Skyrim One-Shots

Ulfric x Reader ~Saber~

Head pounding, you quietly place your elbow on the table mostly covered by a map, eyes fluttering shut as your face morphed into obvious discomfort.

Galmar sighed, "Get your head off the table, ____. We've got things to do."

"Hold on," was your soft response, barely audible, dizziness wretching your brain in two as your nausea got increasingly worse. You forced your head up, almost barfed right then and there, and quickly put it back down.

The Jarl was the next to speak, voice low and almost annoyed. "Either go back to your tent and sleep or stop acting like you stayed up all night."

"I did," you mumble, "couldn't if I tried."

"Seriously? You're the only one who hasn't killed a soul here, and you're getting worse sleep than war veterans?" Galmar scoffed.

"Felt like someone was ripping out my intestines with their bare hands, and I was baking alive during it too. I put out my fire, torches, everything. Didn't do- augh, fuck," you wheeze, hands tensed in pain as you bit your lip to keep your breaths seemingly steady, searing cramp-like pain flaring across your lower abdomen.

Ulfric frowned, "I've seen you been stabbed in the shoulder with an arrow, and you didn't even blink. I'm about ready to force you to go back to your tent and take a-"

Uncaring you'd just cut off the Jarl, you ran out of the General's tent with a distressed face and a hand slapped over your mouth, the food from only mere hours before crawling up your throat and into your mouth.

Taking a sharp turn around the tent, you were barely able to lean over before you puked up all you had for breakfast. Faintly, you could hear the uncertain, quick murmurings of both Ulfric Stormcloak and Galmar Stone-Fist as another round of food was spat on the ground, your head pounding.

Nausea clouded your senses like a heavy blanket, the only thing you could focus on being the clenching of your stomach and the disgusting taste in your mouth as you retching.

"Mara above have mercy, you look terrible," Galmar muttered nearby.

Attempting to steadying both your shaken mind and stomach, you ignored the general.

Ulfric sighed, "Get the medic, Galmar. I would assume she has the flu, but I'm not taking any chances."

"Understood."

There was a pause, and you sat down, cradling your head in your hands while the Nord behind you padded your back sympathetically.

"I feel like shit," you groaned calmly, whining in the back of your throat as he chuckled.

"It'll pass," he assured.

You were left in silence after that, but neither of you really minded. You didn't need too much comfort from him, and he was aware of how you were and respected it. You knew each other surprisingly well, being you both had only been in his company for a few months. Neither of you were afraid to joke around, so there was a lot of half-hearted flirting in your relationship when no one was around.

Things between the both of you had only gotten heated whenever you both got plastered beyond belief.

It was just sex. Seriously, that was it.

Him giving you small embraces before you went to bed when no one was around didn't mean anything. His hands wrapping around yours every morning when you were back at the Palace of Kings was just friendly.

Only. Fucking. Friendly.

"Oi, calm down, saber. If you faint, I can't promise I'll catch you before you land in your own vomit," he warned lightly, taking notice of your jaw clenching.

"After this, we need to have a talk, that sound good?"

He rested a hand on your back, rubbing circles as he sighed. Ulfric took quite a while to answer, and you frowned, simultaneously noticing the migraine fading.

"No, I'm not just using you for pleasantries and yes, I do want to court you, because I enjoy your company much more than I thought I would. Did I assume correctly? I have been anticipating you to say that being I have been purposefully unclear with our relationship."

You blinked in surprise, letting that sink in.

"How many times did you mull over that before this moment, Ulfric?"

"Well, there were 5 letters, 2 speeches, a murder plot, and a final speech that I would've used had I not just froze up there."

Was that embarrassment that you heard? Was the jarl of Eastmarch truly able to even get embarrassed? Perhaps you were imagining it. That would make the most sense.

Shaking it off, the silence grew again, and you broke it.

"I've been feeling off for almost 2 months now," you mentioned hesitantly, "and my moods have been out of whack, along with my normal cycle."

His breath hitched.

"I think you know where this is going, but I'll continue. Remember that one night I came to your room bawling? Yeah. Recall when I literally fainted a few weeks ago in the morning? And when I was talking about feeling weary about wearing a corset, even though I had no reason to?"

He was deathly still.

You shake your head, chuckling dryly. "Ulfric Stormcloak, somehow, someway, you got me pregnant."

"____," he stated, voice cracking so slightly you almost didn't catch it.

"Yes, bear?" you raised your brows, turning your head towards him.

"If you die, and the child doesn't, when I die I am going to have a very stern talking with you."

A laugh bubbled out of your chest, "Of course. It's only fair. Oh, when the medic comes, just tell her we've got it solved."

He nodded. "You're going to take a break from the field, please tell me."

"Of course," you answer, "besides, I can always just train recruits."

His piercing blue eyes narrowed, as if he was already imagining it. "If one of them so much as even says anything I'm going to break their-"

"Ulfric, they are your men," you remind gently.

"One word, ____. They'll be in the prisons for the rest of their life," he grumbles sincerely.

You sighed, "Whatever, I need to clean off."

"I know you don't like to be coddled, but after you just threw up, and told me you're with child, no chance I'm letting you go alone," he tells you. A sigh escapes your lips.

"Not a single look, bear," you state tiredly. but still barbed with intent.

"I take that as a challenge, saber," he replies, raising his left brow. 

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This was okay.

Requests?

Part 2? Ulfric trying to handle a child, or not flip during labor?

Anyway,

Adieu!