This is something I’ve been working on while taking a break from other things. I thought it would be fun to replay Skyrim on my Switch and give myself a set path to take instead of taking on everything at once. Then I decided it would fun to keep “a journal” from my character’s perspective, starting a bit before the date of the game’s first day.
I don’t know if it’s anything that would interest anyone else on here, but I thought I’d share. Some entries aren’t very long at all, but they all will be fairly quick reads.
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A Khajiit in Skyrim
Chapter 1 - Introduction of Self
3rd of Last Seed, 4E 201
My name is Ambrose Umbranox, and I am Khajiit. If you thought, “but that is not a typical Khajiiti name,” you would be correct. Umbranox is Imperial. When I was but a cub, I heard whispers of my lineage, however true they may be. Many moons ago, my ancestor was in Cyrodiil on business. I have come to conclude that this “business” was nothing more than petty thievery, but that is unimportant in the grand scheme of things. Because what she found is what lead to me being here, or should I say who.
My ancestor had a secret affair with the leader of the Thieves’ Guild, the Gray Fox. She kept a journal of their encounters, one I so had hoped to find, for it holds possibly the answers that I seek. For shortly after she found herself pregnant, before she could tell him, the Gray Fox… changed. Her notes suggest she thought it was a joke at first; he got someone else to don the Cowl to trick her. Her memories of her lover started to blur, but her written words remained. She clung to those, aware that her descriptions of the man she spent many nights with was now different. His build, his voice, his scent. This was not the same person. She was driven mad by this, and her child was born in secret to be raised by another.
Now, I do not believe my ancestor to be crazy, you see. The legend of the Gray Fox states the Cowl will erase the wearer’s identity, even going as far to alter memories that others may have of the individual. I believe that the Gray Fox that came back was a different person than my ancestor knew. But where did her lover go?
Her child grew to connect the pieces as well, and gathered more pieces of his own that seemed to fit the puzzle. His mother’s journal was all he had of her, his adoptive parents believing it would help him know her spirit. Through this book, she helped her son from beyond the grave. The Guild spoke often of the shadows that hide you and slipping away into the night, and he couldn’t shake that feeling like it was right in front of him. Until he travelled to the city of Anvil.
My lost and abandoned ancestor grew up loving puzzles as his life was the biggest one of all that he hoped to solve one day. He studied the works of scholars far and wide, learning the deepest secrets and ancient languages of Tamriel. So when he noticed that the thrones of Anvil were sat upon by a couple by the name of Umbranox, he was… intrigued.
The first day he visited the castle, he just sat on a bench in the Grand Hall, watching the royals perform their duties. A few guards questioned him, but his intellect opened many doors for him and usually cleared him as it was unlikely that a scholar could be trouble. The next time he visited, he brought the journal, noting side by side the similarities in his mother’s description of his father and the now-older man seated in the Throne of Anvil.
Could the Count have been the Gray Fox? My ancestor certainly thought so. Enough that he started using the name Umbranox for himself, and made sure it was passed down with the story of our lineage. For if a man can be both a Count and a Thief, then one can be anything they so wish.
As for me? This one just wants to travel while I can still see it. I’ve heard there are some ancient ruins from many civilizations up in the Skyrim territories. I’m about to celebrate another year in this existence, and I think it’s time I take that step forward. My ideal trip would be through the Pale Pass, but I hear it has caved in. Maybe I could find a way in? We shall see.
Stardew Valley Sebastian x first person fem!reader
word count: 3.4k
cw: cannabis usage, unprotected sex, I think two curse words
author’s note: This is from a dream I had a while back and couldn’t not write it down.
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I had just moved to Stardew Valley. My first Summer had come to an end, and I was crushing on Sebastian. Hard.
I was friends with Maru, his half-sister, who knew of my crush and always tried to encourage me to just say something to him. She had gotten the conversation started a few times, but both of us were too awkward and shy to really talk too much. She tried to make me feel better, saying that she thought he had a crush on me, too, but I didn’t believe her. Otherwise, why would every attempt at a conversation end the way it did?
It was the first cool day of Autumn, so Maru had planned for some friends to meet at the Stardrop that afternoon for a coffee get together. Leah and Penny were there, and we were all having fun until I saw Seb walk in with Sam and Abby. All interest in anything happening at my table was gone. Penny asked if I was okay, and Maru, noticing where my attention was, casually mentioned my crush.
“Don’t you ever talk to him when you’re over there?” Leah asked.
“I… can’t,” I blushed.
“You try getting the two shiest people in town to talk!” Maru laughed.
Our small party continued around me, even though I couldn’t take my eyes off of the tall boy with black hair back in the corner of the pub. Leah excused herself eventually, and Penny whispered something to Maru before doing the same. As we gathered our things to head out, Maru invited me to dinner at her house with her family. My face felt hotter at the suggestion, but I finally agreed.
“Hey, Seb!” she called on our way out the door. “Don’t be late tonight!”
Sebastian waved his hand her way to acknowledge her, and his eye briefly caught mine. I felt my heart catch, and decided to run home for a change of clothes first.
Once I made it to the home of the carpenter’s family, I found Maru outside on her patio waiting for me.
“Perfect timing!” she beamed. “Seb just got home a few minutes ago.”
I laughed nervously. “Okay…”
“You can’t go all night and not say a word to him. It’s painful to watch you two pine for each other.”
I scoffed. “He barely knows I exist.”
“Then why did his face turn redder than Gus’ pasta sauce when I told him you were coming tonight?”
I couldn’t fight the smile that took over my face. “Really?”
Maru giggled. “Mom’s in the kitchen making dinner. I convinced Dad to help her. If you were to go in the front and slip down the stairs, you could hang out with him a little.”
I froze. “I don’t know if I could,” I replied, feeling my fear coming back.
“Oh, come on,” she insisted, grabbing my arm to lead me around the front of the house.
“Your parents are expecting me though.” I tried to think of an excuse.
“I’ll tell them you had to ask Seb a computer question.” There was no shaking her.
We quietly made our way through the front door and down the basement stairs without so much as a creaky floor board, a testament to Robin’s skill.
Maru rapped her knuckles on the door. “Hey, Seb?”
There was a light thud followed by the sound of something spraying. “Hold on!” he called from the other side. The door opened slightly. “What do you need?” he asked, again catching my eye. I saw pink flush his cheeks before we both looked away.
“She has a question about—God, Sebastian. Smoking before dinner?” Maru waved her hand around to clear a cloud of smoke and air freshener as she entered the room, pulling me in behind her.
“Sorry,” he shrugged.
Maru covered her nose once entering. “I’m going to get some air so I don’t catch a contact high. I’ll leave you to it,” she shot me a smile on her way out.
Unable to think of anything to say, I pleaded for her to stay with my eyes wide and mouth agape. She closed the door behind her.
Sebastian and I stood in silence for a few moments. I swallowed hard, trying to find something to talk about.
“So, you had a question?” Sebastian asked me. His voice was rich and deep. I often imagined him to have a smooth singing voice, and wondered if he ever sang any of the songs in Sam’s band.
My mind raced for something to ask him about computers, eyes darting around the room frantically before they fell on the ash tray. He noticed where I was looking.
“Sorry,” he apologized again, taking a step to put the joint out.
“No—it’s okay,” I said. “I don’t mind.”
“You smoke?” he asked, offering it to me.
“I’ve had some… baked goods… before,” I laughed nervously.
He smiled. “Cool.”
His hand was still stretched out.
“Why not?” I said, hoping it would help me relax. It was supposed to work quicker than edibles anyway, and I could use that at a time like this.
He sat down on his couch, and offered me a place next to him. I sat and took a drag, coughing instantly.
“Whoa, easy,” he said.
“That doesn’t happen with brownies,” I laughed, handing the joint back.
He laughed as well, “I guess it doesn’t.”
His laugh was so beautiful, I thought my heart would melt and leave me for dead right there. Trying to regain my composure, if I ever had any, I looked around the room again. My eyes settled on a stack of games in the corner.
“You play?” Seb asked.
“No.”
“Oh.”
“Not that I don’t want to. I just never had any friends back in my old town who liked those kinds of games,” I added quickly.
“‘Nerd games’?” he grinned.
“That’s what they’d call them. I never had the heart to say I actually wanted to play. So I mainly did online gaming, where I could play alone or with people who didn’t know me.”
He perked up. “You still play anything?”
“I wanted to, but I can’t seem to get my computer hooked up to anything on the farm. I think I’m too far out.” I realized that was my opening. “I… Maru said you’re good with computers. Maybe you could help me out sometime?”
“Yeah,” he said taking another drag. “I can look at it. I have some old parts lying around that I may be able to use to get a stronger signal out your way.”
“That’d be great!” I beamed. I cleared my throat and tried not to look too eager. The weed was doing its job, and I definitely felt more relaxed talking to him now. “So what do you do anyway?” I motioned to his set up.
“A little bit of everything,” he said, standing up.
I followed him to his corner where he had his computer set up. All kinds of gadgets were in a pile off to the side.
“I do programming for people, mostly. I also build websites and PCs occasionally.” He pulled up a screen filled with code. “I know it doesn’t look like much to other people…” he trailed off.
“No, I think it’s amazing that you can do all of that. You must be insanely smart.”
He blushed. Noticing I didn’t have a place to sit, he reached by me to pull over a stool, bushing my leg in the process. “Sorry,” he blushed again.
“You’re fine,” I said, taking the seat next to him. “Show me some more.”
He seemed surprised that someone took an interest in his work because it took him a moment to respond. “Uh, sure. Here’s one I’m working on now. This guy’s starting a small business and needs systems to keep track of everything from inventory to employees’ hours.” He clicked through a few windows before typing. “So, for example, if I type in this line of text…”
Suddenly, he stopped typing and sat frozen in his chair.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
His face got red again, and I realized that I began leaning on his chair arm at some point, and our arms were pressed together.
“Oh!” I jumped back. It was my turn to apologize. “I didn’t mean—“
“No, it’s… okay,” he smiled softly.
The time seemed to stretch as we sat there smiling at each other like two fools. I was grateful that my high was keeping me from panicking and running away, but still completely unable to break the silence around us. I opened my mouth, hoping something would just come out when his lips were suddenly on mine.
He pulled away just as suddenly. “Oh, my god…” he said in disbelief of himself.
“Wow,” was all that came out of me.
“You’re not mad?”
“Mad?” I laughed. “I have had the biggest crush on you since I first saw you!” My hands clasped over my mouth. I was very aware that my heart was thumping loudly. What had I said?
“Really?” The biggest smile I’ve ever seen caressed his face. He nervously rubbed his neck. “So have I. On you, I mean.”
It took all I had not to burst into tears of joy. I couldn’t believe Maru was right. My mind was racing with ways to thank her without making it weird when I felt Sebastian’s hand around my waist, pulling me into his lap. His lips were back on me, and I eagerly returned them. My hands ran through his dyed hair as he pulled my knees up to straddle him on the chair. Once as close as we could get to each other, his hands latched onto my hips, squeezing as though he thought I would disappear any moment. Suddenly sharing his feelings, I sucked on his bottom lip. I felt his tongue brush against my mouth, and I welcomed it in. The taste of the sweet smoke was still on his breath, and I breathed him in deep.
I felt his fingers reaching for the hem of my hoodie when a knock on the door yanked us back from our bliss.
“Sebby!” his mom called from the other side of the door.
Panicking, I slid off his lap and ducked under the desk at his feet.
“Uhm… yeah, Mom?” Sebastian replied nervously.
I heard the door open, and I crouched lower.
“Hey, Maru told me her friend was coming over for dinner tonight,” Robin said.
“Oh?” Sebastian moved his chair in a little further.
“She said she was down here with you?”
“Oh!” He finally understood the situation. “She’s uh, just in… the bathroom.” I saw him point across the room where I assumed he had a private bathroom.
“Oh, well, when she gets out, can you send her up? I want to make sure her home is ready for winter. It gets cold here in the Valley.”
“I’ll do that.”
She took a step away, and I thought we were in the clear. “Are you still on that computer this late?”
“Umm…” Sebastian looked at his computer and pretended to return to typing. “Yeah, the client moved up the deadline, so I’m putting in extra hours.”
“You’ve been on there so much lately. Why don’t you spend more time with your friends instead of cooped up all day?”
“Mom, I just got home from seeing them for lunch.”
“And now you’re working while you have a visitor.”
“I said she’s in the bathroom!”
“And you still can’t take…” She went silent. “She’s been in there a while. Is she okay?”
Sebastian’s pale face lighten a bit more. “Um…”
I started miming to him from under the desk, catching his attention.
“She’s uh… washing her face…” he said slowly.
“Why?”
“I didn’t ask.” He tried to cut off any more questions. “Mom—when she’s out, I’ll let her know you want to see her. But please, I really need to get this done.”
Robin sighed and crossed back to the door. “Alright. Please don’t work too late, Seb.”
“I won’t,” he told her as the door closed. His shoulders slumped forward as he exhaled. “Holy shit,” he sighed down at me.
I climbed out from under the desk and stood in front of him.
“Why did you say washing your face?” he asked me.
“It was the only thing I could think of that sounded normal.” I rubbed my head. “I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have…”
“No,” he stood up. I’d never looked at how tall he was until he was right in front of me. I gazed up into his dark chestnut eyes. “It was my fault. But I liked it,” he offered.
“So did I,” I admitted.
“Do you maybe wanna stay a little longer?” he whispered with a half-smile.
“Kinda,” I nodded.
He motioned me towards the bed as he slipped by to lock the door. “Can’t have her walking in again.”
We sat on the bed next to each other, both remembering how awkward our sober selves are. Laughing it off together, he pulled my face close to his. We kissed as we inched further back on his bed. He laid down next to me, cupping my face in his hands. My tongue found its way back inside his mouth, desperate to pick up where we left off. His hand started to trail down my chest, lightly grazing my breast as he made his way back to the hem of my hoodie once more. I broke the kiss, pulling a soft groan from him in the process. Propping myself up, I slipped the sweater over my head. My shirt had clung to it and came half off with it.
“Hell with it,” I whispered as I threw off my shirt too.
Sebastian stared for a minute as I now lay in front of him in my bra. Barely audible, I heard him whisper “yes” and he returned to kissing me.
His hands now explored new grounds. I felt him pause as he neared my breast again, so I gently moved his hand there for him. Waiting for that permission, he gave it a firm squeeze. I hummed in approval. His kisses traveled down my jaw and neck, reaching my chest. I rolled flat on my back for him. Kissing me through my bra, he finally looked up, thumbing one of the straps.
“May I?” he asked politely.
I grinned at how shy he still was, fighting himself to do what he desired. It made me feel better about feeling the same. I nodded at him. “Please,” I answer, lifting my back so he can reach the hooks.
As he unhooked my bra, he kissed me two more times with a quick, “Thank you,” causing me to smile harder.
His mouth closed over one of my nipples while his hand caressed the other. I closed my eyes, lost in the feeling of finally being with Sebastian after months of thinking he didn’t know I existed. He sat up and removed his own hoodie and shirt in one quick movement, tossing them to the floor.
“Wow,” I remarked, taking him in.
“What?” he asked self-consciously. “Pale?”
“No,” I laughed. “Hot.”
He blushed again before situating himself between my legs. Our bare torsos were hot against each other. I ran my hands along his side and back, feeling every inch of him. His black hair fell like a curtain against my face, softly tickling my cheek.
“Seb!” Robin called from the stairs.
We both sat upright.
“Kind of busy!” he yelled back. “I am so sorry,” he mouthed to me.
“Dinner is ready. Is she still here?”
“I am,” I call out.
“Are you okay?” she asked with a hint of concern.
“Fine. Allergies,” I blurted out.
“Allergies?”
“Im not used to the mountain yet, I guess.” I tried to keep my voice steady. “I took an antihistamine, and I’m… lying down for a minute.”
“Okay. I hope you feel better,” Robin replied.
“Actually, Mom?” Sebastian added. “Go ahead and eat without us. Once I’m done… working, I’m going to take her out for dinner.”
“That’s nice of you, Sebby!” she called though.
Sebastian looked down with embarrassment. “Yep…” He begged silently, “Please leave now.”
We waited a moment more after her footsteps disappeared.
“This is why I lock the door,” he stated.
“It’s okay, really,” I insisted.
“I mean it, though. I’d like to take you out. I know we only have the one place, but we could go into the city if you want.”
“I’m afraid I don’t know the city too well.”
“I’ll show you around, then,” he offered with a hint of confidence. “Do you think…” he considered for a minute. “Do you think I could be your boyfriend?”
“After all this? I sure hope so.” We laughed.
He leaned forward to kiss me again. “Should we continue, or is it ruined for good this time?” he asked.
Sitting against him as I was, I could feel how hard he was in his jeans. “I think I’d like to continue,” I whispered against his lips.
We kicked off our shoes and socks, and his hands flew to my belt. He slowly slid off my remaining layers, saving it all to memory. Any fear I had of how I looked naked washed away when Sebastian looked over me with adoration. He seemed hesitant to remove his own jeans, but finally sat bare in front of me.
Lying on top of me to kiss me again, he reached to touch me, letting his fingers feather over my folds. As he placed kisses on my neck, I opened my legs further to allow him access. I felt two slender fingers dip in and swirl my opening, pulling the wetness from inside. He pulled back up, circling my clit before going back down to repeat the motion. His fingers slowly slid all the way inside of me as he nuzzled into my neck.
“Are you sure?” he asked dreamily.
“I’m sure,” I told him, kissing his hair.
He pulled his fingers out and placed them in his mouth, sucking my juices off with an “mmm.” He moved to line himself up, and I took in the sight of his penis, long and pale as he was, with the tip matching the color of his cheeks when he blushed. There was precum beading at the tip of it, which he swirled along his head and shaft before moving it to my entrance. Slowly, he thrusted in. I shuddered from the sensation of him raking along all the right places. He gripped my waist, keeping a steady pace, the sounds of my wetness slowly being drowned out by the sound of his hips hitting my thighs.
The sight of him before me, fucking me in the dim corner of his room was too much. “Seb… I think I’m… oh—“
Warmth gushed out of me and dripped down his cock. He froze and stared at me.
“I didn’t mean to…” I started to apologize.
“Can you do that again?” he cut me off.
He leaned down to cover me with his body. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He moaned as he started to thrust with even more passion than before, sucking my neck and mumbling praises to me.
“You’re too good, Sebastian,” I called back to him. “You just feel so good.”
He reached his hand between our bodies and started to rub my clit with purpose. He locked his mouth onto mine as our tongues snaked around each other. I moved my legs more, allowing him maximum penetration. A few more thrusts and I felt myself start to come undone. I moaned into his mouth as I came. His hips stuttered at the feeling of me tightening around him, and he pumped me full of his hot cum.
He laid on my chest, rubbing my sides and I lazily played with his hair, both of us still panting. After a moment, he raised his head to peer into my eyes.
“I think I saw Yoba,” I laughed.
“I think I’m in love with you,” he said with a straight face.
“W—what?”
Sebastian sat up, staying inside of me. He moved closer to my face. “I think I’m in love with you,” he repeated.
“Are you still high?” I asked him.
“No. Not the least bit,” he assured as he kissed me.
