Skyrim Preferences and Imagines (Requests Open)

There you were, hitting and punching, target practice really in the Imperial training courtyard. Now to anyone else this may seem normal, but your situation was anything but that. Here, it was currently Morndas, 3:12 AM, and the Stormcloaks were rumored to invade Solitude any moment. Talk about anticipation.

You slung a hand across your forehead to clear the sweat. You were tired- no, more like exhausted. But you shouldn't be questioning yourself now, you need to fight!

"Oi, why in Tamriel are you out here so late!" Hadvar calls out in a joking voice, stretching his arms as he grabs your attention. You avoid him and continue to swing your sword.

Hadvar came up behind you, and placed a hand on his chin as he observed your swings. With a frown, he pointed to your blade. "Lass, you aren't going to get anywhere with that swing. Here let me-."

"No. Hadvar, I don't need your help anymore." You harshly respond, swinging with more might each time. Hadvar nods and lowers his eyes. He was taken off by why you were acting so stubborn (more than usual, that is) when he offered help. It was practically a tradition that the two of you would train together.

He sat down in the ground besides an old tree, knowing he wasn't wanted. You felt bad, just letting out all of your stress into rage. Hadvar was one of the worst people you could've done that to.

You held your blades, stopping. You hung your head low as your eyes wandered over to Hadvar, who was distracted by the moonlight. Had he really been that determined to find out whatever was wrong with you?

"I'm sorry Hadvar..." Your voice trails off, quite loud in the quiet courtyard. He slowly adjusted his head to meet your solemn gaze. You sat down next to him, as Hadvar scooted over to make space.

He extended an arm around you, pulling you close to him for warmth. "Why are you doing this, Y/N?" Hadvar questioned with a sweet tone as you yawned.

You hesitated to respond. Hadvar wrinkled his forehead as he was truly concerned for you. "I want to be prepared to fight! I want to show those stupid Stormcloaks to their place. The Stormcloaks don't deserve to thrive any longer! Don't you feel that way too, Hadvar?" You exclaimed, tears forming in the brims of your eyes. Hadvar didn't respond, rather his mouth hung wide open in shock.

He held your hands, brushing them with his thumb. "Of course. Just not in the same way as you'd think. Believe me, nobody could possibly have as much passion as you, y'know!" He stopped and chuckled, gazing back up at the night sky. "I'd never have that much passion, but that's mainly because I'm fighting for other reasons. I don't care about the Stormcloaks, I only care about protecting those who I care about. I want to help my comrades survive, and I would willing die for them in a heartbeat. And I want to protect-." Hadvar choked on his words for a moment. Hadvar's glare turned to you. He glared into your E/C eyes, with you shifting awkwardly in your seat.

"I want to protect you, Y/N. I'd rather die myself than to see you get hurt." Hadvar admits, now avoiding your eyes, looking to the side with a small tint of red.

Did he feel- romantic towards you? Or was this just an act of friendship?

You smiled, trying to hide your shock. "I'd protect you as well Hadvar." You responded.

Hadvar's eyes widened as he shook his head. "No, it's not like that. I'm sorry to surprise you with this, but I've had this crush on your for some time now..." His voice faded off as he laughed. You still stared in complete surprise.

"That's a relief, because I think I have as well." You jokingly responded, as Hadvar grinned.

And, as he pulled you into a kiss, all of your worries were gone, because you knew he would be there to protect you.

I apologize, I was out of Skyrim stuff for a month, but I just started it again so I hope this will be better!
By the way, I've considered making a Levi Ackerman for Skyrim, and I've already finished his looks, but I haven't gotten into the rest. Would anyone be interested if I started a Levi Ackerman follower mod or maybe just a save file?