Alexander

New Writer | Queer man | 26

[deadsnakeman]

Hi! I’m new to writing fanfics here is some info.

Fandoms I will currently write for

The Elder Scrolls Skyrim

Dragon age Inquisition

Baldur’s Gate 3

X-Men (Comic & Animated only)

Will not be doing ships besides (blank) x male or gender neutral readers. (I feel there’s very few of either tbh)

I hope to improve my writing. I’ll not be taking requests till I’m more comfortable with writing.

I hope you all enjoy!

[deadsnakeman]

Rewatched treasure planet and forgot how much I had a big crush on this man. 😭😭 def gay awakening for me ✌️ litreally the reason I like bigger men and pirates way to much

[deadsnakeman]

What’s race is your Dragonborn in Skyrim?

Nord

Breton

Imperial

Redguard

Altmer (high elf)

Dunmer(dark elf)

Bosmer(wood elf)

Orsimer(orc)

Khajiit

Argonian

Modded race (comment)

Voting ended onJul 15

[deadsnakeman]

Dragon age with your favourite Companions(DLC ones included) (not best game just best companions personal opinion)

Dragon age origins

Dragon age 2

Dragon age Inquisition

Dragon age the veilguard

Voting ended onJan 22

[deadsnakeman]

(Short part 2/can be read on own)

The last Dragonborn was found in his homestead back in Skyrim beyond exhausted sitting slouched back deep into the wooden chair he placed infront of the stone fireplace in the centre, his eyes focused on the flickering flames to attempt to drown out his never ending worries from the last few weeks, having walked for days on end using off road paths and cave routes to make sure to avoid any of Moras seekers,lurkers and cultists that have been nonstop appearing from thin air to attack them from the docks of Raven Rock to the middle of populated cities causing them to have both issues with the creatures and city guards.

Hermaeus Mora has been attempting to get his revenge on the two Dragonborn’s who freed themselves from his tentacle like grasp while in his own realm of oblivion.

A weary sigh leaves his mouth as he sinks even further back into the chair despite any further he would be sliding to the cold floors of his home digging his feet into the stone ground to keep himself from doing so, the only sounds to be heard from the room is the crackling of the fireplace and the quiet snores from Miraak in his bedroom above, the warmth radiating the room was bringing some comfort to the last Dragonborn after the never ending quests of fetching a random item for payment worth only a few septum’s to stopping world ending level threats.

Despite the constant craving to go retire and never answer to the call of the Dragonborn agian, he doesn’t regret what he has done as of late despite the reactions that will come when Miraaks being alive is made public.

His thoughts then move from the chaos of his life to thoughts of Miraak, his intimidating height that towers many and the gravel of his voice, the differences of how their thuum feels, the darkness of his eyes tainted black from corruption of Apocrypha felt like they pierced through him with the intensity of his gaze that peaks through his mask, while traveling he noticed that Miraak preferred to keep it on as much as possible after his initial healing back on Solstheim, probably wanting to avoiding people assuming he worships Daedric Princes despite his mask also somewhat gives the impression he does either way.

The Dragonborn decides to finally take move to a bed before his back hates him in a few hours from dozing off from the cozy atmosphere his home radiates, he walks to the room where Miraak is currently sprawled across the bed in a deep slumber since being fully healed back on the island he barley has slept for long periods during the trip, both due to the sleep deprivation caused by the stress from Mora’s pawns appearing at the moment inconvenient times and his body catching up to being back in the normal realm the exhaustion finally caught up.

He decides to gently sit on the side of the bed beside Miraak, despite the safety in his house he knows it’s safer to stay close by, well that’s what he tells himself..

With a gentle hand he moves his arms to the side so he can lay down beside him and sleep before his thoughts keep him up any longer weather those thoughts are due to stress or other reasons.

Eyes flicker close, letting his body relax and look some tension that has felt like a permanent thing in his life, As he can doze fully off he feels a pair of arms strong arms circle around his waist and gently pulling him close to the other Dragonborn, Now flushed against him, feeling his head move to rest between his neck and shoulder, leaving a light yet tired kiss against his neck, he then hears Miraaks voice vibrate against the his neck quietly,

“Dii Dovahkiin” being the last thing the Dragonborn hears before dozing off in the comfort of his arms.

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(Translation from thuum org “my Dragonborn”)

Had big writers block + phone was broken so I hope you enjoyed this short little part 2 of previous miraak fic, I’m very new writer so any advice is welcomed!

[deadsnakeman]

I heard chewing from behind me and I turn and see miraak trying to eat bread through his mask?? Sir

[deadsnakeman]

He really wants to eat that bread 😭

[deadsnakeman]

I heard chewing from behind me and I turn and see miraak trying to eat bread through his mask?? Sir

[deadsnakeman]

Dorian Pavus x Male reader

(-what if Tobias Trevelyan was somewhat in the closet prior to last resort of good men quest? + some minor changes to quest-)

Tobias watches from across the library at what he calls Dorians nook, who is currently residing in his plush red chair, flipping through the books sent in to research Corypheus’s background.

How his brow crinkled in thought, his hand resting against his cheek, how this painfully beautiful man has not left Tobias’s mind since the day they have met, the moment he walked in the chantry all those months ago he wanted to walk right over to him and kiss his lips but one thing has been holding him back

Nobody knows he is attracted exquisitely to men, his family has no idea and knows from there not rants they would disapprove strongly over it, his friends nor his companions during the inquisition dont know as well, there are moments he has subtly flirted back with Dorian but recently overhearing some of the flirtatious comments from Bull towards Dorian has made him worried he doesn’t even have a chance and honestly has tried to control his jealously on his own part.

He decides to head down to see if Varric has heard back from his friend yet who he would be meeting eventually about the man?darkspawn?? Who nearly killed him, as he sits down beside Varric at his usual spot in the main hall, Varric let’s put a slight chuckle “back from making calf eyes at Sparkler?” Wait was it that obvious… maker…

“I have no idea what you are talking about” how many others know…

“Calm down Handy, I’m not judging what your into just when are you gonna tell him?” Varric’s tone light hearted but a curious tone to it.

“Nobody knows well now besides you…” he admits shyly, knowing Varric will be able to tell if he lied about it.

“Nobody knows you have feelings for Sparkler?”

“Nobody knows I like men period” Tobias at the moment has no idea what to do. But Varric gives him a half hearted smile and slight arm squeeze

“Nobody here Atleast in the inner circle would judge you for it, hey! A few of them also do as well” he is glad to know Varric wouldn’t judge me for this, now the others he is still unsure..

Just as Tobias was gonna speak more Mother Giselle came over to ask for a word with him. He toke his leave and followed her over to a less crowded area of the main hall.

“Ive had some concerns about the tevinter”

“About Dorian? What has he done?” Honestly confused because Dorian has done nothing but good for the inquisition.

“I’ve been in contact with his family and they want to have a meeting with a retainer” she stats

“I know him and his family aren’t on good terms, why would you be given this letters unless you’ve contacted them first”

She then admits she wants me to trick Dorian to go meet with the retainer

“I won’t be tricking Dorian” he grabs the letter from her hands and leaves to speak with Dorian right away.

Dorian is still in the same spot he left him in but a different book in hand this time. He notices his presence and looks up with a smile to see him.

“Tobias finally come for your daily check in for all your followers” he teases

“Actually I have a letter for you” you stat

“Oh is it a naughty letter? A humorous proposal from some Antivan dowager? ” He jokes

Letting out a disappointed chuckle “sadly no it’s from your father”

The mood shifts he gets up and takes the letter reading it twice over while passing back and forth in his little nook.

“I know my son?! What my father knows of me would barley fill a thimble, this is so typical, I’m willing to bet this ‘retainer’ is a henchman, hired to knock me on the head and drag me back to Tevinter.” He rants and paces back in his little nook area.

“He wont even have the chance to any harm come to you or take you anywhere unwilling, we can leave within the hour” he honestly says with full confidence he wouldn’t let anything touch him.

Dorian looks over to him looking a bit soft from the comment before nodding in agreement.

We start there journey soon after to Redcliffe with what feels like ages ago when they were stuck in the future and how if it wasn’t for Dorian everyone would be dead yet so many people treat Dorian like he has done any of the cruel things his home country has done despite trying to stop otherwise.

As we finally get into town Tobias turns to look over at him to check in before we head to the inn. He at first look seems fine but his eyes linger with a emotion he can’t place fully but he knows he wants to comfort said man in some way.

They walk in to find it empty. It’s mid day, this definitely is a trap of sorts.

“Uh oh, nobody’s here, this doesn’t bode well” Dorian stats the obvious

They then hear foot steps off to the side and turn to face a middle aged man, but from Dorian’s face he knows who it is.

“Father.” Dorian stats as if reading his mind to answer.

“So this whole story about the ‘family retainer’ was just.. what a smoke screen?” Dorian asks

Dorian’s father walks closer to the two of them. “Then you were told..”

Did his father really expect them not to warn him?? Really??

“I apologize for the deception, Inquisitor, I never intended for you to be involved” Honestly this man reminds Tobias of his own father and not in a good way.

Dorian then speaks “Of course not. Magister Pavus couldn’t come to skyhold and be seen with the dread Inquisitor. What would people think?” “what is this exactly father? Ambush? Kidnapping? A warm family reunion?”

His father seems slightly annoyed at Dorians words sighing “this is how it’s has always been.”

Tobias decides to step in. “You lied to get him here, Dorian has every right to be furious with you.”

“You don’t know the half of it maybe you should.” Dorian says

“Dorian there’s no need to-“ his father attempts to interrupt.

“I prefer the company of men, my father disapproves.”

“What” Tobias is surprised that Dorian thinks he doesn’t know based on witnessing his flirting through out the travels. But Dorian takes his what as not knowing what he ment.

“Did I stutter? Men and the company thereof as in sex, surely you’ve heard of it” oh god Tobias looks like a idiot right in this moment.

“I prefer the same company as well.” he decides to admit this to Dorian who in his right actually seems surprised at this fact due to his head snapping back to face him again.

“I should have known this is what this was about.” His father looking even more annoyed as the conversation goes.

“No. You don’t get to make those assumptions, you know nothing about the Inquisitor, you know nothing about him” Dorian defends Tobias from anything his father tries to assume.

“This is not what I wanted”Dorians father stats like his face doesn’t make it obvious to the rest.

“I’m never what you wanted, father or had you forgotten?” Tobias has honestly no idea how someone wouldn’t want Dorian. From his own knowledge he knows Tevinter has strict views of bloodlines his own father agrees with said principles.

“Dorian please, if you’ll only listen to me” his father try’s to get a word in.

“Why? So you can sprout more convenient lies? He taught me to hate blood magic. ‘The resort of the weak mind’ those are his words but he tried to change me!” Dorian rants looking more upset as he speaks

“I only wanted what was best for you!” Tobias really really wants to punch this man

“You only wanted what was best for you, for your fucking legacy! Anything for that!” Dorian turns to face the table near by to take a moment to breathe.

Tobias walks over to the table Dorian leans on, “I think we should go Dorian.”

Dorian agrees and follows him out.

They walk out of Redcliffe to set up camp a bit away from the town not wanting to travel over night back to Skyhold and not wanting to be staying in the same inn as his father. Dorians been silent since leaving the the place.

Dorians eyes misted eyebrows furrowed like he doesn’t want to cry in front of him, looking off into the distance of the forest, deep in thought over what had happened only a short time ago and what he has not told Tobias yet.

“My father he’s a good man, deep down, he taught me principle is important. He cares for me in his way, but he won’t ever change. I can’t forgive him for what he did. I won’t” Tobias heart breaks over sad tone of Dorian’s voice and how someone could hurt him so.

“You said he tried to change you?” He decides to ask hoping he isn’t pushing to much with such a recent wound.

“In desperation, I wouldn’t marry the girl, keeping everything unsavoury private and locked away. Selfish I suppose not wanting to spend my entire life screaming on the inside.” His words remind Tobias of how he saw what his life would have been forced into if he hadn’t left.

Dorian still staring off into the distance starts again “he was going to do a blood ritual, to alter my mind to make me acceptable. I found out. I left.” Tobias really wishes he didn’t let his father leave that inn now, how could someone’s own father do something so cruel.

Dorian speaks up again “I can’t even imagine the person I’d be now, I wouldn’t like that Dorian.” He finally stops staring into the distance to turn and face Tobias.

“Thank you Tobias for taking me out there, even if it didn’t work out…

Maker knows what you must think of me now after that display” Dorian looks a bit embarrassed still eyes glossed at what happened.

“I don’t think less I think more if possible” you admit

“The things you say” he has a small soft smile apon his face

“I mean it, before this only Varric who found out recently and additionally by accident knew I preferred the company men, your bravery gave me the courage to tell you” he looks away honestly a bit embarrassed by his own comment.

He then decides to move closer together and place his hand to cover Dorians besides his to give a slight squeeze as gentle reminder he is here for him. He looks over to the corner of his eye to see Dorian staring back at him, he turns back to see if Dorian has more to say and being so close together now he can’t help but let his eyes wander his face, how his eyes shine from the emotions before with the reflections of the flame from the fire a few feet away, how his moustache sits apon his lips that are curved into a small smile. Dorian seems to notice Tobias’s eyes wander to his lips as his smile turns to a slight smirk and he leans in to kiss him

Dorians hand slides up to caressing his cheek and slowly reaching into his hair pulling him into a much needed kiss, Tobias lets out a soft sign in relief of finally getting to kiss this man, how he spent so many nights thinking of how he would taste, still feeling the slight smirk lingering on the other man’s lips, he teases with slight bite at the others bottom lip, with a slight amused laugh and a few light kisses more they pull apart to catch their breathes.

“You enjoy playing with fire inquisitor “ Tobias rolls his eyes at the comment and leaves one more peck to his lips.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile.” He sheepishly admits

Dorian let’s out a short laugh “and here I thought till today the inquisitor wasn’t interested in men, I stand mistaken for once”.

“I hope it’s obvious now” he leans back in for a kiss once more. How Tobias already could not get enough of how soft his lips were.

The rest of the evening is spent with light kisses and new found confidence that maybe this will turn into something more. Both of them could only hope.

(I hope y’all enjoy Im new to fanfic writing so any suggestions to improve I’ll gladly except!)

[deadsnakeman]

MIRAAK X DRAGONBORN

- ( this is my first ever fanfic so any advice for writing is helpful enjoy!) -

“You will die and with the power of your soul I will return to Solstheim“

Miraak ends his speech and waits for me to say what could be either of our final words. It then dawned on me that wouldnt Mora be losing his champion? Wouldn’t that just mean one of us dies and the other is imprisoned by a Daedric Prince in his own realm..

“And have Mora loose his champion? Will that not just trap you yet again, As someone who is so desperate for his own freedom your doing a good job trapping yourself” if I can Atleast taunt this man to listen even if it means I’ll have to fight him once out of this realm I’ll try. I look over across the summit to see Miraak hesitate to grab his weapon his hand lingers just above the tilt, possibly considering the consequences if he fails this, if he truly would be free if he kept going the path he thought laid out for him, was it fate or was it Mora slowley whispering the idea into his head till it felt like it was the only way. After a few moments he finally speaks.

“…I am done being Hermaeus Mora’s pawn”

We both turn to face the wall of eyes above us, the only thing in the way of our freedom, the would be audience of our fight now the one mid battlefield. More eyes of Moras appear to stare back at us.

“Did you think to escape from me Miraak” Mora voice twists into into a less than pleased tone that not just his potential next champion defies him but his current one as well. That both are gonna fight there way out of here despite the extreme risk of it all.

Lurkers start appearing all over the summit, becoming more and more chaotic in battle as time goes on but if it means our life’s and escaping Apocrypha we must keep going. Magic shooting everywhere, Shouts echoing around us, back to back with a man less than a few moments ago I’d thought Id be forced to kill. This is the true power a Dragonborn can wield. Actually getting to hearing Miraak’s thuum both from differences to my own and how powerful he is. I truly hope this man can stay by my side afterwards for more reasons than one.

I hope this battle ends soon, one healing potion left, that I will save for the end, my muscles screaming at me for this non stop fight, just before exhaustion hits it all stops.

The bodies of creatures start to pile as Mora reappears to speaks again.

“Be warned, Many have thought as you do, I have broken them all, you shall not evade me”. His tone seems as if he is fed up and done with dealing with us for now. If we have to deal with him we must but hopefully somewhere he has less influence as his own realm.

As he disappears a black book plops down appearing in the center of the platform, I turn to look over at Miraak and see him on his knees clutching his stomach making a slight hissing noise from a large wound across his torso.

“Shit” I didn’t even realize he was hurt till now I run over to heal him, his breathing is shallow before I start, when his breathing gets a bit more steady I pull his arm over my shoulder to carry some of his weight to get out of this realm and somewhere safe to clean and wrap his wounds properly. I hand him a potion as we walk over to the book to be sent back. He chugs it quickly seeming to be able to walk a bit better after the fact before touching the pages.

We finally appear back on Solstheim on the edge of the cave I set my camp in to keep my distance from populated areas just incase things went bad. I place him on my bedroll and grab wrappings, water bottle and several healing potions.

“I need to remove your robes to wrap the wound can -“

“..go ahead..” he slowley says as if he was hesitant to let me heal it despite it possibly being deadly.

I slowley peel off the layers of his robes and start using a wet cloth to clean off blood that lingered, my hands linger a bit to much, I don’t even know what this man looks like yet I can’t deny there’s a strange power of this man that attracts me to him. I realize I’ve not been moving for a moment while deep in thought when I hear a slight chuckle then a wince from the man himself.

“Apologies just tired”I excuse as not to seem like I was totally not doing what it looks like.

He just stares back at me, probably in to much pain to talk much. I quickly and tightly wrap him up then grab some spare robes I found that run a bit large of me to give him to get him out of blood and whatever the black water is from Apocrypha honestly I don’t want to know what it is.. I turn to give him some privacy to change but still close by just incase he pulls something in process. I turn back as the shuffling stops to see him with his mask plopped on his lap and his pitch black eyes staring back towards me.

So he is human, I assumed as much, he almost looks normal exception of his eyes black covering the entirety of them with black veins in spots around them yet you can still feel his stare into mine, but that doesn’t take away from his appearance that honestly his ego makes sense from it alone.

“Is my face really so corrupted from my time that you have to stare” he assumes based on my mouth slightly dropped that its due to fear of this man’s appearance not anything else.

“Your a gorgeous man… WAIT i didn’t mean to say that, well you are, I meant to say you have little corruption only around your otherwise your-“ I’m fumbling my words I’m usually not this bad will this be a trend of embrassing myself in front of his presence…

“A gorgeous man?”

He looks both amused by my flustered state but equally confused or concerned that I find him attractive despite it.

I can already tell this man has a power over me and it’s not the stones this time.

I don’t notice how close I’m getting to Miraak till I’m inches away from his face till I can feel his breath against mine.

He doesn’t pull back as I do, he just stares waiting for my next move, he seems unsure if I know what I’m doing and if my intentions are. So

I test my luck by leaning in the rest the way to kiss his lips softly, after a moment he doesn’t move as I go to pull back I feel a hand wrap behind my head and pull me back into a deep kiss, I put my hands against his chest gently to not undo any progress I made with the healing, I lean into the kiss more, his other hand slowly slides over my waist to pull me in more, I remove the mask from his lap to place aside to then lightly straddle him trying to still be cautious that he is hurt and this maybe a terrible idea, just feeling that we both are so pulled to each other in such a way after so little time of knowing him. But despite how much I want to continue with the kissing only getting heavier I pull back slightly to catch my breathe and look at him.

His eyes lidded looking at me like he wants to devour me but also his tense shoulders showing despite how much he wants this he is still in pain. I need to let him rest. We can continue this hopefully later when we both can handle that.

“We should sleep, we need to sail off back to Skyrim in the Morning we shouldn’t overstay our welcome”.

We will need to depart as soon as possible due to when Skal village finds out Miraak is in fact alive despite the sacrifices made to do otherwise.

I knew the risks of bringing him back here and I know I’ll make a few enemies for this decision if he tries to do any harm to the world it will be my responsibility to fix that like most things.

Just having a man who I feel even our souls are connected like its instinctual is a completely new and honestly terrifying feeling but so worth it. I couldn’t have chosen otherwise.

I look over to see Miraak laid back in a deep slumber already from exhaustion. I wonder if he needed sleep when locked away, he obviously didn’t age, four thousand years with no sleep sounds horrible, honestly the fact this man is debatably sane after what he experienced is shocking. I don’t want to know what horrors this man seen when I loathed being there for even a couple moments.

I reach out to stroke his cheek before lightly, looking at how relaxed he is, how I almost could have never had this prior, I gently rest against his side to not irritate the injury but enough to bring some warm to him.

I let my mind wander to how ill explain him to the others back home, will he want to rest and live a semi peaceful life after that, will he still try to rule the world.

We can figure that out when we resettle back home.

I then feel his arm pull me a bit closer in his sleep. Seeking out more warmth.

Oh this man will be the death of me but for better context this time.

[tenderheartedbrat]

men breathing heavy!! men moaning!!! men whimpering!!!!

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[empospective]

[burrowingdweller]

I love doing humanizations

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