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Fill: Wrath of the Reachmen tags/summary
Date: 2014-03-01 03:40 pm (UTC)Pairings:FDB/Calder Relationships: Het
Kinks: Family, revenge,dominate males,hurt comfort
dub-con, fluff,romance, maybe light spanking
The reachmen have a story to tell. I would love to see another anon's take on this. Multi-fills are still welcome.
Wrath of the Reachmen 1/?
Date: 2014-03-01 04:05 pm (UTC)Markarth was his! In the aftermath of the battle the sky was filled with sullen smoke. There wasn’t the slightest breeze within the enclosed stone walls of the city. Details of soldiers were sorting out the wounded and the dead. Prisoners were placed in holding areas to await their fate.
“They’re waiting for us” Galmar observed. Narrowing his eyes Ulfric removed his steel gauntlets and continued to push his way towards Understone keep. It was always the same after battle. He questioned the cost and reality of war. The feelings of elation and triumph he expected to feel refused to come.
It was eerily quiet when he entered the palace, his footsteps loud on the stone floor. Jarl Ilgmund was waiting for him. Although the more prominent prisoners were being sent to Cidhna Mine, most would be executed in the coming days. It was hard to miss the young woman flanked by guards. Ilgmund identified her as Leya sister to Madanch. She was being offered as a hostage insuring the good behavior of her brother.
Ulfrics eyes accessed her. She was magnificent. Hair so white it appeared silver fell over her shoulders to her knees. Her piercing eyes were a strange greenish blue almost turquoise. Unusual designs which appeared to be war paint covered her face. Most of her exquisite body was revealed by the skimpy fur armor she wore. He decided he would have her.
She understood her faith he could see it in her eyes. He sighed refusing to feel guilty. Victories were often celebrated on the bodies of women. Such were the ways of war. He approached leaning down to plant a kiss drawing her into his arms. He was surprised she offered no resistance, melting into the kiss. Glancing at Ilgmund who nodded he lifted her into his arms. He knew in his bones they would be evenly matched, even if she was a Reachwoman.
Leya lay still waiting for Ulfrics breathing to become even indicating sleep. She had mixed the sleeping drought into his wine ensuring he slept through the ritual. Slipping from the bed, she opened the hidden entrance inviting Bothela and the hags into the room. She waved her hand lighting the candles around the room causing a misty glow. Bothela mixed a dark red liquid in a gourd. The senior hag cast a muffle spell so they would be undisturbed.
Leya used a dagger to remove the portion of the sheet containing her maidens blood. Briefly she felt sorrow at what she had given up. However, this was a time of war and sacrifices. The gods had chosen a different path for her. The hags sat in a circle around the sleeping Ulfric. They recited incantations as the cloth from the sheet was added to the gourd.
Taking the gourd Leya and approached the sleeping man and began the ritual chant of binding. She used her fingers to paint symbols onto his skin over the heart. She added matching symbols to herself. Ulfric had visited a terrible wrath on the Reachmen. His punishment would be much more personal. He would be bound to her as tightly as any Briarheart to his maker but lack the spiritual rewards. Because of him she would never be a true hagraven. She would forevermore be the Matriarch.
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Note: I left out an eventual Pairing of Ulfric and Leya.
Wrath of the Reachmen 1a/?
Date: 2014-03-01 06:07 pm (UTC)Ulfric Stormcloak watched the scene unfold before him with disinterest as two legionnaires forced mead into a female prisoner. He had been betrayed into an ambush led by general Tullius himself. He had been vaguely aware of a small figure in mage robes, getting in the way during the fighting.
She staggered as they secured her to a tree alongside him and his men. He had not gotten a good look at her. Feeling totally frustrated, he rested his head against the tree and closed his eyes. He was beyond tired.
It was near dawn when the legate gave the order to break camp. Ulfric saw a soldier attempting to lead the prisoner towards the wagons. She appeared to be arguing. He watched with disbelief as the man swung his steel helmet, hitting her across the head. She toppled over and lay unmoving.
Wondering if she still lived, Ulfric closed his eyes and prayed. Maybe this was more merciful. She a true innocent had stumbled into that ambush. In the confusion of the camp being broken, he lost sight of her. However, he noticed her slumped in the wagon as he was being loaded in.
Ulfric felt his heart race as he got a closer view of the girl. When she moaned and turned towards him he felt the years falling away. Her heart shaped face was covered with what appeared to be war paint but were actually tattoos.
Her features were balanced in a way that hinted at beauty, but he would not call her beautiful. Silver white curly hair she had tons of it. He had never associated such hair with any race outside of the Reachmen.
This girl was to young to be Leya but she had to be related. Suddenly protective instincts he didn’t know he had surfaced. He closed his eyes attempting to get his feelings under control. Although Leya had escaped after their one night together, he had remained loyal all these years.
He felt the girl shift and heard Rolf say “Hey you are awake“. He refused to look at her and kept his gaze on the horizon. He half listened to a conversation between Ralof, and the nord sitting across from him.
Ayna slowly became aware of the sound of horses, snorting, hooves on cobblestones, wood creaking. Apparently she was in some type of wagon. She blinked trying to get her bearings and made the mistake of moving. Pain traveled through her head and neck.
She decided to sit still and try to remember what was happening to her. She felt the frigid air and realized she was wearing rags. She noticed majestic pine trees as a backdrop to the Imperial soldier who was driving the wagon. Sunlight sparkled on the silver studs decorating his uniform.
In her immediate line of vision was a blond man who was muscular but cover in dirt and grime. His hair was hanging around his shoulders and there were two braids in the front. He was wearing quilted armor covered in a blue sash.
His hands were tied together in the front. He was looking over his shoulder towards the driver of the wagon. She could see a second cart ahead of hers with several people in it.
Suddenly her memories came flooding back and she realized the people in the cart and the blonde man were the prisoners who had taken with her.
She must have made a sound because the blond man suddenly turned and looked at her. He said “hey you are finally awake”. He said something about her “… crossing the border ……ambush ………us ……horse thief ..there.”
Anya tuned out the conversation until the blonde man said the man next to her was Ulfric Stormcloak. That got her attention. He appeared to be a bit older than the other men in the wagon.
His blonde hair was pushed back from his face and his mouth was covered by a gag. He was wearing expensive looking clothes and appeared quite regal. Suddenly he turned and locked eyes with her. His eyes were a brilliant gray identical to hers!