Skyrim One-Shots

Ondolemar x Reader ~Learning The Steps~

___COLD COFFEE BY ED SHEERAN___

You had approached him on one of those days where it was blisteringly hot and suffocatingly humid in Markarth. So much so, not a single fire was lit, and just about everyone in the city was jumping in the nearby rivers and trying to not get fried. You had approached me, a bounce in your step, a light in your eyes, and you offered me a canteen of cold water with a smile. Wordless. 

I wanted to decline. I wanted to scowl and diss you off, I wanted to sneer and slap you upside your head for walking towards a member of the Aldermeri Dominion so casually and so disrespectfully and give you a lesson on what exactly respect was. But maybe, somewhere in my mind, I didn't mind. Somewhere, I found your offer endearing. Somewhere in me made my lips move but no words formed and I took the canteen you offered and drank from it.

I tried to tell myself it was because no one was around. I tried to convince myself it didn't matter. 

But you were the only one to do such a thing. To approach with such kindness, such gentleness, and offer something like friends would do. You were sweet. Your face beamed with a bright smile when I took that stupid thing of water you had no doubt chilled with magic and drank it, and when I had pulled back from it with only a few swallows, your brows twitched together and you frowned in concern. Concern. Directed to me. 

Me, of all people. Me. Ondolemar, the most arrogant, dull, and serious person in all of Markarth. A member of the 'esteemed' Thalmor. You hadn't even spat in the damn water. I couldn't hate you, not with you staring at me like that, not with you offering such things!

"Drink all of it, it's fine. It's not hard to get cold water," you had smiled, ear to ear and entirely sweet. Friendly. 

Fuck his title, fuck Elenwen, it was hotter than a bear's arse and I was dying, so I chugged the rest of the damn thing till the last drop, and I didn't regret it.

And now, some few months later, you were right next to me. Sleeping in my arms, even. Content like the cuddle lover you were. It was the best thing I have ever woken up to, a warm body beside my own and a head nuzzled to my chest. You know, you really do look breathtaking when you're asleep, and you look adorable when you wake up and your hair is all messy from sleeping, your eyes half-lidded.

You... I don't know what you do to me, but I like it. My thoughts are now revolving around you, not the Embassy. Not the Dominion. Only you.

You didn't much fancy what I did for a living, and it didn't really pay well, but I stayed and you let me. Our relationship wasn't entirely committed yet, there were no titles, but I stayed in your house and you cried whenever I started to talk about hating my work, so that's pretty self-explanatory. You connect with people in such a personal level you feel their pain. You feel it, you embrace it, and you take it from them and add it to your own.

But I know you're lonely. I know those eyes of yours lie. I know your mouth. I know your skin. 

I know your body, and I know that it earns for someone, and it took to me. And apparently, my own had been singing a similar song, for it attached to you like a stain on a white tunic. You took to me, I took to you.

I have never experienced this before. I admit it, I'm not always the most patient, and I can say the wrong things, I'm not as understanding as I should be. But I'm willing to try. I'm willing to throw the bad parts of me that I have always defined me like armor and just be me, or whatever you said. It was poetic and it made me smile. You like poetry, you like bards, and as a bard-hating person, I thought it was awful until you actually started talking about it. I don't listen, but the way your face lights up, the way you smile and even the way you tilt your head makes me feel shit.

I don't know what shit, but shit. Good shit. Feels like someone set off a fireball in my stomach.

Like the days when I'm off duty and you wake me up with food and drink, the happiest little bundle of joy in the world, right by my side. And the nights when I don't have to work the next day, how we'd get so drunk we can't say our own names right. 

That feeling is there. Always. It's always there now, and I feel so whole. I feel so good. I feel like something has been missing all of my life and you just filled it.

So now, with you in my arms, I'm very sure I want to wake up with you again and again. I'm certain I want you by my side.

And last night, I felt the same. So last night, I sent my resignation letter in, and you'll be so confused as to why I'm still in your bed when you wake up. And I'm almost giddy to tell you that I dropped my job, something that should feel completely different, and I know I like you a lot more than I had planned for.

But I'm ready. I'm willing to try this. You make me happy.

I think I'd like to stay with you forever. Teach me how to love. I'll learn. This old dog can use a few new tricks, anyway. I love this.

I love to help you sleep. You're all over me when I try to sleep after you've already passed out and you've drooled on multiple occasions, but it's so damn adorable it makes my chest hurt. 

I love when you bark at me and you get angry and you tell me I'm being a prick, and I just hate apologizing because it means I fucked up in the first place. I don't want to fuck up with you. You're telling me what I'm doing wrong. Thank you. I'm just not used to this. 

I love this.

I love you.

"Ondolemar? What about your-"

"I quit."

"You..."

"I love you."

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my heart

i need cpr

jesus

what did this chapter do to me and why did I do this to myself and WHERE ARE THE TISSUES

requests are still slow in the making, sorry! Been pretty out of it lately and busy and whatnot- plugged in like 20 hours of skyrim in the meantime eheeheheeee

dani out

Adieu!