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skyrimaddiction · 3 years

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Farkas Becomes a Vampire

Here is a scene from my fan fic with my OC Syan.

Farkas and I are walking across a deeply snow covered path South East of Winterhold. We just slayed a dragon from ontop of Mount Anthor and are making our way back down to a main road. The wind whistled by me and sent a shiver though my body.

“The wind is picking up.” I said. I look up at the sky and see a nasty darkening sky out in the distance. “We better hurry and find someplace to shelter, a storm is coming.” I said. Farkas nodded in agreement.

“We are close to Winterhold, let’s go there.” Farkas replied. I nodded. He is more familiar with this area than I am, I’ve only been up this way a few times. We pick up our pace and continue towards Winterhold and the wind really starts whipping by us, painfully cold, and it starts snowing. The storm is approaching much faster than I originally thought. Farkas pulls me closer and positions me directly behind him, blocking most of the wind.

“Stay close, it is getting hard to see.” he said. We trudge along when we hear an ear splitting howl. I unsheathe my daggers and whirl around looking for the sound. The snow is falling hard and fast, making visibility poor. I hear Farkas draw his greatsword and feel him press his back into mine. We both look around us for the howl we heard. Then a shadow lunges at Farkas, it’s mouth open wide with a mouth of jagged teeth. Farkas shifts his blade to block the horrid creature’s bite, and it’s teeth clamp down on the blade instead of his shoulder. I go to turn to help him, when I hear footsteps running in my direction. I whirl back around and block an attack from a crazed woman. Her eyes glow in an unnatural way, and her lips part to display a fanged snarl.

“Vampires!” I shout to Farkas. He throws the hound off into the snow, when three more vampires descend upon us. I fight with the one woman and deliver a sequence of quick jabs with my daggers, finally piercing her heart and she collapses. A male vampire lunges at me and I roll away to dodge his attack. As quickly as I roll away I leap onto his back and wrap my legs around his waist. I look over quickly at Farkas to see him battling two other vampires, and one of them was clearly much more powerful than the rest. I couldn’t help him until I took care of the one I was latched onto. The male vampire is furiously clawing at me trying to get me off. I swiftly draw both my daggers across his throat and let go of him, delivering a hard kick to make him fall into the snow. He collapses and bleeds out before he had a chance to heal or use his magic against me. I whirl around to help Farkas, when i see the one vampire frantically trying to hold onto Farkas, as the second more powerful one bites into his neck.

“No!” I shout. I hurl myself as hard and as fast as a could, colliding hard with the powerful vampire. I unleash a fury of slices and stabs deep into it’s flesh, before finally shoving my dagger up through the vampire’s chin into it’s brain. I turn to find Farkas decapitating the last vampire. He is holding one hand pressed to his neck, trying to staunch the bleeding, while his other arm holding his greatsword goes limp, and he collapses into the snow. I rush over to his side.

“Syan.” he says in labored breathing. I panic because I don’t have any healing potions or cure disease potions, and I don’t know how to heal others with magic yet, because I only focused on destruction magic. I rip off some cloth and press it tightly to his neck wound and wrap more fabric around him tightly to hold it in place.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” I hissed. “Can you stand? We need to get to Winterhold to heal you and make sure you haven’t contracted the disease that causes vampirism.” I say. Farkas tries to stand but falls back down onto his knees. He has lost too much blood and is too weak.

“No. I can’t. I’m sorry” he says.

“Fuck!’ I hiss. The wind is howling worse than the hound was, and ice crystals are now starting to whip past and slice our skin like fine paper cuts.

“We need shelter now, and we can wait it out. You’ll be able to make it a day or so. The storm will pass by then.” I say. Farkas weakly nods and gestures in a direction towards Winterhold.

“There are ruins nearby. Called Journeymen’s Nook.” I nod, and muster every bit of strength I can to drag him through the snow. The snow storm is now a full blown white out, and I can’t see a damn thing, nor hear anything but the wind. I keep dragging Farkas in the direction he gestured, and my hope is fading, when finally a see a slight shadow of ruins. I haul him faster into the ruins. It looks like some bandits were staying here previously. There is a fire pit, sleeping bags, some weapons and food. I quickly lay him down on a sleeping bag and start a fire. Farkas is passed out, but still breathing. I sigh with relief. I look around to see if there are any healing potions, but nothing. I sit on the sleeping bag next to Farkas and wait, keeping a close eye on him. As time goes by, the storm shows no sign of slowing, and his condition worsens. I stay close and hold his hand. If his wounds didn’t kill him first, he was going to turn. I could see the changes in his face. His breathing became even more labored. I hung my head down in despair. I couldn’t do anything to help him. I am powerless and hopeless in this situation until the storm clears, and he didn’t have much time. I hear him take in another breath, and then stop. I panic and lean over to check on him, when I hear him take another deep breath. I thought I lost him for a minute. I quickly wiped the tear from my eye.

“Syan?” I hear him whisper.

“I am here.” I reply back. His eyes open, and by the nines he had changed. His eyes were still silver, but they were such an intense glowing silver they left me breathless. His face, more sharp and handsome than before, his hair, which was usually unkempt, was now silky smooth. He sat up slowly and removed his bandage wrappings, and the wound was healed. He blinked and looked back at me.

“I feel better, I feel great actually.” he says in a surprised voice. I nod as a look down at my hands.

“Because you have changed.” I repy back sadly. He blinks back in confusion. “You are a vampire now.” I say. I pass him a bowl of water. “Here, look.” I say. He takes the bowl and looks down at his reflection in the water and just stared with wide eyes for a few moments, before giving the water back.

“What does this mean?” He asks, unsure. I sigh.

“Well, you won’t be able to tolerate the sun anymore, and you are weaker to fire, you will need to drink blood to survive and stay sane. You will be stronger and faster than you are now, and will never age. There is no known cure.” I say.

“No, what does this mean for us? And my brother?” He replies back, fear and sadness were apparent on his face. I lean over and wrap my arms around him and pull him in a deep hug. I rest my chin on his head as I whisper into his hair.

“It changes nothing Farkas. I am still here for you, and your brother will be too. Sure he is going to be furious and scared like all of us, but you are his brother and that will never change. Werewolf, Vampire, whatever.” I reply. His arms wrap around me tightly, and I hear him take a deep breath and exhale. He hums.

We stay in the ruins for another day and the storm finally passes. Under the cover of night, we make our way Whiterun to talk to Vilkas and the other companions about what happened and what to do next. I know the Dawngaurd have already been recruiting to kill vampires throughout Skyrim, perhaps I can arrange a deal with them to help find a cure for Farkas. He is going to need all of our help and support with his new change. All I know is for certain is that I would travel all of Tamriel and the realms for Farkas.

#Skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #Farkas

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firebrands · 4 years

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💜✨ This is an Amazing Creator Award! Your creations are incredible, and they light up every dashboard they land on. Pass this on to eight of your favorite creators to show your appreciation and let them know their art/fic is loved! ✨💜

ahhh thank you, syan :) ❤️

#asks #venomous-soliloquy

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onlymorelove · 4 years

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🤗 thank you so much for your wonderful message, syan!!! 😭 xoxo

#this is so sweet.#and your timing is impeccable; life's being a pain in the ass.#syan #people saying nice things #😭😭😭

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uozlulu · 4 years

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Going to stick these here for now in case I lose the file or need it to be easier to search or something.

Notes on the ES21 soulmate mark AU fic I was rambling about in this post. Just kind of organizing things so when it comes time to write it I can hopefully write it quickly.

Some characters might not show up, others might get added to the list. Those missing so far are characters I either felt like I didn’t have confidence in writing or didn’t really remember since it’s been over 10 years since I finished the manga. Also trying to keep the cast of active characters on the small side even though a lot of characters will be there if only in general. All flashbacks/scenes/etc...will need proper fleshing out and so forth of course. These are all just my initial ideas, which are highly likely to evolve as I go as all my fics tend to do.

Probably going to wait until I finish watching the anime before writing it. Kind of tried to be canon compliant but also didn’t want to spend oodles of time tracking down details, so just kind of setting the goal as having fun with the AU and letting it do what it wants to do

Headcanons:

The World Bowl VI was Sunday, August 2, 2020. (It’s where the top football teams from around the world kick off the football season with a three week tournament started in 2015). The rehearsal is Friday, August 7, 2020. The wedding is Saturday August 8, 2020. Everyone goes home sometime Sunday, August 9, 2020. They have the ranch from Tuesday, August 4, 2020 – Monday, August 10, 2020.

High school football players form Japan, pro players from around the world, friends from school, friends from college are all invited along with their spouses, partners, significant others, and kids. Family members include Tetsuma’s mom who looks like him and their Seibu high school coach.

Sena –34 in December, played for Enma University from 2005 – 2009, been with the Seattle Superstars since 2009. Starting to contemplate retiring. The Seattle recruiter saw Sena’s tryout back in high school and tracked him down to beg him to sign with Seattle when Sena finally cashed in his NFL draft invitation from the Youth World Cup. Officially been in a long-distance relationship with Panther since 2010, but really they’ve kind of been a thing for longer than that.

Hiruma – 34 since February, plays for the San-Antonio Armadillos since 2006, likes to say he won’t retire until his age is his jersey number (55). Has been living with Mamori since 2006. They’re not married, but their daughter was born in 2017.

Kurita – 35 since July, played with the Tokyo Stallions, played from 2008 – 2016, works at the temple now.

Monta –34 on August 31, played for the San Antonio Armadillos from 2008 – 2013, having to retire after a career-ending injury at the start of the 2012 – 2013 season. Married Suzuna in 2008. They have a daughter born in 2010 and a son born in 2012. After retirement, he returned to Japan and he’s been coaching and teaching at Deimon ever since.

Juumonji –34 in October, Kuroki 34 on September 1, Togano 34 in October – all went on to have fairly normal jobs (banker, office worker, advertising). Kuroki is married with a kid or two, Juumonji is gay and has a partner who works the same bank and is his “roommate,” Togano is still single.

Yukimitsu – 34 since February, never played football again after high school, became a veterinarian.

Komusubi – 33 since January – never played football again after high school, became a personal trainer.

Ishimaru – 35 in October, never played football again after high school, went on to run in the Hakone Eikoden in university, has a normal job

Taki – 35 since April, played with the Orlando Divers 2004 – 2008 and then was traded to the Nashville Fighters where he’s been since 2008. Never married. Does he date anyone? Who knows. “My brother,” “my niece,” “my nephew.”

Musashi – 35 since Apirl, been playing the the Takekura Construction Babels since 2004, still working construction, personal life is pretty private, but does have a son who plays elementary school soccer.

Mamori 35 in November, ENL teacher to small children, still helps strategize football, been living with Hiruma since 2006 and had a daughter in 2017, living her best life

Suzuna 33 since March, married to Monta since 2008 with two kids, first of the group to get married, part-time matchmaker, has a decent success rate. Hiruma = You-nii, Juumonji = Monjii, Kuroki = Kurokki, Togano = Toga, Komusubi = Kamusubicchi, Yukimitsu = Yukki, Ishimaru = Tet-chan, Musashi = Musha-syan, Mamori = Mamo-nee, Kid = Kiddon,” Cereberus = Ceru, Sena has no nickname

Kid (Mushanokoji Shien) – 35 in November, comes from a noble line, at odds with parents over lifestyle choices and is now estranged, played with the Takekura Construction Babels from 2004 – 2005, played with the Tokyo Stallions from 2005 – 2010, played with the Houston Fishermen from 2010 – 2020. Started Sports Club with Tetsuma in 2012, which is a revitalization of the Boys and Girls Club concept. Hopes to keep working and growing the club in retirement. Been with Tetsuma since 2006. Wanted to enjoy being married so that’s why they waited until they were retired from pro ball.

Tetsuma – 35 since May, his mom looks just like him, played for the Tokyo Stallions from 2004 – 2008, played for the Dallas Titans from 2008 – 2020. Helps Kid run Sports Club, very good at organizing and budgeting.

Riku – turned 34 in April, played with Enma Fires from 2005 – 2009, played with the Yokohama Belugas from 2009 – 2015, still wears the team’s squid hat merch when it’s cold outside. Retired after a horrific injury which he still uses a cane for. Runs a pet bird store. Dated lots of people, still hasn’t settled for anyone.

Buffalo – 36 in October, got rid of the dreads soon after graduation in a bid to try and fit into Japanese society, now his hair is just long. Moved to the US in 2005 and ended up doing stuff like MMA, Ninja Warrior, and UFC. Has an American wife and three daughters (ages 12, 9, and 7).

Horide – no canon age, so let’s assume he’s roughly like late 50’s – early 60’s by 2020, still coaching football, but considering retirement, proud of all the kids who have ever been on his team. He’s pretty much in a parental position in the audience seating, and treated as one might treat a dad during such an event

Saba –mid-30’s, no real wiki info, became an office worker, has one child, didn’t play football after high school.

Aiuchi Hina – mid 30’s, not much wiki info, head cheerleader, Miss Seibu, probably married to an unnamed former teammate, and probably has at least one kid

Shin – 35 since July, played for Ojou Silver Knights 2004 – 2009, played for the New England Musketeers since 2009, has many Super Bowl wins, a true legend in both the US and Japan. Ignores tabloid rumors about him dating models and singers so he can enjoy some privacy with his partner, an indie rocker who preformed the half time show in 2013. They’ve been living together out in the middle of nowhere upstate New York since 2016 in a modest house that no one really would think celebrities owned. Has a condo near the Musketeers’ training facilities.

Sakuraba – 34 since March, played for the Ojou Silver Knights 2004 – 2009, played for the Seattle Superstars from 2009 – 2018, retired because he wanted to do something else with his life. Has gone on to play in a local band that’s had moderate success around the Pacific Northwest touring clubs, lounges, and bars. Keeps his private life very private.

Panther – probably 34 (no birthday given), likely graduated high school in 2005 like Sena, so probably met Sena the summer before sophomore year at high school, maybe has a summer birthday and was already 16 when they met. Nasa Aliens/Shuttles was a travel team he was in from 2001 – 2005, also played high school football with his local high school from 2001 – 2005, played with the San Antonio Armadillos since 2005, took business courses online and has a degree since he thought that might help him keep from falling into pitfalls other pro-athletes fall into with money and retirement. Didn’t have a cellphone when he met Sena, but they exchanged e-mail addresses. When Sena went to Notre Dame High School, they exchanged AIM handles and got to talk to each other more often since they were on the same time zone. Eventually exchanged numbers once Panther got a cellphone after graduating high school. Kind of were rocking the long distance relationship chic before it was an official relationship.

Jeremy – probably 34 or 35, the kid with the glasses, still close friends with Panther. Played at Stanford from 2004/2005 – 2006/2007, knows multiple languages for fun so he’s still not the best translator. Continued his degree while playing professionally because he promised. Played with the New England Musketeers since 2006/2007 and retired earlier in 2020. Has a son and daughter (ages 6 and 9). His wife is a teacher.

Homer – probably 34 or 35, the kid with the long hair, also still close friends with Panther and Jeremy, chose to go into the NFL draft upon graduating high school. Played for the Nashville Fighters from 2004/2005 – 2010/2011, and then got transferred to the Chicago Gangsters in 2010/2011 and retired in 2018 back to Houston where he helps run a charity that picks up the slack across Texas after disasters when FEMA can’t get its act together to help people. He’s currently trying to build the charity up so it can function in multiple states.

Big Brother Gonzales – probably 36 maybe about to turn 37, biggest guy from the travel team and probably the oldest member. Played with the University of Kentucky from 2002/2003 – 2006/2007, played for the Denver Pumas from 2006/2007 – 2010/2011 when he had a career ending injury. Had his kanji tattoo covered up and started collecting more tattoos. Has also gotten the correct kanji tattooed on him at some point.

Little Brother Gonzales – probably 32, never really got as big as his brother so he never played football after high school. Had a few tattoos including the dumb one from high school.

Vague Summary:

Sena/Panther soulmate fic in which Kid and Tetsuma’s wedding brings most the gang and more together. Kind of a choose to stick together thing? Idek. See where it goes. Think of it like a romcom movie maybe?

Soulmate Concept:

In this world, soulmates are considered near-extinct but they really aren’t. Lots of people have a wide variety of soulmates, it’s just that their soulmarks aren’t very obvious. For example, Mamori and Hiruma both have a splattering of freckles on their hands that are actually a continuation of each other’s pattern, but it’s too subtle and freckley to really realize what it truly means. Other people might have birthmarks that fit together or have moles placed in the exact same places or mirrored places, etc…However, there’s a subclass of soulmate marks for those who have a truly deep bond. Those marks have a more distinct look to them. Sena has what looks like roses cascading down his Soulmate marks tend to start developing upon meeting your soulmate and evolve as your relationship deepen, so Mamori and Hiruma upon meeting in first-year were probably like huh freckles, and by second year it’s like lots of freckles but who cares it’s just mysterious high school freckles.

Flashbacks:

Panther and Sena:

2002 – Hanging out by the river bank after practice before Panther has to regroup with the others where they’re staying. Sena’s soulmate mark is on his right leg and looks like cascading roses except more impressionist since the mark is still forming. Panther’s looks like chrysanthemums following a similar pattern on his right leg. At the time they think it’s kind of weird, but don’t over think it. Sena’s dad told him that most people develop one in high school and he has something like he and his best friend have stuff like that on their arms.

2002 – Sena asks Panther for his number after the cat incident, but Panther doesn’t have a cellphone yet. He does have e-mail and AIM, so they exchange e-mails because Sena doesn’t have AIM. By this point, their soulmate marks seem more like flowers than birthmarks, but they’re still underdeveloped.

2009/2010 – Panther and Sena meet up to celebrate New Years and Sena’s belated birthday since they’re finally both living in the states now (even if it’s an almost four hour plane ride apart), end up deciding that they’re dating. They have a good idea what they’re getting in though because they’ve been long distance friends with a fourteen hour time zone difference so at least now they can more feasibly see each other when they don’t have football commitments

Kid and Tetsuma

2006 – Kid, being the only son of a noble family was going through arranged marriage hell. Texted Tetsuma, “Save me,” both kind of half jokingly, half for serious. So Tetsuma shows up in nice clothing (because Kid’s always talking about how people get overly dressed up to come over to their estate) and kind of just showed up during a marriage prospect meeting, held Kid’s gaze a long moment, bowed on his knees to Kid’s parents like a good wedding prospect, and then promptly slung Kid over his shoulder, and rescued him. They’ve been together ever since. Honestly probably would have dated in high school but social pressure got in the way.

Venue:

It’s a large, sprawling ranch/inn in Wyoming. It’s large enough to accommodate everyone. There are horses to ride, a functioning farm, and a view of mountains in the distance. Everyone chipped in money to secure it not only because it was in a location the press wouldn’t bother all of them, but also because it sounded like a fun time no one could pass up. Kid and Tetsuma helped organize the whole thing so nobody would be priced out of coming especially if they had to fly from Japan or elsewhere to come.

Wedding:

The wedding is set up outdoors with everyone gathered around the altar so it’s les syour side and my side and more umbrella shaped. Kid and Tetsuma enter together, Tetsuma breaks off at a full run and Kid quick draws the bouquet, shoot it towards Tetsuma, who catches it and holds it through the whole ceremony. The ceremony is kind of a mix of typical American wedding stuff said by the ordained and then the vows are Shinto, though there is no sake. Kind of a mix of Kid and Tetsuma’s love of the wild west and their commitment to each other which follows more of a love, respect, console, help, and protect than a love, honor, cherish, and obey.

Reception:

It’s in the great hall of the ranch/inn. Lots of wild west/ranch/cowboy chic happening. Variety of food, mix of American and Japanese traditions. Kid tells the flashback about Tetsuma rescuing him from an arranged marriage. Reception ends at sunset and they ride off into the sunset together, heading to a nearby campsite to kick off whatever their honeymoon will be.

#adventures in fic writing

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vamprefaggot · 6 years

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Hunt for Treasures Lost

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Ryan Bergara, the esteemed professor who was one of the top in his field, was really not expecting to be recruited b the one and only Shane Madej, a reckless treasure hunter who used to be one of the best and brightest with his partner Steven Lim, but is now only scraping the bottom of the barrel. Challenged by Steven, he sets out to find a treasure(and finds love along the way ;))))

taglist ig: @goondis-and-the-plupples i hope it lives up to all ur hopes and dreams

rating: general

pairing: shane madej/ryan bergara

tags: enemies to friends to lovers; bed sharing; fluff; some angst but shh; stevens an asshole im sorry its only for the Drama

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Professor Ryan Steven Bergara snapped his pointer against the whiteboard in the front of his lecture hall, watching his students impassively. He could hear the frantic scribbling of pencils through the room, but his eyes were fixed on the lanky man sitting in the very back row. His hat was pulled low over his face, but Ryan could see the glint of his eye through the shadow. He’d never been to Ryan’s class before, and he wasn’t taking any notes, just leaned back in his chair against the wall with long, ridiculous legs stretched out in front of him. Pencils stilled, and Ryan flicked his attention away from the mysterious man in the back to focus on the students staring intently at him.

“Who can tell me what this tool is, and why it’s important?” Ryan said, choosing to ignore the stranger in favour of teaching the syllabus. Several of his students raised their hands, randing from hesitant to immediate. He pointed at a student at random, letting the familiar wave of teaching wash past him and wipe away the curiosity about his mystery student. He nodded along to the answer, tapping the pointer at key parts and watching the small class scribble some more.

The rest of the lesson passed smoothly, Ryan answering questions and explaining things as precisely as he could. He folded his silver pointer closed with a click, smiling slightly at the students as they filed out. He tossed the small instrument onto his desk, sliding into his chair with a huff. He clicked his red pen a few times, sliding his thick glasses over his nose and preparing to settle in for a good few hours of writing notes and being disappointed in his students. He pulled the heap of quizzes from earlier this week towards him, dropping the first one in front of him. Ryan practically leaped out of his skin, however, when a lightly tanned hand slammed down in the middle of the paper.

“Professor!” The cheerful voice said, and Ryan looked up- up, up, and up- to meet the eyes of the mystery man from the back of his classroom. Ryan leaned back in his chair in annoyance, pulling his glasses back off his face and staring at the man in front of him.

“Can I help you, Mr. Madej?” Ryan said, annoyance colouring his voice. The world renowned archeologist in front of him grinned widely and flopped down in the student chair in front of Ryan’s desk.

“I have a business proposition for ya,” Shane Madej said, stretching his god-awful long legs out under Ryan’s desk. “The one and only Steven Lim challenged me to find a treasure before he did, and your expertise would be very helpful to me,”

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One of the most well known gossip stories in the archeological community was the rise and fall of Madej and Lim, business partners that were often rumoured to be more than just that. They were a perfect duo, Lim with the know-how and topographical knowledge to find the most obscure of antiquities from the smallest of details, and Madej with the ability to slither past any and all diversions and traps. They had dominated the community for a hot second, and them something happened. Madej fell from fame, trying to cut losses as Lim continued to gain notoriety, and it was a bit of a blemish on the whole of archeology to watch the two most successful archeologists drop from fame. Madej was still successful, of course, but without his counterpart he was practically scraping the barrel with the blandest finds and going through companions as fast as he could in an attempt to gain back some sort of respect. Pathetic, really.

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Ryan arched an eyebrow.

“And why would I help you, sir?” He said quietly, folding his glasses neatly and placing them on his desk. Madej’s smile turned into a smirk.

“You can keep the treasure and a quarter of the reward if you help me,” He said, leaning an elbow on Ryan’s desk. “30 mil if we find this bad boy before Lim,” He said, pulling a folded paper out of a small pocket on his vest. He smoothed it out and laid it in front of Ryan, smiling innocently while Ryan’s eyes shot open.

“You’re kidding,” He said breathlessly, picking up the paper almost reverently. It was old paper, slightly frayed around the edges and turning brown in the creases, and the slightly smudged drawing portrayed nothing more than a simple statue, possibly Mayan in style, with crudely drawn jems inset into its face.

“Never,” Madej drawled. Ryan peered over the paper, mouth gaping slightly. Madej winked and grinned, standing gracefully and reaching out a hand. “Are you in?”

Ryan leaned back in his chair, letting out a tense breath through his teeth.

“I’m not shaking your hand until we discuss it in more detail, but for the time being? Yes,” He said. Madej laughed, the sound ringing through the lecture hall.

“Excellent. I’ll let you get back you your grading, eh? I’ll be back, Professor,” He said with another wink, sauntering out of the hall. Ryan watched the tall archeologist leave, his eyes still wide as he glanced back down at the long sought after relic drawn on the paper before him.

Maybe working with Madej, the brash archeologist who dropped out of college but still managed to have a streak of finds nearly as long as his leg, would be worth having the Cabeza de Dios in his hands for even a fleeting moment. The Head of God, who would have guessed little ole’ Ryan Bergara might have a chance to find it. He leaned further back in his chair, lacing his fingers behind his head and letting out a sigh. Dust motes drifted through sunbeams from the long windows down the hall, and Ryan let out a long whistle as he watched them. Riches beyond his wildest dreams, but he’d have to work with Madej , the roguishly handsome man who went off without any rules and rarely listened to reason.

And he’d do it, too. Ryan was quite sure of that.

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“It was never about the treasure, you idiot!” Shane screamed, scrubbing a hand over his eyes to rid himself of the tears freely cascading down his face. Steven stood across from him, rigid. He looked frozen, but a curl of disgust marred his handsome features as he motioned to the wreckage in front of him.

“Did you think this was all a game? That I was in it for fun? It was a game, but I’m here to win,” Steven said quietly, anger radiating from every inch of his body. Shane grit his teeth.

“Fuck you, man,” He said, peering through his sweaty fringe. “You got greedy. That’s what this is, you got greedy and thought betraying me was just fine, didn’t you!” His voice had turned into a shout instead of the level tone he was aiming for, and Steven scoffed.

“Betrayed you? Hardly,” He said. “If anyone was betrayed, it was me, you coward. You just wanted to play in the woods like a kid with a plastic shovel, but this is the real deal, Madej. Grow up,” Steven said, throwing the muddied map at Shane before turning and stalking back into the small village they were camped outside of. Shane stared at the folded paper laying before him, before a hoarse noise escaped his throat and he dropped to his knees.

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The next day, Ryan was slightly disappointed that the tall form of Madej wasn’t huddled in the back of his classroom once more. He continued his class as usual, however, explaining the most basic tools needed for those serious about the craft and answering questions that he was, like, 90% certain he had answered while explaining it. He missed when Madej slipped through the door with coffee in hand, intent on explaining what the vast array of brushes were for to a clueless freshman lad. Ryan pursed his lips into a stiff smile when the boy let out a loud “Oh!’ and proceeded to repeat what Ryan just said back to him, almost word for word. Ryan murmured something affirmative and moved on, spending the rest of the class like that until his students filed out of the room, a few pausing to ask him quiet questions before wandering to their next classes.

“Coffee?” A deep voice said from behind Ryan, who almost leapt out of his skin.

“Dammit, Madej! Almost scared me to death!” Ryan said, whipping around to glare at the comically tall man, who had a smug grin on his face and a paper coffee cup in either hand.

“Sorry, ‘Gara.” He said happily, handing one of the cups to the short man. Ryan looked at it skeptically.

“What’s this?”

“Drink some and find out,” Shane said, spinning on one heel to plonk back in the student chair.

“I’m not sure I trust your coffee choices for me, Madej,” Ryan said, glancing between the cup and the man. Madej shrugged.

“If you’re going to help me find this treasure, you’re gonna have to start trusting me at some point,” He said mildly, taking a sip of his own coffee in an irritatingly superior way. Ryan snorted and finally took a sip of the drink, frowning in surprise.

“It’s sweet,” He said, staring at the cup. Madej grinned.

“It sure is, baby,” He said with a wink. Ryan rolled his eyes.

“Right. I think we should get started on this, honestly,” Ryan muttered, gently seting his coffee down on his desk and sitting opposite of Madej, who was digging through the variety of pockets on his vest.

“I have a chunk of map here somewhere,” Madej said, humming slightly as he pulled out random knick knacks and bandaids out of pockets and dumped them on Ryan’s desk. Ryan arched an eyebrow and slowly pushed a heap of graded papers out of the way of Madej’s ever growing heap of stuff.

“Okay? Where did you get this map?” Ryan said, eyeing the sketchy pile of things, which were shedding dirt all over his desk. Madej froze for a brief second.

“Uh, Lim. Lim gave it to me a long time ago,” He said with the faintest hint of smile. Ryan nodded slowly.

“And you’re trusting this to be a real map?” Ryan said, taking another sip of his stupidly sweet drink. Madej huffed.

“Yeah, of course. This was before our big old,” He paused, mulling over a good word choice, letting out a triumphant noise as he pulled out a small piece of paper, mud flaking off of it as he unfolded it. “Falling out! That’s a good way to put it. Anyway, I think it’s somewhere in a forest.” He handed the small scrap of paper to Ryan, who brushed the old dirt off of it with distaste and picked it up. Madej was right, the tiny drawings surrounding the Cabeza de Dios looked an awful lot like trees. A black line trailed past the small icons, and Ryan rubbed his thumb against the worn paper thoughtfully.

“Those look like they could be mountains,” He said thoughtfully, setting the paper back down and pointing at a series of thin lines. Madej nodded, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Lim, uh, he always used a map. One of the ones with mountains or whatever on it,” Madej said, waving a hand absently. Ryan snorted.

“A topographical map?”

“Yeah, that,” Madej said, still staring at the paper. Ryan pushed himself back from the desk slightly and pulled open one of the bottom drawers of his desk, snagging a small, folded map from the very back of the drawer. He unfolded it, revealing a fairly basic map of the americas. He scooched the figment of map to the side, laying the more modern map across the desk.

“So, I’m thinking, because of its design, it probably was made around here-ish,” Ryan said, motioning to somewhere near Central America. Madej nodded, sliding the small map chunk over to where Ryan was pointing.

“Maybe there?” He asked, pointing to a chunk with come mountains and a river similar to the one on the map.

“Maybe,” Ryan said, leaning closer to the map and frowning. He reached out blindly, catching Madej’s wrist and using it to drag the small bit of old map closer. Madej made a surprised sound, but went along with it, letting his arm be manipulated into what Ryan deemed an appropriate position. “But look, it matches up almost exactly right there,” He said, looking back up from the map to meet Madej’s gaze.

Madej looked fondly amused, his wrist still clutched in Ryan’s hand. Ryan flushed beet red and let it go, continuing his train of thought and trying to pretend it didn’t happen. Ryan may have hated Madej, but he was still a damn attractive man. And Ryan was quite useless around those, but he managed to get his point across anyway.

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“Shane, Shane, wake up,” Steven said, excitement bright in his voice as he prodded Shane’s side. Shane made a dissatisfied noise, cracking open an eye to stare at Steven.

“Yeah, babe?” He said, his voice rough from sleep. Steven giggled and held up a wrinkled paper, sketched lines covering the presumably ancient paper. Shane opened his other in in surprise, holding out a hand. Steven handed it over, still practically buzzing in excitement.

“It’s a map to the biggest score of our lives,” Steven said, giving up on his position crouched next to the cot and instead pacing around the tent. Shane struggled to sit up, hunching over the paper, eyes wide.

“How in god’s name did you get this?” Shane said, looking up from the map. His eyes were still wide, but a smile was starting to crawl over his features. Steven hesitated slightly.

“I bought it off a local dude,” He said finally, smile looking a little more forced. Shane tilted his head, smile starting to droop.

“With what money, Steven? We only had enough for food this trip,” Shane said, starting to sound more worried and less excited. Steven’s smile vanished, and he looked remarkably nervous.

“It wasn’t with money,” He said, biting his lip slightly. Shane swung his legs out of the cot, frowning.

“What was it with, then?” He asked. The map was forgotten in that moment, crumpled in Shane’s hand. Steven drew in a breath.

“It doesn’t matter. We have the map now, that’s all that’s important!” Steven said, sounding forced. He had a fake-cheerful smile on his face, his back against the tent flaps, hands fidgeting nervously.

“It does matter though, Steven,” Shane said quietly, rising to his full height and staring down his lover. Steven had been acquiring things like maps and instructions without money like this for a while now, and Shane was done being lead along like a child. He held up the map, tilting it towards Steven with a look of annoyance.

A sneer curled across Steven’s face as he reached out and snatched the map from Shane’s hand. He held it up to eye level, shaking it slightly.

“You want to know what I did for this? You really want to know? I fucked the man. I let him use me like a damn sex toy, because I wanted this for me. For us, Shane,” Steven snarled, turning and marching out of the tent. Shane stood in shocked silence for a brief moment, before rage washed over him. He grabbed Stevens bag and threw it out, grabbing everything that belonged to him and throwing it out, one after another. Tears were pouring down his face at that point, from the sheer amount of emotions rushing through him, the main one being pure sorrow. He flung himself out of the tent into the damp air, chest heaving.

“It was never about the treasure, you idiot!” He screamed, throat scratching from the emotion poured into it. It didn’t matter, it never had, not really.

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Ryan woke the next morning to find himself still in his office, a crick in his neck and a gently snoring Madej across from him. Maps covered his desk, and he could hear the faint murmurs of students outside the locked door. He cursed quietly, shoving maps aside to pick up the stack of papers. He hesitated for a beat before shaking Madej awake. Madej, to his credit, merely stretched, yawned, and glanced at his watch.

“I can’t just explain you being in here to my students,” Ryan muttered angrily, running a hand through his messy hair and gritting his teeth. “What do you have to do today?”

“Nothing important, why?” Madej said, his voice still deep and rough- and unbelievably sexy, but Ryan absolutely wasn’t thinking that, no-from sleep. Ryan huffed.

“Wanna be a guest speaker for my classes? Real life archeologist, because lord knows I’m not enough for these punks anymore,” Ryan said, voice turning slightly bitter near the end. Shane snorted.

“Sure, why not?” He said, rolling his shoulders back and slinking to his feet like a very large cat. Ryan nodded absently, glancing at the locked door and the clock on his wall.

“Thanks,” He said, before unlocking the door with a plastic grin. “Good morning, class! We have a guest speaker today, Mr. Shane Madej! Isn’t that fun?” Someone in the back of the group whooped as they filed into the lecture hall, and Shane giggled before waving to the class.

“Good morning, everybody!” He said mildly, a soft smile turning his sloth-like features up. Ryan settled back in his chair, time seeming to rush past him as he watched the man at the front of his classroom laugh and interact with the students in such a positive way. Maybe Madej wasn’t as bad as he seemed.

Ryan would just have to wait and find out, it seemed.

#shyan #ryan bergara #shane madej #syan fic #bfu #buzzfeed unsolved #my writing #lo posts #slkdfjslkdf listennnnn i went through more drafts than usual i usually just write it and read it back once but nOT THIS TIME #im not a huge fan of the ending but !! its all good

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venomous-soliloquy · 2 months

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Stolen from @soliloquent-stark for giggles:

rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there’s a pattern!

I'm limiting this to my Stony fics only, of which there are 8 (finished ones lmao)

1. Quick Thinking and a Dash of Luck:

Now that things had fallen into place—so to speak—it was easier to look back and figure out where their part in the Time Heist had gone so wrong; a prospect that was easier to accept that their plan had fallen to shambles.

2. Reading it all Wrong:

The first time he sees it, Tony is walking toward the shared kitchen after a long night in the workshop.

3. Don't Be Afraid To Look:

It’s stupid to hang onto the feeling.

4. Poundcake:

The first time Tony offers to let Steve eat him out, they’re talking about the things they have and haven’t done in bed.

5. Good Boy:

"Be a good boy for me, Steve. Stay there, keep your hands on your legs… I'll be right back."

6. Calling His Bluff:

"Y'know…" Tony started conversationally, holding his legs against his chest as he watched Steve shuck off his underwear in front of him.

7. Beneath the Tide:

This wasn’t home.

8. The Kiss:

The Quinjet had barely touched down on the helipad and opened for him before Steve’s red leather boots were thudding across the concrete surface, sense of purpose in each step.

Not real sure there's a pattern, but then again who knows. You can let me know if you see one. (All I can tell is that my writing has gotten better)

Tagging: Whomever hasn't had a chance to do it yet!

#tag game #syan fic #my fic #I guess this is sort of a #fic rec

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venomous-soliloquy · 1 year

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Post the first line from your first fic on AO3 and the last line from your last fic!

Tagged by @sounds-of-some-day ♥ Thanks so much~

First Line from First Fic; I Wanna Hold Your Hand - Fenders (Fenris/Anders):

The worn voice of Xenon boomed suddenly, as Zachary had merely reached out to touch the young boy.

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Last Line from Last Fic; Don't Be Afraid To Look - Stony

"I love you."

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Tagging: @missmoodybear @robertdowneyjjr @tinystark616 @onlymorelove @avengersnewb @festiveferret

(no pressure~)

#tagged #syan rambles #lord lmao the line of that first fic reads strange I promise it makes sense in context lmao

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venomous-soliloquy · 9 months

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How many chapters of a multi-chapter fic should i write before I start publishing it?

And... do I really need a beta reader, or naw?

#syan rambles #fic question #look I've never written and published a multi chapter fic before #I'm still new to this

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skyrimaddiction · 4 years

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Alduin’s Defeat (Fan-Fic)

I mentioned in one of my previous posts that Alduin isn’t exactly killed when Syan travels to Soverngarde to defeat him. Below is what happens in my fan-fic

Hakon, Felldir ,Gormlaith, and Syan stood side by side before the whale bone bridge. The mist hung over Soverngarde like a suffocating blanket. Together they used the Clear Skies shout to attempt to clear the mist and bring Alduin ever closer to his final end. After several attempts, Alduin raged at his weaning power and flew through the mist and whipped his tail in-between the four of them to separate them. His plan worked, and they four of them were all lost in the mist, shouting to one another to try to regroup in vain. Syan was disoriented in the blinding mist. She could no longer hear the others calling for her, but she could hear the wings of Alduin as they whipped past her, hidden by the thick mist. Teasing her with every beat of his wings as he drew closer. She felt the ground tremble as he landed near her. She whipped back and forth and in circles trying to find which direction he was approaching from. Syan readied her self, wielding magic, as her weapons had been misplaced and lost in the mist after Alduin separated the group. In one hand she was prepared to Conjure a Dremora Lord, in the other hand, She was prepared to blast him with fire, she had become a master in the schools of conjuration and destruction thanks to the College of Winterhold’s help. She also prepared herself to use the dragonrend shout. Smelling her fear Alduin chuckled, his deep throaty laugh stilled her, and she turned in his direction. Ever so slowly his jagged snout parted the mist, appearing directly in front of her face, only stopping with a fraction of space between them. His red eyes bore into her amber ones. Syan panicked and as she went to use the dragonrend shout and her spells, Alduin slapped her through the air with his tail. Her shout and combined spells, hit Alduin perfectly, but in the moment, she had accidentally cast transmute instead of destruction magic. Syan’s vision started to blur as she lay in the dirt trying to clear her head. Alduin was writhing in agony, and Syan didn’t know why. the mist began to clear, and she saw unfamiliar magic and shifting colors swirling angrilly around Alduin. He roared in pain one last time, before black ash exploded all around him. Then, the unfamiliar magic swirled at Syan, resembling that of when she absorbs a dragons soul. It impaled her and lifter her into the air, swirling around her like a tornado, before gracefully landing her back on her feet. Syan’s health was fully restored, and she felt.....different, more powerful than ever before. She looked back at where Alduin was, and there curled up in fetal position, was nothing she had ever seen before. It was a man. A Dunmer perhaps? He had wings, a tail, and feet of a dragon, but with arms, legs, hands, and a face of a man. He had scales like an argonian across the majority of his body, but turned to soft flesh on his face, chest, and nether regions. BY THE NINE HE HAD NETHER REGIONS. Syan quickly tossed a spare cloak over him. She knelt down to inspect the man. He red eyes glared back at her. He was panting and sweating after the pain he had endured.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME DOVAKHIIN?!?!” He growled. While deep, it was soft and barely a whisper. Syan’s eyes widened in shock. This half-man half dragon WAS Alduin!!!

“Well Shit” Syan hissed. She could hear the others approaching. She looked back at this now mortal Alduin, his eyes filled with fear. She could see the warring emotions assaulting him for the very first time.

“What am I? What am I? What am I?” he kept chanting in a hushed tone. He looked directly into Syan’s eyes and said “Please....help me, I don’t what I am anymore Dovahkiin” He started to sob. Syan couldn’t bring herself to kill him in his new mortal half man form. She swiftly swept him up and hid him as best she could under the heavy winter cloak she had brought with her. She ran towards Tsun, and away from Hakon, Felldir, and Gormlaith. Thankfully the mist was still thick near the whale bone bridge, so visibilaty was still poor. She stopped several feet away from Tsun.

“Send me back to Skyrim now please. I have urgent matters to attend to, please send my thanks to the others.” she said firmly.

Tsun chuckeld “As you wish. We well see you again when your time has come. You can call Hakon, Felldir, and Gormlaith by shouting their names if you ever need their aid. Take care Dragonborn.” He then shouted, and Syan tumbled back into the world of the living, clutching Alduin to her with all her strength.

She landed softly on her feet on the snow upon the throat of the world. Alduin was still well hidden beneath her heavy winter cloak. Paarthurnax and dozens of other dragons had all been waiting for one of them to return. Upon seeing Syan, they all begin to grieve and shout:

"Alduin mahlaan. Sahrot thur qahnaraan. Alduin mahlaan. Dovahkiin los ok dovahkriid. Alduin mahlaan. Thu'umii los nahlot. Alduin mahlaan. Mu los vomir."

At every Alduin mahlaan, Alduin Cringed and clutched tighter to Syan. One by one the dragons flew off, until only Paarthurnax and Odahviing remained. Paarthurnax landed and turned to Syan.

"So, it is done. Alduin dilon. The Eldest is no more, he who came before all others, and has always been." He said.

“Not exactly.” Replied Syan. She parted the cloak, and Alduin slowly unpeeled himself from Syan and stepped out into the snow. Both Paarthurnax and Odahviing reared back in surprise.

“Krosis!” Shouted Paarthurnax “I can not even begin to comprehend how this is possible.”

Syan laughed hysterically “My thoughts exactly”

She explained what happened and how she thinks the magic backfired and changed him. While she was explaining it to him, Alduin had crouched down in the snow, ransacked her things, and was devouring all the Meat and Bread she had put in her knapsack.

Paarthurnax pondered on her explanation, and came to a suprising conclusion.

“The magic along with dragonrend shout rendered him mortal, ripping apart his body and soul, then reshaping it into his current form. Half of his soul returned to him, the other, was absorbed by you. It might even be possible, for you to assume the same form he is currently in, if you were inclined to.”

Syan thought on this, and remembered her days as a werewolf and how it felt to summon the shift. She did so once more, and she felt the power surge through her. She gasped as she looked down to find herself half dragon form. She was vibrant red, with flecks of amber speckled about her. Alduin’s jaw dropped and he dropped the loaf of bread he was eating. Both Paarthurnax and Odahviing stared in awe and surprise.

“Pretty mortal” Alduin huffed, then returned to eating his loaf of bread. Syan shifted back and smacked her palm onto her face and groaned.

‘What in Mundus is even happening?” She sighed heavily “Well, you’re stuck with me now Alduin, there is no way you are being let out of my sight as we all figure this out. Thank the divines no one else is up here, this is going to be hard to explain to.....anyone.”

#alduin #fan-fiction

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skyrimaddiction · 4 years

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Different Characters meeting my OC Syan Part 3

Links to the first 2:

https://skyrimaddiction.tumblr.com/post/613971069135716352/different-characters-meeting-my-oc-syan-part-1 & https://skyrimaddiction.tumblr.com/post/614303340873089024/different-characters-meeting-my-oc-syan-part-2

Aela the Huntress: Farkas, Ria, and herself were at Pelagia Farm fighting a Giant that had become a threat to the locals as it had trespassed onto the farm. This beast was putting up a great fight and was a worthy challenge. Even so, they were tiring quickly and did not seem to be progressing. Farkas narrowly dodged the Giant’s club and fell to his knees. Ria and Aela distracted the Giant so that he could catch his breath and regain his strength. He was the one dealing the most damage. While firing arrows at the Giant to distract it while Farkas recovered. A red-haired Atlmer woman came running full speed towards Farkas directly behind him. She didn’t know this woman’s intentions, so she had to warn Farkas just in case. Before Aela could even utter a word. The high-elf woman catapulted herself up and over Farkas, using his broad shoulders to launch herself. She flew through their air with a fierce snarl on her face, and landed on the back of the Giant. The Giant raised it’s arms up trying to reach for the new assailant. The elven woman wrapped her legs around the Giant’s neck, and plunged daggers deep into it’s eyes. Aela was impressed. This woman showed no fear or hesitation, and had skills that she had never seen before. After blinding the Giant, the woman gracefully rolled off the Giant’s back and onto the ground. She yelled at Farkas for him to strike the beast while it had collapsed to it’s knees, and Farkas did so. Aela watched as the woman and Farkas exchanged greetings. Farkas had a fierce blush on his cheeks, and Aela could smell his arousal, and hear his heart race. Aela smirked, the poor ice-brain is smitten with her. Aela also caught the woman’s scent. Spiced-mead and honey, and she too, had a faint smell of arousal. Great, just what the companions needed, love-struck fools mucking about. Aela was still impressed with the woman, so she approached the two of them. “You handle yourself well, perhaps you should join us.” The Atlmer woman tore her eyes away from Farkas and looked at Aela. Her amber eyes were strong, warm, and fearless. She smirked back at Aela “We’ll see.” She turned and walked off towards Whiterun. While the woman was greeting Farkas, she overheard her name, Syan. She watched Syan walk towards Whiterun, and then she turned to Farkas to speak with him, but stopped herself. his face was still blushed, and he stood there staring at Syan walking closer and closer towards Whiterun. Aela chuckled to herself and shook her head. The fool had it bad. His brother wasn’t going to be happy with that, as Vilkas was overprotective. She stepped in front of Farkas’s view “Stop staring you icebrain, and let’s go.” she said. She heard Farkas huff, and she smirked. She was only teasing the man, and he knew it. He may not be the smartest, but he was one of the strongest and largest men she had ever seen. He was a fierce fighter, a brave and loyal man, with a gentle heart. Her instinct told her that the woman could be trusted. She looked over her shoulder back at Farkas as they were walking past the town tavern. His eyes were locked on the door, and they were full of warmth and relief. Aela could smell the scent of the woman inside, just as Farkas could. Being of the beast-blood had it’s advantages. She chuckled to herself. There was no doubt, that Atlmer woman is something else. She couldn’t blame Farkas for being smitten with her, she was remarkable in her own rights, and beautiful as well. Aela smiled to herself. She couldn’t wait to see how this unfolds. She can’t wait to tell Skjor all about it too while they lay in her bedchambers, and she felt her heart warm at the thought of it.

Mercer: Brynjolf brought a new protege into the fold. Swore she would be nothing but useful to us after this unfortunate rut they’ve been in. When Brynjolf brought the red-haired Altmer woman to him, he immediately sensed she was a threat to him and his position at the guild. He thought he could set he up for failure by giving her the Goldenglow estate job. Even Vex failed to get the job done, so there was no way this new-blood would either. Brynjolf was shocked when Mercer gave her the task, and Mercer listened in on Brynjolf give her the details. He tsked, hopefully the mercenaries that guard there take care of her, one less problem for him. Unfortunately and much to Mercer’s surprise, she was successful. Mercer scowled, she was proving to be more of a problem then he had originally thought. The information she brought back from the estate was even more troubling. He had a suspicion that his past was coming back to haunt him, and he wouldn’t let anything stop him now, and had had a feeling this newcomer would be more trouble in the future. While she was out doing more jobs, he used his contacts to get information about her. Luckily, one of his contacts in Cyrodiil knew EXACTLY who she was, oh and the information was astonishingly useful and scandalous. He made sure to dispose of the contact afterwords. Couldn’t have any loose ends knowing about his inquiry. When she returned from Honningbrew Meadery with more information about the mysterious symbol that Mercer was beginning to dread, as he had suspicions of who it might be. He couldn’t have the truth revealed, not for anything. Before she left to go meet Gulum-Ei, he gave her a brief but haunting warning, that let her know he knew her past. “Oh and Syan, make sure you leave him alive, after all, we must be very flexible when serving our clients, and keeping our contacts happy.” The double-meaning was lost to Brynjolf and the others. But Syan knew......that Mercer knew. She stopped in her tracks and turned slowly to look over her shoulder back at Mercer. The look in her eyes was not fear or hopelessness that Mercer had been expecting, no, it was an inferno of fury, a glare of a promise of death if he uttered another word. He froze in his boots, and cold dread slowly seeped through his body and deep into his chest leaving him hollow. Then she gave the most menacing smile, and Mercer felt his heart stop. She turned and walked away, and he was able to breath again. Mercer quickly made plans. He needed to put an end to once and for all, and if this mysterious symbol was who he thought it was, he knew exactly how to do it, and would kill two birds with one stone, so to speak, and get everything back to the way it was before she ever stepped foot in the guild.

Alduin: After being lost in a drift through time, he finally re-emerged in Skyrim, to wreak havoc once more. He knew the foolish mortals would never be able to kill him, and he would reign in terror over all once more. He landed on a tower of a fortress, and looked down at the Joor below him. He couldn’t help but make eye-contact with the one Fahliil, the Atlmer woman. Her fierce red hair matched the haunting red of his eyes, but her amber eyes stared up at him, wide with shock, but no fear. Pretty, pathetic mortal he thought. His eyes bore into hers for a moment longer, and he knew her, Dovahkiin he thought to himself. He shouted at the sky in rage and burning rock pummeled into the fortress. He would slay all the Joor here in this fortress. He must not let the Dovahkiin live. He laid waste to the fortress. He flew over, looking for any signs of life, and found none. His rage sated for now, he flew off, ready to revive his fallen kin, and reign over the skys of Tamriel once more. Yet he could not suppress the feeling, that the Dovahkiin was still alive. As he was flying off he spotted her and another mortal man hiding among the trees. Every bone in his body was telling him to turn back and slay her here and now, but his wings would not listen, and they carried him farther and farther away. A mistake, he would later come to regret, and then be grateful for. (P.S. as a side note, in my fan-fic, he isn’t exactly killed.)

Paarthurnax: He had heard the Grey-Beards summon the Dovahkiin to High Hrothgar. While he was hopeful to meet the new dragonborn, he was filled with great sadness and conflict. He knew this would mean that his brother Alduin, was meet his end soon. He patiently meditated on words of power and fought with his conflicting emotions and thoughts, while waiting for the day he would meet the Dovahkiin for the first time. One morning, while the summit of the Throat of the World was silent and still, the clouds hovered just below. It was breathtakingly beautiful, yet below, he could hear the wind howling with such ferocity. A powerful blizzard he presumed. Then he heard her shout. Lok Vah Koor! It was thunderous, and made the mountain tremble slightly. The shout blasted a hole through the clouds that looked like a carpet of snow, before the rest of it swirled and dissipated. He watched as if it was a fog being lifted across the sky as far as he could see. A mighty Thu'um she had. He sat perched on the peak, waiting for her to arrive. He heard faint footsteps crunching into the snow. Her striking red hair was the first thing he saw. It swirled gently around her golden pink face. She puffed slightly out of breath from her long march up the mountain. Paarthurnax flew up into the air and landed in the snow before the Altmer woman. She did not seem surprised that he was a dragon. After exchanging greetings and Tinvaak for a while, She looked out upon the world from the mountain. He could feel the dragonblood in her was strong. Much stronger than he would have thought possible for a Joor. He could sense great power in her and he filled with pride, and also grief. He knew that Aludin would perish at her hand.

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