Skyrim One-Shots

Mercer Frey x Reader ~Constructive Rehab~

Your dull, numb eyes stared aimlessly at the empty vault.

A heavy fog rested on your emotions, keeping you from feeling anything but a never-ending pool or pure rage.

How naive to think you could've changed him. 

Brynjolf paced back and forth, face pale while Delvin tried to find at least something valuable. Karliah stood alongside you, face indecipherable.

Your fist clenched, so hard it turned white within seconds.

With a loud, reverberating boom and flash of blue light in the Thieves Guild Cistern, you were gone. 

A quiet splash echoed seconds later, then a small clink of a dagger hitting the bottom of the shallow pool.

Karliah barked out a curse, Brynjolf and Delvin coming out of the vault with confusion blatant on their features only seconds later.

"She's gone to find him, and kill him, no doubt." the dark elf informed quietly.

"She'll never stand a chance." Delvin murmured in response to the woman.

"We have to hope she does. For the sake of the guild, she has to come back." Brynjolf uttered, a calloused hand placed over his emerald eyes.

Karliah's stance loosened, "I doubt she cares."

The Cistern rang with a tense silence.

Brynjolf's mind raced.

"____'s was aware of what he was doing. She knew since the start- she cornered him and-" he stuttered out.

"Bryn, we can't do anything," Delvin muttered. "If she comes back, she'll tell."

''''''

It had taken 3 minutes for you to find the Guildmaster with a seeking spell, near the town of Windhelm and calmly tending to a campfire, snow falling onto his armor.

He looked happy with himself, didn't he? Peaceful, undisturbed.

Your insides twisted in undiluted hatred.

Your orbs flickered away from the ball of light to the trees surrounding the abandoned Riften tower. Shaking your head briefly to try to get a hold of your erratic breathing, you rummaged through your small bundle of supplies.

After drinking a potion to refill your magica, you then flicked your fingers to have the small blue searching orb dissipate into the night air. Face terrifyingly calm despite your fury and anguish, you cast the teleportation spell once more.

All was black for a few moments and you felt weightless. Still, outrage quietly sparked in your soul.

You gained mass once more.

Silently, you appeared sitting on the rock in front of him, eyes cold and calculating. Instantly, his eyes had met yours, and a scowl grew on his pale face, the campfire's light painting hues onto his skin.

No one spoke for quite some time, the anger of both of you combined more intimidating than the World-Eater himself. 

"What happens now, kid?" he questioned, though dark and threatening.

Mercer Frey had never scared you. He never could, even if he tried. 

You didn't answer, face morphing into a scowl though covered by your black hood.