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Treasured 1/1 anonymous July 26 2012, 18:57:50 UTC
There was no one else like her in all of Skyrim, and she was his.

Not the kind of his that just existed in his possessive mind, because he was possessive of his beautiful woman, but it was more than that. Belethor loved her, all of her, the dragonborn part that she'd just discovered, her prickly and oft times sarcastic nature, the flame that she could shoot from either palm.

She was a Breton like him, after all and such skill had become part of them. He was almost proud of her prowess with magic, but it was eclipsed by her penchant for beheading enemies with a warhammer nearly as big as her. They called his wife fearsome, but in reality she was much more than that.

So it didn't bother him when he saw his wife after weeks apart that she grunted at him and gave him a perfunctory kiss on the cheek and stomped upstairs, clanking in heavy armor made for a larger frame. The steady stream of curses she let out as she healed herself was like a soothing passage of music to him, just to hear her in their home again. He didn't mind that she was upstairs heating a bin of water with flames that could burn his shop to cinders and leave them homeless. With anyone else, he might have been more than a little worried, but not the Dragonborn, not his wife.

He knew her, like no one else did.

Belethor waited, finishing his daily business and locking the door to his shop. It hadn't been so long ago that his business had included her, coming back to sell off merchandise plucked from the bodies of her felled enemies. She would storm into his store, cut him off in the middle of his practiced greeting and open up her overburdened pack. He smiled at the memory, stopping on his way upstairs to listen.

He couldn't hear her any longer, no errant step, no scrambling about or muttering under her breath. This was a good sign. It meant that the bathing, healing and eating were done, it meant that he'd find her in bed, which is where he intended to make her stay.

"I'm here, my love." He said, standing in the doorway.

"Shut up." She said in a sleepy voice, rolling away from the sight of him bathed in unwelcome light shining in from the other room.

Belethor, undeterred, crawled into the bed next to her after disrobing. He was in nothing but his smallclothes, laying next to her, listening to her breathe. It had been so long since she'd been home last, and he longed to run fingers over her skin, to kiss the underside of her jaw and make her moan his name. But later, all of that would come later. There was an art to this.

"Some may call you junk; me, I call you treasure." He whispered into her hair, and waited, silently, hardly breathing. It was what he'd said the first time they'd met, when he'd tripped over his opening line at the sight of her. The laughter started as a snort that descended into a loud caw of a laugh, with the bed shaking from her spasms.

"I love you, Belethor." She said, pulling him closer. "You can always make me smile." At last he got his long awaited kiss, knowing just how to coax it from his grumpy wife. Hands roamed over his bare chest, tangling in his long dark hair.

"I missed you, my sweet." He murmured, kissing her back. In the next moment, she was no longer dragonborn with too many responsibilities and too little time, but his treasured wife, who needed him to remind her what she was fighting for.

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Re: Treasured 1/1 Tags anonymous July 26 2012, 19:00:29 UTC
char:Belethor, char:F!PC, race:Breton, kink:humor, kink:fluff, relationship:het

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Re: Treasured 1/1 anonymous July 26 2012, 22:29:04 UTC
That was oddly sweet, especially for Belethor. Well done, Anon!

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Re: Treasured 1/1 anonymous July 28 2012, 07:07:55 UTC
Absolutely wonderful! I broke out into a fit of giggles when he finally said it.

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Re: Treasured 1/1 anonymous July 29 2012, 04:06:30 UTC
very lovely story!

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Re: Treasured 1/1 anonymous September 18 2012, 00:29:22 UTC
Aww, that was sweet!

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Re: Treasured 1/1 anonymous March 2 2014, 13:57:42 UTC
Sweet and funny. Id like to read more of A!Anon works

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Re: Treasured 1/1 A!A anonymous March 4 2014, 23:30:54 UTC
oh hai, this is the a!a. I just happened to be looking through the archive and saw your comment.
I wrote a lot in this section of the meme, and some older fills. Under the "Who filled it thread" a short list of older stuff is there under the headline, happy to de-anon. It has a link to my AO3, but in case you can't find it, the name's missema.

I also wrote the Delvin fill beneath this one, and on the next few pages I've written A Price to Pay, Prying Eyes, On this day I go to Sovngarde, Widdle Dragons, For All to See and Forces of Fate.

There's a few more I wrote that I can't remember off the top of my head, and aren't on the list, but should be on my AO3. I don't do as much filling here these days, but I have a few stories on AO3 that didn't come from prompts.

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Re: Treasured 1/1 A!A anonymous March 4 2014, 23:32:30 UTC
That is to say I wrote Lack of Wit, not the unfinished fill for the prompt below.

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