#skyrim yandere

[yanderesbeloveddarling]

the dragonborn at the hands of alduin continuation of this. bad things happen bingo: I have you now, my pretty

the dragonborn in alduin's nest. a trophy. the world already belongs to him, and now there's no hope for a savior.

he looks over to his kingdom of horrors from the top of the world, the fallen warriors littering the white snow in piles, even those of dragons that crossed him. that dared to question him.

he curls his tail around you, almost like a hug, his dominating stare focused on you. the tip of his tail snakes up to your face, gently caressing your cheek. it's hard to get used to it, even after giving up on fighting back.

"it is sealed." his voice booms. "the world is mine. so are you."

you say nothing. there's no question, no desire for your input.

the tail pushes against your stomach as if to taunt you, pushing you against his large body. it slowly lowers down between your legs, gaze intently watching you while it rubs against your sensitive spot.

you can't keep your voice down. he doesn't care about your pleasure, though, as much as he enjoys knowing it humiliates you. the intrusion is soon— then sudden, hard and unforgiving. a muffled scream is pulled out through your gritted jaw. all you can do is feel the ground under your hands, claw at it so you don't dare to start a fight you won't win. it's all your under control. as long as you take it, you will survive. as long as you take it, so will the world.

[yourgothdolly]

All are welcome in the Temple of Mara🖤

reblog if i should take 5 more mg edible!!

[yanderemommabean]

I need to blow Cicero's back out and make him shoot blanks :)

(I don't expect a response, just wanted to say it to someone who understands)

NO BUT SAME THOUGH?

Need to have that man gasping and gripping the sheets, tearing the fabric, begging and shaking, asking fro at least a break, only to be made to whimper and groan in horror when we keep going

He had a choke hold on me for a WHHIILLLEEEE too, him and the Jarl of Falkreath

-Mommabean (I tip my hat to you bean, you have good taste)

[ddarker-dreams]

Chrollo a thighs, boobs or ass kinda guy?

thighs.

this discovery has been confirmed through extensive quantitative research.

there's something about the soft plushness of your thighs when you sit down while wearing shorts, or how the hem of your skirt brushes over the skin that really captures his attention. he will stare and he won't bother hiding his interest.

tights reign superior up at the top. there's no art in existence that could even compare. a useful tidbit to learn, you'll think.

interestingly enough, he compliments your physical appearance sparingly, though not due to any shyness on his part. he wants each instance to be special. painfully memorable, a stain you can never wash off.

it has to be intimate, it has to have impact. he doesn't want your heart to just flutter, he wants it to pound hard enough that it hurts. he'll draw you in close, curate a little world where no one aside from the two of you exist.

he'll settle his a hand on your knee, move it up higher in by inch.

"you're lovely," he'll murmur. then, he gives the flesh a hearty squeeze. "the curious little indents you left inside the lock, though... not so much. will you show me anything else as due compensation?"

[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.

———

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.

———

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.

——

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.

[yanderes-galore]

Skyrim yandere paarthurnax concept? Platonic cuz He is like a grandpa

-☢️ Anon

Sure, still super new to Skyrim so I'm learning the characters through research. I hope I got things somewhat right. Made Darling a Dragonborn for plot reasons.

Yandere! Platonic! Paarthurnax Concept

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation, Dubious companionship, Thoughts of kidnapping, Paranoia, Familial yandere.

Paarthurnax is one of the most friendly dragons in Skyrim, having kept his natural habits in check via meditation.

His purpose is to train the Dragonborn certain shouts to defeat his brother, Alduin.

In terms of how he'd meet you the only way I can think of is you yourself are a Dragonborn.

That way you'd have a reason to meet with the wise dragon and form a connection.

Paarthurnax hasn't talked to others for a century by the time you meet him, instead he passes the time by meditation.

However he is a dragon that loves conversation.

Being a Dragonborn would make it easier for Paarthurnax to form a connection with you.

You have the blood and soul of a dragon like him, even if you are a mortal.

Speaking with you and being your elder teacher makes him understand you more and more.

This is the way I imagine Paarthurnax could be a platonic yandere towards a mortal darling.

Like in the game I imagine he'd talk to you like family whenever he saw you.

He acknowledges you like another dragon, a student to take under his wing.

He's a teacher, a wise old dragon who wishes to speak to you about old tales and lessons.

Paarthurnax would definitely act like some sort of parent/grandpa/teacher to you.

He wants to train your powers, even if you may be the one to slay his brother (or not).

I'd imagine he'd talk to you for hours, even if the mountain's cold air appears to freeze your skin.

No matter, he'll teach you how to create a fire to warm yourself.

He seems so kind despite his past nature, which he still keeps in check.

However his past nature and craving for domination may still spark up at times during his obsession.

I imagine what make Paarthurnax attached to you is it feels like he's talking to his own kind when he speaks to you.

You eagerly listen and learn from him... is it so wrong to feel a bit possessive?

He likes your attention and doesn't mind keeping you close to him to stay warm on the mountain.

Paarthurnax never leaves the mountain, he's always close by.

The dragon mediates when you aren't around to entertain him with conversation, even when you do come to speak he offers you to meditate with him.

Paarthurnax loves your presence and feels at ease due to your old soul within you.

The old dragon tends to worry when you leave for long periods of time but he cannot blame you.

You have your own duties, he is just an old dragon hiding from those who wish to kill him.

However he does try to convince you to stay longer with him.

He uses his teachings as an excuse to keep you around.

You're like a young child... one that still has so much to learn.

Which is why you need him.

The dragon is most attached to you more than anything, seeing you as family to keep him company.

He doesn't mind lighting a fire for you or allowing you to huddle closer to his large frame.

In his eyes he must take care of you, raise you, and guide you.

If anything ever hurt you that behavior he tries so hard to hide sparks up in momentary fury.

Yet... the old and wise dragon keeps himself calm with meditation.

You are strong, dragon blood runs through you.

He must not worry about you.

Paarthurnax is not a yandere to kill in his current state.

He's given up such behavior to teach mortals.

That's why he dedicates so much time to meditation.

As much as the idea appeals him internally, he forces himself to just protect you.

He'll teach you how to protect yourself.

He'll bestow great strength onto you so you may thrive.

Paarthurnax has potential to cause chaos for the one he cares for.

But he never does in the end.

He's content with watching you stroll up his mountain for chat.

He eagerly encourages you to stay longer and longer so he may influence you.

You make him happy... yet he must keep you free.

As much as he would love for you to stay at the mountain forever, it cannot be done.

Paarthurnax is a calm dragon who's willing to wait for you to return to him no matter how long it takes.

The thought that you might never return, however, strikes unpleasant feelings in the dragon.

What if you never come back to him?

For one reason or another... he dreads the idea of you never returning.

These thoughts continue to spark violent thoughts in the dragon that he can't seem to silence.

If he doesn't do something to prevent such a fate for his student... his family... his fellow dragon blood, then he might cause more carnage to the rest of the mortals in blind rage.

So if that's the case... would it really be all that bad if he planned to keep you here with him next time you came to visit?

[gracynvh]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53044045/chapters/135516118

New chapter of my Skyrim AU is up! I hope you all enjoyed. Wally and Y/N visit a town and secrets are revealed

Please read the TW before this chapter. There is violence. Art by Cofi-Still and slxxpynorski

[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.

[yanderesbeloveddarling]

bad things happen: puclic humiliation

the dragonborn

the dragonborn is such a grand figure. it's tantalising to think them humiliated. in more ways than one.

i like to think a public victory for alduin... but honestly anybody who can manage to bring the dragonborn to their knees would do. what are ordinary people to do when their hero is stripped and claimed in the streets?

for alduin/miraak it would be the ultimate trophy. key to the city, as if, and key to power. they would parade an injured, helpless dragonborn as horrified citizens watch.

far worse than being forcibly taken is, however, getting used to act on your own. accept your fate and open your legs. claw at your assaulter's back without fighting back, without pushing away. maybe crawling to them and opening your mouth on your own. as they smile at you, because they know they have won.

do you see the vision: streets of solitude. horrified citizens closing their doors or watching from safety in terror as the dragonborn lifts their head, naked, covered in bruises and dirt. alduin/miraak looks down smugly.

maybe miraak and alduin worked together, and now they get to enjoy the spoils of their war.

[yanderelovlies]

The two of your twirled around the large room as you let out a giggle. Jack smiled lovingly down at you, almost completely forgetting where the two of you were.

"Don't keep the dragonborne to yourself!" Before Jack could react, a nord came behind him, taking you away from him. Immediately, Jack's smile fell as you and the nord danced further from him.

Your smile didn't seem bright. In fact, it seemed forced. He began to make his way to you, wanting to save you from whatever this guy was doing. However, once again before he could reach you, you were twirled into the arms of a wood elf. This happened a couple more times before you pulled away from whatever partner you were with.

You didn't hesitate to find your way to Jack with a nervous laugh. "I forgot how joyful the people of Skyrim can be when celebrating."

Jack hummed with a nod before he gently grabbed your hand. "How about we step outside for a bit sunshine." You nodded, following the bigger nord outside the dining hall.

Even as the big doors shut behind you two, you can hear the party still raging inside. Jack let go of your hand, his gaze going up to the sky. Besides the muffled music and laughter, it was quiet before Jack finally spoke, his eyes never leaving the night sky. "It's over, huh?" You looked up at him questioningly."I mean. Alduin is gone, and the world is safe again... I guess it time to start looking for new work."

Though he wasn't looking at you, he could see the shocked expression from the corner of his eye. "Are you leaving? why?"

It was Jack's turn to look at you with a raised eyebrow. "I thought you were gonna focus on the companions now?"

"Yes, as Harbinger, I think it's best to do so, but I'm not sure why that means you have to leave. Was it Vilkas? If so, he doesnt-"

Jack shook his head, his eyes finally meeting yours. "No. I know how Vilkas is. I'm not a companion, Sunshine. I'm not sure they will take too kindly to me hanging around."

You took a hold of his hand, making him visibly perk up "Jack I WANT you by my side. If the others have a problem with it, then they can take up with me."

Jack could feel his face go hot. This felt like a confession, and he would be lying if he said he didn't want that. "Do you mean-"

You look up at him, love and determination shining bright in your eyes. "I love you Jack...I wanted to tell you after the celebrations away from everyone, but too late, I suppose."

Jack could feel his whole body light up. You loved him possibly as much as he loved you! "d...do you mean it?"

Now you were fully facing hold both of his large calloused hands in your own. "More then you could ever know."

That was all Jack needed to hear as he pulled you into deep yet passionate kiss. He wasn't exactly sure what the future holds for the two of you, but God's above is he glad he is by your side.

[yanderemommabean]

Playing Skyrim again and damn Alduin can get it with that voice! Listening to all of his voice clips, used and unused, and when he acknowledges and praises you. I get the feeling that "my teeth to your neck dovahkin" for a yandere Alduin doesn't mean he wants to kill you lol.

"My teeth in your neck and my seed in your womb" is more along the lines of what he'd say. You're telling me he isn't down bad for someone able to kill him? Please.

"Such a strong warrior, wasted. Betrayed and belittled at every turn. The arrogance of your kind never ceases". You'll be trapped and curled in his tail, looking up to see the true eyes of evil as he stares at you almost amused.

Try as you might, fighting is futile, this beast is going to do with you as he pleases. You're the fearsome Dragonborn, surely you can survive whatever he dished out right?

Until you land in his nest in what seems to be another world entirely, and realize he didn't exactly plan on killing you.

-Mommabean

[hellohelo0909]

How do I explaing to people that my top three games are: a buggy 13 year old open world rpg, a silly anti-capitalist farming sim and a dating sim where you become a family therapist for 9 dysfunctional demons.

[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.

——

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.

----

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.

[glitchbitchwritingblog]

Precious: Yandere Ancano x NonDB!Fem!Apprentice Mage! Reader

Yandere Ancano x Non-DB! Fem!Apprentice Mage! Reader Part One

 From the moment he laid eyes on you,you were trapped. There was no way to escape or run away,your fate had been sealed. He watched you in your classes and during your break times,he rarely didn't know where you were. During his time observing you,Ancano noticed that you weren't very good at taking care of yourself. You often forgot to eat and sleep,there were even occasions where you fainted during class due to exhaustion.

Obviously you don't know how to take care of yourself so he has to take care of you himself. You'll thank him one day and until then he can easily handle you.

It was easy setting up a secret place not even his superiors knew about. He made sure everything was perfect for the both of you. You had your own room of course,he knew you'd need your own space and would be quite fussy in the beginning. He had made sure your bed was made of the best materials money could buy,your sheets were of good linen and your pillows and comforters stuffed with feathers. Your second blanket,as you often slept with two on the rare occasion you did sleep in your dorm room,was made of a soft blue velvet and would keep you nice and snug. On the floor of the room were two soft black rugs made from the pelt of two cave bears,the floor itself made of gray stone. The walls were made of cobblestone and beautiful tapestries depicting love stories decorated the walls. A fireplace kept the room warm,two chairs and a table facing it,and a bookshelf full of many different books sat against the wall to the left of it. All that needed to be done to it was to put some candles in it.

The night Ancano finally captured you,you had agreed to aid him in testing a tea he had made. He had told you he was trying to make the perfect tea for his father back in the Summerset Isles. He'd taste it himself but he had been trying for so long all the flavors tasted the same. You were so sweet as you drank the tea,complimenting him on its subtle notes of Jasmine,and you became even cuter when you fell asleep in his chair,completely left to his mercy.

[yanderes-galore]

May I possibly have a romantic yandere rivalry between bulgruff (the jarl of Whiterun) and jarl ulfric with last dragonborn nord darling? Also *offers holiday cookies* enjoy ^^

Sure you can! Sorry this was late ^^;

Yandere! Jarl Balgruuf vs Yandere! Jarl Ulfric

(Last Dragonborn! Nord! Darling)

Pairing: Romantic - Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Rivalry, Violence, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Blood mentioned, Murder, War, Kidnapping mentioned once, Marriage mentioned at times, Forced relationship implied.

According to the wiki, these two have some history together.

Balgruuf was originally a neutral party, not wishing to involve Whiterun in the civil war.

Yet Ulfric sees anyone who doesn't side with him as an enemy... forcing Balgruuf to side with the Imperials.

Overall this becomes not only a yandere rivalry... but a fight between Imperials and Stormcloaks.

You being The Last Dragonborn would certainly make the obsession worse.

The two would not only like the Dragonborn to be on their side... but it appears they also wish to court you too.

Which brings up old rivalries between the two Jarls.

You met the two relatively close together.

Ulfric was there when you were to be executed before Alduin crashed the execution.

Then you met Balgruuf later and became an ally.

You most likely didn't involve yourself in the civil war conflict until later, too busy dealing with dragons and Miraak to bother.

Despite this, both Jarls have kept track of your progress.

Balgruuf meets you more often, especially during the Alduin crisis.

He's had a spouse before... but she's never brought up during the events of Skyrim.

So for this... we can assume she's just not in the picture.

Balgruuf is used to you aiding Whiterun.

He's provided you hospitality as you were finding yourself... but now look at you!

A skilled Dragonborn and hero who has visited every city there is in Skyrim.

The Jarl of Whiterun finds himself falling for you each time you enter Whiterun to visit.

Even more so if you happen to have an Amulet of Mara on your person.

Then there's Ulfric who comes across you a few times.

Such as when you trap a dragon in Whiterun and when you visit Windhelm for trade.

Of course Ulfric has heard of you, you're a hero and a well-known Nord.

Part of him no doubt wishes to recruit you since he feels you understand his plight as a fellow Nord.

Another part of him feel his heart speed up when he notices you with an Amulet of Mara around your neck.

All this time and you're not claimed?

Courting you begins to be like some sort of power play between the two.

Unlike a General Tullius vs Ulfric Stormcloak rivalry... Balgruuf and Ulfric are both Nords.

So they'll be settling this the Nord way.

Through honorable battle.

I imagine things only get more complicated if you are not a neutral party.

They'd act differently if you sided with Imperials or Stormcloaks.

Siding with Imperials, Balgruuf goes along with it and follows that side with you.

Siding with Stormcloaks, Ulfric praises you and has you storm Whiterun by his side.

I imagine their rivalry would conclude when Whiterun is attacked or when Windhelm is.

Be you a defender or an attacker... it ends there.

If Ulfric wins the battle of Whiterun, he'd walk right up to Balgruuf and fight him.

Ulfric may just kill the Jarl there, he didn't just send his men there... he wanted to end that Jarl himself due to you....

It feels nice to plunge his blade into Balgruuf's gut... watching the blood spill before Ulfric turns to you.

Afterwards, Ulfric may just take you away by force if you're Imperial.

Then there's an alternate version where you storm Windhelm and have General Tullius end Ulfric.

Ulfric would've died happy by your hands... but you don't give him the satisfaction.

Balgruuf wouldn't loved to slit Ulfric's throat himself....

Afterwards Balgruuf would summon you back to Whiterun... no doubt to propose.

There's many different ways to tackle this, especially with their already established rivalry between one another.

If you're neutral in the war then one of them may just kidnap you (Most likely Ulfric).

I don't doubt they'd kill each other.

Especially if it meant one of them got you.

War or not, the two won't compromise when it comes to you.

Balgruuf thinks you could be a wonderful parent to his children in Whiterun.

While Ulfric thinks you could help him fix Skyrim as his spouse.

Who wins no doubt depends on your choices and the war as a whole...

Hopefully you make the right choices.

[gracynvh]

New chapter is up https://archiveofourown.org/works/53044045/chapters/136144813 enjoy! Art is by Virobron and is a WIP