After being shipwrecked off the coast of Winterhold, Ezekiel reaches to dry land and sets off on a journey in search of fame and riches, but instead gets caught up in war and a struggle for survival. On his journey he sees many interesting people and places, and gets stuck in the middle of battles and politics. Rated M for graphic violence, sex and language. Read at own discretion.

Brynjolf cares for his son for the first time. Kind of fluffy. Inspired by a prompt on the Elder Scrolls kinkmeme site.

When Dragons attack Skyrim, it's up to only the bravest warriors to defend thier land. Unfortunately, none of them showed up. But can a psychopathic warrior, a rouge of questionable sexual orientation, and a spellcasting noblewoman be enough to defeat Alduin? I guess only the Divines know for sure... Rated T for violence, gore, language, and sexual themes.

Recruited for a top-secret mission on Solstheim and accompanied by the High Queen of Skyrim and a sleazy Bosmer assassin, Sithia Dupre must race against time to beat a Thalmor agent at his own game. A gift fic for Child of Sithis; takes place between "The Bear and the Wolf" and "Corruption of Blood."

The story of a group, trying to do a heist on a few dragons eggs, but will one of their faults bring them and the job down? When all goes wrong, the group disbands, but a mastermind draws them back together, with a few more friends. Will they get rich, or will the master take all they work for?

A contract leads the Listener to a Thief under on the Ratway, but the contract itself is lots harder than he expected, principally when hunger set on and a certain red-haired make sure of things be even more complicated. MaleDB/Brynjolf, Slash. Spoilers for the whole game almost BROKEN AND STOPPED AND ETERNAL HIATUS

I got Skyrim (bas) for Christmas and I love it. Anyways, since I have a few stories on FF already, I thought I'd take a crack at this and put up a teaser. If it does well and enough people like it and demand an actual piece of work, I'll start an actually story, which I already have but I haven't gotten anywhere with it yet. Anyways, read and let me know what you think.

Ysraneth, half-Bosmer Nord, relates an old story to Elenwen. Elenwen is not amused but can't do anything because of diplomatic immunity. Later on, she gives Ulfric Stormcloak some advice. He might actually listen. Triggers: cannibalism, implied torture, potty mouths.

A ghost story.

With Alduin vanquished, Skyrim united, and the world returning to normal, the Dragonborn feels a calling to achieve yet greater heights. Having saved the world once already, this is the first chronicle of how he sought to rebuild the world as he thought best. New quests, political intrigue, and unveiled ambitions are revealed herein.

The seat of an empire is up for grabs as the Dragonborn attempts to hold together an agreement founded on greed and lust.

Brynjolf muses on being the husband of the Dragonborn. Kind of fluffy. Inspired by a prompt on the Elder Scrolls kinkmeme site.

Wulf Weard is a Bosmer whose search for answers has lead her to Skyrim. Little does she know that her destiny is intertwined with the fate of Skyrim itself.

Philipp, a Breton bard and his best friend Emren a Redguard guard awake one day in Falkreath. Unsure how to get back to their home of Rorikstead they find a Bosmer traveller who is willing to take them with her, little do they know that this mysterious Wood Elf is actually none other than the Dragonborn herself.

"Lady Echo...Master Whisper...Forgive me." Skevyr kneeled on the scarlet sands of oblivion recalling his weakness... he clutched the ebony dagger crying over shambles of gnawed bones. - The last instalment of the Ranting about Series.

See, with a beast inside of you there is two minds working at once. One that is very much human, and the other that is vicious, hungry, lustful and dangerous. So she claws and growls and whines in pain as she sleeps. Farkas can't stand it, but tolerates it- for he understands the feeling. It's tough getting used to, but maybe with the help of a friend, it can be done.

Brynjolf spots a young woman perfect for his outfit and asks for her to lend a pair of much needed hands. The young thief in search of only riches and good company decides to help out and is invited to the Ragged Flaggon. After working alone for so many years, how well will she work with others? Is this too big of an operation to handle? Maybe she just needs a little physical help.

Ulfric's heart is caught by a petty whore bearing nothing but a beautiful face and not a septim to her name. Why does she torture him so? Leaving him every so often despite the pay he gives her. He only wants her company, so why not just stay?

Sparrow is a young, gifted conman/hustler/thief who very much enjoys her calling; hardly the makings of the legendary Dovahkiin. And she is less than enthusiastic about her new responsibilities as the last Dragonborn. Slight AU: Lore and quests may be slightly tweaked to fit personalized gameplay. Any and all characters may appear. Warnings: Language, violence, gore, and smut.

With Ulfric Stormcloak dead and the Empire victorious, Skyrim can begin the long road back from war at last. As the Jarls convene for the Moot, Gallica - Dragonborn - finds herself once again embroiled in the struggle over the throne, even as she plans her marriage to General Tullius. But history has a way of interrupting the best of plans, and a new threat is already on its way.

An errant half Khajiit needs to learn the things she does to feed her Skooma addiction can have heavy consequences... graphic bdsm fic

Before Nyte found out about being the prophesized Dragonborn (Well, one of them), she had a slight history before then. Dosen't everyone? Well, here's her story.

Ulfric, the High King of Skyrim, realizes that waging a war on the Aldmeri Dominion is expensive. As a source of revenue, he builds an Arena. Combatants flock from all over Skyrim. This story follows each combatant and their battles. Including the Dragonborn. Rated T for saucy themes and gory action. (This is sort of supposed to be a crossover of Oblivion and Skyrim, enjoy!)

After hearing a mysterious voice from the sky, Lydia is called on to be the housecarl of Rena, the Dragonborn. This fanfic is almost completely true to Skyrim's main questline, and is rated M for graphic depictions of violence/mild sexual references.

One-shot I wrote a while ago. No intentions for writing further at the moment.