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So I will say up front that I already have a fill for this, but I would love to see what other A!A's take might be. Please fill away, my imagination is paltry and I'm always hungry for MORE!

Basically, I want an F!DB who doesn't speak the same language as the Nords or Imperials, so there is this huge barrier between her and anyone she meets once she crosses the border into this strange land. Then there's Hadvar, whom I adore, that runs into this strange woman, almost executes her, helps her out of Helgen, and then...?

Give me that tension between two incredibly different people, give me different customs and religions and whatnot, give me culture shock, give me a learning curve, a growing understanding, and then give me smut!

The prompt sort of rules out Imperials and Nords for obvious reasons, and, really, the stranger the race, the better. (Argonian, anyone?)

My only squicks are: waterworks and scat.

The rest, as always, is up to the lovely A!A's out there!

Seconded with the fire of A THOUSAND BURNING SUNS. I have such a language kink. (Is that what you call it? The idea of people finding sexy ways to communicate across that barrier? Whatever you call it. YES.)

Hadvar knew right off that the girl was an outsider. Her black within black eyes and vulpine face were incredibly exotic compared to his pale, wide cheeked brethren. The odds of her being involved with the purist Stormcloaks were slender, but he figured she had to be on the cart for a reason, and didn't think much of it.

Helgen was full of a crawling, nervous energy as the townspeople milled around waiting for the executions to begin, and all of the soldiers were jumpy with it, Hadvar included. All he wanted was to get Ulfric dead as quickly as possible and return with his general to Solitude. Things, of course, would not be that simple, and somehow it would all be tied to that strange girl.

The trouble really started when he tried to get her name. He called her forward first and she wouldn't come, but he chalked that up to cowardice or mulishness. It was when he continued talking and she continued looking confused that he began to understand. Slowly, holding onto a last shred of hope that this might stay simple, he asked her:

"Who are you?"

The girl just stared with her strange eyes, casting skittish glances to either side, but always coming back to his face. She was a pitiful sight in her dirty rags and matted hair, but he found it difficult to feel anything but frustration with her standing mute in front of him.

Sighing, Hadvar turned to his commander.

"She doesn't understand, she can't speak our language." Considering further, he added, "Or she's simple. Either way, she had nothing to do with the rebels. What are your orders?"

"Just kill her with the rest," Rikke snapped, "I don't have time for strays."

Hadvar winced at the callous order, but he'd never been one for disobedience. Using large gestures, he herded the elf forward to join the ranks of the other prisoners, whispering an apology that she couldn't understand. He could see her trembling, her hands fluttering behind her back and her chin bobbing. She must have spotted the axe.

The first execution went off without a hitch, ominous roars aside, and Hadvar almost began to feel optimistic again. They called for the elf, yelling "Bosmer woman" in place of a name. This she understood, and it seemed to pull her out of her stupor as the soldiers shoved her onto her knees. She began to babble fiercely, her voice clear and high, making her words sound almost like birdsong. Tears were rolling down her cheeks by the time she'd placed her head on the block, and Hadvar felt a stab of sympathy when he saw them. For all the good it did her.

Then a damned dragon appeared, and all was chaos. Fire and brimstone and the very sky falling as the soldiers broke rank in their panic and the prisoners scattered like so many rats. Hadvar's thoughts tumbled from confusion to awe and finally to concern for the villagers; it was the last that he acted upon.

He nearly collided with the girl several adrenaline-blurred minutes later. Smears of ash and a new scrape along her bare shoulder now complimented her gutter snipe look, but she'd fared the winged serpent's attack better than most so far. Hadvar called her to him, yelling for her to stay close. He doubted that she knew what he was saying but it didn't seem to matter; the elf dogged his heels, even going so far as to tuck her head against his back, until they made it inside.

She backed off a little when he pulled out his knife, a confused and almost vicious look twisting her face until he pointed to his wrists and mimed cutting a rope, then gestured to her hands. The girl eagerly stepped forward after that, spouting more foreign words as he sawed at her bindings. As soon as he had freed her she twisted and wrapped her arms around him in a rib cracking hug. Hadvar stood frozen for a second, stunned by the action, before he carefully returned the embrace.

The girl was dirty and too thin. A rank smell wafted up from her hair and clothes and he could feel the sharp jab of her ribs and hipbones pressed to him. Beneath that, though, he caught the smell of trees and freshly turned loam, and the distinct softness of young breasts against his chest. Hadvar pushed her away before his thoughts could travel down that entirely inappropriate avenue and turned to survey the room.

They were in the guards' barracks, and it didn't take long to find a chest full of extra armor. He beckoned the girl over, pulling out the different pieces and trying his best to demonstrate how to put them on. She picked them up gingerly, running thin fingers along the material and shooting him another bewildered look. Sighing, Hadvar set aside thoughts of propriety when he realized he would have to help her dress.

There was no time for labored explanations or gentle guidance; they needed to be on their way now, so he grasped the girl's shoulders, reassured her in as calm a tone as he could, and reached for the hem of her tunic. To her credit, she didn't fight him as he pulled the garment up and over her head, but he could see the way her shoulders hunched and shuddered, how she flinched away from each accidental brush of his hands against her skin.

She was the same remarkable bronze over the rest of her body, but she was emaciated and bruised, and it was hard to find her particularly attractive in her distressed state. Relieved, Hadvar helped her first into the skirt and cuirass, tightening the straps as far as they would go. Even then, the armor hung on the girl's slight figure, gaping away from her chest and all but falling off of her nonexistent hips. They made the boots work by wadding strips of the prisoner's rags into the toes, and the bracers were too long for her forearms. The helmet was out of the question.

In the end she looked ridiculous in the ill-fitting set, and he doubted how much protection it would really afford her, but it was the best they could manage. With a nod, Hadvar searched the room one more time and shoved a short sword into her hands, then stepped back.

The girl glanced down, surveying herself, then looked back to him with a grim look and nodded. She said something, maybe thanks, then pointed to herself and spoke a short syllable. He didn't understand until she pointed to him and made a lilting noise, then back to herself and said the word again.

A name, she wanted his name.

"Hadvar," he said and mimicked her movement.

"Hadvar," she parroted, making his name sound exotic and new. "Tern."

"Tern. Well met, Tern." With that, he made for the door, not waiting to see if she would follow.

She proved more competent with killing than he would normally have been comfortable with. Abandoning the sword for a small knife and the glow of sorcery in her palm, she made short work of several Stormcloaks, lithe and quick despite her bulky armor. Instead Hadvar found he was grateful that he didn't have to spend more energy protecting her, and even felt a grudging respect every so often. Her ease with killing the bear was perhaps her most impressive feat, sneaking close enough to bury her little blade into its neck, and then rolling away to attack with fire as the animal bled to death.

She looked wild as she crouched over the carcass to pull her weapon free, blood spattered and angular, striking. At some other time, another place, it might have turned his head, and Hadvar admitted a small amount of regret that they had to meet now.

Then they emerged into daylight and the powerful roar of the dragon echoed above them. The confident hunter disappeared and she became a shaking, helpless mess again, clutching at his waist and shrieking nonsense into his ear. Hadvar did the best he could, pulling her against him and stuffing her head against his neck to muffle her. She didn't fight him, just crowded as close as she could until long after it was safe to move again.

It took him several frustrated seconds to untangle her from him and get her calm enough to pay attention when he spoke, and by then he was ready to be done with the girl. His wants were ignored, however. No matter how gruffly he told her to go her own way, or how quickly he strode down the road, the girl trailed him like a stray dog. She was silent unless he managed to round a corner and get out of sight, then she would call his name with her alien voice and come running on light feet, all but bowling him over in her desperation to find him.

He stopped trying to lose her after the third time they landed in a heap in the dirt, letting his head drop back in resignation. The girl lay on top of him, clutching at his shoulders and babbling softly, shaking her head 'no' every few words. Sighing, he struggled to his feet, and then stood with his hands braced against hips for a moment before offering a hand to her. She instantly took it, a grateful smile transforming her face into something almost pretty.

Her hand was small and warm in his, bony and callused but still distinctly feminine. It occurred to Hadvar that he hadn't held a girl's hand like this since he was a boy chasing after his first crush. They were still joined whenever they entered Riverwood, and he forgot to wonder how strange they must look, a tall Nord soldier and a tiny elven waif holding hands, until they stepped into his house and his aunt made a startled sound.

Hadvar dropped her hand like it burned, and raised his own in a warding gesture.

"I can explain," he said wearily. "Let's start with the dragon."

The elf – he kept forgetting to call her by her name – stayed with his family that night. She had wolfed down every crumb of food set before her, merrily splashing in a tub full of fire-warmed water for an hour after. His aunt somehow found the kindness to offer the girl an old dress. The clothing nearly swallowed the girl, threatening to slip off her shoulders with the hem dragging on the ground, but it softened her appearance considerably. That combined with her newly scrubbed skin and combed hair, and Hadvar found his gaze lingering over her too much.

Every time she caught him staring (which was often, she seemed to watch him as much as he did her), she would give a shy smile and a blush the color of red clay would rise in her cheeks.

She started the evening curled up on a roll in front of the fire, and he in his own bed. Sometime later, though, he woke to quiet rustling and her foreign whispers close to his ear. She slipped underneath his covers, rolling easily against him and snuggling into his chest. Hadvar, half asleep and somewhat convinced he was dreaming, didn't resist her, just tucked an arm around her shoulders and pushed his face closer to her hair, comforted by her scent.

When his eyes struggled open again, it was the darkest, coldest hour of the night and the fire had guttered to little more than dull coals. He didn't understand what had roused him until he felt the unmistakable press of lips against his neck and the feather-light touch of fingers at the strip of skin between his shirt and pants. His hips bucked, a startled groan escaping before he managed to gain control of his self. Tern shushed him, whispering something that he was suddenly desperate to understand as her hand slowly trailed down and delved under the hem of his pants.

He became instantly, painfully hard, his whole body seizing and breath hissing through his clenched jaw, when she brushed her fingertips over his cock.

"Wha –" he began to ask, but the girl immediately withdrew her hand and quieted him with three fingers over his mouth.

"Hadvar," she breathed, replacing her fingers with her lips and ghosting several small, almost teasing kisses. Her mouth was sweet and almost spicy, she tasted as foreign as she looked, and it wasn't long before Hadvar had coaxed her lips open and pushed his tongue against hers.

He didn't resist when her hand drifted back down and grasped him again, her touch bolder this time. She traced one small, wicked finger over the tip of his cock, spreading the moisture that gathered there, before starting a lazy, infuriating pace of tugging and stroking, providing just enough friction to keep him hard but nowhere near enough to gain completion.

"Please", he begged at some point, trembling with the need for more and consciously battling the urge to roll onto her and fuck her –

The girl chose that moment to scrabble on top of him, her knees barely able to straddle his hips. He didn't bother with questions anymore, didn't care, just fought to get her small clothes off and out of the way, vaguely grateful when she helped him with her own desperate attempts.

She batted his hands away when he tried to position her, whispering something chiding and slightly playful. It was her own slight fingers that guided his cock into her, her wiry thighs that forced him further.

Heat and stricture and bliss, this was all Hadvar knew for the next several seconds after. It wasn't until he heard her too-loud gasps over his own that he thought to look up at the girl riding him; once he did, it would have taken an act of the Aedra to drag his eyes away. Her hair glistened like tree bark after rain, sliding over her shoulders and framing her pointed face, and her mouth formed a perfect "o" every time he lifted his hips to thrust deeper into her.

Fumbling and almost mindless with lust, he somehow managed to push her robe up and over her head. His efforts were rewarded with the stunning view of her high, small breasts lifting and falling with each undulation of her hips, with every startled, choked gasp as he pushed as far as he could into her.

"Look at me," he whispered, remembering too late that she couldn't know what he was saying. Needing to see her eyes, he brought both palms up to cup her jaw, and groaned her name.

"Tern."

She gave a high, keening whimper at this, and finally lifted her eyelids. Her dark, bottomless eyes struck him even more than they had the first time he'd seen them. They only heightened the feeling that he was coupling with something divine, mythical.

Holding her gaze, he let one hand drift down until he'd found where they were joined. He carefully delved his fingers into her folds, only stopping when she cried out sharp and tremulous. He held his hand there, matching her steady, rolling rhythm, and pushed his thumb into her mouth to stopper her moans.

Things only escalated from there. The girl's lips stretched around his thumb, the firelight framing her sinuous form and picking out her dark nipples, and her increasingly urgent movements over him, all brought the end within arm's length much sooner than he liked.

"Wait," he gasped, lifting her easily off of him and to the side. They both made some protesting noise at the separation, but he could only think about being on top of her, in control. In but two second's frantic time he had wrestled her underneath him, nudged her thighs apart with his own, and slammed back into her until he felt the very bottom of her womb.

She gave one hoarse scream at this and he knew he was being too rough, that he'd hurt her, but then she wrapped her legs around him, the soles of her feet sliding along his ass, and clawed her nails into his back, and then all thought was gone, there was only fucking.

Hadvar lifted onto the palms of his hands and drove into her as hard and fast as he could, only caring about the expression on her face and the ever tightening grasp of her core around him. She came undone first, and he had to drop back down to cover her mouth with his, swallowing the animal sounds she made and then his as he followed after her, shaking and nearly delirious with release.

He only barely caught himself from collapsing on top of her after, shifting his weight to one elbow but still soft and twitching inside her. They kissed for a few gentle, languid seconds, caught in the afterglow, the shared joy of abandonment.

"Hadvar," she crooned sometime later, a warm and comfortable weight in his arms. It would take him months to realize that was the sweetest utterance he had ever heard.

The girl, Tern, was gone before he woke the next morning.

Tags: race:bosmer, char:F!PC, race:Nord, char:Hadvar, es:skyrim, relationship:het, kink:size, prompt:filled

Oh wow. *Fans self* That was awesome!

:D Thank you! I sincerely hope others take a shot at this prompt, there's still so much to explore!

Oh, gods, Nonny, that was amazing. You've set the bar very high with this fic. I love Tern, trying to take control of her destiny in very strange circumstances without a word of the local language... And Hadvar. HADVAR, you sweet, lovely man, you. Nonny, you got Hadvar's voice perfectly, as far as I'm concerned.

Very nicely done.

Wow, yes, the bar has been set pretty high with that-- WOW!

That said, I'm feeling inspired and might give this fill a try in the future!

I would be overjoyed! Can't wait to see your fill!!

Driveby!Anon is practically drooling over this hot and delicious fill! The end made my heart throb painfully, but I love it!

Yet another driveby!anon here and holeeee shit I'll be in my bunk

Props, A!A

really, really well done!!!!

:D Thanks guys! It's great to know y'all enjoyed my fill!

Would OP be interested in a Khajiit or Argonian fill? I cannot guarantee actually finishing one, but I've started up two new games recently, one with each of those races and I'm feeling a bit more inspired than usual, which may mean fic.

OP here, and I totally would!! Anything you got would be awesome, just post away!

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