Various X Reader

Kharjo X Reader (Skyrim)

"Kharjo!" You called out as you waved your hand. The man turned his attention towards you and smiled. He lifted his own hand and waved. You pulled on the reins of your horse as the two of you slowed to a stop. You jumped off of your horse and looked at the male. "Here you are" you said as you held your hand out. The man gasped and reached to take hold of the amulet you held in your hand. He clutched the amulet with his hands and held it close to his chest.

"There it is. Ah.... Home.... If you ever need the skills of a Khajiit warrior by your side, I would be honored to travel with you. Until then, here. This is for you, in thanks." He said as he held a gift out for you. You took the object from him and pocketed it.

"Thank you Kharjo." You tell him and he freezes before grabbing your arm.

"(Name)! You're injured!" He said as he inspected the wound that was on your arm.

You had injured yourself while trying to retrieve his amulet. It was a large gash that went from your shoulder to your elbow. You had managed to wrap it up but the blood had bled through the gauze you wrapped it in.

"My friend, it is nothing." You tell him with a gentle smile. He stared at you before pulling you further into the camp.

"Nonsense. You are injured. Allow me to help you. After all, you were the one who helped me" he says as he guides you into a small tent that's situated in the middle. He sits you down on a chair that's a little further into the tent. He moves away and begins to rummage through multiple drawers and grab random supplies. You begin to question if he even knows what he's doing. Once he thinks he has everything he sits down beside your arm and rolls your sleeve up. You lean slightly away as he begins to unwrap the gauze around your arm. He sharply inhales when he sees your wound.

"I was going to get it stitched up when I got to town" you tell him while you look at your wound yourself. "Ah... that doesn't look good" Kharjo grabs some alcohol and places the wet rag against your wound. You gasp at the sudden pain and Kharjo furrows his brows together as he reaches over with his free hand to grab your hand.

"It's going to hurt. I'm sorry" he informed you as he gently dabbed the rag over the rest of your wound. You nodded and allowed him to continue.

"Please try not to kill me with that" you said as you leaned back in your chair as Kharjo thread the needle. He sent you a reassuring smile as he positioned the needle to your skin.

"I'm going to start" he stated as he pushed the needle through your skin. The feeling was unpleasant but you only wished it to end.

When he finished he carefully cut the thread and put some medicine on your arm once again before wrapping it up in a few extra layers of gauze.

"Thank you" you whispered as you gently where your wound was. You quickly pulled away when you felt a sharp pain.

"Please be careful. Your life can not be replaced" he stated as he lingered a little too close for people who were supposed to be friends. He stood up to place the rest of his supplies away. You nodded and stood up yourself.

"I must be on my way" you inform him as you walk towards the exit of the tent.

"Wait!" Kharjo cried out and you turned around in surprise. He nervously stood up and attempted to calm down. "Wait." He repeated quietly as he rubbed his palms together. "We bought some good meat from the market. Please. Stay?" He questions as he looks at you.

"Who can reject an invitation like that! I'd love to" you say as you open the flap to the tent. "Shall we head out then?" You question and Kharjo eagerly nods before quickly walking towards you. He stood so close to you that your knuckles brushed against each other.

Then he took your hand.