Skyrim One-Shots

Serana x (Female) Reader ~Sweetrolls~

As you quietly slumbered in the vampire's lap, she ran her fingers through your hair, humming a soft lullaby the echoed in the room. One little smile wistfully graced her pale, flawless face as her eyes fluttered shut.  A single lock of her light brown hair escaped her ponytail, falling on her soft cheekbones.

Her dark, linen trousers and thighs had become your pillow, and the woman didn't mind in the least. She'd worry about you- how you often never got enough sleep and often woke panicked from night terrors. Serana was grateful you were sleeping so soundly, and something flickered in her stomach and chest when she looked back down at you again.

Shaking the warm feeling off with not a thought, she started to carefully lower her back to your bed, gently maneuvering you as she did so. 

You jostled, and she internally cursed herself for waking you, but all you did was sleepily scoot your head to her chest, face resting against her breast band. Her vibrant orange eyes rolled in their sockets before she shook it off, setting her head on a pillow.

Oblivion did not take her, no, your peaceful face as you slept kept her awake. 

She wondered about you instead, being she wasn't feeling exactly tired anyway.

She pondered who you really were, what you truly were like outside of being the Dragonborn. You never really talked, there was always something you had to do. If you weren't so powerful, so important, would you stop pushing people away? Would you talk more? Even smile?

How did you deal with all of it?

You always forced a polite smile as people cursed you out, told you how bad of a job you were doing, insulted you, and spat at you like dirt on their shoes.

How did it feel when the world depended on you but treated you like you nothing to them?

No had even celebrated your victory.

All you had done after killing Alduin was slug back to Lakeview Manor, collapse on the bed, and just laid there, sheets slowly absorbing your blood. Serana didn't know what to do, merely sitting on the edge of the bed and listening to your silent sobs as you broke, shattered by the pressure placed upon you.

You were never the same after that.

Your eyes never truly looked, your words never meant anything, your body was colder than hers. You'd stare at the fire for hours instead of sleeping, barely blinking as your mind drifted into numbness.

She knew all too well what had happened to you, and it terrified her that you might never recover from it. That you might never really live, free from duty and responsibility.

That you'd always be the shell of the person you once were, destroyed by the weight of the world. 

She couldn't let herself think about what people with no soul left did to themselves, she couldn't.

She couldn't think about losing you, she wouldn't be able to cope with your death. You had helped her find her footing, saved her, and repaired her.

Your silent raised brows, odd gestures, and genuine kindness even through your own suffering had wandered you straight into her heart, and she refused to let you go.

She refused to let you die in such a way, by your own hand.

Serana would never let you die without a smile on your face. She wouldn't let you die in agony, never knowing the feeling of being complete.

No, she loved you.

And she would, in her tranquil, nurturing way, find a way to heal your fractured and damaged heart.