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skyrimkinkmeme) wrote2011-10-29 12:36 pm
skyrimkinkmeme) wrote2011-10-29 12:36 pm
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ANNOUNCEMENTS: UPDATED 12/16/2017
Happy Holidays, fellow Kinkmemers! I have returned and have no reasonable excuse for my absence except LIFE. I will be working on updating the archives. If anyone sees anything amiss, please let me know.
I am also hoping to find another Mod and an Archivist.
The more dedicated people we have in this Meme the less chance of it dying. I admit that being the sole keeper of the Meme is not great for the fandom. If something were to happen to me, for good, this place would go the way of the Fallout Kink Meme. Let's not let that happen! If anyone would be interested in Modding/Archiving, please drop me a line. Thanks! <3
Stray 3/3
(Anonymous) 2013-05-02 11:24 am (UTC)(link)"I suppose this means you'll be busy doing your war business for the rest of the night with Galmar, then?" he inquired blandly, though his lips turned out ever so slightly to show his annoyance. Ulfric shook his head.
"Not tonight. Even a king needs his rest, after all."
"Oh, really? Good," chirped Arend, brightening. He then turned and made for the door to the upper wings, calling back casually over his shoulder, "Whenever you're ready, then."
Ulfric blinked in surprise and confusion. "Where do you think you're going, boy?" he growled.
"Your bedchamber," answered Arend as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I expect a good, thorough fucking for pulling my hair like that. Quite rude, you know." Then he winked. "That is, if you're up to it, old man. Otherwise I'll have to go call on Ralof to take care of me. I do hope he hasn't left yet."
It was all Ulfric could do not to gape like a fish. What nerve! What cheek! Speaking to him like that! Him, Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm and future High King of Skyrim!
"That mouth of yours is going to get you into a lot of trouble, boy," he growled in warning.
"Really? Seems to me like my mouth is doing a pretty good job keeping me out of it," snorted Arend ironically. "You know, dragons and all."
"I'm serious, boy. Show some respect for your betters."
The lighthearted, playful defiance disappeared momentarily from Arend's face, to be replaced by something dark and cold that Ulfric didn't recognize on the perpetually carefree youth. Then it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, as if Ulfric had only imagined it.
"My apologies, my lord," simpered Arend, and the rebellious play was back in his voice. He bowed extravagantly, bending fully at the waist until his nose practically touched the ground and sweeping an invisible cap from his head as he oozed, "How foolish of me to behave in such a base, uncourtly manner, Your Highness. I am sorry to have offended your delicate sensibilities." As he gushed dramatically, Arend punctuated each statement with a flip of his hand or a cock of his hip. It was utterly ridiculous, and Ulfric knew full well he was being mocked --in his own throne room! Still, he couldn't help himself. Letting out a single bark of amusement, the Jarl of Windhelm shook his head.
"One of these days, boy, I'm going to bend you over my knee and teach you some manners."
Arend grinned and gave Ulfric a dangerous look. "I'll bring the switch if you bring the ropes."
"You're absolutely depraved, boy."
"And you wouldn't have it any other way," pointed out Arend, laughing as he disappeared up the stairs to Ulfric's chambers.
Talos help him, he was right, Ulfric had to admit to himself. The boy was absolutely infuriating. Arend was rude, crass, unpredictable, childish, and somehow, perversely, perfectly suited to Ulfric in every way. He was a stray cat. He could be coaxed with food and treats and scratches under the chin, but in the end, he would never belong to anyone but himself. Tomorrow morning, when Ulfric awoke in his bed, Arend might be there next to him, curled up beneath the thick furs of his bed with his fox-red hair poking out from its warmth, or he might be gone without a trace, and Ulfric would only be able to wonder and wait for the day when Arend would show up in his throne room once more, pawing for treats and fluttering those long lashes at him.
Letting out a long breath, Ulfric muttered peevishly, "Damn whelp…" before rising from his throne and following the path the errant youth had taken to the upper wings of the grand palace. Galmar could wait.
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Done! My brain is mush, but it's done! I even did the sketch like I said! :0 I'll post that and the tags for this tomorrow(ish). I hope you guys like Arend, 'cause I have big plans for him on this meme...
Re: Stray 3/3
(Anonymous) 2013-05-07 08:30 am (UTC)(link)So do we get the fucking scene next? And Ralof *purr*?
Oh, hey, I drew something...
(Anonymous) 2013-06-01 09:45 am (UTC)(link)Here it is: http://i.imgur.com/2syopAh.jpg