Skyrim One-Shots

Kharjo x Reader ~Welcome to The Caravan~

Right. You had to get two empty soul gems, a change of clothing, some healing potions, a few lockpicks, and steel ore and or ingots if they caravan had any. A mental list you had to remember. Not too hard, you hoped.

You opened the gated that led out of Riften, a coin purse at your waist and sharp looks from the guards. Yeah, they didn't much fancy you rutting around in their town, but seriously, Riften was awful in a way that it was great, and you couldn't help but rut around in the mischievous affairs of the nobles of the town. Maven was starting to despise you, though no assassins had been thrown upon you yet. The Thieves Guild tried and continues to try (and fail) to get you to join their ranks. 

Not that you had anything personal against them that would cause you not to join, you just had other priorities. That guild needed a lot of work that you had not the time nor effort for. And even if you ever did join, you would have to work your way up to start actually changing things, which would be an absolute pain. You were busy bothering Maven and helping the townsfolk with errands and such for easy money. You weren't much of a family person, and that was the mindset that every single group and organization had in Skyrim. They forced it too hard.

That was why you liked the Khajit caravan. They were fun-loving but calm and friendly, and they could crack some great pranks and jokes. Even the guards of the group were damn funny. You didn't understand why some people didn't like them- sure, their race had a bad habit of being thieves and addicts, but they were just friendly merchants!

Often times, you shared lunch or dinner with them while they were in the area, and you'd had some good memories from them. In Skyrim, you had quickly found people didn't take to you well, Dragonborn or not, and so, you huddled with the fellow outcasts. Really, everyone was missing out.

Then again, you were glad they were missing out- it meant you got all the fun. Screw their meetings and balls and parties, you wanted delicious, savory food and even better hearty company.

If you were honest with yourself, though, you got lonely. And by lonely, you didn't mean something that could just go away with a few minutes of talking to someone. A deep-rooted, slow throb of emotional pain was what you got, and the people of the caravan were the only ones who seemed to be able to cure it.

"Ah! The dragon returns!" came a loud, accented and joyful female cry. Zaynabi.

"You saw nothing, Kharjo!" one of the guards barked- Dro'marash. 

"I did not smell them! I told you, I may not smell them, or I may!" the Khajit cried.

"Oi, stop bulling my best buddy," you yelled, "he's fragile, Dro'marash!"

Ahkari, the main trader, let out a wide laugh. "Oh, you have seen nothing yet. They have been like this all morning. Come, come, see what goods I offer! We have restocked since you've last visited!"

You clapped, excited. "I need 3 pieces of steel, preferably ingots but ore will suffice, two empty grand soul gems, 3 healing potions, a handful of lockpicks, and then some clothes."

"I heard clothing!" Zaynabi cheered while Ahkari set off to gather the order. "Here, here, have your pick. This batch is finer than the last, I assure!"

You walked over to the woman, a wide smile on her face as she offered and displayed the said items. Kharjo let out a laugh. "You wear clothing like Ahkari? I have never seen you in anything but armor, dragon!"

You chuckled. "I'm awful at washing clothes, but think I'm ready to try again. I'm too used to armor, I guess, that's why it's so difficult."

"You will go meet with the Jarls for the moot?" he questioned.

You blinked rapidly. You hadn't even... Hadn't even thought of the moot. You didn't get an invitation. You shook your head, starting to smile. "Nah, fuck them."

There was a ring of laughter throughout the caravan, their faces bright with glee and giggles.

"You know," Ahkari started, peaking her head out of her tent, "you could sell some of your dragon bones with us, beloved friend."

Your eyes went wide. "Really?"

Zaynabi whooped loudly, "Join us, dragon!"

"I think it a great idea," Kharjo grinned. The other guard beside him nodded.

"Khajit and dragon caravan!" Zaynabi cried enthusiastically. You flushed, smiled.

Well, fuck Riften, then.

You wanted to roll with your (much cooler) friends.

And become the best Dragonborn merchant there ever was.

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sorry this is short and sweet, my fingers were basically just moving haha

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