Skyrim Imagines

by MalachiWilde

Summary:

Just a place to collect my ramblings of TES. Cross posted on tumblr, too!
Love! <3

Chapter 1: Intro / Hello!

Hi there!

My name's Eibhe (pronounced Evie) and I've decided to finally write for this fandom!
I've loved Skyrim for so long, since about 2013, and it's high time I do something about the brain rot.
I'll start writing for a few characters to begin with, but hopefully I'll extend eventually if this picks up!

So far, I'll have works for:

᯽ BRYNJOLF
᯽ FARKAS
᯽ MIRAAK
᯽ MERCER FREY

All my works are gender neutral for inclusiveness unless requested or stated!

I take requests too, so if there's anything you'd like, don't be shy!
Take care of yourself, hugs!! <3

Chapter 2: [Brynjolf] I'm Your Hero

♫ - Step With Me - MIKA

"It's fucking freezing down here," you muttered to yourself, body throwing itself down onto your bed. The cistern was always cold, but today it was particularly dreary above ground, which meant the damp stone down here was even worse.

With a sigh, you lay down and stared at the brickwork above you. Closing your eyes for a moment, you allowed yourself a small tide of peace after a rather long day. Mercer had sent you out early with more than one task at hand, and it had taken all day for you to get the jobs done. Not that he appreciated it much, a simple nod and your cut of gold were thrown your way upon your return, and paired with the weather it had soured your mood substantially.

"Turning in already, eh?" A familiar voice had cut its way through your only five minutes of peace in the past twenty four hours. Not that you were mad, it was always a nice thing to see him.

"Brynjolf, I could've killed you if I cared enough."

He chuckled to himself. "Aye, perhaps you could, but you didn't. So, I could have killed you instead. You're losing it, lass."

Your eyes opened to see him hovering over you, and you raised an eyebrow accusingly.

"Maybe you should kill me, it would hurt less than my muscles do right now."

Another laugh escaped him, and you sat up to allow him some room to seat himself with you. The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, and you became exceptionally aware of how warm his body felt next to you. Instinctively, you moved in closer to him and placed your head onto his shoulder. Without missing a beat, Brynjolf's head rested atop yours in response.

What your relationship was, neither of you were sure. You had been with the Guild for around two years now, after meeting the man beside you at the market. Realising you had a good skill for crime, he invited you to the circle of thieves, and from there it was history. Everyone had eventually warmed up to you, except for Mercer, but he never warmed up to anyone so you hadn't taken it personally. You and the Nord had a strange sort of dynamic.

Sure, you were both as sarcastic and joking with each other as ever, and rarely serious. It was how you got through the darker times, using jokes and satire as a mask to disguise your true feelings. Brynjolf had your sense of humour anyway, and it was a bond that you had with nobody else at the Guild. But, as time had gone on, the vibes between you and Brynjolf had felt different.

He became a lot more protective of you than any of the other members, and often sent you on jobs with Rune or Cynric for extra protection, despite the fact you had done many worse jobs and come back alive. But, he insisted and you never argued. It had given you a chance to get closer with the two boys, and you developed some good friends from it. But, it always crossed your mind why he never did it to anyone else. Sapphire was fine to go by herself, as was Niruen, Etienne, and everyone else. But not you.

You were different.

It wasn't just this, either. Brynjolf always asked where you were, kept his eye on you. When you were drinking in the Flagon, he made sure you never drank too much and made it back to your bed. The lingering touches and the quiet moments all weighed in to one.

"Haven't fallen asleep on me have you, lass?" Brynjolf's voice had cut through your mind's wandering, and you sat up to look at him. He was beautiful, you couldn't deny that.

"I could, though," you laughed out. "I've had one hell of a day, I could have fallen asleep right there. You're very comfortable."

Brynjolf smiled down at you. In his heart he wanted nothing more than to curl up on your bed with you in his arms, pressed close to his chest and face buried into your hair.

"If you need me to stay with you, I can."

You looked him in the eye and saw no mockery, no sarcasm. Just honesty.

"Are we being serious now?" you replied.

"We are, lass. For once. I mean it. You're burned out, and don't even try to deny it," he pushed a finger to your lips, anticipating your inevitable protest. "The last thing I would want is you not in full health, alright? I care too much about you for that."

Your eyes scanned his face in awe, this was the first time Brynjolf had been so blunt and straightforward with you on an emotional level. Before your brain could process it, your hand moved to cup the side of his face and your thumb stroked his skin absentmindedly as a smile crept its way to your face.

"My hero, aren't you Bryn? Always there to save me."

The Nord smiled, leaning into your touch as he relished the sound of his name on your tongue. He loved hearing you say it, it never got old to him.

"Well, if I wasn't, then who would be?" he chuckled.

You shrugged. "I mean, there's Rune, and he is def-"

Before you could have a chance at finishing that sentence, Brynjolf leaned in and kissed you. It was soft, and inviting, and there was no single trace of roughness or demand. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled yourself in closer to his warmth. Brynjolf's arms cuddled you in, resting comfortably around your body as you moved back.

"You can forget Rune," Brynjolf winked at you. "I'm your hero, and I always will be."

"With kisses like that, you most certainly will be."

Chapter 3: [Farkas] I Should Tell You

♫ - Two - Sleeping At Last

Whiterun was quiet, almost dead silent. Save for a few voices here and there and the occasional clink of the guards armour against their swords, there was a tranquility over the land. The wind howled through the streets that were bustling merely hours ago,and threaded its way up to Jorrvaskr. You sat outside, taking in the atmosphere and calming your head after a particularly stressful day.

The Companions lived in Jorrvaskr, and had done so for many years. Since you had joined a year or so ago, you had been subjected to all of the tales of old by Kodlak and Vilkas; where the old man had failed to remember, the younger warrior was quick to fill you in. Their lineage was grand, and they all were prideful of being a part of something so prestigious.

As you let the wind flow past you, you let your mind relax and leaned back against the rocks at the forefront of the Skyforge. Often you sat here as Eorlund worked, and in the night it was the perfect vantage point to take in the view of the city. Your legs dangled off the edge and your mind wandered back to your first days in Jorrvaskr.

Not everyone was quick to take to you, and probably more than most, Vilkas. He was protective of this family of theirs, and he didn't see the sense in bringing you in. Though, having been convinced by Kodlak and Skjor that you were worth your metal, he had come around to the idea and welcomed you in. Since then, Vilkas had been your confidant, someone you had grown to care for deeply. He took you on adventures and trained you where he could, and that was something you treasured wholeheartedly.

Everyone in the family was nice with you as time went on. You would hunt with Aela, drink and relax with Ria and Torvar, and when she had finally let her hostilities go, Njada too. When you needed a friendly shoulder, you would turn up in front of Skjor, who let his guard down for nobody but you. Kodlak became a father figure, and you had settled right into this little family perfectly.

There was always one who was different, though. Farkas.

The youngest member of the Circle, and most definitely the quietest. You left him be in the beginning, mostly because he seemed very disinterested with you being there and you could tell he wasn't much a talker. He was attractive, though. Built, rugged and silent. You thought better of it than to tell him that, having known him at the time for so little a length, but even to this day it rang true.

You giggled to yourself at the memory of your first mission against the Silver Hand, where you had seen he was a werewolf. After you were trapped behind that gate, he came back for you with such a face of regret. Once you were free, he took your hands into his, murmuring apologies and stating that he hopes you weren't scared off.

Since that day, you spent more time with Farkas than any other Companion. You trained together, you walked the city together, and you spent countless nights up late at this very place, chatting about the future and the past gone by. Anything and everything, memories and dreams. You lay staring at the sky, thinking of the young werewolf, and a smile and chuckle left your lips.

"Wanna let me in on the joke huh?" A familiar voice cut through your thoughts as you shot up straight.

"Farkas! I- You scared the shit out of me!" you exclaimed, placing your hand over your heart to steady its beating.

"Maybe be a bit more on your guard then, I could have killed you." He was joking, and you could hear it, but that didn't stop you from pulling your tongue out at him in response.

He simply laughed and sat down besides you, resting his arms on his knees and leaning where you did. That smile could end me, right here, you thought.

You were used to Farkas in his armour more often than anything, so when he was in his normal clothes you couldn't hear him sneak up on you. Not only that, but he was even more disgustingly good looking in his civvies. His hair fell in front of his face neatly, and his eyes glimmered in the low light of the moon. He looked homely, he looked comfortable. Farkas looked beautiful.

I should tell you, you thought. I should tell you how I feel.

"It's a lovely night, right?" he asked, more rhetorical than anything. "The stars are really bright today. How are you?"

"I'm well, I've had a hell of a long day,so I thought I'd relax here for a while before trying to turn in. My mind hasn't exactly shut off so I can sleep just yet. How are you?"

For a moment, Farkas looked at you concerned, head tilted a little to the side. Ignoring your question, clouded by a pang of worry, he inquired. "Anything you wanna talk about?"

"Nothing bad," you reassured him with a smile. "I've just had a long day so it's taking more time than usual to calm my brain down."

He nodded, relieved in his heart that nothing had harmed you or upset you. Stealing a glance at you, he let you both sit in silence for a while and think, just taking in each other's presence and relaxing. It was often this happened, neither of you found it uncomfortable. His mind wandered as yours did, to the state of your relationship.

Farkas cared for you, so much more than he probably should do. It was bordering on complete infatuation. You were his first thought when he woke and the last before he slept. Each day was a waiting game to see you smile, to hear you laugh. He lived for the days you both went out adventuring without any destinations in mind. These were his favourite moments. He loved the thrill of a fight, the adrenaline from a mission, but to wander through the fields of Whiterun with you and no destination in mind, that was bliss.

As his mind came back, his eyes wandered over to you. You sat next to him, eyes staring up at the sky. The glow of the moon bathed your face in a dim light, that made all of your features almost ethereal. He daren't move a muscle, wanting this picture before him to remain in his brain forever.

I should tell you, he thought. I should tell you how I feel.

You shivered just a tad, noticing the cold air had risen the more the night went on. Instinctively, Farkas moved closer and placed his arm around you, your head moving to look at him.

"Can't have my favourite warrior catching a cold now, can I?"

"Surely picking favourites is against some sort of rules, no?" you quipped back, and he smirked down at you with a gentle gaze in his eyes.

"Probably," he shrugged. "But, it's hard not to when you're... well, when you're you."

Furrowing your brow, you sat up more to look at him, trying not to get distracted by how good he looked in this light. Sending him a questioning look in attempt to get him to continue, the young wolf's cheeks turned pink and he looked down at his lap, one arm still firmly around you.

"I- well, um.." Farkas wasn't the best with words anyway, but he was flustered now in the predicament he was in. You took his hand in yours and stroked your thumb over the back of it, giving him a reassuring squeeze. "I really enjoy your company, and well.. I really like you."

Taken aback by his admission, Farkas stayed looking at his lap whilst you moved to face him fully, turning your body in kind. He thought you were leaving, and had resigned himself to the fact he may have ruined the friendship you had. Instead, you stayed right where you were.

You tilted his chin up so he would look at you, your other hand running its way through his brown locks. You stayed looking at him for a few moments, smiling and taking in the sight of him so open and emotionally vulnerable. Slowly, you moved in and placed your lips on his with such a softness that the companion had never felt before. It took him a while to respond, but when he did, he kissed you back so gently, taking your face in his hands and pulling you closer. One arms snaked around your waist and the other lost in your hair, as your own had found their home around his neck.

Pulling back, you placed your forehead against Farkas' own and took a breath in.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this, Farkas," you sighed, content in your current situation. "I didn't say anything because I wasn't sure if you saw me like that."

"That's why I never said anything either," he replied, bringing a hand up to brush his thumb across your lips, the memory of moments ago lingering in his mind. "Would you have me?"

His question was unjust, there was only one answer.

"Without a doubt."

Farkas pulled you to him again, hoisting you up and over him so you straddled his lap. His hands rested on your thighs, rubbing gentle paths up to your hips and back down, as you held his face in your own hands. Smiling at one another and taking the moment in like lovesick fools, you brought yourself down to rest your head on his chest, and his hands found place on your back.

You stayed here for as long as you both could, but the crack of the sun over the mountains suggested you had been here a little too long, and if you were here any longer you were sure Eorlund would let neither of you live it down should he catch you.

"We should probably get going, it's getting late," you spoke, unwilling to break the moment but knowing it was necessary. "Eorlund will bully us forever if he sees this."

"Yeah, that's true," Farkas replied, his face still soft and his heart full. As he stood, he picked you up in his arms with him. The strength of the wolf never failed to surprise you. With one swift movement, he threw you around him to carry you bridal style back into the halls. Farkas leaned in to catch you with one last kiss at the top of the Skyforge.

Before you could move an inch, a voice carried itself through to you both from the back of the forge.

"Very cute, you two. Oh, and consider yourselves caught."

"Eorlund!" you gasped, neither of you knowing he was even there. "How long have you been there?"

The old man laughed, winking at you both in jest. "Long enough to know that this should have happened months ago. Run along, you two, before I catch you again."

You both ran off laughing, and you felt a sense of hope and wonder for the future now with Farkas by your side.

Chapter 4: [Farkas] My Saviour

♫ - Can't Imagine - Shawn Mendes

How it happened, you weren't sure. You were simply just on a walk from your home in Whiterun, and it seemed as though the universe had other plans for you. So, you had found yourself fighting a group of bandits, something that wasn't too out of the ordinary. You had fought and won many battles like this before, and having eliminated all but the chief, you felt it had been a breeze.

However, the chief was proving rather difficult, much tougher than you'd anticipated. As you brawled, using your magic for leverage, you hadn't expected the burly man before you to be so agile. He was ducking and diving away from your every move.

Taking a particularly hard blow, you were thrown backwards and into some empty boxes in the camp. You knew you'd feel that in the morning, provided you lived that long.

"Thought this would be easy, huh?" he taunted, putting his boot to your face as you lay on the ground and scraped his sole against your cheek."Thought little old you could beat me? I'm not so easily taken down."

You went to answer, but could only cough, the wind having being taken out of you entirely. Trying to find something to grip and pull yourself back up and failing, you fell back down and shuffled back as he closed in on you.

"Weak," he huffed with a laugh. "Time to end this, then. It's no fun playing with your food when it won't fight back."

Leaping at you with his greataxe, you mustered up enough energy to jump out of the way, leaving him to crash into the same boxes you had moments ago. This gave you some stall time, and you readied up your own weapon and took a breath. Back on your feet, you had the vantage point over the armour clad individual. Still, it hadn't been enough.

As you stepped forward, ready to end it, he swung the axe across the grass and took your feet out, tripping you down on your back. In the skirmish, your own weapon had been dropped out of reach, and he towered above you, grinning.

"Well, I admired the fight and all," he spoke low as he dropped down to one knee, legs either side of you. "But I'm afraid this party has come to its end."

Bracing for what may be a crushing blow, you shut your eyes and turned onto one shoulder in some feeble attempt at avoiding his attack. The attack never came. Opening your eyes in confusion, above you stood the man no longer. To your side, you heard a groan and a growl.

Blinking hard, your eyes fell on the bandit, bloody faced and in pain, and a familiar towering figure standing above him. Through the wind, you caught the voice of the man as he spoke to the chief, angry and seething.

"You ever touch my starlight again, and you won't live to see your next morning."

The bandit stood and limped off to your surprise. As you sat up, your saviour was already knelt by your side, concern washed over his face.

"My love," he started, taking your face in his hands. You took the time to finally relax, and let out a big breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Farkas, where did you come from?" you asked, fairly breathless and still coming to terms with almost losing your life.

"I noticed you left your satchel with your gems on the table, so I came out to give them to you in case they were needed. Good thing I did, though."

His voice was gruff and laced with concern, as he moved your head to check you over. Handing you a potion to heal you a little, he remained at your side and tilted your head back to help you drink it. He sat on the ground next to you and placed a hand on your thigh whilst you took the time to recover, eyes never having left your face.

"Thank you, Farkas," you spoke, looking down and feeling a little guilty. "Sorry for worrying you and making you save me, I don't usually struggle that badly."

He shook his head. "My light, don't ever thank me for doing my job. I'm here to protect you, I am here to always make sure you are okay."

You opened your mouth to protest, but he placed a finger to your lips and continued.

"I know you are capable, and I know you are more than able to fight and defend yourself, but even the strongest of us have our weak days. And that is okay, there's no shame in it. But, I am here to love you and to care for you, even if that means saving your life once or twice."

You looked him in the eye as he spoke, taking in his words. Lacing your fingers with his own, Farkas used his free hand to run it through your hair, before holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger. He smiled down at you, and you responded in kind, moving in closer.

Farkas took his chance and placed his lips to your own, kissing you gently in case you were hurt any more. It was a fleeting and quick kiss, but welcomed nonetheless. Your arms found his neck and rested there, as he pulled you into his side to sit with him, hand resting around your waist.

"I love you, Farkas."

Those words never failed to make his heart flutter. He had heard them a million times before, but they never lost their magic.

"I love you too, beautiful" he whispered into your hair before pulling back a little, taking your face into both of his hands. "And, if you ever scare me like that again, I'll kill you myself."

His statement sent you into a burst of laughter, and you jumped onto him, ignoring your otherwise aching injuries. He held you by the waist atop him, smiling up at you with his boyish grin.

"I'd like to see you try!" you quipped back at him, and he cuddled you close to him, lying you two down to stare at the blue skies and clouds above.

"Nah, I could never live this life without you, starlight."