The Dragonborn and his companion/friend-with-benefits, Erik the Slayer, take a day to relax. RATED M for adult content and (one) use of the f-word. This story is finished, it is my first time writing something erotic, and I would appreciate feedback.

Tereethis, an Argonian Assassin has invited his friend Scouts-Many-Marshes to live with him in Whiterun. What happens when Marshes wants to be more than friends? Can Tereethis put his past and reluctance behind him to finally be happy? If I have anything to say about it, he will. My first Skyrim fic so R/R. Rated M for later chapters.

Thomas had always been extremely anxious from the day they met, it had been the reason he had hired Vorstag to begin with. But when their relationship became much deeper, they started a new type of adventure together, building a house and settling down outside Falkreath. But soon Thomas starts to receive anonymous gifts and as Vorstag's suspicions grow the gifts become darker...

Luna is a female guard in Whiterun. When a strange man ends up in the barracks, death and destruction follow. [Please note, I have added a few extra chapters to balance out the story. Note the last chapter has remained relatively the same.]

Life had been quiet for Brynjolf and his organization, just the way a man in his line of work preferred it. At least, that was what he'd thought, until the day came when a starved and bleeding Etienne Rarnis stumbled back into Riften raving about the Thalmor - and a woman named Archer who'd saved his life. (Book One of the "Archer's Paradox: Shadowmarked" quartet.)

[oneshot!shortfic] " Brynjolf, just what did you promise to teach my daughter?"

After more than a year of peace and quiet, Selene Stormblade receives an urgent letter from Ulfric Stormcloak, asking for her help. She arrives in Windhelm to find that the sun has disappeared from the sky. Along with a mysterious Redguard named Blanche, Selene must find out what caused the sun to vanish before the world is plunged into darkness.

Liette leaves Cyrodiil hoping for better fortunes in Skyrim but finds herself entwined in a myriad of ancient prophecies, dragons attacks, and thievery. Will Brynjolf help Liette to find the courage she needs to face her fate as The Dragonborn?

When Belethor is talked into holding a prisoner for the Thalmor for a hefty price, he has no idea what he is getting himself into. He is cast as the unlikely hero and thrust into a world of deadly plots and even deadlier adversaries, and he must use all of his wits, cunning, and luck to get out alive. Rated T for violence and some dark themes and humor.

The Last Dragonborn fought the First at the summit of Apocrypha. This much, everyone knows and expected. What they didn't expect was the effect that the First would have upon the fragile mind of the Last, and the effect that this would then have on all of Tamriel. One-Shot. My second 'Aftermath' Fanfic,

She is The Hunterborn, Favored by Hircine, a Nord who speaks as a Khajiit, and moves like a saber cat, but what is the real story?

"Why won't you get on the horse, Divines damn it?" Because that was what started all this mess, she simply refused to get behind him on the blasted animal.

Savira of Valenwood is half Wood Elf and half Nord. This story is about her journey through Skyrim as a Rogue Warrior to avenge her family and her people. (Forgive me for the crappy summary.) I DO NOT OWN SKYRIM! I DO IN FACT OWN MY CHARACTER AND HER BACKGROUND STORY!

Sithis, why did he have to chose her? Her of all the people in Tamriel he had to pick her... and yet the idea, the thirst for blood. It kept driving her ever so close to her dark father.

A Wood Elf. A Wood Elf that fights for the Nords and the glory of Talos. But what's more, she's the Dovahkiin of legend. Will she be able stay true to her Elven blood, and guard her darkest secret from all? And what of Ulfric, who secretly covets her? Against all odds, she fights for her beliefs, and truly turns out to be a break in tradition. On Hiatus, up for re-write

"I came to, forgetting where I was. Only when my eyes adjusted did I remember; I was in a crate on a cargo ship bound for Cyrodiil." After tragic events make him leave his homeland, Syndelius must find his way in this new Province. What happens when his dark past catches up with him? Rating subject to change, R&R would be greatly appreciated.

This wasn't supposed to happen; not to them, and surely not to their world. It was falling apart; and yet they were supposed to save it? Could they do it? Could they honestly aid the Adrea against such demons? [Rating may rise.]

Following his victory over Lord Harkon, the Dragonborn returns to his home in Solitude to find that an Oblivion Gate has opened outside of Skyrim's capital. As he attempts to enter, the Gate flashes bright green and fires a bolt of energy at him. The Dragonborn slowly starts to change and must now learn to live with what he is or learn how stop it before he tears Skyrim in two.

These are the letters between a scribe named Lavaemion of Alinor and her anonymous patron that details an investigation of Skyrim's saviour: the Dragonborn. But things are not quite as they seem, and victory has not been kind.

Independent chapters all flowing into the tale of an Argonian miner and Orsimer mage trekking across Skyrim, encountering one bizarre change of heart after another.

A multiple chapter tale of what its like to be the son of the dragonborn

Aria is having a random day, and Marcurio may be reconsidering his marriage vows. (third story ever, so for this i'm being a bit...strange well stranger than usual.)

Peace has come to Skyrim and the Dragonborn has a family. Serana is asked to meet the new addition to the family just to have her world turned on it's head. Dragons, werewolves, vampires, and of course Draugr. F!Dragonborn/Aela. OC/Serana

The Stormcloaks murdered his parents and little sister. He will get vengeance. ( might contain all storylines eventually and maybe dlcs and post skyrim.) This story is on hold for awhile until i feel confident enough in my writing skills to make this story the best it can be.

Ulfric Stormcloak, architect to a war that will set Skyrim aflame, sits in a frozen cell. His fingers grow cold and numb, as his heart does the same.