Skyrim One-Shots

Serana x Reader(Female) ~Little Attempts~

She bit her lip, shuffling on her feet.

"Oh come on," you laugh behind her, "you look amazing, Serana. Why do you always seat the small things?"

Her shoulder-length brown locks fluttered as she turned, her blazing eyes widened at the unexpectedness of your appearance in her room.

She smiled faintly. "Thanks, ____."

You took a few steps forward, inspecting her a bit closer as you narrowed your eyes, playful. 

Your armor suited you well, even though it was a formal occasion you both were going to. A dark, long cape flowed behind you, your brown Dawnguard armor was scratched enough to know it had been used, but still shining at the clasps and metal.

She- well, she never really had a different outfit. This one you'd found her; red and black with a corset similar to her normal attire and yet a bit more elaborate in design... it seemed like something you would choose. She was honored to wear it.

Seemingly pleased, you laid a peck to her cheek and she returned one to yours, a hug following.

She gasped, "Hold on! I have something for you!" she declared, turning to rummage through her things on a nearby nightstand in her rented room before turning with a wide grin.

In her pale hands was a bottle of wine, your favorite kind, and your face lit up in seconds.

"Serana!" you clapped, beaming, "Thank you, thank you!"

She handed it to you with a smile, face a hint of red. "Anything for you, ____. You said you would kill for a bottle of it just last week, so I figured it was an adequate gift."

You cradled the bottle in your arms, "Gods above, my saint has been you all along! You're too kind, my friend!"

"Oh, it's nothing," she insisted, laughing.

You abruptly winked, "After this meeting, I'm sharing this with you, yeah?"

She nodded, flushed. "If you wish."

"Alright, I'll scat. Thank you so much, Serana. I don't know if I'll be able to see you much, but thank you!" you smiled, ear-to-ear in a way that made her feel all sorts of warm as you walked out.

When the door closed behind you, she was left to look around the room, biting her bottom lip once more.

Did she say the wrong thing?

Give the wrong thing? What if she messed up the wine?

No, she assured herself, that was the best gift she could give.

She turned to her mirror once more, letting out a quiet huff.

She stared into her reflection, wondering.

Wondering if all her efforts would soon add up.

First, she'd helped you put up Lakeview Manor, mined iron, made nails, all of it. You'd given her a room of her own and showered her with hugs and your wide grins that sent her afire.

Then, it was when you got hurt fighting her father. She... she thought you were dead. But somehow, after a supposedly fatal wound, she'd gotten you healed. Although, you always were stubborn when it came to ever getting hurt.

After that, she'd been doing things like this- small things. Some food here and there. A dagger. An amulet she'd found to further your collection (you found an interest in different amulets and had set out to gather as many as you could), or another book to add to your plethora of bookshelves.

She hoped it would add up.

Even then, you gave her things a lot too.

Her dress, for instance. Her weapons. Found her from her stone chambers, saved her in the soul cairn. There was much more.

But all she cared was that you made her feel happy. Genuinely happy. She admired you as much as she loved you, and often times, it would show in such stupid ways.

She'd lost track on how many times she's run into walls and doors while you were talking, too entranced by simply you to realize she needed to be paying her attention elsewhere. She'd nearly tripped a dozen times, nearly cut herself on her weapon, and so on.

You never teased her about it.

You seemed to understand, helping her regain her stance immediately after and assuring she didn't get hurt.

Only if she ran into doors- then you'd be trying so hard not to laugh your face would get read and your lips would form a sheepish smile before you burst unto contagious laughter to the point both of you were laughing until your abdomens hurt.

None of the Dawnguard members liked her much, but then again, she didn't really care.

You stood up for her a lot.

When she wasn't there and people would start taking, you would defend her, and due to her sharp hearing, she would catch it from a few rooms down.

She glanced to the window, and her eyes widened.

Had she spent half-an-hour simply talking to herself?! When you walked in, it was still light, but now, the moon was just barely peaking.

There was a faint knock at her door.

"Go ahead," she called, looking to the door as it opened and you walked in once more, face seemingly redder than usual.

You cleared your throat, "Hello again."

She chuckled. "Hi."

"Okay, so, I was going to walk in here and ask if you wanted to date, but now I don't know and I'm very conflicted. Serana, as a trusted advisor, I need help," you wheezed out.

She blinked. "Date? Me?"

You nodded.

"Really?" 

A hopeful quesiton.

You flicked your thumb up, throwing a hip to the side and cracking a grin.

She stood and threw you in an embrace, "Of course! Yes!"

You returned it. "And don't go walking into doors, you hear?"

She huffed, "Your fault for having a nice ass."

"My fault?! How- Were you staring?"

"There has been moments," she admited.

"You're awful," you muttered, "awful."

"You smell great," she hummed.

"Right, don't eat me," you bark teasingly.

She pouted, fangs pointing out of her mouth a bit. 

"No."

Her face turned sorrowful.

"Fuck- no," you strained.

"Please?" she questioned.

"Fine! So long as you don't make me pass out, turn me into a vampire, or kill me."

"I can do!" she giggled.

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I haven't done a Serana one in quite some time.

:3

It's okay, I think. 

Okay,

Requests?

otherwise imma get my butt to bed,

Dani out,

Adieu!