Skyrim One-Shots

Farkas x Reader - Saving you

Farkas is such a sweetheart. I made a fic where he is too cute, enough that he is a loveable, sickly sweet, and cute af teddy bear!  <3

Fan Art: http://schl4fmuetze.deviantart.com/art/SKYRIM-fanart-Farkas-276659001

Prove it to me

Farkas and I were always at each others throats, trying to prove to on another how strong we were. It didn't matter how we proved it; by strength, by intelligence, by wit, by bravery, all that mattered was who won.

"I have you now Farkas!" I said I swung my sword at him once again.

He was barely standing now, on the floor and hunched over, and his arm was slightly bleeding. I smirked in victory, taking in the scene of a tired and defeated Farkas as my trophy.

"Aye... I think you got me." He breathed out.

"Damn right, I finally beat you strength wise. Our long standing tie is over. Does this mean I win?" I smiled, hopping up and down on the spot.

Our tie was as follows: Farkas had won strength and bravery, but I had won intelligence and wit. But now that was broken, I had just bested Farkas in battle. I waved my sword around with happiness as he struggled to lift himself off the ground. I had lost count of how many times I had fist pumped the air.

"Yes. It means you win." He sighed in defeat.

I hugged his waist.

"I knew I would win." I smiled, holding him up.

Farkas was extremely good at hiding his feelings, especially when the whole of Jorrvaskr called him mean names. However, I never saw how he reacted when I suddenly hugged him out of the blue, so I decided to take a peek.

I looked up slowly, making sure he hadn't noticed that I was looking at him, and I blushed a deep red. He smiles when I hug him. He was smiling, eyes closed, arms wrapped around me, chin rested on top of my head, and a slight brush of pink across his cheeks. I, extremely slowly, pulled my head down to its previous position. I couldn't wipe the goofy grin off my face so I decided to bury it in his chest.

"[Y/N]." Farkas said, removing himself from the hug. "Go put the weapons back on the stand and meet me and Vilkas inside, we are having lunch together. Vilkas made it because we gave Tilma the day off."

I nodded, waving to Vilkas who was sat on the porch the whole time, and headed for the stands to place my weapons down.

Vilkas and Farkas stopped to talk about something, I wasn't sure what because I was too far from them to hear, but it looked important so I stalled as much as possible as I put my weapons away. I rearranged my pockets, I fixed my hair, I re-tied my shoe laces, and finally I heard the doors of Jorrvaskr close.

I sighed, if they had taken any longer all I would have had to do was fiddle with my clothes and that would have been embarrassing.

I turned around, ready to walk inside when I was hit by the hilt of a blade. It knocked the back my shoulder, sending me flying forward into the centre of the training yard. I hit the ground face first, leaving a rather nasty cut over the bridge of my nose. I winced in pain as I pulled the rocks out from my skin and flipped myself over to see what happened.

I noticed them instantly. They were the same people who attacked Farkas in Dustman's Cairn. The Silver Hand. And by the looks of it, I was severely outnumbered.

"There she is." One of them started.

"Just as he said." Another continued.

"Oh and look." One pointed to me. "She now wears the armour."