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coffee-at-daybreak · 1 year

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dozy | marcurio x reader

Someone nudges your shoulder. "Hey."

You jolt awake, and lift your head. After a few blinks, the blurriness in your eyes fades, and the familiar sight of the Arcaneum comes into focus. You look from the towering bookshelves, to the empty tables, then to the source of the voice in front of you.

Marcurio is frowning down at you, but there's a twinkle in his eyes. "Did you really fall asleep reading again?" He asks.

You merely blink at him once more, then look down. Sure enough, there are several books sprawled across the table you'd been slumped over on. Looks like you were in the middle of the 3rd volume of The Real Barenziah when you’d nodded off.

"Um..." Your voice is still tinged with grogginess. "N-No. I was... imagining the story."

Marcurio snickers. "And you snore while doing that?"

Your eyes widen. "... I was snoring?"

He doesn't answer, instead he pulls out the chair across from you and plops down in it. He begins to skim through the books on your table. "Let me get a good look at these. They must be terribly boring to knock you out like that."

You glance up at him. He doesn’t look tired like you. His eyes are warm and alert, and aside from a few stray strands, his hair is still neatly gathered at the base of his neck.

You ponder telling him the truth. The books aren't at fault - the previous sleepless nights are. Days upon days of tossing and turning were finally getting to you and you came down to the Arcaneum to lose yourself in some stories in hopes it would relax you a little. Perhaps it did , enough to finally get you to doze off, at least.

You swallow down the words and look around once more at the empty, quiet library. "What.. time is it?" It was a little after mid-day when you came down here earlier.

"Late. Very late." Marcurio sets down the last book and pulls them into a neat pile. "I overheard Urag complaining to Phinis about you and thought I should come check on you before he summons those atronachs he's always threatening us with."

You wince. "That would have been bad." When he chuckles, you look up at him and your eyes lock onto his. The nearby candlelight makes his brown eyes seem almost golden. "If it's as late as you say, why were you up?"

You can see him struggling to hide his smile as he holds your gaze defensively. "Studying, actually. Colette lent me some interesting Restoration tomes. Thought I'd read up on them before I start practicing tomorrow."

You don't hide your smile like he does. It warms your heart to hear that Marcurio is fitting in well here. He was your companion long before you stumbled across the College, and with all the things that have happened since you arrived, a part of you is surprised he hasn't left your service already. But his love for magic - and a little love for you, you hope - keeps him around, thankfully.

"Restoration, hm?" You fold your arms onto the table and rest your chin on them, looking up at him. "What spells, exactly?”

He opens his mouth, but then shuts it quickly and scowls at you. If there wasn’t a slight hint of amusement in those narrowed eyes, he would look almost menacing. "When I said late, I meant late. I'm not going to talk magic with you when you should be sleeping."

"I was sleeping."

"In your own bed, you idiot."

You stifle a snort. Your eyes drift close and you let out a dramatic sigh. "My bed is too far."

"It's... It's just up the stairs..."

"Exactly. Stairs. Ugh." You slouch further down onto the table. "I'm rather comfortable here."

Marcurio scoffs. "You won't be so comfortable when Urag's atronachs do come for you." You hear the scrape of his chair moving as he stands, then his voice is drifting to your side. "Come on, get up."

You merely grunt in disagreement. Your eyes are still closed. You can already feel the sleepiness coming back to you, making your brain fuzzy.

Marcurio gives your shoulder another nudge. "Hey, seriously. Am I going to have to carry you?"

"Yes." You say without any hesitation.

"Wha - no. I was joking."

"I am not."

Even though your eyes are closed, you can practically picture his brow furrowing. That adorable pout he does when he disapproves of something you ask - which is a lot of the time, actually.

"And here I thought my days as your pack mule were over!" He huffs.

You smile. He sounds further away than he actually is - the drowsiness continues to creep its way in.

"You're seriously going to stay here and let those atronachs get you?" Marcurio asks.

"Mhm."

He sighs. A long, heavy, exasperated sigh. "You are insufferable at times, Dragonborn."

Then, you feel his hand at your back. He grabs the material of your robes and gently pulls you back until you're no longer slouching forward. You open your heavy eyes and prepare to groan out another complaint to him.

His other hand moves down, until it's sliding beneath your knees."Come on, then," he mutters, with surprising tenderness to it.

The brief shock only lasts a second before you lift your legs so his arm can properly hook under them. With a grunt of effort, he hoists you up and off the chair. He pulls you close against his chest as he starts to walk across the library. The jostling movement prompts you to sling your arms around his neck for better support.

Warmth is the first thing you notice. Not just the warmth coming off of him as he holds you, but the warm, buzzing feeling that blossoms deep within your chest. You smile to yourself, eyes still closed.

Marcurio carries you out of the library and heads for the stairs. He's mumbling something breathlessly during the ascent - it sounds like "don't make this a habit".

Eventually, the stairs end, and he's pushing the large wooden doors open with his shoulder. He carries you into the Arch-Mage's quarters - your quarters, you remind yourself. You crack open your eyes just enough to watch the surroundings of the room move past as he carries you to the back, where your bed resides.

"Okay," he pants as he reaches the bed. He lowers you down, and the mattress sinks beneath you as you're set down upon it. "Here we are. Wooh - you're almost as heavy as dragon bones."

He says it lightly, an attempt at a joke. But you hardly hear it. You're too caught up realizing how cold it suddenly feels again now that he's let you go. You feel your heart constricting within your chest.

"Alright. I'm going to go and get some sleep. I highly suggest you do the same," he says as he starts to step away from your bed.

Your hand flies out and catches on the sleeve of his robe. "Wait."

Marcurio stops, turning back around. His eyes dart from your hand to your face. His puzzled expression meets your wide-eyed, nervous one.

You want to tell him the truth, that you can't sleep in this bed or this room because even though it's been days, Savos Aren's presence still lingers, and with it, the responsibilities of your new title. You can't get comfortable enough to sleep with all these unfamiliar items and tasks hovering around, knowing they belonged to the previous Arch Mage only days prior. You can't seem to settle in - not yet, not now.

But once again, the words catch in your throat. All you can muster out is a hushed, "Will you stay?"

You watch as Marcurio's brow knits from confusion to concern. His face softens, his eyes washing over with understanding as he looks back at you. He nods, a small but sincere gesture.

Relief floods in. You hadn't even noticed your heart had picked up speed until just now when it finally started to slow back down.

You scoot back as Marcurio settles down onto the other side of the bed. He's in more of a sitting position than a laying down one, with his back propped up against the headboard. He doesn't get under the covers, and neither do you. You don't want the warmth of them, anyway, but of him.

You scoot back forward until you're leaning into him. Almost immediately, his arms come around you, and just like before, they envelope you in his warmth. You cling to him, head resting on his chest, and close your eyes. You hear his heartbeat beneath your ear, steady and calming.

It only takes a few moments for the exhaustion to seep back into your body. But now, instead of feeling the haunting presence of the previous Arch Mage, you feel a cozy heat, and instead of the eerie silence, you hear rhythmic heart thrums and breathing. For the first night in days, you feel content - content enough to drift off.

Marcurio's hand sweeps gently up and down your back, and his grumble is close along your ear. "Of course I'll stay. But you have to carry me back down in the morning."

You're much too tired to laugh, but you do crack one last smile before you finally slip into sleep.

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justheretop0st · 2 years

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Rain

He hated the rain. He hated the sound of it, the smell of it, the feel of it. And though he prayed it never comes, the thunder rolls and mocks him. How unfortunate.

She was one in an era that truly caused change. It was evident at her funeral. There wasn’t enough room to accompany the waves of people who had come to see her one last time. It lasted days, almost a week of respect and reminiscence. There were things that he didn’t even know about her. This was especially telling of the figures in black and red.

The woman he had come to call his wife was a leader by nature. She lead her side to victory in the war. She ended Alduin, granted she had legendary warriors by her side. She solved the vampire crisis, having to split her own soul in order to enter the soul cairn. She became the leader of the companions, even for a brief period becoming the Arch-Mage. She had helped countless people. He was sure there was more, but there are always secrets that are best left to die with her.

The day she died, she looked more. More of everything. More like a leader. More like a wife. More beautiful and terrifying all in the same breath. She laughed and she seemed to glow. The breeze made her hair animate with life. With every ounce of blood in his body, he swore it shone in the sun.

It was quick and he was thankful for that. Perhaps he couldn’t handle it if she suffered. Perhaps it was because he didn’t have to worry about the last words he said to her. Because he swore to tell her daily how much he adored her. It might have been out his comfort zone. But even in his actions he swore to show her nothing but adoration and love. She deserved it and he knew it was likely she was to die at any point.

Being a renowned hero, she had enemies. A single moment of peace, pierced by an arrow laced in poison. Normally it wouldn’t have punctured her armor. But she wore a dress that day. Even into the night when she was being honored with a banquet. Ale, wine, mead and more was being served. How could someone have missed a person with an arrow equipped?

He wished he could have been more vigilant and maybe he would have had it not been for the drink. He wished his last words were more fine than a sloppy serenade. A declaration of known love. On his knees before her and he could feel the air push over his head as the arrow hit its target.

Panic arose in the crowd, they all ran to cover. But he stayed kneeled there, catching her as she fell into his arms. Straight through the heart, and she stared into his eyes. A connection. A final connection. She died with a smile on her face and her hand in his. But he felt to many emotions for him to simply sit there with her. He felt anger. Remorse. Sadness. He wanted revenge.

All he can remember after that is snatching a sword from a guards sheath and searching the building. Room by room, person by person. He was to filled with emotion, but nothing would get past him. He was told that the assassin was eventually found. That this person was taken to jail. But jail was not what the person deserved. For taking such a life, death would be the only repentance.

During her funeral, it rained for those days and nights. He couldn’t bear to leave her side as she lay there. Surrounded by flowers and gifts and mementos. He remained soaked and though there were others with him, he paid their words of condolences no mind. Nothing would make this better.

How he hated the rain.

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dovakhiindrabbles · 3 years

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I'm so happy you're baaaaack!! Can I get any romantic hcs you have for marcurio??

Absolutely I’d be more than happy to write some up for you!! I just hope you have a marvelous day and enjoy <3

Marcurio

- While he definitely has the vibes of a total know-it-all (And admittedly, kind of is), Marcurio is more like an eager puppy wanting to learn everything the world has to offer, so when the legendary Dragonborn asks for him to join -- he’s secretly ecstatic

- When he finds himself with this terrifying thing called feelings, Marcurio ends up trying to show off his magical abilities to you (I’d imagine kind of like Sypha Belnades from Castlevania so really showing off fjsdalfasdfl)

- He definitely makes very distracting, flirty comments to you during fights. It usually throws both you and the opponent off. He says it’s all a part of his strategy

- When together, Marcurio brags about you all the time: “Hey you know my partner -- the Dragonborn -- yeah the amazing hero? I’m dating them!” Even if you weren’t the Dragonborn he’d brag about you, he’s really excited.

- Marcurio is like a human freezer, definitely one of those people that smacks his cold feet on your back at night. He thinks it’s hilarious but he does have to make up for it with cuddles

- Other times when you’re traveling, Marcurio will cast heat spells on his palms so he can keep you warm, but you have to hold his hand the entire time (Which if he wanted you to hold his hand, he could’ve just asked, but this is pretty cute so it’s fine)

#Marcurio #Marcurio Skyrim #Skyrim tes #skyrim the elder scrolls #Marcurio x Dragonborn #Marcurio x Reader #Marcurio x You #Skyrim

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tortie-tales · 3 years

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Marcurio x Reader: The Snow

"Why are you laying in the snow?" I asked, exasperated. This was the fourth time we had stopped within the hour, and the small distractions and stops were starting to become tedious.

"I'm so tired. We've been walking for hours," she sighed dramatically, lifting her hand towards the sky and then dropping it into the freshly set snow, "my stuff is so heavy."

"It's been five minutes since we last stopped to look at the butterflies. And, no, I'm not carrying your bag. I told you back at the cave, you carry whatever you loot. I am an apprentice wizard, not a pack mule," I rubbed my temples, allowing a little healing magic to trickle from my hand into my head, hoping it would fight the headache coming on.

"I'm not moving. Marcurio, let's camp here for the night," the sunlight trickled through the leaves and over her face, catching the occasional freckle here and there.

"(y/n), it's noon," I sat down anyway, knowing that arguing was futile. The snow crunched as my weight crushed it, packing it closer to the earth, "I'm giving you five minutes before I get up and start walking again."

(Y/n) sat up and sighed. She pulled her legs close to her chest in a slow, relaxed motion, disturbing the snow beneath her as she moved. "Isn't it beautiful?"

"Yeah, pretty," I mumbled, struggling to get the words out. Her natural beauty always caught me off guard. The way the snow settled in her hair, the curiosity shining in her eyes; it's a wonder I was able to last this long without completely falling for her.

I became lost in my own thoughts.

The things she does drive me crazy. As in she irritates the crap out of me, but I can't get enough of her. Her childlike wonder, her playful and caring nature, her inability to say no to any quest, no matter how small and insignificant it is; that's what made me fall for her.

Her safety and happiness mean the world to me. I just hope they include me.

My thoughts were cut short with a snowball whacking me in the back of the head, followed by a gasp. I slowly straightened up and turned my head towards my assaulter. (Y/n stood there, her hands over her mouth, eyes wide with fear. The way her feet were positioned told me that she was ready to flee if needed.

"Are you ok? I'm so sorry. I was aiming for the tree. Did that hurt?" her hands were over her mouth still, but that didn't completely hide the smile resting on her lips, nor her flushed cheeks and amused tone.

"Don't worry, (y/n). It didn't hurt." I readied the ice spike spell in my right hand. "But this will."

Her eyes got even wider, and she quickly turned around and screamed, giggling like an insane child. She ran, kicking up snow, desperate to either get away or find a hiding place. Maybe both, but it didn't matter. She wouldn't be able to escape me.

I chuckled softly and waited for a few seconds. I figured it wouldn't hurt to give her a head start.

I began to follow her messy trail, and saw that she was zigzagging between trees, similar to a fleeing rabbit. I soon came across a pair of shoes, her shoes, and the trail ended.

Did she climb a tree?

I looked up, only to have a second snowball dropped on my face, followed by hysterical laughter. I blindly shot an ice spike, hoping it would hit her. I took the precaution of having the tip dulled, so it was similar to an icy snowball shot at high speeds.

I heard a thunk, a few shifting sounds, and then a thud, and a pile of snow dropped near me. Great, I hit the tree branch. Good job, me, I thought to myself, slightly irritated. I wiped the rest of the snow off of my face and looked at the pile.

That's an awfully big pile..

I walked over in it's direction. "(Y/n), where did you go? If you come down now, I'll only hit your arm," I glanced around, but it was dead silent.

She's in the pile.

I sat down on the pile and smiled, then proceeded to lay down. I felt (y/n) squirm under my weight.

"Marcurio! You're crushing me! Get off!" she yelled, giggling, voice muffled by the snow.

"But I'm so very tired! And the snow and the sunlight is so beautiful! You should really look at it, (y/n), it's a wondrous sight," I poorly imitated her voice and tone, but ended up laughing in the end. I rolled off the snow and onto my back, laughing.

Her head shot out of the snow, and she slowly climbed out, struggling with each movement. I grinned as I watched her. She eventually freed herself completely and crawled towards me before collapsing.

"Hey, (y/n)?" I asked.

"Yeah, what?"

"Do you want to go get a drink or something?"

#this was requested on AO3 #skyrim #skyrim oneshot #skyrim x reader #skyrim fanfiction #marcurio #marcurio x reader #dovahkiin x marcurio #elder scrolls v #elder scrolls

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tortie-cat · 4 years

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Marcurio x Reader: Replacement

I groaned internally, knowing that the next stop was necessary and couldn't be avoided.

"Lydia, we are heading to Riften next."

"Of course, my Thane. Lead the way."

My stomach was in knots just thinking about seeing Marcurio again. Last time I saw him, things ended with me firing him. Not the happiest partings.

What was I supposed to do? He would have died if he fought that dragon with me!

Convincing myself that I was right didn't help get rid of the nerves, so I tried to think of something else. Anything else.

"Lydia, do you know any jokes?"

"No, my Thane."

"Is there a story that you have just been dying to tell me?"

"No, my Thane."

Great. This is going to be a fun trip.

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The crisp, cool night air, along with Lydia's periodical yawns and sighs, served as a reminder that sleep was a necessary thing. There was no working around it; we were going to have to check into the Bee and Barb.

I ignored the first entrance, knowing that Marcurio would likely be sitting by the door, waiting to pounce on his next victim, and headed towards the one by Brynjolf's stand.

I took a deep breath. "Lydia, follow my lead."

"Of course, my Thane."

I slowly opened the door and quietly walked in, Lydia in tow. I drank an invisibility potion, then put one in her hand for her to drink, and we quietly crept over to the counter.

"Psst, Keerava," I whispered. Keerava jumped and quickly looked around.

"Who's there?" She hissed.

"A customer," I whispered, placing twenty septims on the counter, "who needs two rooms."

I heard footsteps behind me, and the voice of the very man I was trying to avoid.

"Hey, could I get another bottle of mead?" Marcurio sounded tired.

"Hold on, can't you see I'm busy here? Sorry about him, I'll show you to your rooms." Keerava looked at the septims when she said that, likely assuming I was still there. She began grabbing the septims when Marcurio spoke again.

"Keerava? Who are you talking to?" The look of bewilderment on Marcurio's face was hilarious, and it took every ounce of willpower in my being not to burst out laughing.

"Customers," Keerava snapped, irritated. She began to walk away, no doubt to the rooms I had rented.

Crap, how am I supposed to walk by without Marcurio noticing?

Marcurio put a hand on Keerava's shoulder. "Keerava... there's no one there." He looked concerned and a little creeped out.

"Get your hand off me! You'll get your mead when I finish showing the customer to their room." She slapped his arm and walked away.

Lydia, who apparently was behind Marcurio at this point, coughed, causing him to jump.

"What was that?!" He now looked terrified, with a dagger in one hand and a fire spell in the other. The sight was so funny, I couldn't stop the small laugh that came out of my mouth.

I crept by him, careful not to make any more noise.

But, alas, the divines had other plans, because right then and there, the invisibility potion wore off.

Marcurio's eyes met with mine, and my heart did a flip. I quickly stood up and greeted him.

"Hello, Marcurio."

"Well well well," he started, dragging out each 'well', "would you look what the Horker dragged in? Still wandering all over Skyrim, causing trouble?"

I smirked at him. "You know it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get to my room."

I began walking the way Keerava went, trying to remember which direction she went in.

"Admit it, you were lost without me." I froze at the arrogance in his tone.

"I was not." People were starting to stare, and it was making me nervous.

"Since you are, by far, my favorite employer, I will only charge you tw- WHO IS THAT?"

Lydia's invisibility potion wore off, and she was standing besides me. "My Thane?" She looked at me, and I could see her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. I shook my head slightly.

"Lydia, this is Marcurio. Marcurio, this is Lydi-" Marcurio gasped, interrupting my introduction.

"YOU HIRED SOMEONE ELSE?!" Marcurio was now yelling, causing even more people to look this way.

Oh boy.

"It's not like that, Marcurio. I didn't pay her-"

"Oh! Even better! Now you're just picking people up off the streets!" He was gesturing wildly with his hands, as if that would help prove his point. He pointed at Lydia. "She could be disease-ridden, you know."

"Excuse me?" Lydia asked, irritated.

My face began to burn. Now everyone in the inn was looking at us.

"Marcurio, let's take this outside."

"What, are you going to fight me?" I shook my head. "Why should I go with you? If you're going to just throw me away like I'm a piece of- OW!" I grabbed him by the ear.

"Lydia, please find our rooms. This is going to take awhile."

"Of course, my Thane." She walked away, and I dragged Marcurio towards the door.

I shoved him out of the building and shut the door behind me.

"Did you really have to cause a scene?" I asked quietly, my voice a little shaky. The ground looked interesting, so I stared at the dirt instead of actually looking at him.

"Did you really have to.. hey, are you ok?" The irritation in his voice was replaced with concern. I nodded my head, not looking him in the eye.

"Hey, I'm sorry. No, really, I am. Come here." He pulled me into a hug, one I gladly accepted.

I held onto him for a little bit, my heart racing.

"I'm sorry too. I should've come back to get you sooner." I said, my face still buried in his chest.

"Don't worry too much about it." He rested his head on mine, "I'm mostly just happy that you're alive."

He took a step back, releasing me from the hug. I reluctantly let go.

"Marcurio.."

"(Y/N), it's ok if you don't want to travel with me anymore. I'll figure something out, just focus on taking care of yourself." He sounded sincere and sad.

He began to walk away, so I grabbed his hand. "That's not it. It's been hard without you. I miss you, your stupid remarks, your jokes, your stories. I just don't want you to get hurt. Fighting dragons is hard, Marcurio. I almost died myself, and there were like five guards helping me out. I don't know what I would do if you died." I was rambling at this point, but I needed to get everything off of my chest before I exploded. "I really like you, Marcurio. I know you probably don't feel the same way, but I had to tell you before I left again." My eyes burned, and I mentally prepared myself for rejection.

And then he kissed me.

#marcurio #skyrim #marcurio x reader #x reader #skyrim x reader #Elder Scrolls V

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1000fiction · 2 years

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Drabbles Masterlist.

Sweet.

Aela the Huntress: 1

Ambarys Rendar: 1

Argis the Bulwark: 1 2

Brynjolf: 1 2 3

Cicero: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Enthir: 1 2

Erandur: 1

Farkas: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Legate Fasendil: 1

Gelebor: 1 2 3 4

Ghorbash the Iron Hand: 1

Lord Harkon: 1

Isran: 1

Malborn: 1

Marcurio: 1 2 3 4

Maul: 1

Miraak: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Neloth: 1 2 3 4 5

Ondolemar: 1 2 3

Ralis Sedarys: 1 2 3

Rune: 1

Serana: 1 2 3 4 5 6

Sheogorath: 1 2

Teldryn Sero: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

Torvar: 1

Ulfric Stormcloak: 1

Veezara: 1

Vilkas: 1 2 3 4 5 6

Ysolda: 1

Spicy.

Spicy content ahead. Minors DNI.

Ghorbash the Iron Hand: 1

Serana: 1

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getheeheed · 3 years

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a small prompt-fic I wrote in my notes today of my altmer mage Laeril and homeboy Marcurio, after getting chased from whiterun in my game bc vampirism, might make it an actual fic instead of this short prompt-ish thing

excuse my writing, I've never gotten proper advice on how to write lmao

"I'm sorry." "What for?" "I've put you through all this danger and hardship, and for what? I.... you can go home." The rain was cold, but his words were colder. Marcurio stared at the elf in disbelief. "No... no, I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying with you." He tried arguing, grabbing on his arm, but Laeril turned and hissed at him, baring his fangs. Marcurio jerked away. "Just leave, before I do anything I'll regret." The vampire uttered. He was about to turn and leave, when Marcurio grabbed his arm again. Humans are stubborn things. "What part of you're in danger do you not under-" his sentence was cut short by a pair of warm lips on his cold ones. The Imperial slowly pulled away. "You're trying to look out for me, I get that, but if anything were to happen to you I know I'd never forgive myself. Let me stay. Please." "People will come after us." Marcurio chuckled, "As if that hasn't happened before." They kissed once more, staying like that for a while, until the rain had drenched them both, shivering in their boots yet warmed by their embrace.

#marcurio #skyrim x reader #oc x character #fanfiction #skyrim #tes

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raining-in-my-soul · 2 years

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I'm going to be turning this into a slasher/villain/fandom fanfic blog!

These are the characters I'll be writing for (subject to change as I watch films/play games and currently in no particular order).

Slashers:

-Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)

-Jason Voorhees (Friday the 13th)

-Michael Myers (OG and RZ- Halloween)

-Yautja (Predator) *

-Thomas Hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

-Harry Warden (My Bloody Valentine)

-Asa Emory/The Collector (The Collector)

-Bo/Vincent Sinclair (House of Wax) (might do Lester if requested)

Movie Characters:

-Imhotep, Ardeth Bay, Jonathan Carnahan, Rick O'Connell (The Mummy)

-Captain Hook (Peter Pan 2003)

-Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice)

-General Hux, Darth Maul (Star Wars)

Video Games:

-All TF2 Mercs (Team Fortress 2)

-Farkas, Vilkas, Argis the Bulwark, Marcurio, Ondolemar, Ancano (Skyrim)

-Karl Heisenberg (RE8)

-Pyramid Head (Silent Hill)

-Just about anyone from RDR2 except Micah. But definitely big focus on Arthur

I will not write anything I feel uncomfortable with, which is outlined in the rules but specific asks are up to my discretion.

Allowed:

-Romantic

-Platonic

-Fluff

-Angst

-Smut

-AU

-Crossover

Not Allowed:

-Anything illegal or otherwise generally considered immoral

-Non-consensual activities

-Crossovers to a fandom I'm unfamiliar with

Formats you may request:

-Headcanons

-Oneshots

-Drabbles

-Alphabets

Feel free to send in asks or use prompts or anything your little heart's desire! And if you see a fandom I've listed but not the character you want to see, talk to me, I may make an exception for a character that isn't particularly inspiring for me, but I'm willing to write for!

All works will be character x reader and reader will either be female or gender neutral (sorry this is just what I feel comfortable writing)

*I am aware yautia are technically not slashers but I'm throwing them in anyway. Also I will take requests for specific yautia from the moves (ex: Scar, Wolf, Fugitive, etc)

#character list #rules #request

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supervillain-smut · 3 years

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MLM Practice Requests?

Hey all! I’d like to practice with some MLM works, if you guys could send some requests for any x readers or send me some prompts I’ve reblogged in the past (just detail which they’re from, like “number 27 from the hugs prompt list” or whatever would be great!) I think I’m comfortable enough with the following characters to do MLM for (although I can’t do ships, for example, adoribull for DAI yet, so sorry about that!)

Here’s the list of characters I’ll be taking these for, just for some practice! Don’t expect a miracle or the greatest thing you’ve ever read lol.

DRAGON AGE

Fenris

Dorian Pavus

FABLE 2/3

Reaver

TES SKYRIM/OBLIVION

Ancano

Marcurio

Sanguine

Teldryn Sero

Lucien Lachance

Vicente Valtieri

THE OUTER WORLDS

Vicar Maximillian DeSoto

Felix Millstone

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datorchoe · 3 years

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Marcurio x Pregnant reader?

Brought to you by me, my dog, and Gordan Ramsey

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- When you tell Marc you're pregnant, he passes out. Like straight up. He was NOT prepared for that. He hates children, but his own? Now that's a different story.

- Marc watches your EVERY move. You get up to get some more water and he’s like “WHAT'S WRONG?! IS THE BABY COMING??” and your like in the 2nd trimester standing there like -_-

- He viciously reads a ton about babies and children. Every book he can find, he reads. It makes him feel more ready for when the baby comes. His library doubles in size.

- He becomes so easily manipulated by you. You get ANYTHING you want. More clothes? Of course! More food? What do you want my dear? Will do whatever you ask, no matter how violent or dangerous.

- Marc heals your aches and pains with either some healing magic, tea, and massages. Whatever works best for you.

- When you're asleep, Marc will rub your stomach and whisper to the baby. He would NEVER do it when you're awake, but he does. You're definitely not asleep though.

#dorc writes

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justheretop0st · 2 years

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“I release you.”

Her face was obscured by her helmet. It was a year of traveling. A year of knowing one another. A year of trusting him to have her back. But this was to close a call.

He laid in bed at the Silver-Blood Inn. He was badly injured and though she tried her best to heal him, she wasn’t skilled in the restoration art. Not as much as a healer of Kynareth. She tried to shove her health potions down his throat, but he’d only managed to drink one or two. They’d stopped the bleeding, and began slowly heal him. But her heart still pounded in her ears.

It was an assassin. Perhaps this Argonian didn’t realize she wouldn’t be alone. Perhaps she should have been more aware of her surroundings. There had been close calls before. But nothing like this. She just recalled hearing his warning and feeling his hand push her away. Then that sound. That squelching sound of a dagger piercing skin. She’d manage to attack the assassin whenever they’d pulled their dagger from his stomach. She made quick work of them.

Luckily they were fairly close to Markarth. He needed treatment, and surely they would have someone to help. So she called upon her friend in the soul cairn, Arvak. He’d get her there quicker. Not comfortably, but quickly.

As they rode, she tried to heal him. He was hunched against her, his head against her shoulder with her hand pressed against his stomach, trying to heal him. But blood was still spilling onto his amor and hers. He apologized and tried to keep a smile but she knew the pain was surely to much. Faster. She urged Arvak and soon, they’d made it to their destination. Only to find out there was no healer. There was no one who could help. She was the only one. And it forced her to realize, she was the reason he got hurt. The reason he was so close to death.

Once he had been stabilized, she let him rest for a bit. He awoke a few hours later and she’d tended to his needs until he went back to sleep.

“I release you.”

Silence rang despite the lobby being so close. She didn’t look up to his sleeping face. She wanted to so badly. But it felt unfair. She reached into her coin purse and pulled out 5,000 septims, placing them beside a written notice of dismissal.

I’ll be long gone when you awake and you’ll be safe. I pray that you’ll make it to your home safe. I pray that you’ll one day forgive me for leaving like this. But I couldn’t stand it. I can’t stand to that you were so close to death because of me. Never have I had to face this, and I’m sorry I am not strong enough to face this.Know you’ll always be in my heart. But please find peace and love where you may.

I release you, my love

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justheretop0st · 2 years

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Another

She did not know what she did to me. She was my light. She was my friend. She was with another.

He traveled with us, and love wasn't something that belonged in war and such. But he chose to come with us to help. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but I shouldn’t have accepted him so easily. We were fine before him. We had synergy that kept us protected. She wasn’t mine, but I could feel that she felt something too.

Months on the road and doing what we could in the crisis kept us alone and away from society. She tried to keep the feelings mutual. But I could tell what he was doing. I could see that he looked at her. I could see how he would touch her, patting her shoulder and even giving her hugs to calm her during the storms. Anything he could to get close to her.

I tried my best to keep her focused. I promised myself I would wait until it was safe to confess my love for her. She didn’t need distractions. She was the Dragonborn with the world on her shoulders. I wasn’t about to add to her worries. But he overstepped his welcome with me.

He took her aside and kissed her. He held her in his arms, and she didn’t fight it. She let him do it. I so badly wanted to rush for her. To stand between her and this heathen that decided he could do what he wanted. Her laugh is what stopped me. Her smile and the adoration in her eyes kept me from rushing to her.

They did try to keep it a secret, but eventually they got sloppy. Even if I didn’t know from the start, it wasn’t difficult to figure out. I was caught in a wave of despair, confusion and heartbreak. I was caught between being her supportive friend and a furious interest. But I knew that I couldn’t live without her in my life.

Somehow I would have to make it through their moments of love. Holding hands along the roads. Kissing each other before a mission. Sleeping in each other’s arms. My chest burned each time I saw them. I had no solace. Only if I chose to abandon my nightly watch to leave them helpless, and I couldn’t do that. Not to her.

It burned to see her with another. It sparked a pattern wanting to leave and deciding to stay with the grind. She needed me. Even if she had another.

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justheretop0st · 2 years

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Memory Spell

“I’ve examined the Briarheart warrior.”

“Oh have you?” Neloth looked up from the research that lay on his desk. Both surprised and eager to begin. “Well let me just extract those memories and I’ll see if you found anything useful.”

She rolled her eyes and caught the slightest of shake of her husbands head from the corner of her eye. He had debated her about helping this Dark Elf, but her nature wouldn’t allow her to pass up an opportunity. They had traveled far to gather the information Neloth desired. It wasn’t out of the way, but it was a long distance away from home. Away from their children.

“I promise that any unrelated memories I run across will be kept in the strictest of confidences.” With this comment, she did freeze. Neloth would see everything? A blush came across her face and she opened her mouth to speak. But she was cut off by the whoosh and glow of blue around her.

Neloth absorbed this energy, during the process his eyes widened and he turned away from her. “Neloth..”

“Ahem, as I said. Anything unrelated would be kept. But I will say you two are animals. Don’t you dare think about doing that on Tel Mithryn grounds. Am I clear?” There was a shade of dark on the tip of the Dunmer’s ears. Not surprising since he didn’t expect the memories he got.

“You’re clear.” Was all she could mumble, her hands to her sides and head hanging low. Why didn’t she remember that the spell would record everything? Well it didn’t help when her husband knew how to get her going. They really needed self control.

She turned around and ushered her shocked husband from the tower, needing some space from this unfortunate happening. Talvas stopped just beside the exit, apparently on his way to his master. But concern was visibly on his face.

“Are you ok? You look rather pale.” She only shot Neloth a glance and nodded before proceeding. A simple wave goodbye to the Mer and the two were finally outside. Finally able to breath and continue on their travels.

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