Mercer Backstory: Smutty Oneshots
Mercer groaned and rubbed his jaw. "Don't remind me," he said. "Gallus wants us to be respectable. I just want to be the roguish highwayman who scandalizes old ladies and corrupts innocent farm boys."
Jon settled himself back into the pillows. "Is that right?"
Ever wonder what would happen if, way back in the day, Mercer Frey was the local Guild boss in Windhelm? And he unwittingly got himself mixed up with the most wholesome sea captain e'er to grace the docks? And they liked to roleplay?
Of course you didn't, but I wrote it for you anyway. Enjoy.
- Part 1 of Mercer Backstory: Smutty Oneshots
Maven licked her lips and leaned to speak in Mercer’s ear, her chest pressing lightly against his, her hair catching on his stubble. “I’ve enjoyed watching you speak, Mister Frey. I do hope I’ve not misjudged your talents.”
A sensation like a purr filled Mercer’s chest, and he turned so his lips grazed Maven’s sharp cheekbone as he spoke. “Not at all, Miss, uh—”
She shivered against him and brought a hand to his waist. “Maven will be fine.”
Mercer, newly appointed as Gallus's second-in-command, gets himself involved with an important client.
- Part 2 of Mercer Backstory: Smutty Oneshots