Skyrim One-Shots

Romlyn Dreth x Reader ~Rumors~

You burst into the small, worn and sketchy house, breathing harsh and fast as you looked around, hopelessly searching for your employer.

Come on, he had to be here somewhere! He couldn't have- no, no, he couldn't have-

You were loud as you slammed open doors and searched frantically for Romlyn, hoping with all your might and will that he hadn't actually been taken into custody. That he hadn't actually ben arrest or killed or on the way to be killed like that idiot from the bar had said.

He was too smart, wasn't he? Too sneaky, too clever to get caught, much less even thrown in bars. No, he couldn't have. The man had to have been trying to spread rumors, had been trying to tarnish an already tarnished name. Had been just a racist drunk, spewing shit out of his mouth.

A creak echoed through the underground house and you whipped around, eyes wide.

"What in the name of the gods has got you so worked up?" the dark elf muttered, rubbing his eyes and voice groggy from just being woken up. You placed a hand to your chest, bending over and trying to regain your breath (successfully doing so) before standing straight up.

You bit your lip. "I- Nevermind. It doesn't matter," your hands shook wearily. "It doesn't matter," you repeated, more to yourself and much quieter, but he still heard it clear as day.

Romlyn, apparently, didn't care to wear a shirt as he slept (like most men- you didn't know why you paid special attention to it) and crossed his arms over his lean chest, leaning against his door frame. His hair, stark white, was messy, though somehow neat at the same time. His red eyes scanned you, narrowed.

"You repeat things when you're frightened. You're frightened," he stated.

You swallowed, shaking your head roughly and looking to the floorboards. "It was stupid, I-"

"Well, if you refuse to talk about why you were ripping up my house, then what are you here for?" the dark elf raised a brow, his words cornering you into forcing out an answer.

"Nothing," you murmured after a long pause.

"Nothing?" he challenged.

"I... Yeah," you answered, scratching the back of your neck as butterflies wreaked havoc on your stomach at your embarrassment and your face flushed. Why did he always have to ask about everything? Why didn't he just tell you off?

You were only a smuggler. That was it. He should be annoyed, should be angry from you waking him up, should be livid from you basically breaking in, but no. He was nothing of the sort. Granted, he wasn't that much of a walking personality, but gods, did he act completely unlike someone normal. Romlyn was a unique man, and it showed. He didn't react to things as most people did- and sometimes, he didn't react at all. Somewhat of what was happening now.

"You swit," he sighed, moving from the door frame to make room. Why, you didn't know until he spoke next. "Just sleep in my room. I'd rather not have you on Beggar's Row again."

"Where will you sleep?" you questioned softly, frowning. Such a naive person for the business you worked in. Perfect for the job in every aspect, though. You were loyal with every bone in your body to someone you trusted, and for some despicable reason in his eyes, you trusted Romlyn Dreth of all people.

You were his favorite. Did you know that? No. Did you recognize that offering one's bed was an extremely personal act? No, you were more worried about where he would sleep. Charming even when you didn't mean to be- that was what you had going for you. You would accidentally flirt, accidentally compliment, and completely fumble on your words whenever he looked at you in the eye or looked at you in general. You didn't do that with other people. He had seen it. No, you were somehow colder, your weaknesses disappeared and you became a different person, but he knew who you really were.

Romlyn rolled his eyes. "In the guest room."

"Why can't I sleep in the guest room?"

"Because I said so," he raised a brow. "Get, runt."

You squeaked, shuffling into his bedroom and climbing on the bed, the sheets still disturbed from you waking him up earlier.

He paused just before he closed the door. You took the opportunity to talk once more.

"There's room for you, you know," you mumbled.

"Do you really want me to be in the same bed as you?" he questioned teasingly. You were flirting again, but you didn't know it.

You flushed. "I don't mind," you murmured, "unless you don't-"

"No, you offered," he chuckled walking back in the dark, barely lit room and closing the door behind him.

You huffed. "Stop making me feel embarrassed," you whined.

"Oh, that's not my fault."

"Yes, it is!"

"Whatever."

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Sorry it's short ;0

mk

requests?

oof, i had too much watermelon and now my stomach hurts

why do i do this to myself ;-;

dani out

adieu!