Skyrim Dovah One Shots

Scrapes Ulfric x Dark Elf Y/n

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Y/n Pov

After the dragon attack in Helen, I knew I had a fate that I couldn't refuse or else all ends met the world.

Years of following my destiny and I have finally accomplished it with the help of my best friend Lunasumun. She was there for me before I met the Greybeards, and while I was in Sovngarde to defeat Alduin. We grew really close especially since she was a wood elf but she was actually a dragon. Certain dovah would get along with the dovahkiin but only as long as the Dovahkiin proved themselves to the dovah. I proved my strength to Luna and I had earned her trust.

It has been two years since I defeated Alduin. All my money has been stolen. My home in Windhelm was taken from me because someone needs to borrow it for some Imperial looking for a peace treaty. Ever since I was kicked out of my home I have been begging the streets of Windhelm for a few days and I only raised 10 septims and that would only get me a room for a day. I lay down on the cold hard ground slowing my breaths to sleep but I couldn't fall asleep. My thoughts kept thinking of staying warm through the night. I get up and walk over to a fire and burn it brighter to help warm me up. My eyes drop to a place where I can hardly hold my eyes open to warm myself more. I fall down on the ground and go into a deep sleep.

I wake up in the same place that I fell asleep at, but someone was standing over me. A tall Imperial guard scoffs and kicks me in the side after he spits in my face. I had it, I get up and shout Luft Bo Ahraan (face fly wound) (I made it up because why not). The guard lifts in the air and lands on his hands and knees pleading at my feet. I dismiss him and he runs away and into my home that I was kicked out of temporarily.

Days pass by and I fight the urge to die from the cold. I refuse to rely on an inn for warm and food. So I walk over to my home and unlock it to find a shirtless man having sex with a maid from the inn. "What are you doing in my house? I don't have to let you stay here because I am going to the Jarl for this." I immediately regret what I said because Ulfric hates me because of my race and I wasn't summoned to his account either so I am pretty damn foolish to go up to him. I walk out of my home and walk into the Palace of Kings. I see Ulfric with a piece of paper doing something with a piece charcoal. I walk up to him with him noticing so I look at what he is doing and he seems to be counting the days for something. I realize I have been away for a certain amount of time that the tallies show the same amount of days I have been gone. I drop all my gold at his feet and walk out if the palace and I sit on a rock to think.

Chills run down my spine as the days go by and I lose my courage to even look at Ulfric. "He hates me and I hate him. If he didn't hate me then he would have stood up for me for when that Imperial took my house," I say to myself as a man walks up behind me and drops a coin purse that sounded very heavy behind me. "Here is some gold elf," a familiar voice says but I grab it and toss it and it hits his face. "Don't want it. Keep it." I get up and walk away finding a piece of bread laying on the ground. I pick it up and eat it barely realizing that I was cold. A set of warm arms wrap around my waist and a set of hands cover my mouth with a rag over my nose. I pass out.

I wake up in a bed that is full of expensive furs all around me. My vision is blurry a little bit so it took a little bit to focus on the room. A place full of sweet rolls that was mark stolen was on a plate near my bed. A knock was heard at the door and in walks Ulfric. "Y/n we need to talk."

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