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SKYRIM - Sheogorath x Reader

This chapter was suggested by someone who's name I can't find at the moment but you know who you are! This chapter took me a while to complete because come one, I'm pretty sure coming up with a chappy for the Daeric Prince Of Madness is not that easy. This was my first time writing a reader x Sheogorath so let those criticisms come!

Also, I've noticed that so far, everything is Skyrim-inspired fanfictions. I promise you that I have a lot of anime fan-fictions also but I can't publish them just yet. I know this sounds selfish but please bare with me for now ;)

By the way, this chapter isn't as long as the others so.. Yeah. Either way, enjoy!

You lost track of how many hours have past as you walked underneath yet another god forsaken stone archway leading to the last 'test' that damn prince gave to you. Well, he wasn't really willing when it came to your choice, but who can outsmart a man that knows no boundaries when it comes to others, let alone himself. That damn fool can't even go alone a minute without having a bite of that precious cheese of his that he holds so dear. There were moments when you considered if giving him all the cheese you had, he would let you go. But that bastard took your bag, so it seems that plan is out the window.

You paced up the stairs leading to a podium looming down where a battle was taking place, and just past that, spectators were sitting right across from you. Without hesitation, only because a certain mad prince was taking over every piece of your mind, you raised your staff and struck the others across and watched in shock as they turned into wolves and ate each other before you struck the last one down. But the shock left you immediately, remembering that all of this is not real, that it's all just inside your head. But wouldn't that make you crazy? Weren't you in Pelagius III's head at the moment?

You stopped thinking all together, scared at how fast you were losing it. No way were you going to let the Daeric prince of Madness win this, no way in hell.

You stormed down the pebbled pathway and made your way towards the table where Sheogorath was awaiting with a cup of tea in his hand and a goats leg in the other. You threw the Wabajack down on the splintered table, forcing the wine to topple over and the food to fall down.

"I'm finished. I want out" Sheogorath looked up at you, his slits dilating at the sight of you covered in dirt and all.

"Do you mind? I'm busy doing the fish stick. It's a very delicate state of mind." He pulled himself up from his slanted position on the stone-carved throne with a cat-like smirk on his face, a smirk you wanted to punch off since the beginning.

"You can do that another time. You said if I fixed this man's mind, you will give me my freedom. I kept my end of the bargain, now it's high time you do the same"

"'Fixed' is such a subjective term!" He threw his legs up on the table with a shout, flexing his arms behind his head. His white eyes never left your pale blue ones. "I think 'treated' is far more appropriate, don't you? Like one does to a rash, or an arrow to the face."

"I'm pretty sure you'll end up with an arrow to your handsome face if you don't set me free" You threatened, but as quickly as you blinked, he was gone from his seat and only inches away from you. Your breath hitched painfully in your throat as you staggered back until you felt a stone pillar hold you in place with Sheogorath following you with slow footsteps.

"Handsome? I prefer to be described as exotic, wild-" He leaned his face in more until your nose brushed against his.

"-A rarity amongst others" A crazy part of you wanted to grab him and just press your lips against his.

Hard.

And you were so close too, until the common sense part of you kicked you hard in the ass.

You managed to feel enough of the sensation coming back in your arms to push him away from yourself but he wouldn't budge. Instead, he snuck a strand of your golden hair and pressed it against his lips, loving the feeling he knows you're feeling. And you knew that very well.

"Just let me go" You managed to whisper, not knowing that you're only pouring oil into the fire and arousing his humour even more. He tilted his head back and exploded with a string of laughter.

"Oh dearie, even if I free you from here, you are not really free" You raised a confused brow at his little riddle, but instead of meeting his eyes, you saw only his hair and felt his lips press hard against your own, prying your lips open before dominating you whole.

You slowly felt yourself wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer. You couldn't deny it anymore. You might have felt a little more towards the Mad Prince that you thought. Before you could even have more of him, he pulled back, only a little to keep that saliva string in tack before licking the corner of your red lip.

"Sheogorath is in each and every one of you, you were never free"

And then you were surrounded by the cobwebs and broken nightingale floors of the Blue Caste in Solitude, and a little part of you felt lonely.