Skyrim One-Shots

Erik the Slayer x Reader ~What the...~

Perched on your usual chair, you read the book in your hands faster than most would, but being you were an avid scholar along with being Dragonborn, you were well versed in literature.

 As shuffling echoed in the floor below you, you figured Erik had gotten out of the bathroom downstairs. 

Honeyside had come with a surprisingly good bathroom considering it was located in a city of thieves, and both you and your companion cherished that fact. At first, you and Erik had only been on the road every day, being you had so many things to do, so a nice bath was rare before you bought the Riften home.

Being your gift at shouting and slight hold over the Thieves Guild, they never bothered you, and you didn't bother them. Erik didn't much like the fact that you had some sort of pact with them, but as long as nothing was being stolen, he said he supposed he could deal with it.

Erik himself was a very kind person in nature, not judgemental in the least, and that's exactly why you chose him over any other follower you could have at your service. He was mellow and rarely picked fights, a very unusual trait for a Nord under 30.

In fact, he was only 25. You were a few years his senior, and though that would cause a ruckus with most females, you both were perfectly fine with the slight age difference. He had things to learn, and you were more than an adequate teacher.

The first time you had met him, he was sparring with a dummy in the woods, and being you were a fair loud-mouth before your Dragonborn days, you had jumped out of the thick of the trees (scaring him shitless) before abruptly barking at him on how he could improve his stance or swings.

You'd known him for almost 4 years now.

And you'd possibly loved him for at least half of that time.

He was naive- both a terrible thing and a gift, and you couldn't bear to tell him outright of your feelings. Eventually, if he also felt the same, he'd accidentally blurt it out and things would go from there.

Footsteps creaked up the stairs from the basement, and then there was a grumbled mutter of Erik's voice as he neared.

Eyes straining to finish the last paragraph of the page you were on in your book, you plucked the bookmark from between your lips and placed it in the book, closing it before setting it on the table. A chair was pulled out in front of you as you did so.

You glanced up, expecting Erik dressed in his normal loose, lightweight and untied tunic and trousers he wore after cleaning up, but froze instead.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

He wasn't wearing a shirt.

You forced your eyes away, panicking internally.

"Erik," you start quickly, "uh, you gonna put on clothes?"

He huffed. "It's warm in here. Don't mind me, ____, go back to reading. You looked good doing that."

How in the name of the nine could you go back to reading while he sat in front of you, broad-shouldered with a muscled upper body that nearly made you drool?

And that last comment? Was that...

No. 

Your face grew red, but you picked up your book anyway, trying to distract yourself.

Blazing blue eyes watched as you struggled to focus, flustering worse by the second and generally tossed out of line. A small laugh left his mouth, and you glanced up with a pitiful gaze.

"____," he started with a smile, "I like you."

You blinked.

Once, twice.

Your eyes widened.

"I mean," he added hastily, "a bit more than a friend, I guess."

You slowly brought your hands to your face, the instant they hit your skin a smile curling your lips as your eyes brightened.

"Really?" you questioned softly, attempting to hold your excitement in.

He'd known you for four years. He could tell whenever you were feeling something strongly, no matter how ignorant he could be sometimes.

And how you loved to tease him about it.

He nodded, "Yeah."

"Oh my gods!" you squealed, before slapping your hands over your mouth in embarrassment. "Ignore that!" you insisted.

Erik barked out a laugh, anxiousness dissipating at your positive reaction. "You normally don't squeal," he observed, and you turned a bright red.

"Shut up," you muttered. "I'm being distracted."

"By what?"

You didn't respond, a panicked expression coming onto your features as you internally lost it.

"By me, I know," he stated cockily, "I'm too good."

You let out a giggle, eyes closing as you laughed and threw your head back.

"So we're a thing?"

You sober, though maintaining the chipper persona. "Hmmmm, I dunno..." you tease, and he groaned.

"____," he grumbled.

"Yes, of course, you big pillow," you answer, grinning.

"An answer!" he cheered.

"Okay, now put a shirt on," you state with a chuckle, "you got me."

Erik grinned devilishly, "But if I have you, then why do I have to dress?"

You shriek, "Erik!"

He cackled loudly at your yell.

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Okay this was cute 

AHAHHA i need to go to bed- omg omg omg omg

Requests?

Dani out,

Adieu!