Skyrim One-Shots

Ulfric x Reader(Male) ~The Last Air Through My Chest~

When the general entered the Palace of Kings, he stood no longer than a moment before that proud, strong, tougher-than-ebony man stumbled fell to the ground, the entire right side of his face dripping blood from a huge open wound that no doubt rendered his right eye blind. Blood was all over him, his greatsword dull and barely holding itself together despite the strong metal.

What's wrong with me?

Guards came rushing, and Ulfric Stormcloak himself bolted from where he'd been pacing. Galmar Stone-Fist was right at the man's heels, cursing vehemently. The court wizard was quick to be near moments later.

The hard, wheezing and choking cough that filled the hall determined the Stormblade's fate.

"____, you've got to look at me, keep your eyes open, dammit!" the jarl hissed- Talos, not him, not him, anyone but him-

Wuunferth knocked guards aside and cast as much healing magic as he could, though it was certainly not his specialty. No one in Windhelm's specialty, really. The right person could save this man, the right healer could do it, just barely. But the wizard knew his limits, and he knew he would not save him. He could prolong his time, add a few minutes, but too much blood pooled on the floor.

The doors slammed open, "Dad? Dad?" came the young, feminine scream.

Sofie! Darling, why do you scream?

"____? ____, what- oh, gods," a choked sob, an older female's voice. "Sofie, come here, Sofie, don't look- don't look, baby girl." 

Jordis! Jordis, what is happening?

"What? What's happening? Mom? Mom, what are they doing!"

Galmar growled, "Come on, you goat! You don't get to die on us! You fucking don't!"

"Oh, for the nine divines, I will bring down Sovengarde itself to make you live, you dumbass! You absolutely reckless idiot!" Ulfric roared.

"You son-" the general barely got out, "son of a bitch, don't- don't you deprive me of- of my ale."

"Stormblade, you do not die, you understand? Can you get it through that thick skull of yours? That is an order, you half-wit! You've got a damn daughter, a wife! Don't you fucking dare-"

"U-Ulfric, I feel great-"

"Shut your mouth!" Galmar shouted.

"Never," the Stormblade managed a grin, despite the blood that leaked down his face. "I- I will never."

The housecarl and jarl both couldn't believe the man, how even as Arkay beckoned him and pain swallowed him, he still fought them of all people. He still attempted to piss them off enough to get their guard down- to get them to resemble some sort of hidden, unseen smile.

Ulfric shook his head, "This isn't the time for your games."

"There's always t-time for- for games," the dying man insisted. "S-Sofie? Where's my Sofie?"

The girl came running, ripping from her mother's tight grasp with tears streaming down her cheeks like an unstoppable river, "Dad? Dad, you said you'd be fine, you said-"

"I love you," the Stormblade smiled, and Ulfric could feel his chest cave dangerously as he held the upper half of the general's body. "You're my favorite, S-Sof-baby. You're my favorite."

The girl's mouth twisted and her face was a broken expression of terrible pain. "Dad? What are you talking about?"

"Tell- tell your mom she- she's right," the general choked out, blood starting to drip down his mouth, "whatever it is," he cracked a crooked smile.