Disclaimer: I do not own anything created by Bethesda. The OCs created for this story (Sassa and Berodyn) are mine.
Here is a short story that I originally wrote for the kmeme. It features two characters of my own creation: Berodyn my male Dunmer dovahkiin, and Sassa, a female Nord follower. This story is full of bad language and sex. Be warned! :D
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Sassa fidgeted with her gauntlets out of sheer boredom. Berodyn is late again, she thought. She was leaning over the railing of Sleeping Giant Inn, Riverwood. Berodyn was usually late; Sassa had taken to telling him to arrive half an hour before the appointed time, however, she'd always end up turning up early just in case he did come on time, thus making it completely pointless to tell him to come earlier than the appointed time.
While she waited, she occupied her mind going through memories of her best friend, and her biggest hero. Sassa and Berodyn had been friends for as long as Sassa could remember. She met Berodyn when she was only a little girl of about five or six ā she'd been playing in the public courtyard of her home town when the local bullies began to taunt her, throwing sticks and bits of food at her. Sassa had started to cry in anticipation of the beating that would likely follow, but the beating did not come. She first saw a shadow pass in front of her before she looked up, into the red eyes of a tall dark elf.
"Got trouble, kid?" said the man. He was dressed in shiny ebony armour, though he wore no helm. His long black hair was streaked with red, with two plaits on either side of his face. Sassa thought he looked pretty fearsome, and she took a step back.
"I ā I ā Iā¦" Sassa stammered, unable to form the words she wanted to say. The gods had cursed her with this affliction; all the other children picked on her for her stutter, which only made it worse.
"It's alright kid, I'm not going to hurt you." His eyes shone warmly at her briefly before he turned away, and suddenly, he held the two bullies up in the air, his fists clutching the fronts of their tunics. "Now. This kid here happens to be a very good friend o' mine. Do you know who I am?" he growled.
"No, sir." One of the kids whispered, his eyes wide with fright.
"I am your worst nightmare. If you so much as even look at my good friend again, I will string you up by your ears and let my pet wolves eat you for lunch. Got it?" the kids nodded frantically, squirming in his grasp. "Do I make myself clear?" he boomed.
"Yes sir, yes indeed!"
"Good. Now bugger off!" he dropped the kids to the dirt, and they scrambled away hurriedly. The Dunmer chuckled darkly before again turning to Sassa. "There you go, little one. They shouldn't trouble you again." He patted her head, though she did flinch a little.
"Wh-wh-who are you?" she squeaked.
"My name's Berodyn Hlervu. But you may call me Bero. What is your name?" he squatted down in front of her so that he was eye-level to her.
"S-Sassa. M-my name is Sassa."
"Good to meet you, Sassa." He held a hand out to her, and she took it shyly. "I just bought Breezehome down the road there, near the smithy. If you should ever need a bully taken care of, you are welcome to come and seek me out." He said, standing again.
Sassa looked up at him, and knew she'd found a friend at last.
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She smiled at the memory; the Dunmer didn't look any different nowadays, save for a collection of different types of armour, and perhaps more muscle on him. True to his word, Bero always looked out for her from then on. She'd bump into him occasionally, and he'd spent a bit of time telling her tales of Morrowind or playing tag or hide-and-seek in the market square. Her stutter gradually faded, and by the time she reached her tenth birthday, the stutter was completely gone.
As she grew older, they remained friends. He was always there for her, no matter the situation. When her first boyfriend dumped her, he was there with comforting words and friendly hugs. When her father was killed, he was there for her. And when her mother, who had fallen into a pit of grief and dark despair, took her own life, Bero was there. He'd held her tightly against his chest, and gently rocked her. He hummed a tune softly, his warmth breath against the top of her hair. She'd drifted off to sleep eventually, and he'd carried her to Breezehome.
He kept her there, cooking and cleaning for her and keeping her as happy as was possible considering the circumstances. She did eventually return to the family home, but she was at Breezehome more often than not.
When she turned eighteen, Bero taught her how to fight with a sword and a shield. She worked hard; training all day and well into the night, until Bero would drag her inside for a meal. He would tell her how proud of her he was, and she would feel like all was good in the world.
By the time she was twenty-one, they were raiding bandit dens and taunting giants. The pair were inseparable and thick as thieves, causing havoc in every inn. They often made bets about how many partners they could take to bed in one week; Bero was usually the winner, but Sassa could never understand why.
"Bero, you're as ugly as an orc. I'm young and sexy, how in oblivion is it that you get laid more than me?" she poked him in the ribs, but he only grinned evilly at her.
"Because, little Sassy Sassa, I have a rather large cock. Women love it." He grabbed his crotch lewdly.
Sassa gasped in mock horror, and then burst into laughter.
