#alduin x reader

[furorem-yandere]

Hi, I just recently found your blog and I love your work especially, your yandere adluin x reader could we get yandere adluin x willing reader? And can you make it fluff please and thank you you can skip it if you'd like to have a good day

You know... recently took a look in the tag and there is basically nothing in the alduin x reader tag?? am i the only one feeding yall??

Dragons existed in the purest form of the word. They didn't need to eat. They didn't need to sleep. They didn't need to clean themselves. Rarely did they need to heal, unless they fought one another, something that was rarer than the joor would think. They did not grow or shrink. They came into being because they simply must exist. They simply were as they always had been, and did not change. They were creatures of complete homeostasis.

Perhaps this was why it was so baffling when his treasure had offered to shine his horns.

"Why?" he had asked.

"Why not?" they offered in return.

"Do they not shine now?"

"Could they not shine more?"

Alduin decided it wasn't worth arguing over.

He did not allow them to climb atop him like a mount, but he did bow his head to allow them to shine them with a soft cloth and a kind of 'horn shine' his treasure had made in the past days.

He was glad he hadn't protested. The action felt divine. The shine was hot and nearly molten, and the rubbing of the cloth against the root of his horns was nothing short of worshipping.

"Done! Why not take a look?" they ask, pulling their hands away.

The World Eater finds himself growling when his treasure pulls her attention from him and opens his eyes he didn't know he closed. He shakes his head, trying to bring the world back into focus. He lowers his head to where his treasure stands beside a slab of a giant mirror and looks. It was a noticeable difference. The shine glimmered in the sun like hot ebony, still liquid from bursting from the molten cracks of the earth. He turned his head this way and that, admiring himself. He found himself somewhat startled by the revelation that he almost looked different. Dragons did not change. His horns had been the same since Akatosh bore him from will. Yet now they had changed. He had changed, even if it was slight. It was noticable.

"Do you like it?" they asked.

He looked down at his treasure, the silly little creature that had changed him with little more than honey, beeswax, and oil.

"You will do my claws next," he declared, willing himself to be changed more.

[globofhoney]

LDB: Actually...Odahviing is much more fun to ride on.

Alduin: How dare you! I am the king! None have ever surpassed my mastery of flights and aerial combat! How could you say that to my face, you wretched joor?!

LDB: By papa Akatosh's molten scales! Stop bragging and being dramatic my lord!(?) I didn't mean he is better than you! I meant the scale plates on his back is much more comfortable to sit on! Because they did not poked and proded my 😺 and 🍑 all the time like yours!

(Alduin is unrideable as a dragon, not because of his status as the dragon king, but because he is way to spikey for anyone to sits on)

Alduin = Aldurian , he is spikey as hell nobody can touches him.

[onrei]

Ok, no, I’m indecisive once again, more iterations lol

There’s no such thing as “too many Alduins”

[downtherabbithole-tumbleedition]

Sorry for the late reply.

But can I request a playtonic yandere Alduin x daughter Dragon Born reader

Like the reader Dragon soul is his daughter that died years ago but got reborn as a Dragon born dark elf. And when he realized it his daughter reborn he trys to trun her down a dark path and make him Join his side. Please.

And if you can't do it I can think of something else. This just been on my mind lately

Mockingbird

(Yandere! Platonic! Father! Alduin x Dragonborn! Reader)

“And if you ask me to

Daddy’s gonna buy you a mockingbird, I’ma give you the world

I’ma buy a diamond ring for you, I’ma sing for you

I’ll do anything for you to see you smile.

And if that mockingbird don’t sing

And that ring don’t shine

I’d go back to the jeweller who sold it to ya

And make him eat every carat, don’t fuck with dad.”

- Mockingbird, Eminem.

Dragons did not love. Love was for mortals, for lesser beings who lived only a short life where they could freely give their heart to another with no thought of what eternity meant.

Alduin was as old as time itself, the all mighty world eater who cared only for the power he held. Nothing could sway his cold, black heart - not his brothers, the female dovah he laid with, of the endless amount of mortals he devoured.

But you were so tiny, so fragile - one of his nails would have been enough to end your vulnerable little life. And yet, he found himself not desiring your death, perhaps even feeling sick at the thought of it.

The mortal form was an ancient secret among dragon kind, often used to communicate with dragon priests and blend in among mortals when necessary. Alduin despised to use it and thought dragons who used it often to be weak. However, a benefit of such a form was an easier and faster birth for female dragons, perhaps safer as well.

In dragon form, the female would pass the egg as soon as her body allowed, forcing her to guard her offspring for as long as it took to hatch. It could be an especially daunting time, even more so when the female and male hadn’t mated for life. As distasteful as it was, pregnancy was a far safer process for both the mother and offspring if she stayed in her mortal form until the young could leave the womb.

Alduin had never found a dovah worthy enough to be deemed his life partner, but it was awfully satisfying to see how many would throw themselves at his feet just to be mounted by him. Your mother had been one of those - just another female Alduin had fucked and discarded, most likely not even bothering to satisfy her. He had done it countless times, nothing should have been different.

And yet, somehow, his seed had taken root in her womb and made you.

When she came again at his feet, she was foolish enough to believe the seed in her womb would force Alduin to make her his mate.

“Your young is inside me!” She had exclaimed, clutching her stomach, still in her distasteful mortal form. “You and I shall be bound for life!”

He had laughed her at then, a cruel and malicious sound that had snuffed any hope from her eyes, leaving only fear. Alduin did not tolerate insubordination, planning to kill her and the infernal young that grew inside her.

Odahviing, his general and right hand man, had stopped him - much to Alduin’s rage. The general had claimed that killing her would be foolish when Alduin needed an heir, and she seemed the only dovah that had ever been able to carry Alduin’s young successfully.

Alduin was not convinced, countering that he would never cease to exist and, therefore, no heir was needed. Odahviing had his reply, however, stating something along the lines of the bloodline needing to spread if Alduin wanted to rule other worlds.

Although he found it suspicious that Odahviing was fighting so hard to keep the offspring alive, Alduin humoured him - both from the begrudging urge to have young, and morbid curiosity to see if the female would even survive carrying the world eater’s child.

Just as Alduin had suspected, the female did not survive the birth. How could she when you carved your way out from her insides, leaving only a bloody and mangled mess in her place? Begrudgingly, Alduin felt the prick of pride of his young being entering the world with blood on her hands.

He’d planned to kill you, he truly had… but then you looked at him with eyes as red as his own, your cries calming immediately at his touch. So delicate, so trusting.

Every mortal disgusted him but, there you were, born in your mortal form and… disgustingly adorable.

Tomorrow, he told himself every day when the sun set, failing once again to rid you from the earth. Tomorrow the girl will die. But you never did and, before he knew it, you were talking, walking on your own two feet and hanging off the world eaters wings and horns as if he couldn’t kill you in a breath.

“Can we fly now?” You’d always ask him, picking up the ancient language easily from constant interactions with Odahviing and Parthunax. They were the only other living souls he trusted around you, and even that had very quick limits.

“Entitled girl,” he’d grumble, annoyed at your constant requests at him. But, by the end of the day, you were on his back and he was gliding through the air. “I will throw you off if you do not hold on,” he’d threaten. That did not affect you, however, continuously throwing your arms in the air.

Supposedly, you grew bored of “tame” flights in the air, wanting to find your own wings. Alduin’s heart was in his throat when he no longer felt the tiny wait on his back, watching with wide eyes as you plummeted to the ground.

He roared, loud enough to disturb the mountains, chasing after you as fast as his wings would allow. Thank Akatosh he had caught you before you hit the ground. Alduin doubted the world wanted to know what he’d do if he had lost you.

“Are you a FOOL?!” He’d yelled in anger as soon as you arrived home, smoke coming from his mouth due to the rage that rang through him.

“I just wanted to fly, like you,” you replied, far too calm for someone who had practically been on death’s doorstep.

Initially, Alduin had been enraged and frustrated that you had never turned to your dovah form - your true form. The world eater found himself constantly questioning what value you held if you remained in a lesser mortal form ever, wondering if he should kill you and try again.

However, he very quickly became thankful that you seemed unable to become a dragon - after all, you couldn’t leave him if you were entirely reliant on his protection, right? When you grew up and no longer desired to stay by his side at all times, he could simply lock you up in the highest point of the world, away from the all the dangers and unknowns of the world. Your only visitor and protection being Alduin.

After your little jumping stunt, he pondered locking you away from the world early.

“I’m sorry,” you had told him that night, hiding under his wing as you always did when you were scared or sad. “I won’t do it again.”

No, his plan would wait; you weren’t even trying to get away from him yet, why should he make you hate him so soon?

Alduin did not know gentleness or love or affection but he tried his very best to be those things with you, because you relied on him and were the only thing in this world that wasn’t afraid of him. If dragons loved one thing aside from themselves, it was their treasure, and you were the most precious treasure in the world.

But all good things come to an end and any remorse Alduin had inside him was ripped out when the mortals rebelled.

When they took you from him.

He had been so distracted with their rebelling - forcing his hand to the point of anger - that he left his largest vulnerability opened. Someone among Alduin had betrayed him and you were stolen from him. His blood turning to ice when he realised his most precious treasure was gone.

Relentlessly, Alduin and his army had searched the earth for you, burning cities and devouring armies in his unbridled rage. Until you were returned to him, the mortals would know fear like never before.

But when he found you, your head had been stuck on a pike, hanging up like a trophy in one of the mortal camps.

The world burned.

By the time the elder scroll had been used, most of the world had already been destroyed - abolished and devoured by Alduin’s sorrowful rampage, the dragon king running entirely on revenge.

A small part of him wished the mortals had just killed him so he could once again see his precious treasure.

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About 5000 years later…

They called you a cursed child.

About ten years ago, you had been found by a mercenary, wandering around in the snow in one of Skyrim’s most isolated and dangerous places. Thankfully, he had been one of those honourable mercenaries (as opposed to those who would have sold you) and took you to an orphanage.

You couldn’t have been any older than eight. It wasn’t exactly out of the norm for the people of Skyrim to abandon their children at an orphanage, but a child surviving the harsh dangers of the mountains for divines knew how long… now that was strange. Stranger when you held no memories of your life or family, not even a name.

What really set you aside from the others, however, were your blood red eyes.

Perhaps the mercenary - having seen all sorts of strange things across Skyrim - thought nothing of them but the people at the orphanage certainly had opinions.

“She’s a demon!” One caretaker had exclaimed, pointing at you with a trembling finger and wide fearful, eyes.

“Kill the vampire!” Another had demanded, believing whole-heartedly you were a blood sucker.

It wasn’t long before the guards had been called, many wanting to see you hung for being a “demonic child”. Luckily, the mercenary had vouched for you, explaining that he had traveled with you for weeks and you hadn’t harmed him. As it was, the guards wrote off the caretakers as “emotional women” and left you unharmed - not without some searing glares, however.

Even if they couldn’t have you burned at the stake, the orphanage wouldn’t accept you and they were under no legal obligation to. So, the mercenary took you to Riften at the temple of Mara - where everyone was reasonably tolerable - and the two of you parted ways.

Priest Maramal was nice enough, being a Redguard in Skyrim he was more than used to jeers and harassment thrown his way. You couldn’t complain about the temple, not when you were given shelter, food, and a bed - which was a lot more than some of the people in Skyrim - but you couldn’t sit still, something in your bones told you to explore, to conquer.

By thirteen, you had pickpocketed earned enough money to leave the temple of Mara.

Skyrim was rough, but you adapted fairly easily. You’d always been strong, even as a child, fast too. Due to your sharp tongue (that Maramal often said you needed to hold if you didn’t want to end up dead), you wound up in a lot of scrapes. If you couldn’t fight your way out of them, you could usually run away.

You circled back to Riften soon enough, gaining entry to the Thieve’s Guild due to light feet and quick fingers. You thought you had found a family within the guild but when you were partnered with Vex and there was a spiky situation… she left you for dead. You got out alive - because you always did - but there was an anger towards the Thieve’s Guild you couldn’t contain. You didn’t go back but, one day, you planned to get you revenge.

At sixteen, you’d somehow stumbled your way to getting Astrid’s attention, granting you entry into the Dark Brotherhood family.

It was different from the guild - somehow warmer, more like a family. Astrid was like an older sister, Nazir like an uncle, Veezera like a cranky grandpa. You’d never felt so loved.

But Astrid set you up and, before you knew it, you were in a wagon trailing to the execution block. It didn’t matter; two families had betrayed you (three if you count the first one that abandoned you) and you had nothing left in your heart.

You witnessed something scarier than death that day, however - fear incarnate. Dragons had always been legends but you never believed you’d see one so close. So angry.

Death wasn’t ready for you, it seemed, because you got away.

Not long after, you killed a dragon and absorbed its soul, the myth of the Dragonborn reviving with the dragons. How amusing it was, to watch those nords be outraged at the thought of the “cursed child” being the living version of their most worshipped legend.

They all wished to be the Dragonborn, and yet that honour was given to a girl with blood red eyes and hatred in her heart.

The Greybeards were boring and the Blades were annoying but Parthunax, well, he piqued your interest. Often times, he spoke to you like you were an old friend rather than a naive Dragonborn he had never met before.

It only became clear when Alduin attacked you and Parthunax on the throat of the world, his teeth and flames out for blood.

“Your arrogance will get you killed,” Maramal had often said, when you thought you could do anything. Maybe you should have listened more.

Stupidly, you thought you could defeat Alduin easily. You were, after all, the one thing that could kill him, right? That’s what was foretold so what did you have to be afraid of?

You had used the Dragonrend shout on Alduin, forcing the world eater to the ground. Parthunax had yelled at you to stop but you ran at the black dragon anyways, sword at the ready to slash his throat. It seemed Alduin had adapted much quicker to the shout, though, catching your sword in his teeth and flying up into the sky.

He dropped you.

Honestly, it was a little humiliating that he didn’t even have to use fire or anything of significance… all he had to do was render you useless by dropping you.

Your helmet fell from your face as you fell, unfortunately giving Alduin a perfect view of your helpless and fearful face.

His eyes are red, like mine, you thought, mind trying to escape the thoughts of death. You wanted to scold yourself for being pathetic when a tear fell down your face, realising your life was over before you did anything significant.

Or so you thought.

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You woke up with a pounding headache, which was strange considering you didn’t recall falling asleep. You groaned with grogginess, snuggling into the comfortable bed.

Wait… I don’t have a comfortable bed.

You bolted upright, heart pumping with fear as you took in the unfamiliar surroundings. The room was huge, larger than courtroom in the Palace of Kings, made entirely of stone and gold. There were books, furniture, decor but it was all extremely mismatched and unfamiliar. As if from an ancient and unknown time.

The oddest thing, however, was that there were only three walls. There was no wall in front of her bed, only a hole big enough for a dragon to fit through.

Why did Alduin save me? You wondered. What could he gain from bringing me here?

You held back a gasp when you heard a noise and saw a man sitting in one of the chairs, staring at you with eyes as red as blood. He stood when your eyes met, taller than anyone else you had ever seen, armour pitch black and spiky.

He looked oddly familiar.

Idly, he looked around the large room with an almost reminiscent gaze. “I should have locked you in here from the beginning,” he muttered with an impossibly deep voice, barley loud enough for her to hear.

You didn’t know what he was talking about but you knew you needed to get out of there. On your left, you spied a gold dagger - not extremely sharp but it should have been enough to injure him.

“Do not try that,” he rumbled when you made the slightest movement, making you whip your head back to him. “Even if you could hurt me, you are far too high up to ever escape safely, little one.”

“Why am I here?” You demanded.

He looked at you then, and you realised, without a doubt, that he was Alduin. That only made the situation even more confusing.

“You are safe here,” he said, as if it was nothing less than a fact. “You can despise me but I will not risk your safety for your happiness ever again.”

“Aren’t you the one who wants me dead?” You questioned dryly, still internally gawking at the fact you were having a conversation with the world eater.

The bastard chuckled. “You really have no idea, do you?”

You only have him a confused look.

“Why would I ever kill my only child?”

Your heart dropped to your stomach, blood turning to ice at his words.

“You’re lying.

“An immortal being has no reason to lie.”

You raced to the gold dagger, gripping it in your hand and throwing at Alduin. He barley needed to move to dodge it, the puny attack having no affect on him.

He left after that, claiming you needed to “calm yourself”. You spent hours exploring the place, restlessly searching for a way out that wouldn’t leave you plastered on the ground.

You didn’t know how long you had been there but eventually, he had come back and you attacked him once more, making him leave again. That cycle repeated itself until you were tired, disheartened by how unaffected he was.

“What do you want from me?” You asked him one day, when you had curled into yourself out of pure exhaustion. He had no answer.

Your numbing limbo changed one day, though. Your armour, light as it was, was stiffening your joints. You stripped out of it, leaving you in the simple clothes you had underneath.

Alduin visited you, like normal, but when you turned your back to him, he roared in anger and his eyes glowed red.

“Who did this to you?” He demanded, voice deeper and louder in his dragon form.

You were confused for a moment, having sported no knee injuries since being abducted. But then you remembered the deep, numerous scars on your back - a reminder of Astrid’s intense training. She once said it was necessary if you were to become strong and you thought she cared about you… but now you wondered if she just always hated you.

Despite yourself, you told Alduin. He was the world eater - evil and deadly, the very thing you were supposed to kill… but he was also the only being who had ever looked upon your wounds, your suffering, and given a damn. And, if he was to he believe?d, he was your father, why shouldn’t you tell him?

It was a strange relief to tell someone else your woes, to unleash the many stories of sufferings and betrayal you had faced. By the end of it, you had tears down your face.

Alduin said nothing, oddly calm. Perhaps, he didn’t care.

“Get on.”

You looked up at him with wide eyes, confused as to what he meant.

“Get on my back.”

Still confused, you listened to him, hauling yourself up onto his back and grasping at his spikes so you didn’t fall.

Flying was exhilarating, freedom like you had never known it. You had the urge to spread your arms and feel the wind but Alduin snapped at you when you did.

“Where are we going?” You asked, having to yell so you could be heard over the wind.

“To get revenge.”

When you had told him what had happened to you, it wasn’t your intention for him to burn down Riften. And by all accounts, you should’ve climbed off his back and fought him, made him stop. But… no one in Riften gave a half damn about you. They saw you as the cursed child, a blight on Skyrim.

There was terrible feeling of glee as you watched the wooden houses burn.

You hunted down the Dark Brotherhood after that, adorning your armour and sword, taking a great joy in watching Astrid choke on her own blood.

You knew this wasn’t what the Dragonborn was made more, quite the opposite, but could you be considered the hero of Skyrim when Skyrim hated you? When all you had been given was betrayal and suffering?

You didn’t just let Alduin get away with drowning the cities in fire and blood, you helped him.

The Blades watched in horror as their noble hero was tainted with the blood of the innocent, the Greybeards mourning the prodigy that never was.

Maybe you should have felt guilt but you didn’t really give a damn.

Your blood told you to conquer, so that’s what you did.

———

Alduin feared his daughter would forever be corrupted with ideas of killing him, that she had been manipulated to the point of no return.

Perhaps he should have thanked Skyrim for being so horrible to her - what was it they said? The child that is not embraced by the village will burn it down Yo feel it’s warmth.

The world eater was filled with pride as he watched you slaughter the mortals, the lesser beings who should have known better than to lay a finger on you. If his pride allowed him, he would have thanked Odahviing for making him keep you alive.

Alduin savoured these moments of rage and fire, devouring with his daughter at his side…. Because it would never happen again.

When you had had your revenge and Skyrim had paid the price for disrespecting you, he’d take you back to that tower and ensure you never left.

Perhaps you’d go back to hating him but how could he risk it? How could he risk losing you after he just got you back? Akatosh had given him a gift of mercy in bringing you back to life, and it was not a gift Alduin would waste.

Perhaps in a few centuries, when you were strong enough to defend yourself and smart enough not to be betrayed, you could go free.

No. Alduin truly didn’t believe he could willingly let you back to those wolves in such a vulnerable state. When you could leave on your own, when you had completed your transformation into a dovah, Alduin would do nothing to stop you from conquering the world yourself.

Of course, Alduin prayed to Akatosh that day would never come.

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I don’t know how that was but I hope you enjoyed. I feel like I rushed the ending a bit lol.

I took some creative liberty with your suggestion so sorry about that.

[jackals-horny-jail-archive]

thinking about dragon priest au again tho and i know in my heart and also my balls that those two are fucking in dragon form. one or both of them Will be in dragon mode that's a promise and a threat-

[goopysoup]

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..just because I carried it so well does not mean it’s not heavy..

Cicero finds you crying as you speak with the Night Mother.

featuring: Cicero x fem listener!reader

[depressing topics:( inspired by: I don’t love you by MCR + zombie by the cranberries]

[part two?:)]

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The days had become harder, longer, your eyes more tired, body aching with each hit of your sword. When would it be enough? You’d killed Alduin, you’d fought and won the war, you’d done so much for the people of Skyrim but were they truly that ungrateful? Had you needed to of done more? They thought you limitless, a warrior they could use to do their bidding.

It was an odd thing to take in the comfort of the Night Mother, a rotting corpse that had been in that coffin for the gods know how long. But, you understood why Cicero adored her so much. The moment you’d put yourself in that coffin with the mother to listen to Cicero back at the sanctuary near Falkreath, you’d understood. Her body, while rotting and cold, felt comforting and motherly— no wonder they called her the Night Mother, you thought.

Still, while after everything had gone by so fast. The killing of the Emperor, the attack on the sanctuary and the move to Dawnstar- it was hard to keep track of it all on top of your other quests. Being Dragonborn wasn’t exactly what the nords believed it to be, it wasn’t a blessing by the gods. It was a burden on your shoulders and a heavy ache in your soul. Your bones had been crushed, you’d almost died countless times, absorbed the souls of the dragons you’d slayed even if your heart ached for you to have mercy on them, after all you were connected to them by your souls. They were just as much of a family to you as the people of Skyrim was.

Your heart ached as you sat in front of the Night Mother’s open coffin within the Dawnstar sanctuary. It was well into the night, everyone there was asleep- or so you thought.

You looked up at the mother, your kind mother who was always willing to listen to you in the peaceful dark of the night. You were grateful for her, the mistress you worshipped, though perhaps not as much as Cicero.

“I’m at my ends, mother,” you spoke quietly, picking at the cracks in the floor, “why am I not enough for them? I’ve done all they’ve asked, yet they want more from me.”

“Sweet child,” the Night Mother’s spoke to you, her eyes illuminating dimly for only you to see, “they do not understand the burdens you hold, you are aware of this,” you nod, you were well aware. Still, tears pricked at your eyes, “but, it’s not fair.”

“Life is not fair, dear Listener,” the Night Mother knew there was a presence watching, listening, but she knew better than to speak on it, “but you will prevail, you are stronger than many of those I have taken as my children.”

You looked up at her rotting face, your tears falling as you let out a quiet sob, “I hate it,” you softly cried, not bothering to wipe your tears as your body trembled with the force you used to be quiet, “the world is cruel, greedy and selfish. I try so hard to be good enough for them, but I am tired, mother..”

You didn’t hear the footsteps, your trained ears distracted by your breakdown. It was so unlike you, Cicero thought, you weren’t supposed to be vulnerable! You’re the great and powerful Listener, you could take on anythjng, yet here you were: speaking to the Night Mother of the harsh world and the burdens on your shoulders. You were upset and that upset the jester.

“It is okay to be tired, my sweet child,” the mother spoke, “perhaps, a certain Keeper could keep you better company than I?” Her voice was almost knowingly spoke, you furrowed your eyebrows as you finally wiped your tears.

“Cicero?” You ask her, wiping the tears on your hands on your clothes, that’s when you heard a footstep and your eyes drifted to the shadows. This must be a coincidence, right?

“Sweet Listener, who has hurt you?” Cicero finally spoke, walking further towards her, “do we have to kill them? Can we?” He was almost giddy at the thought of killing someone, but in this quiet moment he seemed to be much calmer than he usually was.

“No, Cicero,” you spoke, “if you killed who hurt me, you’d kill all of Tamriel.” Cicero sits down on the floor by you, his hands reaching out to hold yours.

“That’s a sacrifice Cicero and the Listener could make,” he grins almost manically, but you shake your head, “perhaps another day,” you didn’t mean it, of course, but you’d amuse him for now.

“Cicero is here if his Listener needs to share their thoughts or burdens,” Cicero suddenly says, “it is his job to protect the Listener just as it is to protect our mother.” He pats you on the head, it was almost awkward, but you could appreciate the gesture.

“Thank you, Cicero,” you said before the both of you stand and make your way to bed, it was too late to keep your mind awake, you both needed rest.

The Night Mother watches, almost proud her secret plan was working, she’d get her Keeper and Listener together one day, she knew it.

[chasmwritesbullshit]

On a totally unrelated note does anyone want to read some smut about Alduin

I am falling back into the Pit of Being Obsessed With Skyrim, please send aid.

[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."

[trickstarbrave]

My guy I need you to know I may or may not have been motivated by your work to create my own Alduin x Reader story in which Reader catches him in human form and they have sex about it

👉👈 I’ll definitely credit u for the inspiration I just wanted u to know

-oOSapphicsAndStilettosOo on Ao3

I’m glad I can inspire people to also be mad obsessed with a dragon from Skyrim

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x teen!reader - the weight of the world

Part 8:

You spent hours speaking with the three of them before you finally managed to send them away, telling them to leave you alone.

Sitting down, you scratched Meeko behind the ears, placing your other hand on your chest, trying to ease the dull pain in your chest.

You looked at all of the maps and the papers, everything you needed to know that they had been holding back on you.

You spent all night going through them, organising them in the timeline that they were going to happen, the orders you had been given.

You spent all night looking at them, flicking through them trying to figure out what you were going to do.

As morning came you showered, standing in front of the mirror to look at the healing scar on your chest and pulled on some clean cargo pants and a clean T-shirt, making your way back downstairs.

Sitting at your coffee table, you began to read through them once more.

Getting up you walked to your shelves and grabbed a few books, going through them.

You were supposed to go to school today, but you had more important things to do, you had to find a way to give you an upper hand in this battle.

There was nothing in there to help you, not clue or spells or shouts or potions that would be help you.

After hours of research you sighed heavily, getting up you called Meeko to follow you and you went to the village, sitting next to Tim’s grave.

“I don’t know what to do…” you mumbled.

He was always the one to help you, telling you what you needed to do, or helping you with all of your research and everything related to it.

You weren’t used to doing all of this alone, and you didn’t know if you could do this all alone.

You sat there for a few hours, just thinking about what to do.

Getting up, you went back home, and you just stared at the final slip of paper you were given.

There was no way to tell if it was accurate or not, but it was a rough prediction of when Alduin would start his final attack.

It would be the fight the decide the fate of the world.

The following day, you packed a few things into your bag, jumping on your horse, racing towards the town.

Riding into the school, you jumped down, throwing the reigns on her back, knowing that she wasn’t going to be wondering too far from you, Meeko wondering with her.

Making your way to reception you pushed the door open, looking around.

“Is Mr Evershed in?” You asked.

“Of course love, go on through.”

You nodded, making your way into the office and you quietly closed the door behind you.

Loraine was looking through the window with a bright smile and you walked over, pulling the blinds closed.

“(Y/N)? You’ve not been coming in on your scheduled days.”

You turned around to look at him, walking over you set your bag carefully on his desk, taking a step away.

“You said I can talk to you if I needed to.”

“Of course, whatever you need to talk about in here.”

You glanced out the window, then back to him.

“I can’t do this…” you whispered.

Mr Evershed frowned a little bit and he got up, walking around the desk so he could get a better look at you.

“What can’t you do?” He asked gently.

You gestured to the bag, and he took it, opening it so he could pull out your cloak and mask, and he set the cloak aside, holding the mask.

It was scratched, very old looking, but a mask that everybody would recognise immediately.

“Where did you get this?” He asked.

“It’s mine.”

“This isn’t a joke (Y/N) you need to give this back to whoever you got it from.”

He looked at you, and you clenched your jaw a little bit.

You held your hand out, showing him the purple orb and you summoned your sword, slowly setting it down on the ground.

“I.. I don’t know… I don’t understand what I’m suppose to do…” you mumbled.

You looked up at Mr Evershed, and he slowly set the mask down.

You shook your head, walking over you grabbed your cloak and mask, stuffing them back into your bag, making your way to the door.

“Forget it. Sorry.”

Leaving the school, you jumped back on to your horse, racing back home.

Letting her back into her paddock, you took everything off, putting it back into her stable, and you made your way to the stall.

You didn’t know else to do, so you carried on working on your armour, it being the only thing right now that was going to give you an even slight chance at beating Alduin.

You spent hours out there, focusing solely on perfecting it, trying anything to distract yourself.

“(Y/N)?”

You looked up, setting your tools down and left the stall.

“Go away.”

“Hey, hey, come on, don’t start that now.”

Mr Evershed gave you a smile, and he gestured to the log in front of your house.

He sat down, and you walked over, sitting down next to him, clasping your hands together as you glanced around.

You had made a habit out of this now, always looking around, always on alert because you never knew when danger was going to come, you never knew which direction it was going to come from.

“Where did you get that mask from?” He asked.

“Dragon priest years ago.”

Mr Evershed looked at you.

“I want you to tell me everything.”

“You already know everything, you know who wears that mask, you know exactly what I am and who I am.”

Mr Evershed looked back towards the field.

“You need to stop this immediately (Y/N), this isn’t safe, you can’t be running around here fighting like this you’re too young.”

You scoffed.

“You think they care about that? No.”

“You’re a teenager!”

You stood up, spinning around to look at him.

“You think I don’t know that?! Of course I know that! Everybody who sent me into the battle knew that! They don’t care!” You yelled.

You sighed, looking at your hands, focusing on the small scars on them.

“The dragonborn is born once in a lifetime, there is no other Dragonborn except for me. They knew thag in this lifetime Alduin would come back, he will try to destroy the world. That’s why he’s called the world eater, that’s why I was trained, why I’ve been sent here.”

You looked to Mr Evershed.

“My whole life I’ve been preparing for the moment I fight him, and I don’t think I can… I don’t think I’m strong enough…”

“Then ask them to send somebody else.” He urged.

“I can’t, nobody else can bring down a dragon like I can. Hell, it takes a whole army just to take down a normal dragon, they’ll be dead before they can even touch Alduin.”

You sighed heavily, turning your gaze towards the sky instead.

“I have been preparing for this day my whole life, it’s either so or die with this nothing else. Either I succeeded and I finally kill Alduin, or I die trying, and he devours this world and everything in it.”

Mr Evershed stood up, and you looked over at the sound of him moving.

“I don’t know what to do Mr Evershed… I’m not… I can’t… I can’t fight him…”

You took a shaky breath.

“I fought an elder dragon and I nearly died… how am I supposed to defeat the world eater…? If I can’t even fight an elder dragon without drying how the hell can I fight him…?”

You wiped the tears falling from your eyes with the backs of your hands.

“I was supposed to do it with Tim but he’s gone… he can’t help… and I’m supposed to do it alone.. I.. I can’t do that… I can’t fight him on my own…” you whispered.

“Come here.”

Mr Evershed placed his hand on your head, letting you cry into his shoulder.

You sniffled a little bit.

“You’re not on your own (Y/N), you have a whole team of people behind you. Okay? I’ve seen them, they’re really good. But you can’t do this on your own.”

You pulled away.

“I can’t bring them into this. Tim already died, I can’t let anybody else die in my fight Mr Evershed.”

“You can’t go into that fight alone.”

You sighed, wiping the rest of your tears.

“If I don’t win this fight everybody on this planet dies. If I do, chances are I’ll die too. I don’t know what to do, I can’t let Alduin win, but I don’t know if I have what it takes…”

Mr Evershed placed his hand on top of your head, crouching down a little bit so he was eye level with you.

“You are strong, you are brave. Braver than you think, braver than you will ever know. Okay? But you need help, and those mages you fight with? They’ll be willing to help you, all you have to do is ask.”

You looked at him.

He smiled softly at you.

“You’ve spent so long with all of this on your shoulders, the whole weight of the world resting on you. It’s time you share that burden with anybody who is willing to help.”

“I can’t let them die…”

“And they can’t let you die (Y/N).”

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a minute.

“What if I can’t do it…?”

“Then the world will know you tried your best, and that’s not your fault.”

You opened your eyes.

“A heart and soul of a dragon, that’s what they say right?” He asked.

You nodded your head and he smiled even more at you.

“Then fight like a dragon.”

Mr Evershed pulled you in for another hug, and you unsurely wrapped your arms around him, gripping the back of his jacket.

“It’s okay to be scared (Y/N), everybody gets scared sometimes.”

You gripped him a little tighter, and he smiled.

It was clear you had never been held when you were scared, you had always been a fighter, that’s what you were raised to be, a fighter.

But right now in this moment you weren’t that same fighter, you were a scared teenager who’s whole life has been planned out.

“I don’t want to die…”

“You’re not going to die…”

You didn’t believe him, and he wasn’t so sure he believed his words himself knowing exactly what you were going up against but that doesn’t mean that there wasn’t hope for you

[eclipseslayer]

Anyway I wanna write an Alduin x nord!reader

idk how ima make full grown dragon smut but ima do it

[furorem-yandere]

Hey there! Could I please get some Yandere!Alduin Headcannons with a Blind!Dragonborn?

You use your Thu'um to get around. You constantly murmur in a low tone. Because of this, you have near absolute control over your Voice. A constant use of it has built up power and stamina over years.

Alduin knew the Dovahkiin would be a mighty foe to face, but he is near astounded by your level of skill

He is nearly shouted out of the sky with the force of your Thu'um.

The fight that ensues ends in a bloody draw

He rages atop the mountains. How dare you. Do you think yourself better than him? Smoke coats the skies of the Reach with his fury breathed into it through fire.

Why did you never look at him once during the fight?

The joor and their honor that they speak of so highly, but not once did you look him in the face and properly regard him as your enemy. Yet you both drew.

It fills him with a sense of fear he has not felt since he was first banished by the nords of old.

How much stronger would you get? You are a younger than him by far, yet you are already so strong.

You must join him. Together, he knows, you would both be more powerful than any other being in all the Planes.

He need only convince you.

[globofhoney]

As a player who has legendaried Alchemy for two times, and restoration magic for five times.

I would like to advise Alduin's simps to take snowberries concentrated extract before you join him on....'fun times'

You probably wouldn't want to be in too much pain while he spewing his fire inside and all over you, no?

I recommend precautions before you doing anything rash.

[theanonymousfoxsimp]

Skyrim dragon/human mating rituals including headcannons for how miraak,odavakiin,parthunaax and alduin go about this with the LDB(last dragonborn)

(All dragons can turn humans in my headcannons)

18+ obviously so minors feck off

Mating rituals

-first step of this is to find the one you want to have as your mate,it is very common for females to be the first to make a move due to how scarce they are. Once a female finds their intended mate,they'd show off their feelings by giving them shiny objects since this indicates they want to be your mate(ps:dragons do a whole mate for life thing so monogamy)

-second step,if the male reciprocates these feelings,it usually happens with someone they've loved for a long time. Second step is for the female to be the one to find a den and lead the male there. Then they both work on a nest,one goes out while the other stays back and waits,they usually take turns going out unless its too dangerous. They tend to hoard items durring this time,alot of gold and pretty objects along with books and animals for food.

-third step is to show off their Thu'um,its a very crutial step since a female typically wants strong offspring with a strong male. The female demonstrates first then the male has to impress her with his. If accepted, they move onto the fourth step

-the fourth step is hoarding and gift giving/pampering. This step is usually when both mates are ready and are confortable with eachother,the male is the one to usually groom the female durring this time-he takes his time shining her scales fo pop. After the male is done,the female goes out with her shiny new scales and goes to steal gifts and objects the male would find intriguing. If the male accecpts these gifts,they go onto the second to last step

-fifth step is when both dovah do the thing,mate,have sex ect. This is the period when the female is ready for offspring,presenting to him and having the whole shbang happen. This can last up to a week and is VERY aggressive since the goal is to have a bunch of strong healthy nestlings.

-last step is to sleep. Literally. The two dovah sleep for days apon days,only waking up to eat,sleep,or hunt for one another but they both are awake and sleep together when they are done. This is a sign of trust and a waiting period for the nestlings to form.

Headcannon time

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Alduin

-he already knew what he would be doing,he knew you were the one from the months you both had spent "dating" in nord terms. He had noticed you were giving him gifts occasionally and even his favorite type of sweetroll whenver he would be too busy to make himself food. He took the lead sooner or later,spending hours crafting intricate jewlerly and stealing some objects you would take a liking too.

-you obv didn't know what he was doing,your inner dovah had to take the lead when she felt it was time. The hours he spent pampering you with objects and shiny trinkets were wonderful,even when he dragged you into bed to feed you your favorite sweets and foods were better than ever.

- since the second step was already taken care of due to the home you both shared,he spent hours cleaning the master bedroom while you were gone,even cleaning the entire house when he found out he had enough time to spare. You had come home to a sparkling clean home,alduin prideful and happily waiting in the room. The bed looked comfortable enough to sleep in forever,he had gone as far as to make the bed covered with pillows and blankets you and him favored.

-the third step he had found out you took the lead for,your inner dovah wanting to "train" your shouts and forced him to be there. Your shouts blasting away trees and even scaring away the few sabre cats that roamed this deep in the woods. You had urged alduin to train with you,he found it rather nice-just shouting at a few trees while demonstrating how powerful he actually was. He even surprised you when he sent a bear flying across the river,the bout of giggles when the bear looked confused and conflicted on what to do.

-the fourth step was as unintentional as the rest to happen. He awoke one day,seeing you looking like a mess that needed to be cleaned. You awoke to him brushing your hair out with a gentle brush,him muttering whenever he had to carefully brush out a knot or two. He tended to smother you with good morning kisses durring this time but he took his time placing careful kisses along your neck. When you awoke,he took you to a bath he gladly joined you in,your sleepy form pressed against his chest while he scrubbed away any blood or dirt from yall's previous adventure. After the bath,he dried you both and took you both back to bed where he gave you this wonderful ebony ring with rubies in it. You took it eagerly,putting it on almost right away when he gave it to you(his inner dovah was screaming with pride). Latern on You had given him a gift-it was a golden chain with a dragon pendant that looked similar to his dovah form,rubies for eyes while the pendant was a stark silver. He took it,happy at this

-when you had given him the gift,it was after you were crafting for hours on enchanted amulets for battle and magic practice. He had urged you to stop,eagerly stripping off any work clothing you had as he took you to the bed. It wasn't unlike him to do this,you had grown accustomed to him taking you in any private area whenever he wanted to but this time seemed to be more need filled,he had a purpose he wanted to fulfill. He took these hours in bed taking you apart and putting you back together in all pleasent ways,treating you whenever you pleased him and praising you whenever you did something he was proud of. It was near the end when he became rougher,the last few rounds making your body ache and loose the ability to walk for the foreseeable week.

-the last step came to you both easily, your inner dovah forcing you to rest since they knew you would want to go out on an adventure. Your inner dovah also yelled "mate" whenever the devourer simply looked at you,your heart swelling happily once he explained what you two had become.(ps:he was entierly terrified you'd shout him to pieces at first)

Parthunaax

-He had brough up the idea actually after several attempts from you unknowingly trying to initiate the ritual. You listened to him explain what you two would have to do,even taking precautions as to start the ritual one day to surprise your older lover. He had come back to you giving him beautiful jewlerly and old books he had been eyeing for awhile,even old scrolls with magical powers he's yet to use.

-he had reciprocated these feelings,accecpting them rather quickly and eagerly when he found out what you were doing. He and you had made a small home on the top of the throat of the world,even going as far as to forbay the greybeards from appearing for visits when you both worked on the tiny home. He hoarded books durring this time,even more than he normally would but found it helpful whenever he left for more builting material. You'd spend hours waiting for him to come back,usually binging a few books while he was gone. These days he would come back with a few pieces of enchanted jewelry that were prettier everytime he came back,one particular one was enchanted to keep you warm from the cold.

-once the home was built,he would urge you outside and you would show him your thu'um a few times,different shouts that impressed him more snd more everytime you trained your voice. He followed suit,showing off his powerful thu'um that shook the mountian below when he used a particularly powerful one. He could feel his inner dovah swell in pride whenever you told him he was doing a marvelous job

-as said before,he hoarded books and he took this time to hoard scrolls you liked-he even stole an elder scroll from a group of nasty vampires on a flight back home. This impressed you greatly but also concerned you on how the vampires even aquired it but nonthless the ritual continued. You had spent hours at the forge working on a new ring for parthunaax, one that was enchanted to make his flight more smooth and quick. He loved the ring, he never took it off after you had gifted it to him. He had spent the hours after reading to you his favorite novel and cuddled with you for the hours you both layed in bed. He never let you leave the house,even dragging you back whenever you had attempted to leave to grab a book from the greybeards,he had the book-after digging in some stacks of books and scrolls he was hoarding. His version of grooming you like a dragon would be to pamper you in a nice hot bat with salts and soaps you loved to use,he brushed your hair out and carefully washed away any tension by giving you a deep throughout massage that almost put you to sleep. He didn't mind that you didn't go out to gift him things from the outside world,taking the ring as his gift whenever you brought up your worries about being onesided with the giftgiving.

-you had mentioned the last step a few days after the pampering,he was all too eager to accecpt this suggestion-almost bending you over then and there if it weren't for the both of you being in high hrothgar with the greybeards around. He excused the both of you,quickly making his way with you in his arms to the hoke you both shared once he had flown you both to the top. When you had both gotten there,he couldn't resist the urges to rip both of your clothing off to take you there. He was rough in the beginning, the sole urge to breed on his mind until you asked for him to be slower-he felt a little bad taking your ability to walk but didn't care as his pride swelled at your pleasure filled praise at his slow but rough lovemaking. This had endured on for a few days,only taking breaks to eat and drink before going back to it.

-after the mating, he would flat out refuse for you to leave. He almost shouted the door off in the middle of making a spell to lock said door he about obliterated. You gave in,napping for hours while he would keep watch then go to sleep once he realized it would be okay. You both snuggled in one anothers arm's for days,books being the only source of entertainment but neither of you minded. He knew you "took" when you had given in to sleeping much quicker and took to the idea of hoarding food for your sudden cravings. World be damned if he wasn't going to boas about his tiny mate and nestlings to the world

Odavakiin

-you were the one to initiate this,your scaley lover had been too busy so you took to reading books-even finding one for dragon mating rituals so you decided to test your luck. Whenever he would come home from another day of being a general,you would bake his favorite foods and used his favorite soaps whenever you bathed to get a reaction. He didn't notice up until you had gifted him an amulet of mara to get his attention,he was still rather clueless until alduin himself had to point out how frustrated you were at odavakiin not noticing the lead you were taking.

-he began to take a step into the second step of the ritual. Coming back home to find out you changed the bed coverings and pillows to ones you both used for special occasions. The comfortably aura it held off while the room was toasty and felt like a warm blanket. You had cleaned the house,even baking some sweet treats to hand out to the generals and their loved ones when you had the time to. He had come back home with a serise of books you had been wanting and a particularly pretty silver ruby amulet you eyed in the market the other day.

-you took the lead on this step,convincing odavakiin to take time off so you both could spend more time together-blaming it on feeling lonley(you were,you just wanted to finish the ritual and be happy mates). The first day of having time off,you and him had travled to a silent area of skyrim-showing off both of your thu'ums. You impressed him as much as he impressed you,nonthless he was happy at how strong you had gotten-you were rather weak when you were defeated by alduin(he saved you in the nick of time) and the power you demonstrated made his heart and soul swell with pride

-this step he took rather easily,he was equally as much as a hoarder of gold snd jewlerly as much as you were. You favorited old scrolls and spell tombs you could learn quickly-he took to hoarding those while you took to stealing and thieving silver jewelry he liked. He even accecpted the weapons you had crafted just for him,a smile on his face when he found out they were perfect for him. The grooming came easily,you both loved to spend hours soaking in a hot tub,water enchanted to stay warm while the both of you had some behind the scenes stress relief

-the second to last step had sorta started in the bath but really started after you both got out of the bath and dried off. A heated makeout session turned to lavish and rough lovemaking,candles and flowers prepped while you both waited for the bath(he had urged you to stay while he went and retrieved "soap" when in reality he made the room look wonderful). The candles cave off a wonderful scent to the room,some scents you loved while some scents he loved also. It took hours,even the biggest candles had burned down completly before you both had stopped but even this was just for food. Poor maids hearing you both have one of the funnest night of your lives.

-odavakiin loved the last part,he took these hours of snuggling to keep you wrapped up in his big arms. He kept you warm,you both sleeping nude as the day you both born. He didn't care to hide you both until a winter storm had blown through the dragon palace. He curled with you underneath the blankets,even sleeping-he knew you felt safe and confortable in his arms. When his time off was up,he was entierly convinced to stay in bed with you for a few more hours until a few other generals had to fetch their second in command from bed.

Miraak

-he is older so he would know how to do this-right? Nope. He had no clue what to do up until his inner dovah took over when you mentioned the ritual. He took to your pampering rather quickly,accepting your gifts with happy kisses and wonderful nightly snuggles

-the second step was more difficult since you both had lived abandoned shack to shack but with his knowledge of spells-it was rather easy to build a small home far from where prying eyes would be. The "nest" was a lavish room you both shared,soft pillows and silky blankets stolen from the richest men and women were on the bed as the room held a wonderful feeling to it.

-you both had taken a few days to rest in this new home until you took him out to see how your thu'um would be. As odavakiin and parthunaax would be,he was impressed more and more everytime you shouted at a tree or an unlucky bear. You were impressed even more when he showed off his powerful shouts,he had worked his voice for years and he prided himself on this. He couldn't hide the scarlet blush that adorned his cheeks when you praised him for a particularly powerful shout,even the training after was as heated as two dovah fighting for dominance as he was pumped full of adrenaline and so were you.

-pampering came easily to you as much as grooming didn't come easily to miraak. He had let you take the lead on this,taking some days to hoard spells and sweets you would love while his form of "grooming" was to keep you in bed for hours and brush your hair out while talking about any ideas for future adventures and spells. He would bathe you occasionally whenever demonstrating your thu'um had dirtied you. Your form of pampering to him was stealing ancient and powerful robes from other priests-even fixing them and adorning him to his style snd colors. You had even taken masks from dragon priests you slaughtered in the past then repainted and repaired them to their former glory. He took to all of them quickly,he loved his original golden mask but the new ones sparked some old love he had forgotten.

-the fifth step was more quick to come around,you both rarley having any time to do sensual lovemaking but this go around was different. He wasn't rough, he focussed on your pleasure before his and even used spells to make the experience more fun. It was around the end where he became rougher with the desire to breed you.

-if napping had to be a sport,he would be a napping star and talked about in books. He loved to nap,you on the other hand were more bursting with energy but after the mating was done-you had taken to the idea of napping more easy. He kept you in bed,pampering you with sweets and old crazy stories he kept hidden. Even when he thought you were sleeping,you faked it to listen to him ramble on about the ideas for names he had for your children. He was exploring the idea of his children being able to learn shouts and powerful magic,to follow in yours snd his footsteps when the time came

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Oh I love all of these guys,could never choose who to be with if it was a life or death scenario

[downtherabbithole-tumbleedition]

Ok so this one a little different but I wanted to see what you can do with it

Can I request a yandere alduin x reborn Dragon Born reader x yandere playtonic pryox

So the reader was alduin mate and pyrax little sister ( i can not remember how to spell that Dragon name the one that on the throat of the world with the Gray beards) but during the war she was killed but she reborn as a dragon born and not only that but got married. And pyrax is torn on helping his sister and joining alduin.

And reader not happy with them and she married a Dragon Slayer

Blood in the Water (Yandere! Alduin x Reader x Platonic Yandere! Paarthurnax)

“We’ll never get free

Lamb to the slaughter

What you gon’ do when there’s blood in the water?

The price of your greed, is your son and your daughter

What you gon’ do when there’s blood in the water?”

- Blood // Water, granson

Paarthurnax knew you.

The dragon had always been told that he read too much into others, searching for things that weren’t there - trying to gain a better understanding of someone by peering into their soul. Well, he liked to believe he could.

But you were different, he knew you. From the moment you climbed his mountain, your very soul spoke to his; like a flicker of fire light after trudging through an endless snowstorm.

This must be a malicious plot, he told himself, remaining guarded with his icy gaze even as he longed to approach you with all the gentleness of the world. Perhaps the Greybeards had decided it was time for Paarthurnax to pay his dues, or the Blades had finally gotten to him… anything would be more plausible than her soul returning.

“Why have you intruded on my solitude, mortal?” He questioned harshly, your shocked and fearful gaze almost making him regret it.

Still, you were able to catch your bearings and face him - something most mortals would not do. “The Greybeards sent me. I am the Dragonborn.”

Ah… perhaps this was Akatosh’s way of punishing Paarthurnax for his misdeeds.

Although Akatosh often did not play by his own rules, there were usually only two ways for a Dragonborn to be birthed into existence: a dragon and a human breeding, or the soul of deceased dragon being reborn into a human.

He shouldn’t have been surprised, not when he really thought about it. Whilst it was unlikely for you to be reborn - what will millions of other dragons who could have been reincarnated - but out of every dragon he had ever met, of course it was you. Dragons could only be reborn because their souls were made of far sturdier stuff than mortals, the very substance refusing to dissipate. And you had the strongest soul of all.

Strong enough to put up with Alduin, after all.

Alduin, the very thought brought unrest to Paarthurnax’s stomach, his insides squirming at the idea of Alduin knowing of your return.

By all rights, Paarthurnax was supposed to help the Dragonborn - you - defeat Alduin and stop the dragons from once again taking over the world. Alduin and his subordinates would give Paarthurnax Oblivion, of course, fighting fang and claw to have the Dragonborn’s head on a pike. But the Dragonborn was a larger threat to most dragons than they were to the Dragonborn, very few having the ability to stand against them. With enough training, perhaps the Dragonborn even stood a chance at defeating Alduin, especially if they wanted to see another day.

However, if you really were her, well… that complicated everything.

Alduin had always ruled with an iron claw, leaving the mortals alive only out of necessity and sinister amusement. His tyranny was not reserved for mortals, either, even the dragons themselves fearing Alduin’s wrath. After all, if he grew tired of the world, he could simply destroy it.

But even Paarthurnax had feared Alduin after your death.

Alduin had always enjoyed ruling, conquering, entertaining the idea for centuries rather than destroying the world and allowing birth for a new one. But when you’d been killed, it was like the dragon stopped caring - as if any emotion aside rage had been beaten out of him. Alduin decided to destroy the world because his had been taken from him.

You, however, had always been kinder - far kinder than an average dragon. No one really knew why, perhaps it was because Paarthurnax and, eventually, Alduin had always shielded you from the world. As the World Eater’s mate, you weren’t expected to lift a claw.

It had been heartbreaking when you discovered just how much Alduin (and Paarthurnax, although he tried to forget that) terrorised the mortals. You just couldn’t understand why Alduin - your Alduin, who always showed you nothing but kindness - would inflict such horrors on those who could not fight back. That was the start of Paarthurnax’s guilt.

You begged Alduin to stop and, because it was you, he compromised - allowing the mortals to exist without being burned down at every move. But some of those mortals took Alduin’s mercy for weakness and formed the building blocks for the revolution.

A revolution where you had been killed.

Paarthurnax almost wanted to side with Alduin after watching you, one of the only dragons who gave a damn, be killed. But, in your dying breaths, you begged Paarthurnax not to fall with Alduin into vengeance. After all, why should all the mortals be blamed for the act of few?

For you, Paarthurnax helped the mortals and ceased the end of the world, dreading the day Alduin would return.

But now you and Alduin were both back and, for once, Paarthurnax had no idea what the outcome would be.

���Have you encountered the World Eater, Dovahkin?”

“I haven’t,” you replied, as he thought; if Alduin had found you before Paarthurnax, you’d never be allowed to stray from the World Eater’s grasp.

Paarthurnax sent you on a “quest” then, to “prove your worth and skill”. In reality, he needed time to think, to gather the thoughts racing through his mind and figure out what he planned to do. It was also to get you away from the throat of the world because Paarthurnax had a strong feeling he would be paid a visit from Alduin.

He was proven right when the black dragon landed on his mountain, quiet anger radiating from his scales.

“The word is true, then. You have returned,” Paarthurnax mused, trying his very best to mask the wariness that was etched in his veins. The ancient tongue felt good, like an old friend he hadn’t spoken to in centuries. He had missed having dragons to communicate with.

“Where is she?” Alduin demanded immediately, voice as commanding and ferocious as Paarthurnax remembered. He didn’t have the strongest thumm for nothing.

“I am unsure what you mean, brother.”

Alduin growled, a warning no doubt. “I am not in a gaming mood. Tell me where my mate is, Paarthurnax.”

“What would make you think she has returned?” Paarthurnax asked casually, the lie easily rolling off his tongue. “She died with the war.”

Paarthurnax knew he was poking a hungry, vengeful bear but, if it meant keeping Alduin off your trail, he would make that sacrifice.

“Cease your treacherous lies, her soul calls to mine. I can feel her very essence. If you do not reveal her presence to me, Skyrim shall burn.”

Well, Paarthurnax would lose no sleep over that. Not if it meant your well-being. You were far more precious than the whole world.

Eventually, Alduin left after his fire clashed against Paarthurnax’s, the throat of the world fortunately remaining upright. Now, Paathurnax just had to pray to Akatosh that you stayed far from Alduin’s reach.

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Vilkas wrapped his arms around you as your back sunk into his strong chest, nuzzled in his warmth and the comfort of the thick blankets. He placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder, making a smile grace your face - the crackling of the fire lulling you to sleep.

“You frightened me today,” he said gently, nose resting in your hair.

“How so?” You replied tiredly, eyes still shut.

“You went into that cave all by yourself and I though…” he sighed. “I thought I lost you.”

You turned your head to look at him then, an almost amused smile on your lips. “You know I can handle a dungeon, right?”

He should have known that, considering the many times you, he, and Farkas explored the deep crevices of Skyrim together. Fighting tooth and nail against the Silver Hand to bring safety and glory to the Companions.

Of course, that was a different life.

“I am allowed to worry about you,” he defended, almost pouting, wrapping his hand gently in your hair. “This Dragonborn stuff… it is not easy, or safe. I want you to be safe.”

You practically shrugged. “I still believe it was mistake.”

He sighed again, tired of already having this conversation a million times. “It was my no mistake, my love. You absorbed the dragon’s soul.”

“And you killed it.”

The Companions had been a home for both of you, especially Vilkas. But he had found a new home with you, one where he didn’t feel the need to constantly fight and kill. For you, he left the companions.

You’d tried to convince him to renounce his wolf form too, explaining that he did not need to live with the constant hunger and bloodlust. He said he would, one day, but he was scared to be vulnerable - especially when he’d left all he knew. You let the matter drop, giving him time to adjust.

You had been accepted into the Companion’s inner circle, given the opportunity to take the wolf form and transcend mortality.

It didn’t work.

Almost immediately, your body burned, forcing the blood from your lungs, coughing it up as if you were drowning. You had passed out and were sick for nearly a week, as if your body simply refused to change its form.

Vilkas had been in charge of nursing you back to health then, and the two of you quickly fell for each other.

At least you were finally given an explanation; the dragon in you denying any other form of blood or soul that would change you.

Regardless of what did or did not happen, Vilkas left the companions and, although he already had an abundance of money saved up (enough to let the two of you live comfortably for the rest of your lives), he became a hunter. Or, more specifically with what had happened to the world, a dragon hunter.

The return of dragons had been daunting for everyone, but not Vilkas. He saw people cowering in fear and found it in his heart to help them, even at the risk of his own life.

You were just there at the right place and right time (or wrong place, wrong time, depending on how you looked at it) and, suddenly, you were the Dragonborn. The person destined to stop the end of the world.

It should have been Vilkas - he was the one he wasn’t afraid of the beasts, who could slay them without so much as a bat of an eye. Perhaps you were strong - even compassionate in the right circumstances - but, selfishly, you did not want the weight of the world on your shoulders.

You did not want to have to face the World Eater.

Paarthurnax had been frightening enough, and he didn’t even want to kill you. How in the divine’s name were you supposed to defeat Alduin? Perhaps that was it - the divines had given up on this world, deciding to mock the chance of survival by throwing them a useless Dragonborn.

“It should have been you,” you often whispered to Vilkas, in the dark of the night when your false bravado left you and only the insecurities remained.

“I will be with you every step of the way,” he would always reply without fail, gently placing a kiss on your skin and holding you close.

You wished he hadn’t promised such a thing because, as you stood in the snow shivering to the bone with a ginormous black dragon flying above you, all you could think of was Vilkas’ safety.

Paarthurnax told you that the secret to defeating Alduin would lie within the Elder Scroll, which was located in the outskirts of Skyrim where no one dared to venture.

So how had Alduin found you? Was he not supposed to be eating the world?

Perhaps Alduin found you unassuming, weak even, because his fire was targeted solely at Vilkas, the nord panting from the constant dodges.

However, one thing you knew you were skilled at was archery.

Your hands shook from the cold and the fear coursing through you, but you did your very best to hold the bow steady, shutting one eye to gain a better perspective on where the arrow would it. You released the string, a flicker of pride running through when it hit its target.

Of course, that was snuffed out when Alduin’s furious red gaze shot to you.

Vilkas yelled out your name, warning you to move as the dragon approached you faster than you thought possible. In a flash, a claw closed around you and your world turned black.

——

Dragons mate for life.

Alduin always believed the sentiment to be stupid, preferring to mount and fuck whoever he deemed worthy. There was no need to risk his own convenience and concern for the sake of attachment.

But then there was you.

Paarthurnax had always had far too much mercy for a dragon, practically allowing his emotions to rule him. Even so, no one expected him to take a younger, abandoned dragon under his wing.

Without even being seen by most, you had become a common conversation topic - none of which was flattering. From what Alduin had heard, you were the runt of the litter, by all means. Abandoned for your inability to grow. Paarthurnax kept you shielded from the words, and even sharper teeth, of the dragon world.

It wasn't until about half a century later when Alduin first saw you - when, under Paarthurnax's mentorship, had you become fully fledged dovah. The spark was instantaneous, Alduin immediately filled with a possessiveness he had never before experienced.

You were his at first sight - nothing Paarthurnax or anyone else did would change that.

And you really were the most captivating creature Alduin had ever met; filled to the brim with life and excitement and curiosity. Perhaps he didn't show it very much but you held his beating heart in your claws, and he was willing to risk that so long as you stayed his. And you did - you were lovely, and extraordinary, and his.

Until you weren't.

Alduin was used to anger. He had felt and understood rage, the need for vengeance. But he never thought he'd experience sorrow - he had always mocked those who felt such a thing, claiming it was a weak emotion that a true dovah would never feel. But then you had been stolen him and his heart hurt.

Ruling had always satisfied him, enjoying every being bowing to him in fear and awe - his ability to do so was the only reason he never ate the world... until there was you, of course.

The world - or at least those who understood what being the World Eater entailed - took a breath of relief when he mated with you; finally the World Eater had something to tie him down, to make him want to keep the world turning.

But then you had been murdered by those mortal scum and Alduin decided that if he couldn't have you, the rest of the world wasn't permitted to live.

However, it seemed Paarthurnax never truly cared for you, disrespecting you and your memory by siding with the mortals and sending Alduin into a time loop.

When he first returned, Alduin was filled with rage, preparing himself to hunt Paarthurnax down and kill the traitor. But then he felt it - felt you. Your soul - as long as it had been - called to his, begging him to find you.

And find you he did, even if you were in the clutches of some mortal half-breed bastard.

It didn't matter; if the World Eater wanted something, he took it. Even if you were kicking and screaming.

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I'm so sorry that took so long, and the abrupt ending. This was mostly just set up but I'm actually really interested in this concept so, don't worry, there's gonna be a part two! Thanks for reading and I hope to see you there.

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“I’ll always choose you. But I just have to do this.” Their eyes connected as her lips shaped themselves into a half-smile. She was trying to calm him. But even she couldn’t fully convince herself that this was the right decision.

“I know.” Was all he could say. Their time together had proven, to themselves and others, that they’d had an unbreakable bond countless times. But this seemed to cause a crack.

She just had to go. She just had to save these people who really didn’t care about her. Just what she did for them. Numerous times she’d save these people. She’d help them. She’d risk her life for the sake of others when she never needed to.

But that is the difference between you and me, my love.

He broke her eye contact by closing his eyes. No. He didn’t want to let her go. He’d rather live out the rest of their time together and live happily. But she would rather fight and possibly leave a world for everyone to enjoy.

He would rather stand here and hold her. Continue memorizing her face. Every wrinkle. Every pore. Every scar they’d accumulated together. The color of her eyes. They lines in her lips. He’d rather her stay. Just to continue building their love.

There was no doubt she was strong and capable. But Alduin was a terrifying legend. A reality on some occasions while they were exploring. They’d seen him and try to fight. But the coward would fly off. Perhaps Alduin knew that the Dragonborn would follow. And sure enough, she did. And he let her do it. He should have stopped her somewhere along the line.

But now it was to late. She was prepared with everything she could possibly need. Except him. He so desperately wanted to mount the dragon with her. They’d done everything together for so long, this felt like goodbye.

Before she did mount the beast, he grabbed her hand forcing her to turn back to him. In a last ditch effort to make her stay, he pressed his lips to hers. A passionate kiss with everything he could muster. He did not care who was looking. He needed her to know that this isn’t what he wanted.

Whenever they pulled away, their eyes met again. This time, her eyes were watered. “I’d choose you every time, my love. But I just have to do this.” Her voice cracked, though she spoke low enough for no one else to hear. He did not respond though. He only pushed their foreheads together, a motion they’d come to make their own.

He wanted her to promise she’d come back. But more than that, he wanted her to stay. They’d live the rest of their lives together. Doing as they pleased until the end. But she’d rather take the chance and sacrifice her life.

This was the difference between the two.