Skyrim One-Shots

Ancano x Reader ~Spells of Old (3)~

-Years later-

A long, lean arm slid around your waist comfortably, trailing to trace figures on your bare back as you sleepily woke, blinking a few times before making contact with the elven man in your bed.

His lips lifted, the briefest movement, and Ancano placed a soft kiss to your forehead. You took the weak smile as it was; he had slept no more than a half an hour in the night. 

"Dawn wakes, my fox," he whispered, unclothed chest rising and falling steadily.

Your mouth formed a frown at the tiredness falling below his eyes, fingers wrapping gently around his extended arm as your eyes shown with concern.

No doubt he'd been up all night, the mere suggestion of night terrors to him a sure way to enter a stiffly forced alertness. He never told you about them- refused to. 

You let out a sigh, eyes closing with sorrow. You knew there was little to be done about such things, but as both a close friend and lover to Ancano, it made you worried and upset that he could not even rest in peace. Sure, some nights you were no better, but some nights you could sleep like a babe. He never had the pleasure to do so.

"Ancano, only I chase you. You are not at war, my love," you murmur after a thick silence. The Altmer smiled, much more expressional than the bare-skinned gesture moments before.

"You are everything I have always been afraid of, ____, and yet you are everything that keeps me whole. You are strong and yet so weak, kind and cruel. Everything. By the gods, I cannot keep my eyes off of you," he chuckled.

A blush drifts across your face. "Well, I'll have you know I'm the Arch-Mage at this establishment, Ancano. I can be everything."

He let out a laugh, "Oh, how could I forget?"

"You forget because you're old," you tease, flicking his forehead. "I see 3 more gray hairs then yesterday."

He visibly stiffened. "You jest."

"I do not!"

Ancano launched himself off the bed in a single, haste action and dashed to the nearby mirror, inspecting himself carefully before turning back to you with slitted eyes and a scowl. Your cheeks raised to an apple, barely contained laughter held at your throat.

In the dim light, his muscled abdomen was structured proudly, leading to the trousers rested on his hips with ease. You tried not to look any closer else he'd get both upset and aroused, and gods knew how that always played out.

"My fox, you lie once more," he debunked, tying his hair back behind his head with a circle of thin fabric. You shrugged innocently, getting out of bed yourself.

"Can't have you getting ugly on me," you giggled, slipping on a shirt that was on your nightstand.

His eyes flickered to your chest for a split second, and they were focused on finding clothing the next. A scoff left your lips.

"I feel wanted," you state bitterly.

He glanced back to you, then back to his wardrobe. "My fox, you play and get upset I don't despite the fact you have suggested nothing."

You bristled. It was if you could feel his smirk even if you were on mostly opposite side of the room. 

"My wolf, you demand I suggest something even if you know I want to play. It ruins the play, love!" You exclaim.

He scoffed. "It does not."

"It does!" 

The Altmer huffed but did not reply.

And so, the both of you went about silently dressing for the day, both with classes to teach and daily tasks to accomplish. You made sure Ancano looked 'acceptable' in his sleek, oynx-dyed leather tunic and fitted trousers, and he pointed out that your ass looks great in return.

A rather impish comment this early for him, but you let it slide without too much of a hassle.

Before he left (Ancano refuses to do anything with students before he has at least 3 cups of tea and had to leave early to accomplish that 3 cups) you let out a quiet noise, remembering something from the day before. He turned in the doorway, raising a brow and obeying the silent order.

"I'm going to be touring all day and in the Arcanaeum sorting out that huge new shipment from Valenwood, so either tell Brelyna to spread the word to my mid-day class or just teach it yourself. I believe the 4 students in that are still working on flame cloaks and just need general supervision," you inform.

He clicked his tongue. "I suppose I can fill in. If you find any interesting volumes, can-"

"Yep," you hum, walking over to him and placing a kiss to his cheek. "See you for lunch, love."

Before you turned, he leaned down to drape his arms on your shoulder and held you in a kiss, eyes flickering with vivacious smugness as he pulled away.

"Lunch, then," he hummed, slim fingers grazing across your cheek.

You rolled your eyes, smiling, "Shoo, my love."

"If you wish," he grinned, sauntering out within the minute.

A small smile still graced your lips as you turned to continue dressing, throwing on your shawl that signifed your position (you always thought that it was an odd show of status, but never commented on it) and taking in a deep breath.

You had an hour to kill before your first tour.

You looked to a ledger on a desk hidden in the corner of the room and approached it.

Action               |     Cost               |    Time                                             |

Fixing Bridge | 5000 Septims | Done by end of Rain's Hand  |

Furniture for  | 1000 Septims | Shipping time varies                 |
new student        
dorms               

You let out a small chuckle. There were many more things on the ledger, all of which were accomplished by the small tuition and dorm fees the students paid. All normal classes did not exceed 100 septims (a normal class lasted for 2 weeks and was held once a day 5 days a week and even then only the master classes reached 100 septims) and the dorm fees were around 50 septims a month. 

Also, there was an option of extra-teachings offered from the trainers and a class or two held by both you and your husband on the history of both the College of Winterhold and magic itself.

Finally, the College of Winterhold was as you'd envisioned it.

Flourishing with new students, new people, and a growing tourist attraction now that it was safe to get to.

Truly, with the help of most of the masters that had taught you and your lover, the once lonely ruin of a place formerly-proud was proud once more, and no longer lonely.

You hummed, smiling.

Life was good.

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Part 3! I like this one a lot, actually!

Requests?

Oh, and, I was replaying the Stormcloak questline today and I now am reminded of why I enjoy Ulfric so much lol. It's the damn voice- okay?! Like, I can't. I can't. 

Anyway, enough of the fangirling, I'd like to thank everyone for 500 votes and 10,000 views! WOah that's a big number that I'd never thought I'd reach! Y'all are awesome and I love you and you and you and you and-

Okay. I just love y'all.

Dani out,

Adieu!