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DB/Spouse: Single Bed
Date: 2013-06-23 01:04 am (UTC)Re: DB/Spouse: Single Bed
Date: 2013-06-23 09:43 pm (UTC)Re: DB/Spouse: Single Bed
Date: 2013-06-24 03:23 am (UTC)Re: DB/Spouse: Single Bed
Date: 2013-06-24 06:10 am (UTC)OP
Date: 2013-06-28 02:10 am (UTC)I would be more than happy with that, a!anon! And, to the Rozenn/Galmar a!anon, I'd love to see that, too!
Re: DB/Spouse: Single Bed
Date: 2013-06-26 04:50 pm (UTC)Re: DB/Spouse: Single Bed
Date: 2013-06-27 01:18 am (UTC)Fill: It's Not About Size, It's What You Do With It That Matters 1 of 2
Date: 2013-06-28 02:31 pm (UTC)Tags: Series: Rozenn-the-Breton; Race: Breton; Characters: F!db, Galmar Stone-Fist, Keerava; Kinks: Crack/humour, fluff
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Their wedding ceremony was over, their guests were trickling away, either to their homes or the Bee and Barb, and Rozenn and Galmar were wed.
"So, wife," Galmar drawled, with a slow, smug smile, "where are we to spend our wedding night?"
"Well," Rozenn replied, baring her teeth in a lusty grin, "I had considered my home in Whiterun, but it's too far, and isn't really livable just yet. I had also considered taking up Jarl Laila's offer of hospitality, but one of her sons is insufferable, and the other is ... also insufferable," she said after a brief hesitation, "And I would prefer some privacy for our first night as man and wife. So I suppose the Bee and Barb is as good a place as any. What do you think?"
"We could go back to Windhelm and make good use of my quarters," Galmar suggested.
"Now? But it's getting dark. And besides, we won't make Windhelm for at least a day. I want - I want our wedding night - I want you now, Galmar," Rozenn said urgently, gripping his hand tightly.
"So eager, wife? I must admit I am glad to hear it. I hope you remain as lusty a wench all the years of our lives," Galmar said, with a smile that verged on a leer.
He pulled her up against him, her legs dangling a foot above the ground, body to body, and devouring her mouth in a hungry kiss. They broke apart only when the need to breathe became urgent. He set her down on the ground again, breathing heavily.
"Tavern?" Rozenn suggested breathlessly.
"Tavern," Galmar confirmed with a growl.
Keerava was less than thrilled to see them. "No. Go away. I cannot afford a broken bed right now - thanks to your friend, Brynjolf."
Rozenn rolled her eyes. "If you'd paid correctly and on time your debt would not have built up - and we are not going to break the bed!"
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Breton," Galmar muttered.
Rozenn elbowed him. "Please, Keerava? It's our wedding night."
"I know and you brought much valued custom to me. Too much custom. No empty beds. Two Jarls are sleeping here tonight! Two!"
"Gods, Keerava, I hope you put Balgruuf and Ulfric at opposite ends of the building," Rozenn said seriously.
"Why?" Keerava asked suspiciously.
"Don't you follow politics at all?" Galmar asked curiously.
"Balgruuf and Ulfric are not on speaking terms right now," Rozenn supplied diplomatically. "At least tell me there's a space between them."
"One room, one bed, between the Jarls and their disagreement," Keerava said at length. "It's not the best room because, as I said I have two Jarls staying tonight. And their stewards. And some other people I don't know but who paid early for their rooms."
"Once it has four legs and a mattress, a bed's a bed as far as I'm concerned," Rozenn said happily. "And it's good for two very specific tasks."
"Enough! Enough! I don't want to know what you two intend to do! I'll just show you up, and let you... make hatchlings... in peace," Keerava said, waving her arms about in distaste.
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Re: Fill: It's Not About Size, It's What You Do With It That Matters 1 of 2
Date: 2013-06-28 02:44 pm (UTC)And now I'm thinking a much simpler way of capturing Whiterun would be for Balgruuf and Ulfric to get drunk and have a tavern brawl for it. :)
Author!Non
Date: 2013-06-28 11:31 pm (UTC)And now all I can hear is Harry Hill saying, "There's only one way to find out: FIIIIIIIIIGHT!"
Re: Author!Non
Date: 2013-06-29 01:39 am (UTC)I'd like to hear Rozenn's opinion on Balgruuf's kids...
Re: Fill: It's Not About Size, It's What You Do With It That Matters 2 of 2
Date: 2013-06-28 11:29 pm (UTC)The room was barely wider than the bed, the foot of which blocked the inside of the doorway.
"That is not a room. That's barely a bed," Galmar complained, "It's tiny. I doubt I could fit in it alone, let alone with my wife."
Keerava shrugged. "You should have paid up before the ceremony. You knew two Jarls and their entourages would be staying the night - or one of them you knew for sure anyway. There is no other bed. You cannot have mine. I need it. Make hatchlings in here or on the grass outside. No refunds if you go outside."
Rozenn ignored the griping conversation, and simply clambered into the room, hopping nimbly over the foot of the bed. "Galmar!"
"What, Breton?" Galmar asked irritably.
"It's a bed. Let's just use it!" Rozenn glared at him.
Keerava smirked. "Seems your wife prefers to contemplate you than your accommodation, Nord Bear Man. Consider yourself lucky."
"Now Galmar!"
Galmar rolled his eyes and chuckled. He closed the door on Keerava's retreating back.
"It's too small, Breton," he said fondly.
"Not caring," Rozenn replied, dragging her gold-trimmed blue tunic over her head and tossing it to the side.
Galmar growled appreciatively, and started unhooking his armour. His armour hit the walls and slid to the floor much more loudly than Rozenn's tunic.
Rozenn, standing on the bed, dragged Galmar closer for a searing kiss that left them both panting.
"Lie down, my love, flat on your back," Rozenn ordered.
"What - Ohhh," Galmar murmured, smiling against her lips.
"Comprehension dawns, does it, Bear Man?" Rozenn teased.
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In the tap room Ulfric Stormcloak turned bleary eyes to the stairs when Balgruuf the Greater clattered down like a dragon was chasing him. Windhelm's Jarl lifted his ale in a silent toast.
"Still not stopped?" Ulfric asked quietly.
The question was rhetorical, as a rhythmic thumping could be heard through the ceiling.
"I get the feeling all the dragons in the land would be killed in a week, were they to go hunting together," Balgruuf said sourly.
"Nonsense, Balgruuf," Ulfric scoffed. "They'd never get beyond sharing a bedroll to deal with the dragons."
"How'd you get down here first?" Balgruuf asked resignedly.
"You forget, Galmar's been my Housecarl all our lives. I have a long memory of the inn's thin walls in Ivarstead. Balgruuf... Shall we agree never to speak of this night again?"
"I'll drink to that."
The rhythmic thumping grew quicker and quicker until a particularly loud crash sounded right above the Jarls' heads.
"I'll be damned. She really is a dragon, isn't she?" Balgruuf wondered.
"Keerava won't be pleased."
*-*-*
The next morning Galmar awoke to a nice warm armful of Breton, sleeping peacefully across his torso. He ran his hands up her sides, to stroke the nape of her neck.
"Not now, love," Rozenn mumbled sleepily. "We've already broken one bed."
"Hush, wife," Galmar whispered into her hair. "Just enjoy it while you can."
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A/N This was meant to go a completely different way, but Ulfric and Balgruuf's bromance just crowded my Muses.
Extra tags: Char: Ulfric Stormcloak, Char: Balgruuf the Greater
Re: Fill: It's Not About Size, It's What You Do With It That Matters 2 of 2
Date: 2013-07-04 12:57 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: It's Not About Size, It's What You Do With It That Matters 2 of 2
Date: 2013-07-04 08:23 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: It's Not About Size, It's What You Do With It That Matters 2 of 2
Date: 2013-07-10 02:28 am (UTC)A!A :D
Date: 2013-07-10 09:19 pm (UTC)Normally *all* I write is crack/humour, which is why As Bad As Any Elf and Old Fashioned Way are taking forever to gel for me, and I'm trying to bring more humour into my ficbits because the two big fics are much more serious.
When I first played and saw Galmar for the first time my immediate response was WERE!BEAR EXCELLENT! And then I realised it was armour. :P
Summer Nights 1/?
Date: 2013-06-29 11:01 pm (UTC)Tags: char:M!PC, race:Nord, char:Ysolda, relationship:het, kink:fluff, kink:angst
*
They are both exhausted and covered in sweat by the time the carriage reaches Whiterun. Ysolda knows her husband would rather have travelled on horseback but she's not a good rider, so the cart seemed a safer way to travel. It's the end of Sun's Height and the summer is unusually hot; the sun's been burning down on them all the way through the great plains of Whiterun Hold. As a result, Derek has been in a foul mood throughout the cart ride; he suffers in the heat much more than she does. She really likes the way her golden wedding glints in the sun.
She looks up to him as they walk along the way to the gate. Even though she's a Nord like him, he towers over her, more than a head taller. The ideal of a Nord, that's what he is: A tall, brawny man with broad shoulders and arms strong enough to lift her up as if she weighs next to nothing. She has to stand up on tiptoes to kiss him but she loves the way his embrace seems to completely absorb her, how safe it makes her feel. And she also loves the envious looks other women give her.
That he chose her over all the other women he could've had, asked her to marry him, is still something she can hardly believe. And all the more does she enjoy the curious, prying stares they get. Everybody can know that she is his and he is hers. Everybody should know. She wants to rub it in their faces that this man, Dragonborn, great hero, Thane of Whiterun, chose her, the girl who has been working so hard to make a name for herself, as his wife.
The sight of the scaffold and piles of wood and bricks around Breezehome dampens her mood a bit. The Jarl has promised Derek their home would be done once they get back but apparently, some things didn't go as smoothly as planned, as the construction supervisor tells Derek sheepishly. Her husband - she likes to say it in her mind over and over again - grunts annoyed and tells the man to get to it. In the end, they have no choice but to return to Ysolda's home which - as they already know - is much too cramped for the both of them. Renting a room in the Bannered Mare might be a solution for the time being but the beds there are not less narrow than hers, and now that they are married, it seems… inappropriate to sleep in the inn when they can stay in their own home.
She regrets not having suggested it, though, once they have settled down, washed off the dirt from the road of Ysolda's small water basin and turned in. They both are too tired from the trip to do anything but sleeping, so she changes into a nightgown. Maybe she should sleep naked, though, becausethe interior of her house is hardly any cooler than the air outside. She can't remember a summer this warm. Maybe they should have stayed in Riften for a few weeks.
Derek climbs into bed first and immediately takes up most of it. She squeezes in beside him and he wraps his arms around her, buries his face in her hair and groans in contentment, pressing her to his naked chest. This would be nice, being so close to him, she usually likes sleeping in his arms. But right now, she feels so hot and sticky with sweat, even though she has just washed up; all she wants is a fresh, cool breeze, and some space to spread herself out…
"You're too big", she laments. His laughter is a low rumble, she feels the vibrations of his chest on her skin. "Never heard you complain 'bout that before", he mumbles into her ear. The memory of him fucking her senseless - there really is no other way to describe it, she thinks with a blush - on their wedding night back in Riften sends a tingling sensation down to her midsection. His hands slip down to her bottom, gently pressing her against him but his movement is lazy; he is just as exhausted from their journey and the heat as she is.
Summer Nights 2/?
Date: 2013-06-30 09:55 am (UTC)When Derek moves, he almost shoves her off the bed and spreads a heavy arm over her upper body. "You're crushing me", Ysolda hisses, tries to wiggle herself free and push him back further towards the wall. His answer is a rumbling snore. 'This isn't fair', she thinks accusingly, 'that he can just sleep anywhere he falls down and I can't.' He moves again, this time ramming his elbow into her waist so hard she almost squeals in pain. She has to use both hands to push him and it still feels like punching a mountain. Her husband only grunts in his sleep but at least he rolls to his back again and is no longer crushing her.
It still leaves her relegated to the side of the bed and she actively has to hold her balance not to fall down to the floor. This isn't working. She has never had trouble sleeping like this before but now she realizes this was because she has always fallen asleep almost immediately and then never noticed or cared about how much he shoves her around. Right now, though, there's no chance she is getting any rest as long as they stay like this.
'Well, I'm definitively not going to sleep on the floor.'
Damn it.
She closes her eyes, firmly tells herself to calm down, forces herself to breathe evenly. It's no use. It's too hot for her to relax. Maybe she should get up and open a window…
She has started to doze off when his voice wakes her with a start.
After a moment of confusion, she realizes he is talking in his sleep - mumbling, rambling, incoherent words that don't make sense at all. In the darkness, she can only see the contours of his face, distorted in what is either pain or fear or maybe both. He tosses his head from one side to the other, beard scratching over the worn pillow, and a muffled groan escapes him.
Nightmares.
Suddenly, she feels scared - to see this strong, unbreakable man who had taken on countless dragons, who saved the world so many times, who could lift her up in this arms as if she were as light as a feather - to see this man so frightened by the images his own mind creates, scares her more than she wants to admit.
Does he dream often? Has this happened before? She usually sleeps deep and sound but it seems strange that she has never noticed him dreaming so vividly beside her, that the noises he makes and his rapid movements have never woken her up before. And he has never talked about it either. Well, he's not exactly a man of much words, especially not when it comes to his own feelings.
The only time she remembers him showing a sign of weakness was before he left for Dragonsreach to ride the dragon to Sovngarde - she would have never believed this had she not seen it with her own eyes - and he had practically begged her to wait for him. "I need you to be here when I come back", he had whispered and she had nodded, trying to fight back the tears, while a dark voice in her head had whispered: "If. If he comes back."
He did come back to her, and yet it feels now as if a stranger, not her husband, is lying next to her in her bed. Does she know him at all?
'You're tired out', she tells herself, 'and you're overthinking this.' When he utters another pained sound and clenches his fingers to a fist, she gently places a hand on his. His reaction is immediate and unexpected. He shoots up in bed, one hand drops to his belt, reaching for his sword but finding nothing, the other grabs her wrists hard enough to bruise; she squeaks in surprise and pain: "What are you doing?!"
Re: Summer Nights 2/?
Date: 2013-06-30 06:05 pm (UTC)OP
Date: 2013-07-02 01:16 am (UTC)And I also really like the nod at the Dragonborn leaving for Sovngarde. I've always had my own head-canons for my characters if they're married before they go. <3
Summer Nights 3/?
Date: 2013-07-02 10:30 am (UTC)"No." She rubs her aching wrist, eyeing him cautiously. What in the name of the Divines just happened? "Bad dream?" That seems to be an understatement. He only grumbles in response and wipes the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. This should be the moment were he tells her what is bothering him; instead, he remains silent and simply lies down again. She can't help but feel disappointed even though it's unfair of her. She knows him well enough to understand he isn't the kind of man to talk much about… well anything, really. Especially not about feelings and the like.
But she should know what troubles him. She deserves to know.
He interrupts her thoughts by pulling her back down to him and as loving as his embrace is, she groans slightly when she is pressed to his chest again. They are both sweaty and sticky and she has never missed winter so much… "Why aren't you asleep?" His voice is low, lips moving against her temple, and she feels relieved that at least he seems to have regained his composure.
"I can't” she whines, "It's so hot and the bed isn’t big enough for the both of us. You've been shoving me around all night." She knows how she sounds, not like a wife, but like a spoiled, petulant girl. His response is an annoyed grunt. “What, you want me to sleep on the floor?”
“Well, it’s not my fault the house isn’t done yet”, she snaps and bites her lip in regret as soon as the words are out. It’s not that she’s really angry with him, she knows it’s just lack of sleep and the sultriness of the room that make her cranky. But it’s not going to get better as long as they stay like this… She doesn’t want to tell him upfront that, yes, she does want him to sleep on the floor for this night.
Ysolda has expected him to argue that she might as well sleep on the hard wooden planks herself, and since he doesn’t care much about any standards what men and women are supposed to do, she’d probably have to comply. To her surprise, he groans again and pushes himself off the bed. “Fine. I’ll sleep on the floor if that makes you happy.”
She tucks in her legs so he can get past her and utters a silent sigh of relief when she finally has more room to breathe. “Can you open the window?” When he does, he sticks his head out for a moment. “Smells like it’s going to rain soon.”
She doesn’t smell anything but she sure hopes he is right.
Ysolda stretches herself out on the bed and sighs again. Her nightdress is damp from her sweat and sticks to her skin unpleasantly but the room is less stuffy now with the slightest of breezes coming through the window. She listens the chirping of crickets and to Derek rummaging around in the other room for a while. When he returns, he makes a cot on the floor and lies back down with another moan of discomfort that makes her feel the tiniest sting of guilt. He’s much more used to sleeping on the ground than she is, though, after all the nights he has spent outside in the wild.
Any yet, even though she feels a lot more comfortable without the heat of his body next to her, she can’t shake the thought that this doesn’t feel right either. The bed feels so empty now. Well, it is empty, of course. It’s not big enough for the two of them but now it’s the opposite, it’s too big for her alone…
This is wrong, her in the bed, him down there. It’s less hot and less crowded but she can’t help but feeling incredibly lonely now. No, she’s just being stupid, she should really try to get some rest…
She startles up when the piercing howls of wolves echo through the night.
“Derek?”, she whispers, not entirely sure why she suddenly feels so anxious. „Are you asleep?“
Summer Nights 4a/?
Date: 2013-07-05 11:47 am (UTC)"What?", Derek grumbles, his voice husky from sleep. "It's just wolves.” She can see his silhouette of his body on the floor. He occupies most of the space between her bed and the wall, stretched out on the bedroll, one arm thrown over his face shielding his eyes.
Right. Just wolves.
Ysolda lies back down and tugs awkwardly at her crumpled-up nightdress. Maybe she should take it off… no, she just needs to close her eyes and lie still until she will finally fall asleep.
Unfortunately, that doesn’t happen. As tired as her body is, her mind is wide awake, now even more so than before. The silver light of the two moons throws dancing shadows on her walls, and in the darkness of the night, every sound is a thousand times louder and clearer - voices of wild animals, the chirping crickets, the creaking timber beams of her house, and Derek’s deep and steady breathing, somewhere beside her and yet so far away.
Her small bed still feels vast and empty.
“What are you doing?”
Derek peeks lazily at her beneath his arm, eyes bleary from sleep or lack of such, watching her as she climbs out of bed and slides down to him to the floor. The wood is hard under the thin bedroll but it’s cooler than the mattress and furs on her bed. And even though the space between the furniture and the wall of her house isn’t wide, they still have more room here than on the bed.
“I don’t want to sleep alone”, she whispers back, embarrassed because she knows, of course, how childish and silly her behavior is. “I know it’s stupid –“
“It is.” To her surprise, his lips twitch in amusement, then he laughs, amused but not unkind, in that low chuckle she loves so much, and reaches over to push a strand of her short hair behind her ear. “That’s what I love about you.”
“So you married me because I’m stupid?”, she pouts and he chuckles again. She adores him even more when he laughs, the fine lines around his eyes, the way his usually grim face lights up.
“Aye”, he mumbles. His finger trails down over her temple, her cheek, traces her lips which immediately curl up in a smile. “Guess it’s true what they say, that like will to like.”
“Then we’ll just be stupid together”, she giggles and scoots closer to him, not quite to his side, because she’s still too warm but close enough so he can caress her hair more easily. For a while, they lie there in silence, enjoying each others’ company, until she notices the smile had vanished from his face and while he still gently strokes her hair, the movement is distracted and he gazes absent-mindedly into the darkness.
She doesn’t want to ask, doesn’t want to hear that something is wrong. She wants everything to be good and peaceful. But what kind of wife would she be were she to ignore his sorrows?
“What’s wrong?”
He doesn’t answer, only shakes his head slightly, a crease between his dark brows. She knows the look on his face well, it’s the same look he had when he first learned about the Shout he would need to defeat Alduin. When he told her he would go to the Throat of the World soon. When he promised her he would come back and all she could think was he shouldn't make a promise he might not be able to keep.
“What did you dream about?”, she whispers when he still says silent. It doesn’t feel right to pressure him like this but it’s probably best if he talked about it, right? She wants to help him, somehow, if only by listening to him.
Summer Nights 4b/?
Date: 2013-07-05 11:50 am (UTC)“Is… that not a good thing?”
He has told her about the beauty of the afterlife and while she has never cared much for race and the like before, for once she was incredibly happy that they were both Nords and would spent the next life together as they would have spent this. But now, he doesn’t sound relaxed and at peace at all.
“Sure”, he clears his throat, still not looking at her. His hand has gone still, callous fingers lingering on her soft shoulder. “Just…”
He pauses, swallows again, and she can see on his face that he is at a loss – this man who saved the world and so many lives, who has always listened to her worries, who kept her safe and caught her when she fell, even literally sometimes – for once entirely lost. “Tell me”, she whispers and sees him tremble slightly when she puts a hand over his. She has to show him she can be strong for him, be there for him, too.
*
Re: Summer Nights 4b/?
Date: 2014-05-10 06:17 pm (UTC)