Skyrim One-Shots

Elisif x Reader ~Steps to Independence~

The knock on your door was soft, hesitant, but your head snapped to the door no matter, the paperwork in front of you long forgotten.

Who would want you at this hour? It was nearly midnight!

"____?" came the delicate question from a familiar voice, and your eyes widened.

"My Jarl? Come in, please," you answered, surprised as her small figured entered the room, dressed in a nightgown and fur shawl. "Why are you up so late?"

She fidgeted in the middle of the dimly lit room, hair messy and eyes red. You stood from your chair, approaching her with genuine concern. Had she been crying?

"I could not sleep... I-I did not feel safe," she murmured as your comforting arms wrapped around her, the beating of her heat fast and wild.

"You are protected here, make no mistake, my Jarl. I have helped you before, I am happy to help you once more," you assured quietly.

Her face nuzzled into your shoulder, tears dripping onto your unkept and ink-stained tunic as you laid a light kiss on the top of her head.

"Would you like to sleep in my bed?" you questioned quietly, and all you got in response was a trembling sob.

She tried to choke out an apology, but before she could, you'd ushered her to the bed, laying her down and murmuring soothing support.

You drew the blankets over her, took her fur shawl, and wiped a tear from her cheek, frowning.

"Don't leave," she pleaded, eyes clenched shut.

You walked around to the other side of the bed, then slipped in, her body instantly rolling towards you and curling around you.

"Hi," you stated.

"Hug me, you dummy."

Relaxing into the bed, you wrapped your arms around her, a sigh leaving your mouth.

The both of you laid there in silence for what must have been an hour, content with no words spoken.

"I want you to marry me," she blurted quietly.

You tensed. "Say that again, my Jarl?"

"Elisif, call me Elisif. I want to be your wife."

Startled, you started to chuckle.

"I suppose I can do that. Why, exactly?"

She glanced up, locking eyes. "You've helped me more than anyone has. You're strong. You're reliable, and you don't treat me like I'm a child. I... I know I'm naive, but you talk me through it, and you give me advice so I can do better. You let me stand for myself, and you don't babysit me in public."

"I believe everyone should be able to pull their own weight, yes. I can teach you how to use a blade, if you so wish, Elisif."

Her eyes brightened, "Come morn, I will take that offer."

"I say once you can handle a blade, I will agree to marry you."

She giggled under her breath, repositioning herself.

"Then the matter is settled. Let us sleep."

"Aye," you murmured, escaping into darkness underneath your eyelids.

'''''''''

"Left foot in front, Elisif! Footwork is more important than wielding the blade. Tell me why," you command, eyes narrowed as she weakly attacked the dummy, stumbling and hissing out in pain.

"I don't know!" she yelled back in frustration, face twisted in her meager injury.

"If you have good footwork, you get more power than you should have. You are able to dodge oncoming threats easier, you can block with more security, and you can kill your opponents. Understand?"

"Sure, whatever!" she huffed.

"Twenty push-ups."

"Seriously?" she groaned, dropping to her feet and barely able to complete three before collapsing.

You scowled. "That was pathetic."

"Shut up! I'm trying, you idiot!"

"No, no you are not."

"Fuck off! Just give me a sword!" she growled, sitting on the ground with a sneer.

You shook your head, glaring. "You want to become independent, you become strong enough to protect yourself. Footwork and basic muscle training come long before any actual swordsmanship. Being we still have an hour left of our cut time, I want you to go and read on this, that clear?"

"Fine," she muttered, gathering her wits and standing. straightening out her trousers as she grimaced.

A week later.

"Your back heel isn't on the ground! Fix it, otherwise, you get slammed to the ground, and that's rock hard stone."

She nodded, trying to steady her breath, "Right. So, twist, slice, center, and block?"

"Aye."

She repeated the sequence of simple maneuvers, the wooden blade hitting yours. Elisif wasn't hitting hard, but at least she could do twenty push-ups now. Then again, you were a legendary warrior: a lot of things seemed weak according to your standards.

You grinned, "Good, good, now do it faster and harder."

She went back to center, then attempted to do so, surprisingly able to put some more back in her blows.

"Did I do it?"

"Yep, excellently. Now, we move onto the next set of moves."

She groaned. "How many steps?"

"25."

"This one had 4 and I took me a week!" she exclaimed, jaw clenched.

You nodded, raising your brows. "It means you have to work harder," you stated simply.

"I have been working hard!" she protested, scowling.

"And you if you can work hard, you can work harder."

The young woman went silent for a while, and you waited for her to speak.

"You know what, ____?" she started, "I'm gonna try to do it in a week."

You blinked, taken aback at the sudden change. "I wish you the best in your attempts, Elisif."

"Okay, you shoo, you have things to do."

"I do. See you, Jarl."

"Have a good day."

"I never knew you could be nice."

"Oh, shut up!"

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I dunno about this one.

There was like, no detail, at all.

But im tired so like....

too much work.

lol, requests?

Otherwise, 

Dani out,

Adieu!