Skyrim One-Shots

Ulfric x Reader ~The Final Stand~

You blade whipped around, a mere flash of ebony as heads and limbs were sliced clean off amidst the screams.

A quick glance around and you just barely were able to dodge a war hammer coming your way, expertly twisting around to swiftly slam your sword into the man's armor, tearing clean through the light leather and piercing his heart.

Blood spewed onto your stained white tunic and the loud blast of Ulfric Stormcloak's thu'um cut through the clash of battle in the halls of the Palace of Kings.

Shit.

Gods, it was going to come down to this.

"Krii lun aus!" you roared, at least half the attacking forces dropping instantly at the powerful shout within seconds and completely changing the tide.

There was a half a second pause before the fury of battle raged on, your breathing ragged and forced as you were once more surrounded by opponents.

Once more, you'd gone back to your quick and unrelenting attacks, a few lucky soldiers managing to scrape the tunic you wore and cut skin, but nothing deep enough to cause for worry. Over and over, anyone who dared to attempt to attack you ended up dead on the floor that was covered with bodies, in return completely soaking you in blood.

They had begun the siege in the middle of the night, and you didn't have time to get your armor on. All you could do was grab your sword and hope to Akatosh you made it out alive.

You never wanted to use the voice you were 'gifted' with. No, you refused to use it, even in the fight with Alduin himself, you refrain from using a single shout.

This was the first time you'd shouted since the fateful day you discovered you could in the first place. 

Least to say, you could've won the war single-handedly, but the idea of it plagued your dreams most nights and left you lurching up and nearly screaming.

Now, however, it would seem that is what it has led up to.

A feral growl ripped out of your throat, "Su drah dun!"

Your blade may have been fast before, but now, it was a literal shredder, flying and near unseeable because of the speed you were going at.

Every breath out of your mouth was forced to be even, every placement of your foot was planned before you even stepped, and sweat coated your body.

A loud command in the anarchy for retreat ran through the air, and the Imperials (much like a heard of cattle) immediately booked it out of the city capital, being murdered ruthlessly all the while as their backs showed.

Minutes later, when the hall was only filled with Stormcloaks and bodies and some brave townsfolk had hesitantly come out to start repairing the broken gate, you fled as soon as you could out of the Palace of Kings, throwing your coated red sword to the snow as you did so.

Tears tumbled from your eyes, leaving streaks of the blood that was on your face as your knees slammed into the cold, stained snowfall.

The chill of early dawn wrapped around you, hair tangled and barely kept in a bun at the pack of your head as your tears froze on your cheeks.

"____?" came a rough, low and dismayed voice behind you.

You didn't turn, only moving to cradle your head as your cries formed into sobs barely muffled.

A large figure crouched beside you, taking a sharp intake of breath before you were being gently tugged to your feet, all the while bawling like a child.

"Fuck!" you barked out, voice cracking as anger surrounded your mind.

How could you betray everything you had promised to the Greybeards?

How could-

"____, listen to me," came the calm murmur.

You hiccuped, eyes clenched shut as your head hanged low.

Arms wrapped around you unexpectedly, and you stiffened at first response.

"You-"

"Shut up with your stupid speeches! Just- just shut up!" you screamed, pushing the Jarl back with a sob. "I can do this all on my own, as I have done! I'm not going to listen to your orders when I can do it by myself, and if I fuck up, it's my fault! I have lost all patience with you! I warn you, and you do not listen! I save your ass, and you're just going to claim some idiotic Nord did it, right?! Talos forsake the fact we have a female Dragonborn who did more than Ulfric fucking Stormcloak!" you seethe, talking so fast Ulfric could barely understand your words.

Some hearing the commotion snapped their heads over and watched with shock, eyes wide.

The leader of the rebellion's once-confident stature fell completely as he attempted to find words to respond, the blood on his face drying.

You choked out a curse, spinning on your heel. 

"You are not wrong," he stated quietly as your started to walk away. "I would have done that if you stated that when you applied."

He shook his head, as if upset with himself.

"____, when I couldn't find you in the hall, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. If you choose to walk away, so be it. I will accept the consequences."

You froze.

"We can try this again, and I will take your advice as highest priority, I won't make the same mistake now that I've learned I've made it."

"You're lucky I don't like you better dead, Stormcloak," you mutter, tears subsiding, "otherwise I'd shout you to pieces right now."

"So I am a given a second chance?"

You scowled, but turned to face him once more and nodded slightly.

"Then we'd best get to work," he stated, and you snorted.

"I need a bath."

"That you do," he agreed.

"Okay, you know what, I'm taking-"

"I did not intend to mean it negatively," he rushed out.

"Outta my sight, you fraud."

"That is-"

"A brillant new nickname, I know," you hiss.

"Fine," he muttered.

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this is so bad

i am sorry lol

i was rushing

Requests?

Part 2? (oh lord who even enjoys this chapter-)

Dani out,

Adieu!