#skyrim reader insert

But he did not expect the Dragonborn and her companion to come walking into the throne room. The Dragonborn was wearing hood and a mask, preventing him from seeing her face. The only thing he could see was her eyes. Something was familiar about them.

“Only a fool would approach a Jarl without an invitation.” 

“Then the Dragonborn must be quite the fool.” Her follower quipped, speaking for their friend in the hood. Ulfric squinted.

“Why are you here? Are you here to join the Stormcloaks?” The follower shook their head. “I’m sorry to hear that. If you change your mind, speak with Galmar.”

They looked at the Dragonborn before looking back at the Jarl. 

“The Greybeards have called for a meeting.”

“It’s about time they turn their gaze from the heavens and onto our bleeding homeland. What do they want?” Ulfric curiously asked. The Dragonborn tugged on her companion’s arm before whispering to them. 

“They want to negotiate a truce until the dragon menace is dealt with.” He scoffed. 

“I respect the Greybeards greatly, but the political situation is still delicate. Not all of the jarls repect me as king. I’m sorry, but I cannot agree unless Tullius himself has agreed.” This seemed to push something in the Dragonborn. They stepped forward. Merely a sound escaped her mouth before their companion intervened. 

“Tullius has already agreed.”

“Alright then. I will attend, but don’t expect I will be coming alone.” The Dragonborn seemed to have calmed down. She led their companion out of the palace.

Ulfric sighed. All of this was starting to get to him. The dragons did not make his chances any better. The only thing that gives him any relief was how the dragons must make the Imperial’s life difficult as well. 

That and the thought of (Y/N) returning. 

It has not been that long since she left, but too much time has gone by for him to handle. Of course, she was not always on his mind, as he was busy being the leader of the Stormcloak rebellion, but she was always in the back of his mind. 

“Do you really think this is a good idea, Ulfric?” Galmar asked, skeptical. Ulfric was still looking in the direction of the front door. “Ulfric?”

“I doubt Tullius will be agreeable in any way, but it’s best to listen to the Greybeards. And the Dragonborn.”

“Did not imagine the Dragonborn to be a woman. She was strange, wasn’t she? Having her face covered, only having her companion talk for her.”

“I wonder what she’s hiding.” Ulfric mumbled into his fist, tilting his head to one shoulder and leaning on his throne. 

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Ulfric could not stand Tullius’s face as they sat on opposite sides of the round table. The room was silent, but the two sides were staring at each other with such disgust and hatred. 

“Hold on just a moment!” In the stark silence, Ulfric heard a man yelling from outside the room. “We deserve to be in there as much as anyone else!”

“Esbern, please.” A familiar, calming voice responded. “This has nothing to do with the Blades. It’’s better if we deal with one this at a time.” Galmar leaned closer to Ulfric and said,

“I may be crazy, but that sounds like-”

“(Y/N).” Ulfric whispered. He tensed up, looked towards the door, trying to listen for it again.

“Sorry Dragonborn, but dragons are kind of our thing.” The other Blade, the woman, asserted. 

“Dragonborn, it’s alright. Let’s just let them in.” Arngeir, one of the Greybeards, the one leading the meeting, sighed, fed up with their insistence. Ulfric felt his heart drop as he heard their footsteps. The Dragonborn stepped in, but, as she crossed the threshold to the room, she pulled down her hood and mask. Ulfric’s eyes grew wide. “Take your seat, Dragonborn.”

Ulfric tried his best to act normal. He responded well and ended up getting some for land for the Stormcloaks, but every time (Y/N) spoke, he took a deep breath in. The truce meeting ended, but not without daggers being stared between the two sides of the war. (Y/N) stayed behind, speaking quietly with her companion. Ulfric looked back and turned to approach her. Galmar took hold of his forearm. 

“Ulfric-”

“She is right there, Galmar.” Galmar saw the same strong Ulfric he has known for so long, but there was desperation in his eyes. He hesitated, but let go of Ulfric. 

“I’ll be waiting outside.” Ulfric waited until he left and looked back at (Y/N) she did not seem to realize he was waiting. He approached her and, between her current conversation, cleared his throat. She went silent and turned around to face him. Her companion tried to intervene. 

“(Y/N)-”

“I’ll be fine.” She said, giving them a reassuring smile. “Wait outside. I’ll be right there.” Like Galmar had done with him, her companion hesitated, but listened and left the room. Now, it was just Ulfric and (Y.N) in the silent room. She looked up at him, but her smile was weary. “Hi, Ulfric.” All of sudden, his strong demeanor came crumbling down.

“(Y/N), where have you been?” She sighed. 

“I’m Dragonborn. I’ve been everywhere. By the nine, I’ve been so busy while around Skyr-”

“I’m not asking about the Dragonborn; I’m asking about when you left Windhelm.” Ulfric noticed how (Y/N) tensed up, probably remembering why she left in the first place.

“I’ve been around. Honestly, I was not even paying attention. And then I got arrested in Helgen-”

“Helgen.” Ulfric mumbled, recalling the ride to Helgen where he was meant to be executed.

She was meant to be executed. And wrongfully. She gave a small laugh.

“Ya, if that dragon hadn’t been there, I would have-” Ulfric put one hand on her waist and one on the back of her neck, pushing her close and pressing his lips against hers. She was surprised at first, but quickly went with it, practically melting in his arms. She put her hands on his jaw, tracing his cheekbones with her thumbs.They separated, a bit breathless. “I liked that.” Ulfric scoffed but smiled, putting a hand on her cheek.

“There will be plenty more when you come home.” (Y/N)’s expression turned sad and she put a hand over his, leaning into his touch.

“Ulfric, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can, love.”

“This is not about our fight. I’m the Dragonborn. I have so many things I need to do. I want to help the people of Skyrim and I now found a way to do that without choosing a side in the war.” (Y/N) sighed, taking his hand in her’s. “My work is never going to be done. And definitely not before I take down Alduin.” Ulfric’s heart sank with every word. 

“Will you ever come home?” Ulfric asked.

“Eventually. One day, I will come home and I will expect all of those kisses you promised.” It was Ulfric’s turn to laugh. “Wait for me?”

“Only if you do, too.”

“Go meet up with your men. If we leave at the same time, the Imperials may get suspicious.”

“Would that not be a good thing?” (Y/N) gave Ulfric a small hit on the back of his head. Ulfric made his way towards the exit. 

“Ulfric!” He turned back.

“Hmm?” She gave him a soft smile. 

“I love you.” Ulfric could feel warmth overcome his senses.

“I love you, too.” Ulfric went out into the main hall to meet up with Galmar. 

“How is she?” Galmar asked.

“She’s doing fine. She’s become quite the warrior.”

“I doubt she would join our forces.”

“You know (Y/N). She hates the war.”

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“This damn war is getting out of hand!” You yelled back. “Do you not see what you’ve done in the grand scheme of this land?”

“For someone who is supposed to be on my side, you seem to sympathize with those filthy Imperials.” Your eyes widened, the rage inside you visibly growing, and you said,

“Be careful, Ulfric.” You voice was heavy. “Be careful with what you’re implying.”

“Or what?” He knew he had gone too far, but nothing was stopping him. “You’ll go running to the High King. Oh wait, he’s dead!” Not wanting to be there in the heavy air any longer, you scoffed and turned away sharply towards your shared bedroom. After hearing the heavy metal door slam, Ulfric slumped back down on his throne and let out the breath he did not know he was holding. Galmar took the chance to approach him.

“I’’m sorry, Ulfric, but we need to plan our next move. With the empire in shambles with the death of their king, we need to take this to our advantage.” Ulfric looked up at him. Though he tried to hide it, Galmar could tell he also felt the impact of that fight. Ulfric stood, needing a distraction.

“Alright.” He grumbled. 

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It was late at night. The sun had set hours ago. Ulfric made his was to his bedroom, wanting only to sleep.

He did feel bad. While you were there, hiding from everyone, probably questioning his love for you, he chose to plan the Stormcloaks’ next move. He was thinking of the bigger picture. In his mind, once the Stormcloaks win the war, you two would be able to relax and enjoy life in Skyrim a little more. No more would you need to chase after him and he would no longer have to be so urgent about what to do next. 

He entered the bedroom. There were no candles lit. He assumed you had fallen asleep.

“Love?” He mumbled, only loud enough for you to hear. He approached the bed and, in the pale moonlight, he could see you were not in bed. Slightly panicking, he took the candle on the small desk, next to the dress, and lit it. He then used the flame to light the candles which stood next to the large bed. With more light filling the room, he could see no sign of you. “(Y/N)? (Y/N)!” He walked out and went up to the guard on duty in the corridor. “Where is my wife?” The guard thought for a moment.

“I am not sure, sire.” He replied. “I have not seen her leave her bedroom after...” The guard was too afraid to apeak of that afternoon’s occurence, but Ulfric understood. 

Ulfric wandered the halls with a fast pace, trying to find any sign of you. From those who he asked, no one had seen you. 

You could not have sneaked out. 

Could you?

You would have not left undetected. Did you leave him? Was the fight you had in the throne room the final straw for you? Surely, you knew it was a momentary thing. You had your fights before, but it would always end with you in his arms. 

Quickly, he sped back to your bedroom, and realized the details he missed were the details of which were not there anymore. Your belongings were gone. Ulfric opened the wardrobe and found some, but not all, of your clothing gone. He notice how it was just enough for you to leave and be able to travel light. 

Ulfric was unable to fathom the thought of you leaving. He sat on his bed, on your side, thinking of what was happening. He leaned back on his hands, but felt something under the green covers. He lifted the blanket and found your journal. A page was marked by a dry quill. Ulfric brought his leg onto the bed and opened the leather book. The page which was saved was today’s entry.

I can’t stand it anymore. He read, hearing your voice as his eyes skimmed over the words. I love Ulfric. I love him with all of my heart, but this war is too much for us. I want to be with him and stand by his side, but my heart can’t take the violence any longer. In a war where I don’t pledge my allegiance to a side, even when I am married to the leader of the Stormclocks, there is too much for me. I plan to leave. Ulfric’s heart sank deeper. Not forever, but long enough for there things to calm down and for Skyrim to move past the death of the High King. I don’t know where I’ll go, but I want to leave Skyrim. But who knows? If I find a better life elsewhere, nothing is forcing me to come home to the chaos of Skyrim. I will miss Ulfric, no matter what I chose.

Whether you forgot your notebook or left it for him to read, he will never know.

One part of him wanted to be relieved that you did not plan to leave forever and you did plan on coming back, but the other part of him was louder and told him that you may never come back. Tamriel was not a safe world. The loneliness was setting in for him. Recalling the fight you had earlier in the day and all the other fights you have had, the stress you have had to endure due to his role in the war, he had a feeling you were not coming back.

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There is a part two I am working on! This is not the end! However, I don’t know if I want a happy ending or a sad ending.