Borderlands (Maya/Zer0 fanfiction)The vault hunters sat bored in their temporary home, which was more of a room. Claptrap hadn't bothered to put up a bed, and instead left a couch, a couple of chairs and a table lying about. Axton stood up, making his way to the front door. "I'm gonna see if there's anything that can be done. I can't stand all this sitting around," he said. Salvador stood up after he finished his sentence, grabbing his guns. "Might as fucking well!" He chuckled.Borderlands (Maya/Zer0 fanfiction)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Maya, what about you? You want to come?" Axton asked.
"Do I look like I want to? This injury from the goddamn bullymong is getting worst. I'll stay here," she said, closing her eyes as she laid on the couch.
Axton didn't need to know Zer0's answer. The assassin had taken to staying in the house since Maya got injured. Axton and Salvador made their way out of the room, eager to kill something.
"You should have left. I'll be fine," Maya whispered to Zer0, who was staring blankly at his blade while he sat on one of the chairs.
In his usual monoto
Cicero's Story Chapter Two 'Beginning' The author sighed heavily, idly stretching out their shoulders before dipping the pen back into the inkwell, and drawing the candle a little closer to the parchment upon which what was to become a rather unusual story was being written. Beside the figure, organized neatly one upon the other, were four journals. Scattered around them, scraps of notes, notations, and precious information gleaned from the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood in Skyrim, who had been fairly accommodating in providing it. Stacked on the floor, journals and unholy books saved from the ruins of the destroyed sanctuaries across Tamriel. And the author, determined to get down once and for all the complete history of the Fool of Hearts, bent back over the parchment, and began to write.Cicero's Story Chapter Two 'Beginning'3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There only ever was one way of being recruited into the Dark Brotherhood. It was relatively simple, of course to gain recruits in such a manner- for as long as two beings existed side by side, someone wanted someone else dead.
For the Future of Skyrim - Part 13Morndas 7 Rain's Hand 4E 204 9:00 AMFor the Future of Skyrim - Part 133 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I was reviewing the reports from around Skyrim that Nazir had gathered from his contacts. Mostly I was focusing on how the Civil War was progressing. Falkreath had finally fallen in late autumn of last year. Fort Neugrad should have been an easy victory, especially after the grueling campaign against Whiterun the year before.
However, thanks to the whispers I had placed in the right ears, some folk were uneasy about the supposed Dragonborn assisting Ulfric's rebellion. She had arrived late in the siege against Balgruuf and had provided invaluable morale to the troops in helping defeat him, but since then the pretender had been hiding in Windhelm instead of leading the charge on the field.
There was only one reason for that: she could not produce a thu'um, a dragon shout. I had frequently used my shouts wherever I went when I was the Dragonborn. Many people did not know me by name or face because of the obscuring dragon scale helm I used to wear, but
Keep AwayIt was a lonely night on the ledge. Dark. Silent. Cicero brought his eyes up from the ground to the sky, the stars speckled along the abyss, he smiled a little. The dark expanse of the sky reminded him of the Void he read so much about, perhaps he could see the Night Mother in the sky. It was certainly dark enough to be the Void... and the moon, the moon was missing from sight. Furrowing his brow, Cicero looked once again down to town. So many people waiting to be stabbed for the wrongs they had done.. so much blood waiting to be spilled... His heart went aflutter at the thought of murdering all the people in town.Keep Away3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Cicero?" A tiny voice startled Cicero from his thoughts and caused him to look back at the door he thought no one else knew existed. "What are you doing out here all alone?"
His eyes lay upon the one person who understood him. The Listener. His Listener. A tiny Dunmer who was dragged into the Dark Brotherhood when she confusedly helped a young boy exact his revenge o
T.D.T.F. Make Love Not Civil War Chapter OneThe Dragonborn and The Fool ~ Make Love, Not Civil WarT.D.T.F. Make Love Not Civil War Chapter One3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter One: A Worried Mother, And a Sad Journey
Six months have passed by since the night Cicero and Melanie spent together, finally becoming one. Ever since that night, Melanie and Cicero had become inseparable. They went on numerous quests together, some for the College of Winterhold, some for the daedric prince's at the shrines that dotted Skyrim's landscape. Some of the daedric prince's quests were tedious to say the least, but Melanie was still happy that Cicero was there with her by her side the entire time.
Whilst fulfilling quests, Melanie and Cicero's nights had become very eventful. Melanie loves Cicero so much, and as they became comfortable with each other, their love making progressed to new levels. There were even times when they would be fighting in a dungeon, and upon completing said dungeon, Cicero would make love to Melanie immediately. His lust and love for her grew so vast they would fin
T.D.T.F. Make Love Not Civil War Chapter ThreeThe Dragonborn and The Fool ~ Make Love, Not Civil WarT.D.T.F. Make Love Not Civil War Chapter Three3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter Three: The Shadows of The Past
The battle for Riften had ended at last, with the Imperials falling back and leaving the city to clean up from the battle. Brynjolf and Karliah pulled the members of the Thieves Guild back down to the Ragged Flagon, nodding to Melanie and Cicero on their way, avoiding the guards while they were at it.
Cicero walked over to Melanie and grabbed her hand with his left, entwining his fingers with hers. "Melanie, the Jarl is waiting. We shouldn't keep her waiting," Cicero said, pulling her along with him towards Mistveil Keep. She walked with him, lowering her bow then eventually sighing unhappily. He looked back at her and pulled her into a one-armed hug. "Please do not be sad love, you will get your revenge one day," he said, kissing the side of her head.
She pulled away from him after the kiss and slung her bow around her shoulders. "Thank you Cicero, you always know what to say to make me feel
For the Future of Skyrim - Part 4For the Future of Skyrim - Part 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Tirdas 1 Morning Star 203 4E 10:00 PM
"What was he even thinking?" I complained. Babette and I were patching up various family members' clothes and armor in the main room. For some strange reason, assassins' clothes tended to get lots of tears and bloodstains in them. Normally I wouldn't be doing chores on a holiday, but this was no typical day and I needed to do something with my hands.
After my outburst with Cicero, I had come back to Sanctuary and barricaded myself in my room. Then I had crawled into my bed and buried myself in my sleeping furs. I've done this ever since I was a little girl; whenever I get angry I would seclude myself until I calmed down. I always think that I'm going to shut myself away for a few hours, but only minutes after wrapping my blanket around me I would be restless and want to go back out again. I would force myself to stay in the darkness until I calmed down. It's very stupid and childish, but it always helped settle me.
My thoughts were racing between t