I go to bed, covered in warm furs in Nchuand-Zel with my cousin right next to me, safe and sound. I wake up on a cold stone slab, all alone and very confused. /Or:/ The result of an idea I just couldn't let go, in which the Dragonborn is part of a race considered as extinct as dragons. (M/M pairings present)

Inspiration on "The Wolf Queen Awakened". Noel faces a death experience at the hands of a robber, where he finds himself at the mercy of the Wolf Queen, Potema. With the solution to again to take a chance at life, Noel starts an Empire in Potema's name, and destroy the Thalmor, and the Aldmeri Dominion. It is time to this young man to help Potema secure her place as Empress!

She hiked her way into another universe, there's a pebble in her boot, and she just wants to go home. Akatosh has other plans. Read on as my stupid self-insert stumbles her way through Skyrim. May devolve into the realm of crack, may get dark. Who Knows, I write it by-chapter. Always accepting suggestions. Enter Command Here, yo. (Xposted on A03)

With her father's passing and her mother aging as swiftly as an elf could, Saya Indoril, the child of Dunmer and Breton had decided to see the land from her father's stories - Skyrim - only to discover that her blood holds much more than mingling of man and elf. Act 1 of "Dragonborn of the Fourth Era"

A young man minding his own business comes across an elf in a desperate time of need. With the help of his grandmother, the elf is nursed back to health. Upon her waking up, she claims to not be an elf. She's not only a Stormcloak soldier but also, a man?

"I yield," Vex finally said on a strangled breath. Something about those words—or maybe the way she said them—collided with Aela's bloodlust and knocked it off course, just a little, until the heat in her veins was suddenly careening toward something else entirely.

Aeyrin and Bishop continue their journeys through Skyrim, trying to deal with the looming threats in their path. The province is still ravaged by the dragons, as well as the war, and both new and old enemies still hound their steps. Their adventures are far from over whether they wish it or not. A direct continuation of the first book. Usually updated twice a week. (OC/Bishop SRM)

The Dragonborn wants us all dead. Talk about a way to disappoint all the Nords. Their savior isn't that muscular man, swinging his perfect sword with the wind blowing through his hair. Nope. The Dragonborn is a leech on society and is now my responsibility. With my team of misfits we might have a chance to take down Dovahkiin once and for all. Sixth story in Storm of Skyrim series.

It was just a game. It wasn't meant to be real. I woke up and looked around. I'm not in my room. I'm in a fantasy world... And I need to get out before I die here

Terra is the reluctant Dovahkiin and wishes to hide what she is. Farkas, her companion on a quest, wants to fight a creature that is well worth his skill. When Terra ends up wounded after a fight with a dragon, they are stuck at an inn while she recovers. Things might not be so clear cut when she discovers Farkas might not have been talking about hunting a dragon to test his skill.

After recently defeating Alduin, Dahlia Wintersnow still feels she has work which calls to her: Skyrim's Civil War. She joins the Stormcloaks and gets more than she bargained for as she gets to know Jarl Ulfric. Will she be able to fully chip away at the ice of his heart and make him see the correct path to a united Skyrim? Only Mara knows.*Crossposted from AO3*

An ordinary university student was isekai'd to the world of elder scrolls at the time of the oblivion crisis, watch as he tries hard to survive and save the world from unmaking.

After an encounter with a creature of legend, Rhiannon Wind-Born's world is turned upside down as she is put on a path that will lead to sought after answers. With the ongoing war between the Imperial Legion and the Stormcloak rebellion, a bigger threat looms over the expanse of Skyrim that can't be ignored. Rated T for now. Cover art by the talented Barbariank over at Deviantart!

Caught in the ambush and taken to Helgen, Rhys Dalgren assumed her life was forfeit the day she ran from the blood on her hands. It was just her luck, almost as if the gods were playing some sick joke on her very existence. However, when she is put before Imperial ledgerist, her name is on the list to be returned to Whiterun. When she returns, her punishment is anything but kind...

After several months striking terror into Skyrim, a member of a bloodthirsty vampire coven has a tattered fragment of her humanity returned to her. Having profaned everything she believed in, is there any hope for a chance at redemption?

A tale of a young thief who tries to forge her own destiny, in spite of the odds and even the gods.

Vogin, owner of the Honeystrand Meadery, is bored and seeking inspiration for a new drink. Once he finds it, he causes a series of events that haunts the people (and players) of Skyrim forever.

Ever hear of the song that bards don't sing? Well, these are the stories that most never hear; the types of stories closely guarded, and only told in hushed whispers beside the tavern fire - if they're ever told at all. Series of one-shots. Multiple Pairings. Disconnected, but mostly canon. Some explicit, but not all. Rated M for a reason.

When Skyrim's bards sang of the Dragonborn who would come to save them all, their prayer was for a man made in the image of Talos: a tall, mighty warrior with a Voice that could shake mountains. But the young woman who wakes up in the back of a prison wagon is neither tall nor mighty. Little and lost, she has mountains to climb before she discovers who, and what, she really is.

Someone is dreaming of Wolfskull cave or, more accurately, dreaming of a woman who was there on that eventful day, a woman who survived. I believe that this will have a place in the third part of The Book of Noxaura, but I am not sure where yet.

Ulfric Stormcloak is certain of only a few things about the Dragonborn, and after she returns from Sovngarde claiming to be a god that number dwindles to nearly nothing. But the Thalmor have begun to strengthen their grip on Skyrim, and the Dragonborn's ambitions will either take her to the heights she swears or to the Planes of Oblivion.

I've decided to write a story based on my very first Dovahkiin, the Breton Paladin Cura! Raised in the Vigil of Stendarr, she goes on to save Skyrim in times of crisis in a Season Unending! Humble and meek by nature, Cura finds her values and general disposition challenged by the brutal world around her. *Decided to write this since Skyrim's 10th Anniversary! :)*

All her life Myfanwy Caldevwin dreamed of graduating from Arcane University as a world renowned Master of Magic. Unfortunately, the only university that will take her is the College of Winterhold, the lowest ranked school for the arcane arts in all of Tamriel. Even more unfortunately, she's somehow managed to attract the notice of the College's mysterious Thalmor Master of Theory.

So the Dragonborn has returned, and is fighting for the fate of the world. Good for them. Because while that's going on we've got a kid lying his way into school, a woman with a teamkilling problem, an Orc trying not to get attached to her assassination target, and a cat who's really just here to cut hair. Not the people you'd ideally entrust the fate of Skyrim to, huh? COMPLETE.

An engineer from Earth plays a lot of TES V, always being the 'Knight in Shining Armor' rescuing the proverbial 'Damsel in Distress'. After Akatosh decided that our hero gets a job offer to help the new Dragonborn along, he wakes up in the cart to Helgen and is now a tall, strong and rejuvenated Khajiit; despite his knowledge from playing the game, not everything goes smoothly...