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Sotha Sil x Reader. Careful

(Request by @Magical_Foxy who has also started their own Skyrim oneshot book :] )
(Set back around the time of the war of the first council but slightly earlier I forget the name of the wars but it was before they're gods)

A scouting mission. Go check out the next few miles, and report back if you see anything unusual to Nerevar. Many times you had done something as simple as this, and most of the time it was uneventful- with no danger to the war effort on the horizon.

But lately, luck did not seem to be on your side. You chalked it up to an escalation in the war, that the nords were far more active and aggressive than before. But now you had come to dread going out on these missions, to report back to Nerevar that yet again something went wrong. He was always thankful for the information you gave him, but that tiny, nagging thought that made you think that you were the common link between all these bad encounters.

And here it happened again. Deep slashes on your side from a run-in with two Nord scouts in the dark.

You should have been looking out for disturbances in the nature around you, but the lack of daylight and a torch was an advantage they must have used against you.

You cursed yourself for fucking another mission up, clearly barely escaping with your life after you managed to kill the two men- the odds obviously against your favour as you slowly began to drag yourself back to camp. 

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Seht sat on a pillow on the carpet of his tent, hunched over fixing a mechanism in his arm. It had been a while since he started, each minute ticking away in his head as he noted how long you had been gone. It was nearly midnight, he had started around the time you left as some sort of timer to base off when you should return, but as he finished off the final touches, greater was the thought of something going wrong in his mind.

His ears picked up on some murmuring, hearing footsteps drag towards his tent to turn his head up and look towards his tents door to see you stumble through it.

Your hand held onto the fabric of the tent as you doubled over in pain, an other hand to your stomach as blood dripped down onto the floor. You winced, breathing heavily as you looked over to him, pale and weaker by the second.

His stomach dropped, immediately dropping his tools and rushing to you. He grabbed ahold of you, keeping you up by your waist as you clenched onto the fabric of his robes- neither of you really noticing the blood it smeared on them. You looked up at him as he helped you sit down on the rug, letting go of him briefly as he dug around his supplies for medical equipment.

You rocked back and forth, trying to apply pressure to your wound through all the blood that dripped through your hands. Struggling to hold it together but trying to hold a brave face through the pain to little success, you yelped quietly as you sat down.

Seht's head turned immediately, quickly falling to his knees beside you pressing a hand to your stomach, a powerful healing spell glowing in his hand. You grabbed ahold of his shoulder, resting your head on it while he held the spell to you, feeling the pain begin to gradually subside. You had healed what you could while you were trudging back to camp, but no spell you knew was nearly as powerful as Seht's- but he was a trained mage after all.

He hooked an arm around you and buried it in the back of your hair, pulling you closer as he slowly rubbed your head with his thumb, sitting in silence as he listened to your steadying breath and the quiet moans of pain that slowly became less frequent.

It had been silent for a few minutes, and the spell dissolved from his bloodied hand. He pulled back, and you sat up right as he dug for some cleaning supplies beside him. He looked somewhat irritated and upset, and you averted your gaze in shame of your situation.

He moved quickly, cleaning up the blood with a wet cloth from your skin and clothes before wiping his hands clean. Carefully, he wrapped a bandage around it, passing it around your back with an irritated look on his face as he finally spoke. "How many times are you going to come to me, barely hanging onto life until you learn to be more careful?" He scolded, tying it off tight around your torso. "This is a war, our enemy will not and has not hesitated to try and kill you."

You looked down at your legs, biting your lip while fighting back tears. Your breath was caught in your throat, your very heartbeat felt on all ends of your body. "If you don't get ahold of yourself, I'll have to medically discharge you before you see battle. Healing spells can only help so much." His stare almost felt like it was burning holes in you, and the shame ate away until tears began to spill down your cheeks.

Embarrassment, shame, why did you even come to him? Did he resent you more and more each time you came to him for help?

He sighed, crouching down in front of you as you furiously wiped the tears away.

"I'm so sorry, Seht, I know I keep fucking up but please don't make me go-" Your voice hicked as you tried to hold back sobs.

"I'm worried, (f/n). That is why I am upset." His hand touched your face, wiping tears from your cheeks. "I care about you. It is only natural that your safety is a concern, but I fear that there may be a time where I am not able to help you." He looked haunted, a distant pain in his eyes and an almost deadpan expression. "Not again."

You bit your lip. The look he held you could recognize from a mile away, one of ruin and as though he was still stuck in the rubble of his fallen great house. He rarely if ever spoke of it, but it was easy to tell that it was always in the back of his mind, torturing him.

Your words caught in your throat, not quite knowing just what to say to comfort him. You sat in silence and his gaze fell, staring at the floor. You reached out a hand, holding his face in your palm in an offer of comfort. Quickly pulling him close, you wrapped your arms around him in a warm hug, resting your head on his chest. 

He readily accepted the embrace, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close as he sat on the floor beside you. Unspoken words of comfort he found it to be, an understanding between the both of you when words seemed to fail. And like that you stayed, sitting in silence and falling asleep as he let you rest.

By the time you had came too, he held a book in his hand which he read while his arm still wrapped around your back- keeping you close.

"How is your head feeling?" He asked, quick to notice that you were awake. You turned your face further into his chest, burying yourself into his robes. His hand held the side of your head, his thumb softly rubbing your temple. "I can get you tea, if you should wish for it." 

"Better," You mumbled, feeling an evident lack of pain. "it's just been a long night..."

He looked down at your face, studying your features; the teardrops that had dried on your skin. "Have you spoken to Nerevar yet?"

You nodded, not bothering to open your eyes as you once again started drifting off. "Yes, just before I got here."

"Well, I suppose there's nothing else to worry about." He smiled warmly, letting you go back to sleep once more. 

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A/n: I am alive :)) I'm just losing track of the concept of time :))
But yeah also on other news I'm less active on this fanfic rn just because I'm writing a long-form fanfiction on the side for the first time since... literally ever I've never written long-form before and I'm going to put it on ao3 at some point. I'm not abandoning this fanfic just stretching myself thin and a little way too obsessed with Zurin Arctus :')