Skyrim One-Shots

Farkas x Reader(Female)~When We Met~

His breath was taken from his chest.

He was only, what, 15? You had just joined, a year younger than him and his brother, and you stuck to yourself, but your voice was always soft when you spoke.

He would always know- always remember the first time that voice had spoken to him. The first time he'd talked to you and how your smile was nervous and shaky, how you explained you were always told you were great with a sword but how you didn't really believe it. The way you fiddled with your fingers behind your back and how you apologized over and over again before the spar had even begun.

You were a dance of fire and grace, a warrior of speed and skill. You had always been- since that day he met you.

Farkas couldn't believe he woke up with you in his arms every morning. He marveled at the grins you'd flash at him before darting off, the sway of your hips when you teased him, the way you leaned into him whenever you began to tire.

It had taken years to start this. Years to get to know you, years to learn just who you were. Years to work out your insecurities and years to learn how to get along with you. Farkas had to learn how to play with fire, how to tame it when it flared and how to spark it when it dimmed.

He tightened the grip of his arm around your waist. You glanced up to him, eyes glimmering while you smiled as your hand laid on top of his. On top of your stomach.

"You zoned out," you teased.

"I did," Farkas chuckled, pecking your forehead. "I thought of you- when you were younger. When I was younger."

"When you were too scared to talk to me and I was too awkward to start a conversation?" you giggled.

He nodded, smiling. "When you weren't such a spitfire and more of a coal."

"Your brother was an ass back then," you noted. "Always tried to pick on me."

"And I'd beat him off."

"You would. Poor Vilkas, he had black eyes most of his childhood and too many broken bones to count."

"Not to mention bruises," Farkas added.

"Thousands," you chuckled. "I can barely believe he's still standing."

Farkas rolled his eyes, hand rubbing a small circle of your growing stomach. "I got my own fair share of barkings from Kodlak, too. You got away without anything."

"That is because I didn't get into trouble or start up fights like you two!" you exclaimed. "You and Vilkas always got mad at each other and went at it, fits flying. Not my fault you two couldn't sort things out with words. At least you both were there for each other when needed, but still. I've never seen siblings who fought more than you both."

His hair swayed as he rested his chin on your head. "You always patched us up, though. Calmed the hurt feelings and the blood and the out of socket shoulders."

"Of course," you scoff. "Kodlak would make you do it yourselves, so I was deemed peacemaker. Aela still calls me that, to this day, even! Half the warriors come to me crying when they break their fingers because they're stupid and young and Vilkas went too hard on them! Seriously, someone needs to tell you and your brother when to stop being so hard."

"Otherwise known as you," he chuckled.

"I'm making food and puking!" you retorted snappily, "I am growing a child! Your child! And yet, you still need me every second of the day!"

"I love you," he hummed. "And I like how you smell."

"Alright, whatever," you scoffed.

"You can't argue with your husband," he chuckled.

"I can't," you sighed. "No matter how hard I try."

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Sorry this is so short, I have to go to bed! @Kay_Brookestone I will get a Farkas one up for your idea, I just couldn't fit it in tonight! Sorry for the extra wait!

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Dani out,

Adieu!