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Fin Ronaan ahrk fin LahzeyThe silence of the swamp that night was almost deafening.
Of course, he could still hear the chirping of insects and the occasional chitter of a Mudcrab, but the second set of footsteps that had been leading him on for the last few months was absent. Marcurio tried his best to ignore it, focusing his thoughts instead on the fight he was storming away from. Seven months roaming Skyrim together, slaying undead and dangerous creatures, and now it was over? Just like that, the arrogant Altmer though he could just send Marcurio home when they were halfway across the province?! Marcurio swiped vindictively at an overhanging branch, snapping the dry thing from its parent and knocking it into the water as he marched past. The nerve….
The mage began to slow as his thoughts turned to the reason they had come out to these swamps in the first place…after Morthal's near destruction at the hands of a vampire coven, the people had become more and more wary of the bloodsuckers. They had
Aar do faal Diil - Pt. 3The sun had set by the time the trio began to approach the ruins of the High Gate nordic crypt. Their way remained lit by the torches they each carried, but beyond this meager circle of flickering light, the night remained as black as the inside of a troll's cave. Even the stars seemed dim that night, and barely a sound could be heard but for their footsteps and the lapping of the Sea of Ghosts along the shoreline. Insects, horkers, distant wolves…all were silent, as if aware of the terrible force the ruins now held.
Azaron walked at the head of the group, leading them with a stride that the others couldn't quite match. A knotted mass of unease and nervous excitement fueled his pace, because on the one hand, he wanted to tear Valundre to pieces…but on the other hand, he was not as eager to face Tarene in battle. Many disregarded the Altmer upon first impression - he was a decent warrior, and a fine archer, but not Dragonborn, to them - but having fought alongside Tarene f
Aar do faal Diil - Pt. 2"This is not a good idea." Vorstag stated for what felt like the thirtieth time that day. "Daedra are dangerous beings, and there's no guarantee that they'll help us." Azaron's ears remained pinned to his skill, as they had been almost since leaving Ivarstead for Solitude.
"I know," The Khajiit replied. "But I am already this one's champion, so she will at the least hear us out." As they had descended the seven-thousand steps, Azaron had explained to Vorstag and Marcurio how, at least two years earlier, he and Tarene had stumbled upon a crystal beacon, hidden in a bandit's fort. Meridia had spoken to them - summoned them to her shrine - and ordered them to cleanse her temple of a necromancer who had taken up residence. They had done so, and the Daedric Prince had named them as her Champions. A despiser of the undead, Meridia was a powerful being who would take no great liking to a long-dead mage seeking to return to life.
Two carriages and one long hike later, they were beginning to a
Aar do faal Diil - Pt. 1Whiterun was a nice enough city, though it wasn't one Marcurio would ever trade for Riften (Thieves Guild and all). He'd visited the central city of Skyrim once or twice before, following clients who had business there, or who were passing through. He'd never stayed longer than a day or two, before, but it had been at least three days since he'd walked through those main gates, this time. His latest visit was courtesy of his most recent employer, an Altmer by the name of Tarene, who had wanted to stop and pay a visit to a mutual friend of theirs.
A Khajiit who made a living hunting bounties, Azaron had been one of Marcurio's previous employers, and had recommended the mage to his partner, Tarene. He had recently returned to Jorvaskrr to rejoin the guild he'd left some years previously, and word of his success had prompted Tarene to plan a detour in between their usual dungeon-delving. They had hired a carriage from Solitude to Whiterun, and had arrived early on a chilly Sun's Dusk Tird
Egvir do Fo DinokArcwind Point was a very open place, with not a single building that had not been filled in by snow and ice at some point in its long history. The Draugr that populated the place had all been buried on the surface; Their deeper brethren were forever sealed beneath the ice sheet, and the survivors' own sarcophagi sat amongst large drifts of snow and sheets of ice. This meant that there was a finite amount of them, and an expedition to clear them out wouldn't have to worry about more Draugr spawning from the darkness as they fought.
Unfortunately, that also meant less treasure would be available upon success, but that wasn't the main reason they were there.
Crouching atop an icy rock formation, Tarene tapped his fingers against his knee in thought. The soft, rhythmic tapping of flesh upon metal served as a metronome to keep the elf's thoughts on track as he tried to figure out their best method for approach. Following the near-disaster in Valundre's Cairn, Tarene had traded his usual rob
Feyn do fin KonahrikThey had been hunting in the forests around Falkreath when they'd stumbled upon the cave entrance.
It had been a natural formation, but at some point in history, it had been smoothed and carved into a rough-hewn entryway. A decrepit pathway of stones led from the entrance away into the forest, and the path was lined with leaning stone pillars, which fell into ruin more and more the further they stretched from the cave. The entire area had long been overgrown by the forest, and the path had only recently been cut free. A bloodstain splattered across the ground by the cave entrance, and scraps of some bandit's fur armor lent clues to the identity of the path-cutter…though the stain was long dried, and there were no bodies in sight.
"Looks like there's a cave here…" Marcurio muttered dryly as he stood before the entrance with his curious employer. It was a statement of the obvious, but it lead nicely into his next suggestion. "..think we should check it out?" He asked with a
Faal Aaz EvgirWhen he'd joined the Companions, he'd been promised combat, glory, and companionship. No-one had said anything about isolation and torture.
Tarene sat slumped against the rough-hewn wall of his makeshift cell, staring out through the rusted bar at the laboratory of the twisted warlock, and his decomposing corpse against the far wall. A word wall and the allure of treasure from an ornate chest had tricked the Altmer into stepping onto a trapdoor, and the long fall had broken his leg, his ankles, and knocked him unconscious. He'd woken up in a small cell, stripped of his gear and weapons, and captured by the very warlock he'd been sent out to kill.
It had taken but a few short minutes for the warlock to discover Tarene's fear of fire, and the vile man had gleefully used it to torment the captured Altmer. Hours and hours of torches, destruction spells, and begging that fell on deaf ears finally led to Tarene shouting in his own defense. Why he hadn't done so before, he couldn't remember,
Toor VolHe was roused back to consciousness by a splash of warm wine to the face. Coughing and sputtering, the Altmer tried to wipe the liquid away, and was surprised when his arms barely moved. Then the pain started to register - a burning ache in his torso, arms, and calves - and soon after that came the heat. His skin was already drenched with sweat, and he could still feel the sting of the cuts and gashes that littered his body. His robes were in tatters from some attack - they were only simple monk's robes, worn for disguise, not protection - and the familiar weight of his weapons and most of his gear were missing.
"Well, good morning~" A smug voice greeted him from the doorway. Tarene lifted his head and gritted his teeth at the Altmer standing there, fighting the haze that plagued his mind. He knew where it came from, now - the torches along the walls, and the large pit of burning coals that took up most of the floor built up quite a lot of heat. "It's about time you woke up. This would
APH - Cold EncounterIt was a cold, clear February day in Stockholm, Sweden. Not unusually cold, for that time of year; the temperature high was around -1℃, and though it had snowed a fair few millimeters the previous day, the weather broke no records. It was about 8pm, and though the workday crowd had long since returned home, the city streets were still fairly populated with shoppers and people being out and about, and enjoying what remained of the slowly fading daylight. It was still early in the month, so the daylight hours were still short, but they would steadily return as the days wore on.
Not that darkness would cause a real slow down in activity. This was the 21st century, after all.
Sweden stood on a corner of the street, shopping bags in hand, and free hand tucked into the pocket of his coat as he waited for the crosswalk light to change. As he did about this time every year, the nation was beginning to dream of a quiet cabin up in the mountains, with thick wooden walls, a warm fireplace,
Parent AU: Actor!Levi x Singer!Reader II
"Papa, Papa look! Mama's on TV!"
Levi was currently coming from the kitchen when he over heard his son excitedly mention his mother on the large flat screen TV. He looked, noticing that you were presented on the TV show: Dancing with the Stars. Levi growled as you were dancing swing with the man who was presented as Reiner Braun who was famous for his appearances on dance movies and such. Levi continued to glare at the TV, watching as you had a smile on your face and Reiner was holding your body so freely. Eren looked away from the screen to look at his father, feeling the dark aura in the air.
"Horseface! Papa is getting angry again!"
"Young Master, I thought I told you to stop calling me that.."
"Hurry and get Papa some tea! I think he's going to blow!"
Jean sighed as scurried over to the kitchen, immediately making Levi's tea to help him calm down his nerves. Eren looked at the TV again, noticing that you and Reiner got a pretty high score for the dance per
Life's Joy- (Daddy!Levi x Mommy!Reader) 
“B-but daddy, p-please, we need you to protect u-us what if the t-t-titan c-c-comes and e-eats us?” Levi demounts his horse, ushering for his concerned counterparts to move on ahead. “Aunt Hanji” tries to send words of encouragement from afar, but Levi’s glare was enough to sew her lips shut. His eyes trail over to Isabel, thousands of curses aiming at the sky when he saw his daughter’s tear laden eyes.
He used not care so much until he had a little girl to take care of. One who’s eyes held the wonders of the world, one who’s heart was as innocent as the bud of a rose. He crouches in front of her trembling body, concentrating on the way she picked at her nails.
Just like her mother.
Speaking of that, you were a little ways behind the two, your arms folded. Actually you were still quite bitter about Levi getting Erwin to forbid you from the expedition, so you were even more so
Body swap? (Modern!AU) Levi x Reader x Eren (Pt 1)
Saying that I was frightened was an understatement. No, I was more terrified than anything. Hanji was backed into a corner and holding a broom to fend him off while he glowered- no glared at her. Boy, if looks could kill, Hanji would be a pile of ashes right now.
Am I confusing you? Sorry, I tend to get ahead of myself at times... here, let me start off at the beginning, before all this happened:
~Earlier that day~
I sighed as I was making coffee for my... boss. God, it was so weird calling the guy that; he's only a couple years older than me. Yet, he's one of the best working men in this entire business.
And then there's me, fresh out of college, and instead of going out and getting a kickass job somewhere, I am an assistant at Titan enterprises, working under Levi Ackerman. I can't complain though, as crappy as this job can be, doing all of Levi's orders, I get paid... a lot. Enough for my girlfriend, (f/n) and I to live in this amazing apartment. No, not any apa
Prussia x Reader | I Wasn't That Drunk
"Uuuuuugh." Gilbert groaned at the brilliant golden light seeping through the curtains of his otherwise dark room. The light... it irritated his hung-over mind. He rolled over, trying to escape the bright source of illumination. The pounding in his head hurt badly.
Fed up with the consistent, painful pounding, the platinum blonde opened his eyes then sat up.... or at least tried to. The movement spun his view, upsetting his hung-over mind even more. "Gaaaaah...." He clutched his head in his pale hands.
He swung his legs over the edge, slowly, and looked around. A glass of water and pill(s) sat on his nightstand.
The pill(s) arched through the air, then free fell into his mouth. Water washing it down a moment later. He set the glass back down with a thunk, and very slowly stood, rea
2P!America x Child!Reader - Tic Ticci
"Al~! Can you take me outside for ice cream?" you asked.
"You already had your ice cream." Allen responded as he changes the t.v channel.
"Daddy said that I can get another one~!"
"You can say all the please cuz I ain't going out to get you ice cream."
"Fine!" you pouted.
"Good girl!" Allen smiled as he ruffled your hair.
It's only an hour after Allen told you that he can't bring you outside for ice cream but you didn't give up.
You stood behind the couch that Allen was sitting on. That's when you started annoying him.
"Tic... Tic... Tic...Tic... Ticci... Tic..." you said, smiling.
~~~Five minutes later~~~
"Tic... Tic... Tic...Tic... Ticci... Tic..."
"Ticci... Tic... Tic..." you raised your arms up, "TWITCH!"
"Fine! I'll bring you out to get ice cream!" Allen blurted.
"Just. Don't. Do. That. Ever. Again."
You happily nodded.
Body swap? (Modern!AU) Levi x Reader x Eren (Pt 2)
After exchanging information and whatnot with Jaeger, we said our goodbyes and set out for home. I got in my -Jaeger's- car and dug out the paper which said where exactly he lived. I had to do a double take when I read the name 'Sina apartment. Room 60 (Top floor)'
'And he's asking me for a raise? Tch.' I think unhappily before starting the car, pulling out of the parking lot and driving off to the place I was supposed to live in for a month.
"Oi. That's too fucking long. I swear if that brat breaks anything, I'll kick his ass," I mutter to myself.
About ten to fifteen minutes later, I arrived at the place. I pulled into the garage and parked in the correct spot before setting out to the elevators located on the far left. Once there, I push the button labeled 'top floor' and cross my arms, leaning against the wall directly across the door while waiting. The elevator stopped at the lobby and opened up to reveal a guy about Jaeger's age. He had an undercut; the
Savior- (Daddy!Levi x Mommy!Reader) 
* A/N: There is mild gore further down, the usual SNK gore. Just a small heads up. ^^
“Daddy, who was I named after?’
“Wait, daddy what about me?” Farlan pipes up, squeezing a stuffed teddy in his arms. Levi almost inwardly cringes thinking about the number of stuffed animals in the small area which they lived.
“But daddyyyy, you just said our names!”
Levi barely chuckles, tempted dearly to squeeze the puffed out of cheeks of his daughter, who over the years inherited Isa
2P!England x Child!Reader - Tell Me A Story 4
"Yes poppet?" Oliver smiled as he place the tray of cupcakes on the counter.
"Tell me a story."
"Sure thing poppet~! You can take a seat if you like."
"I'll just sit on the floor~" you sat down and looked up at your father, waiting for him to start.
"Once upon a time, there lived a five family rabbits. One rabbit is the father named OllieBunny, the uncle named FranBunny, the oldest son named MatBunny, the other son named AlBunny and the cute daughter named [Nickname]Bunny."
"Wait, why am I called AlBunny?" Allen asked, who was sitting beside you.
"Shut up, AlBunny!" Oliver smiled, "Now where was I? Oh! Right! One day, they went out to get carrots to eat but EvilBunny came and took all of the carrots. The family became sad because they're so hungry. Then the next day, they went to the EvilBunny's house and killed him so they can eat the carrots and live their lifes. The end!"
You, Allen and Matthieu clapped.
Reset - [Yandere!Levi x Amnesiac!Reader] - Part 4
[once again, WARNINGS for creepiness, violence, TRIGGERS for abusive/obsessive relationships, language, and yandere-ness]
"Cadet [First] is unwell again?" Hanji inquired, gently blowing on her cup of tea. "How very strange! I was so certain that her condition had improved. She looked quite healthy when I last spoke with her."
Levi propped up an elbow against the armchair, and stared into the fireplace. His own cup of tea remained untouched on the table.
"She is in a… precarious state right now," he said, not meeting Hanji's eyes. "I still intend to keep her in my care, no matter how long it takes for her to recover."
Hanji smiled and took a delicate sip. "Yes, well… I'm sure she trusts you very much, Levi. She and I were just talking about you earlier."
Pitch black eyes flickered in the firelight. "Meaning…?"
The bespectacled woman let out a burst of laughter. "Don't look at me like that, Levi. Only good things, naturally. Your dedicati
SDG - Kakuto's BioBLANC BASE FILE ID:
NAME: Kakuto, Knight of the Flames, and Junior Guardsman of the Kishavan Royal Guard
AGE: Unknown, appears to be, mentally, in his teens.
USUAL CLOTHING: Black armor with highlights that shift between red, orange, and yellow with changes in lighting, a black cape with a red inner lining, and a few accents of silver.
NOTABLE TATTOOS/SCARS/MARKINGS/ECT: None
KNOWN RELATIVES: None
PERSONALITY: Cold shouldered, in general. He believes in handling his own problems, and has no friends beyond his Guardsman partners and Raah. He grudgingly admits that he needs the SDG's help to liberate his homeland, but he makes it very clear that if he could, he'd handle it himself. He has a softer side, though - one that's terrified that he'll never see his homeland shine in freedom again.
FRIENDS: Ajatamaru, Christen, Raah (all OCs)
SPECIAL BELONGINGS: The seal of the Kishavan Royal Guard, which he wear
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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