You were not very happy when Ralof had gone drinking and came back laughing happily. His buddies including now a strong looking nord woman. You swallowed harshly and looked over as Ralof slumped next to you. A confused look coming over his features as he looked at you. “Lass?” he asked. You huffed slightly and crossed your arms as the woman sat on the other side. Ralof quirked a brow but wrapped an arm around you and scooting closer to you. Causing the nord to look quite surprised. You looked up to see Ralof wink and smirk.
It was not a secret that Hadvar was hailed as an intelligent and courageous nord. Many hailed him a hero. Including many of the women in Riverwood. You sighed slightly as you entered the tavern with Hadvar and, as always, many flooded to hug him and clasp hus shoulder. Brushing past you. A little hurt you went to sit down. It was stupid and your cheeks burnt. But you were jealous. Many more beautiful women (or what you thought were. But trust me. You are all beautiful people :D ) crowded him. But what you didn’t see was him brushing them off and walking over to you. You turned as you saw him smile and say. “Now lets have that dinner we were planning yes?”
Ironically it was not competition really that you were jealous of. You were jealous of…well…him! He was so intelligent. And while often you stumbled over your own words his words were quick as a whip. And often when he outshined you in your own attempts to share knowledge. You often felt a little jealous. But one day you had had enough and avoided him while studying alone. With your nose in a book Vilkas quickly missed your presence but waited for a while. Having learned that women were moody. But eventually he came over and saw you struggling with a topic he sat down to tell you something only to see your disappointment. He then realized. You thought you were dumb. He smiled at you slightly and said. “Actually. I need help on (fav topic). I… Need you to teach me love.” The smile he received brightened his day
You should’ve known better than to think Aela would compete with you for Farkas. Her insults often made you angry at first but as time wore on it was the lack of them that unnerved you. You knew you were a newcomer to whiterun. And they had known each other for years. That info enough was to scare you. But lately they had been going on many quests together. You anxiously waited for his return. Holding the ale as you saw the two laughing amongst themselves as they came in. They saw you and Farkas quickly pounced on you. Bringing you into a bone crushing hug. “I MISSED YOU!” he roared and grinned. Aela chuckled at you two and turned to her bow. A twinkle in her eye as she did so as she hugged you after him and then you realized. She wasn’t so bad after all.
Marcurio was quite charming and you especially knew that. And when one day you were low on coin. Marcurio had thought it best to sweet talk his way with the vendor. Although it did work. The vendor had insisted on having him as more than a friend. Your face was red but you turned away and winced as marcurio said. “Perhaps you can…get me a meal for free?” he asked with a charming smile. The woman blushed but hurried off to do so. When she was turned you said. “What are you doing?” marcurio brought a finger to his lips before taking a home cooked meal and smiled. “Come on.” he said and waved goodbye to the love sick vendor and as he turned to corner he offered it to you. “I… Am not so good at cooking so here.” he said. A slight blush on his features. You paused…but smiled
It was not unknown that Brynjolf was a playboy. Everyone in Riften knew. And many women had quite the tale. And sometimes. Hearing some women missing him made you scared and jealous. Perhaps….that was all you were? You couldn’t help but feel your heart twist as you saw Vex talking with him alone and you jumped as you saw her take his hand in hers. You quickly turned away and took another pint as they conversed. And when you got up you saw brynjolf smile at you with pride in his eyes. You blushed slightly and saw Vex smile. Albeit small. At you. Everyone in the thieves guild loved you so…why were you so jealous. Seeing you avoid his eyes brynjolf frowned and followed you to your cot and sat on it. You frowned at him. “What is the matter lass?” he asked. You blushed but looked away ashamed. He saw it. That familiar look. “Lass….i…i really do love ya. You know that right? You…you make me feel…..vulnerable lass….you…really do have my heart.” he said lowly and you looked up. A blush on your face as you smiled. Brynjolf grinned and quickly tried to steal a kiss but instead you turned so it was on the cheek. “Not yet.”
The disappointed look on his face almost made you change your mind….almost
You knew that because he was so talented that it should not surprise you that he would have a busy time tutoring others. But when you had not seen your beloved feline for a few days. You looked and found studying hard with a…rather beautiful elf. You felt betrayed at first and saw her smirk as she bent over her books. Jzargo’s back was turned as he went through a book. You turned to leave when he saw you and smiled. “Ahhhh/y/n/ it has been ages! Jzargo missed–” but he didn’t get to finish as you stuttered something and shut the door. He frowned .you acted and smelled…different. Turning he rolled his eyes and said. “Jzargo has no interest” and walked past. Finding you in your quarters he asked. “Desert flower what is wrong?” he asked and sat down. You looked at him slightly ashamed and looked away. He knew it well…jealousy. He chuckled. “Jzargo has no interest in elven women who spread their legs more than knowledge.” he said and rested a paw on your shoulder. He grinned. “Besides. Your intelligence adds to your beauty. ” he said and pulled you closer. You sighed in relief and smiled resting your head on his shoulder
Ralof had gone off hunting that morning and you were anxious. It was long after sunset and he still had not returned. Snow began to fall and you worried even more. What if he got caught in a blizzard? What if bandits got to him?! What if- suddenly you saw a torch in the distance and Ralof cheerfully whistling as he made his way to your home. You sighed in relief and met him at the front porch and and was taken by surprise when he dropped the furs on the floor and wrapped you in a hug and kissed you full on. His lips cracked and warm and beard tickling against your chin. Your face turned red as you pulled back and he mischievously grinned. “I missed you too /y/n/ ”
The war had been taking a great toll on Hadvar lately and you were concerned. Often he would come home so tired, yet he would sit at his desk until dawn. He was getting headaches and even some of his colleagues were concerned. Taking the matters into your own hands you pulled Hadvar away from work early and took him by a nearby river and sat. You had made him a meal and afterword you let him lay his head in your lap and tell you what was troubling him. The war, the soldiers, the strife. To the end he began to get drowsy and you leaned forward and to kiss his brow. But as you pulled away he quickly pulled you back to kiss you. His lips were soft and gentle against your own. When you pulled back both of your cheeks warmed.
Vilkas was a hesitant and awkward man. And the same could be said about him being a lover. Although he loved to teach you things and hold your hand, he was not a very ‘touchy feely’ person. He loved to have his own space. Although you loved Vilkas you had to admit sometimes having him in arms reach would be great. So when you and Aela talked about it. A mischievous thought came to her mind. When you left to go to the market she went to sit with Torvar an earshot away from Vilkas as he read a book and grinned.
“I wonder why Vilkas hasn’t kissed /y/n/ yet.” she said with a wink. Torvar quickly caught on.
“Aye. Maybe he is scared.” he added.
Aela smirked seeing the nord’s grip on the book tightened.
“Perhaps he should take council from his brother.”
“Or the maid! We all know he is the woman of the coup-”
Soon the door of Jarrschovar (sorry butchered that name) shut loudly and Vilkas walked to the market hearing their laughter behind him. Turning be saw you kindly talking with the vegetable vendor. Pulling you gruffly away he kissed you passionately. Pulling back you blinked and smiled. His cheeks turned red as he looked up and everyone quickly looked away. He smugly smirked at you. And went for another one.
Farkas loved to show his affection. Yet he did not want to hurt you. He knew his wolf was restless and he didn’t know what his wolf would do. So he began to avoid you. Which caused his restlessness to become worse, you were saddened and eventually followed him to his room and shut the door.
“Farkas…are you mad at me?” you asked sadly. Your eyes gleaming. Farkas’s heart stabbed and he quickly stood and hugged you tightly. “No no no!….I….I am afraid to hurt you.” he said.. When he felt you slump with relief he leaned back and looked at you hesitantly. You shared his gaze and leaned closer. “I am not made of glass.” you whispered, and he quickly took your shoulders and kissed you shyly. Blushing you smiled. And Farkas felt an unfamiliar calmness inside of him.
He wanted a kiss…badly. But the thing was you two had gotten so busy that you didn’t always have time to have him get his charming ways in. So instead. He made a set up. Going to the hot springs he purposely went put to the deep part and began to flail. You gasped and saw him go under and cried out. Half drowning yourself you were able to bring him to shore. Pushing his chest you cried and gave him mouth to mouth and sniffed but gasped as he kissed back passionately. You roughly pulled back and gasped seeing him smirk. You huffed a blushing mess and walked off. He thought he had won until he had to sleep outside that night…
He had been waiting anxiously. Doing all he knew to win that elusive kiss. But yet you had not fallen to his charm. So one day, when you had complained about having to do spring cleaning he became intent. “I WILL HELP YOU LASS!” he said quickly and standing up. And the next day he did all he could do… Getting close to you when getting supplies. Compliments. All the works. Much to his disappointment you were oblivious to his turmoil. That was until he slumped into a chair. Tired from the chores. You smiled and walked over and set a plate of food in front of him and fluidly kissed his lips so easily he didn’t even react properly. Instead of kissing back like he planned he looked at you dumbfounded. You smiled slyly and winked before sitting to get your own meal.
Jzargo was a very charming khaijiit. And you were a very shy nord. And nothing made him feel happier than seeing your shy smile and your cheeks pink. Of course he kept it in your boundaries of course. Although he was working his way into getting that precious kiss. Today he had decided to visit you in your studies and create you flowers from ice and fire. You blushed as he offered you a fragile looking flower that glowed blue his smile causing your face to heat. “I found it in the mountains. It is quite rare. Like you, desert flower.” he said softly. He slowly leaned forward and kissed your lips. His lips warm and whiskers tickling your nose. You smiled and hesitantly kissed back much to his joy.
The wagon ride to Helgen had been long, stirring up a feeling in the pit of his stomach that made him want to vomit. On top of that, you, the unconscious passenger, only made him more concerned. The imperials had picked up two complete strangers during the ambush, it only made him less able to discern where they were headed. You stirred, grabbing his attention as he welcomed you back to the plains of Nirn. A series of bickering later, the walls of Helgen passed over head, his attention drawing to the sight of General Tullius and the Thalmor. He was placed in line for execution, watching you, an innocent of war, be kicked to the block. As if the thought of being beheaded wasn’t enough, the sudden arrival of a dragon was surely going to make him taste his breakfast again. In the panic, his binds snapped, and he called you to the tower. You’d climbed the stairs together, though when he’d lost you through the inn, it was a relief to be rejoined by you through the keep. The trek through the fort had been tiring, so the open road to Riverwood was a welcomed sight, especially with you at his side. He’d reminisced about his childhood days, eventually bringing you to his sister, offering you a place to stay and a heap of supplies. It was not long after that you parted ways, a promise left that you’d meet again, not as prisoners, but as Stormcloaks, together.
Regret had swept over him as he watched you, face shoved against the freshly bloodied wooden block. From the moment he couldn’t find your name he knew you were an innocent, another refugee attempting to cross the border and pushed head first into Skyrims civil war. He looked down to you, sending Talos a silent prayer, but was instead answered with the clap of the sky tearing. A dragon, black as pitch landed atop the keeps tallest tower. He’d ran to help the civilians, the briefest glimpse of you entering a tower was caught from the corner of his eye. You became the least of his concerns, his mind set to ushering the people out of the dragons fire, at least until you came running from the burnt up inn. You’d followed him obediently, pressed shoulder to shoulder as he watched as the dragons talon nearly grazed your face. He’d been surprised to see you enter the keep before him, after all, he expected trusting an imperial soldier would be the last thing you’d do after the previous events, but nonetheless, escaping the fort had been pleasant, in its own way. The walk to Riverwood was awkward to say the least, in fact he’d tried his best to be rid of you, and yet you were persistent in staying with him, though once Riverwood had been reached he’d introduced you to his uncle and family. He filled your pack with numerous supplies, watching you head off on your journey to Whiterun from the porch.
His conversation with Kodlak had already put him on edge, so your interruption had only angered him further. He’d snapped at the idea of you joining the companions, stomping down the hallway, mumbling beneath his breath that he had to be the one stuck testing you. It had been a year since their last try out, all others being no match for the companions and putting their place into the army instead. Vilkas liked it that way, it meant less whelps to babysit and have gawk over him, you were no different and he expected this over quickly. He’d drew his sword and readied his shield before you’d even opened the doors of Jorrvaskr and stepped into the training yard. He watched as you eyed up his gear, along with the stabbed and shredded dummies that dotted the wall behind him, you drew your weapon, giving him no time to deliver his usual lines before you’d landed the first blow against his shield. You hit hard, harder than he had expected. His knees buckled, his foot supporting his weight and only just catching him from falling flat. He glanced behind you for a second, seeing the racket from your first hit had attracted the attention of those sat outside the mead hall. He braced, pushing himself against the hits you made before you swung hard, again nearly knocking him to his feet. As he attempted to steady himself, you gave no warning and delivered a final blow to his shield. Vilkas coughed the dried dirt from his throat, picking himself up of the floor and glaring as hard as he could muster. He shoved his sword into your hand, ordering for it to be taken to Eorland for a sharpen. He approached the doors, refusing to look at those that had witnessed his defeat at the hands of a whelp, and sulked back to his room.
This had been the fifth time a giant attacked the Palagia farm this month, they’d been getting bolder and becoming more of a threat. He watched his companions race around the beast, Aela firing her arrows from a distance as Ria stabbed the skin of its thighs. He levelled his long sword against the ground, rolling back up to his feet and swinging all his weight into a hit. He sliced the beasts skin, sending it whirling and knocking him back into the soil once again, the wound bled heavily, the stench of iron filling his nostrils as it thundered closer to him. He covered his face, tensing to take on the heavy impact of a direct hit. One that never came. He felt the ground shake, sitting up to see the Giants limp body, collapsed face down in the cabbages. He looked over to the others, expecting to see their blades bloodied and quivers empty, but instead ended up following their gaze and landing on your figure. He gawked as you sauntered past, Aela catching your arm and thanking for your assistance. He picked himself up, joining the others to make the walk back to Whiterun, turning back only to watch you walking in the opposite direction.
He’d been pacing as usual, back and fourth on the top floor of Understone Keep, the neck of his goblet held loosely between his fingers. He did this often, surveying the area, watching how the staff, and even the Jarl diverted and stopped in their tracks in order to let him continue his walking, it made him feel powerful, knowing he still held his place as a superior mer even in this barbaric land. He was so self assured, at least until you’d shown up. You’d marched up the steps, cutting him off and sending him reeling backwards to avoid getting hit. His guards went for their swords, their hands grabbing the hilts before being stopped by their commander. He approached the steps, watching you speak with the jarl and analysing you. He’d never seen a person such as yourself, the way you held yourself, the way you spoke out, he would’ve noticed you from the rest of the rabble. You turned to the steward, receiving a slip of paper and made your way back down the stairs, Ondolemar refusing to break eye contact as you passed, cutting off his path once more. You didn’t look back as he moved to the ledge, watching you disappear beneath the stone archway.
He hadn’t been paying much attention when another adventurer had arrived, seeking admission to his uncles dwemer museum. He’d glanced at their figure as they’d pushed open the doors to Nchuand-Zel, the heavy metal grating against the stone floor, and echoing out across to where he stood at the alchemy desk. He’d dotted around the study since then, reading multiple books and mixing multiple potions before taking a seat on the stone bench, opening his book on dwemer law. He squealed in an extremely undignified major, flinging his book over the edge and into the running water below, from the torn and bloodied giant spider legs that had been thrown down in front of him. He looked up at the stranger, his golden face pale as you sauntered over to the enchanting table where Calcelmo stood. A quick conversation later, he watched as the golden key was placed in your palm. You passed by him, your eyes meeting and a small smile being flashed his way. He stared after you as you left, his heart beating faster in his chest, you were brave, bold, gruesome, and enchanting, and the young elf found himself deeply smitten.
You woke up in a red tent. You felt a strange tightness around your shoulder and chest. Whining you covered your ears as you heard bustle outside. You gasped as the tent opened revealing a tired looking Ralof. Before you can utter a word you were engulfed in a gentle protective hug. His voice shook. “Lass… I’m sorry…i should’ve taken better care to keep you safe.” he choked out. Looking into her eyes he swallowed. “I love ya too much to let you go.” you gasped softly but smiled. Hugging him with one arm you said “i love you too.”
You woke up with an eerie silence as you looked up into the stars. The light from the fire was only embers. And you felt a tight cloth around your stomach and furs covering your torso. You blinked as a hand tightened around your own and weakly looked over to see hadvar sleeping. His arms inching ever closer as he buried his head into your neck. “I’m sorry ” he whimpered and looked up at you. His eyes shining with emotion. “I love you too much. I’m so sorry.” he said and pulled you closer. You weakly touched his cheek “i love you too” you whispered
You woke up encompassed in soft velvety blankets and warmth. Blinking tiredly you winced and tried to sit up weakly but couldn’t. And instead looked around tiredly. To your surprise you found that Vilkas was asleep in the chair closest to you. Your eyes widened. You were sleeping in his bed! As you shifted he sleepily blinked his eyes and took your hand. “…..love… How are you feeling?” he asked and closed his eyes cursing himself. “Please…let me protect you..”
You woke up on the cold stones incredibly sore with a stiff arm. You whined softly and blinked as something shuffled and moved closer. Bringing you warmth as he wrapped his arms around you. Turning you saw Farkas snoring softly with a frown on his face. You leaned your forehead against his and he shifted. Waking up he said sleepily “you….are never going alone hunting again.” he croaked and pulled her closer causing you to flinch. Farkas loosened his hold but kept you close. “I love you lass.” he said quietly
You woke up feeling the soft furs against your skin up to your nose. Squinting you sneezed and turned. Seeing Marcutio looking at you with worried eyes as he kept the fire roaring and running healing hands over you every so often. Turning to you he asked in a scared voice. “Are you ok? I have food. Is the fire cold? Can you breath well?” the surge of questions caused you to flinch and he quieted. “Never scare me like that again. You’re too important” he said and cupped your cheek. You smiled but frowned. “Marcurio..”
“….where are my clothes?”
You wheezed and coughed. Causing white pain to surge through you and a large hand to push you gently into bed. You weakly opened your eyes seeing brynjolf offering a foul smelling potion. You gulped it with a cringe and brynjolfs eyes saddened. “Vex helped me stitch you up. A close one. ” he said and cupped your cheek. His voice soft and cracking. You looked up at him tiredly. He smiled and whispered. “So beautiful….” and held your hand to his heart as you blushed but whispered “i love you too” before falling asleep.
You woke up in your quarters at the college and groaned. Your shoulder stung and you turned slowly seeing the broken piece of sword thrown in a heap of rags on the table. You heard feet padding around your room. And you looked over and saw J'zargo quickly mixing some ingredients into a bowl and his eyes widened when he saw you awake. “J'zargo is happy (y/n) is awake!” he said and quickly set his things down. “He thought that his magic may not have been strong enough.” he said solemnly and took your hand. You frowned as you saw his face scrunch up in anger. And he turned and gently pressed something cold into your hand. “A foolish bandit wore this. J'zargo found it for you” he said. Handing you the necklace you had lost. Your eyes widened and he smiled charmingly. “Perhaps j'zargo gets a kiss as a reward. Yes?”