Skyrim One-Shots

Farkas x Reader ~Questions~

"____, you look, uh, good," the dark-haired Nord mumbled, eyes trained on the floor as you walked towards him. A smile grew on your face, and you gave him a quick hug, which he returned.

The dress you wore fit better than you thought it would, the dark gown bringing out your body shape and frame. Fakas wore a set of armor, cleaner and more sophisticated than his usual set.

"Thank you," you smiled. His began to walk with you out of the underlayer of Jorrvaskr, placing a hesitant hand on your waist. You two had been dating for quite some time, and yet he still got so shy.

Positively adorable.

"I mean, uh, really good," he added nervously. 

"Oh?" you tease with a grin, opening up the door to head up the stairs leading up to the main level of the building.

"Yeah. Beautiful."

His face grew the tiniest bit red, and you laughed merrily while heading out of the home of the Companions.

"You know, you look pretty good yourself, Farkas."

He ruffled, "Uh-huh. I could barely compare to you, honestly."

A light dust of red few across your face while the cool Whiterun night air surrounded your exposed collarbones and back. "I mean that! You look better than your brother all the way, he wears a skirt for Gods' sake!"

He cackled, grinning. "I'll have to tell him."

"Oh, the look that'll be on his face. I will eagerly await the day," you giggle, leaning your head lightly on his shoulder that your head just barely reached.

As he led you up the stairs to Dragonsreach, the hand on your waist retreated, his face displayed an odd amount of anxiousness. You quirked a brow, locking eyes, and he waved it off with a quiet murmur under his breath.

When you entered the Jarl's home, the lutes of bards filled your ears. People danced joyously, spinning round and round until they near puked. Drinks of any kind were supplied on the main dining table, being refilled and restocked by quick servants with wide smiles.

The torches were bright, crackling and adding to the melodious laughter of happy citizens, the Stormcloaks fed off without a hand of help from the Imperials, and their position secured. 

Very few had been lost in the excellent defense the Whiterun guard had put up, despite the less than practical layout of the hold, the enemy hadn't even breached the main gate, much less gotten as far as the drawbridge.

Whiterun was not hesitant to use any soldier available, be it a mage, assassin, or anything deemed un-noble by Nords. That, in turn, scared the Stormcloaks shitless, for they had not expected huge plumes of fire to break their ranks and create general chaos. Even then, the oil that had been set all on the main pathway had been an even worse surprise for the offensive.

So, yes, everyone in Whiterun was basking in the victory. They'd used tactics so old and absurd people paid no mind to them, and it won their immediate triumph.

Being a member of the Companions, you were sworn to be neutral in any political affairs.

But nothing states against protecting your homeland, and you and all the others did just that.

Even those who could barely shoot were put to use- it was a large scale attack, you didn't need to be accurate.

Farkas quietly led you to your shared family, hanging relatively all around one area. 

Aela's smirk caught you off guard when you approached. She never had a grin like that if she wasn't doing anything, the question being, what did she know that you didn't?

You furrowed a brow, noticing the Nord beside you stiffening uncomfortably as he neared the red-haired huntress. Vilkas, the twin of your lover, scoffed.

"And there you both are, late as usual." 

A glare flashed from your eyes at the unspoken accusation, and Farkas tried to fight a smile at your meager spitefulness.

"Shut up, dirt wad."

"Watch it, whelp."

"Oh, I swear I'm going to chop your-"

Farkas laid a hand on your shoulder, a small smile on his face. "He's pushing your buttons, ____."

You huffed, rolling your eyes.

"If anything, you're the better twin by a mile," you grumbled. He chuckled at the childish gesture.

"So, Icebrain," Aela started with a wolfish grin, "you gonna pop that question we were talking about earlier?"

He shuffled uncomfortably in response, frowning.

"I, uh, I don't know," he stated with a weak shrug. Kodlak, who'd been talking with Skjor, briefly walked over in slight interest, the old warrior following behind only to split off and walk to stand beside Aela.

You gave a suspicious glance to the part-werewolf beside you.

"C'mon, boy, you've been mulling over this for weeks," the Harbinger encouraged.

"Farkas?" you questioned quietly, and he turned to you, a nervous wreck.

"Uhm..."

"He's asking you to-" the red-head tried to get out, only to be suddenly cut short.

"Aela, shut your mouth," Skjor growled, placing a firm hand on the woman's mouth while she glowered and wriggled, trying to break his wrist.

"Marry me?" Farkas choked out after a long pause, forcing a panicked smile.

You literally screamed, hands flying to your mouth with wide eyes and a huge smile under them.

Like, a Stormcloak calvary's internal thoughts while meeting Ulfric Stormcloak himself type of scream.

Complete brain failure.

"Of course! Yes, yes, yes!"

He embraced you in a crushing hug, the both of you damn near bawling.

Ria and Athis, who'd been watching from a distance, threw their fists in the air and barked out loud yells of delight.

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This was so cute.

I say that for most chapters, but this was-

I can't.

Farkas is the flipping best, okay? He's so nice and just a total cinnamon roll-

 I can't.

Okay, okay.

Down to business.

I need requests, otherwise ya'll are getting Ulfric again.

Maybe Galmar if I feel extra mean.

Oh, that would be hilarious.

Here are some to choose from:

Faendal, Mercer, Legate Rikke, Elisif, Miraak, Human Alduin, Lydia, Ondolemar, ect.

Don't feel limited to the list, I'm open to anyone. 

With fair threats and warnings (lol im kidding i love yall),

Dani out.

Adieu!