#human alduin

[hircinesanters]

Genuinely curious about what y’all’s lore is for how Alduin “turned” human. Can he do it at will? Was it a curse? Was it the consequences of failing to fulfill his destiny of eating the world? There are many ideas here and I’d love to hear them

[jorrmund]

Paarthurnax and Alduin ☺️

[faniisse]

I HOPE this sh*t stills alive

Skyrim anyone?

I love enemies to lovers so I made my dragonborn (a thief Breton very cute to say) and Human Alduin (both naked of course because of reasons)

I don't care if my English it's written con las patas I just wanted you to see what I draw.

The uncensored version on twitter (@faniisse)

I'm also on Facebook and Instagram with the same name aaaannnd on TikTok as Luciifer_Morgenster. Pls follow I promise I'm going to update my contain

Do you ship them anyway? I hope you do.

"Dovahkiin, you should not have come here. Nu hin sil dii"

[cryptid-called-ash]

Oh sithis! I never actually posted this, did I?

Sometimes people forget Breyth is still just a kid who a long way from home. But it’s alright, he’s got his big brothers now.

here’s your daily reminder that Alduin’s human form is tall as shit. Also he’s soft for the draklings and you can’t convince me otherwise.

[onrei]

[almdragonrend]

I wanted to know if anyone has interest to make a Alduin x Riliane lucifen d'autriche fanfiction,

I already made a Alduin x Original Katarina Claes fanfiction and a Riliane x Dragon fanfiction,

I made the Riliane x Dragon fanfiction 15 years ago when I first heard Daughter of Evil and did not know about Clarith so I had a bit of a wrong view on Kyle's and Michael's "relationship" if you can call it that

That here is my Riliane x Dragon fanfiction if someone is interested I also give you a link to my Katarina x Alduin story just in case

So this two stories maybe not the best you have ever read but I already said that's why I want to know if anyone else where interested in writing that

[kryp-does-random-stuff]

Ugh, very old art aswell. I was trying to imagine Alduin the World-Eater as a human...?-ish creature. Guess I should repaint this to check how much I have improved regarding of rendering and colouring.

[coltenisafreak]

I did this a couple days ago and I got the inspiration from @trickstarbrave 😅, though idk if I like how I did the horns. Ehh but besides that I like it.

[crysdrawsthings]

Game!Alduin, Lore!Alduin, and Fanon!Alduin 🖤🖤🖤

Fuck-Marry-Kill/Kiss prompts, accepting more!

Now, this is curious.

I would say marry Fanon!Alduin, because I have fanon!Alduin and I would totally marry him.

Spend a night with Game!Alduin, probably? If nothing else, the voice for sure is something.

And it means to give a cautious kiss to Lore!Alduin. I am not a lorebro, so I think it is my safest option here.

[jackals-horny-jail-archive]

hmmmm sitting in my horny spiny chair thinking about scarification like. jackal is so normal pls-

[jackals-ships]

anyways back to ship thoughts i Am thinking Abt explaining all that tm to my nonhuman f/os who are still trying to wrap their heads around wtf gender Is

[thelurkershideout]

So... I'm sure other people have had similar ideas, but I have to brain dump. So like what if every single dragonborn returns to Akatosh when they die? (except for talos because he was special) Regardless of what deal with Daedra they make, or what they do in life. They are basically sentient hunks of Akatosh and return to him when they die. That's why Hermaeus Mora kept Miraak alive in Apocrypha because he knew if Miraak died then he'd lose his prize (because it's kind of his shtick to know forbidden knowledge). Miraak was basically Akatosh going "Alduin is getting a little too big for his scales Imma make someone who can take him down" and then Miraak immediately went "oooo power, and yes Mr. Mora I'll come to you for more knowledge" and refused to deal with Alduin. Kynareth (probably annoyed) then gave humans the ability to learn the voice and instructed Paartytothemax to deal with it and the whole Elder Scroll thing happened so Akatosh had time to tweak the formula. Akatosh binds the dragon blood and soul to an actual human bloodline via St. Alessia and we get the Septims. Centuries later now we have "The Last Dragonborn" as is the PC's title in the game. They are an Heir to the Septim bloodline (because Martin Setpim fucks, this is cannon) and the Septims were the Dragonborn Emperors. Martin basically becomes Akatosh at the end of Oblivion in order to fight off Dagon so Akatosh is just like "fuck this it ends here" and The Last Dragonborn knows they are 100% the last one, Akatosh basically told them directly. So you have this dragonborn who is hyper aware that there are huge world altering things at stake. Akatosh is much more directly involved with this Last Dragonborn, speaking to them in dreams. He kind of has to be because they're detached from any kind of family and anyone who knew who they were is long gone. It's Dragon Dad Akatosh and his anxious ball of dragon rage against the world.

[downtherabbithole-tumbleedition]

Ok so this one a little different but I wanted to see what you can do with it

Can I request a yandere alduin x reborn Dragon Born reader x yandere playtonic pryox

So the reader was alduin mate and pyrax little sister ( i can not remember how to spell that Dragon name the one that on the throat of the world with the Gray beards) but during the war she was killed but she reborn as a dragon born and not only that but got married. And pyrax is torn on helping his sister and joining alduin.

And reader not happy with them and she married a Dragon Slayer

Blood in the Water (Yandere! Alduin x Reader x Platonic Yandere! Paarthurnax)

“We’ll never get free

Lamb to the slaughter

What you gon’ do when there’s blood in the water?

The price of your greed, is your son and your daughter

What you gon’ do when there’s blood in the water?”

- Blood // Water, granson

Paarthurnax knew you.

The dragon had always been told that he read too much into others, searching for things that weren’t there - trying to gain a better understanding of someone by peering into their soul. Well, he liked to believe he could.

But you were different, he knew you. From the moment you climbed his mountain, your very soul spoke to his; like a flicker of fire light after trudging through an endless snowstorm.

This must be a malicious plot, he told himself, remaining guarded with his icy gaze even as he longed to approach you with all the gentleness of the world. Perhaps the Greybeards had decided it was time for Paarthurnax to pay his dues, or the Blades had finally gotten to him… anything would be more plausible than her soul returning.

“Why have you intruded on my solitude, mortal?” He questioned harshly, your shocked and fearful gaze almost making him regret it.

Still, you were able to catch your bearings and face him - something most mortals would not do. “The Greybeards sent me. I am the Dragonborn.”

Ah… perhaps this was Akatosh’s way of punishing Paarthurnax for his misdeeds.

Although Akatosh often did not play by his own rules, there were usually only two ways for a Dragonborn to be birthed into existence: a dragon and a human breeding, or the soul of deceased dragon being reborn into a human.

He shouldn’t have been surprised, not when he really thought about it. Whilst it was unlikely for you to be reborn - what will millions of other dragons who could have been reincarnated - but out of every dragon he had ever met, of course it was you. Dragons could only be reborn because their souls were made of far sturdier stuff than mortals, the very substance refusing to dissipate. And you had the strongest soul of all.

Strong enough to put up with Alduin, after all.

Alduin, the very thought brought unrest to Paarthurnax’s stomach, his insides squirming at the idea of Alduin knowing of your return.

By all rights, Paarthurnax was supposed to help the Dragonborn - you - defeat Alduin and stop the dragons from once again taking over the world. Alduin and his subordinates would give Paarthurnax Oblivion, of course, fighting fang and claw to have the Dragonborn’s head on a pike. But the Dragonborn was a larger threat to most dragons than they were to the Dragonborn, very few having the ability to stand against them. With enough training, perhaps the Dragonborn even stood a chance at defeating Alduin, especially if they wanted to see another day.

However, if you really were her, well… that complicated everything.

Alduin had always ruled with an iron claw, leaving the mortals alive only out of necessity and sinister amusement. His tyranny was not reserved for mortals, either, even the dragons themselves fearing Alduin’s wrath. After all, if he grew tired of the world, he could simply destroy it.

But even Paarthurnax had feared Alduin after your death.

Alduin had always enjoyed ruling, conquering, entertaining the idea for centuries rather than destroying the world and allowing birth for a new one. But when you’d been killed, it was like the dragon stopped caring - as if any emotion aside rage had been beaten out of him. Alduin decided to destroy the world because his had been taken from him.

You, however, had always been kinder - far kinder than an average dragon. No one really knew why, perhaps it was because Paarthurnax and, eventually, Alduin had always shielded you from the world. As the World Eater’s mate, you weren’t expected to lift a claw.

It had been heartbreaking when you discovered just how much Alduin (and Paarthurnax, although he tried to forget that) terrorised the mortals. You just couldn’t understand why Alduin - your Alduin, who always showed you nothing but kindness - would inflict such horrors on those who could not fight back. That was the start of Paarthurnax’s guilt.

You begged Alduin to stop and, because it was you, he compromised - allowing the mortals to exist without being burned down at every move. But some of those mortals took Alduin’s mercy for weakness and formed the building blocks for the revolution.

A revolution where you had been killed.

Paarthurnax almost wanted to side with Alduin after watching you, one of the only dragons who gave a damn, be killed. But, in your dying breaths, you begged Paarthurnax not to fall with Alduin into vengeance. After all, why should all the mortals be blamed for the act of few?

For you, Paarthurnax helped the mortals and ceased the end of the world, dreading the day Alduin would return.

But now you and Alduin were both back and, for once, Paarthurnax had no idea what the outcome would be.

“Have you encountered the World Eater, Dovahkin?”

“I haven’t,” you replied, as he thought; if Alduin had found you before Paarthurnax, you’d never be allowed to stray from the World Eater’s grasp.

Paarthurnax sent you on a “quest” then, to “prove your worth and skill”. In reality, he needed time to think, to gather the thoughts racing through his mind and figure out what he planned to do. It was also to get you away from the throat of the world because Paarthurnax had a strong feeling he would be paid a visit from Alduin.

He was proven right when the black dragon landed on his mountain, quiet anger radiating from his scales.

“The word is true, then. You have returned,” Paarthurnax mused, trying his very best to mask the wariness that was etched in his veins. The ancient tongue felt good, like an old friend he hadn’t spoken to in centuries. He had missed having dragons to communicate with.

“Where is she?” Alduin demanded immediately, voice as commanding and ferocious as Paarthurnax remembered. He didn’t have the strongest thumm for nothing.

“I am unsure what you mean, brother.”

Alduin growled, a warning no doubt. “I am not in a gaming mood. Tell me where my mate is, Paarthurnax.”

“What would make you think she has returned?” Paarthurnax asked casually, the lie easily rolling off his tongue. “She died with the war.”

Paarthurnax knew he was poking a hungry, vengeful bear but, if it meant keeping Alduin off your trail, he would make that sacrifice.

“Cease your treacherous lies, her soul calls to mine. I can feel her very essence. If you do not reveal her presence to me, Skyrim shall burn.”

Well, Paarthurnax would lose no sleep over that. Not if it meant your well-being. You were far more precious than the whole world.

Eventually, Alduin left after his fire clashed against Paarthurnax’s, the throat of the world fortunately remaining upright. Now, Paathurnax just had to pray to Akatosh that you stayed far from Alduin’s reach.

——

Vilkas wrapped his arms around you as your back sunk into his strong chest, nuzzled in his warmth and the comfort of the thick blankets. He placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder, making a smile grace your face - the crackling of the fire lulling you to sleep.

“You frightened me today,” he said gently, nose resting in your hair.

“How so?” You replied tiredly, eyes still shut.

“You went into that cave all by yourself and I though…” he sighed. “I thought I lost you.”

You turned your head to look at him then, an almost amused smile on your lips. “You know I can handle a dungeon, right?”

He should have known that, considering the many times you, he, and Farkas explored the deep crevices of Skyrim together. Fighting tooth and nail against the Silver Hand to bring safety and glory to the Companions.

Of course, that was a different life.

“I am allowed to worry about you,” he defended, almost pouting, wrapping his hand gently in your hair. “This Dragonborn stuff… it is not easy, or safe. I want you to be safe.”

You practically shrugged. “I still believe it was mistake.”

He sighed again, tired of already having this conversation a million times. “It was my no mistake, my love. You absorbed the dragon’s soul.”

“And you killed it.”

The Companions had been a home for both of you, especially Vilkas. But he had found a new home with you, one where he didn’t feel the need to constantly fight and kill. For you, he left the companions.

You’d tried to convince him to renounce his wolf form too, explaining that he did not need to live with the constant hunger and bloodlust. He said he would, one day, but he was scared to be vulnerable - especially when he’d left all he knew. You let the matter drop, giving him time to adjust.

You had been accepted into the Companion’s inner circle, given the opportunity to take the wolf form and transcend mortality.

It didn’t work.

Almost immediately, your body burned, forcing the blood from your lungs, coughing it up as if you were drowning. You had passed out and were sick for nearly a week, as if your body simply refused to change its form.

Vilkas had been in charge of nursing you back to health then, and the two of you quickly fell for each other.

At least you were finally given an explanation; the dragon in you denying any other form of blood or soul that would change you.

Regardless of what did or did not happen, Vilkas left the companions and, although he already had an abundance of money saved up (enough to let the two of you live comfortably for the rest of your lives), he became a hunter. Or, more specifically with what had happened to the world, a dragon hunter.

The return of dragons had been daunting for everyone, but not Vilkas. He saw people cowering in fear and found it in his heart to help them, even at the risk of his own life.

You were just there at the right place and right time (or wrong place, wrong time, depending on how you looked at it) and, suddenly, you were the Dragonborn. The person destined to stop the end of the world.

It should have been Vilkas - he was the one he wasn’t afraid of the beasts, who could slay them without so much as a bat of an eye. Perhaps you were strong - even compassionate in the right circumstances - but, selfishly, you did not want the weight of the world on your shoulders.

You did not want to have to face the World Eater.

Paarthurnax had been frightening enough, and he didn’t even want to kill you. How in the divine’s name were you supposed to defeat Alduin? Perhaps that was it - the divines had given up on this world, deciding to mock the chance of survival by throwing them a useless Dragonborn.

“It should have been you,” you often whispered to Vilkas, in the dark of the night when your false bravado left you and only the insecurities remained.

“I will be with you every step of the way,” he would always reply without fail, gently placing a kiss on your skin and holding you close.

You wished he hadn’t promised such a thing because, as you stood in the snow shivering to the bone with a ginormous black dragon flying above you, all you could think of was Vilkas’ safety.

Paarthurnax told you that the secret to defeating Alduin would lie within the Elder Scroll, which was located in the outskirts of Skyrim where no one dared to venture.

So how had Alduin found you? Was he not supposed to be eating the world?

Perhaps Alduin found you unassuming, weak even, because his fire was targeted solely at Vilkas, the nord panting from the constant dodges.

However, one thing you knew you were skilled at was archery.

Your hands shook from the cold and the fear coursing through you, but you did your very best to hold the bow steady, shutting one eye to gain a better perspective on where the arrow would it. You released the string, a flicker of pride running through when it hit its target.

Of course, that was snuffed out when Alduin’s furious red gaze shot to you.

Vilkas yelled out your name, warning you to move as the dragon approached you faster than you thought possible. In a flash, a claw closed around you and your world turned black.

——

Dragons mate for life.

Alduin always believed the sentiment to be stupid, preferring to mount and fuck whoever he deemed worthy. There was no need to risk his own convenience and concern for the sake of attachment.

But then there was you.

Paarthurnax had always had far too much mercy for a dragon, practically allowing his emotions to rule him. Even so, no one expected him to take a younger, abandoned dragon under his wing.

Without even being seen by most, you had become a common conversation topic - none of which was flattering. From what Alduin had heard, you were the runt of the litter, by all means. Abandoned for your inability to grow. Paarthurnax kept you shielded from the words, and even sharper teeth, of the dragon world.

It wasn't until about half a century later when Alduin first saw you - when, under Paarthurnax's mentorship, had you become fully fledged dovah. The spark was instantaneous, Alduin immediately filled with a possessiveness he had never before experienced.

You were his at first sight - nothing Paarthurnax or anyone else did would change that.

And you really were the most captivating creature Alduin had ever met; filled to the brim with life and excitement and curiosity. Perhaps he didn't show it very much but you held his beating heart in your claws, and he was willing to risk that so long as you stayed his. And you did - you were lovely, and extraordinary, and his.

Until you weren't.

Alduin was used to anger. He had felt and understood rage, the need for vengeance. But he never thought he'd experience sorrow - he had always mocked those who felt such a thing, claiming it was a weak emotion that a true dovah would never feel. But then you had been stolen him and his heart hurt.

Ruling had always satisfied him, enjoying every being bowing to him in fear and awe - his ability to do so was the only reason he never ate the world... until there was you, of course.

The world - or at least those who understood what being the World Eater entailed - took a breath of relief when he mated with you; finally the World Eater had something to tie him down, to make him want to keep the world turning.

But then you had been murdered by those mortal scum and Alduin decided that if he couldn't have you, the rest of the world wasn't permitted to live.

However, it seemed Paarthurnax never truly cared for you, disrespecting you and your memory by siding with the mortals and sending Alduin into a time loop.

When he first returned, Alduin was filled with rage, preparing himself to hunt Paarthurnax down and kill the traitor. But then he felt it - felt you. Your soul - as long as it had been - called to his, begging him to find you.

And find you he did, even if you were in the clutches of some mortal half-breed bastard.

It didn't matter; if the World Eater wanted something, he took it. Even if you were kicking and screaming.

----

I'm so sorry that took so long, and the abrupt ending. This was mostly just set up but I'm actually really interested in this concept so, don't worry, there's gonna be a part two! Thanks for reading and I hope to see you there.

[cryptid-called-ash]

Well, i finally did it.

Chapter 7 is now up on ao3.

By the 9 that took way too long.

[yanderes-galore]

Up for a obssessive dragon?

Fandom: Skyrim

Fic: concepts

Character: Alduin the world eater

Relationship: romantic

He hates humans, right? So i think a gender-neutral dragon reader would work better for him.

I feel a Dragonborn could work for any dragon but I can do a Dragon! Darling :) Since Dragons are very intelligent in Skyrim. I recently defeated Alduin so here you go!

Note: Darling has no specific appearance but I just wanted to share the idea of an all white dragon with blue eyes? It would be a cool Yin Yang idea yet your dragon can look however you want!

Yandere! Alduin with Dragon! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Mentions of mate, Angst, Manipulation, Dubious relationship, Dragon/Dragon, Possessive behavior, Violence mention/implied.

You would be right that a dragon works better for him, although a Dragonborn could create some serious enemies/lovers material ;).

However, a Dragon! Darling has so much potential too.

You could easily be around about as long as Alduin.

You could be loyal to him until the end... or up to the point of Paarthurnax's rebellion.

You could've died then been brought back to life, or lived a similar life to Paarthurnax in isolation.

Regardless of your allegiance, with the exception of some differences, Alduin's obsession would remain the same.

It no doubt starts during his rule over the mortals.

Maybe you are allies with him along with Paarthurnax.

In the past you aided him and the Dragon Cult to rule the humans.

Alduin may even respect you as a fearsome dragon and you're given a high rank.

Before the rebellion Alduin holds affection towards you.

Perhaps you even have a legend, naming you "Alduin's Mate" regardless of how the story goes.

Mortals know you by such a title, even if you weren't entirely his mate by choice.

You are not a dragon free of crimes, especially since you're associated with Alduin.

Many mortals fear you, be it for your strength or Alduin's potential wrath.

Alduin ruled with an iron claw.

He's intimidating and prideful, expressing his strength in an effort to court you.

In an attempt to keep the peace and not get into a fight with The World Eater you agree.

While Paarthurnax plans rebellion, you're tasked with distracting your mate.

For this concept let's say you're part of the rebellion and don't like Alduin's rule.

You've heard Paarthurnax plans to rebel against his older brother and your mate.

You say nothing to Alduin and decide to distract him for Paarthurnax.

Alduin may rule with an iron claw and roaring voice, but he shows a certain respect towards you.

You make an effort to show the midnight black dragon more affection, landing beside him after a flight to brush your head against him for example.

Alduin falls for this ploy of yours and reciprocates.

He calls you to rest beside him, he reflects your eager yearning for attention...

He does it all in private where only you can see him like this... and he the same with you.

He puts a good deal of trust into both you and Paarthurnax.

Which is why when the rebellion happens, he feels quite betrayed.

Alduin adores you.

He'd burn cities in your name and make others fear the both of you.

When you decide to side with Paarthurnax to help the mortals take him down, Alduin can't believe it.

Such an action sparks fury within his blood.

This begins the war between mortals and dragons.

The entire time I imagine you and Alduin fight.

The both of you roaring/shouting, breathing flames/ice, clawing... biting.

It's quite the spectacle for ancient Nords to see.

Alduin and his mate... fighting for territory? Power? Or maybe something else they don't understand.

Each battle you fight, be it alone or with allies you've rallied, ends with no real victor.

Alduin never kills you or takes your soul and you're not strong enough to take his.

It's a constant stalemate.

Alduin may be upset you've betrayed him yet can't bring himself to permanently have you dead.

So the fighting continues... right until the very end of this age.

By the end of it we all know how it ends, right?

Alduin is sent forward in time by Dragonrend and the Dragon Elder Scroll.

What happens to you afterwards is up to you.

Your legend claims you are the mate of Alduin, yet it also says you betrayed him in the war.

Maybe you were killed sometime later and buried in one of the Dragon Burials.

Or, again, maybe you hid away in isolation... no longer wishing to be disturbed by dragon or mortal.

That is until Alduin comes back into the picture.

Once Alduin returns your time of peace is put on hold.

Paarthurnax has been waiting for this moment while you wish to not acknowledge it.

Meeting Alduin again can happen in one of two ways.

He revives you if you've died...

Or he goes to search for you in this new age.

Either way works but for the sake of the concept's plot, I will say you are still alive like Paarthurnax.

Alduin knows you're still alive.

Which is why his first decision when returning is finding you.

He interrogates Paarthurnax in their ancient tongue.

Alduin must know where you reside.

However, he does not get the answers he's looking for.

Paarthurnax either doesn't know or refuses to give such information.

Frustrated, Alduin flees into the air from the mountain to search for you.

I'd imagine Alduin is persistent when searching for you.

No matter where you hide, no matter where you currently reside, you'll meet The World Eater again soon.

Perhaps as you rest in a cave you call home you feel a presence.

Opening your eyes you're met with blood red ones.

You feel intimidated as the large dragon outstretches his wings, preventing escape and light from coming through.

With a snort, Alduin leans closer to get a look at you.

"So this is where you've been since we last met, mate...." The dragon roars in your shared tongue.

"Do not call me such a thing." You correct, glaring at the intruding dragon. "I do not bow to you anymore."

"I've been waiting a long time to find you again... now I finally have you again. Do you really think I'll just let you disrespect me like this?" The dragon growls.

"I don't wish to fight anymore." You respond in a tired tone.

"Then we won't..." Alduin continues, pressing forward into your cave.

In response you back away with a growl.

"We won't be fighting because I you were always mine since our birth."

"Why won't you leave me be?" You plead.

"You're my mate." Alduin answers, standing over you. "I'd burn this world if it meant I found you."

You feel cornered as Alduin traps you in your cave.

"No matter what you say... you're mine. That will never change as long as I rule, mate."

With the return of Alduin begins another round of fighting.

Mortals will once again be forced to fight dragons... while you're forced to either fight or serve your mate like so long ago.

[onrei]

Made a promotional collage with my art and thought I’d share it here too.