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martindeservedbetter · 2 months

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loathing you wasn't right

Teldryn Sero x F! Dragonborn! Reader word count: 2118 triggers: none

"You're going back to Skyrim… without me?! Why?!"

"It's just…" she stared off, not wanting to meet Teldryn's upset eyes.

"... I didn't want to bring you home, to Skyrim, that is. I just wanted two lives, a Dragonborn for one, and a welcoming adventurous patron for the other. Which means-"

"You don't want me to ruin your perfect picture… what a load of crap. Fine. Go on then, go do your Skyrim things. Just know that I'll be exploring Tamriel on my own, and I won't be here when you get back."

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Skip forward two weeks and Teldryn was still wasting away his days in the Retching Netch, hoping that maybe, just maybe she'd come back to him.

"Still moping over Y/n, I see," Geldis teased, placing a drink down in front of Teldryn, who sat at the bar for once, rather than the upper-level seating area.

"I paid for a drink, not a snide remark, Geldis."

"Just go out adventuring as you said. Get your mind off of her."

"And where should I be going? Hmm? The only way off this rock is to Skyrim, and I don't fancy running into her."

"Is it perhaps because you fancy her? You get it because-"

"I don't need this," Teldryn stood up, tossing Geldis some septims, grabbed his sujamma, and turned to leave the corner club.

"You can't run from your feelings, Teldryn!"

"Just watch me!”

He retorted, securing his chitin helmet back on his head before being met with the ashen atmosphere of Raven Rock.

Oh, how he loathed the place.

Sure, he had made it his home for countless years and had made many fond memories with the people, but he loathed it all the same.

Teldryn seemed to loathe many things.

He loathed the way she laughed and said his name.

He loathed the fact that she would hug him after a battle.

He loathed the way she stared in awe of their campfires.

And most importantly, he loathed the way his chest hurt when he thought of her.

“Damn her.”

It was like he couldn’t look around at the village in front of him, because all he saw were the memories bubbling up. He only stared ahead, trying to blot out any of his thoughts, and it came as no surprise to himself that he found himself pushing through the doors of her home.

The large manor she had been given was dark and cold. She had left many of her belongings behind. And Teldryn would fondly stare at them, as he continued down into the main part of her home.

“You’re more than welcome to stay here with me, Teldryn.”

“You can’t actually mean that, Y/n.”

“No, I do. It’s too large to live in alone. There’s this room over here,” she grabbed his hand and pulled him over,” I would love it if it was yours.”

“Then I’ll stay. If that’s what you wish.”

Teldryn stared down at his hand clenching and unclenching it, before shaking his head and scolding himself for trying to remember how pleasant her hand felt in his-

“Just stop it! You’re Teldryn Sero! The best swordsman in Morrowind! You’re not some lovesick s’wit, so stop acting like one.”

It was a lame attempt at clearing his mind, but he accepted it all the same and made his way into the master bedroom. Her bedroom.

What a mistake.

Her room still smelled of her, the same smell that filled his nose as she would bury her face into his chest while hugging. And although every part of him told him to leave, he stayed.

He fell onto her bed, overwhelmed by the scent of her and the softness of the furs that covered her blanket.

“Y/n… why did you leave me..?”

He muttered, tearing the helmet back off of his face and tossing it far away from him.

He heard the shattering of glass, and he cringed.

“Damn it…”

He slowly brought himself to his feet and saw the shattered vase on her desk, and as he gathered the pieces, his eyes caught the scribbling of his name.

Teldryn Sero

He set the shards aside and opened the folded paper.

I have to leave Solstheim. I can’t stay any longer, I refuse to fall anymore in love with him. Teldryn Sero… such a grumpy elf… but that didn’t stop my foolish heart. Those crimson eyes have me swooning and I want to wake up to the rasp of his voice in the morning for hundreds of thousands of mornings. But he doesn’t deserve to deal with the life I lead. The constant never knowing if I’ll return again. The endless traveling and speaking to officials, not to mention the threat of the civil war… Teldryn deserves to follow someone, to love someone that’s not me.

I’ll suffer for a thousand years if it means that Teldryn is happy.

“Stupid… so stupid…”

That didn’t stop the shaking of his hands or the pounding of his heart.

It was astonishing to learn that she had felt the same all this time. For Teldryn, it was like time stood still. Everything he loathed about her wasn't quite what he thought.

He loved the way she laughed and said his name.

He loved the fact that she would hug him after a battle.

He loved the way she stared in awe of their campfires.

He loved her.

Teldryn wanted her to wake up in his arms and see that smile she wore after hearing his voice. He wanted morning kisses and slow dances in the kitchen. He wanted everything you would never think a mercenary would want, he wanted to be loved.

Teldryn's body seemed to drag itself out of her home and back to the docks, staring out at the grayed sky and the barren harbor.

He stared out at the abyss of sea separating him from her.

"The Northern Maiden is set to return today."

"Hmm?"

Teldryn turned to the voice of the Nordic docks worker.

"You look like a man who needs to be elsewhere."

"Well thank you for telling me what I look like, I truly appreciate it."

"I'm just trying to help-"

"And I don't need it. Please go run along, and do whatever it is you do," Teldryn retorted, snapping at the poor man.

The Nord quickly scampered away from the Dunmer.

"You know, you didn't have to scare the boy, Teldryn. He did give you the information you wanted." Spoke the familiar voice.

"...I didn’t recall needing your opinion, Geldis,” Teldryn called, turning around to face his only friend.

“Ah,” spoke the Dunmeri barkeep,” but you clearly need it. You’ve been falling apart for weeks. What changed and brought you here? Did you finally realize?”

“Realize what? There’s nothing to realize-”

“Teldryn Sero, you must be a s’wit if you haven’t realized it yet. You’re in love with the Dragonborn.”

Teldryn scoffed and turned away from him.

“You can’t even lie and say no. You’ve just gotten quiet for the first time in your life.”

“You haven’t known me nearly that long-”

“That doesn’t mean you’re not the grumpy mercenary that sat in my bar for months, boasting his skills. You’re not a quiet mer, Teldryn. Just admit it.”

“No, alright? She’s already gone, and she’s been gone. Realizing something so significant now will just… just make the pain in my chest worse.”

"...you'll never be better if you don't admit it. If you truly want to move on-"

"Ah, but there's a problem Geldis. I don't want to. I don't think I can. I've never loved a man or mer before in my 200 years of life…"

"So you're holding on. You're going to spend your dying breaths waiting for that girl to return…"

"I've never made the best decisions, Geldis, you know that. Just let me have this."

"Just promise yourself and me this, you'll tell her if you see her again. You'll tell her everything Teldryn.”

“I guess I can try.”

He huffed, trying to maintain his composure and arrogant demeanor, but by Azura, he should’ve known the mer could see through it.

“Teldryn.”

“Fine, I’ll do it. I’ll tell Y/n that I… that I-”

He faked a cough, trying to cover his tracks with a ‘damn ash’.

“You’re a sorry excuse for a Dunmer if you can’t say three words.”

“She isn’t here, so I don’t have to say a word.”

Teldryn walked down the pier, fully ignoring Geldis’s protests.

And now we’re back to being a lovesick s’wit, fantastic. At least I can catch the first boat out of here, now to just…

He once again threw back on his helmet and leaned against the stone building, deciding now was a good time to get his rest before boarding the ship. He had learned how to sleep standing upright after being a mercenary for quite a number of years. The man let out a sigh and settled into a comfortable position before drifting into a light sleep.

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“Teldryn?”

Ah, her voice. What a cruel joke, can’t even dream in peace.

“Silly mer…”

He felt something brush against his jaw through the scarf.

“I’ll cut your hand off if you don’t put it down,” he muttered, not bothering to open his eyes.

“Well, it’s a good thing that wasn’t my hand then.”

Then the voice proceeded to do the same thing again, which quickly brought Teldryn out of any drowsiness he had.

“I already warned you-! Y/n?”

His voice softened when he recognized her, and he felt his face begin to warm in embarrassment.

“Hey… I’m back.”

“...Why?”

He watched her face shift into one of amusement to a bittersweet one.

“I missed you. It was a mistake to leave. I wasn’t expecting to find you here.”

“I never left…”

He muttered, turning his face away.

“I’m glad…” she slipped her hand into his, interlocking their fingers.

Teldryn looked down at their hands, and couldn’t quell the anxiety that came off of him in droves.

“I uh… I need to tell you something.”

“Of course, Teldryn. You can tell me anything.”

“So…” he sucked in a sharp breath.

“...I didn’t exactly know how to cope with you leaving. Hit the Netch every night, and tried to sleep the day away…”

She began to run her thumb across the back of his gloved hand.

“...and I just… had so much resentment for you. It took those two weeks for me to figure it out but… I’ve learned that I simply adore your smile…”

He took a short pause to catch the embarrassed smile that ghosted her lips.

“...that I enjoyed your hugs, that I found your facial expressions… pleasant.”

“Oh yeah?”

That stupid smile of hers had come back to stay, clearly amused by his awkwardness.

"I suppose I learned that I… love you."

"I love you too Teldryn."

It blew him away how she answered him immediately, this interesting shine in her eyes. It took him a moment to realize that they were tears.

"Don't cry," he mused, wiping the tears away from her face.

"I'm just so happy. I really thought I had lost you…"

"Never. I would have waited a thousand years for you, just to have this."

Teldryn brought her hand to his lips, brushing the scarf away, and placing a kiss to her knuckles.

"Really?" She smiled, still in tears, but clearly feeling better about the situation.

"Really."

"Can I ki-"

She put her hands up to the sides of his face.

"Please do," he muttered in response, pulling the chitin helmet off and dropping it.

Y/n pulled him down to meet her, lips connecting and sending chills down his spine, pleasantly surprised by the feelings he received, he smiled into the kiss.

She was the first to pull away, grinning like an idiot, but Teldryn knew he looked the same.

"Be mine?"

"I assumed we were already there, but absolutely."

"S'wit."

"You love me."

He rolled his eyes, failing to stop smiling as well.

"I simply adore you."

Teldryn watched as her face wore a soft smile and she seemed to lose her footing.

"Oh, you like that? You want more pleasant compliments?" Teldryn teased.

"Stop being mean."

"Never," he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

She gave a soft hum in response.

"Any jobs available? I'd love to bring my mercenary along."

"Well I heard the Skaals could use some help, though, it's far too cold for my liking."

"That sounds like a new adventure. Let's go!"

He quickly grabbed his helm as she dragged him by the hand.

And by Azura, did he love her more than anything.

#first fic i've posted on here!#i originally posted these on wattpad and now i wanna see how well they do on tumblr #skyrim #tes v #tes #teldryn sero #teldryn sero x reader #teldryn sero x dragonborn #the elder scrolls #elder scrolls skyrim #teldryn x reader #tes fic #martindeservedbetter #solstheim

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dovahkinniez · 1 year

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Can I ask for some teldryn headcanons on how he might act to his lover being a race from a distant land and not much is known about them? Does he ask lots of questions, is he kinda meh, or what?

` 𖤓 . . . TELDRYN SERO.

He'd be so interested?

I see him as a knowledgeable man, and when he finds stuff he's not aware of, he makes it his mission to find out.

It's probably what drew him towards you in the first place!

Noticing you were 'different' is what made him go !! Because this man has been everywhere, seen everything - he thought anyway.

So as you grew closer he'd ask you question after question. He'd basically study you, your people, your homeland.

He'd want to visit your homeland too, and would be lowkey annoyed if he wouldn't be able to.

It's a mixture of 'I need to know. I need to experience everything' but also 'this person is the love of my life and I need to experience their life.'

Honestly? Its super cute, his interest is amazing and seeing his reactions to stories makes it all the more better to tell him everything there is to know.

If you're a bit of a joker and tell little lies for the fun of it, he'd notice almost instantly. He knows you and when you're serious, he'd raise a brow and be like, 'k. Now tell me the truth' -.-

LMFAOOOO -

If he sees things that might remind you of home he'll make sure to get it and give it you, 'thought you'd like it' He'd say, shrugging but you'd notice it's something similar that you told him about before.

He loves to hear the stories especially before sleeping. To just close his eyes and chill, listening to you tell him about your family and silly little things, and even though he's tired and half asleep, he always somehow remembers.

#skyrim x reader #elder scrolls x reader #skyrim headcanon #skyrim scenarios #skyrim x dovahkiin #elder scrolls skyrim #skyrim #elder scrolls #teldryn sero x reader #teldryn sero x dragonborn #teldryn sero skyrim #skyrim teldryn sero #teldryn sero

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argisthebulwark · 6 months

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summary: Terms of endearment Skyrim men would use for you as your partner. gn reader, no pronouns or y/n used. feat: Vilkas, Cicero, Brynjolf, Farkas, Miraak, Erandur, Teldryn, Arnbjorn warnings: minor allusion to suggestive content, mention of blood. and some swears.

Darling Vilkas, who wields terms of endearment with both kindness and sarcasm. Who knows how to get under your skin or comfort you with just one word. "Oh darling, have you forgotten who trained you? More than anyone else, I know your limits." He would sneer, face flushed when he rounds on you after a disagreement. "My darling," Vilkas would whisper in the dead of night, when your hands are tangled in his hair and you can taste the wine on his breath. "My darling." He breathes just before kissing you, all worries melting away. Cicero is giddy at the idea of his Listener having special titles only he is permitted to use. Who spins you around the Sanctuary when your mood is low, showering you in kisses and praise until he sees the smile he loves so dearly. He would say it often, soft and full of love during a stolen moment alone or brashly in front of any new recruit whose eyes lingered a touch too long. "Oh, darling Listener." He would sigh, gazing at you with unabashed adoration. "Cicero loves you more than words can say."

Sweetheart Brynjolf, who says it with that crooked smile that never fails to melt your heart. Who murmurs the pet name when he finds you slumped behind the Guild Master's desk glaring at the rolls of parchment piled haphazardly before you. Brynjolf who scoops you into his arms, planting a kiss on your forehead and allowing you to grumble about your day. "Hold still, sweetheart." Brynjolf would breathe against your skin, clutching you to his chest as the manor's steward paces its hallways. Farkas, who cups your face so gently and speaks as if you are the only one in his world. Who calls you his sweetheart as he wipes the blood of fallen bandits from your cheeks and checks you for injuries. Who helps you out of your armor after a hard day, sinking into a warm bath and combing the hair away from your face. "You alright, sweetheart?" Farkas would call over the clashing of swords, needing an assurance that you haven't fallen.

My love/My beloved Miraak, whose voice drips with devotion when he calls out to you. That touch of reverence never fades from his tone, eyes softening when he stares at you. Miraak who attempts to cover the depth of his love with sarcasm but would fall to his knees for you if asked, who believes his unnaturally long life's only purpose is to adore you. "My beloved," that deep voice rumbles through his chest as he gazes up at you, ungloved hands twisted in your robes. "One whose soul speaks to mine." Erandur, who speaks tender words of love as a form of worship. Who sings your praises with every breath. Whether it's a retelling of his salvation to an enraptured crowd in some small tavern or against the skin of your thighs he devotes himself to you, the one he loves. "My love," he would murmur over and over, lavishing attention upon you. "My most beloved, you must take better care of yourself. I cannot imagine this world without you, my heart."

Fucker Teldryn, who slaps a hand on your thigh with his head thrown back in laughter. Your gut muscles ache and your voice is hoarse from hours of laughing at each other's stories but you never want such a night to end. Other patrons have stumbled off to bed and you're sure that Geldis is glaring daggers at the pair of you but Teldryn's easy laugh is far more intoxicating than the drinks forgotten on a nearby table. "Oh, you fucker." Teldryn would say, the affection clear in his voice. He drags your chair closer to his, allowing you a closer look at his flushed cheeks and sharp teeth. Arnbjorn, with his gruff exterior that you somehow cracked through. His tough heart that you wormed your way into, the softness he saves for the rare moment alone. He is not one for tenderness but conveys his feelings in a way you understand, a subtle love language you learned over time. "Why do I like you again?" He would grumble, forced annoyance coating the affection in his tone when you squirm closer to him. "Fucker." The word is harsh, a contrast to the soft way his calloused hands brush over your skin. "I didn't want to fall for you, y'know."

#skyrim #skyrim fanfic #x reader fanfic #writing #vilkas #cicero #brynjolf #farkas #miraak #erandur #teldryn sero #arnbjorn #skyrim x reader

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xjunkriidx · 1 year

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Kaidan: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?

Y/N: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies.

Inigo: Socks are Feetie Heaties.

Lydia: Forks are Stabby Grabbies.

Serana: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties.

Miraak: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies.

Teldryn: Stamps are Lickie Stickies.

Lucien: You are disappointments.

#incorrect skyrim quotes #skyrim memes #skyrim x reader #inigo the brave #kaidan skyrim #kaidan x ldb #lydia #serana #miraak #teldryn sero #lucien flavius

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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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sanicsmut · 1 year

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REQUESTS INFORMATIONS

CHECK IN MY BIO IF THEYRE OPEN BEFORE ASKING PLEASE

IF YOU ASK ANYWAYS AND THEYRE CLOSED, I JUST WONT TAKE IT, SORRY

Want some headcanons? A one-shot with YOU as a main character, being in love with your fictional crush?

I can do it !!

Just send me the ask and I'll do it* :)

*I have the right to refuse if I don't know how to write the character, if I'm not inspired, if I don't want to write this specific topic. However, unless it's a very bad topic (like... idk, adultxchild relationship, things like that), I won't be angry or anything with you, so if you're not sure you can always ask if I write the topic you're thinking of!!

CHARACTERS I CAN WRITE FOR!!

THE ELDER SCROLLS

• Teldryn Sero

• Serana

• Harkon

• Fennorian

• Lyris Titanborn

• Razum-Dar

• Queen Ayrenn

• Prince Naemon

• The Wilderking

• Aranias

• Darien Gautier

• Elam Drals

• Jakarn

• Clavicus Vile

• Sotha Sil

• Vivec

• Almalexia

RESIDENT EVIL 7/8

• Alcina Dimitrescu

• Bela, Cassandra and Daniela

• Karl Heisenberg

• Mother Miranda

• Chris Redfield

• Zoe Baker

(not sure if I'll put Ethan on this list since we might have a fictive of him in our system, sorry)

POKEMON FANDOM SOON

And maybe others to come !! (including other sources)

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coffee-at-daybreak · 3 months

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what we want | teldryn sero x reader

Ever since you helped clear Raven Rock mine recently, the town was seeing a boom in business. Miners were flocking to get their share of work in. As a result, the Retching Netch would become quite hectic every night, seeing as all the exhausted workers just wanted a nice meal and drink and a comfy place to stay. You were lucky to have come into the inn when you did, before the rush, so you managed to snag a table tucked away in the corner. You stare at the half-finished loaf of bread you’d been picking at, lost deep in thought despite the ruckus around you.

You’re jolted out of it when you feel a boot tap against your own under the table. “Still awake, serjo?” Teldryn asks.

You look up at him, met with his slightly concerned but amused red eyes. “Huh?”

“You haven’t even had a drink yet and you look out of it.” He tilts his head. “Everything alright?”

How dare he ask you that, with that damned helmet off, staring at you with those damned alluring eyes, on that damned captivating face of his. You’ve seen it before, but the effect it has on you is just as intense as the first time - your skin gets warm, your mouth goes dry, and your belly feels like it’s housing a frenzied moth with all its fluttering.

But you maintain your composure, thank the gods. You nod at him. “Y-yes, I’m just … thinking.”

“About what?”

You gulp, nervousness wringing your already unstable belly into a knot. “Well…"

Teldryn chuckles. “Uh oh.”

There’s a long pause as he patiently waits for you to gather your words. The sound of voices and laughter echo off the walls of the inn. You toss around options in your head for a moment, but you finally go with the blunt, flat approach.

“What are we?” You ask.

He simply stares at you for a second. “..What?” He finally shoots back, in a tone that makes you feel like you just asked something silly.

But it’s not something silly to you. There’s a lot about him and your relationship that you do know. You know that you started out as a simple patron and hireling pair. You were acquaintances, people who talked only to discuss plans and money and whatnot. Then you were friends - you talked about your backgrounds, about your adventures, about your interests and dreams. You went from simply using his company, to actually cherishing it.

And you don’t know when, or how, but you strayed onto the messy path of more than friends. His lingering touches when he helped adjust your armor. The soft tone you started to adopt when you said his name. The way you two embraced after a brutal, exhausting battle at a bandit fort. Sharing a bed at an inn or holding hands to stay together in a crowded city. In the heat of the moment, these things all came naturally to you, and you honestly had never given it much thought before.

But it hit you this morning, when you two had been locked in a practice sparring session, and one particular moment had you mere inches apart, and all you wanted to do was pin him down and kiss the life out of him. But he’d leaned back, declaring you’d had enough practice and it was time to get moving. And you’d finally felt the strangling weight of that dreaded thought.

You didn’t know what you were - just a patron and their hireling, or something more.

“W-well, it’s just…” You rub at your neck nervously. Your pulse sounds like thunder in your ears. “I don’t want to assume anything, but sometimes it feels like… maybe we…”

You can’t even get the words out. There’s a strange, suffocating fear gripping at your chest. You can’t help but worry that this will turn out to be a grand misunderstanding, and you’ll be made to look like a fool. Knowing that could end in Teldryn leaving your side is all the more terrifying.

He is silent for a second, which only increases your fear. Then he’s cracking a smile, one side of his mouth lifting. “You are adorable, Dovahkiin.”

Heat grows under your cheeks. You watch him as he crosses his arms and leans back in his chair. His boot taps yours again, playfully.

“What do you want us to be?” He asks.

You blink at him. “Wha- you can’t ask me that!”

“Why not?” He laughs.

“You could be setting me up here,” you mumble. The warmth on your skin is spreading everywhere, and you worry you’ll start sweating any minute now.

“Now, now, I may have my dark side, but I’m not evil.” Teldryn’s smile turns into a grin. “I just want to hear you say it.”

“You are the worst. I regret saying anything.”

“Come on, tell me.” His eyes narrow, staring at you with paralyzing intensity. “What do you want us to be, serjo?”

You fight the urge to pick up your abandoned piece of bread and throw it at him. Instead, you take a deep breath in. You shift your foot under the table, extending it so that your leg leans into his a little. He holds your gaze, but you notice the way his eyes relax from their narrowed glare.

“I want us to be more,” you say, trying to keep your voice as firm and as steady as you can keep it. “I want you to be more than just a mercenary, and I want to be more than just your boss. I want us to be together because we want to be, not because we have to be.”

There’s another tense silence, in which he continues to simply stare at you. Panic overtakes you and you wave your hands in front of you a little. “Unless of course, you don’t want the same. Then I shall pay you a handsome amount of septims and we can pretend I never-”

“Sh.” He interrupts sharply, which works because you stop and look back at him. Your entire body is in overdrive. Your heart feels like it might leap out of your throat.

Teldryn’s smile softens. He unfolds one of his arms and pats at his lap. “Come here.”

You give him a split second “are you insane” look but he urges you again. You swallow the last of your nerves and stand, knees feeling a little weak as you step over to him. You take a very unsure, very careful seat on his leg. One of his arms immediately wraps around your waist to pull you closer. His other arm dives to pick up your legs and drape them across his lap, so you are situated comfortably against him.

It’s not fear that’s fueling your crazed heart rate anymore, but a thrill of elation. Especially your eyes lock with his, and you realize you’ve never seen them this close up before, their intense red color more hypnotizing than ever. In the cozy lantern lights of the inn, you could sit and study his details forever, from the angles of his face to the tiniest scar notched into his skin.

“Firstly, I don’t do this with any of my patrons,” he says , his voice so much closer and warmer, now that you hear it better amongst the noise of the inn.

“I’d hope not. Because if so, you might be in the wrong field of employment,” you quip, and his body quivers beneath your own with his laughter. You snake an arm around his neck, resting it over his shoulders. You can’t help but smile, a cheesy but genuine smile. Relief starts to sweep through you, eradicating the last of your worries.

“Second, consider this my resignation as your hireling,” Teldryn continues.

You arch an eyebrow in question. “What is your new title, then?” You dare to ask.

His hand moves off your leg and reaches out to take your own hand into it. You’d never felt his hand without his gloves on before. His skin is calloused but warm, and like him, it feels so strong, so protective.

He lifts your joined hands to his lips, planting a delicate kiss on your knuckles. “Yours. All yours,” he murmurs against your skin.

Were he not holding you so firmly right now, you might have actually swooned. That flutter in your abdomen floats up to your chest, where your heart feels like it’s blooming in joy. You don’t even care if there happens to be anyone looking at you two. It’s hard to care about anything else right now when he’s holding you like this, and looking at you with a tenderness reserved for only you.

“I do like the sound of that,” you admit. “I’ll approve it, so long as we make it fair and you consider me yours as well.”

He grins up at you, his arm giving you a playful squeeze around your abdomen. “Deal.” Then he lowers his arm at your back, which drops you just enough for him to lean in and join your lips together, as if to seal your new agreement.

#teldryn sero my beloved #skyrim #elder scrolls #tesv #dragonborn #reader insert #tes #dovahkiin #elder scrolls skyrim #fanfic #gender neutral reader #teldryn sero #brb gonna go use mods to marry him once more

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maybemanyskeletonhats · 1 year

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Hey!

I hope you are feeling good.

I read a lot of your works, and i love them, THEY ARE FABULOUS!!!

I hope to not bother or annoy you by making my request (in case forgive me, it wasn't my intention).

Could you write Reader x Elves? about how the elves would react to their s / o that due to this tremendous heat, they continue to feel bad/ill (literally these temperatures leading me to exhaustion ).

Thank you for everything, and i wish to you a nice day .

(Forgive me for my poor English, it isn't my first language).

Sotha Sil immediately takes notice of the fact they are visibly dizzy. Has water fetched for them as he goes to tweak his creation so it's just abit cooler. "I'll alter today's weather, you seem ill." He hides his concerned gaze

Vivec probably also hates the days where the warm heat in Vvardenfell turns too hot for even his tastes. Sometimes it's bearable, other times its not. Notices their disorientation and has someone get them water and shade quickly. He's seen people pass out before...it's...frightening. "a little steamy today wouldn't you say?"

Almalexia is usually in the shade but when she's out in the sun she'll sometimes fan herself or her partner when they both feel hot. Also water. Drink water. No they don't get a choice. "Drink. Don't give me that look."

Voryn Dagoth grew used to the heat. But is really in tune with catching those who aren't. If they are teetering on the edge of passing out he will convince them to lie down and have a glass of water at their bedside.

Mannimarco can't feel the heat and it takes him a surprising amount of time to catch on that they don't feel good. Even if he doesn't really get hot himself all that much. He'll gladly feign relief to go indoors if it makes them feel better. "Hmph."

Neloth finds that the tower is usually cooler due to the walls taking in water from the ground but he immediately feels the change when he steps out in the sun. Complains till both he and his partner can get indoors. Sadly they're both terrible at dealing with it. "By malacath it's HOT."

Divayth Fyr isn't usually bothered by the heat himself because he's had SO long to get used to it. But he's smart enough to know they aren't. So he makes sure they drink water and nudges them to sit down when they don't feel well. "Sit down. Oh please they don't care what you do."

Ondolemar hates being in Markarth in the summer but being in the keep usually helps him..they don't have that luck unfortunately. So when they arrive back eyes fluttering and skin red he's immediately tense and ready to catch them when they fall. Barks at the poor chef to get them water. "Go, you imbecile, water!"

Indoril Nerevar is usually used to it but when it gets real bad even he's somewhat light headed. He gets them water himself and will even idly wave a fan at them to help them cool off. He can't change the weather but he can most certainly try to help.

Vanus Galerion is leaning on them also. They both can't stand the hot temperature with no breeze. when they both get to shade and water he drops to his knees in relief. "By the GODS." Has them drink and lie on their back till they feel better.

Teldryn Sero feels for them. Truly. He had years to get used to it especially when wearing so much armor. Tosses his canteen to them and subtlety pushes them into places where it's gonna be cooler. What do you mean? He's not worried.

#the elder scrolls #elder scrolls morrowind #sotha sil #eso #vivec #almalexia #neloth #divayth fyr #teldryn sero #voryn dagoth #indoril nerevar #vanus galerion #ondolemar

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skyrim-forever · 9 months

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22, 18 and 12 for the Asks To Spread Love

Awe thank you friend!

22. Give kudos to someone who deserves recognition for their contributions to the fandom (event mod, server mod, creator of rec lists, etc.)

I'm going to go with one of my favourite blogs @argisthebulwark they write some amazing works (at my core im an x reader gal), so many different characters and it's all so good too??? My self-care routine includes going to their master list and rereading anything with Teldryn Sero or Erandur. If you're not reading their work what are you doing then??? :P

18. Something you initially did not like but came around to

Never in a million years did I ever think I'd want to play Morrowind but here I am! Ready to purchase it next payday haha

Also Master Neloth, I went from having no opinion on him to <3 <3 <3 because of tesblr brainwashing :P

12. Recommend some fanart of an uncommon character, place, or event

I'm going to recommend this post by @thana-topsy because it is truly one of my favourite things on this website, Bong Neloth is beautiful and just like me :)

#tag games #tesblr #tw: weed

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dovahkinniez · 1 year

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NSFW alphabet for Teldryn please?

` 𖤓 . . . NSFW ALPHABET: TELDRYN SERO.

Hell yeahhhh.

Not proofread, so ignore of tell me if any mistakes pls. <3

18+ only! Sexual content ahead, minors dni!!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

At first this man is a bit oblivious to it, he's never had sex in a 'loving relationship' as he'd call it so he's used to the bang and dash, but it's different with you and he's learning to be more of an attentive man.

Use your words, tell him what you want and with time it sort of becomes a routine he knows by heart and loves. He loves to cuddle with you, to breathe you in. Feel you close to him. He loves to bathe together too, skin to skin, tiny kisses along your bare shoulders as you clean up.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: I don't see Tel as someone who really takes notice of himself. So he doesn't have a favourite part of his own body. But he likes how his body feels against yours.

Yours: ass. He loves to grab and squeeze and jiggle your ass. Loves when he eats you out when you're on your hands and knees so he can give attention to that bunda, man loves it. He also loves your hands too. No matter if they're big or small. He likes to watch them wrap around his cock.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He's a dirty bastard and anywhere is game. On your back, stomach, face, ass, anywhere. He gets satisfaction from seeing it on you tbh. Makes him wanna go another round.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes to hear about your past experiences and your fantasies so he can recreate them but 10x better, to get the satisfaction that he'll be the best and only person to make you feel that way.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's experience, he's not young and knows what he's doing. He's never had a relationship, been too busy. Never had time. Or the feelings deep enough to call it a relationship but he's had sexual partners before, so he definitely knows, and he's good too. Really good.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

Missionary, likes to see your face as he fucks you. Tbh any position he can see your face. He feeds off seeing you in pleasure, watching your body as it wiggles in anticipation with your mouth open and eyes screwed shut.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He's not that goofy but he's not very serious either. He's the type to make the odd comment here and there, mainly sarcasm you could link with a hint of degradation/humiliation. But he's not the type to joke around or be straight faced 'Mr. Grey' either...

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He. Doesn't. Care. He's lazy. He's busy. He doesn't have time to venture his own wilds to tame it. He'd do it if you asked though. Only for you. As for you, again. He doesn't care. If you shave, cool. If you don't, cool. He's always preferred his cats longhaired anyway (I'm so sorry that was a terrible joke)

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He's intimate in a fun way. I don't see him as a sappy person in general, so don't expect much in that department. But he's fun with it. Lots of kisses, especially the ones that tickle your skin as he peppers them across your body. The type to like eye contact and to watch you come undone which can be a very intimate moment.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He may be a sexual person but he has self control. He doesn't masturbate that much. Only if he's stressed out or had a long day and you aren't around to get it down n dirty. But when he does he thinks of all the things he wants to do with you and things he already has.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Overstimulation: loves to see you overstimulated, begging and crying and shaking. It gives him a boost of the ego that he's the reason you're in that state. He also loves how needy and clingy you become too.

Somnophillia: he likes it either way. Of course consent and permission always. If you don't want him to do it to you, that's fine. No worries but you're allowed to him any time. He loves waking up to a surprise, every good day starts with your mouth around him.

Bondage: loves to tie you up, he thinks you look so pretty when restrained, he uses red rope because it compliments your skin and loves to tease you and see you struggle against the rope.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Mainly bedroom. In the comfort of your home or something alike it. He isn't the type to share, even the sound of your moans. That's for him, and him only. He can be pretty traditional in that sense, possessive and protective. What's his is his so he sticks to places you're fully his.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Pretty much anything. Rub your ass against him and you'll feel something digging in the lower part of your back in a matter of seconds.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Again, possessive. No sharing. Whatsoever.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Hes defo the type use his mouth on the front and back, if ya get me. He loves ass. I just know he's good at it too. Like roll your eyes at the back of your head until you see the stars good. He could go for hours too, his tongue fast and skilled.

He also loves when you suck him off too. Especially in the mornings or after a long week. It's like a reward. He lays back, relaxed and just focuses on the feeling, his hand gripping your hair, pushing your head down further.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He's dominant, soft and hard depends on the mood.

He's more of a pounder than a fast fucker. Ya get me? He likes to drag it out and pound it back in with no mercy and it feels so good. So he takes his time with his thrusts but they're never light, he likes to feel him slam into you, drives him crazy especially when your gasp and arch your back more and more each time he does it.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Nah, I don't see him being into quickies. He doesn't see the point in them. He needs time, and he wants you to cum at least three times. He's too greedy for something quick.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Letting you tie him up. He's usually the dom, but sometimes he let's you take the reigns and if you suggest tying him up, he's down to try it. He also grows to realise he loves praise too. Tell him he's good, and he's making you feel good.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Depends. He loves to lazily fuck you. But when he lazily fucks you he can do it for more than 2 rounds because he just let's lost in the feeling. But when he has the energy he can mostly go one round, but it lasts longer. Either way you both end up satisfied.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

If you own any, he'll definitely use them with you. For both your pleasure. This one is harder to answer since I doubt there's many sex toys in tamriel (unless you're like haelga and use horker tusks..ouch?)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Very unfair. He loves to see you get frustrated as he teases and edges you, making small comments as he laughs out and it's evil. But its sexy soooooo.... he's sadistically unfair. He loves it.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not too loud. He grunts and groans, especially in your ear or when his face is stuffed in your neck. But he is the type to groan as he goes down on you, it turns him on when tasting you, feeling his mouth on you.

W = Wild Card

He likes to watch you gag and choke on his cock, will purposely fuck your face to see your eyes fill up with tears.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

He's big, but not scarily big, like not 8+ big I'd say 6+, 7 inches. He's quite thick too and veiny.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high. But as I said. He has self control. He doesn't let it override him too bad. But he's already ready when you are.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Pretty fast. Once your heads are on that pillow and he knows you're comfortable he's off.

#skyrim x reader #elder scrolls x reader #skyrim headcanon #skyrim scenarios #skyrim x dovahkiin #elder scrolls skyrim #skyrim #elder scrolls #teldryn x reader #teldryn sero x reader #teldryn sero skyrim #skyrim teldryn sero #teldryn sero

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argisthebulwark · 8 months

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A Feast for My Eyes Only

summary: Small things that I believe would turn on some of our favorite Skyrim guys. gn reader, no y/n or pronouns used. featuring: Miraak, Farkas, Brynjolf, Vilkas, Balimund, Mercer, Teldryn warnings: Sexually suggestive content, minors do not read or interact. tagging @daedrabait because once again i am mercerposting

Miraak claims to be unaffected by mortal temptations until he meets you. When he witnesses how naturally you control the Thu’um and he feels the ancient power that resides deep within you. It is when you have him pinned, blade at his throat and eyes brimming with determination that his blood heats. He's never seen such beauty. Apocrypha crumbles at your voice, hand twisted into his robes to hinder any chance of escape when he dives in for the first kiss, unable to contain himself any longer.

Farkas is a sucker for your touch. Something as simple as you brushing hair out of his face or aiding in the placement of his armor is enough, he loves being able to touch you. After a long day he leaves Jorrvaskr behind to return home at your side. Farkas wants nothing more than to sink into a warm bath together, no armor in the way of allowing him to appreciate each inch of your body. He loves the way his hands look on your skin and the way your fingers trace along his scars, every small touch fueling the fire in his heart.

Brynjolf has become rather addicted to watching you work. When you skulk through a wealthy neighborhood in search of all their easily forgotten baubles and he struggles to track you his blood starts pumping. He follows you upstairs into some nobleman’s lavishly decorated chambers, stealth forgotten in his bid to spread you out on that ridiculously expensive bedding. He wants to make you writhe, to hear you moan until the neighbors know just how exquisite he alone can make you feel.

Vilkas finds it extremely difficult to maintain composure when you are demanding. When you command that he rests he is entirely at your whim. He is thrilled by your hands on his chest shoving him into bed, your body straddling his, the bliss of someone else in complete control of him. He’d never admit it to anyone else but he would beg for just one more taste of you. He gazes at you, knowing that he made the right choice loving the one person who brings him to his knees.

For Balimund, he finds that he is most undone by you when you are free from all the titles and duties. When you are wearing his shirt and lounging together. He finds you the most alluring when you are warm and cozy, wrapped around him without a worry in the world. He cannot keep his hands to himself when you are relaxed in his bed, everything forgotten but one another. When your skin is warm against his, hands sliding easily under loose clothes and sheets twisted around your bodies.

Despite his many secrets, Mercer seems to get a thrill out of the danger of being caught. Whether you’re spread over the messy desk he treasures or against the Vault’s chilly metal doors he loves to hear you moaning his name, each sound echoing through the Cistern. It's like he's daring one of the thieves to notice, blood heating each time someone mentions the marks you've left on him.

Teldryn has always enjoyed your banter but found himself head over heels when the mutual flirtation began to seep in. It is only when you cut the innuendo and lay it all out that he feels himself at a loss for words, when you tell him how badly you desire him and every impure thought that’s plagued your mind. He loves the way you speak to him, how vulnerable you are when it's just the two of you.

#skyrim #skyrim fanfic #x reader #writing #skyrim x reader #miraak #farkas #brynjolf #vilkas #balimund #mercer frey #teldryn sero #mdni

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xjunkriidx · 11 months

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Teldryn: Who do we know that has handcuffs?

Taliesin: Well, Y/N and I—

Y/N: *elbows him*

Taliesin: … wouldn’t know.

#incorrect skyrim quotes #skyrim memes #skyrim x reader #teldryn sero #skyrim taliesin #taliesin

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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The Sun Still Comes Up

Teldryn Sero x Dragonborn One-Shot

Word Count: 1.2K Warnings: Explicit Language, Slight Angst

Author's Note: I'm pissed I can't marry Teldryn. I love that old ass elf so much. So here's my devoted fic to him that's probably gonna be multiple parts. Enjoy! -Thorne

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She pushed the door open for the two of them, listening to him close it behind and lock it. “You’re welcome to the extra bedroom,” she said, already pulling the ebony dragon mask off and walking down the stairs. “I’ll see about getting something fixed for dinner after I change. Unless you’d rather go on down to the Retching Netch and eat.”

“Geldis is already turned in for the night,” Teldryn replied following her down the stairs. “I’d heard Severin Manor had new ownership. I wasn’t aware it was you.”

She shrugged. “I’d been planning for a home somewhere in the mountains but when the Second Councilor offered it, I couldn’t pass it up.” She gestured to everything. “I’ve got a blacksmithing room, enchanting and alchemy alcoves, and two big rooms. It’s got everything I need if I wanted to stay for a few years.”

“Do you plan to?” he asked, watching as she opened the extra bedroom and walked inside, him following.

“Maybe when I’m older. I’ve far too many responsibilities in Skyrim to just stay here right now.” Glancing back, she added, “Once I finish with the various things I have to do here, I’ll be on the ship back to Skyrim. Do you have any issues staying with me for the time being? It might be a few months before we really try and leave for the mainland.”

Teldryn grinned, pulling off the Chitin mask. “I’m following your coin purse, little lady. I’ll go wherever.”

She cocked an elegant brow and retorted, “I am not little. You are shorterthan me.”

“By a couple inches,” he said. “You do seem tall for a human.”

“Tall for a Nord, you mean.” She grinned. “There are some extra clothes I set aside in the chest. Help yourself.”

She bypassed him and shut the doors behind her, leaving him to take off his armor and change into something lighter, curiosity running through him at the sight of her elfish features on her face.

***

Teldryn found her at the top of the stairs near the firepit, one hand stirring what smelled like a delicious boar meat stew and the other petting a Nix-Hound that kept begging for scraps. She handed one to it and said, “That’s the last piece before this is done, Kaer.” The hound whined but laid down on the fur she’d set out for it, barking at Teldryn as he walked over; she glanced over her shoulder. “Everything fit alright?”

“It does,” he said. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Pull up a seat, the stew should be ready in just a bit.”

He did as she said and sat beside her, stretching his toes out towards the fire where he relaxed with a somewhat quiet sigh. They merely sat in silence, Teldryn listening to her chop a few vegetables on the cutting board in her lap before gently dropping them into the mix.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course, Sera,” she said, not taking her eyes off the bowl, though his were on her. “Ask my anything you wish.”

“Careful what you say,” he advised. “That opens up a new avenue of questions.”

“Ask your question.”

“You seem awfully comfortable around Dunmer. You’ve even used common phrases, though you mentioned you grew up on the border of Skyrim and Cyrodiil.”

“That’s correct,” she said, stirring the stew.

“How is it that you’ve come by so many Dunmer mannerisms?” She finally looked at him, and without her armor, Teldryn noticed the small tips of her ears, the higher cheekbones, and the hint of a gray in her skin tone, like freshly-fallen smooth ash—she looked like she was mixed with Dunmer.

“My father was a Dunmer,” she answered. “My mother was a Nord.”

Teldryn’s expression betrayed his surprise, crimson eyes widening slightly, dark brows arching towards his hairline. “Given the hate the two have for one another, I’m surprised that union occurred.”

She nodded her head in agreement, explaining, “My mother was married to some Imperial Legionnaire. A mean man, she once told me, cruel and abusive. One day they were travelling along the border back to Cyrodiil and she made a run for it into the forest.” Her eyes darkened. “He chased her down, shouting obscenities and all the things he was going to do to his ‘whore wife’ when he caught her.” She turned, focusing back on the fire. “He beat her. And before she fell unconscious, an arrow pierced his throat, followed by more that struck him down. My mother said this dark cloak man descended from the trees and picked her up, carrying her away.”

Setting the cutting board aside, she continued her story. “When my mother awoke, there was an elf preparing food for her. He spoke kind words, treated her wounds with grace, and took care of her until she healed.” A soft smile came across her lips. “They fell in love and married one another in a personal ceremony away from the world in the mountains. I was born a year later. They both trained me to be as strong as I am today, mother with her fighting abilities and father with his stealth and magic.”

Teldryn felt something shift in his chest at the affection in her voice. “You must love them greatly.”

And just like that, the happiness was gone, replaced by an overwhelming, overbearing grief. “I did. They were my everything.”

“You don’t have to speak it if you don’t wish to, Sera,” he murmured, and she reached quickly to her eye and wiped a tear away; he pretended he didn’t see it.

“No, it’s alright,” she whispered. “Mother got sick one day when I was about ten. They type of sickness that not even village healers can heal, nor father. She dwindled quickly and left us during the winter. Father was sickened with grief and longing.” Her eyes turned sad, and she added quietly, “One night after a year, he just…walked out the door of our home and never returned.”

She looked at him. “I never saw my father again. I was eleven and I spent every day of my life in fear that I would die of either sickness or famine or some other cruel fate until I reached adulthood.”

Teldryn took all her words in and replied, “But you didn’t. You survived.”

“I did,” she agreed. “And I carry mother and father with me wherever I go. When I do the right thing, when I save innocent lives, it’s them through me.” A laugh passed her lips. “I’m sorry, you must think that’s so foolish of me.”

“It’s not,” he corrected. “It’s…admirable.”

Her lips parted in silent shock, then a small smile graced her lips and she looked away. “Thank you, Teldryn.”

He felt a ghost of a smile cross his own, and he hummed, “You can thank me by handing me a bowl of that stew. It smells amazing and I am famished.”

“Oh, you’re so dramatic,” she laughed, rolling her eyes.

“Well,one of us has to be.”

She spooned the piping stew into the bowl and handed it to him, grinning, “I’m glad it’s you then, Teldryn.”

He winked. “Of course, Sera.”

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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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