this reddit thread https://www.reddit.com/r/teslore/comments/3oh7wf/the_khajiit_tower/ for everyone’s sake i’ll spare you the details of Jungian psychology, TL;DR the khajiit are a ‘tower’ made to hold up the universe and aspects of this

The Grabbers: Mentioned in the 36 lessons, a race of people in Lyg who are said to ‘have never built a city of their own’ there are theories that these are in fact Magne-Ge, due to their connection to Lyg by Mehrunes Dagon

AE: ‘is’ in ehlnofex, can be interpreted as a state of being

Shezzar became Akatosh: The only solid reference i could find was this thread, that immediately discusses how this is probably incorrect http://www.gamesas.com/could-lorkhan-have-jyggalag-t74581-25.html

The Monkey-Truth: Markuth’s teachings, also a website of tes fanfiction writers and roleplayers 

Red Moment: The potential Dragon Break at Red Mountain

The Provisional House: Mentioned in the 36 Lessons, called ‘a space that is not a space’ that Vivec observes the events of Nirn from. It may possibly protect Vivec from dangers associated with this.

Alandro Sul: The Shield-Companion to Nerevar. Sometimes called ‘the immortal-son of Azura’. After being blinded by Wulfharth, he went to live with the Ashlanders of Vvardenfell and is credited with spreading the idea that the Tribunal killed Nerevar

CHIM: To put simply, the process and state where a person realizes their place within the universe and is able to manipulate the laws of the universe as they see fit. Often associated with the concept of ‘Love’

Skaal Secrets: Discussed in the Dragonborn DLC, it’s unknown what their secrets are, but the Skaal report that they’ve kept them a secret from Hermaeus Mora for generations

The World’s Teeth: Mentioned in the 36 lessons of Vivec, sermon 17. Vivec takes Nerevar to the edge of the world, where they see ‘the bottom row of the world’s teeth’ as Vivec states. This may possibly reference a glitch in Redguard. (as a side note: The Legend of Zelda Breath of the Wild, a game that’s confirmed to have taken inspiration from the Elder Scrolls, has an area on the map, near the edge of the world with a row of spikes similar to what’s described here. This might be just coincidence, but I sure enjoy it)

Dagoth Ur’s Endgame: Speculation on what Dagoth Ur’s final plans actually are. He speaks of his desire to remove the Empire from Morrowind, and unite the Dunmer under the 6th House, but beyond that there’s little to go off of.  Ultimately this is just speculation and theories, mostly on what he plans to do with the Anumidium, and how that could possibly have adverse affects on reality.

Pelinal Cyborg from the Future: Another bit of obscure MK lore that’s not implemented in-game. This derives from the description of Pelinal having a ‘left hand made of a killing light’  ‘PELIN-EL [which is] "The Star-Made Knight" [and he] was arrayed in armor [from the future time].’ and his survival of being decapitated. While the text directly states he is from the future, there’s no ingame canon text stating he is a cyborg.

Reymon Ebonarm is Reman: The thought that Ebonarm, a God of War is the same person as Reman, emperor of Cyrodiil. There’s several theories dedicated to this, with different variants on the specifics.

The Enantiomorph: Directly tied to the concept of mantling and the Fourth Walking Way. Put simply, there are three participants in this. Two combatants who are very much alike and trying to become the ‘Ruling King’ and an observer who determines who wins, this observer usually becomes maimed as a result of this. 

The Third Moon: Two different things, a metaphorical or literal secret moon important to the Khajiit that only appears when Masser and Secunda are aligned, preceding the birth of a Mane. The second option is the Necromancer’s Moon, the godly form of Mannimarco.

The Walkabout: A concept in Yokudan religion. The process of spirits surviving one Kalpa to the next, facilitated by Tall Papa

White-Gold Doomsday device: I remember reading this theory a few years back, unfortunately I cannot find the exact page for the life of me. The Tl;DR on this is the White-Gold Tower is a weapon of mass destruction, either literally or in metaphysical terms (being connected to Akatosh and it’s status as a Tower). The closest thing I can find to it is this thread which describes the motives of Umbra in the novels, and how it could potentially take over Tamriel using the White-Gold Tower http://www.gamesas.com/doomsday-scenario-t69430.html

Jiub was the Nerevarine: Self explanatory, headcanon that Jiub was the Nerevarine, similar to a headcanon on tumblr that stated Teldryn Sero was the Nerevarine

House Dwemer: Mentioned as a House within The War of the First Council (which is written by an Imperial for Western Scholars) and The Lost Prophecy (written by a Dunmer) This could be interpreted in a couple different ways. A) The first book was certainly written for western readers, while there is no evidence for this being the case for the latter, it can’t be ruled out. ‘House’ is used as a simplification B) The Dwemer were considered a house, but perhaps not in the way we would initially think (being on the Great House Council)  They were grouped into a singular entity, rather than distinct clans within a cultural group (either during the First Council or posthumously) 

When Dead Gods Dream: https://www.imperial-library.info/content/when-dead-gods-dream referencing this thread. Discusses the mechanisms of Dagoth Ur’s godhood, the thread explains it better than I can here, TL;DR Dagoth Ur is not alive, but he is within the realms of gods and therefor is able to ‘project’ himself onto Tamriel and the minds of his followers.

Khajiit ended the Metheric Era: Nothing found for this

Parabolic Kalpa: A parabola is a symmetrical U-shaped curve. This theory essentially tries to explain why Skyrim is so low magic, compared to it’s history or even ESO. The thought is that as time goes on, the world becomes less connected to Divinity. Towers are destroyed and the gods are gone, but eventually things will begin to kick off again, and there will be a rise in magic, technology and the connection to these beings. Essentially tries to explain why C0da and Loveletter from the 5th era are more high magic compared to the actual games. 

Sithis: Secret Lesson from Vivec: Connects the both Sithis with the 36 lessons by terminology (The Sharmat, false dreamer ect.) and proposes Vivec may have written the book

Bendu Olo: Colovian King, may have been related to Olaj Olo, nordic demigod of mead. Also used as a placeholder name for the player character in Oblivion and the name of the dev’s test character in Skyrim

Trinimac still lives: An ESO lorebook states the Ashpit, realm of Malacath, extends into Aetherius. Some orcs also believe Malacath is nothing more than a demon presenting himself as the remnants of Trinimac. A r/teslore theory states that Malacath wears two faces. While I assume this is the Iceberg author’s sole reference, I propose this could (should) refer to another theory. (Another theory is similar to this on teslore, proposed around the same time, but this one connects the dots)  https://boethiah.tumblr.com/post/621058598373588993/tsun-is-the-shield-brother-of-shor-and-trinimac 

The Aedra are Dead: Seemingly a common topic on teslore. A basic concept in tes, the Aedra gave most of their powers to Mundus to stabilize it.  Their bodies remain as planets, and they can only have limited interactions with Nirn. 

Divayth Fyr was the Hero of Battlespire: An old theory that looks at artifacts in Divayth Fyr’s possession and ties them back to the tes spinoff Battlespire. There are holes in this theory (Divayth Fyr was a seasoned mage at the time the hero was an apprentice)

Three Talin’s: The default name given to the Eternal Champion is Talin, a character creation scenario proposes that their father was also named Talin, and finally Uriel Septim VII’s general was named Talin Warhaft.

Pelagius I was killed by the Underking: The Arcturian Heresy states that the Underking appeared as an advisor to Pelagius I, who was assassinated by the Dark Brotherhood. This theory is a possibility considering the amminosity between Tiber Septim and both components of the Underking. 

Tsaesci Goa’uld: Goa’uld are a species from Stargate that are parasites towards humans. This theory proposes that the Tsaesci are similar, explaining the inconsistencies of their appearance within the lore.

Lunar currency: The thought that the Aedra and Daedra use mortal souls like currency

Historic Star Inconsistencies: Possibly referring to the variations of the number of days within the year in Arena, not sure about this one

Mnemoli/Star Orphans:Mnemoli is either a specific Magne-Ge (spirits that fled the creation of Mundus after Magnus), or a group of them that only appears during a Dragon Break (often nicknamed the ‘Blue Star’) MK states that they’re the writers and distributors of the physical Elder Scrolls (however this contradicts ingame books, so take it with a grain of salt). Star Orphans may or may not refer to Magne-Ge as a whole. Vehk’s book of hours state's them as a ‘group or tribe’ regardless, Mnemoli falls under this secondary classification (along with Merid-Nuda and Xero-Lyg, I have my own thoughts on this which would be better explained in another post) 

Bosmer Hircine worship: Seemingly referring to a thread on 4pleb, I will not be summarizing this theory here because I’m smart and not going onto 4pleb of all places. But from canon content, Bosmer do not worship Hircine, and consider him a force that goes against Y’ffre and wants to return everything to it’s original state of chaos before the earthbones (Y’ffre being among them) stabilized things 

Septimus Signus Zero Sum: The theory that the aforementioned zero-summed at the end of Discerning the Transmundane in Skyrim. Essentially Septimus is in a fragile state, delving into the secrets of the universe and is being pushed by Hermaeus Mora, who may see him as a lab rat, into discovering things he isn’t meant to handle as a mortal, and consequently Zero-Sums. There’s holes in this, namely Zero-Summing supposedly removes all trace of existence. 

The Soft Doctrines of Magnus Invisible: A very obscure text by Douglas Goodall, discusses the binding of various gods

Abnegaurbic creed: An overly fancy word basically meaning religious beliefs, seen in Nu-Hattia Exerpt 

Dunmereth: A Nordic term for the area of Morrowind, during their occupation of it

Fifteen-and-One Golden Tones: A Dwemer term, possibly referring to the spheres of the Daedra, counting Sheo/Jyggalag as a singular entity. Also, the Dwemer swear by these 

Ideal Masters are God of Worms remnants: As Mannimarco is often said to be the first Lich, the existence of the ideal masters seems to contradict this (similar story with Azidal) this tries to rectify this by proposing that the Soul Carin is the Necromancer’s Moon, and the ideal masters are remnants of Mannimarco. This theory doesn’t hold up when examined, but is cool nonetheless. 

Sermon 37: Found in ESO, an extra sermon to the 36 lessons, ties in concepts present in c0da like amaranth. (interestingly on this list Sermon Zero is never mentioned, despite it being older and more interesting imo, but to discuss that would require lots of work)

Flying Whales: Mentioned in Aldudagga. A now extinct species. The bone bridge of Sovngarde could potentially be a reference to this.

Joy-Snow: It’s cocaine 

Mankar=Tharn: A theory that Mankar Cameron is Jagar Tharn, doesn’t hold much weight and relies mostly on the connection of Mehrunes Dagon

Sharmat: A term used to describe Dagoth Ur, an opposite to the Hortator, a force uniting people for evil. Implied to mean or be associated with ‘the False Dreamer’ a person whose view of the universe is similar to someone whose achieved CHIM, but sees themself as the center of it all, rather than a droplet in the ocean of the universe.

Pankratosword: A forbidden Yokudan sword technique that could ‘cut atoms’ similar to our modern day Nuclear Fission. A bit of etymology here, ‘Pankrato’ seems to refer to the word ‘Pankrator’ meaning all-powerful or almighty. 

Landfall: A concept from MK, a future event where Nirn is destroyed by the Numidium, and the people remaining relocate to the moons. 

Cylarne: The oldest ruin in the Shivering Isles, rumored to be the original capital. Home to the Cold Flame of Agnon

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Hunters gift

Hircine x reader

A mix between Skyrim and ESO

Warnings: Gore, Werewolf things, light swearing, angst

The world around you was crisp, the cold snow on your naked body, the birds chirping as their little wings flapped quickly. You groaned at your heavy feeling inside, you felt like a mammoth. You managed to roll onto your back blinking a little to get used to the son. You looked around for your clothes but found nothing. What in oblivion happened?

You say up slowly trying to avoid blood rush. You scanned the trees hoping something would be familiar, but it wasn't.

You stood eventually, body shaking like a leaf now that you became fully aware. You shivered and moved your way through the snow trying to go through your mind.

“Halt citizen!” You jumped at the sound of a voice. You covered yourself the best you could realising you hit a stone road.

“What business-“ the man stopped seeing your state and cleared his throat.

“What’s going on?” You glanced to the noble on the horse and huffed a little.

“A naked adventurer nothing more Mi’lord” the knight spoke making you roll your eyes. The continued on and you glared from behind. You went the opposite way hoping to never see them again. You tried to avoid staying on the road, seeing as you’re well- naked.

“Divines help me” you muttered cursing everything else.

“Hunt” you jumped at the voice echoing in your ear. You looked around but found no source and hugged your middle a little tighter. You walked faster down the road praying to stumble on a farm or something.

You walked for a while till you heard a bleat of a goat and perked up. You followed the sound till you saw a farmer in his fields.

“Excuse me?” You called as you walked forward quickly.

“What is it?” He grumbled.

“I’m sorry to bother- but i-“ he turned as you spoke and his eyes went wide.

“What in oblivion?!” He said and you flinched a little.

“What’s going on Harold?!” A woman’s voice called as an elderly woman waddled out.

“Oh” she said seeing you.

“Stop staring, come here dear” she glared at the man and beckoned you over.

“Thank you” you whispered following her inside.

“I’d ask what happened but the look in your eyes says you don’t know” she wrapped a blanket around you as you stood in front of the fire and shook.

“I don’t know” you whispered and she hummed.

“You don’t smell like my husband so it wasn’t the mead” she chuckled sitting down slowly with a sigh.

“No- I” you sighed sitting on the carpet under you.

“It’s alright, warm up, bread will be ready soon” she smiled as she grabbed something woven and unfinished.

“What’s your name dear?” She asked after some silence.

“Y/n” you said basking in the warmth. Divines you could melt here and never come back.

“Just Y/n?” She asked and you nodded making her hum.

Your muscles felt like they melted and reformed again, you weren’t shivering any more and your heart slowed from its pounding.

“Warm?” She chuckled at you making you smile.

“Very, thank you for your kindness” you said sighing contently.

“It’s alright dear, where’s ya from?” She asked.

“A little farm outside whindhelm, by the river” you said.

“Just you there?” She asked.

“Yes, my father died fighting and my mother got sick” you said.

“Divines bless them” she whispered and you nodded.

“Pathetic pup” you jumped at the voice, the same voice in the forest.

“You alright dear?” The elderly woman asked.

“Sorry” you said eyes wide and heart a little fast.

“I’ve been out in the forest probably all night” you groaned rubbing your eyes.

“Why can’t I remember?” You whispered worried.

“It’ll come back to you don’t worry” the woman comforted the best she could, but it didn’t make you feel any better.

The woman cared for you till nightfall, she let you rest by the fire on some furs and blankets, she let you borrow some of her husband's clothes seeing as she was a frail thing. You fell asleep quickly, your body going through to much shock for one day.

You looked around confused by your surroundings. The sky was bright with stars and colours while the moon was full and round. The plain was crisp green grass, trees, a forest surrounding you, you were in a valley. You heard a howl and snapped around seeing figures behind you. Large beasts sitting on their hind legs, their ‘hands’ resting in front of them. They had snouts, red eyes full of blood lust. You checked for your weapons but found none. You panicked went to running instead as you heard another howl. You found yourself twisting through the forest, avoiding the roots, rocks and sticks on the ground.

“Change my pup” you jumped at the voice but found no source again.

“Change! Now!” It roared as you stumbled. You fell to the ground panting and sweating as something flowed in front of you.

The glow died as you finally looked up, a man stood their, tall and lean a bucks skull over his face. He wore no shirt, only rags for makeshift pants, he wore some jewellery, bones and beads. He had strange markings peaking from his back from his shoulders and ribs.

“Stop” his voice was smooth and deep as you looked behind you. There was the beasts, hungry and panting, but they snarled and disappeared.

“You’re a disappointment” the man hissed.

“Excuse me?” You said, slowly finding your feet.

“Watch your tone” he warned and you scoffed.

“Who are you?” You demanded trying to see his eyes.

“Foolish mortal” he grumbled.

“I am Hircine, Father of man beasts, and you, pup, are in my world” howls echoed around him after he spoke a smirk lingering on his lips.

“Hircine?” You said confused as to why a daedric prince has presented himself to you.

“You posses a gift, a gift I gave to you” you frowned again staring at him.

“Of course your mortal mind blocks it” he tsked waving his hand as memories rushed back.

You were fighting a wolf, a werewolf to be precise, it was enraged and hungry, drool and blood coming from its jaws. The thing had matted fur and looked starved, you’d never seen a wolf so- dead like. It’s jaws were clamped around your braces, you wouldn’t dare let this thing bite you. It stopped though ears peeking up as it backed away before collapsing.

“Pitiful creature” you jumped at the sound of a voice. You turned seeing a man with a buck skull on his head, and rags as makeshift pants.

“My beasts posses much more” you froze as something clamped down on your neck and your world faded.

“You- you made something bite me!” You yelled seeing his body flinch.

“I gave you a gift” he snarled and you scoffed rubbing a hand over your neck.

“No you did not, you cursed me!” You snarled before groaning. You fell to the ground a roar in your blood and muscles aching.

“Wake up” he said.

“Wake up!” You jumped kicking the covers off you and seeing the elderly woman.

“Oh-“ you took a deep shudder breath and gripped the furs.

“You were thrashing like mad girl” she said handing you a mug. You took a sip of the water with shaky hands and sighed.

“I need to get home” you whispered fiddling with the furs over you.

“Hang on dear it’s still night” the woman said as you rushed.

“No- no you don’t understand- I’ll hurt you” you whispered voice panicked as tears welled in your eyes.

“I- i was bit by something a monster! I’m dangerous” you fisted your hands as the woman stared confused.

“You’re no monster” she sighed and you frowned.

“Could smell ya in the forest, a new pup left alone” she sighed sitting down as you frowned.

“The lord came to you in your dreams yes?” She asked and you nodded confused.

“Very few people see him before our eternal hunt begins” she hummed softly eyeing you.

“You can learn to be one with the wolf, or fight it painfully, the choice is yours” she said as your mind ran around in circles.

“You cannot fight me” his voice echoed again and you held your ears.

“Get out of my head!” You snarled. Your body roared to life as you collapsed to the floor, your bones cracked horridly as pain flared from every inch of your body to the next. It seemed never ending till you rested on your back legs.

“Go hunt” you snarled in the direction of the voice. The woman held the door opened as you slowly walked to her snarling. She held no fear and you moved past her and sprinted out into the forest.

“Hunt my pup I will join you” the voice echoed again, something moved beside you a large black wolf appeared, eyes blood red. They gave a single nod and you nodded back feeling the blood lust roar in your bones a hunters gift.

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Ian Lightfoot x Fem!Reader [Part 1]

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Pairing: Ian x Fem!reader

Might make a pt2 where they try to find a cure

Also she changes into a werewolf each night, think of Skyrim I have the ring of Hircine so I can transform whenever I want anytime I want.

I also just realized this is kinda like the movie Wolf Children but instead it’s more of a beastly for then a wolf form.

Summary: the reader is Ian’s girlfriend who is a werewolf and doesn’t know how to tell him. So she just avoids late night dates.

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The sunlight beams into my window through my curtains, I stare down at my clothes shredded and on the floor.

This is why I have two closets filled to the brim with clothes. Every time I have a transformation my clothes get ripped to shreds in the process.

I walk to the bathroom to take a shower and to get ready for school. I grabbed my backpack and made my way down the stairs.

What I hated to most about being a werewolf, was that I’m not able to go on night dates with my boyfriend Ian. It sucked, that each time I would have to decline.

“Bye mom” I said, as I walked towards the door.

“Wait Y/n!” She shouted, I sighed and turned towards her.

“How was it?” She asked, talking about my transformation each morning she would ask me how was it. Not in a ignorant way just so she could keep track.

“It was bad like always painful really painful” I said, then I walked towards the front door and left.

I went to the coffee shop to get some coffee and a bagel, “Oh hey, Y/n” A familiar voice said, I looked up to see Ian.

I smiled and kissed him on the cheek, and walked to school together. But before we walked into school Ian stopped me and asked.

“I was wondering why don’t you go out at night?” Ian asked, and I bit my lip and came up with an excuse.

“Oh, I just always have a lot of homework. And help my mom with work around the house” I lied, Ian looked at me not convinced.

But the school bell rang so we both walked into the school and went to our classes.

After school I gave Ian a kiss goodbye and went home, to prepare for the transformation.

I hated it this was basically my daily routine

> Wake up

> clean room

> shower

> eat breakfast

> go to school

> go home and work on homework before transformation

> go to cabin (my dad had a cabin he used for transformation) it’s kinda like Harry Potter with Remus Lupin.

> and transform

When I got home I ate dinner and did my homework, as night slowly fell I went outside and made my way to the cabin.

Werewolf Y/n POV

I howled into the night I watched as Ian came towards me, “Y/n?” He said, and then I pinned him to the ground.

He then gave me a frightened look, and then I came back to my sense.

“Oh my- Ian i-I” I said, then I ran off to a cabin in the forest my mom bought for me when I had these transformations.

“Stupid stupid stupid” I cried as I looked at myself in the mirror, tears running down my face I was a monster.

“Ian’s gonna leave me for this” I cried, as I fell to my knees and sobbed.

No ones POV

“Ian!” M/n shouted his name, he turned around and looked at her with a shocked look he couldn’t belive it his girlfriend was actually a werewolf.

“Come inside I’ll explain everything” she said, and Ian filled still shocked by what just happened.

M/n grabbed a glass and filled it with water, and placed it on the table. And Ian sat down and took a sip.

“Let me start from the beginning” M/n said, as she looked at Ian who she knew had many questions regarding her daughter his girlfriend.

“Yes she is a werewolf, but not by choice it was and accident. Her father was a werewolf and when Y/n was younger about six. She was a curious young girl.... she went outside and saw her father going through one of his transformations” M/n said, as she took a sip of her own glass of water.

Ian listened carefully wanting to know more, “She walked up to him and since when you turn into a werewolf you lose control for a bit then you regain yourself. He-he, attacked her and clawed at her the wound was big but as you see she survived... but at a cost” she said, looking down tears began to fall down her face.

“I feel like I’m an awful mother I wasn’t able to protect my baby. Her father loved her so much and felt so bad that he did this to her... and now that he’s gone I-I don’t know what to do” she cried, covering her face with her hands.

Ian got up and placed a hand on her shoulder, “Ian you have to promise me not to tell anyone, she’s the last werewolf that I know of and I know she doesn’t want to be one anymore. But... if you ever find a way to cure her please. Do it... I hate seeing her in so much pain.” M/n asked, and Ian nodded.

“I promise I’ll try and find a cure” Ian said to M/n, who smiled.

Ian then looked outside towards the window in the direction Y/n went, and he began to wonder why don’t you tell him.

But now he understand why you didn’t go to the movies with him at night, and go out to eat with him. It was because of this...

Next Morning

Ian stayed overnight at Y/n’s house in the guest room, and when he got out of the bed. And went into the hallway. He saw Y/n standing there, and they both locked eyes.

Y/n began to cry rembering that she almost hurt or even worse killed her boyfriend, but before she could say anything Ian wrapped his arms around her.

“It’s okay, I’m not mad. I just wish you told me” he said, and y/n wrapped her arms around him and cried onto his chest.

“I-I I’m so sorry Ian, I didn’t k-know how too tell you” Y/n cried as Ian, rubbed her back.

Ian then pulled back and cupped her face, in his hands. “I love you y/n, no matter what I promised your mother I’ll find a cure and that’s exactly what I’m going to do” Ian said to Y/n, who kissed him on the lips.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, as they sat on the hallway floor. Ian then pulled back from the kiss, “I promise” he said, as he kissed Y/n’s forehead.

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Materiel list A

Stranger in the dark -> Darkling x reader (Shadow and bone)

Apex Legends

War Heros Bangalore x reader

Life fighter Bloodhound x reader

Little by little Bloodhound x reader

Small moments Bangalore x reader

Bathe in the hunt Bloodhound x reader

My time of need Bloodhound x reader

Witcher/ some Henry Cavill

White wolf Geralt x reader

A little time Henry Cavill x reader (on hold)

PT 1 PT 2 PT 3 PT 4 PT 5 PT 6 PT 7 PT 8

Threes a crowd Geralt x reader x Yennefer

Old wolf Vesemir x reader

Bound in blood Detlaff x reader

Bite me softly Regis x reader

The nightmare of us Vesemir x reader

PT 1 PT 2 PT 3 PT 4 PT 5 PT 6 PT 7 last part

Ravens Regis x reader

RDR2

Rough alpha Arthur x reader

Princesa Javier x reader

Marvel

Say it first, please (on hold)

PT 1 PT2 PT 3

Control it (Charles Xavier x reader)

The lioness (Logan x reader)

PT 1 PT 2 Last part

Secrets of mutation (Wolverine x reader)

PT 1 PT 2 PT 3 PT 4 PT 5 PT 6 LAST PART

DBH

We can take care of each other (Hank x reader x Connor)

PT 1 PT 2 PT 3 PT 4 PT 5 PT 6

Made for you (on hold)

PT 1 PT 2

Other

Dracula (untold) - be my winner

Dracula BBC Drink your fill PT2 PT3 PT4 last part

Little Flower (Dracula BBC)

Pt 1 PT2 PT3 PT4 last part

A wolfs word (castlevania Dracula)

A twisted fate (Interview with a vampire) (discontinued)

PT 1 PT2

A touch of hell (Hellboy)

Take Charge (Jim Hopper)

I'll take care of you (Jim Hopper)

Don’t let me go (The Huntsman)

Hunters gift (Hircine/Skyrim)

THE HOBBIT/LOTR (actors also)

A forced journey (Legolas x reader)

The softness of men (Orlando Bloom x reader)

PT 1 PT 2 PT 3 PT 4 last part

Power (Thorin x reader)

A dwarfs love is strong (Kili x reader)

Late in life (bard x reader

To touch (Thorin x reader)

Hold on Nin Mel (legolas x reader)

All I can do (Aidan Turner x reader)

In the company of wolves (thorin x reader)

PT 1 PT 2 PT 3 PT 4 PT 5 PT 6 PT 7 PT 8 PT 9 PT 10 PT 11 PT 12 PT 13 PT 14

Under the mountain (Thorin x reader)

PT 1 PT2 P T 3