Flowers // Skyrim x Reader.
Ulfric calls you his winter rose.
Snow swirls over all the beautiful world outside, softly and slowly dancing across the vast gray sky. It won't be long before Ulfric is forced to get up and see to his duties...a jarl’s work sees no end after all and he has so many things to attend to. But for now...
For now it's just you and him.
From the window, he can hear the sounds of the city, his people wide awake and working, guards marching, a few children laughing as they ran through the snow.
But the sound of your slow, soft breathing was far sweeter to him. Nestled by his side, you were tucked carefully into the many blankets and furs (he’d hunted for them himself when you agreed to marry him, wanting to keep you safe and warm). Rolling over in the thick blankets, Ulfric presses his nude body against your own, thoughts of the night before flashing through his mind.
The sweet touch of your lips on his, hands wandering across flushed skin, hips pressing to hips in a frenzied passion!
And as though you remembered it too, you sighed softly and smiled as his lips pressed to your neck.
Rough hands ran along your body softly, squeezing your thighs and breasts.
"Stay with me." He whispered. "Stay just a little bit longer."
Oh, you couldn't refuse him!
Turning in his embrace, your wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pressed your lips to his own in the softest of kisses.
It’s official: the jarl is not getting out of bed for a good, long while.
Throughout the day, he’ll have that serious look on his face, holding himself tall and strong...but right now he is soft and he is yours, sighing as your hands tug at his blonde curls. He mumbls something sweet against your skin and drowns in the glory of you.
Ralof calls you his wildflower.
A sweet breeze slips over the flower fields, larkspurs and everlasting flowers swaying in the breeze. For this one moment, the world is calm.
It almost feels that there is no looming danger, no war burning through the country. Just this. Just moment, this happiness, this love. Ralof pulled you a little bit closer, holding you to his chest. Like this, he could feel each breath and beat of your heart.
You couldn't stay here forever, you both knew that.
Time would go on. Duties would pull him away from you.
For now he had the flowers and the sunlight and, best of all, he had you. Ralof kissed your neck, your laughter echoing in the air.
Flowers are tangled in his blond curls, blue and red mountain flowers and lavender and wild violets woven for carefully. He must look so silly but he feels like a king as you sit on his lap and kiss him, lips trailing along his neck and face. The sun is bright but starting to weaken, night coming along quickly...he must make a fire beside the tent to keep you warm through the night, a dinner of stew and bread awaiting you both (he doesn’t know that you snuck along an apple pi and juniper berry mead as a sweet surprise).
With his hands resting on your hips, Ralof held you close as he fell back on the soft earth, your laughter filling the air. Pulling you into a deep kiss and at once you’re falling into him, kissing him back with everything you had.
Pulling away, his bright eyes (so blue, bluer then the sky) glow as he looks up at you. You, he thinks, are the most perfect thing in creation...and you’re all his!
Hadvar calls you his snowdrop.
Moonlight slips through the bare trees, shining over the snow. Heavy footsteps crunch through the snow, hurrying to get home.
A little cottage, small and cozy, sat tucked in the trees and drenched in snow. The wooden fence creaked in the wind as Hadvar stumbled through the snow. Before he could reach the house, the door opened and light flooded the night.
There you were, standing before him. The fire light glows around you for a brief moment, making you look like magic.
Hadvar smiled happily, rushing towards you, stumbling and laughing.
And you’re running too, the powder snow flying all around you in wild puffs of icy white. Together you find one another, with you stumbling into his strong arms (but he catches you before you fall, Hadvar always catches you). Sweeping you into his arms, Hadvar fell back in the snow and brought you with him. Though he was freezing cold, he had never felt so happy.
“I’ve missed you too,” he replies.
He carries you home, covered in snow but not feeling the cold. It feels as though he’s too happy to be cold, carrying you against his chest as you cover him with kisses.
The little house he built for you, tucked on the edge of the village and half-hidden in the trees. The place he’s been dreaming of for so, so long...home! He’s here now, falling onto the heap of pillows and blankets by the fire, with you beneath him. Finally.
Leaning low, his forehead presses against yours as he sighs. The feel and touch and scent of you comforts Hadvar in ways he cannot describe, oh, his love! His darling!
After so long of dreaming of it, Hadvar does the thing he’s only been dreaming of:
Rough hands play with your hair as his lips press to yours, softly for a heartbeat before deepening into something deep and wonderful and perfect.
Farkas calls you his sunflower. Laughter rings through the air as you dance in the sunlight, smiling so sweetly. He smiles at you, wondering how one person can be so lovely.
Leaning against the rough trunk of a tree, he almost couldn't believe it. That you were his...that you loved him as much as he loved you. But it was all true and your love was all his.
"Sunflower, come here..."
You stopped dancing and came to him, falling into his outstretched arms at once.
Farkas chuckled deeply, almost like a growl, as he nuzzled your neck. He kissed and bit your sweet skin gently, grinning as you laughed.
Oh, he loved that little laugh! He loved you!
Taking your hand, he spins you about and wonders how he became so lucky as to call someone like you his very own...he must have done something quite wonderful for the gods to reward him with a gift such as this!
You’re humming some unnamed, wordless song beneath your breath as you danced with him, movements mi miked so perfectly.
That was something wonderful about this.
It was as though you were somehow built just for Farkas. He didn’t have to speak for you to know what he meant or needed, you had a way of sensing it. Being with you was simply...being.
Being happy, being fulfilled, being loved.
It was everything he’s ever wanted. You were everything he’d ever wanted.
Smiling so happily, Farkas lead you somewhere far, far away. Here the trees were gnarled and twisted together, streams of sunlight just barely slipping through the smothered air. There were no interruptions, the rest of the world was so far away. There was no danger for he would protect you from anything. Just love.
Dancing with you in his arms, Farkas leaned low and stole the sweetest of kisses from your lips, tasting the honey of your love upon them.
Brynjolf calls you his red rose. Walking through the crowded streets, he cannot help but steal glances at you (among other things of course).
What a pretty thing you are!
He had been flirting with you for quite a while, making little flirtations and giving you looks...he just couldn't help himself! Brynjolf passed by a little flower cart, stealing a bright bloom as he did. Before you had even noticed him, he'd slipped by and tucked the flower into your hair.
You’re rolling your eyes and acting like he’s just a flirtatious fool...but you don’t toss away the rose. In fact, you keep every rose that he gives you. The one he leaves on your pillow when he has to sneak away before you wake up one morning; all of the ones he leaves with a little notes asking you to sneak away with him; and the one he gives you now.
Plucked free of thorns, you hold the flower between your fingers as you kiss Brynjolf deeply.
The thief had stolen far more then gold and jewels and flowers...he had managed to steal your heart too, a treasure that he was never planning on returning.
It was perfectly fine, though.
He’d given you his heart in exchange after all.
Rough hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you close, stealing another kiss. For now, hidden in some dark corner of the city, you were his and he was yours...the thief would have to flee before daylight but in the night, he could kiss you for a little longer.
Vilkas calls you his sweet flower. A hand wraps around your own, holding you close to his chest. The day has been long and hard but the night...
It seems almost as though the night belongs to the both of you, all of the stars and the moon itself. Silver light slipped through the window, shining upon the rough sheets and your naked forms.
It’s what you are to him.
Sweet and pretty and perfect, nothing like him. While he was gruff and scarred and angry, you were a calming presence; a sweet love.
It is almost unbelievable to him that someone as perfect as you would want to be with someone like him...but you did. You, by some miracle, are laying beside him in bed, your hair spilled out along the sheets and your body so close to his. His chest is pressed to your back, a battle-scarred hand trailing lazy drawings across bare skin.
You sigh at his touch, a grin gracing his face.
Rolling over in his embrace, you press yourself closer, as though you would not be separated from your lover, and reached up.
The touch of your hands was gentle. Trailing along scruffy jaw, your hands moved back and into his thick hair, tugging on the dark strands softly. Unable to contain himself, Vilkas leaned low and kissed you softly.
Soon, morning would come.
The sun would rise and with it would come a new day, with new quests and new dangers. But for now, it was only the two of you.
Scouts-Many-Marshes calls you his water lily. The water in pleasantly cool, soft splashes echoing through the night. You are laughing, shaking droplets from your hair as he swims forward.
Closer and closer he comes...
Scaled hands grasped your ankles softly, traveling up your thighs and belly as he pulled you close to him. Bobbing in the water, he nibbled at your neck as you sighed happily.
How he loved to tease you!
To live so happily, you both had to work so hard...so he kept hold of moments like this. No work, no fighting, no fear. No one but the two of you, nothing but this love. Pressing himself close, you are trapped between the pond’s edge and his body, a place that you certainly do not mind being at all.
Nipping and kissing your skin, you sigh softly as your arms wrap around him.
He’s losing himself in you, heart racing like a thunderstorm, and just about to steal another kiss when you slip away once more.
Diving into the cool waters, the Argonian laughs, the soft sound echoing.
Silly flower! Do you really think that you could ever out-swim him? Not a chance, not even the smallest of one!
There’s barely a ripple as he slips into the waters, his bright eyes searching you out. And once he sets his sight upon you, he goes exactly for what he wants. It isn’t long before he’s got you in his grasp, bursting from the water as he holds you tight. Again and again he kisses you, taking his sweet time with you.
Soon, you would be off on an adventure again and he would be left worrying about you.
But for now he had you all to himself. No dragons to slay, no monsters to fight or treasures to claim. His water lily was all his, safe in their little nest.
Balimund calls you his silver rose. The blacksmith works away, fire burning and metal smoldering as he creates another beautiful blade.
Beautiful...but not as much as you.
Hours later, his work is done. Tired and sweaty, Balimund leaned back and examined his latest creation. Pride bubbled in his chest, the slightest of grins on his face. But it wasn't the blade that had him smiling...it was something else.
Asleep in the comfortable chair he’d built for you (there’s a twin seat beside it, set in front of the fire place so that you might sit together during the long winter nights and talk and read and just be together), you sigh softly...and he cannot help but stop and stare, utterly enamored with you...perfect, darling you!
“Come now,” he grumbles quietly.
Picking you up, Balimund carried you up the steps and into the bedroom. Through the house he’d built for the two of you he walked, struck by little memories.
The book he’d first seen you reading one fine summer day, tucked along the shelf.
Weapons he’d made you, crafted so perfectly.
Treasures from your many adventures scattered along.
And yours names etched into the wooden headboard, intertwined within a somewhat crooked heart.
Running his rough hands along the familiar carving, Balimund looked down at your slumbering form and smiled.
The sound of your voice was more then enough to bring the blacksmith to bed. Soon he had stripped and joined you int bed, snuggling alongside you (just where he was meant to be) and falling into another dream of you…
J'zargo calls you his poppy. Sunshine slips through the tent, bathing you in warm golden rays. Sneaking away like this had been such a good idea.
In fact, it has been perfect.
He’d been needing a little alone time with you, craving your presence more then anything else.
All night you had laughed and talked, before falling into the tent for a night of wild passion. But now the morning had come, sunlight streaming against your bodies. He purred happily,
The sound of his voice has you smiling (the man has you in the palm of his hand and you both know it, he’s so damn smug about it too), grumbling grumpily (and somehow happily at the same time) as you roll over.
“Wake, my darling, wake!” he purrs, lips on your neck.
He’s pressing himself closer beneath the worn out quilt (he still remembered buying it so that it may be placed upon your marriage bed as you spent the first night together), bodies tangled together so perfectly. Careful, always so careful, of his claws, J’zargo runs his hands along your body and teases your gently.
“If you wake for me...I’ll give you a present!”
Laughing softly, his lips kiss up and up and up your neck, curling along to meet your jaw as you sigh so happily.
“I’m awake...and I want my present.”
Quick as a whip, J’zargo was on top of you, kneeling over you as he hands dug into the patched-up pillows. A playful growl escaped his lips and your arms wrapped around him, smiling so happily. Oh, you were so beautiful! His greatest treasure!
Taking a moment to bask in your beauty, J’zargo quickly claimed your lips in a deep, wonderful kiss as you moaned beneath him.
