I'd like Hadvar to be deliciously masterful and commanding, while retaining his essential kindness and honor therefore, no non-con please, but dom is fine. And Hadvar finds himself with a pretty little PoW in tow.Įxactly how things progress from there is up to you.but after leaving Helgen, dragon or attack or no, it doesn't take him long to decide that he's going to enjoy his reward to the full. Instead, she hands the DB over to Hadvar as a 'reward' for his loyal service. But this time, that hard-faced bitch of a captain of his actually does the decent thing and DOESN'T casually order that you be decapitated anyway, just 'cause you're there. Hadvar comments, as he does in-game, that the Dragonborn's name isn't on the wanted list. What I'd like to see, dear anons, is a story beginning in Helgen beside the executioner's block. So.Hadvar is lovely, and sweet, and noble, but also a hardened and brave fighter.and his voice is to die for. Sorry if that's a bit much.or if some of it makes you want to slap some sense into me. My firstborn if all the female Companions decide to have a Girls Night and blockade all the men from the Jorrvaskr. (The image of him trembling in a corner WON'T LEAVE MY BRAIN) If Author!Anon throws in a random vampire attack with Farkas coming to the rescue and realizing his PMS-ing wife is a force to be reckoned with.īonus points if, "I AM BLEEDING FROM MY UTERUS YOUR ARGUMENT IS INVALID" is screamed at someone. (And all the sweetrolls in Whiterun are gone.)Īnother thing. DB is usually a softspoken, polite young woman, but now she's angry one minute and crying over something insignificant the next. She's all "wtf I'm fine" until she goes for a bathroom break. Until Farkas turns back human and is going crazy over her because he could smell the blood, but can't detect any injuries. While kicking bandit butt with her werewolf hubby Farkas. So I figured I'd post it myself!į!dragonborn gets her period. So, I'm new to the kinkmeme and having been poking around it for about four days looking for a specific prompt. The last thing she saw was the stranger’s smile before falling unconscious. Allow me.” Before she could respond, Nilsine felt a prick at her neck and then the world began to blur and darken. Nilsine rubbed her face before giving the man a polite smile, “I think you’re right.” “What you need right now is a nice long sleep.” “I understand how it is.” The Orc placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. Seeing the reaction on his face, Nilsine let out an irritated sigh and let her shoulders sag. The Orc looked taken aback and moved away from the angry Nord. “Or let me guess, you’re another ‘vigilante’ who’s vowed not to leave town until they find the Butcher so you can collect the reward? If so you might as well leave,” Nilsine took a step towards the man, prodded his chest with two fingers and declared, “I will not have my parents’ hopes raised just so they can be heartbroken later. We have enough from those in town,” she spat out. “Have you come to give us your pity? If so, then be on your way. “I’m sorry to bother you but are you Nilsine Shatter-Shield?”Ī disgusted sneer appeared on her face as she turned to face the man. “Thank you.” She started walking away when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She smoothed out her dress, brushing off any snow left on it and took the basket from the Orc. The woman gratefully took it and the man pulled her up and onto her feet. Once the flowers were in the basket, he held out a hand to her. He was dressed in fine linen, clothing that suited a noble. She looked up and was surprised to see that the man was actually an Orc. “Oh! Forgive me,” the man knelt down and gathered the wayward flowers. The basket fell to the ground and many of the flowers scattered to the snow covered ground. Nilsine, on the other hand, fell backwards on the stone pathway. The stranger stumbled backwards but kept their footing. Nilsine was so occupied with her thoughts, she collided into someone. Her mind was on other things: the death of her sister, her mother’s declining mental health, her heartbroken father, the fact her sister’s killer was still on the loose. But neither was adequate in protecting her from the frigid weather. Her fur lined cloak acted like a shield for her basket of flowers she carried. But Nilsine Shatter-Shield did not feel the cold as she walked towards her home from the Gray Quarter. Guards on duty either put on more layers under their armor or didn’t stray far away from a lit torch. She just wanted things to be like before…Ī cold and bitter wind blew over Windhelm forcing even those native to the region to take cover. But she soon realized she didn’t want dead. Summary: At first Muiri wanted both of them to suffer just as she suffered. Kinks: bondage, whipping, dub-con, wax-play, oral, toys Characters: Nilsine Shatter-Shield, Muiri
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