Have you ever gone to sleep then woke up in a different body, and inside a world that you thought was once a game? No? Because that's what happened to me. I'm not even the main character! I'm just the sidekick! I guess my long painful days of being Shouted off mountains and the likes begin now... [AU Skyrim Gamer] REWRITE INCOMING!

Alessia, a furious Imperial warrior hyperfocused on vengeance. Bishop, a crafty ranger with mysterious intentions. Both of their fates, entwined with that of the world. ... There will be no smut in this story, but there are steamy scenes, so don't say I didn't warn you. Steamy, not smutty. Final note: This story is based on modded Skyrim, mainly Skyrim Romance by Mara. Bishop/OC

Hrefna has a crush on Sondas, but he likes Miss Miranja (Dragonborn). Hrefna likes her, too, but she's jealous of the attention Miranja gets from Sondas. She overhears Miranja telling Talvas about the midnight meeting she's planning with Sondas, and Hrefna makes herself stay awake to spy. The next morning, Miranja and Hrefna have a little talk about the birds and the bees.

A marching song for a united Skyrim being led by The Dragonborn against The Aldmeri Dominion

Caria complains and the intended training is abandoned. All in all a normal day for the new Blades order.

“You’ll have a hard time believing this because it never happens, but I may have made a mistake.”  In which Caria may have actually broken Delphine after her latest adventure.

The past and present converge as an assassin of old reminisces on many of her past failures, as well as records the betrayal that expedited the destruction of the brotherhood on Wayrest. Perhaps she can find redemption by guiding the remnants of her organization in Skyrim.

Derkeethus lived a painfully mundane life up until he got captured by Falmer and held in a pit for an indeterminate amount of time. While things seemed to be coming to an end for him, his suffering wasn't for nothing; his luck finally seemed to be turning around. A stranger swoops in and takes him off his feet, quite literally. Rated M for 18 plus reasons.

Deux ans après la défaite de Dagoth Ur et le déclin des Tribuns, Vvardenfell est en proie aux menaces daedriques. Alors que le Culte impérial fait appel aux Disciples de Stendarr, la crise traversée par le Temple de Morrowind provoque la naissance et l'ascension d'un ordre renégat : les Exaltés du Nérévarine.

Imagine driving home from work, and then the next thing you know you're floating in an endless abyss with some weird fucking blue textbox asking you beta test their new 'system', whatever the hell that is. Whatever, I'm supposed to get stronger with the more land I control. The High Kings throne is lookin kinda empty... Skyrim Gamer!OC

Elle l'avait dit que ce titre d'Enfant de Dragon lui attirerait des problèmes. Cela ne l'empêcherait pas d'accomplir sa mission, après tout l'avenir de Nirn la concernait un peu, mais pas question qu'elle le fasse en souriant !

LEÍRÁS AZ ELSŐ RÉSZBEN!

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 the new guildmaster is harmed during a job the best medicine in Skyrim is a warm body. Is Brynjolf up to the task?

Rictus is given the choice of customizing his start in skyrim. He choices alteration magic as his skill of choice and starts in Whiterun in the Breeze home. Follow him as he figures out that this is not just like the game he once knew. This is basically just an idea I had where 18 people enter skyrim and each of them are given one of the skills from the game. Basically SI.

The north lies sundered, kingless, bleeding. The Battle for Skyrim has begun. Stretching from the ever-changing Imperial lead kingdoms of the east; to the bitter cold tradition clad kingdoms of the west. Powerful forces emerge from the throat of it all, causing the wheel of fate to turn to uncertain heroes. A depth driven novelization and expansion of Skyrim

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"

Just a bunch of little stories I made up featuring my Dragonborn OC. Nothing too big. K, enjoy

One day a group of new bandits come across a baby. They have no idea how to raise a baby, let alone how to even get along with each other. (pre-canon Skyrim; various tone shifts; cross-posted on AO3)

For Rosha, her father Tjorvi had always been more of a problem than a parent. After inheriting a substantial debt and finding herself in another huge bind, she's convinced there can't be a light at the end of the tunnel. However, a proposition from a stranger not only provides a chance at coin, but also sheds a light brighter than dragon fire on a future she couldn't imagine.

Revyn Sadri, pawnshop owner, Grey Quarters, Windhelm. He'd made a quiet, modest living selling second-hand goods until he'd married an adventurous spellsword with a nose for treasure. Now his life is a constant struggle to empty his wife's junk drawers and find ways to bury the dragonbones. Meandering, slice-of-life events centered around the mate of the Dragonborn. (AU/Family)

You've all heard the story of the first son of Akatosh, the ruler of clan Volkihar and the first Dragonborn. And how they were all brought down, by the Last Dragonborn. What if I told you, his story from the beginning? And how it didn't end in Apocrypha. Based on the first chapter of my story: The Apotheosis of Mortals. And how my Dragonborn achieved Godhood.

Life spiraled out of control and all he wanted was to protect her. Val's attempt to see Lucretia far from the clutches of abuse ends with them torn apart for months yet again. As she attempts to make a life for herself in the hostile north, she wills herself to remain strong all while waiting for her brother to find her. Then legends came back to life rendering everything to ashes.

This is a fan fiction based on my OC and one of my favourite Mod characters. Thanks to @potasticpanda22 for making the Mod in question, the Recorder Follower Mod. Writing this story has been and continues to be a lot of fun for me, so I hope it's fun for ya'll to read.

The Dragonborn has defeated Alduin and now she expects the chance to maybe get a few days rest. Unfortunately a meddling dragon god seems to disagree and the Last Dragonborn wakes up over two hundred years in the past, behind bars in the Imperial City prison. As if that isn't bad enough, she must find and protect the Last Septim before all Oblivion is released on Nirn. Ode to joy.