#the elder scroll x reader

[ma1dmer]

The Elder Scrolls - Miraak NSFW

i read a very specific smut fic,,,,,girl,,,,,,,

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): he let's you stay close to him as he returns to his 'research' ,he’ll let you place your head on his lap and play with your hair as you drift off to sleep

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): he loves your mouth, will trace his fingers over your lips before every kiss, or simply shove them into your mouth for you to wet, getting distracted by the warmth and the way your tongue circles each digit as you look up at him 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): definitely has a breeding kink, always growls about the possibility of knocking you up right as he is about to cum, telling you to be good for him and not let anything leak out

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): his imagination runs quite wild, has some fantasies that he sometimes brings up in the form of dirty talk but so far hasn’t actually sat you down to discuss about fulfilling them , some include using some magic on you, maybe some of the stuff he has learned throughout his time under hermaeus mora and some of fucking you as a group of his followers watch

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): he has a lot of experience, he is the first dragonborn , and even without the big title and ego, he has been alive for so long, this man fucked and still fucks

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): you on your knees or bent over some surface, your legs and arms restrained so he has full access to your body, his hands bruising your hips

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): he is definitely more serious, he can be quite intense and he does enjoy the way he can make you nervous, he’ll chuckle about how you are scared but your body still reacts to him

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): he is very hairy but keeps himself surprisingly tidy

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): he can be quite the charmer, he enjoys a bit of a classical courtship sometimes, playfully trying to woo you, wants to play the role of finally winning you over before he has his way with you

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): he’d much rather have someone else to help him but if he can’t , he likes to take his time , does some light edging on himself and thinks of how he'd like your next meeting to go, how he’ll have you scream for him 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): bdsm, praise and degradation etc

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): has no shame, after being in apocrypha for so long where privacy probably wasn’t much of a thing he just got used to being watched, would honestly not care if someone walked in on you

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): submission, he wants to see you kneel for him, wants you to expose yourself for him and plead, leave yourself at his mercy 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): not much he couldn't be convinced into trying at least once with the right wording

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): loves cock warming , loves having you on your knees simply letting you do your thing for hours before he remembers you are there and thrusts up in the heat of your mouth

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): it really depends ,he is definitely rougher, but whether he goes slowly or not is up to his mood

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): wants to take his time with you , he has nothing but time in his hand, hates being rushed

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): he generally knows what he likes but is more than happy to indulge your interests every now and then

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): he has a lot of stamina and a lot of pent up frustration to burn out

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): wants to watch you use various toys on yourself, things he bought or made for you, telling you exactly how to use them and constantly stopping you right as you get close to finishing because he wants to make you cum himself

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): can be quite mean with his teasing in and out of bed

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): he does not stay silent, he groans deeply and speaks a lot ,no reason to keep quite, he wants you to hear how much he is enjoying himself

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): he is surprisingly sensitive, loves when you rake your nails over his chest or when you drag your teeth over his throat, he always has to restrain you just so he can keep more of a semblance of control, otherwise he gets lost in the pleasure of your touch

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): i wish i could say he is compensating for something with that ego of his, but its big and it curves slightly

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): he has a really high sex drive but has a very good grasp on his needs, always weighs his options, does he want you right now, or does he want to wait for later in the night so he can take his time

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): i don't think he sleeps very well in general, he'd never admit so but having somebody next to him definitely helps a lot

[saturnsnakebars]

Kaidan as your boyfriend

a/n: i have noticed there is like, little to no fics on this guy. smh. also please send requests i will literally write just about anything on this guy.

warnings: very ever so slightly spicy if you squint, gender neutral reader. also this is the first fic ive ever posted on tumblr so if anything is wrong i am so sorry.

Kaidan as your boyfriend

- In the beginning, he’s extremely awkward (obvi), but deep down it comes from a place of love. Awkward flirting, conversations, just all of it.

- Becomes possessive, even before establishing an official relationship. First it was because he was your shield, so naturally he feels protective. Now you’re together officially, and he wants everyone to know!

- Nicknames!!! Especially little dragon, or any variation of dragon.

- This man is heavy on pda. I mean cmon, it’s basically in his nature. He’s proud of you and himself, being together, all of that. He wants everyone to know. He loves holding your hand in public if you’re okay with it.

- I’ve preached this for years, but he has a size!kink 100%. He loves to tease you, he loves how he can so easily tower over you.

- Of course he knows how deadly you are, and he loves it. He loves watching you in battle, except for when hits come a little too close for his liking. He knows you can defend yourself, but sometimes he just cannot help it.

- When you’re hurt, he’s immediately in helicopter mode. He’s taking care of you and getting you everything you need. ugh.

- FLIRTY. Again with the possession, he just loves to flirt. He loves making you blush, whether that be by a comment or a slight brush on your leg, he just loves it.

- Once he’s deeply in love, the flirting does not stop. But he learns to take time to admire all your features and your personality, not everything is sexual with him. He loves you, and he’s eager to know everything about you. He lives for the calm moments with you. The moments where he can just hold you and adore you. Quiet nights by the fire are never boring with you.

- Acts of service. You could probably expect this from Kai, but it only increases as your relationship progresses. This man with do anything for you, you need only to ask. Get you a room? Get you something to eat? Water? Kill someone? Sure!

- He’s not perfect. He’s navigating a healthy relationship for this first time, but just be supportive of him and communicate, and he’s the best boyfriend you could ask for.

[mamadovie]

can we get some kaidan boyfriend headcanons please???

𐙚 . . . KAIDAN.

A N: I'm not sure if I did Kaidan on my old account. But I am willing to redo the BF / GF series on this account, tbh. But, yes. Kaidan is the best BF. ♡

A B O U T: You're delusional and spend your time imagining that Kaidan is your boyfriend! (Same)

W A R N I N G S: None!

Kaidan is a hesitant person, but he loves so hard.

At first he becomes distant, you've created a friendship but he's sort of losing it mentally so he distances until he feels better.

This could last a week, hours, minutes, whatever. So he can come across as very hot and cold at first.

He also becomes more wary on your health and well-being, often telling you off for nearly hurting yourself and has the tendency to jump in and take down an enemy that even looks a bit bigger than you are, its cute at times, annoying most of the time.

He knows that you are capable, he just doesn't want to lose you.

Kaidan is a gifter. especially homemade things. From charms and bracelets to silly things like rocks he found by the beaches that looked cool and if you keep them, his heart will quite literally burst from his chest.

He takes note of everything you like and speak on, to make sure to buy something you like, attempt to cook your favourite meal to even making sure to not speak on topics that are sensitive for you.

Kaidan is a perceptive man generally, for you he is all the more watchful.

His way of asking you out is either two things:

Confessing in a tavern while drunk out of his mindddd, he is sloshed and just spills it out, and rather loudly, too. You wait till morning to finish the conversation... Or at least when his hangover isn't so bad...

Or, in the middle of a heated argument. Most likely about your health and recklessness. You are so giving, always accepting to help others and it makes him angrier than it should, you should care more for yourself! So he slips it out and the argument is long forgotten.

Once dating he is sooo goofy.

Sexual innuendos go crazy, followed with a little giggle that contrasts massively with his deep voice.

He is very touchy, especially in private and just loves the feeling of your skin on his, he likes to know that you are with him and safe.

Kaidan is a secret romantic and will write little poems on scraps of paper and draw you and things you like messily with chalk and he'd love it if you ever did it back.

After a long time travelling, his favourite thing to do it just relax with his head against your chest, your hands running through his hair as you tell him stories before you met, even if he's heard of them before.

His whole life has been filled with him learning things the harsh way and he loves to listen to silly stories from you.

His life has become so much better since you entered it, and he wouldn't change that for the world, not even his past.

[ma1dmer]

The Elder Scrolls - Harkon NSFW

i am trying to convince myself that this man doesn't look like my father, HE DOES NOT, its just his dumb goatie

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): he'll order for a bath to be drawn for you, candles lit up , tea while you sit in the warm water and any of his thralls at your immediate command

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): neck and collarbone area, he'll purposefully rest his hand at the back of your neck ,gently rubbing circles across your pulse point to feel your heartbeat, or he'll trail kisses up your arms to your shoulder and then up your neck, lingering at the little spot right behind your ear or at the hollow of your throat before he reaches your lips , he gets you expensive collars and necklaces to wear and show off,

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): will hand you something to clean yourself up after he is done, he doesn't care much for the mess

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): would definitely be into a bdsm dynamic, he wants to own you in every way possible, will shower you in lavish gifts and make sure you are always protected, however you'll belong to him , you'll be under his command , rewarded and punished as he sees fit

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): he has a lot of experience, has been alive for so long and it shows in the simple ways he can have you aching

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): he wants you bent over some sort of surface, a table or something, will kick your feet apart to spread your legs for him to fit behind you properly

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): he can be very intense, definitely on the more serious side 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): keeps himself trimmed and clean, makes sure he is always presentable 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): he can be very romantic but keeps most of it outside the bedroom, roses and a hearty meal for you before he brings you to his bedroom or suggests something more risque for your evening together

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): no longer has the need to masturbate and even so he’d prefer having you help him in this case, burying himself in you or in your mouth, but does enjoy watching you however, will pour himself some wine and sit back telling you how exactly to touch yourself, how to position yourself so he has the perfect view etc

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): pet play, some mild primal play, bdsm etc

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): the privacy of a bedroom, its not out of being particularly shy or something, its just more comfortable, however he is not above playing a few, games with you outside in the dark ,or sometimes flaunting you to the rest of the clan 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): being direct with him, he is an old man and has better things to concern himself than you playing coy games with him, tell him what you want and he'll be more than happy to help you out 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): probably anything to do with him being more submissive, it does not work for him at all

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): big fan of cock warming, keeping you on his cock for as long as he sees fit ,pretending he forgot you were even there as he strokes your hair and chuckles deeply , he will make sure to reward you later if you are good for him, returns the favour in earnest after of course living a trail of bitemarks on your thighs before throwing your legs over his shoulders and diving in properly for your reward

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): slow and rough, will drive his hips against yours with purpose, holding you tightly and leaning over you to drag his teeth against your shoulders

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): he has all the time in the world, sees no reason why he should be rushed

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): he has had plenty of time to figure out what he likes and doesn't like so he really doesn't feel the need to experiment any longer but might indulge you if he is in a giving mood

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): as a vampire he has a lot of stamina so it usually depends on how much you can take

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): definitely has a collection he uses on you, its all stashed in his room in a hidden wardrobe with a heavy lock and a key only he has access to, every time he wants to use something on you ,he'll have you kneel and wait patiently while he looks over the collection pondering how to torment you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he can be quite cruel with his teasing when he is punishing you, edging you and sending you off over and over again for days on end

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): he groans lowly, his voice rumbling from deep within his chest as he praises you and tells you what he expects from you,otherwise he remains pretty quiet

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): one of his most favoured ways to punish you is letting you get yourself off on his thigh or leg ,grinding against his boot until you cum even if it takes you hours and you are sobbing by the end,doesn’t even gaze down at you and then sends you off with a wave of his hand barely acknowledging you, definitely into some sort of boot worship

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): average but on the thicker side with a prominent vein on the side 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): he is very much in control of his needs, doesn’t have a high libido, but he does enjoy helping you out ,adores knowing you want him even if he remains entirely unaffected 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): as a vampire he doesn’t sleep often but when he does it’s by himself in his coffin, doesn’t like to be disturbed 

[mamadovie]

𐙚 . . . CICERO.

A N: Hey, lovebugs. Not a request, just a silly little idea I came up with while listening to Stalker by Stevie Howie. As usual, gender neutral reader.

A B O U T: Cicero has always loved his dearest listener. But when does love become dangerous, and how far will Cicero go?

W A R N I N G S: Stalker and obsessive themes. Cicero is just an absolute freak!

There they are.

The sanctuary finally felt like home again. Their outfit: black, red, skintight, and stained with blood; it caused an ache in Cicero's stomach as he watched with heavy and dark eyes.

Oh, how he wished he could travel with you more often.

See the world with you.

By your side. Always.

His heart thumped at the mere thought of watching you, always, guiding you.

Needing you.

Oh, how he needed you. So bad.

Your voice, ragged and rough. Your blade is still wet. Your lips curled into a slow smile. You laughed, like music to his ears.

Wait.

You're smiling. Laughing. At him? The stupid Nord, the stupid initiate?

His fist balled up, his leg bobbed up and down in a violent manner as he watched from the shadows. Always in the shadows. Watching you. He had since the day you met. Since the day you smiled his way. Showed him kindness. You never joked about the jester. No, you liked him. You respected him. But you didn't love him, did you? Never poor old Cicero! Forever the fool.

You were so dumb! You. Are. His. His flamed hair framed his face as he ducked his head, eyes glaring with poison. He wanted to rip that bastards face off. Maybe he would wear it. Would you like him if he looked like Stupid Nord Man? Or would you hate him? For taking the man who made you laugh out of your life?

Why are you still laughing? By the Void. Get a grip. He's not that funny.

You touched his arm. Why won't you touch Cicero instead? He's softer. Cleaner. Smells nice, too! Cicero just... didn't understand. Why. Him. Why not the fool? Just once. Pick him.

Cicero had always loved you. Since the day you met. Actually, quite some time before that, too. He watched you that day in Whiterun. Oh, he felt so... Alive. Fresh into Skyrim and already in love? The Night Mother surely graced him with you for all the hard work he's ever done. You're a gift. His gift. Not that stupid man's. No. You're his.

And he'll make sure you'll never fall into the arms of a lesser person. Never. Cicero enjoys the kill. He's sure that the Night Mother would turn a blind eye... all in the name of true love!

[dovahkinniez]

NSFW!!

Miraak fucking you with the mask on, hearing him grunt underneath it as his gloved hand wraps around your throat, he can't take it anymore as he watches you squirm and whimper.

[coffee-at-daybreak]

a fate with you | miraak x reader

"I had forgotten what it looked like."

Your cheek rests against his shoulder as you turn your head towards him. "What?"

"The sky." Miraak pauses to take a deep breath, and you can hear the inhale near your ear. "The stars, the moons."

Your head shifts as you follow his gaze up. A fortunate night for there to be no clouds, so you can see it all. And being out in the plains of Whiterun, without a tree or mountain nearby to block your view, the sky stretches beautifully all around you.

"The sky in Apocrypha always remained the same." Miraak's voice is soft but somber. "For so long, it was the only one I knew - the only one I could recall."

Sympathy squeezes at your heart. You press closer to him, your side curled against his own and your head brushing his shoulder. You're lying flat on your backs, barely fitting on the single bedroll you'd situated on a small clearing. Not that you minded a reason to be this close, where you can feel his warmth seeping into you.

A few moons had passed and there is still stark reminders of his time in Apocrypha. He seems to be learning - and relearning - rather well from your travels together, but there are still shadows of his past looming relentlessly. And in the case of restless, anxious nights, much like tonight, you do your best to stay up with him, hoping your companionship will triumph over that of his haunted memories.

"It makes you feel small, does it not?" You ask, reaching a hand out and stretching your fingers. "Puny, like ants on a log."

He huffs. A brief chuckle, but a chuckle all the same. "Indeed."

You start to slowly move your hand, fingers tracing the stars. You squint as you try to visualize the connections between them. The constellations merely twinkle back at you.

"You are anything but puny, Dovahkiin." Miraak announces gently into the silence. "A hero known amongst men and mer. Your power and influence reach beyond this plane."

A weight forms in your belly, a small stone of uneasiness. "I know," you murmur. "But sometimes I welcome feeling small, and feeling ... insignifcant."

Your hand drops, limply lying at your side. Miraak's arm shifts slightly, his hand seeking yours. Rough, warm fingers glide over your own.

"Why?" He questions.

You look at all the stars again. If you had no responsibilities, perhaps you could lie here forever, until you'd counted every star and speckle, until you could recognize every constellation.

"I can envision a life where I am just ... me. Not the Dragonborn, not any other fancy title. Just another simple soul, without any power or destiny to my name." An emotional tendril wraps around your heart but you keep going anyway. "It seems so quiet. So peaceful."

Silence stretches on for a moment. Miraak's fingers still from their lazy strokes along the back of your palm. He tenses ever so slightly against you.

"Do you long for such a life?"

He tries to deliver it as an innocent question and nothing more, but you hear the tension behind his tone. The worry.

You hum. "Sometimes." The pause that follows is brief, but you still feel the weight of his anticipation.

Your hand stretches, twining your fingers with his own. It feels like a perfect fit, and no matter what, it fills you with a sense of comfort and ease.

"But then I realize I would have never crossed paths with you, and I long for this life more."

He breathes a silent sigh of relief at your words, and a smile graces your lips. You lean your head further against his shoulder, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath your ear.

"Perhaps in this life, we were fated to meet because of your power - our power." He gives your hand a squeeze, the pad of his thumb brushing your own. "But I wish to believe than in any life, in every life, we are fated to meet anyway."

There is a skip in your heart rate, and a warmth blooming in your chest. "You do?"

"Yes." Miraak's voice is so low and soft that were he not right up against you, it might be drowned out by the distant sounds of the plains. But despite its hushed volume, you can make out the sincerity behind his words. Like he is drawing them out from somewhere deep inside him, like his very heart is bringing them to the surface. "I would find my way to you in any plane of existence. Were we mere crop farmers on Skyrim, or grains of sand on the shores of a sea, or stars out in the endless sky. I would find you, and we would be two halves of a whole, much as we are now."

His body shifts, turning a little as he brings his free hand up to your head. He brushes away any hair that had fallen onto your forehead, placing a feather light kiss there instead. "My fate is you. It has always been, it always will be."

Tears prick at your eyes, and you wish to say something back, but you’re unsure how the words will come out past the lump in your throat. Instead you grasp at the shoulder fabric of his robes and lean your head up to find his lips with your own.

He returns the kiss like it is the most natural thing in the world. It is easy to believe his words about you two being the halves of a whole when his lips slot so perfectly against your own, or when your bodies seem to piece together as you lean in to each other. You break apart for only a second to catch air, drawing in the same unsteady breaths before you are colliding again, the familiarity of his taste and touch conquering your own consciousness.

[gloomwitchwrites]

Spring 2024 Collection Masterlist

Spring themed stories from across multiple fandoms.

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During a spring festival in a small village, Aragorn reunites with the woman he’s been missing.

Star Wars: (complete) Greener Things (Din Djarin x Female Reader)

It isn’t until the woman he loves is in danger that Din realizes he’s wanted her all along.

High Stakes (Boba Fett x Female Reader)

Losing a bet with the infamous bounty hunter places you in his control.

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[rosiesmcposies]

Can you write, like, a Cicero x Reader where we’re just listening to him passionately talk about the Night Mother and his job as Keeper and watching how his eyes light up and how excited he gets and stuff?

OFC!!! Sorry for taking so long! I just got back into playing Skyrim again so I figured why not go through my inbox.

Cicero x GN reader fluff

There was something special about Cicero, something that always caught your attention. Maybe it was his attitude towards things, or maybe his jester charms…but it seems to be something else.

It was a cold night in the dawnstar sanctuary, it always was. The door stood tall but stone peaked through the cracks, and this cold made you simply unable to sleep. Rather slowly you slipped on some warmer clothes as well as some comfortable shoes moving through the halls of the sanctuary. As you move you can hear the mumbling and rambles of the ever so endearing jester you loved to spent your time with. He was loud, as always but at least you could use it to find him in this drowsy haze.

You slowly make your way into the dining hall, eyes falling upon Cicero who was tending to the nightmother as expected. A smile curled upon your lips grabbing an apple from the table and moving your way up the stairs and to Cicero. He seems oblivious to your presence as you stand near the alchemy table. Biting into the apple, the crunching interrupting Cicero’s train of thought. His head swiftly turned over to where you stood, a smile painting his face as well.

“Well good evening dear listener!” he chirped as he continued to tend to the nightmother “Cicero takes it…the listener cannot sleep?” he questions setting his eyes upon the night mother once more. “yea.” Muttering as you rub your eyes. “so…you tending to the nightmother?” questioning as you move closer to him, taking in his handiwork. “You do a good job of it.” Praising his work as your hand places itself upon his shoulders. A smile flashes on his lips once again, seemingly flattered. “Oh listener, poor Cicero has been doing this job for…for well a while, he hopes he’s good at it!” He chuckles softly, eyes scanning you for a moment. Chuckling in return, your eyes scanning the nightmother once again.

“I wonder…” saying as you move to the other side of Cicero, your hands tracing the bottle of oil. “How do you even do this? What all goes into it?” A faux curiosity. You know how it’s done. You’ve seen him do it oh so many times, but it’s obvious he loves talking about his duties as the keeper. Cicero’s eyes light up as he takes the oil from your hands. “Perhaps cicero will show you!” You can tell he was excited. He swiftly got to work with his duties, explaining some…rather odd things, like how to move the nightmothers limbs without them cracking. “Oh listener Cicero had no idea you were interested in his work!” His demeanor changed. From the usual dedication that could be seen in his eyes, it seems to be replaced with just…just excitement. “Cicero has never had someone ask about his duties!” He says turning to you for a moment. A smile forms on both your lips—almost in synch. “Oh what fun! Perhaps the listener would…Care to try it?”

“To be honest I just like listening to you talk” Cicero smiles brightly, as a giggle escapes his lips. “Oh dear listener I could say the same.”

[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.

[dovahkinniez]

` 𖤓 . . . LUCIEN FLAVIUS.

HEY HEY. This did originally come from a request, which I accidentally deleted ... Like an idiot. BUT HERE IT IS. Anyway, this is a different layout, only slightly. And I'm trying to find spaces to enjoy writing again as I've been burnt out for a while due to work. If there are any mistakes, tell me or simply turn a blind eye. 🖤

Lucien is a respectful man, and he almost (dramatically) passed out from stress when they said there was only one room available.

What made it worse? You were to sleep there for two nights, and it wasn't like you could find elsewhere to sleep, you were both in the middle of the cold and harsh winters of Skyrim.

If he weren't pale from the cold before, he definitely was after hearing about the ever so unfortunate circumstances.

But you were so ... Calm?

Any normal person would find comfort in that, but it actually scared Lucien even more.

Because ... Why are you so okay with it?! Can't you see the life altering situation at hand here?!

But as you took off to your room, he followed behind with his eyes tired and mind worrying for the next two nights ahead.

'I will sleep on the floor.' — you laughed at his words as you flopped onto the gigantic bed, fit for three people. He watched, twiddling his thumbs awkwardly.

Lucien slowly sat on the end of the bed, clearly tired and cold, but alert from the feeling of sudden intrusion as you lay onto your side of the bed, "It's not that bad, Luci. We are friends, not strangers." You shrugged, unbothered. He was still slightly baffled by your lack of shock and issue with this, but you simply saw it as a difference in culture and upbringing. He grew up pampered with big beds to himself, and everything was handed on a silver platter at his beck and call. You doubted he'd ever slept beside anybody before, never mind a friend, and you knew he wasn't exactly experienced in the art of sex and romance.

The first night was ... Awkward.

— the first night.

After some time, he built a pillow wall between the two of you. Which, by the way, made you laugh. His dramatic actions caused only humour in you, so much that it warmed your cold body up from the long and harsh journey throughout the day. So instead of bringing him back down to Earth, you allowed him to fuss over nonsense for the pure entertainment value. You already knew that Lucien had a wicked dramatic streak, but the pillow incident really set it in stone.

— the second night.

The next hours to come consisted of laying in the dark with Lucien, eyes on the black ceiling with only little thought as you heard Lucien's breathing, which indicated he was still wide awake. "Can't sleep?" You asked after moments of silence, he moved his body, clearly uncomfortable. "No ... I am sorry if I have intruded." You giggled, then you heard him sigh softly. "It's not awkward, Lucien. You're making it awkward." He sighed once more before what sounded like was turning his body on the other side. "Very well. Goodnight, Y/N." "Goodnight, Lucien."

The day went smoothly and Lucien's unneeded awkwardness has finally dissolved. By the second night, he was fine. Taking the pillow wall down, he lay in bed, shivering from the cold outside. "I told you not to wash in the lake." You grumbled, feeling the cold radiate from his skin under the sheets where you silently wished he had kept the pillows up. But instead you moved closer, taking his cold body beside yours with tangled limbs, your skin grew prickly with temperature shock as he froze, not from the cold, but from the sudden touch. "Breathe, Lucien. I'm trying to heat you up." He only nodded, reluctantly wrapping his arms around yours, his face pushed into your neck with deep breaths as you rubbed his back and entangled your limbs with his.

After sometime, his body calmed into a peaceful warmth between the two of you. His hands gently stroked the exposed skin of your back as yours played with the tangled golden hair atop his head, forehead touching with silent affection. He had never experienced anything like it before, and he doubted he would ever again; he questioned himself if you had ever felt like this before ... Somehow, the possibility caused a nasty feeling in his chest ... Was it jealousy?

All in all, it created a positive memory.

Lucien also realised that night that he may harbour some unknown feelings for you.

[ridreamir]

Nebarra being really convinced that he's ugly to a point that you're secretly both morbidly curious and mildly afraid to find out what he looks like underneath his helmet- Namely because while he isn't the pinnacle of tall freak alien-looking altmer beauty, he's at the very least better looking than most people on average.

And though he's got an ugly personality, if you saw him without him explicitly opening his rancid mouth introducing himself to you, you wouldn't even understand right away that the handsome mer in front of you is the annoying merc you know as (neb)barra.

More often than not, he goes with wildly overconfident. That act doesn't nearly reflect how often he feels self-conscious about how he looks. He thinks about it during almost every passing moment these days. Is he too short? Too stocky? Gods forbid, does he smell bad?? Is he just some brawny brute to you? A ruffian? A barbarian? Not elegant enough?? These are all things he really shouldn't be concerned with (considering you're a walking human-lizard abomination), and yet he can't seem to quiet the thought. But you're never going to find out what he looks like at this rate so it's fine!! It's fine!! It's fine!!! It's fine!!!

-

You finally snap (breaking the no physical contact rule) and grab him by the bangs in the middle of an admittedly mild argument, and underneath the cover of his helmet, he goes completely unresponsive.

You're convinced that they're secretly his alien Aldmeri-antennae and you just flicked his off-switch.

Meanwhile his soul has left his body because you're close enough for him to see every wrinkle, pore, and daedra forsaken eyelash on your face, and you're tugging on his hair as if it were the reins of a horse. And his heart is trying to strangle him. Mara is that such a cruel joke. Then you smooth the strands of his hair between your fingers in curiosity, accidentally tugging them a little. He winces and tries to complain but it all comes out as garbled nonsense as you step a little closer and give it a really good, close-up glance over. After that he goes quiet for maybe one whole solid hour, trailing along without a peep.

Leading him to an early death for sure. Auri-El, smite me.

[saturnsnakebars]

Hey! Do you have any headcanons for what it was like for kaidan before he confessed his feelings, like figuring out he’s catching feelings and deciding to do something about it?

omg yes!!!

warnings: some spice but nothing too bad

Kaidan when he has a crush:

- He is AWKWARD.

- In the beginning, of course he cares for you. He’s sworn to be your shield, and as a result he’s developed a liking for you, a soft spot if you will.

- It never even occurred to him that he treated you differently. At taverns, he didn’t feel excitement when someone came his way with an offer. He started declining people without even realizing the reason why.

- He also starts offering you things, such as food and water without you even asking him or telling him you needed them.

- Low-key kinda starts to get jealous. For instance, other people flirting or if you decide to spend the night with someone else. It makes his skin crawl.

- If you travel with Vilkas, Farkas, or Erik, they are the first to call him out on this behavior. Mercilessly teasing him on the daily about it actually. It’s how he first starts to notice how he feels about you, even though he does not dare to admit it yet.

- This is where the painfully awkward flirting begins, and the endless teasing from his friends. He’s secretly writing down pick up lines for you, but he hasnt tried saying them yet.

- Starts taking mental notes of the little things about you. The food you like, the flowers you like, the music at the tavern that you like, all of it. Starts giving you things you like intentionally now to try and get a reaction out of you.

- Your reactions will determine his day, so be careful. If a flower gift goes well for him, he’s practically jumping for joy for hours after. He gets nervous around you, his whole body feels like it has been lit on fire when one of these interactions occur.

- Eventually he starts saying more things to you. Commenting under his breath about how good your ass looks, or how beautiful you look that day. Sometimes you miss it, and other times you act like to didn’t hear just to ask him and watch him blush.

- At this point he’s already admitted feelings for you to his friends, but he has still to make a move on you. He’s afraid of ruining something that seems too good to be true.

- He spends days trying to figure out the perfect time and place to try and talk to you about it. Of course there were plenty of failed attempts on his part, only because he got major cold feet and couldn’t even bring himself to begin trying. He plans talking to you at a quiet moment with just the two of you, getting help from his friends on how approach it.

- When be finally does manage to scrap up some courage, perhaps it goes a little too far (wink wink). He did not mean to rush so quickly into bed with you on the first night. He’s feeling extremely guilty, but after talking with him and discussing how you want things, he feels much better.