#martin septim fanfiction

[titvs-androgynous]

they really made Martin say "I won't ask what you went through to obtain this, my friend" when you hand him the Daedric artefact and expected us to be normal about him huh

[aladaylessecondblog]

TES Lore: Prophecy says you cannot fix what will happen. These people are doomed to die and nothing can change that.

Me, wielding fanfic:

[nine-blessed-hero]

A Wrong Turn but a Right Deed

CW: Single graphic depiction of a child's death This... is maybe not what anyone was expecting - least of all me. Triggered by this post by @groundrootvegetable. Tagging @hannah-heartstrings and @wispstalk as they expressed interest.

When Martin and his Hero leave Kvatch, it's by way of the sandy heathland at the city's back. It's safer, says the hero; the only dangers are desperate wolves come down from the Highlands. They walk for three days, meeting resistance neither from bandits, animals or terrain. It is only as they crest a small rise, the land falling away in a dramatic sweep and a salt-air breeze rising to meet them, that they realise something is amiss. Martin purses his lips. "Either Lake Rumare is significantly larger than I recall, or we have taken a wrong turn…" The Hero simply curses the Abecean's merry little waves.

Since they're here, Martin suggests going into Anvil. The Hero isn't happy about it, but supplies are needed. With Matius' cuirass rolled in the Hero's pack, they'll simply be a pair of refugees. The hazy mist burns away as they make their way down the cliffs, revealing a sky as clear and empty as the azure Abecean. Despite it being the end of summer, the air warms quickly around them, as if the Gold Coast hasn't quite gotten notice of the changing season. They trudge on with increasing stickiness, halting only when the lighthouse hoves into view.

The sands between them swarm with people. There's laughter and singing and sounds of splashing in the air. In the warm waters, older children frolic while elders swim sedately. On the beach, men play-wrestle and race while women help young ones shape the wet sands into crenelated forts. Their liveliness is incongruous with the horrors Hero and Priest have just witnessed. Both stand, dumbstruck, until a gull's harsh call prompts the Hero into action.

The Hero, eyes intent and wide, says, "You should wait here. There's too many people. We can't risk someone spotting you and commenting on it around the wrong ears." Martin ducks his chin, a pallor under the ruddy glow of his cheeks. "Here." The Hero manoeuvres him around the side of a boulder. "Sit here. You won't be visible, but you can see down the beach both ways. Don't talk to anyone. If you see someone approaching that doesn't look right, you run and hide nearby. I will find you." Martin nods dumbly, siting where he's told, eyes glazed. "And Brother Martin?" His focus snaps back to his Hero, unlooping some trinket from around their neck. "I will come back," the Hero says, pressing the trinket into his hand. Then, just like that, the Hero is gone. Ownerless footprints track away from him and there is nothing for him to do but settle back, watching the people of Anvil frolic from behind his stone barrier.

He's so engrossed with his watch, that Martin starts with surprise when, sometime later, a purple leather ball bounces along the sand, rolling to a stop on his side of the boulder. High voices call out and a child of around ten summers comes trotting after the ball. Lithe but short, dark hair and dark skin, he instantly reminds Martin of a child in the Kvatch congregation. "Hi," the boy grins. Martin's gore rises as he recalls finding his parishioner cloven in two, mere paces from his home. The boy frowns. "You okay there, mister?" Abruptly, Martin realises what he must look like, with blood smeared over his cassock. Heavens' forfend! – what he must smell like. "Yes. Thank you. I… was… helping deliver a child at one of the farmsteads." He smiles. "A healthy little girl. I'm afraid I may have dozed off on my way back to chapel." "Okay," the boy says.

He scampers off with his ball, and Martin thinks that will be the end of it. But no; the boy returns shortly with a flask. Shly, he holds it out. "It's Aloe and Watermelon. Nice and refreshing." Martin finds he has to blink several times before he can take it, his vision suddenly hazy. "Thank you, my child," he says, voice thick. "This is most kind of you." The drink is indeed sweet and refreshing – perhaps the best thing Martin has ever tasted. "S'alright," the boy says, kicking his heel. "Mam says you should always offer a hand to them as looks like they needs it. And you…" He goes shy again, waving a hand to complete his point. "Your mother is very wise, and raising a good son." Martin passes the flask back as the boy ducks his chin, colour rising in his cheeks. "Thanks. And, hey." The boy's head shoots back up with another grin. "If you need any help getting home, ours is the yellow and purple parasol. Just come ask for Lazarus."

[sigrid-of-solstheim]

I took a long break over the holidays, but I'm back with the latest chapter!

The Diary and Personal Writings of Nerio Ventus, Champion of Cyrodiil (24,973 words) by Sigrid_of_Solstheim Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion, Elder Scrolls Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: No Romantic Relationship(s)

A snippet:

As I passed a road sign for Kvatch a while ago, images of devastation, death, and despair swirled back into the forefront of my mind. I still wear the livery of Kvatch -the black wolf emblazoned on my tabard. It serves as a grim reminder of all that’s at stake. There have been few other travellers on the road thus far, but those I’ve met, all speak in fear of gates to Oblivion that have opened not just in Cyrodiil, but all across the continent. It makes me wonder about home. What of my company? What of the cities and towns of Skyrim? Will the peaceful fields of Whiterun burn like Kvatch? Despite my best efforts, these morbid thoughts now afflict me. I am sickened to the heart, but I must go on. I will root out this cult, even if it kills me. 

[hannah-heartstrings]

Lecrinn introducing Martin and Garrus:

Martin: It's good to meet you, Garrus! Lecrinn's told me so much about you.

Lecrinn: Not that much! 😅

Garrus: Thank you, sir, it's nice to meet you too. I've heard a good deal about you as well.

Jauffre: You're not supposed to tell anyone about Martin!

Lecrinn: *😅 intensifies*

[abstractredd]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Elder Scrolls, Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Lucien Lachance/Martin Septim Characters: Lucien Lachance, Martin Septim, Jauffre (Elder Scrolls), Ocato (Elder Scrolls) Additional Tags: Rare Pairings, where the FUCK are you Marcien nation wake up, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Forbidden Love, Introspection, not beta we die like... well. Summary:

It was hard to describe what it was they had, Martin and Lucien.

[ghoulingcooper]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandoms: Elder Scrolls, Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion

Relationships: Female Hero of Kvatch | Champion of Cyrodiil/Martin Septim, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Characters: Martin Septim, Baurus (Elder Scrolls), Jena (Elder Scrolls), Caroline (Elder Scrolls), Cyrus (Oblivion), Achille (Oblivion), Arcturus (Oblivion), Captain Steffan (Elder Scrolls), Female Hero of Kvatch | Champion of Cyrodiil

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Texting, Humor, Fluff, Secret Relationship, Sneaking Around

Summary: where did baurus' gin go???? the groupchat investigates.

for @da3drat <3

[silentstaresfanficandfanart]

I wrote another transimgration fic because Martin DESERVED BETTER im not sure if im giving him something better but my point stands-

[druidx]

WIP Drinking Game

Yoinked from @blind-the-winds

Rules: Create a drinking game that one could theoretically play while reading your WIP, using recurring themes or writing elements.

Tagging: @wildswrites @aalinaaaaaa @thewriteflame @aquadestinyswriting @artdecosupernova-writing @autumnalwalker @blind-the-winds @eli-writes-sometimes @hannahcbrown @oh-no-another-idea @rhikasa @swordsoulwrites @winglesswriter @andromeda-grace @writingmaidenwarrior

WIP name: The Ruby Falls

Take a sip whenever:

Someone comments on Aderyn's weight, eating habits or offers her food (forcefully or otherwise)

Martin & Baurus touch, pre-revelation

Someone is referred to by a nickname (ex. Rook, Gramps, B)

Aderyn gets another scar

Take a shot whenever:

Aderyn knowingly and flagrantly breaks the law (such as impersonating a cop, B&E)

The Ruby Key is referred to as "warm from body heat"

Someone mentions Aderyn being domesticated

Down your drink whenever:

Aderyn does something Penetration Tester related

Someone mentions 'red-drink'

Martin & Baurus get together

Pour one out for the fallen when:

Martin and Baurus break up

Aderyn gets THE scar

Martin is taken to hospital

[philosopherbouquet]

Rating: Teen And Up Audience

Warnings: Major Character Death

Chapters: 7/7

Fandom: Elder Scrolls: Oblivion, Elder Scrolls

Relationships: Hero of Kvatch | Champion of Cyrodiil & Martin Septim

Characters: Hero of Kvatch | Champion of Cyrodiil, Martin Septim, Jauffre (Elder Scrolls), Blades (Elder Scrolls), Lucien Lachance, Mehrunes Dagon

Additional Tags: TES Summer Fest (Elder Scrolls), Fandom Week, TES Summer Fest 2023, Magic, Angst, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Oblivion Main Quest, Explicit Language, tesfest23, Some Plot, This follows along Oblivion's main questline, Minor inaccurate take on the Imperial Cult Religion, Canonical Character Death, Explicit langauge is mainly for chapter 3, Unhappy Ending, Shivering Isles (Elder Scrolls), Mentally Unwell Hero of Kvatch, Complete

SUMMARY: From the priest of Akatosh to now Cyrodiil last hope and only chance of survival, Martin has a lot of opinions about everything. None more so than about the Hero of Kvatch.

For TES SummerFest 2023

@tes-summer-fest​   

[not-your-night-mother]

Working on my commission prices with miss Alysia

[umbracirrus]

Oh!! I don't know if I've mentioned but alongside a slowly growing pile of WIPs, my Balgruuf/Dragonborn fic, and my Hermaeus Mora cross stitch, I've actually been doing some writing for Oblivion? Based on my HoK that I drew and was probably my first post on here. It's only meant to be a four part HoK/Martin Septim thing based around the end of the main quest, parts of Shivering Isles, and a lil' bit beyond, and have been slowly chipping away at it for months. I've been really liking some of the progress and want to share part of it!!

The Imperial City was still a good half-day’s journey from where the Blades had camped out, and the feeling in Aelia’s chest was both relieved yet bittersweet. It was both where her journey had begun, on that fateful day in which the city guards had mistaken her for another and had her arrested, and with luck, it would also be where it ended once Martin officially took on the mantle of Emperor and lit the Dragonfires. She obviously wouldn’t be laying down her sword, but it would be the closure of what was no doubt the most dramatic chapter of her life, and the opening of a new one.

It looked so small from where they were, up in the hills near to Aleswell. Almost insignificant.

“It’s quite the sight, isn’t it…?” A voice, that of the soon-to-be Emperor, drew her mind out of its current wandering as she gave a slight nod. Martin was stood just behind her, to the side, looking at where she had sat herself down at the edge of a grassy verge. “Mind if I join you?”

All that she needed to do was pat at the grass beside her, and he was quick to make his way to the ground and sit by her side. A hand, warm and perhaps just as calloused as her own from all the recent battles, found its way towards the one which she had never bothered with returning to her lap. Words were not needed in that moment, that simple action was enough to convey what was on their minds.

Worry for what was to come, but hope for the future beyond.

None of the other Blades sought to interrupt the quiet between the two of them, aside from the occasional approaching of their location to see if they were still there, still safe.

The first time in which either of them made any sort of noise was when a butterfly emerged and landed atop her hair which she had let loose during this brief downtime, something which went unnoticed by her but managed to somewhat amuse him.

Martin pulled his hand away from hers, and turned to face her. “Hold still for a second,” he muttered, now reaching over towards her head. All that she could really do was look at him, confused, until he drew back, the creature now settled on his finger. “This little thing landed on you. Didn’t want you to end up running your hand through your hair and swatting it away, because I have seen you doing that a lot lately… at least when I have actually had a chance to see you.”

It wasn’t a lie. She had been moving almost non-stop ever for what felt like the past two, three months. More or less since she had needed to seek out an artefact of Daedric origin in order to make her way to Mankar Camoran. The only times in which she had been able to rest and recuperate were when Martin had ordered it of her. Usually, he had taken it upon himself to ensure that she had got the rest that she needed, escorting her to his personal quarters as opposed to the communal sleeping quarters.

The butterfly took off moments later, and Aelia let out a quiet laugh at the disappointed “oh…!” he had given off as a result. In turn, he started chuckling at her reaction once the dismay at the bug flying off had worn away.

When the laughter wore off, the hand which had previously been used to recover the butterfly from her hair reached out for her face, his thumb stroking across her cheek, before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She accepted the gentle action wholeheartedly, bringing her own hand up to his. They then parted slightly; their foreheads pressed together as blue gazed into green.

“Martin… Would it be selfish if I were to ask for another?”

“Not when it is something that we both want.”

[aladaylessecondblog]

Just No (Elder Scrolls one-shot)

Author's Note: Martin Septim is the Nerevarine

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"Friend or traitor, co...no."

"No?" Martin asked.

"An Imperial? Azura made you an IMPERIAL?" Dagoth Ur was bristling with anger.

"It gets worse," Martin shook his head, and reached into his pocket, retrieving the Amulet of Kings--then putting it on. "They told me I was the emperor's bastard son."

It took Dagoth Ur a moment to recover. He walked away, returned, and seemed to be struggling for words.

"You think I wanted this?"

"No. No. This is--hold on, I'll deal with you, but--I need to speak to Azura first and have a nice long conversation about this joke, because clearly she meant it as one."

[nine-blessed-hero]

The Ruby Falls by DruidX

Summary: The Ruby Falls is the story of a man surprised by love, of a woman finding her place in the world, and of a man elevated to his true calling. This is not the story of a happily ever after – that's something that comes later. This is a story of the way things begin, and what happens on the way to the end. ~Updating every Month, or thereabouts

Fandom: Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Baurus/Martin Septim, Female Hero of Kvatch | Champion of Cyrodiil & Martin Septim, Baurus & Female Hero of Kvatch | Champion of Cyrodiil Characters: Female Hero of Kvatch | Champion of Cyrodiil, Martin Septim, Baurus (Elder Scrolls), Jauffre (Elder Scrolls), Hieronymus Lex, The Gray Fox (Elder Scrolls), Blades (Elder Scrolls), Methredhel (Elder Scrolls), Amusei (Elder Scrolls), Thieves Guild (Elder Scrolls), Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Modryn Oreyn Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Canon-Typical Violence, Religion - Christianity, Swearing, Slurs, Smoking, Blood and Injury, Injury Recovery, Alcohol, Asexual Character, Non-Canonical Minor Character Death, I get one death - as a treat Series: Part 27 of Haven's Ember

[thesunscompanion]

Hey, I'm Mercer

I write fanfiction, mostly for the Elder Scrolls. I'm a transman, an Australian currently living in Scotland, and autistic. Though you could probably get that from this blog.

Current works

Home Once Lost

Ever since she was a kid, Callie Menkin has dreamed of golden knights and twilight women. When she finds herself in a world full of magic and monsters, gods and ghosts, she realises that maybe her dreams were not so much dreams, but prophecy.

Arrested for a murder she didn't commit, her new life is threatened by those that wish to destroy it. Delving into the depths of hell, she must fight for the life she created away from the man that hurt her, and both her sword and her heart are put to the test.

She stands in the shadow of the Sun's Companion, but she is finally stepping into the light.

[hannah-heartstrings]

Stalemate

Happy Birthday @druidx! Hopefully it’s not weird that I know that, I saw you mention it in a tag and ideas started turning.

But your support has helped keep me writing and helped me improve, which means a lot. So to say thanks here’s a quick fic of Baurus making Martin rest.

And inviting the rest of my taglist to the party: @babyblueetbaemonster @inkysqueed

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           Warm light flickered across the stone floor as the fireplace crackled, it turning to a blur as Baurus’s eyelids drooped. As his head began to nod he quickly straightened, snapping himself back awake. “All right, Martin,” he walked over to the table covered in a pile of books, “time for bed.”

           He didn’t look up, even as Baurus's shadow cast across the pages. “Good night then.”

           “I meant you.”

           “I know,” he flipped a page, “I was just ignoring it.”

           He looked annoyed from beside him. “Don’t you need to protect your mind?”

           “From the Mysterium Xarxes, I’m reading the commentaries right now.”

           “I know,” the edge in his voice grew, “but you won’t be able to protect yourself if you’re sleep deprived.”

           Martin’s tone grew irritated back. “I can’t sleep even if I try so why bother?”

           “You might; you can at least rest your mind.”

           He looked up slightly, gaze distant. “Being idle isn’t as restful as you may think.”

           “You don’t have to worry about the crisis, our friend is taking care of it, you should take care of yourself. At least read something that isn’t about daedra.”

           A particularly loud crackle came from the fire, as if agreeing with Baurus.

           Martin looked back down at the book. “I’d rather keep working; you should go on to bed though.”

           “I need to guard you.”

           “I’m surrounded by thick walls and patrols, I’ll be fine.”

           He narrowed his eyes, considering. “You really want me to get some sleep?”

           “One of us might as well.”

           Rounding the table he sat across Martin. “I’ll go to sleep when you do.”

           “What?” His gaze snapped up at him.

           Crossing his arms, he leaned back. “Your move.”

           He sighed. “Seems we’re at a stalemate.”

           “No, a stalemate’s when neither side can do anything. You’re just being stubborn.”

           “I’m not the only one.” He noticed his heavy eyelids, eyes starting to water. “It doesn’t matter though,” he looked back down, “you’re about to fall asleep anyway.”

           Annoyed, he scooted the chair back, standing up.

           “Good night,” he gave a victorious smirk.

           “Nah, I’m just getting some coffee, seems like it’s going to be a long night.”

           He sighed. “…All right, fine.”

           They parted ways in the hallway, Baurus hurrying off to the barracks.

           Martin continued on to his room, sitting on his bed and listening as footsteps went back and forth. When they stopped he waited a moment then crept across the room, pleased with his scheme. Sliding his door open he paused surprised as a Blade stood there. “Roliand?”

           “Hello your highness, Baurus said I needed to guard your room.”

           He sighed.

           “He also said to give you a message.”

           “Oh?” he asked already annoyed.

           He looked a tad confused as he delivered it. “I’m supposed to tell you: checkmate.”