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This is my first fanfic, so be kind please! Constructive criticism and questions are welcome.

Summary: K so this is gonna have a lot of plot from Skyrim. Lots of plot of my own. And HE (the main character) will have lots of girls. Well, you'll see. I don't know what humans to add, that's up to you. But F!Alduin (yep), Meridia (yep), Azura (yep), and Serana (well 99% of the fics are like this it seems) are in the harem of sorts for sure. Who's in the Harem? I've got ideas. But hey, that's up to voting. Just...idk, reviews? PMs? Idk how it works, just send me wishes and sometimes I'll do polls. This is gonna be like...long, btw. At least several hundred thousand words before it's done. And I repeat: at least.

At the beginning: Archmage and Harbinger. They know he's dragonborn, but he's nowhere near getting involved with Alduin. Doesn't even know her name, and doesn't recognize her besides the "Hey she's that black dragon from helgen"

Kiddies don't read, this is M for some language and acidic fruits. Errrr...sex scenes. I can say this bluntly right now, cuz look to the left. Yeah, M rating xD

Thoughts

Shouts and skills

I wish I owned Skyrim, but Bethesda does, so fml.

Tiberius' ragged breathing echoed through the castle chambers, accompanied only by a symphony of harsh grunts and frustrated wails as he stormed through Proudspire Manor, wrecking each and every expensive piece of furniture, decoration, or silverware in his sights.

"M-my Thane, please calm-"

"FUS R-...sorry. I'm sorry Jordis. It just hurts so much"

"Shhhh. I know, I know. The divines themselves aren't immune to pain, it's okay to let it out" said the faithful housecarl, making a desperate attempt to soothe the frustrated Dragonborn.

And like any good hero, he learned from his travels to heed his followers' counsel from time to time. So he did. And spent the remainder of the night wailing in the arms of his follower, sobbing out incoherent mumbles in the dragon tongue. For past the enchanted, fortified daedric armor...past the dragonhide spells he learned to continuously apply to himself through his Alteration Classes with Tolfdir...past his resistance to the bitter frost as a descendant of ancient nordic blood...lies his feelings, where all the painful pierces, shattering smashes, and dreadful chills that couldn't harm his body claim retribution in the form of a broken heart.

And like any good fanfiction, I'm going to break the fourth wall AND ruin the moment by saying:

HOWDY FOLKS, FLASHBACK TIME

Tiberius looked on in anger, stalking behind the trees of the forests of Whiterun, observing what seemed to be a conclusion of a date between Aela and Andavius. The latter, quite the charmer that one, is a new addition to the jarl's court and Aela's boyfriend. It seems like they were celebrating her birthday, by enjoying a hunt for sport. He was actually a pretty good shot. Too good.

Being the Harbinger of the companions, the archmage of the College of Winterhold, as well as the Dragonborn...yeah he had his connections. And through that he learned of a crafty vampire's plot, who managed to infiltrate a court and worm his way into the trust of a prominent female archer in a complex assassination plan. Why so complex? Seemingly out of boredom. Maybe orders. But perhaps contempt for werewolves. Not that Tiberius had to worry about himself. He was quite the skilled fighter, and his dragonblood had rejected the beast blood anyways. No, he was worried about her. He had figured that the vampiric scum would wait until when Aela's guard was lowest - days of celebration - and then pick her off. After leaving his gift in Aela's room, Tiberius kept tabs on them wherever they went.

By now, they had entered the city, before he noticed Andavius pulling Aela behind some buildings, far away from the busy districts. Andavius kneeled one on knee, before reaching into his pocket. From the point of view of passersby, as well as from Aela's current state of joyous and suspecting anticipation, he looked like he was going to propose.

Tiberius knew better, and before the vampire could draw his dagger, he drew Dawnbreaker and leapt to action, impaling the surprised nightstalker through the heart.

The reactions were instantaneous. The blood splat against the paved road. Aela's eyes passed over the crimson stains. Aela saw red, you could say. Literally and figuratively. And she attacked.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU KILLED MY FUCKING MAN, HARBINGER OR NOT YOU WILL PAY" she said, panting out of over-exertion and rage.

"W-wait Aela, no, I can explain easily just-"

"What's going on here? Someone steal your sweetroll?" asked a guard, noticing the commotion. (AN: idiots)

"Your THANE just KILLED a NOBLE! He's back there now help me arrest him!" shouted an infuriated huntress, as she continues to slash and stab.

Tiberius couldn't hurt Aela. He couldn't. So he just blocked each attack, taking the minor injuries that got past his guard. "Listen, Aela, if you'd let me explain-"

"EXPLAIN WHAT?! YOU WERE PROBABLY JUST FUCKING JEALOUS!" she screamed as his eyes widened. "DON'T GIVE ME THAT, IT WAS SO DAMN OBVIOUS, BUT GUESS WHAT?! NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOU, BASTARD"

…..with each blow, received in perfect rhythm with every word, Tiberius felt something in him break. It was like his world collapsed. He gave up defending and just waited for the final strike, until-

"EVERYONE ELSE GET OUT OF MY SIGHT. You may be my Thane" said Jarl Balgruuf through gritted teeth, as the watching crowd scurried away at the sight of the storming lord. "but to murder a member of my court in this hold. In my very city! You are hereby exiled from the hold of Whiterun. And if my guards ever see you, I will have you executed. DO YOU HEAR ME?"

"...y...yes, my jarl….if you'd like to learn about today, please. Read my diary, Lydia can take you to it. ." started Tiberius, as he noticed his housecarl looking at him with worry. "But I will comply, and I doubt that I'll ever return..here." His eyes roamed across the remaining observers, until his eyes locked with Aela's. She gasped when she saw his dead expression, as if his very world shattered. 'goodbye my love.' he thought, as he picked up Dawnbreaker and walked to the gates, feeling the stares of contempt deepen with each step. He shook his head as he opened the gate, letting the tears fall as he walked past.

"Solitude, please. Here's 500 septims, just please….one last carriage ride."

"...alright...climb on back and we'll be off."

FLASHBACK END

"...thank you Jordis. I appreciate your kindness. Thank you, I don't know what I'd be without you." said Tiberius, too depressed to notice the deepening blush on his housecarl's face. "if only there were a way to exact more revenge on those vampires…"

"A-actually, m-my thane...uhm...this message came here not very long ago. It was for you, it seemed important..." said Jordis as she handed him a letter.

'...so. The Dawnguard eh?' thought Tiberius, a deepening smirk plastering itself upon his visage.

MEANWHILE BACK IN WHITERUN

"I shall now read the criminal scum's diary that the late thane's housecarl has fetched us from Jorrvaskr" choked out Jark Balgruuf to a crowd of quite important figures. He had assumed that Lydia's scowl was directed at the absent dragonborn.

"Dear Diary,

Today's Aela's Birthday! I know exactly what to get her! a nice new set of arrows, and a new bow! I think I'm going to give her Wuuthrad too, I know how much honor means to her, and to be honest I don't think I'm fit to lead the companions anyways. I really should give her the position. But I'll do that later.

For now, I'm worried that Andavius may strike today. It makes the most sense, since naturally my beautiful scarlet huntress would be the most relaxed today, so she'd be easy prey. He's been very cautious, I'm sure his superiors don't want things to get too public. I wouldn't have even guessed that he was a vampire were it not for his Ring of Erudite. From what I learned, this makes him a Volkihar for sure, as they're the only others that know of its existence. That, and I'm not an idiot. Bright, clear yellow eyes? Come on, red lights and sirens right there.

I think Aela's getting ready for her date now. I should bring Dawnbreaker, just in case I need to take him down. Though I pray I don't have to, not yet. For her sake. "

The crowd was stunned, with Lydia looking at each with eyes of disgust. Her eyes landed on Aela who, upon finding the ring in question on her boyfriends' corpse as well as a dagger half-way out of his pocket, immediately blitzed towards her room in Jorrvaskr for privacy. She just wanted to be alone after all the emotional turmoil.

She looked down at her bed and noticed a new Ebony Bow and Arrow set, crafted with the utmost perfection. She noticed a piece of paper and she sat down on her bed to read it, clearing her thoughts.

"Aela.

When we first met your scarlet hair captivated me. Your face is the most beautiful I've seen, and though your war paint conceals it, it shows that you are a warrior who focuses on what matters. Your feminine figure is the quintessence of sexiness, and your scent drives me crazy. I don't know how you avoid smelling like the rest of the wolves. Reminds me vaguely of snowberry pies in Riften, with a glass of Black-briar mead. Your skills as an archer are second to none, and your fierceness in battle I admire greatly.

But I love everything about you. I love your animated side, when you would jovially tell stories and give a hearty laugh at a feast with a mug of mead. I love your cute side, when you would come to my room and ask to sleep with me during a frightening storm. It took my everything to restrain myself, you know….I love your dorky side, when you try to crack a joke at the worst of times. I love you for just...being you. And I don't think that'll ever change.

I just wish I was a part of your happiness, to be the reason you smile. To be the pillar that supports your golden heart. I regret that I can only show it with a silly gift. Some gift it is, what with me pestering you with a foolish love letter. I don't know how it got to this point, I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday! Ahahaha silly me I haven't even said that yet, stupid I know.

Happy birthday, my fiery huntress. You will always have my support, my ear, my shoulder, and my love.

-Your Favorite Dragonborn, Tiberius"

Aela, the seasoned veteran sat there, still. Aela, the serious huntress set her gifts aside and got in bed. Aela, the stoic warrior, then curled up into a ball. And cried.

'Tiberius...I'm so sorry'