Skyrim X Reader One-Shots

Irileth x Reader: She Hates Me (1)

Hi everyone! This one-shot was a request! I hope that I did it right! It has multiple parts! The story is from a male Dragonborn's POV. Let me know what you think! I want brutal honesty!

Word Count: 1820

Vigil Tolan was right. There was a strong presence of a Daedric Prince in the basement of Dragonsreach. So much so that the Nord didn't even have to ask around to find it; the moment he heard the 'Whispering Lady,' he knew he was talking to Lady Mephala, mother of secrets. She had whispered to him about the Jarl and how he had kept a portion of her power behind the door.

He had finished his investigation and knew a Daedric Prince was in Whiterun. The Vigilants of Stendarr had to be informed. The Dragonborn had begun to turn back towards the stairs when he was tackled from behind. A surprised gasp left his mouth as he looked up to find his captor. Irileth. The Housecarl to Jarl Bulgruff. Great.

She dragged him to the throne room without a word and pushed him to bow before the Jarl of Whiterun.

Jarl Bulgruff stared down at the man at his feet, smiling, "So this is the famous Dragonborn? You don't look like much to me."

The Dragonborn glared, his silence encouraging Irileth to speak and fill the awkward silence that filled the hall, "I found him in the depths of the basement. Sneaking around, no doubt."

The harshness in her voice, as well as her grip on his wrists, made the Nord flinch, "I was not sneaking around! I was hoping to protect everyone here from Daedric influence," he paused to look at the ground, "You have a Daedric Prince in your palace, my lord."

The dark elf woman went to argue before the Jarl spoke up, "It matters not. You were where you weren't supposed to be. You must serve jail time," the man paused, "although you might be useful elsewhere. Would you switch your jail time for a little task?"

The Dragonborn looked up, "What type of task?"

"Only something to help my court wizard solve our dragon problem."

"If that is what you want from me."

The man on the throne smiled, "Go talk to Farengar. He'll tell you what to do."

"Yes, my Jarl."

Irileth sputtered, "Y-you're going to let him go? Just like that?"

"Yes, Irileth, and you'll do well to abide by my decision."

A scowl came across the woman's face as she turned from the Jarl. She stormed past the Dragonborn, bumping his shoulder on the way.

The man smiled as he made his way to the court wizard and discussed The Dragonstone. According to Farengar, it was a powerful artifact that might not exist. Nevertheless, he headed to the door and started his journey.

The man had only made it to the wooden walkway outside Dragonsreach when he felt a harsh tug on his shoulder. Irileth was standing there, the usual scowl on her face. The woman spoke harshly, "Where are you going?"

"To find what Jarl Bulgruff asked me to find. Can I help you?"

"You can lead the way because I'm coming with you. I know men like you, those who run as soon as they're out of sight. I will make sure you do what Jarl Bulgruff asked you to do."

"Fine," the Nord, slightly annoyed with the dunmer, shrugged. "Just don't get in my way."

He turned away and started walking again.

The way to Bleak Falls Barrow was dangerous and full of bandits and wolves. The Dragonborn let Irileth take care of all of them, which, to his pleasure, annoyed her to the point of glaring in silence.