Skyrim One-Shots

Farkas x Reader ~Quiet Summer Nights~

A sigh blew out of your mouth as you leaned against the benched you were on, staring at the now vibrant leaves of the Gildergreen though seemingly distracted by your own thoughts. The moon peeked through the branches and leaves, stars glimmering above.

The nearby hall Jorrvaskr was brimming with people, the loud music of bards muffled in the quiet open air of the chilly night. Cheers and hollers barely sifted through the old wood that was the hall of warriors, reaching your ears if you focused hard enough.

You understood the Companions' culture and Nordic culture in general, and you respected it, but you also knew it went against your own values to party all night long when someone who was beloved to you had passed.

Of course, it did no good for you to cry and moan about Kodlak's death, but you'd rather wistfully reminisce for a while rather than get blackout drunk. Times like these, you found your own company less harmful than that of others, gods know how fragile you were currently.

Not fragile in the way you could break down sobbing any second, but overly-hard on yourself and prone to take things personally. Jokes and taunts suddenly were arrows that pierced your mind like illness and you couldn't shake them until quite sometime after, so alone time usually was the best answer.

You'd grown up alone, with only your own company, and in hard times you had taught yourself to rest a few days and think before going back to the normal grind. To stop, think, and just be a body floating in the midst of sorrows often cleared your head, as rather depressing as it could be some days.

But, in retrospect, this life would be but a blur, so you knew you had to live it how you wished.

That's what Kodlak would say, at the least.

Your soul responded to the thought before you even realized you'd conjured it, and instantly, your vision blurred.

You took a deep breath, blinking hard as you leaned your elbow against the bench armrest, resting your forehead against your hand.

Tears silently dripped down your cheeks, and you folded in your lips, frowning gently in an attempt to keep your breathing steady.

You'd never be able to go see the man that might have well as been your father on weekends, or pop in after a job done for the Whiterun Jarl. There'd never be any sneaked invites to rowdy Companion dinners, and no more would you get letters of worry or assurance after being gone for more than a few weeks.

You choked on your breath, moving yourself to hover over your knees with hands covering your face as you wept for the monumental loss that had been placed upon your shoulders.

A hesitant set of feet slowly inched closer, and realizing someone was approaching, you tried to compose yourself, taking a shuddering breath to calm yourself and trying to wipe away the tears under your eyes. 

You glanced to your right, meeting eyes with a rather concerned dark-haired and muscular Nord who now was seated beside you, frowning.

"Hey, Farkas," you greeted the twin softly, forcing a weak smile. His silver eyes fell, and he apprehensively rubbed the back of his neck.

"I get it," he started quietly, "I don't like getting drunk after someone I've known for a really long time dies either. Doesn't feel right."

You nod, looking back to the Gildergreen tree in front of you as you seemingly lost your grip on reality. "Kodlak was never one for parties, anyway. From what I know, he seemed to have rather watch someone have fun sober and be able to remember it. He will remain a kind and compassionate man through the rest of his days, be them here or not."

"Yeah. I'm mad at Vilkas for always being so... ungrateful to him. He does this thing where he gets an idea of himself stuck in his head, and he has to get the crap beaten out of him before he realizes it's wrong," the man murmured, sighing. "If I could go back, I'd tell that to him. I'm not smart, but I'm not dumb either. Kodlak always got so angry whenever Vilkas would diss you off like you were a piece of trash, and I still do get mad because of it."

You stayed silent throughout the duration of his pause, looking back to the stone at your feet.

He shook his head, a smile coming onto his face. "I swear, Kodlak would lock up Vilkas in his room for hours when after you left. He'd get all mumbly and stuff, he was so angry it was unreal."

"I remember that," you agree lightly. "The time I came back with that nasty infection, Kodlak sounded like he was losing it," you laugh.

You both fell into a comfortable silence for a few minutes, just recollecting memories, before Farkas suddenly jolted.

"Crap, I forgot to tell you Aela wanted you to know she'd save some food for you," he stated guilty, and you chuckled.

"Sounds like her," you smiled softly, the curl of your lips proceeding to die out a quickly as it came.

He frowned.

"____, uh, you okay?" he questioned after a moment's silence, and you gaze flickered to him, withdrawn as you bit your lip, swallowing thickly.

"Not really," your voice cracked, and you barely held up the indifferent facade before you started to cry once more, covering your mouth.

He scooted himself closer to you, instinctively wrapping his arms around you as you mourned, and you didn't hesitate to accept it, letting the tears from your eyes drip onto his tunic as you hiccuped.

"I'm doing this right....right?" the warrior questioned anxiously after a good few minutes, a small laugh bubbling out of your chest at his odd question.

"Yep," you assured softly. "Thanks, Farkas. I mean that."

You both fell to your own sides of the bench in the moments that followed, and his face grew a barely noticeable red.

"It's not a problem. You seemed to be pretty cold, though. You sure you don't need anything from inside?"

You shook your head, smiling. "I'm good."

"Well, I'm starting to like you more than my brother, so I'm staying out here," he declared.

"Oh?"

"Uh-huh. You don't call me Icebrain either, so that's a nice change."

"If anything, you're just more inclined to how people feel rather than being a dick. Not stupid," you affirm with a cross of your arms.

He clapped enthusiastically, "See? I knew you'd get it!"

You both started to laugh, faces red from the cold.

Surely from the cold.

However, it was summer.

Summer nights aren't very cold.

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OMG FARKAS IS ADORABLE.

I CAN'T.

I'm melting- seriously.

Anyway, anyway, enough of my dramatics.

Any requests?

Part 2?

Otherwise,

(you know the drill)

Dani out,

Adieu!