Skyrim One-Shots

Sanguine x Reader(Female) ~Calm Revelry~

He had never once been so entranced by a mortal. Not once in his days had he looked upon them with anything other than mild interest, a slight pleasure in seeing them submit (though in a very harmless sense- nothing like Molag Bal) and that was it. No more, no less.

Sanguine moved his finger closer to his lips, elbow being placed onto the wooden table before him, deep brown eyes observing your every movement in a way that seemed criminally casual. His human form had the same colored hair as his eyes, shoulder length and catching the torchlight around him in the bustling, crowded inn.

He had not even come here to find another follower, but in moments, you had captured his attention with your ringing, elegant laughter that seemed to lure him closer, along with a handful of drunken men. You were dressed casually, though not in a gown like nearly every other woman in the Bannered Mare was and instead in a loose tunic and tighter trousers. It gave you a modest but edging on scandalous appearance, and it seemed to fit you perfectly. Your effortless way of fitting with the people around you was astounding, how charismatic and witty you were brought grins to his face whenever there was a quick remark from your mouth. You were bold and even reckless, confident and at ease with your very being.

This was the Dragonborn? The mighty champion who had also swayed his brothers and sisters? He could believe it. Sanguine, however, was a possessive prince. Either you were not his champion or you were his and his only. His siblings were like that as well, but often times, they could bear to share. He had no such care nor did he have the drama that came along with it when the Dragonborn would die and everyone was trying to get your soul in their grasp.

Likely, it would go back to Akatosh or Talos, but Sanguine was probably the only one who wasn't arrogant enough to see that. No, he would not get you in the afterlife. He wanted you while you were alive, anyway. That was so, so much better. No matter how freshly dead his followers were, often times, the spark slowly started to die, and they grew boring and so he was forced to slap them back to shape.

Not literally slap them- well, unless that's what they wanted. Consent was major in those situations, and he had kicked plenty from his plane thinking they could just take others without any sort of certain enjoyment or not. If one of the new ones were too worn out for the time, they were granted rest, and shame on you for bothering their poor bodies further. Hadn't they pleasured enough for the night? Sanguine didn't understand mortals, not well, anyway. Well, he understood them well enough that they liked sex, good parties, and drink, and that was all he needed to know.

Abruptly, your head turned, hair jostling with the movement, and your eyes met his. Such vibrant, gleaming orbs they were. You seemed to take an interest, lips quirking into a smile as you waved shyly to him. Sanguine moved his hand from his chin to return the gesture, a daring smirk growing on his face as you stood, saying something to your tablemates before plunging into the crowd that separated you and him, his eyes tracking you though it all the while.

And then, easing out of the thick of people with your drink in hand, you approached closer, a faint blush across your face as you greeted him.

"____. Thank you for being my excuse to run away," you giggled, voice smooth and yet revealing you truly were a bit nervous. Oh, how cute you were- Sanguine couldn't help but to invite you closer.

"It is my pleasure to be your distraction, ____. You can call me Sam. Sit, sit, I insist," he chuckled richly, you quickly going to sit across from him in one of the few empty chairs left in the inn. Sanguine couldn't help but admire you for a few moments as he wondered if he would be able to rope you in. You were a bit tipsy, and that was for sure.

You brushed a hand through your hair, looking around briefly before coming to look at him. Your eyes dipped lower than his face and to his chest before you seemed to shake it off.  "So, what brings you here, Sam?" you questioned.

"Ah, I just figured I could go for a bottle or two," he answered, gesturing to the drink he had. Something that would get you doing stupid things and not remembering them the morning after in minutes, but for him, being a prince and the creator of the drink, it did nothing to affect him. "How of you, little lamb? What brings you to the herd?"

You rolled your eyes playfully at the nickname. "Well, I was opting to find a quick lie in the hay, but it's not as easy as I thought it was."

He raised his brows. "You have men crawling at your feet, ____! How could you not find it easy?"

You huff. "Standards."

Sanguine wanted to cheer. Standards like daedric princes only? Like Sanguine only? He liked the thought of it much more than he figured he would. Still, he laughed a bit, smiling at your meager sass. 

"And that is what has brought you to me?" he questioned teasingly.

"Well," you hummed, "for lack of a better phrase, yes."

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ooo dam bustin out the sanguine over here yall

part 2?

requests?

dani out,

Adieu!