Skyrim One-Shots

Ralof x Reader(Female) ~The Fort~

His breath was ragged as he sped into the last chamber of the fort, the echoes of soldiers behind him as a quiet sigh echoed in the open chamber.

"Help!" came the yell from one of the captured men, his voice loud and echoing in the stone room, "I haven't seen the day for weeks!"

There was a single Imperial still left in the fort, sat silently at a table and sighing. They showed no signs of retaliation- nor even having a weapon on them.

He approached carefully, handing the key to the cells to a woman behind him and ushering her to open them while he neared the lone female.

"I never much liked the Empire," she mused quietly, voice hoarse and dry. They'd run out of rations, as he'd been told. "Never was a fighter, either. I had no other choice. Either join or get hunted down the rest of my pitiful life as a traitor to the squealy fuckers."

One of the cell doors creaked open loudly.

He narrowed his eyes, sheathing his weapon and in turn grabbing a rope hanging from a nearby nail. Galmar never said if he wanted prisoners or not, but this woman seemed to be knowledgeable enough and weary enough to become a spy or a good source of information.

She turned on her chair, displaying her bare wrists with a rather tired expression.

At Ralof's untrusting gaze, she let out a long groan, standing up and turning around in a circle to show her lack of weapons. She thrust her wrists out once more, seemingly impatient as a scowl donned her face.

The leader of the company grimaced but took a few steps forward to begin tying her arms together as fellow Stormcloaks freed their peers, some watching Ralof's action with relative confusion and equal spite for the Empire-supporting woman, though it seemed like she really didn't give a skeever's ass.

"You gave up easy," he remarked blandly, to which she snorted.

"I'm not about to die for people who won't die for me. No honor in that. Well," she mused, "there is a lot of naivety, but I'm looking forward to getting out of this steel if I'm completely honest. I've always liked blue more than red, too, but I suppose it's too late to change now."

He blinked. "Name and rank?"

"____, Private-Commander. So, basically, I just fucked with the newbies and made 'em scared for a week or two before they moved on to other higher ranking generals. That's it," she sighed.

"Well," he snorted, "that sounds like a job for pussies."

The woman chuckled, nodding in agreement as he started to nudge her to trail behind the rest of his company who had already begun to leave. "It is. I hate the army, specifically the Empire, too, if you hadn't noticed. Stormcloaks are cool, but I apparently had some ancient debt that wasn't paid so I had to enlist. Bunch of shit, I say, having to clean up my great-great-great- grandmother's debts."

"What was the debt?"

"Stealing and smuggling," she seemed to grin wider, "my trade. She got too popular among the streets and fucked up, I believe. I don't do that, but joining the Empire has given me an excellent source of goods I can illegally sell. The only reason why I'm not off in High-Rock right now."

He raised a brow. "You're much more interesting than all the other Imperials."

"I'm really not one of them," she chuckled. "Can you tell?"

"Oh, never," the Stormcloak joked sarcastically.

Her giggle that followed strummed something in his heart, a light feeling, but it was gone as soon as it came. She was good-looking, he'd admit that, but he couldn't attach himself to a prisoner of war.

She jogged up a flight of stairs with her light, thin steel clacking together slightly. She visibly grew annoyed at the sound, scowling.

Ralof snorted. "You really do hate your armor."

"Uh-huh. Say, if I may, what's your name, Mr. Blue-Eyed-Handsome-Fella?"

She glanced back, smiling lightly and friendly as if she wasn't passing the bodies of her comrades. 

He raised a brow, surprised she cared to ask. "Lieutenant Ralof."

"I like it," she hummed, "Ralof. Fits you, I think."

"Thanks?" he questioned. The lack of his title briefly reminded him of his previous year in the Stormcloak army, but he quickly brushed the rather strenuous memories out of his head.

Gods, he remarked, the training was brutal.

There were a few moments of silence as he nudged and directed her out of the keep and to the outside, where she let out a quiet hum as the morning sun hit her face. His thoughts drifted a bit, but he still kept attentive. 

She turned to him, still walking and drew his attention.

"You're a virgin," she stated abruptly, an innocent little grin on her face. 

"I am not," he defended instantly, a bit too quick to whip a retort.

She giggled once more, sending those odd waves along his spine and echoing into his ribcage and piercing his heart. "See, I knew it," she stated triumphantly.

"Not a word, prisoner," he muttered.

"That is cold!" she exclaimed, "I thought we were friends, Ralof!"

"Shut up," he hissed.

"But-"

"Do you want a gag?"

"No, but I'd like you to know I am a literal faithless Imperial because I hate the Empire," she giggled.

"Are you always like this?" he remarked to himself.

"Oh, always," she assured, "that's why people hate me."

"You're not awful," he sighed, "but I can see why some would get impatient."

"I love summer, don't you? Being cooped up in that damn fort was shit- and the poor soldiers we kept there never had any inkling to talk. Honestly, I don't regret slipping them extra food."

"You did what?"

"I fed the prisoners," she stated as if it was obvious. "I felt bad."

"How often?" he pressed.

"As often as I could. Skipped a few meals of my own, even."

"Well," he muttered, "good to know."

"Are you planning out my case so I can go back to my underlings?" she gasped, "How thoughtful of you, Ralof! Divines bless your kind heart, my thieving talents are yours!"

"You run a-"

"I run the Thieves Guild," she grinned. "Lovely people, I tell you. Never gamble with 'em though."

"Can you-"

"I can help out good ole Ulfric, if he agrees. Free of charge, Guildmaster's promise."

"I'm very glad I didn't kill you."

"I'm very glad I didn't kill you either, Ralof, you are a very lovely person."

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