Ulfric Stormcloak is having some strange thoughts about Galmar Stone-fist. Ulfric/Galmar smut!

Four prisoners try to regain their lives. Two sisters seek their past, one looks for a future, the other for their present. The world collides and falls around them. Somewhere in the center, a god is awakening. All OCs all the time

What is to do a normal nerdy girl when confronted with the cruel world of Skyrim? Find love with a man than can protect her, of course! But how many trials is she going to face before? Just because there aren't enought self-insert fics!

My Skyrim character, Aesia, going through with being Dovahkiin.

The DragonBorn is a Khajit and Lydia can't help but wonder why she has to act so weird all the time.

My sweet little Nightingale. A young Thief lives for adventure and luxury. Follows thieves guild questline. Rated for sexual scenes. BrynjolfxDragonborn When an Assassin fails to kill Roan, she sets out to find answers. 3rd chapter is now up.

The Dragonborn is a woman to be feared. Destined to save Tamriel from the return of the dragons, she must embark on an epic adventure filled with betrayal, romance and adventure. A write-up of my playthrough. Part Original Story - Part Game Story.

Aicantar never thought he would leave the confines of the Understone Keep and away from his Uncle's work, until he met a strange girl half Nord and half Breton who changed his life, and led him to places he never dreamed possible.

The two brothers have not seen each other since they were boys. One has grown up to be a Thalmor Justiciar, another - to be the Dragonborn.

How does a "hero" handles loneliness? Death of friends? Racisme? Skyrim-based.

Supplementary content for my story Companionship, detailing the backstory and current exploits of the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood.

Keela has always wanted to join them. No one can take her seriously, with her physique and visions, and unfortunately for her, they are right to. But Keela doesn't want to give up, even if it means staying a Whelp in the Companions' eyes.

Alduin was defeated and the arrogant Stormcloak had his throne. Arianna Goldenmane had bought the house in Markarth because it was the furthest she could get from the soon to be High King and still be in Skyrim. StumpyBear smut/fluff warning.

She hurt him in more ways than he dared to mention. He regretted not going with her and Mercer to Snow Veil Sanctum. He regretted that he hadn't been the one to slit her traitorous little throat. He regretted that he'd never be able to ask her "why?"

Nirn is changing and for the worse. The Dragonborn must live up to the expectations of old, but what happens when the fate of all rests on flawed shoulders? Later DB/Brynjolf. Rated in lieu of future chapters.

The Dovahkiin is traumatized at his execution by the dragon's flames. If Skyrim's fate rests with this Pyrophobic, how will anyone survive? *Male, half-breed Dovahkiin, M/M*

A man, long forgotten in Skyrim's past, rises just as Skyrim's darkest days approach. However, as he moves about, he learns there's something dangerous about Skyrim besides the re-emergence of dragons. Rated T because I'd rather be safe than sorry.

Nocturnal's luck is never something to be exploited or wasted. Such is what two Wood Elves and a Redguard must learn the hard way.

Son of a Thalmor, brother of a Thalmor, he abides by Nord customs, upholds the ideal of honour and strong kinship, bends his knees reverently at a shrine to Talos - and answers to a Nord name. The roots of this lie in his childhood.

During the turbulent Fourth Era of Tamriel, a traveller is waylaid at the Cyrodiil/Skyrim border, setting in motion a chain of events which will take the reluctant hero to the very gates of Sovngarde itself. Rated for violence, gore, language and sex.

Simple, she thought. She should have remembered that just because it seemed simple to think about, it did not mean it would go according to plan...

A girl with a dream to open her own chain of retail stores finds herself in another world. M for violence... eventually.

His voice was soft, coaxing, but the underlying growl in his tone demanded obedience. It caressed her and lacerated her, filled her with pretty promises and dangerous threats. So sweet, so bitter. Like honey and vinegar.

She still calls me 'Brother'. My heart aches ever so. Astrid had come around to me but not in the way I had to her.

I am the Son of your Terror and The Daughter of your Sins, those who wish to seek me, may only listen as I am Silence.