#skyrim ff

[fandom-imagines]

Most people, if not everyone, longed to meet their soulmate; the person that they had been bound to by the heavens, and Y/N was no different, but somehow meeting hers whilst covered in blood wasn’t exactly the plan.

Her eyes stared towards the man, who coincidentally was also covered in blood, as the dragon lay at their feet, painting both of them with its blood. The only part of them which wasn’t covered in blood was the tattoo on their wrists, linking them to each other.

“So, you’re my soulmate,”

“Seems that way,”

[thievesguildbest]

No One Walks Away From Me: A Skyrim Fanfic

Pairing: Brynjolf x F!Dragonborn Summary: Colrina patches up Brynjolf after an encounter with Maven Black-Briar. (Whumptober Day Two: “Bloody Hands”)  Word Count: 324

“You’re lucky,” Colrina said as she pulled the needle through an inflamed patch of Brynjolf’s skin. “The blade wasn’t poisoned.” 

Brynjolf winced, then rolled his eyes. “Doesn’t feel that way, Lass,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “I don’t think luck was on my side tonight.”

“I guess you’re in the wrong line of work, then.” Colrina couldn’t help the small smirk that graced her lips as she continued stitching up Brynolf’s wound. “What were you thinking, going to Maven directly? You know she hates being cut out of a deal.”

A sigh, low and heavy, reached her ears, and she stopped working long enough to glance at Brynjolf’s face. His eyes were shut in resignation and pain, but what stood out the most was the way he lowered his head in shame. Briefly, Colrina considered backtracking. She didn’t want to make Brynjolf feel worse than he already did. But before she could even open her mouth, he sighed again.

“I don’t know.” Brynjolf rarely admitted when he was in the wrong, but to Colrina, it seemed like there was no escaping it this time. “I thought... since the Guild’s back on its feet again and our debt to her is paid off, Maven would be... more open to the idea.”

Colrina went back to her needlework. “And what did she say?”

“‘No one walks away from me,’” Brynjolf quoted with another eye-roll. “Then she had Maul rough me up a little.” He shook his head. “Steel cuts deep.”

As she finished stitching the wound, Colrina found herself thanking Nocturnal that steel, this time, hadn’t cut too deep. Dipping her bloody hands in the wash basin next to her, she rolled her shoulders back and gave Brynjolf the lightest tap on the shoulder. 

“Wound’s patched. Try not to move your arm too much for the next few days. And for Divines’ sake, drink the healing potions.”

Brynjolf gave her a small grin. “No promises, Lass.”

A/N: Just a drabble for day two of Whumptober. Hope you enjoyed reading! Reblogs and likes are much appreciated! 

[skyrimpotomeksmoka]

Potomek Smoka

Pierwsze moje podejście do fikcji z uniwersum Elder Scrolls, dokładniej to z odsłony piątej, Skyrima (gdybym się myliłam proszę mnie trzasnąć - samym TESem interesuję się od wyjścia Skyrima i poza nim grałam tylko w TES Online).

Fik, którego będę publikowała będzie pisany ze strony postaci, która ma zamiar dołączyć do Alduina. Jak do tego dojdzie jeszcze wyjawię później.

Opieram się również na modach do gry TES V: Skyrim, które nadają się do fabuły oraz da się dane modyfikacje wyjaśnić.

Revan de Taladaar opuścił swe rodzinne ziemie w pobliżu Farmy Sarethi aby poszukać wyzwań i informacji o otaczającym go świecie, ruszając tym samym wgłąb prowincji Skyrim. Miał dość wiejskiego życia, które było zbyt nudne dla wyrastającego z objęć ojca i matki syna poszukującego wrażeń jako rycerz czy inny wojownik. Ustalając Helgen za cel podróży z racji chęci zaciągnięcia się do armii Cesarskich - podobnie jak jego wuj Rothgard - zatrzymał się w Pękninie aby zaopatrzyć się na podróż i sprawić sobie wierzchowca. Noc, która nastała zmusiła go do przenocowania w tamtejszej gospodzie “Pod Pszczelim Żądłem”, a z samego rana został zbudzony przez głośne ryki chłopa, któremu rzekomo smok spalił farmę. Zdecydował się to sprawdzić z czystej ciekawości, chociaż nie miał pojęcia że spotkanie z jednym z tych gadów zmieni jego postrzeganie świata.