Skyrim One-Shots

Farkas x Reader ~Nightime~

You flipped yourself so your other side was against the bed, goosebumps raised all along your arms and legs despite the blankets that laid atop you.

A quiet muffle of anger left your mouth, and you adjusted your pillow with eyes clenched shut.

With every rise of your chest, you shook and your teeth chattered inside your mouth. 

Exhaustion crept into the skin below your eyes, long in the making after countless nights of intense traveling and important meetings and wearing down your shoulders, day by day, night by night. Silence settled in the room around you, loud in its impossibility as insomnia hummed you awake, lulling your senses yet forcing you to stay awake.

The cold bit and snarled around you, and only then did you realize you'd forgotten to light any sort of fire to resist the Whiterun chill during the winter months. 

You'd been waiting to just fall in a bed and just sleep for so damn long, yet it seemed like everything was missing. The heat, the relief- it felt like you were simply in a sick limbo which you couldn't shake despite intense efforts.

Moments later, so numb to your own mind, the many weeks of stress formed yet you were unaware, the anxiety dripping own your cheeks in painfully slow and inconsistent rhythms. 

Your eyes only closed to blink, and only opened to tear once more.

Every night, you were alone. Every day, you were alone, walking this path of terror and fear without a guide, without the steady environment to guide you in your long and painful travels.

The expectations of you just piled higher and higher.

First, the Dragonborn, then the Arch-Mage, Harbinger, Thane of all holds, Peace-Maker, council member, and so many more.

How in the hell could one person balance that? Even now, Alduin was dead, and your life had no direction.

The leaders of each war faction poked and prodded at you like children, the Thalmor hovering about with sharp swords and destructive spells, the paralyzing fear that the world would turn on you- oh, by the gods, it was too much.

With weak, tired limbs and hesitant movements, you stepped onto the stone floor and stood out of your bed.

Midnight. It was nearly midnight. 

And yet, there was not a hint of doubt in your mind.

Your feet padded across the floors of Jorvaskrr silently, exiting your room and heading to another nearby with lidded eyes and cold embracing you.

Fragile knuckles rasped against a wood door.

You waited for a moment.

Another.

The muffled shuffle of movement reached your ears, lightening your chest that was wrought with undeserving guilt, and the door opened.

A man, muscled and standing nearly 6 and a half feet missing a shirt and dark shaggy hair handing around a sharp jaw met your gaze, iron-like eyes confused but certainly not upset. His scent; a hum of comfort left your chest, though stopping at your throat.

Woodland and dirt- nature in its raw fury and fine weaving was his scent. It put an aching soul at rest. 

"____," was the tired yawn, his voice deep but not overly so as he spoke in slight slurs. "You alright?"

Nervously, your posture slackened. "I could not sleep," your voice fell at the end of the words. 

"Come in," Farkas invited quietly, stepping aside and gently tugging you into the dimly lit room.

The calloused hand that had made contact with your arm buzzed with warmth, and he let out a low, concerned rumble from his throat.

He walked to his bed, sitting on it and positioning himself so his back was resting against the wall and his legs partially hung off the side. He patted the space beside him, grey eyes lit in the darkness.

You blinked in slight surprise but were seated next to him a few moments after the wordless request.

The werewolf drew out a breath and pulled out a small folded fur from beneath the pillow beside him and handed it to you.

You took it was a thankful nod, crossing your legs and laying the pelt on top of your shivering form.

An arm draped around you, warmth radiating from it. 

"You know," Farkas started with sleepy lids, "you work yourself too hard."

"Do I?"

Confused. You were confused.

He nodded. "I haven't seen you in weeks, ____. You look like you haven't eaten a thing in months, haven't slept for a week. Stay- rest for a while."

You leaned against him, closing your eyes. "I'll try, Farkas."

He shifted, beckoning you to follow his movements as he turned to lay down.

You complied, nearly falling asleep.

His chest met with your back through thin fabric, and an arm draped around your waist. Warmth. You could've teared at it.

His chin touched your head. 

"Take care of yourself, ____," he pleaded softly.

A pause.

"I don't know if I know how."

"Then let me help you. You refuse to let anyone in, you know that? You're kind, helpful and all, but no one ever gets close to you. How can live- alone all the time?"

A breath was taken from your chest.

Shame pooled at your eyes, barely kept from racing down your face.

He sighed. "I missed you so much."

Regret filled your vines from the very core of your heart.

You turned around in the bed, tears trailing down your cheeks, and you dug your head into his chest, sharp intakes of air echoing in the room as you wept.

And yet, all he did was keep you close, murmuring quiet assurances to you in hopes to ease the onslaught of emotion you had to face.

"I missed you too, Farkas," you agreed weakly.

"Stay."

"I will," you promised.

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This was so heart-warming until it started to hurt lol.

Requests?

I'm home alone ;-;

Dani out,

Adieu!