Hey guys! Here is the original prompt: iSo in one of my playthroughs, my Dragonborn was collecting all the mead and wine and ale in the Hall of Attainment and arranging all the bottles and sweetrolls and pies on Ancano's bed in an attempt to be a pain in his ass, frame him (albeit ridiculously) of hoarding and living like a slob, and earn him the ire and annoyance of the already-suspicious students and faculty of the college. She decides to go rooting through his things just to see what the heck sort of things a Thalmor packs, anyway, and she finds-I kid you not-an Amulet of Kynareth. Which increases one's Stamina. My DB had a good giggle about that. This actually happened in my playthrough, and I'd love very much to see a fill in which all of the above happens, and then continues with...

...Ancano walking in on her shenanigans. He begins to threaten to make her life there supremely uncomfortable, but then she dangles the Amulet in his face and threatens to let slip to every living soul that he needs 'assistance' in the stamina department if he even thinks about it and that seems to shut him up for whatever reason you as the A!A see fit to come up with.

So on it goes with the pranks (anything goes!) and then eventually Ancano gets fed up and decides to prove to the little troublemaker that his stamina is /just fine/ and he does so on several orgasmic levels for both of them.

Bonus Internets awarded if:
+ F!DB is preferably Breton or Imperial (or Bosmer, if you insist) since they seem like the types most prone to playfulness (not to mention short and cute), also size-kink :D
+ The sex can happen anywhere, but must be audible to others. Brief snippets of various NPC reactions to the noise are absolutely acceptable :D
+ There is some underlying teasing affection and/or sexual frustration hinted at between FDB and Ancano throughout the narrative.
+ He keeps something of hers at the end to pay her back for taking his Amulet (a bra corset that's padded to make her look bigger in the bust than she actually is, would be excellent justice)

Squicks include Anal and bathroom stuff. Other than that, go to town. Rough sex it up, make it happen among the mess she keeps making in his room, make him make a nice creamy mess in HER room, use magic if you want, or not, whatever works for you. No outright non-con, but dub-con is fine, as long as F!DB still gets off at least a couple times :D I just really, really want to see the above scenario above unfold in pretty much any form./I

Read and review if you wish. But above all, enjoy!

Gia Blackblood never intended to be a vandal, but Ancano pissed her off to no end. The snooty Altmer rubbed her in all the wrong ways, and she had taken to petty revenge and pranks to annoy him. Albeit, secretly. She had no wish to directly confront him. He was... intimidating to say the least. On more than one occasion, he'd shown the college mages his magicka prowess, especially his destruction spells, and it far exceeded her own. The bright idea to toss random junk on his bed occurred to her when she realized that his bedroom was obviously a quickly thrown-together mess located in a hay storage room. It was only fitting that she store a few more things in there, no?

Though, why the college stored hay she didn't know. Perhaps it was food for Brelyna's other unfortunate experiment victims.

The Breton wrinkled her smallish nose at this thought; being changed into a cow and horse respectively had not been the funnest thing to ever happen to her. Thank the Divines that Brelyna had at least known enough to change her back almost instantly. And they had never spoken of it since. Shaking her head, Gia continued with the matter at hand. After a few more precisely stacked sweet rolls on his pillow, she topped it off with a carefully balanced bottle of spiced wine. There! A masterpiece if she did say so herself.

Satisfied, she turned to make a quick getaway when another bright idea stopped her in her tracks. There was a large chest in here. One that hadn't been in here before. Chests were the best thing ever. They almost always held interesting (and profitable) items for her to loot. This one was different, however... This chest belonged to a member of the Thalmor.

'What in Oblivion would a Thalmor think to keep locked in a chest?' she wondered with a certain wicked glee.

Welly-well then! Why not find out?

Crouching in a sneaking stance, the little Breton drew one of her trusty lock picks and went to work. After a couple of failed attempts (of course he would have a master locked trunk), she finally heard a familiar clicking sound, and the lid popped open a smidge. Gia glanced around for a moment and listened to make sure there were no footsteps approaching before she began to rifle through Ancano's possessions.

'Let's see here,' she silently mused, 'glass dagger, extra robes, small clothes, ooooooh, fifty septims! Yoink!' these she pocketed automatically before continuing her search. 'Eh, he doesn't have much of anything else interesti- Hold on. What's this now?'

Gia spied an amulet of some sort buried under a pile of smalls; only the chain was visible. Curiosity piqued, she snagged the loop of shiny metal with a slender finger and drew it out. It was... an amulet of... Of... Kynareth?

"Pffffft!" Gia snorted laughter and began to shake with mirth.

Poor Ancano. Seemed he needed that little extra ooomph in the stamina department. What a shame.

So amused was she that she failed to notice the sound of approaching footfalls, followed by a tall figure appearing in the door frame behind her. Ancano stopped abruptly and stared down at the crouching human with disbelief. He almost thought he might be imagining things. For who would be foolish enough to DARE to steal from a member of the Thalmor? Especially a ranking member such as himself. A dead woman, that's who.

Gia started in fright as the sound of crackling filled the air behind her. Jerking around, and falling on her back-end doing so, she saw the large Altmer looming over her, wrath coloring his distinguished features.

"Any last requests, girl?" He drawled, charging a lightning bolt spell.

For a moment, she was speechless. Then, true to her nature, "My last request is for you to not do whatever you're planning to do to me."

He eyed her sourly, recognizing her once she'd turned. Slowly, he lowered his hands and the fierce glowing in his palms subsided, "You're that new apprentice. Hardly worth me wasting a good spell on."

"Yes! Exactly! Why waste good magicka on lil' ol' me? I'm not worthy!" Gia nodded with enthusiasm, desperately trying to be charmingly amusing.

Ancano didn't appear to be particularly charmed nor amused. His attention turned towards the mess on his bed, "So then. I suppose it's been you stacking the swill that passes for food here on my bed this whole time?"

She saw no point in denying it, "Yes. I did it. And I'd do it again!"

At this bold assertion, the high elf arched a slanted brow. He peered down at the little Breton with a bit more interest, "Is that so? What would you say if I told you that I was going to arrest you for such a show of disrespect? Maybe turn you over to Commander Rulindil for questioning?"

Gia swallowed audibly. Rulindil was a Thalmor interrogator. One of the more sadistic ones, if you could believe the rumors. In Skyrim, word traveled fast. Everyone knew that the Thalmor enjoyed torture, despite their so-called distinguished charm and grace... Even if wasn't openly admitted.

"What if I told everyone that you have this?" She held up the necklace and couldn't help the amused expression that crossed her face. Clearly she was grasping at straw, but she had nothing else to bargain with. "I find it funny that a member of such a supposedly superior race would need help boosting his stamina. I bet if word got around, your reputation would suffer a tad, hmmm?"

At this, Ancano barely managed to suppress the look of outrage that threatened to overtake his features. In fact, he did not need a stamina perk. That particular amulet was a... memento of sorts. From his very first arrest and successful interrogation. Unfortunately, the Thalmor were expressly forbidden to keep contraband of any sort, and such a revelation would likely land him into some rather serious trouble. His reputation would be the least of his worries then. No, best not let this little wench see any such reaction. That would most certainly let her know that she had some leverage in this situation.

"I could just kill you here and now. That would assure all manner of things, including your silence," he mused aloud.

"But, but... if you did that, then we'll never become the best of friends!" She blurted nonsensically. Gia began to tremble ever so slightly. Fear was creeping its way into her bones.

Again, Ancano paused with a raised brow. Odd little wretch, wasn't she. Hm. He was not used to anyone reacting to his presence in such a manner. Ordinarily, he was met with barely concealed disdain. Not that he couldn't match their disdain with his own; he could. And quite thoroughly too. Still though, he had to admit that it was a tad refreshing for someone to try and banter with him. After all, being stationed in this desolate frozen pit was starting to wear on him. Perhaps he shouldn't act so rashly. This particular human had made a slight reputation for herself lately, doing various odd-jobs for other students. And even though she was a wanderer... she always made her way back to the college to check in every few days. Her disappearance would not go unnoticed.

"I think it highly unlikely that you and I would ever become 'the best of friends'," he replied, gazing down at her shaking form.

At once, an absolutely heartbroken expression passed over her features and she heaved an exaggerated sighing sob. Although he was aware she was playacting, trying to garner his sympathies, the Altmer couldn't help but be the tiniest bit amused at her antics.

"I've left you sweet rolls and wine, though! And pies! Delicious pies that I could have eaten myself! And I have for weeks! Just for you! What, WHAT will it take to earn your love?" she wailed into her hands. After a moment of apparent supreme saddness, she peeked up at him between her fingers.

"Hand over what you've stolen from me, for one," he said, holding out an expectant, gloved hand.

She did so, though a bit petulantly. Ancano snatched the amulet out of her fingers rather quickly, rather relieved, and stored it deep in one of his robe's pockets, "And the septims."

At this, she frowned openly. Mumbling, she did as she was told, casting a mournful glance at the lost gold coins. "Soooo, can I go? Are we good?"

"Perhaps. Perhaps not. I might still decide to arrest you if you anger me again. You might think of this before denying any future requests that I might command of you. Need I remind you that we are the authority in Skyrim; our word is law."

Without another word, Ancano turned on his heel and walked away, plotting.