Skyrim One-Shots

Teldryn Sero x Dragonborn!Reader ~Simple Masks~

You were furious.

Furious, because you had just spent 2 weeks on a ship, and even more so being you got a total of 10 hours of sleep.

For two weeks.

Cursing, you grabbed your bag of things and took a long step, feet now planted on a solid wood dock while you flicked your hood up. Already, you hated Solstheim. It smelled bad, ash was damn near everywhere, and you knew not a single soul here.

Dangerous. Solstheim was dangerous because people can and will take advantage of your position once they realized it.

A short, Dunmer male dressed in a fine robe stared you down once you'd checked you had all your things. Two guards protected his flank, and you scowled, eyelids feeling heavier by the second.

"Move, will you? I'm not here to cause trouble, and if you really want to lecture me, do it tomorrow at the inn. You have an inn here, right?" you muttered, glaring.

He huffed, "The Retching Netch, just by-"

"I'll find it. Let me pass, please," you grunted, waving your gloved hand to the side in a shooing motion.

"I am Adril Arano, Second Councilor of Raven Rock-"

"I don't fucking care who you are. I'll abide by Morrowind laws, because this is Morrowind, and you don't even have to start with your speech. Good day."

You scowled, sliding past him and trudging to land whilst mumbling profanities under your breath.

It took you 5 minutes to find The Retching Netch, and when you entered, you sped down the stairs and rented a room from the innkeeper within seconds. Being it was mid-day, there was only one patron there, clad in chitin armor and tucked away in the corner of the place and playing with a small fire spell.

A sellsword.

Exactly what you needed.

After the inn owner, Geldis Sadri, had pointed out your room and you dumped all your personal items in a messy heap, you quietly approached the mercenary.

The man looked up, face covered by his mask, and sighed. "Teldryn Sero, sellsword along with other things. 500, or I stay here." 

His voice told he was Dunmer, probably 150 or so. Not too young, but not old for his kind. Also, you liked his voice, just on first notice.

You chuckle tiredly, tossing a bag of 750 septims on the table, and his head moved to glance at it, then his attention was back on you, waiting for an explanation and likely expecting something long.

"I attract danger like a bunny, and I've gotten 10 hours of sleep in the last two weeks. Just keep watch on my room, make sure no one tries to enter. If I don't come out in a day, wake me up so I eat." your directions were firm, but not so much so it sounded like you were a stone-cold bitch.

There was a small tsk. "Seriously? I could do that for 20 septims. You insane?"

"I'm tired and have money. Take it, damn you."

"Fine. That's all that I'm required to do?"

You flicked your hood down and rubbed your face before answering. "Required, yes. If you wanna tag along once I go out questing, you can. I don't really care, or mind. I hope to be back to Skyrim by late next week, so if you do decide to accompany me, it won't be for long."

There was a short nod. "Can I have a name before you go and act like a draugr for the next few days?"

"____. I'm the Dragonborn, and before you ask, it sucks and I hate it." you murmur before sluggishly heading over to your room and collapsing in the bed, not caring to take off your armor, and falling into a deep slumber.