Skyrim One-Shots

Farkas x Reader

He's such a cutie! So here is some sappy Farkas Love™ for you guys!

Fan art: http://the-orator.deviantart.com/art/Commission-Farkas-352795321

Missions Are Sort Of Like Dates

Farkas and I were tracking a man, who was thought to be engaging in necromancy, through Falkreath. He had evaded the guards for weeks and so they called to Jorrvaskr for help. Aela wanted to go at first, however, Skjor said it wasn't that big of a job so sent me and Farkas to investigate. I had just entered the circle and, although they considered me a force to be reckoned with, they didn't want the newest member's first job to be their last so I was to take a shield-brother. In this case, I didn't get a say who I took, they had told Farkas that he was to go with me so I obeyed. I really didn't care as long as I could do all the work, the thrill of the chase was something I had grown accustomed to over the last few weeks.

After spending a whole day trying to track him we decided that making camp was more important, especially because the sun was going down and I was very tired, having not slept in three days.

"Here shall do." Farkas remarked, setting down his backpack and gathering sticks for a fire.

"I'll set up the tent, you find firewood and food okay?" I asked, pulling out the equipment from the pack and laying them out on the floor.

"Okay, I'll be back soon." He replied and headed into the woods and out of view.

I slowly put together the tent but my thoughts were elsewhere. I was sliding the poles through the tent material when I could no longer concentrate on 'how-to-build-a-tent' but instead opted to focus on 'wow-Farkas-am-I-right?'.

He was like a brother at first, always there when you need him, I trained with him and Vilkas because they were the youngest of the Companions. Well, I was the youngest now but I had only been for a few weeks. That wasn't the only reason I trained with them; I also trained with them because I could watch them carefully and see how people handled heavy armour and swords. I was more of a stealth master and could take anyone down with just a dagger or bow in the shadows, but these guys showed me how to handle myself in combat. Real combat.

Whenever Vilkas swung his sword at me or when Farkas let me take a few hits at his armour I learnt the skills that they had to offer. And yes, I could never apply them to my style of fighting but, they were very useful to have in case I needed them.

I had almost finished propping up the tent when I heard a grunt. The next thing I knew there were sticks and firewood all over the place, the tent had fallen to the floor, and Farkas was flat on his face.

I laughed so hard that I had a stitch in my side.

"Shut up." He mumbled as he rose up and started to collect the sticks.

"You tripped over the rope!" I snorted. "How could you not see it, Farkas!" I couldn't stop laughing, but Farkas didn't find it quite as amusing.

"I was too busy making sure not to drop all of the firewood and sticks." He replied, clearly angered by the situation.

I stopped laughing enough to kneel down and help, we spent a solid ten minutes gathering up the mess and re-pitching the tent, and after we had made two piles out of the wood and sticks Farkas snickered.

"I guess it was pretty funny." He remarked, making sure not to look at me because he knew if he did that we would both burst into uncontrollable laughter.

The sun was beginning to set and the air around us was getting cold. We both gathered rocks and made a circle of them to start up a fire. Falkreath was beautiful by day; lush forest, beautiful flowers, wild animals, and amazingly you could go from wandering in what looked like summer to strolling in an autumn-coloured paradise. It was easily my favourite Hold in all of Skyrim. I had unpacked the bread, cheese, ale, and honey nut treats from my pack and placed them on plates on my makeshift table: a piece of wood laid across two upside down buckets and a bear pelt rested over the top as a tablecloth. I opened the tent door and smelt a strong smell of cabbage soup.