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Hiii! :) I hope you are still taking requests. If you are, would it be possible to make something with Farkas, where he and the Dragonborn are majorly pining over each other but both are just completely oblivious? From the prompt list, could we use 22, 35, and 84? Thanks and hope your day is great!

Sure!

#22 "The guy who wins your heart will be so lucky."

#35 "Your eyes are so beautiful in this light."

#84 "Oh, come on! You and I both know what he/she was doing."

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A Companion's Heart

Sometimes there is a beast more dangerous than the strongest werewolf or the fiercest dragon. That beast is called love.

Farkas x GN!Reader

The sun was setting over Whiterun, casting a golden glow over the city. You stood on the wall of Whiterun, the one closest to Jorrvaskr, gazing out at the horizon. The day's battles had been fierce, but the warmth of the setting sun brought a sense of peace. There had been a dragon attack again, and your body felt rough from not just the fighting but also absorbing its soul. It takes a physical and mental toll. Farkas approached quietly, his heavy footsteps barely making a sound on the wooden floor.

"You always find the best spots to watch the sunset," Farkas said, his voice deep and comforting.

You turned to face him, a smile playing on your lips. "It's a beautiful view. It helps me unwind after a long day."

Farkas nodded, his eyes lingering on your face. "Your eyes are so beautiful in this light," he said softly, almost as if he hadn't meant to say it out loud.

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks. Turning away, you began to play with a loose strand of hair. "Thank you, Farkas. That's very kind of you."

You both stood in comfortable silence for a moment, the air between you two charged with unspoken feelings. Farkas shifted awkwardly, his usual confidence faltering.

"The guy who wins your heart will be so lucky," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. You almost didn't hear him, but your battle-trained ears could hear even a mouse.

Your heart skipped a beat. You have always admired Farkas, not just for his strength and bravery, but for his loyalty and kindness. You have often found yourself daydreaming about what it would be like to be with him, but you have never dared to hope that he might feel the same way.

He was so close to you. His hand lingering near yours. Your fingers twitched out of reflex, wanting to go to his hand, but you also felt frozen.

"Farkas, I..." you began, and it almost felt like he was going to grab your hand, but you both were interrupted by the sound of laughter from inside Jorrvaskr behind you.

Vilkas and Aela were talking to each other, their banter echoing through the hall. Soon they poked their heads out to see you guys. Aela chuckled, shaking her head. "Oh, come on! You and I both know what he was doing," she said, referring to Farkas.

Curse their werewolf senses!

"Damn you!" Farkas growled at her, then turned to glare at his brother. Vilkas quickly disappeared with Aela following him, still laughing.

You laughed, the tension between them easing slightly. "They're always like that, aren't they?"

Although, you felt flustered by Aela's comment. Even she seemed aware of what Farkas was saying.

Farkas nodded, his eyes returning to yours. "Yeah, they are. But I wouldn't have it any other way. Even if Vilkas can't keep things to himself."

He muttered that last part, casting a quick glare to where his brother had vanished.

You took a deep breath, gathering your courage. "Farkas, there's something I've been meaning to tell you."

Farkas's expression grew serious, his full attention on you. "What is it?"

"I... I care about you. A lot. More than just as a friend," you admitted, heart pounding in your chest. The cool wind that blew around the plains of Whiterun did nothing to help the rising temperature in your cheeks.

Farkas's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, he was speechless. Then, a slow smile spread across his face. "I care about you too, Y/N. More than I can put into words."

You felt a wave of relief and joy wash over them. "Really?"

Farkas nodded, stepping closer. "Really. I've been trying to find the right moment to tell you, but I guess I was too afraid."

You reached out, and with all the courage you wanted to have earlier, you took Farkas's hand in yours. "You don't have to be afraid anymore. We're in this together."

Farkas squeezed their hand, his eyes shining with emotion. "Together," he echoed.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in twilight, you and Farkas stood side by side, your hearts finally open to each other. The battles you both faced would be many, but you knew that as long as you had each other, you could face anything.

Later that evening...

"Hey Vilkas?" Farkas stepped into his brother's room.

"What is it, brother?" Vilkas had his back to him as he set his sword down.

"Get to the Underforge." Farkas commanded with folded arms.

"Is there a problem?" His brother was suddenly on high alert and grabbed his sword again. Farkas just shook his head.

"I think you need to be taught a lesson about keeping secrets, and I don't need witnesses for all the pain you are going to receive."

[thegingermasquerader45]

Would you be able to write something about Ulfric Stormcloak?

#1 "Oh my, what have I done to deserve such a beautiful smile?"

#5 "You smell good."

#8 "I'm not moving, your lap is comfortable."

#35 "Your eyes are so beautiful in this light."

Sure!

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Calm Thy Storm

The admiration for a certain jarl brings you to Windhelm. You find yourself caught under his charms.

Ulfric Stormcloak x GN!Reader

You had always admired Ulfric Stormcloak from afar, his leadership and strength inspiring you to join the Stormcloaks. After months of training and proving your loyalty, you were finally summoned to Windhelm to meet the Jarl himself. The city was bustling with activity, and the cold air was filled with the scent of pine and snow.

As you entered the Great Hall, your heart raced. Ulfric stood at the far end, discussing strategy with his advisors. When he noticed you, he dismissed them and approached.

You offered a smile at him, sensing that there was some unsaid tension regarding the war. The man deserved every bit of kindness he could receive.

"Oh my, what have I done to deserve such a beautiful smile?" he asked, his voice gentle yet commanding.

You blushed, feeling a rush of warmth. "Just happy to be here, Jarl Ulfric."

He then invited you to join him on a mission to secure a nearby fort from Imperial control. As you rode together through the snowy landscape, he shared stories of past battles and victories. The scent of the wilds mixed with the faint aroma of pine from Ulfric's cloak.

"You smell good," you remarked, feeling a bit embarrassed by your boldness. But you couldn't help yourself as listening to his stories and watching the way the wind swept through his hair, you lost control of your mind.

Ulfric chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "Thank you. It's the scent of the wilds of Skyrim."

He didn't seem a bit bothered by your comment and responded like he hears it all the time. His nonchalant words made you feel a little relieved. Perhaps he wouldn't look too much into how you see him, your admiration.

However, his amusement and your embarrassment soon died out as he raised his hand and halted the horse with a tug of the reins. You were quick to follow suite.

"We're here." Ulfric stated.

The battle at the fort was fierce, but with Ulfric's leadership and your skills, the Stormcloaks emerged victorious. As the sun set, casting a golden glow over the snowy landscape, you and Ulfric stood side by side, surveying the aftermath.

"You fought well, Y/N. I'm proud to have you by my side," Ulfric said, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

"Thank you, Jarl Ulfric. It was an honor to fight with you," you replied, feeling a deep sense of accomplishment. However, you couldn't stop the rush of warmth to your face when you heard the tone his words. It made you feel irreplaceable to him.

"Alright," he said, causing you to focus, "let's head back."

Back in Windhelm, you found yourself in the Great Hall once again, seeking a moment of rest. Ulfric noticed your fatigue and invited you to sit by the fire. As you settled into the warmth, you leaned against Ulfric, resting your head on his lap. You must have been tired, because that was a bold move. He looked down at you, a mixture of surprise and amusement in his eyes.

"I'm not moving, your lap is comfortable," you said, closing your eyes and letting the warmth of the fire soothe you. In truth, you were also closing your eyes to avoid looking into his. You might actually melt.

Then you felt his hand in your hair and nearly froze.

Ulfric smiled, gently stroking your hair. "Rest, Y/N. You've earned it."

But any embarrassment would have to wait because while you were rather tired and wanted nothing more than to sleep, your brain was forcing you to stay awake.

As the firelight flickered, casting a soft glow, you opened your eyes and looked up at Ulfric. His gaze was tender, filled with a depth of emotion you hadn't seen before.

"Your eyes are so beautiful in this light." you whispered, feeling a connection that went beyond words. You hoped he felt it to.

Ulfric's expression softened, and he leaned down to kiss your forehead. "And yours, Y/N, are a beacon of hope."

A blush darkened on your face from the action, and for a moment, you wanted to rush outside and jump in the snow to ease the heat. But this moment was too tender to leave.

Over the next few weeks, you and Ulfric faced numerous challenges together, from skirmishes with Imperial forces to diplomatic negotiations with other Jarls. Through it all, your bond grew stronger, built on trust and mutual respect.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day, you found yourselves alone in the Great Hall. Ulfric looked at you, his eyes filled with gratitude.

"Thank you for being there for me, Y/N. I couldn't have done it without you," he said, his voice sincere.

You smiled, feeling a deep sense of connection and purpose. "We'll face the future together, Ulfric. As friends and partners."

"And maybe even something more..." He added and for the first time in a long while, there was no embarrassment from you. You simply smiled; your eyes lighting up at the thought.

As the war continued, you and Ulfric remained steadfast, fighting for the freedom of Skyrim. Your bond became legendary, a symbol of hope and resilience for the Stormcloaks.

One day, as you prepared for another mission, Ulfric took your hand, his grip firm and reassuring.

"Together, we'll build a better future for Skyrim," he said, his voice filled with determination.

You nodded, feeling a surge of pride and love. "I'm with you, Ulfric. Always."

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Interested in Me, Are You?

In which Inigo begins to realize that you do mean more to him than just a friend. He just wishes he could take back something he said.

Inigo x F!Reader

"I can see you are wearing an amulet of Mara, and while you are quite the catch, I'm not interested. It would ruin our friendship."

Oh, how he just wants to stab himself right now.

The two of you just happened to be sitting in The Winking Skeever when he caught eye of your Amulet of Mara. He didn't know if it was the alcohol or just his curiosity, but he felt the need to say something about it when you asked him what he was thinking. Yes, at that time, in that moment, you were a friend to him. A good friend. You were the Dragonborn, and he swore to fight by your side. That was all Inigo felt.

He knew you felt more though. The Khajiit was not an idiot when it came to love, and he could see it through your words and actions. The way you took care of him and thought of him.

...The way your smile broke and your eyes fell when he said he wasn't interested.

That's what really got him thinking. You were always hopeful that he felt something more, and now he just crushed your hopes right in front of you.

Could he feel something more for you? Did he already and just not know it yet?

The time it took to travel from Solitude to Whiterun was some of the longest days in his life. You treated him the same; with a kind smile and always open to his opinions, but it was because that you didn't know that Inigo was having emotional turmoil. You didn't know that he knew how you felt towards him, and it was tearing him up inside. He would space out for so long to the point where you had to shake him a little to get his attention.

"Yes, my friend?" Inigo asked in his usual friendly demeanor when you shook him after one of his space-outs.

"We made it to Whiterun. Let's leave the horses out here." You informed in as you had your steed pull off from him after its ears flattened.

"What business do you have here?" He asked as you guys got closer to the stables. Once the horses were halted, you gave him a dumbfounded look.

"I already told you." You stated in a confused tone. Inigo was forgetful sometimes, but this was literally less than an hour ago.

"Um...could you remind me?" He sheepishly asked with a lopsided smile as he shuffled in the saddle. One that he knew you couldn't resist. But in return, you only gave him a half-hearted smile, and his ears dropped.

You were still heartbroken. Even though you would smile and laugh with him, you were still broken.

"I need to go to Jorvasskr and speak to The Companions. I'm the Harbinger now. Remember that?" You told him with a bit of attitude as you dismounted your horse, barely sparring him a glance. He knew it was probably unintentional, but it still hurt.

It shouldn't have, but it did, and Inigo finally understood why.

He did love you.

Maybe he was afraid to admit it until now or maybe he just assumed that all he was feeling was in response to how you redeemed him from being a prisoner full of guilt to a man he could be proud of. You sparred his life, right? So, he should feel this intense need to protect you. To look out for you and care about you.

But Inigo also notices that you are a very beautiful woman; elegant and strong. It left a mushy yet pleasant feeling in his gut. The "butterflies in your stomach" expression made sense now, because that is indeed what it felt like.

Inigo just wishes he felt it sooner before he made a comment about the Amulet of Mara.

The mere thought of you started to make him smile, but it soon vanished when he heard your irritated voice call out and say, "Hurry up Inigo or I'm leaving without you!"

He dismounted his horse quickly, not wanting to incur any more of your wrath.

As the two of you weaved through the streets of Whiterun, Inigo found himself less lost in the clouds and more focused on his newfound feelings for you. It was making him all giddy and smiley. Because surely, he, Inigo the Brave, could find a way to swoon you back over to liking him again.

I guess he was very confident because he never thought of the possibility of losing you.

He was once again lost in his wild thoughts when you guys got to Jorrvaskr, and Inigo hung back to allow you to speak to The Companions without his presence causing any issues. You were speaking to Vilkas, that he noticed. About what? He wasn't paying attention.

But his ears caught wind of a phrase he could've heard from you.

"Interested in me, are you?" Your sweet voice, normally a calming presence for him now filled him with anxiety and dread. His ears were strained so much in your guys' direction that they began to ache.

Inigo could feel his heart pound in his chest as he folded his arms and his fur bristled in agitation when Vilkas spoke again.

"I am." The Nord stated in a soft tone. Inigo's claws were practically digging into his skin hearing all this. However, he kept to his spot against the wall he was leaning on. Despite how much he disliked hearing this, he wasn't going to make you dislike him any more by intruding.

Instead, the blue Khajiit just tried to block it all out by distracting himself, usually an easy task.

His amber eyes looked over all the walls, hoping some decor would pique his interest, but to no avail. He flicked an ear, and his eyes soon found Aela. Inigo sniffed a bit.

Was she covered in blood?

Probably.

Eventually he found himself musing into the reasoning as to why Aela was covered in blood to distract himself from your conversation with Vilkas. However, he didn't get far into his pondering until his ears caught wind of a delightful phrase.

"Sorry. I just can't right now."

Inigo hid a smirk, and his heart did a leap of joy when he heard Vilkas solemnly say he understands or something and walked off with his tail between his legs.

Ha! I still have a chance to fix my mistake!

But his small victory was soon crashed when you came over to him, looking sad and withdrawn. That small amount of joy he felt left, and his blue ears drooped as a frown came upon his face. Inigo never liked to see you sad.

"What's the matter, my friend?" Inigo voiced his concerns, pretending like he never eavesdropped on that conversation to begin with as he knew you would have scolded him. You simply shrugged in response, hugging yourself and rubbing your shoulders in a calming manner all while avoiding his amber eyes.

"Nothing just seems to be going my way I guess." You mumbled, a slight frown on your lips as you moved your right hand to brush some h/c hair that had fallen over your face.

"Let's just go." You said quickly while brushing past him and out the door. Inigo was quick to follow, sparing no further glances to the interior of Jorrvaskr.

"Wait, what do you mean?" The blue Khajiit felt like a fool when he asked you that. Your depressed behavior began when he friend-zoned you. And now turning down Vilkas, you probably just felt like you would never find the right person.

He had to fix this.

You just huffed and kept walking. This should've been a clear sign to Inigo that you were not in the mood to talk about your feelings. But being the impulsive man that he was, Inigo didn't think about that before acting.

Nearly knocking over some children playing near the Gildergreen in Whiterun's center, he rushed up behind you and grabbed your arm tightly. Inigo felt your muscles tense and fear tingled through his body as he fought to keep his fur from standing on end. He knew what you were capable of, and the last thing he wanted was to get his ass Fus Ro Dah'ed all the way to High Hrothgar.

"Let go of me." You stated firmly like a mother speaking to her disobedient child. (Which in truth, he was used to you speaking to him in a such a tone). However, Inigo was no child.

"No." The Khajiit stated plainly and just as firmly. His gaze was burning into the back of your skull.

A moment of silence passed.

"Please." Your voice came out as more of a whimper as your muscles softened. So too did Inigo's grip.

"I am sorry Y/N...I just want to help. After you turned away Vilkas..." As he spoke, Inigo realized his mistake as you turned to face him with a questioning stare. You folded your arms over your chest and soon glared at him, and he sheepishly avoided your gaze.

"That was personal." You huffed and Inigo's ears drooped as he frowned.

"I know. I am truly sorry. However...I cannot help but feel responsible for your recent behavior." Inigo said while wringing his hands together. The anxious twitching of his tail caused some fallen Gildergreen leaves to stir up.

"...What do you mean?" You asked, slightly tilting your head after a moment of silence. Inigo's amber eyes glanced around him.

"Let's go somewhere more private." He offered while noticing that your guys' conversation has attracted a crowd of curious children and bored adults looking for drama.

You nodded at his request.

The Bannered Mare was usually very quiet. There were only ever a few people, but no one really cared enough to eavesdrop on a conversation between the Dragonborn and her blue travelling companion. Which is good because you were not in the mood for anymore eavesdroppers. You sat across from Inigo and forbid either of you from having anything to drink until this conversation was over. The straight and sober truth is what you wanted to hear right now. Inigo appeared nervous. Like, the kind of nervous he usually only got when you dragged him down into crypts full of the undead. His arms rested nonchalantly on the table, and his fingers would tap on the table in an anxious manner. It made you all the more curious as to what was going on through his head, which was downcast and staring at his boots.

"Y/N, we've been through a lot together. Fighting bandits side by side, almost getting arrested, and felling dragons. Throughout all that and correct me if I am being inaccurate but...you held feelings for me."

After no response, Inigo peeked up to see that the anxious rise and fall of your chest as you breathed heavily. You were staring holes in him, and Inigo could tell he struck a nerve. But you didn't deny his claim, and your reaction only proved that he was right, which he knew from the start. So, he continued.

"And later at a tavern, I made a stupid comment about your amulet that I wish I could take back."

Your cheeks turned a little pink, but your lips held a frown, and you still said nothing.

"I got to think long and hard about myself as we journeyed here to Whiterun. I had hurt you and I wanted to make it better, but I realized something more."

Your heart was beating so hard that it began to hurt. Inigo just chuckled a little, his own nerves beginning to control him as he continued.

"When I thought Vilkas was going to take you away from me, it hurt more than anything. The very idea hurt more than the day I received my scars. I was terrified of losing you, not as a friend and traveling companion, but as...as a lover. I realized that I do have feelings for you, but I was too dense to understand that myself before I made a comment about your Amulet of Mara."

Inigo watched as your face turned more and more red. Your fingers gently touching the amulet you were still wearing as he mentioned it. Soon, you turned your eyes to look at the wall in a shy manner. However, you were still yet to say anything, and it was making Inigo worried. But there was nothing more he could explain to you.

"Y/N. Forgive me."

More and more silence passed, and Inigo felt his ears droop as he lowered his head. He had failed. He had a chance to do one thing right in his life, and he failed.

Again.

The Khajiit felt his throat tighten but fought back any whimpers of despair. He wasn't going to make this situation any worse by acting like a child. But the gray storm clouds in his head started to clear when he felt a hand gently grab onto his from across the table. Slowly looking up, he saw you smiling at him with the sweet smile that he loved so much.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." You tenderly said while squeezing his hand. If anything, your kindness made him more emotional. But he controlled himself for your sake.

Your thumb gently rubbed the back of his hand.

"So, you are interested in me, aren't you?" The tone in your voice was soft yet scared. It was as if you were readying yourself for rejection once again. However, even though Inigo just confessed to you, he knew that you needed to hear it again.

"I am. I should have figured that out from the beginning." He found life in his hand, finally, and grasped yours in his own.

For the first time in a while, you looked genuinely happy. Your smile reached your eyes, and it was bright enough to put the sun to shame. The happiness was contagious and soon the both of you were smiling like idiots. Inigo didn't know how much would change from now on, but he was ready. He was ready for a brighter future with you in it, whether it be marriage such as the Amulet of Mara suggests or something else. The two of you were really perfect for each other after all.

"So...Y/N?"

"...Yes?"

"Can I now have that sweetroll of yours? I saw you move it out of my reach the moment we sat down in here."

"Honestly..."

"Hehehe."

"Never change Inigo."

"Anything for you, my love."

[thegingermasquerader45]

And I thought his hood was permanently attached to his head. I've played this game for so long and only now did I figure this out...

....and I'm liking it