Felniir do unahzaal kun or Winter to her friends is a Nord born and raised in Dawnstar. She became Dovahkiin and saved the world from dragons, but when she accidentally kills someone the Dark Brotherhood is hunting down she joins and meets the mad jester Cicero. What will she think of him? Is he truly mad or is there something else?

Cicero, insane Jester and The Keeper of The Night Mother. (Y/N) the Dragonborn of legend and The Listener of The Dark Brotherhood. They do say love happens in the strangest of places, and now, to the strangest of people.

Based off of The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim. Fan-fiction definitely involving Brynjolf! Because who doesn't love being called "Lass"? :D In this story, the main character, Keita is somewhat happily married to Roggi -a boring farmer she married for boring reasons- after living life as a boring wife, she decides to change things up and takes a very long trip to Riften, where she ends up joining the nefarious Thieves Guild. Meeting Brynjolf, Vex, and other (original) characters, She begins doing missions until the Darkbrother Hood shows up and wrecks her mission. She meets Alrik, from the Dark Brotherhood. (Under terrible circumstances.) Although, the rivalry/Alliance has always existed between the Darkbrother Hood and the Thieves Guild, it's has gone on too long, and it may be about to come to an end. SIDE-NOTE: These characters are from Skyrim, but I have given them all their own little twists, that somewhat goes along with the story line so that those of you who have played Skyrim a lot, can have an alternate story. XD I've also added more original characters to spice things up! (My original characters are based on family and friends and requests) (All copyrights go to everybody appropriate)

Book Two of the Honor and Glory Trilogy After the unexpected attack on Jorrvaskr, Ylva Sky-Shatterer has discovered a note that talks about the small island of Solstheim and some strange man called Miraak. The name Miraak sounds so familiar, like she should know him, but the meaning of the name eludes her. Whoever this man is, he sent two people to kill her, and now she must find out why. So her husband, Vilkas, his brother, Farkas, the Companions's new recruit, Tyra, and Ylva are to set out to Solstheim. They have to find out who this Miraak is, and soon. Ylva has no idea what to expect, but she does know one thing. This adventure will end with either Miraak or herself at the end of the other's blade. NOTE: I do not own Skyrim, its quest lines, or its dialogue. I only own my original characters and dialogue. Prequel: Honor and Glory Sequel: Victory or Sovngarde

Book Three of the Honor and Glory Trilogy Six years after defeating Miraak and saving the entire world for the second time, Ylva Sky-Shatterer finds herself in the middle of a new kind of adventure: motherhood. Her twin children, a boy and a girl named Jergen and Embla, keep her on her toes. They've already proven their natural battle prowess and inclination towards the warrior's way, not to mention tempers that burn brighter than dragon fire and wanderlust spirits. Even with the help of her husband, Ylva wonders how she'll survive raising these two into adulthood. But her temperamental and wild children become the least of her worries when an old friend brings her important--and terrifying--news. The Aldmeri Dominion's presence in Skyrim has tightened, and the wretched Thalmor now walk through the lands with a new authority. They punish indiscriminately, and they have no mercy. Ylva will not stand for the injustice, and now has to face her biggest challenge yet. She has to unite the people of Skyrim under one common battlecry and drive those High Elves back to the lands from which they came. In order to win, Ylva must rely on those she thought she'd never trust, and forge bonds stronger than Skyforge steel. In the end, she knows that they will either win, or Sovngarde will welcome them all. NOTE: Bethesda owns all rights to the Skyrim characters in this fanfiction. I only own my original characters, dialogue, and plot line. Prequel: To Kill A Dragonborn

Callie is the Dragonborn. A mortal with the body of a mortal and blood of a dragon. She joins the Legion, but is later persuaded by her sisters to join the Stormcloaks. Ulfric Stormcloak had heard of her skill in archery, and recruited her after she passed a different test. A test that did not require killing an Ice Wraith. She had to take down a pack of 5 Ice Wolves with only a bow and a quiver of four arrows. After she passes the test, she aids the Stormcloaks in winning back Skyrim from the Imperial Legion. And, she even starts to fall for the ambitious Jarl of Windhelm. But, with her other responsibilities as Dragonborn, Callie feels as overwhelmed as ever. Callie must decide what is more important: defeating the Imperial Legion, fulfilling her responsibilities as Dragonborn, or her relationship with Ulfric Stormcloak?

Toril Stormcloud, an ancient Daughter of Coldharbour, has returned to her native home of Skyrim after being away for several hundred years. She's come back with a purpose, but her plans are derailed when she becomes a captive of the Imperial Legion. Alongside many Stormcloaks-including Ulfric himself-and a few other people, Toril finds herself being carted away to her execution. After a harrowing escape alongside one of her fellow prisoners, Toril resumes her mission, heading towards Morthal and an old crypt that holds something very important to her. Something equally as old as herself. Something equally as powerful. And she needs to get to it before others do. Others who would exploit the power within the crypt. So, with a newly turned vampire in tow, Toril heads for the crypt, ready to take on anyone inside. All she wants to do is protect her best and oldest friend. NOTE: All rights to Skyrim belong to Bethesda Game Studios. I am only writing a fanfiction, and all my original characters and dialogue belong to me.

Femke, a Nordic-Bosmeri woman, has come to Riften to start over. She thought she was ready for adventuring in the big, wide world outside of her meager home in the mining colony of Dawnstar. She couldn't have been more wrong. After several mishaps and roadblocks, she stumbles to Riften, footsore, hungry, and with no money to her name, in hopes of finding some good, honest work. But no one seems to trust her because she has elven blood. Turned away and alone, she is found by two members of a mysterious organization operating within Riften. One, a Nordic man called Brynjolf, takes pity on the poor human-elf and offers her a job, and if she does well, a spot within the "Guild," as he puts it. NOTE: If I owned Skyrim, I would have no need for writing fanfictions just for the heck of it. I only own Femke and my original dialogue. Everything else is credited to Bethesda Game Studios.

#FanficFriday #CollegeAU Oneshot of the story "The Nightshade Assassin." Art © KittyBread Cortana wants to improve her skill in the arcane arts, but Festus is only capable of teaching destruction, and besides the fact he is extremely impatient with her. Seeking various spells and a new set of skills, the Dark Brotherhood sends her away to the College of Winterhold, a school in the most arctic area of Skyrim. However, Kaito's concerned for her safety and decides to join her in the college. An easily-angered assassin and the famous Dragonborn attending the school filled with all different kinds of students, what could go possibly wrong?

The following transcribed letters were recovered from a strongbox found after a fire consumed a house in Solitude in the early part of the 3rd Era. Nobody by the addressed name lived at the home, and it is unknown how long the family had owned the strongbox. The letters are believed to have been written during the reign of Jarl Elgryr the Unminded, who ruled Windhelm in the Second Era and about whom few other records are extant.