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Farkas | You're The Stars

Title: You're The Stars

Word Count: 536

Pairing: Farkas x Dragonborn! Reader

Requested?: Nope.

Summary: Farkas is a really good listener and lets the Dragonborn vent.

"Dragonborn! That's her!"

People would always mutter something similar, and people always knew who she was. And not only did people know of her, but they also claimed to know what's best for her.

"The Dragonborn should marry Lord Kjell."

They always claimed that Y/n should marry into royalty, but that's not what she would ever want. She never wanted to be a trophy wife, because she knew to become some sort of noble would damn her freedom from existence.

So when Y/n joined the Companions, she finally felt free from her expectations. She had no master and was the master of herself. But that was not the only positive... she met him. Farkas. The sweetest man she had ever met.

"Hey Y/n..."

Farkas greeted, seating himself beside her as she looked up at the stars.

"Do you ever wonder if you can be free from your destiny?"

"Hmm?"

"Like you ever want to be rid of all of your expectations?"

"Of course I do."

"Cause..." she let out a sigh," I don't think I can. I feel like no one cares that I want to be more than the Dragonborn..."

"You're more than that to me."

"What?"

"You're more than just the Dragonborn. You're a kind and generous woman... any man would be lucky to have a warrior wife like you."

"And that's the problem, Farkas... people don't think I should be, well, a warrior. I should be some noblewoman, some trophy to be won."

"But you... you're more than that, you're so much more than that..."

He spoke up, having a little bit more of a growl to his voice.

"Farkas..."

"You're... you're the stars. You just shine so brightly, all the time. And you're always helping people, helping people find their way in dark times... and whenever I miss you, I just come and stare at the stars... just like we do... because I always feel like you're close to me..."

"I love you."

It seemed to shock both of you as it slipped through your lips, but Farkas just smiled and pulled you closer to himself.

When he had you tight against his chest, he whispered," I love you too."

And the pair sat in comfortable silence, Farkas holding her comfortably in his arms. He placed a soft kiss on her hair.

"I do really love you..."

"Farkas, can I..?"

She flushed, pointing to her lips.

"Yeah, you can..." he said with a chuckle.

And she took the sides of his face in your hands, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.

It was something the pair had waited for for a long time and both melted into. It wasn't passionate or rough, just a soft kiss that left you breathless.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that..."

"I think I do... may I?"

"Please do."

He brought himself down to you, capturing your lips. She could taste the mead on his lips but also feel his longing for a love like her.

Pulling away, he watched her smile and bury her face in his chest. Confusedly, she reached for the necklace he wore, gasping at the sight of it.

"You want to-"

"Marry me?"

"Yes!"