El Abuelo is the most notorious of crime bosses, and it falls to Special Agent Reynauld Maurouard to take him down. His only lead: Dismas, an ex-bandit whose outfit was in the mobster's hire. Things go downhill from there. [A modern day SWAT AU]
When he wakes up in a clean bed in the sanatorium, he finds a pair of flintlocks and a rosary lying on the night stand next to him. Not that he has the slightest idea where he is, or how he got here in first place. As he tries to gather himself, a group of people wearing unfamiliar faces enter the room. They tell him this place is called the Hamlet, and that his own name is Dismas.
Noah Hawke; Fereldan refugee, nobleman gone rogue, Champion of Kirkwall, a walking-talking calamity and the lover of a glowing apostate with split personality disorder has lived through some trying times. But this was bad, even by his standards. Summary inside because of MAJOR SPOILER ALERT FOR DA:I!
Galmar has to admit that he may have put ideas into Ulfric's head. You just cannot refuse a gift from the Jarl. Even if Yrsarald is glaring daggers at your back. Sequel to 'A Surprise for the Jarl'
"To the block, prisoner. Nice and easy." Too bad Wulfryk was not in the mood for niceties and he was easy only when trying to get laid. (Or, 'What if Alduin was late')
She had helped raise him, watched him grow up and take his father's place atop the throne. She had laughed at his wedding and wept tears of grief upon his death. [Torygg, Sybille Stentor, Ulfric Stormcloak]
Thonar Silver-Blood hosts a party and Wulf decides to liven it up a bit. Argis plays along. SMUT and shenanigans.
kink meme prompt: big kiss in a downpour. The Dragonborn and Ulfric make up and too many things are left unsaid. (M only because I'm paranoid)
When the Reach rises up and Igmund loses his father and throne, his call for aid is unheard by everybody except for one man: Ulfric Stormcloak. Desperate, he turns to the heir to Eastmarch, a man bitter and jaded from the Great War and angry at the Empire and offers the reinstatement of the worship of Talos. What follows shall go down in history as the Markarth Incident.
Ulfric Stormcloak returns from the Great War and both his father and housecarl have to pick up the pieces.
After his betrayal by Igmund Ulfric, still not recovered from the war and his captivity, wakes to find himself imprisoned once more; this time deep beneath Markarth, a city he has come to loathe almost as much as its corrupt, sycophantic ruler. He does not expect anything good to come out of that dump of a place, but surprisingly it does, in the form of the only company he has.
"Let the tale begin with a storm. With a tempest that finally abates as the last days of autumn draw near, and a boy of six-and-ten who clings to the withered hand of a dying man." In this sequel to 'A Wild and Wicked Youth' Wulf's journey to adulthood continues.
In 4E 201 the Imperial City is a hive of intrigue and cutthroat politics. It is a dangerous place to be, full of equally dangerous people – and none more so than Wulfryk Blacktyde, scion of the once-proud Aemilia family, young entrepreneur by day and notorious crime boss by night. By comparison Argis is just a security guard who has fallen on hard times. 'Modern' Tamriel AU
"Healer!" Carver knelt on the Chantry floor. Next to him Hawke was lying in a crumpled heap. What did I care about one mercenary? Karl was dead and I would be a wanted man by tomorrow with four eyewitnesses to my being an abomination to boot. Yet I did stop. That's what I was. A healer. It was only when Hawke struggled up and lifted his head to meet my gaze that I saw it.
Whiterun is in an uproar, the Pale threatens war while Ulfric is cracking down on Jarl Balgruuf and the Dragonborn has betrayed them all and fled with a priceless artifact and blood on his hands. And, as always, all eyes turn to the Companions to deal with the mess. Only, the warriors of Jorrvaskr are up to their necks in their own problems, and there's no float in sight.
Varric meets the Inquisitor. Andraste's a- ...ample bosom...but Cassandra could have mentioned he is an oxman! (Second story with my Adaar Inquisitor and though you do not need to have read the first one, 'Kossith', it certainly is recommendable. Liberties taken. )
Never again. He will never again bow to anyone, follow their demands or give in to pain, to fear or the past that still haunts him even in his waking hours. The time has come for him to step up to his legacy. Ulfric. Thalmor. Extortion. And the beginning of a rebellion.
You know you have a problem when you happen to be the only one of your race who's not a complete fanatic nutcase. You may be in trouble as royal offspring with a pedigree to catapult you straight up into the ranks of those you would rather avoid and a preference for his own gender. Add to it being a covert mage, you're way out of luck. But when you also happen to be Kossith...
Galmar Stone-Fist has a gift for his sovereign. Ulfric is not pleased.
One day a fateful letter arrives in Windhelm and with a heavy heart the Bear of Eastmarch makes a decision that, unbeknownst to him, will change the course of history. When six-year-old Ulfric learns that he must leave his home, family and friends in order to study with a bunch of old men in a monastery atop a mountain, said boy is hardly overjoyed at the 'tremendous honour'.