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justheretop0st · 2 years

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Rain

He hated the rain. He hated the sound of it, the smell of it, the feel of it. And though he prayed it never comes, the thunder rolls and mocks him. How unfortunate.

She was one in an era that truly caused change. It was evident at her funeral. There wasn’t enough room to accompany the waves of people who had come to see her one last time. It lasted days, almost a week of respect and reminiscence. There were things that he didn’t even know about her. This was especially telling of the figures in black and red.

The woman he had come to call his wife was a leader by nature. She lead her side to victory in the war. She ended Alduin, granted she had legendary warriors by her side. She solved the vampire crisis, having to split her own soul in order to enter the soul cairn. She became the leader of the companions, even for a brief period becoming the Arch-Mage. She had helped countless people. He was sure there was more, but there are always secrets that are best left to die with her.

The day she died, she looked more. More of everything. More like a leader. More like a wife. More beautiful and terrifying all in the same breath. She laughed and she seemed to glow. The breeze made her hair animate with life. With every ounce of blood in his body, he swore it shone in the sun.

It was quick and he was thankful for that. Perhaps he couldn’t handle it if she suffered. Perhaps it was because he didn’t have to worry about the last words he said to her. Because he swore to tell her daily how much he adored her. It might have been out his comfort zone. But even in his actions he swore to show her nothing but adoration and love. She deserved it and he knew it was likely she was to die at any point.

Being a renowned hero, she had enemies. A single moment of peace, pierced by an arrow laced in poison. Normally it wouldn’t have punctured her armor. But she wore a dress that day. Even into the night when she was being honored with a banquet. Ale, wine, mead and more was being served. How could someone have missed a person with an arrow equipped?

He wished he could have been more vigilant and maybe he would have had it not been for the drink. He wished his last words were more fine than a sloppy serenade. A declaration of known love. On his knees before her and he could feel the air push over his head as the arrow hit its target.

Panic arose in the crowd, they all ran to cover. But he stayed kneeled there, catching her as she fell into his arms. Straight through the heart, and she stared into his eyes. A connection. A final connection. She died with a smile on her face and her hand in his. But he felt to many emotions for him to simply sit there with her. He felt anger. Remorse. Sadness. He wanted revenge.

All he can remember after that is snatching a sword from a guards sheath and searching the building. Room by room, person by person. He was to filled with emotion, but nothing would get past him. He was told that the assassin was eventually found. That this person was taken to jail. But jail was not what the person deserved. For taking such a life, death would be the only repentance.

During her funeral, it rained for those days and nights. He couldn’t bear to leave her side as she lay there. Surrounded by flowers and gifts and mementos. He remained soaked and though there were others with him, he paid their words of condolences no mind. Nothing would make this better.

How he hated the rain.

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altbite · 1 year

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the way ulfric stormcloak is starting to have a grip on me oml i would do anything for that man

#skyrim #ulfric x reader #ulfric stormcloak #skyrim ulfric #ulfric #the elder scrolls

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awritessomething · 4 months

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I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.

Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :

Formula 1:

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Pierre Gasly

Lewis Hamilton

Carlos Sainz

Daniel Riccardo

Mick Schumacher

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

David Rossi (preferably young)

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Thor

Sam Wilson

Deadpool

Steve Rogers

Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)

Call of Duty

Keegan Russ

Simon "Ghost" Riley

König

Phillip Graves

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

John B. Routledge

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Draco malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Regulus Black

Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Sirius Black

Lorenzo Berkshire

Oliver Wood

The Walking Dead:

Glenn Rhee

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Miscallaneous:

Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)

Patrick Bateman

Batman (Christian Bale)

Johnathan Crane

Finnick Odair

Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)

Rodrick Heffley

Colby Brock

Sam Golbach

Tristan Dugray

Dylan O'brien

Jude Bellingham

Joao Felix

Bellamy Blake

Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)

Joe Goldberg

Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)

Minho (The Maze Runner)

Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler)

Jim Halpert

Farkas

Ulfric Stormcloak

Miraak

Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)

Brock Purdy

Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

Robby Keene

Zuko (atla dallas liu)

Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)

Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)

Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)

What I wont do:

Pedophilia

Beastiality or anything animal-y

Waterworks

Male reader (sorry)

Character x character

Threesomes or anything not 1x1

Character x oc

Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)

Daddy/mommy kinks

Incest or stepcest

(I’ll prob have to add on but its midnight rn)

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shinra33459 · 11 months

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Skyrim Argonian Husbandos x Human!Reader Headcanons

Art Credit - ArtOfZaromi on DeviantArt

Writing for Argonians. I have mods that allow some of the base NPCs to be followers as well, so this also applies to them as well

Derkeethus

You two first met when you rescued him from Darkwater Pass at the request of his friend and coworker, Sondas. Simple enough of a rescue all things considered. You then recruited him as a follower.

He was quick with a sword and deadly accurate with a bow, not many stood a chance. He had some experience in combat, most likely from some kind of military or mercenary experience.

Wherever he got his experience from, he did know how to communicate with humans better than the average Argonian. Instead of using intricate body language cues that only other Argonians would understand, he used human body language.

Instead of jumping straight into the war, you decided to join the Companions to sharpen both of your skills and bring glory to yourselves.

After becoming the Harbinger, you then dealt with the Dragon Crisis first and foremost; the Civil War was going to have to wait, no matter what Ulfric Stormcloak or General Tullius had to say.

After retrieving certain documents in the Thalmor Embassy showing Ulfric was a Thalmor asset in waiting, you joined the Imperial Legion together.

You ended the war and protected the security of the Empire. Your efforts extended to Harkon and his vampires, as well as Miraak. You married him after all of this and retired to a cabin in the woods, living off the land and hunting.

Scouts-Many-Marshes

You found him working the docks in Windhelm for a meager pittance. He and the other Argonians were cold and hungry, making barely enough to have food in their bellies.

Despite you being a human, he held no ill-will towards you individually, unlike his friend Neetrenaza.

You were disgusted at what the Nords here put these poor Argonians through. Poor pay and living out of a small warehouse room. That wasn't fair, nor was it right.

You exchanged some rather fierce words with Torbjorn Shatter-Shield, their boss. The man knew that if he didn't listen to you, his head would be rolling on the floor of his home.

After the Argonians were getting paid better, he decided to tag along with you in your quests, supporting you however he could. However, he was still very much a newbie when it came to combat.

Both of you joined the Imperial Legion together. Seeing what the Nords were doing in Windhelm alone was enough to stir you into action.

The Civil War was long and bloody, with both of you getting injured at times. Once you two closed in on Windhelm, he left to go back to the city to ensure the safety of the Argonians at the docks.

After the war, you two got married, and took on the Dragon Crisis, the Vampires, and Miraak. After the fighting and adventures came to an end, you two got settled down and enjoyed a nice and quiet life.

Jaree-Ra

You saw the shifty Argonian the minute you walked into Solitude, looking for some person to con into whatever he was planning to do. This close to the coast, he had to be a pirate of some sort.

He enlisted your services to put out the lighthouse fire at the Solitude Lighthouse, ensuring that the Icerunner would run aground. Simple enough of a job to do.

Your hunch about him turned out to be true, when you snuck into the Blackblood Marauders' base of operations and found that Jaree-Ra was going to use whoever put out the lighthouse as a patsy.

When returning to Solitude, you confronted him, and boy was he surprised that you found out. After that, you became an equal partner in that venture.

You were rather clever for a softskin, even more so than himself, and that was a trait he admired. Cunning and intelligence was what you and he needed to survive in your line of work.

Afterwards, you, Jaree, and Deeja joined the Thieves Guild after the Icerunner situation, with you eventually taking the helm of the Guild.

You chose to join the Empire in the Civil War, knowing that Maven Black-Briar would eventually be the Jarl; it was simply a choice of business, not one of morality.

You married Jaree-Ra after the war had come to an end. The Dragon Crisis, vampires, Miraak, and much more got dealt with. Afterwards, you bought a ship and took Jaree and Deeja as some of your crew as you now sailed the high seas as a pirate.

#monster x reader #argonian x reader #skyrim x reader #derkeethus x reader #scouts-many-marshes x reader #jaree-ra x reader #human reader #skyrim

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knightsimp · 4 years

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Consequences (Part Two)

Pairing: Ulfric Stormcloak x Dragonborn!Reader

Summery: You were Ulfric’s lover before the war started, but the war seemed to have turned him into someone different from the man you fell in love with.

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1,000+

Part: 2/2

Date Posted: March 17, 2020

Note: This fic is during the events of Skyrim. And for the sake of this fic, the reader has a neutral stance in the war.

Skyrim has gone to hell.

The war was raging, which was, at this point, the norm, but the return of dragons have made things difficult. Sure a dragon was the reason why Ulfric escaped execution, but it was still nonetheless a problem.

But with the return of the dragons comes the rise of the Dragonborn. Everyone in Skyrim heard the ominous call of the Greybeards to the Dragonborn. From what Ulfric has heard, the Dragonborn was the silent, discrete type. They did not like to make a lot of noise. When they take down a dragon, it seems they disappeared as quickly as they arrived. However, Ulfric was not the person to go to for this information. In fact, he probably knows the least compared to others due to the fact that he was focused on the war against the Imperials.

But he did not expect the Dragonborn and her companion to come walking into the throne room. The Dragonborn was wearing hood and a mask, preventing him from seeing her face. The only thing he could see was her eyes. Something was familiar about them.

“Only a fool would approach a Jarl without an invitation.”

“Then the Dragonborn must be quite the fool.” Her follower quipped, speaking for their friend in the hood. Ulfric squinted.

“Why are you here? Are you here to join the Stormcloaks?” The follower shook their head. “I’m sorry to hear that. If you change your mind, speak with Galmar.”

They looked at the Dragonborn before looking back at the Jarl.

“The Greybeards have called for a meeting.”

“It’s about time they turn their gaze from the heavens and onto our bleeding homeland. What do they want?” Ulfric curiously asked. The Dragonborn tugged on her companion’s arm before whispering to them.

“They want to negotiate a truce until the dragon menace is dealt with.” He scoffed.

“I respect the Greybeards greatly, but the political situation is still delicate. Not all of the jarls repect me as king. I’m sorry, but I cannot agree unless Tullius himself has agreed.” This seemed to push something in the Dragonborn. They stepped forward. Merely a sound escaped her mouth before their companion intervened.

“Tullius has already agreed.”

“Alright then. I will attend, but don’t expect I will be coming alone.” The Dragonborn seemed to have calmed down. She led their companion out of the palace.

Ulfric sighed. All of this was starting to get to him. The dragons did not make his chances any better. The only thing that gives him any relief was how the dragons must make the Imperial’s life difficult as well.

That and the thought of (Y/N) returning.

It has not been that long since she left, but too much time has gone by for him to handle. Of course, she was not always on his mind, as he was busy being the leader of the Stormcloak rebellion, but she was always in the back of his mind.

“Do you really think this is a good idea, Ulfric?” Galmar asked, skeptical. Ulfric was still looking in the direction of the front door. “Ulfric?”

“I doubt Tullius will be agreeable in any way, but it’s best to listen to the Greybeards. And the Dragonborn.”

“Did not imagine the Dragonborn to be a woman. She was strange, wasn’t she? Having her face covered, only having her companion talk for her.”

“I wonder what she’s hiding.” Ulfric mumbled into his fist, tilting his head to one shoulder and leaning on his throne.

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Ulfric could not stand Tullius’s face as they sat on opposite sides of the round table. The room was silent, but the two sides were staring at each other with such disgust and hatred.

“Hold on just a moment!” In the stark silence, Ulfric heard a man yelling from outside the room. “We deserve to be in there as much as anyone else!”

“Esbern, please.” A familiar, calming voice responded. “This has nothing to do with the Blades. It’’s better if we deal with one this at a time.” Galmar leaned closer to Ulfric and said,

“I may be crazy, but that sounds like-”

“(Y/N).” Ulfric whispered. He tensed up, looked towards the door, trying to listen for it again.

“Sorry Dragonborn, but dragons are kind of our thing.” The other Blade, the woman, asserted.

“Dragonborn, it’s alright. Let’s just let them in.” Arngeir, one of the Greybeards, the one leading the meeting, sighed, fed up with their insistence. Ulfric felt his heart drop as he heard their footsteps. The Dragonborn stepped in, but, as she crossed the threshold to the room, she pulled down her hood and mask. Ulfric’s eyes grew wide. “Take your seat, Dragonborn.”

Ulfric tried his best to act normal. He responded well and ended up getting some for land for the Stormcloaks, but every time (Y/N) spoke, he took a deep breath in. The truce meeting ended, but not without daggers being stared between the two sides of the war. (Y/N) stayed behind, speaking quietly with her companion. Ulfric looked back and turned to approach her. Galmar took hold of his forearm.

“Ulfric-”

“She is right there, Galmar.” Galmar saw the same strong Ulfric he has known for so long, but there was desperation in his eyes. He hesitated, but let go of Ulfric.

“I’ll be waiting outside.” Ulfric waited until he left and looked back at (Y/N) she did not seem to realize he was waiting. He approached her and, between her current conversation, cleared his throat. She went silent and turned around to face him. Her companion tried to intervene.

“(Y/N)-”

“I’ll be fine.” She said, giving them a reassuring smile. “Wait outside. I’ll be right there.” Like Galmar had done with him, her companion hesitated, but listened and left the room. Now, it was just Ulfric and (Y.N) in the silent room. She looked up at him, but her smile was weary. “Hi, Ulfric.” All of sudden, his strong demeanor came crumbling down.

“(Y/N), where have you been?” She sighed.

“I’m Dragonborn. I’ve been everywhere. By the nine, I’ve been so busy while around Skyr-”

“I’m not asking about the Dragonborn; I’m asking about when you left Windhelm.” Ulfric noticed how (Y/N) tensed up, probably remembering why she left in the first place.

“I’ve been around. Honestly, I was not even paying attention. And then I got arrested in Helgen-”

“Helgen.” Ulfric mumbled, recalling the ride to Helgen where he was meant to be executed.

She was meant to be executed. And wrongfully. She gave a small laugh.

“Ya, if that dragon hadn’t been there, I would have-” Ulfric put one hand on her waist and one on the back of her neck, pushing her close and pressing his lips against hers. She was surprised at first, but quickly went with it, practically melting in his arms. She put her hands on his jaw, tracing his cheekbones with her thumbs.They separated, a bit breathless. “I liked that.” Ulfric scoffed but smiled, putting a hand on her cheek.

“There will be plenty more when you come home.” (Y/N)’s expression turned sad and she put a hand over his, leaning into his touch.

“Ulfric, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can, love.”

“This is not about our fight. I’m the Dragonborn. I have so many things I need to do. I want to help the people of Skyrim and I now found a way to do that without choosing a side in the war.” (Y/N) sighed, taking his hand in her’s. “My work is never going to be done. And definitely not before I take down Alduin.” Ulfric’s heart sank with every word.

“Will you ever come home?” Ulfric asked.

“Eventually. One day, I will come home and I will expect all of those kisses you promised.” It was Ulfric’s turn to laugh. “Wait for me?”

“Only if you do, too.”

“Go meet up with your men. If we leave at the same time, the Imperials may get suspicious.”

“Would that not be a good thing?” (Y/N) gave Ulfric a small hit on the back of his head. Ulfric made his way towards the exit.

“Ulfric!” He turned back.

“Hmm?” She gave him a soft smile.

“I love you.” Ulfric could feel warmth overcome his senses.

“I love you, too.” Ulfric went out into the main hall to meet up with Galmar.

“How is she?” Galmar asked.

“She’s doing fine. She’s become quite the warrior.”

“I doubt she would join our forces.”

“You know (Y/N). She hates the war.”

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I don’t really like the ending, but It’s fine.

#my writing #tes #skyrim #skyrim x reader #x reader #reader insert #skyrim reader insert #Ulfric Stormcloak #Ulfric Stormcloak x reader #the elder scrolls #the elder scrolls x reader #the elder scrolls v #the elder scrolls v: skyrim

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thirstydovah · 4 years

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Among THE Fallen

So, this is inspired by a mod I installed (Obedient Ulfric on the Nexus) that allows you to have Ulfric as a potential spouse. During the mission where you take Solitude, I kept on dying (because I suck), and I had an Amulet of Mara on. So, I had this idea in my head, about what might happen after all those times I was killed during that mission.

It had been a bloody battle, with numerous loses on both sides. Ulfric noticed this as he walked through the pathways of Solitude, making his way to the courtyard of Castle Dour. He gave his speech with an air of confidence, demanding loyalty from Jarl Elisif and denying the title of High King until he was rightfully declared it until a moot is organized and he is truly elected High King. However, internally, anxiety plagued him. His Stormblade had joined him when he and Galmar cornered General Tullius and, ultimately, executed him. He didn’t see her when he scanned the crowd gathered before him either. When he finished speaking and left, he wandered through the streets, looking and hoping to see that his general was perhaps among the wounded and simply was not able to join him as he rushed into victory. He prayed to the Divines that that was the case, and she would not be counted among the deceased. He looked, checking every soldier in a Stormcloak cuirass. Grieving that so many of his men had fallen, but focused on finding one particular solider.

Soon enough, he came across a familiar form. Rushing over and collapsing to his knees beside them, he rolled their limp form over so he could see their face. His breathing became ragged when he saw dried blood coming from their mouth. He looked over where they had lay only to see a puddle of blood, where they had previously been. He looked down their body, to see a gaping wound, where a sword has pierced their stomach.

“No…No, no, no, no…” he panicked

He placed a ear to their chest, hoping to every Divine to feel their chest rise and fall, or to hear their heart beating. Alas, he heard nothing. Tears started to form in his eyes as he raised his head. Looking over his fallen Stormblade, something glimmered against their neck. He pulled down their uniform to pull out the object that caught his eye.

An amulet of Mara.

#Ulfric #Stormcloak #ulfric stormcloak #skyrim #Ulfric Stormcloak X reader #Dovahkiin #Stormblade #Solitude #Mods #Ulfric x reader

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dovakhiindrabbles · 7 years

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Hi again! I hope you don't mind me sending in another request and one that isn't Farkas, cuz i'm in an Ulfric mood lmao. I know you've done like two or three pregnant requests already but do you mind doing one for Ulfric please? :3c

Hi!!! I don’t mind the second request at all!!! It’s always nice getting requests for this blog! It’s a small little surprise!!

I don’t entirely understand the appeal to Ulfric but I don’t mind writing this for you!! Thank you and have a fantastic day!! Enjoy darling!!! (୨୧ ❛ᴗ❛)✧

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You shuffled into the bedroom quietly, your feet brushing against the cold stone beneath you.

You hardly saw a thing in front of you with the candle, holding out a hand as you led yourself to the bed.

You still couldn’t quite describe the feeling overwhelming you.

Maybe surprise?

Were you sad?

Were you happy?

You didn’t know.

You sat down, setting the candle down on the nightstand, gasping as you heard a sudden shifting in the bed, an arm wrapping around your waist.

“Where were you…?” Your husband mumbled, his words drowsy and long. “I’d almost thought you’d gone dragon hunting.”

“I’m not that insane.” You chuckled, turning your head to him, his eyes barely opened, still somehow managing a smile as you looked at him.

“Where were you then?” He asked again sleepily, sitting up. “You’re usually more tired than I am.”

“I uh…” You held your breath, your gaze darting nervously towards anywhere but Ulfric. “I was just…wandering.”

“Because I know how much you adore the palace,” He laughed softly. “Come on, I know you better than to believe that.”

“What? I just love the…stone…and snow and-”

“Love…” He mumbled, bits of his blonde hair stringing about his face. “would you mind telling me the truth yet or are we going to keep this up?”

You furrowed your brow, air overwhelming you as if you may burst.

“Do you really want to know?”

“What do you mean?” He lips became sewn in a frown, taking your hand in his own worriedly. “What happened?”

You almost forced it out, grabbing his hand as if you may break it.

And you answered.

“I’m pregnant.”

He lit up like a fire.

He nearly burst from the bed, wrapping around and entangling you in his arms, sweeping you off your feet.

“That’s wonderful!” He chimed, holding close as though you may fade with the next breeze. “We’re going to have ourselves a little warrior!”

“Y-Yeah!” You beamed, a soft sigh of relief echoing from you as he set you down. “I…I guess we are.”

“Aren’t you excited?” He questioned, tipping his forehead against your own. “We’re going to be a family! This…This is a blessing from Talos himself…!”

“I just…I-I didn’t know,” You shrugged scrunching up your nose. “I-I mean look at me! Think of what I’ve done-what kind of parent could I even be is all…”

“All you’ve done?”

“It’s just-” You huffed, your stomach tangling into awful knots. “like you said I go dragon hunting and I fight in wars I don’t-but I don’t know how I can raise a child…!”

“Slow down, look at me dear,” He hummed, his palm raising to hold your cheek. “I…I never thought in my wildest dreams that this would be happening. I thought I’d die long before the thought even came in my head. But…if I’ve learned anything since I’ve met you it’s that impossible things-aren’t quite as impossible as I thought.”

“What do you mean?”

“Everything about you it’s-it’s impossible,” He confessed, his words barely above a whisper. “Being Dragonborn, defeating Alduin, reviving Skyrim-as it should be-”

He scoffed, trying to hide the bits of red that came to his face.

He let out a deep breath, flustered. “You even somehow managed to fall in love with perhaps the most stubborn Nord alive.”

You snickered, burying your head in the crook of his neck.

“And if you can do that many insane things-then I know-I know that you can be an amazing parent.”

“You really think so?”

“Absolutely,” He grinned. “I’m very firm in my opinions.”

“Then…then we can do this…together…right?”

He smiled from ear to ear, pressing a fond kiss to your lips, unable to wipe away his delight no matter how hard he tried.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#Ulfric #Ulfric Stormcloak #Skyrim #Skyrim Ulfric #Ulfric Skyrim #Skyrim Fanfic #Skyrim Fanfiction #Fanfic Skyrim #Fanfiction Skyrim #Ulfric x Reader #Ulfric Stormcloak x Reader #Dragonborn

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itssuppertim3 · 3 years

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So, we got "meeting the folks", but what about parenting? How chaotic or good the Skyrim boys would be as parents?

Skyrim Husbandos as Parents:

HOOOHOOHOOHOH

Doing this with a female reader!

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Ulfric Stormcloak: Definitely wanted an heir to take the throne. When discovering the big news, he'll fantasize about the sheer joy their future son will bring. The new High King will become excited at the thought of having a powerful and ambitious prince. That is, until "prince" is later edited to "princess." That's right! Turns out Ulfric gets a little girl instead! In fact, I feel like it's one of those scenarios where he has, like, seven kids in total and they're all girls LMAO.

What kind of a parent would this guy be if he wasn't a busy one? He loves his children more than Talos himself, but in the end he's still the same politically driven Nord. He says, "not now, dear", "go play with your sisters", "the tea party will have to wait, my snowflake", etc. etc. He tries, though.

Veezara: Poor guy has little-to-no parenting skills (at first). It's sad, really. With his assassin career quite literally starting in his early infantry, he's never experienced parental affection, let alone having parents in general. So forgive him if he seems a bit clueless on how to treat his young. But he's a quick learner!

Surprisingly enough, Veezara would most likely be an extremely gentle parent. It isn't until he first holds his child in his arms when he finally realizes the beauty of life. And due to this, he turns his back on the Shadowscale along with the Brotherhood and will convince you to do the same. His children mean the world to him, and he'll spend every moment of every day with them. He doesn't want them to be associated with violence, however, he'll certainly teach them how to properly defend themselves.

Argis the Bulwark: Pshh, screw "Argis the Bulwark", it's "Argis the Papa Bear" now. If anyone were to approach me and tell me that he wouldn't be an awesome dad, they're getting expensive wine splashed in their face. They get another splash if they tell me he doesn't say dad jokes, either.

I imagine Argis to be the type to portray some kind of beast to startle his kids. There will be regular occasions of him simply chasing after his children throughout the house, roaring like an animal in response to their giddy squeals. An energetic dad, by far.

Teldryn Sero: I see Teldryn as the immature type of dad. Hell, you might as well be raising him, too. Instead of having your husband backing you up when disciplining your children, he's just as guilty as they are! In fact he's usually the one delivering the influence. So when getting onto your kids, expect lots of "papa told us to!" and, "papa said we could!"

On a sidenote, he loves telling bedtime stories. The children will plead and beg him to share more, which kind of defeats the purpose since they're supposed to be asleep. He also has a knack for reminiscing back on the time when you both first met. It's heartwarming, but they can't help but gag in corny disgust.

(often refers to his kids as "runts" or "rascals")

Ancano: DEFINITELY treats his kids like spoiled brats, which only comes naturally to his Altmer genes. He wants them to have the best of the best; the best education, best manners, best home life, best everything. To clarify, Ancano doesn't want his children to be the best. He just wants them to have the best. Much of this is comes from the neglect he received from his own family as a child.

Affection doesn't come easily for the poor mage. He loves his kids to bits, but he has a difficult time expressing it sometimes. He may become startled or even grimace when being squished into a clumsy hug or when being greeted by a peck on the cheek, but he's trying. He enjoys giving his children head pats and shoulder squeezes a lot. He'll also like to write brief notes for them, an example being: "Be sure to eat every crumb of the lunch I made you or there will be blood. - Sincerely, your endearing father. Mother blows many kisses."

Miraak: He rarely gets emotionally attached to anything. But much like Veezara, the first time he held his child in his arms was absolutely groundbreaking for him. And when they reached out their fragile hand to latch onto his finger, he swore he could feel his heart skip three beats.

He's very protective of his kids. He already suffers enough separation anxiety with you, and having tiny versions of yourself running around is even worse! If Sahrotaar or a cult member can't watch over them, by Akatosh he might as well put a leash on the little things. As a bonus, Miraak will make sure that his children are very knowledgable in the ancient dragon ways. He'll personally teach them Dovahzul, he'll teach them how to ride dragons, and when they're at the right age, they'll even undergo training to harness the Voice if they so wish.

Savos Aren: He loves his kids to the plain of Oblivion and back, but boy do they stress the shit out of him. Arch Mage? Yeah right, more like Arch... Paranoia. I don't know where I was going with that. Poor Savos can't even focus on his work the majority of the time while knowing his kids are doing gods know what around the college. What if they fell off the bridge? What if they injured themselves in one of the alchemy labs? What if they were meddling around with the students' experiments?!

Under no circumstances are they allowed in his garden, either. Left and right, "don't touch those!", "no, you can't pick them because they are pretty. They are poisonous!", "gods above, I need your mother in here."

Whiterun Guard: (it was only a matter of time before I threw him in the charade) He boasts... a lot. Feel sorry for the unlucky soul on patrol with him, because he won't be able to shut up about you and the beautiful children you made together. You know the whole "arrow to the knee" phrase? It's that, just worse. "I used to be an adventurer like you. Then the best possible thing on Nirn happened to me and now even better. Look at this picture my boy drew me. I don't care if you've already seen it, I said LOOK."

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I decided against adding Romlyn in this go-round since I already have some cute family headcanons for him. You can read them here!

ALSO, sorry for the slow content. School's been giving me an ass-whooping🥴

#skyrim husbandos #tesblr #elder scrolls #teldryn sero #miraak #whiterun guard #ulfric stormcloak #argis the bulwark #savos aren #veezara #ancano #x reader #domestic headcanons

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What Lies Beneath

Word Count: ~2.6k

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Emotional Distress

Pairings: Dragonborn/Serana, Dragonborn/Lydia

“We take the attack on Whiterun.”

Serana nodded where she stood, face hidden behind her mask as the cloth connected to it shifted atop her armor. Ulfric Stormcloak continued talking about plans for war with his general, leaning over the table and maps as he moved pucks around to demonstrate what he was thinking. Serana decided she was rather neutral on the man, the aspiring High King of Skyrim was a complicated character that she had not yet completely studied. Knowing two Shouts as someone who wasn’t Dragonborn was an impressive feat to say the least, but she felt an uneasy whirl of energy whenever she was in a room with him- not quite trusting the placating persona he took when talking with her companion. Speaking of…

“Ulfric,” The Dragonborn began from beside her, voice quiet and an odd tone to their voice. “Many will die at my hand.”

“Then I pray they find their place in Sovngarde when you’re done.” Ulfric dismissed. The general shoved a map and a list of directions into the Dragonborn’s chest as a form of dismissal, but they stayed still for a moment. Waiting, hesitant, unwilling.

Huh.

In her time knowing the Dragonborn since they completed the Blood Prophecy and took down Miraak, she has never seen them hesitate. They recieve orders and throw themselves into the deep end, pulling out their bow or war axe carelessly and they let the blood soak into their skin. Serana has called out their destructive behavior, only eating on the brink of death and letting themselves fall into bloodlust without a word, fighting through poison and illness without a thought to it until some passerby hears the way their chest rattles with every inhale. They cover every inch of their body, steel-plated armor with chainmail and black fabric beneath, with their Nanikrin mask covering their face. They had convinced Serana to do the same, protecting her from the sun and from outsider’s prying eyes. It gives her a sense of privacy she hadn’t felt before.

But that’s beside the point, she reminded herself as they stepped outside of the blue palace. The Dragonborn never hesitated, so why was the idea of attacking Whiterun making their hands shake? Why did they drag their feet ever so slightly through the snow, and why could Serana smell fear coming from them?

They walked in silence through the city, passing villagers and townsmen calling for them as usual. It’s only when they leave the gates do they speak up.

“Do you mind stopping in Riften?” They ask, gaze to the horizon. “I have some things to deliver to the Thieves Guild.”

“I’ll follow you wherever you take me.” Serana shrugged, taking off her mask at the sight of the setting sun. Her red eyes reflected the remaining sunlight, and as always the Dragonborn’s mask remained. “But, can I ask you a question?”

The Dragonborn moved their head in her direction, a sign to continue. Serana took a breath, trying to phrase it delicately.

“Do you think marching on Whiterun is a bad idea?” The Dragonborn stiffened a hair- if Serana were anyone else she wouldn’t have noticed- then turned away again. They started on the path to Riften, somehow knowing without having to pull out a map. How they did that was beyond her.

“I think it’s foolish.” The Dragonborn spoke as they walked. “Balgruuf is a useful ally, and his resources are plentiful. If we could convince them to join the Stormcloak nation or even remain neutral, it would do as much good as Ulfric occupying it himself.” There was venom in their voice, spitting out with every syllable. They quieted after that, thumbing the Orcish dagger they kept at their disposal. Embers flew from it, near catching on the cloth beneath their gauntlets. They didn’t take notice.

There’s more to it than that. Serana thought pointedly, but returned her gaze to the road. Why must you be so secretive? You trust me, I know you do, so why all the hiding?

Why won’t you let me help?

“There you are, lad!” Brynjolf shot from his chair upon seeing the Dragonborn enter the inner cistern. He clapped them on the back, bringing them forward to the bar and placing a mead in their hands so quickly that Serana could have suspected he was a vampire himself. “It’s been months! How have you been? Any more rambunctious adventures I should know about? You know you can always come to me for work if you ever get bored on your own.”

“Thank you, Brynjolf, but I have a companion now.” The Dragonborn gestured to Serana, who waved in turn. Brynjolf shook her hand before turning back to the Dragonborn as they continued to speak. The Nanikrin came off and down went the mead, and Serana took time to study the face she so rarely got to see.

The Dragonborn was battle-scarred, as most could assume, but Serana always forgot the severity after weeks of wearing the mask. One stretched the length of their left cheekbone, pronouncing their already defined features as it traveled up to their eye. There were claw marks on their throat and burn marks on their jawline, stories of beasts and humans alike that had fought back hard enough to marr flesh. Serana found it interesting that they chose to hide their face under a guise of privacy and intimidation, when they were already plenty intimidating on their own. She tuned back into the conversation when she saw Brynjolf’s face fall.

“Riften needs to prepare for war.” The Dragonborn places the empty mead bottle on the counter, not facing the Thieves Guild captain. “I have orders to march on Whiterun, we don’t know if the Jarl will retaliate.”

“The Stormcloaks don’t have the army suited to take Whiterun, you know this.” Brynjolf tried to reason, a hand on their back. “Just stay in Riften, convince Ulfric that this is a fool’s charade.”

“I tried, and besides,” They secured the Nanikrin once more, and Serana saw Brynjolf grow more defeated. “They have me on the front lines.”

Brynjolf scoffed, slapping his hand on the bar and shaking his head. His expression was pinched. Rageful. “When will those bastards realize that you aren’t a weapon at their every disposal? You deserve a say in the battles you fight.”

“I brought this war upon Skyrim the day I marched up to the Greybeards.” The Dragonborn looked down at Brynjolf, hostility emanating from them. The hand on their back dropped as a result. “That was all the say I deserved.”

Brynjolf looked like he wanted to retaliate, say something strong enough to change their mind and keep them safe. He looked at the Dragonborn like kin, Serana realized. Brynjolf sighed after a moment, then turned back into the bar.

“I pray to Nocturnal for your safety.”

“And yours, Brynjolf.”

The man turned to Serana, and nodded to her. She felt respected, even with such a simple gesture.

“You must be pretty important to be traveling with our friend here.” He started, voice thick. “Keep them well for me.”

“I’ll try, sir.” Serana clasped her hands in front of her, bowing slightly. Brynjolf hummed, then stepped away and back within the cistern. All fell quiet.

The Dragonborn breathed shakily with the weight of it.

Whiterun was already burning by the time they arrived. Cannonballs were being shot at the walls surrounding the city as Stormcloaks around them cheered and chanted with their general. The Dragonborn stood beside him, and Serana beside the Dragonborn as the general rallied his men. When they all charged forward, the Dragonborn took out the guards on upper posts with Auriel’s Bow, a deadly precision charging the blows. They cut through the Imperial Legion and stepped over bodies, only pausing to collect arrows or coin that littered the cobblestone. Serana accompanied them to Dragonsreach, and watched with bated breath as the Jarl was arrested and dragged away. She licked a stripe of blood from her hand, feeling her powers surge in response. The General spoke with the Dragonborn as if he were drunk, power-mad and swinging his sword through the air.

“Go and tell Ulfric that we’ve done it! The impossible feat, we have taken Whiterun!” The general’s laughter echoed through the hall, behind them as they stepped out of Dragonsreach.

The Dragonborn paused just outside the door, taking in the destruction of the city. Their breathing was still, and Serana felt panic rising within them.

And then, they bolted.

“Wait-!” Serana called as they jumped down the staircase, stumbling with the fall and then immediately back on their feet. They took a path that seemed familiar, shoving people out of their way as they dove past shops and burning debris.

“What are you doing!?” Serana called after them as they entered the housing district, gasping as they started shoving themselves against the door of a relatively modest home. Serana grabbed their hand, still out of breath as they growled and cursed as the wood gave way.

“Come on, what’s happening with you?!” Serana cried, but it fell on deaf ears. The Dragonborn reared back and kicked the door, sending it flying inwards. They tore the Nanikrin off, sending it thudding against the floor inside.

Serana didn’t understand. There wasn’t anything of immediate importance as she stepped inside, watching the Dragonborn tear the place apart. She tried to call for them again, but they only threw wardrobes aside and cried out.

“Lydia!” They screamed, voice broken and hoarse. “Braith-! Both of you, come out!”

All was still as the Dragonborn quieted, and Serana saw their breathing quicken and heard the break in their voice as they sobbed. Serana stepped forward, still so unsure of what exactly was happening as she rested her hand on their back. The Dragonborn met Serana’s eyes, theirs puffy and red as tears still rolled down their cheeks. Serana was beside herself as the Dragonborn cried.

“They’re gone,” They whispered, just above the rolling fire and smoke. “If they’re not dead I’ll never find them, not now.”

“Who?” Serana asked, just as quiet. “Who are you looking for?”

The Dragonborn turned their head sharply, away and to the ground as they balled their fists. They grit their teeth and Serana could feel them tense even through the armor. Serana sighed, and was about to pull them from the burning building before something shifted inside. The Dragonborn looked up just in time to see a tapestry clatter to the ground, and a hidden door rattle with the force of someone behind it.

They tore it open, the metal handle warping in their grip as a woman fell from within into their chest. She had a cloth pressed to her nose and mouth and a child clutched to her chest- maybe seven or eight at the oldest. She looked up with teary eyes to the Dragonborn, and then smiled as she spoke something in a language that Serana didn’t recognize.

The world was quiet as they silently checked the woman’s face, scanning for every scratch and burn and down to the child she held against her chest. They sank to their knees while holding the woman’s hand, sobbing increasing in intensity but still remaining quiet. It wasn’t until the woman followed the Dragonborn to the ground and sealed their lips with her own that she figured out what was going on. She turned her back to let them have their moment.

“I was so worried about you.” The woman spoke, pressing her forehead against the Dragonborn’s. “I haven’t heard from you since you left for Solsthime, is everything alright?”

“I’m sorry.” The Dragonborn whispered, voice still thick. “I’ll tell you everything, we just-” They looked up at the home they had built together, their child’s drawings stuck to the walls and the Mara amulet hung above the door. To the tile they had laid themselves and the firepit they had all sat around as a family. They had to leave it all behind.

“I know.” Lydia murmured back, then kissed their temple. She rose to her feet and pulled the Dragonborn with her, forward to Selena. She tensed, not realizing the vampire was even in the room. Serana turned back around, feeling eyes on her and offered a small smile, covering her teeth. Lydia squeezed the Dragonborn’s hand in understanding.

“Come,” The Dragonborn cleared their throat and stepped out the door. “We’ll go to Solitude.”

“What is your name?” Lydia asked, bouncing the child on her lap. It had been a long couple of hours since escaping Whiterun, and now she and the vampire sat in a cart being driven by the Dragonborn. Serana looked up through her hood, scanning the woman’s eyes for any fear or hatred. She found none.

“Serana.” She stated, crisp and quick. “And you?”

“Lydia.” The woman smiled, and looked down to the girl. “And this is Braith, our daughter.”

“Our?” Serana asked incredulously, fighting the urge to glare back at the Dragonborn for keeping such a thing from her. Lydia laughed, light and bell-like.

“Yes, we adopted her together.” She smoothed Braith’s hair as she spoke, then looked to Serana with a knowing smirk. “I take it my spouse hasn’t told you much about us?”

“Oh, please.” Serana groaned, rolling her eyes. “I’m lucky to get one full sentence out of them, let alone any personal details.” Lydia laughed at that too, and Serana decided that she liked this one.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were married? Or even a parent?” Serana asked in the lulling quiet of the night, Lydia and Braith asleep in the cart. “I think for as long as we’ve been traveling together, you should’ve mentioned something.”

The Dragonborn sighed, shaking their head. “I’m sorry.” They began, turning the horse down the path. “But I couldn’t risk it.”

“Risk what?” Serana asked, tilting her head. The Dragonborn took a moment to gather their thoughts.

“...Many people want me dead, Serana.” They said, words tight and quiet. “You saw the lengths the Cultists took to follow me, but there’s many others. I’ve wronged just about every other person in Skyrim to get to where I am.” They still haven’t put back on the Nanikrin, Serana noticed, so she could see the way their lip twitched as they thought over their words.

“Those who don’t want to hire me or exploit my power are seeking revenge. I’m a thief and a vampire, a murder-for-hire, Arch-Mage of Winterhold and an all around ass.” They say it all lightly, but Serana could see the weight it pressed onto them.

“...You didn’t want your family getting involved in something that was your doing.” Serana completed, and the Dragonborn looked at her with a twinge of shock in their eyes. “Hey, I get it, I’m a Daughter of Coldharbour for Talos’ sake.” She shrugged, then hit the Dragonborn in the shoulder.

“But I want you to be able to tell me these things. You’re not invincible, you’re not a God, you’re human. You’re allowed to have weaknesses and for the love of it all, you’re allowed to have a family.” She stressed, looking deep into the Dragonborn. They clear their throat in the silence, and Selena turns away.

“...thank you.” They said, and urged the horses faster.

“Anytime, newblood.” Serana bumped their shoulder, growing fonder of her Dragonborn with every new thing she learned about them.

Behind the pair, Lydia cracked open one eye. She smiled, inwardly noting to invite Serana to stay with them in Solstheim.

#skyrim #elder scrolls #dragonborn x serana #serana x reader #dragonborn x lydia #lydia x reader #brynjolf #ulfric stormcloak #miraak #balgruuf the greater

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