Hey guys! Here is the original prompt/request: Can I get a fill about a F!DB who gives no fucks? I mean, this girl doesn't give a shit about the war, about being Dragonborn, about the Thalmor... NOTHING. She doesn't worship a Divine or a Daedric Prince. The only one she worships is herself. She's a completely self-centered, manipulative, snarky, smart-assed brat. She mouths off to anyone and everyone.. Basically, she gives no fucks.
Ondolemar or Ancarion (preferably Ancarion... he doesn't get enough love and he's oh, so angry. Woof ) meets her somehow, someway and is torn between wanting to put her in place and put her in bed.
Give me humor, drama, smut, action, adventure... but F!DB needs to learn a lesson
Bonus points: F!DB is human, one of the shorter races. She is gorgeous and knows it and uses it. She has no scruples or morals. She has a thing for the Thalmor because BAD BOYS OMG, and often flirts with them. Or purposely provokes them.
Ondo or Ancar sees her and can't help but be attracted to her, has her arrested (or kidnapped) for a nothing infraction, or none at all, with the specific intent to "interrogate" her.
F!DB taunts him whilst strapped on a torture table because she's pissed off like that.
Ondo or Ancar uses electricity, first to hurt then to give pleasure as the interrogation gets more and more intense, having it all end in hot sweaty sex all over the torture room. If it's Ancar, it has to happen on his ship. He has a SHIP, people.
Bonus bonus points if Ondo or Ancar finally gets a "confession" from her while eating her out. Though what kind of confession it is, who knows... And, I will love you forever and have your babies if Ondo or Ancar refuses to share her with the guards because, POSSESSIVE.
This line here: Ondo or Ancar: "How does that feel, whore? Moan for me, and maybe I'll let you live."
Read/review if you wish! Above all, enjoy!
Sparrow sat on a pile of large boulders that routinely spotted the beaches of Solstheim. She was settled just upwind of Northshore Landing. The girl had visited the place a few weeks back, but it had been devoid of any life. The lock box inside had contained another East Empire pendent and some gems and such, but little else of interest. This time however, there was a large ship docked at the small port. She could see several Thalmor soldiers meandering about, but they were of little consequence. The girl knew her mettle, and taking out a few Thalmor guards here and there was becoming more of a nuisance rather than a threat.
The mages, on the other hand, were a bit more troublesome. And they never seemed to get any easier, despite how strong she'd become. The Breton had little in the way of any sort of extra magicka resistance, barring an amulet she'd found somewhere. This was something that had bit her in the ass on more than one occasion. One would think she'd learn from experience and spend more time studying wards and such, but pffft... Sparrow really couldn't be bothered. Magic was so... so... STUPID. Sure, she'd seen the havoc it could wreak, but that still didn't spurn her on to the so-called "art" of it. Besides, it took way too long to level any kind of useful spell, and who had the time? She certainly didn't. Not with all the tedious errands and favors she'd done for people these last few seasons.
Sparrow rolled her eyes, annoyed just thinking about it. Didn't these people know how to solve their own problems? Honestly. If it weren't for the coin she received for services rendered, she wouldn't have bothered. Still though, it was sometimes useful to have allies. Made for easy pickings at times. They let her take just about anything from them after. It was lovely.
But that was neither here nor there. That matter at hand still needed to be reckoned with. The mage on the deck must be that one that Baldor had told her about. What did he say his name was? Arcanon? No, that wasn't it. Ancanio? No. That still didn't sound right. Ancarion! Yes. That was it.
Vaguely, the blacksmith's gravely voice echoed in her mind; "They have a ship. They took me there and showed me the map. You will find it on the northern coast of the island. Please, do not let Ancarion make his weapons. Kill him or let him live, but take the map from him. It belongs with the Skaal. I will return to the village. When you have the map, please bring it to me there. And thank you. May the All-Maker bless your days."
Seriously though, did he really think that the Thalmor wouldn't think to make copies after getting their hands on the original map? The Skaal were a bit on the stupid side, if you asked her. And all this fuss over a bunch of magic ice too. Really. She shook her head in derision.
Sparrow wasn't sure about the existence of any "All-Maker", but maybe she'd get paid if she brought the map back. After all, coin was understood no matter what one believed in. The question was; how to get closer without dying? The Thalmor were a touchy bunch of horker's asses, she'd have to be cautious in her approach. It was rather unlikely that this Ancarion would simply hand the map over to her either.
So.
What to do? What to do?
She could always turn on the charm, that might work. She did have charisma to spare and there were always fools who fell for honeyed words and fluttering eyelashes. Maybe she'd go the sexual route, she also knew she was fair. More so that Elisif, even. And without the fancy clothes and perfect hair to boot. Sparrow was certain it must take Elisif hours to get ready in the morning. A simple dip in the nearest river wouldn't do for her, Oh, no.
Snickering, the girl tossed back her brown hair and tugged on one of the several tiny braids woven throughout. The Altmer were a strange bunch. "Superior race" or no, some of them had the interspecies kink. More than one had fallen for her charms. And, quite frankly, there was something to be said about being taken by a being that was so much bigger than oneself.
Hmmm. Yes.
What it really came down to was the temperament of the particular mage involved. Some of them were more forgiving than others. Take Ondolemar for example; once she'd stolen that Talos amulet for him, he'd become a cuddly little cavebear... and a damn sabrecat in bed. Sparrow grinned with the memory. Maybe she'd pay ol' Dollie another visit when she returned to Skyrim. He was quite talented, despite his snooty demeanor.
Moving along.
Sparrow chewed her bottom lip, fretting about her plan of action. Chances were that the guards would stop her well before she got close to the ship and its captain. Looked like she would simply have to try her luck.
"Well, here goes something," she muttered, heaving herself off the rock and landing lightly on the sand below.
She tried to appear as non-threatening as possible, even going so far as to sheathe her bow. Still, one of the Thalmor soldiers eyed her sourly as she approached.
"This has nothing to do with you, citizen. You're interfering with official Thalmor busine-"
"'Official Thalmor business', yes, yes I know. Well aware, really. Thanks for the warning," she sniffed, standing slightly slouched with a hand on her hip.
He bristled and drew his sword in a show of anger, "Do I look like the sort who suffers fools, woman? Move along before you die."
Sparrow shrugged a slender shoulder and grinned prettily before she took a long, insolent look at him, "You don't, actually. Luckily for you, I am not a fool. I'm here to speak to your captain. You know, for business."
The guard glowered at the human, longing to run her through. He didn't however. They'd had terrible luck on this mission so far; no Stalhrim weapons had been found, nor had their other team had any luck in making the blacksmith talk. It was putting Ancarion in a very foul mood. A mood that he was keen on taking out on them. Petty errands and tedious clean-up duty was becoming a common thing the longer it took them to produce nothing. He was tempted to deny her request, but suppose she had pertinent information? Ancarion's wrath would fall upon him ten-fold. And who needed that? Besides, let him deal with this little annoyance. He could already tell that she had quite the chip on her shoulder. Might be amusing to watch the captain take his anger out on someone else for a change.
"That's a love," she cooed, tossing her hair as she passed him by.
Sparrow issued a soft sigh of relief. That had gone much better than expected. Now, if only the mage would be as easy to deal with. She could see him up there, reading some book and not paying her a hint of interest. No doubt he knew she was there, though. The Altmer's senses were keenly honed, to put it mildly. The Breton stopped several paces away from him and waited expectantly for some sign of acknowledgment.
Nothing.
Several uncomfortable moments passed before Sparrow finally cleared her throat rather loudly.
Not bothering to glance up from the page he was on, Ancarion merely flapped a hand at her in dismissal, "Be on your way, girl. You and I have nothing to speak to one another about."
"Now, now, that's where you're wrong," she replied, slouching and resting both hands on her hips.
"There are those with short fuses and those with none at all. I'm of the latter sort. Leave. Now. I won't tell you again," this time, he glanced up at her with angry yellow eyes.
Without another word, Sparrow drew a single Stahlrim arrow from her quiver, placed in on the boards in front of her, and kicked it towards him. It slid to a stop right in front of the toe of his boot. Ancarion glanced down and struggled to not let his surprise or eagerness show.
She didn't miss it however, "Well that's funny, because judging by the look on your face now, it would seem that we do have something to discuss. Don't we?"