Skyrim X Reader

Ancano x Reader

(As requested by Dustywish, who also gave me a plot. Thank you!)
(I think I have the spacing down on this one, instead of having it one huge ass paragraph)
(Sorry for the long wait! I got caught up in some stuff, I apologize)
It was mid Morning Star, making the wind howl at its greatest, and making the snow fall more rapidly. At this time of the year, it was a bit dangerous to be venturing out into the weather, but the College of Winterhold looked at it a different way. Since nobody really traveled much during this time, the College's apprentices usually went on expeditions, that including you, Onmund, and J'zargo.

Currently, Onmund and your mutual cat-friend are trying to convince you to leave, standing to the side in the Hall of Elements. By the gate, Ancano stood, eavesdropping on your conversation discreetly.

"(Y/n), we have J'zargo, we'll be fine," Onmund offers a smile, trying to relieve you of your stress by mentioning the Destruction apprentice.
"Yes but... oh, very well," you heave a sigh, having no comebacks this time. Onmund smiles cheekily, motioning you and J'zargo to follow.
Ancano caught your gaze, his icy cold, making you stop in place.
Oh no.
"(Y/n)," he announces, taking long strides over to you. Onmund and J'zargo stop, eyes on the two of you.
"Where do you think you're going?" The High Elf rose an eyebrow. He wasn't the most liked member at the College, he was serving as an advisor to the Arch Mage temporarily. He obviously wasn't getting any popularity awards at the College, having such suspicious activity and an unattractive attitude.
"On an expedition," you stood straighter, trying to act confident.
He eyed you for a moment before peering over at Onmund and J'zargo.
"With them?" He questions, hatred laced into his orotund voice.
You nod as he looks back over at you. He took a deep breath before raising his voice.
"You will not leave with any other male besides me. Understood?"
What?!
"What's that supposed to mean?" You frown at him.
"Exactly what I said," he nods before walking off. "If I catch you leaving with a male," he called over his shoulder, "there will be consequences."

Once he was out of sight, you growl. "What a-"
"Language!" Faralda, the Destruction trainer, caught you before you cursed. You sigh, feeling defeated.
"Who says you have to listen to him?" Onmund rose an eyebrow at you.
"No one," you shrug. "Ya know, he's a higher rank than me so... I have to obey him."
Onmund sighs in disappointment. "Okay... But can you go talk to him quickly? Just in case he changes his mind?"
You hated to see your friend disappointed.
"Yeah, sure," you agree, though you weren't very fond of the idea.

Picking up your pace, you enter the Arch Mage's room where you saw Ancano leave to.
It was odd to you that you weren't allowed to leave with any other male. What about female? Was he... jealous? What if you swung both ways, then you wouldn't be able to-
Okay. Calm yourself. There should be some logical explanation for all of this, correct?

"Ancano?" You suck in a breath, feeling your throat run dry when you see him. He turned around, his back straightened to make his already tall frame look taller.
"Yes, apprentice?" He hums, raising an eyebrow at you. "What must you waste my time with this time?"
"I was... uh... wondering why I couldn't leave with any males?" You tilt your head questionably, becoming a bit more confident.
"Because I said you're not allowed to," Ancano said as if it were so simple.
"But what is the real reason?" You poke, eyeing him. "Are you jealous?"
"Jealous?!" He let out an unruly laugh. "That's preposterous! Utterly ubsurd!"
You frown. He was ticking you off a little.
"Fine," you say, turning around. "Faralda and I are going on a quick trip to Riften, if you don't mind."
Ancano rolled his eyes. "Be back soon, I haven't seen much progress on you."
Maybe because he never let you out?

Soon, you and Faralda are in Riften, allowing you to lead the way.
Due to to rumors, you had heard of a young mage that goes by the name of Marcurio. He, apparently, sat in the Bee and the Barb, an inn and bar, waiting to be hired as a follower.
If he was yours, Ancano couldn't get upset. Well, he could, but he couldn't do anything about it.
You walk in, Faralda behind you, as you notice an Imperial in Destruction robes sitting on a bench by the opposite door.
You catch his gaze, and he smiles.
"You look like a mage," he comments. "From the College?"
You nod, handing him a coin purse filled with septims.
"500 septims," you nod again. "You're hired."

As you arrive back at the College with Marcurio and Faralda, you could already feel Ancano's icy glare on you, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand.
"Who's this?" He eyes Marcurio as he approached.
"My follower," you say with confidence. "And you can't tell me he can't accompany me."
"I would much rather you go with me than him. You hardly know him," he argued.
You only shrugged. "I'm fine with Marcurio."
There was a deep rumbling in Ancano's throat, almost like a growl. He storms off in defeat.

Later, you and Marcurio enter Dwemer ruins. The other apprentices still wanted to go, so they agreed to meet you there.
Of course, you nagged about Ancano to Marcurio as you went. It felt good to get that off your chest.
Suddenly, you let out a painful gag, feeling something sharp in your side.
You had stepped on a trap, and you now had a poisonous arrow lodged into your side.
Your vision began to get dark as you struggled to stand, but soon you met the hard, cold ground with a thud. The last thing you saw was Marcurio hovering over you before you blacked out.

"If only she didn't waste her time with Destruction, she could've made her time useful and trained in Restoration," a familiar orotund voice was saying. You opened your eyes weakly to see Ancano, Faralda, and Marcurio.
"You're alive, thank the Divines," Marcurio sighs in relief as Ancano met your side. You were laying on a bed, your side bandaged as you looked up at the High Elf, expecting him to yell at you.
"I'm glad you're okay," he said, surprisingly softly. You blink, not expecting that.
"T-thanks," you stutter, still in some pain.
For your privacy, Faralda and Marcurio left, leaving you and Ancano alone.
"Maybe I was jealous," Ancano admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "It doesn't matter. As long as you're okay, you're fine."
You let out a breath, feeling your cheeks warm in a blush. He was jealous!
Your eyes closed, though you didn't mean for them to, feeling the bed dip next to you. Your good side was met with warmth, Ancano laying next to you, an arm now under your neck.
"You're lucky I know Restoration," he says, half amused as a soft feeling met your cheek.
He was kissing your cheek.
But why?
Suddenly, the pain in your side was gone, your eyes opening to look at him, blushing even more.
"A-Ancano?" You stutter. This wasn't a bad thing.
"Shut up," you saw a rare smile on his lips. "Get some rest. It's called Restoration for a reason."
You nod obediently, closing your eyes once more as you felt yourself relax into him.
He wasn't so bad after all.