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lilmoonbunny · 2 months

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Betrayal; Brynjolf

When Karliah appears back at the Thieves Guild after Mercer has informed them of Y/N's death, Brynjolf is quick to see red.

Spoilers for the Thieves Guild questline.

Brynjolf was a thief, there was no doubt about it. Thievery was in his blood, and always had been. Unattached, flirtatious, and talented at what he did, that was how most people would describe him, yet there was always someone who saw him differently.

Y/N, the latest addition to the thieves guild, was recruited by Brynjolf a few months ago now and the pair became fast friends. Having been the one to recruit and train her, Brynjolf knew a lot about the woman, including her distrust of those around her.

It took Y/N a while to open up to Brynjolf, for reasons unbeknownst to him. Naturally, he assumed there was something in her past, a lover, perhaps? Brynjolf didn’t like the way that thought made him feel, so he did what he did best and ignored it. He didn’t have feelings for her, he couldn’t…

So why did he feel so depressed when Mercer told him how Karliah had killed the woman in cold blood? Why did he lock himself away for days on end? Surely it was just a friend thing, right? He totally didn’t regret not telling her how he felt. Why would he?

“You better have a good reason for coming here, Karliah.” Brynjolf spat, being held back from attacking by Rune. “I should kill you where you stand.”

“It was not I who betrayed the guild,” she spoke softly, sensing Brynjolf’s anger.

“That is not what I am talking about,” he raged, freeing himself from Rune’s grasp and flying towards Karliah, only to be grabbed once again.

“She is telling the truth, Bryn,”

That voice…? It can’t be, surely.

“Y/N!?” Brynjolf immediately sprung backwards, holding the speaker at arm’s length. “You’re alive? Mercer said-“

“Mercer tried to kill me, Brynjolf. You’ve been lied to this whole time. Karliah saved my life.” She spoke quietly as she stared into Brynjolf’s erratic eyes.

He couldn’t believe that she was here in front of him. Mercer said that she had been killed, yet here she stood with Karliah, claiming that Mercer – the man who he trusted more than anything – had betrayed them.

There was no doubt that Y/N had been injured, the way she stood was enough proof of that, but by Mercer? That was not possible… So why did he trust her more than Mercer?

A sudden tug on his hand pulled Brynjolf from his thoughts. “Listen to her, Bryn. For me.”

He could never deny her anything.

And so he listened to Karliah. Every single word she spoke angered him and made him resent Mercer. His hand was still in Y/N’s, and he never wanted to let go, squeezing it gently to calm himself, as well as to remind himself that she was alive.

“I’ll kill him,” Brynjolf snarled. He wasn’t entirely sure what angered him more. That he had betrayed the entire guild, or that he had tried to kill Y/N whose hand was still in his own, earning more than a few confused looks from the other guild members, yet a knowing one from Karliah.

A soft squeeze on his hand pulled him from his anger, however, and his gaze fell on the woman beside him as she gave him a comforting smile. He nodded at her, taking a deep breath to completely calm himself.

She is alive and here. Everything is fine, Brynjolf.

Most people had left the Flagon by now - their anger at Mercer’s betrayal fuelling their plans for revenge – leaving only Brynjolf, Y/N, and Karliah, the latter being quick to excuse herself.

“Thank you for trusting me, Brynjolf,” Y/N whispered, as though she was ashamed of what she was saying. “I didn’t know if you would.” Her words had the red-heads eyes widening as he quickly spun to face her with a force that almost sent him flying.

“I’ll always trust you. I’m just… I’m glad you are alive.” He admitted, one hand resting on the table in front of them whilst the other nursed his drink.

Y/N smiled to herself, a blush running up her cheeks as she took his hand in hers again.

“I’m glad to be back here with you.”

Now it was his turn to blush as he cleared his throat, unsure at what to say.

As he glanced over at Y/N, he noticed that she was already staring at him, and for the first time for as long as she had known him, Brynjolf was rendered speechless.

“I think I should be getting some rest,” Y/N said before he could think of something to say. She lifted herself from the seat she occupied, releasing Brynjolf’s hand in the process. “You should too.”

Brynjolf stared at her for a moment as she turned to leave.

“Y/N,” he called out, abruptly standing up.

Y/N turned to face him, confusion on her features. “What is it, Bryn?”

He hesitated.

“Please never leave me again,”

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argisthebulwark · 8 months

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Can you imagine growing up in Riften though, scraping together your life in the midst of the Civil War. Deciding that joining the Thieves Guild is a better option than Honorhall. Reporting before the sneering Guild Master and accepting your assignment, practicing deep into the night to keep up with your peers. Showing up in the training room after dinner to find the young man who is so clearly Mercer's favorite. He shoots you a sly smile, tying the mess of red hair away from his face before continuing to pulverize the training dummy. Falling into a comfortable routine together: correcting his grip on the shortsword or his nimble fingers aid yours in picking any lock. Brynjolf who becomes your friend, an anchor in your world after you've lost everything else. "Call me Bryn," he insists when it's just the two of you, sending your young heart into a flurry. Growing into fully fledged thieves together, taking on jobs that require two pairs of hands to remain in each others presence. Becoming known as an inseparable pair to the rest of the Guild. Giggling over your inside jokes and scooting your cots closer together while the rest of the Cistern slumbers. Late nights spent dreaming of a future, neither of you brave enough to admit your feelings for the other go far beyond companionship. Imagine hearing your lifelong friend Brynjolf fighting against Mercer's choice to take you alone in his search for Karliah even when he knows it is futile. Fumbling over his words he insists that you two work together or not at all. "We don't work alone." He claims as your Guild Master packs a bag, choking on feelings he cannot articulate. "Please, Mercer. Don't take them from me." It is his face you see while drifting in and out of consciousness. Poison grips your body yet you can think of nothing but Brynjolf and all the opportunities you'd missed to tell him the truth of your feelings; the childish fluttering in your stomach when he boosted you through a window or the dinners spent alone laughing at stories you both knew by heart. Despite Karliah's hurried bandaging all you can see is his lopsided grin dancing in your thoughts or the way his green eyes shone with pride after each job. You've lost family and friends before but there's something stubborn in you that refuses to die without him. Your old friend who collapses when Mercer returns alone, unaware of you clawing your way back to him. Feverish and desperate you fight toward the only home you've ever known, wishing for the days when life was much simpler. Imagine Brynjolf, the one who's held your heart for far longer than you can admit staring across the Flagon. You stumble closer, grasping the familiar face and sinking into his touch. Your words run together - you'd almost died and he consumed all your thoughts, blurting out the admission that's burned at your throat for decades. Brynjolf who kisses you like he's starving, hungry and selfish. It's better than the countless dreams you've had about your old friend, the one who's been there all along. Hands you know all too well are careful when he tugs messy hair away from your face and he promises that he loves you too, that he's always loved you.

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gloomwitchwrites · 6 days

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Spring 2024 Collection Masterlist

Spring themed stories from across multiple fandoms.

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Skyrim: (5/5), (5/13), & (5/26) Lavender (Brynjolf x Female Reader)

Brynjolf only ever brings you flowers when he wants something.

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At a stop in Riverwood, Teldryn opens up about how feels about you.

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During a spring festival in a small village, Aragorn reunites with the woman he’s been missing.

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It isn’t until the woman he loves is in danger that Din realizes he’s wanted her all along.

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coffee-at-daybreak · 1 year

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no more games | brynjolf x f!reader

can't sleep it's skyrim sexyman thirsting time. also! this is really only labeled as f!reader bc bryn says "lass" a few times but otherwise there are no explicit pronouns used for reader. it also gets like the slightest bit steamy but i don't think it needs any tags, lmk if i should though! anyway hope you enjoy tysm for reading!!!

Not even the pouch of septims tucked along your belt makes a noise as you slip into the entrance of Nightingale Hall. The singing of crickets fades behind you, replaced by the eerie silence of the cave.

You continue all the way down the windy tunnel, past the waterfall and run down bridge alongside it. You pass through the archway leading into the main interior hall, bathed in warm light from the nearby torches. Then, you finally relax.

Your shoulders droop and your lungs expand with a deep breath. You pull your hood off your head and reach for the newly attained loot at your belt. A small, hefty pouch of septims, with a valuable piece of jewelry wrapped tightly around it.

You drift closer to one of the torches to get a better look. A necklace, you realize. In your hurry to snatch it off that sleeping nobleman at the Bee and Barb, you'd barely gotten a glance at it. All you knew at that moment was that it was valuable, and you had to have it.

With deft fingers, you pull the necklace off the pouch and hold it up to study the material. It's made of shiny gold, and has a large pendant dangling off of it. The pendant is round, with a small but glimmering red stone in the center, and intricate markings etched into the gold around it.

You're turning the treasure between your fingers when you hear a low whistle come from behind you.

"Now that's quite the prize," Brynjolf's voice flows across the hall. You turn around to see him slipping in from one of the nearby tunnels.

You turn back to the necklace, trying to ignore the sudden jump in your heart rate. "You know me - I have to take anything that catches my eye."

Brynjolf chuckles. "I don't blame you for it, lass." He stops next to you. "Where'd you get it?"

"Some rich drunkard at the inn. I don't think he'll miss it much." You hold out the necklace by the pendant for him to see. When he goes to take it, his fingers just barely graze over your own. The flicker of warmth you feel from them seems to shoot all the way up your arm.

He studies the necklace for a moment, giving you a chance to study him. His emerald eyes are bright with awe, and his russet hair looks even brighter, nearly matching the intensity of the torch light. He's in his Nightingale garb, but everything's slightly .. unkempt. He definitely didn't just come back from a job like you.

"Flawless ruby, for sure," he murmurs. "Very valuable, indeed." His eyes flick to catch your own. "And quite the beauty."

You cross your arms and hold his gaze. You pretend not to notice the gesture - and pretend you don't feel a blush crawling up your neck. "I am not trading that in to Delvin. Don't even ask."

He grins. "What if I take it off your hands?"

You reach over and snatch it from him. "Not for sale."

He chuckles again, a low rumble from deep within his chest. You tuck the necklace into one of the many pockets at your belt and start to head back to the waterfall cave. Crashing into one of those old beds there sounds rather tempting right now.

"What are you doing here right now, anyway?" You ask Brynjolf as you walk. His footsteps trail behind you.

"Housekeeping, of course," he replies. "This place has more cobwebs than the Ratway."

You smile at the hint of disgust in his tone. "Afraid of spiders, are you?"

"Aye, just a bit. I don't much like the thought of them crawling around while I sleep."

You roll your eyes in amusement as you stop next to a bed. The gentle rushing water of the fall and creek echo around the room. The familiar smell of wet stone and misty air flows to your nose. It's not the most pleasant scent, but it's a significant difference from the cistern.

"I'm surprised you're up at all," you say with a snicker. "It's rather late."

Your gloves come off, and you stoop down to start working off your boots. You hear another couple approaching footsteps.

"What if I said I was hoping to run into you here?" Brynjolf asks.

This time, your heart feels like it's leaped into your throat. You try to swallow the nerves down, and focus on slipping off your boots. "You can run into me anytime in the cistern - anywhere in Riften, really. Why here?"

"Because we're alone."

You straighten up, and turn around, and nearly jump back. He'd moved much closer now, a mere hand's width away. The sudden proximity just about takes the breath out of you.

His eyes seem dark, but there's a little bit of torch light reflecting off of them. And when he smiles, they seem to glimmer. Very much like the stone of that necklace. Something about his eyes is much more captivating, though.

"I know you feel it, too, lass," he murmurs, voice so soft that you wouldn't be able to hear it over the water if he weren't so close. The cave air suddenly feels warmer than it did a moment ago.

You gulp. "Feel what?"

Brynjolf's head tilts slightly, and he lifts an eyebrow. You know he's clever enough to figure out when you're playing dumb. But of course, he has to play along.

He takes a step closer. You back up, but your back meets the rough stone of a wall, and you freeze.

"Don't be coy, now." His eyes break away from your own, only to travel around your face. You see them looking at your hair, your cheeks, your nose. Then back to your eyes. "I don't exactly try to hide it anymore, if you couldn't tell."

You exhale. Your breath comes out choppy. You don't try to hide it either, because the first thing you look at when you break your eyes away from his is his lips. That slight smirk in them makes your insides coil.

You had felt a connection with Brynjolf from the moment you'd met. It didn't take long to realize it was more than just a platonic connection. You'd never forget the way your heart went into a frenzy when you and Karliah returned from Snow Veil Sanctum and Brynjolf was trembling with relief. Or the way you'd held each other in Bronze Water Cave, trembling from both the tumultous battle with Mercer and the freezing water you'd so desperately escaped. And the little moments in between the big ones had the same effect. It felt like a game - a tedious, frustrating game of throwing flirtations and quips at each other to see who would crack first. You couldn't deny it any longer, and truthfully, you were tired of trying.

"You know it's not wise, though," you say. Your words are a protest, but the way you tilt your head up, closer to his own, is the opposite. "We're Nightingales now, after all. Sworn to duty, with no distractions."

Brynjolf pauses for a moment. His hand lifts, and finds the side of your face. You suppress a shiver as the warm skin of his thumb brushes your cheekbone.

"I think we can find a balance, lass." He leans a tad inch closer, and his breath is ghosting over you.

You let out another shaky breath. Your eyes flutter closed when his thumb moves lower. It trails along your cheek, under your jaw, down your neck. He spreads his hand along the side of your neck, and you know he must feel your racing pulse somewhere in there.

"I took an oath to Nocturnal because I had to," he whispers. "But you-" his other hand circles your waist, pulling you closer, and by the Gods you nearly collapse against him. Your hands press flat against his chest in an effort to steady yourself. You grow weaker still as he continues, "I'd willingly lay my life down for you. I'd do anything for you."

His voice seems to flow around you. You can hardly imagine your surroundings anymore - you only feel his hand trailing your side, his breath tickling your skin, his heartbeat thumping beneath your palm. His entire presence is like honey, as if you could melt right into it.

"Bryn-" Your hushed breath is cut short. His hand is coming off your waist, and coming up between the two of you.

You open your eyes. He's holding up the golden necklace, dangling from his fingers.

He grins. That stupid, charming grin.

You narrow your eyes. "Really?"

"Easy pick." He leans back, but his other hand doesn't come completely off of you. It glides from your neck to your shoulder, leaving sparks in its wake. He gives the necklace a light swing with his other hand. "Take it back if you can."

You merely glare at him. He still wants to play games. You don't.

Your hand flies out. Brynjolf reels back instinctively. But instead of your hand fishing for the necklace, you hook it around one of the buckles on his chest, and pull him in until your lips meet.

Heat floods you instantly, from just about everywhere. He kisses you back so fiercely that you nearly lose your footing again. But his arms are quick to take you in, one squeezing around your waist and the other coming up along your back. Just as you break the kiss for a gasp of air, his hand buries in your hair, and he's angling your head to bring you back in.

You clutch at him, pressing as close as you can. It almost feels like you could mold into him, with how perfectly your body fits against his own. It feels right - he feels right.

You lose track of how many kisses you exchange, how many gasps of air you trade, how many times your hands grip each other in a new spot. You lose yourself completely in him, in his firm lips, in his powerful arms, in that faint taste of Black Briar mead on his tongue and -

Someone clears their throat behind you both.

In an instant, Brynjolf breaks the kiss and whirls on his feet. He pulls you with him though, earning a small gasp from you when his arm stays hooked firmly around your waist. His other hand is quick to pull out a dagger and point it in front of him.

Karliah leans against the archway, her violet eyes glimmering in the faint light of the cave. "Good evening," she murmurs.

Brynjolf huffs, his chest heaving against your own. "By Talos, lass. Thought you were an intruder."

You're struggling to catch your breath, especially since you're still pressed up close to him. Your head is spinning and a fuzzy warmth takes over your face as you glance up at Karliah.

The Dunmer tilts her head. "No, but it seems I did intrude on something." She leans off the wall. "My apologies. I'll be off... housekeeping."

She disappears down the tunnel as quietly as she came. There's a brief second of silence save for the gurgling water nearby and your heart still roaring in your ears.

You can't help the giggle that builds up, though, and drop your forehead against Brynjolf's chest. "Alone, huh?"

He scoffs, his breath tickling your hair. "Sorry, love. In my defense, the girl's a ghost."

You laugh again. Just as you start to catch your breath, you feel Brynjolf's hand hook under your chin, and he's tilting your head up. There's another fluttering warmth in your belly as you meet his gaze.

"No more dancing around the matter, right?" He asks, voice soft but serious. His eyes search yours intently. "No more games?"

You hum thoughtfully. You lift a hand up, where the golden necklace peeks out from your fingers. "I make no promises."

He chuckles, head shaking with amusement. "Aye, that's what I expected. So be it."

He yanks the necklace from you once again, and dives back in to crash his lips to yours before you can protest.

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martindeservedbetter · 1 month

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warhammer

Brynjolf x F! Dragonborn! Reader

word count: 1985

triggers: none

summary: Who could've thought a pair like them could've bonded over a warhammer? Clearly not themselves.

prompt: from @writings-of-a-hufflepuff List #5 prompt 9.

"You really thought I was dead?"

"Mercer, you're back, but where's-"

"Dead. Karliah got her before I got the chance to save her. Such a shame really... she showed so much promise."

The guild all watched Brynjolf freeze, but they'd all seen it before. It wasn't new for his protege to get caught or killed, but his response was so different this time. He seemed... sadder. As this time it was personal like she was more than a protege.

"I'll be back. I'm going to go find her."

"Were you not listening boy? She's dead."

"Just let me do this, alright? I just need to know." He retorted, not keeping to his cool under pressure attitude.

"Do I need to get you a horse-?" Delvin asked, only to be cut off by the man in question.

"I'll be fine Delvin. Be back as soon as I can-" Brynjolf answered.

"You're insane Brynjolf. Can't you just take my word for it?!" Mercer yelled, calling after the man who was already leaving. The man who ignored the protests of the other members entirely.

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Not finding any proof had only made it that much harder for Brynjolf to accept it. And he scoured the Sanctum, only to find dried blood in an open room.

Damn Karliah. Damn her to Oblivion.

Brynjolf had struggled to find any other way to accept it, so he just blamed Karliah instead, finding it was much easier than anything else. She had killed the last guild master, so who's to say that she wouldn't kill another member? One that was going to help fix all of the problems.

"Brynjolf, please, just stop drinking, it's not going to change anything," Vekel muttered.

"Just give me the damn drink, Vekel."

"No. I will not indulge you in this. I don't care if you're hurting, please just accept that she's gone."

"How? She was... she was special."

"The same way I got over my parents. Time and goodbyes." Sapphire suddenly began speaking and slid into the barstool next to Brynjolf.

"I'm not ready for that."

"Then no mead, no wine, no alcohol whatsoever. It won't help, it'll only make it worse."

Brynjolf groaned, and got up and walked away, hoping to at least be alone. To maybe find some peace by going through her things. To maybe just sleep. Just anything to be free of people's dagger-like eyes that pierced him with judgment.

His eyes flickered to her empty bed, the way it just looked so wrong. Brynjolf sat himself in front of her chest, looking through her things, noticing things that he recognized, specifically a certain warhammer...

"Lass, this is ballsy, even for you."

"Shh, it'll be fine."

He watched her sneak away, attempting to steal the war hammer right off the guard's back.

And all Brynjolf remembered was the way the hammer was too heavy for her hands and she carried it back over to him with the largest smile on her face.

"I told you it'd be fine."

"I guess I should believe you more often lass."

He took the hammer out of her arms, and she seemed to sigh in relief, but still high from the thrill of theft.

"Obviously. Don't be an idiot, I'm just as good of a thief as yourself."

"Of course," he mused as he mussed up her hair, and she slapped his hand away.

"Do you know how hard it is to tame this?!"

And Brynjolf just laughed as she attempted to fix her barely messed up hair, scowling as she did so.

"You're so lovely, lass."

"I would say 'you too' but you were a jerk who messed up my hair!"

"You look fine, lass."

"Says the guy who rolls out of bed and looks gorgeous."

"That's very flattering, Y/n, but not entirely true."

He watched her jaw drop, and he gave a soft chuckle.

"You do not comb through your hair! There's no way in Oblivion-"

"And that's where you'd be wrong lass."

"Oh, my gods... Brynjolf is a fancy man."

"And proud of it."

He winked, yet didn't fail to catch the glimpse of a blush dusting her cheeks.

"What happened to you lass..?"

It wasn't long before there was a clamor coming from the Flagon, and when the Cistern door flew open, every member was on alert.

Karliah...

Brynjolf decided to be civilized but was not afraid to turn from the plan if it even slightly went south.

"Karliah, what did you do to Y/n?"

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"Y/n? You're alive?"

It was Vekel who seemed to notice her first, and it drew the attention of the few other members still in the Flagon.

"Y/n? But Mercer said-" Tonilia started.

"Mercer lied. He's lied to all of you for years."

The newest recruit had been confirmed dead by the current guild master, and he'd managed to convince everyone but a certain second in command.

"Brynjolf looked for you. We were also worried about the fact that you two were gone that he just, decided to seek answers for himself... He hasn't been well."

"Vekel, is he here? We have a lot to talk about, and I need the entire guild's attention."

"Of course, he should just be in the Cistern-"

But she was already gone, ready to tell everyone the truth and to address her Brynjolf situation, but that would have to take a backseat. There were far more pressing matters at hand.

As she pushed through the Cistern door, she heard arguing amongst the members and loads of insults toward Karliah.

"Mercer's a liar."

"Lass..."

Brynjolf's face softened and she watched his body seem to go slack.

'He looked for you... he hasn't been well.'

"Karliah saved my life. Mercer tried to kill me."

She lifted her shirt to show the fresh scar along her stomach.

Brynjolf's eyes traced the marred skin, and his body seemed to tense the longer he looked.

"He's been robbing you blind for years, check the vault."

Karliah added, standing right by Y/n's side. Y/n had put her shirt back down, smoothing it out as she stood increasingly closer to Karliah.

"Lass?"

Those eyes of his... those gorgeous emerald eyes bore into her, coaxing an answer from her. Silently pleading for the truth, clearly uncomfortable with the woman beside her.

"She's right, please, Bryn, believe us." Y/n copied his own eyes, begging him for the decency to believe her.

He let out a sigh before shouting," Oi, Delvin! We need to open the vault."

"Thank you..." she breathed, smiling over to Karliah.

Brynjolf looked over to her, very upset about the large scar on her torso, and although he was warry of Karliah, he knew of what happened to Gallus and it didn't help that he knew what it felt like to hear that Y/n was dead. But he threw that to the side when he saw Y/n smile at Karliah, watching her seem very relaxed around the supposed murderer of Gallus and Y/n herself.

"You called, Brynjolf?"

"Put your key in, we need to get this door open."

"Of course."

Y/n hesitantly walked toward the vault, standing right beside Brynjolf. It made him feel a wave of relief knowing she was this close again.

"It's empty! It's all gone!" Delvin yelled back to the group after doing a sweep of the vault.

"Mercer! Damn him!" Brynjolf answered, entering the vault to confirm the claim.

It was a stab at the entire guild like someone had slit the guild's throat and captured its riches as if it were blood. The experience was numbing to most guild members, realizing that not only had all of their hard work been for naught, but their guild master was also the reason for it. He had caused every problem they had ever faced, yet always found some scapegoat, never allowing himself to be seen in a negative light as he tore the guild apart from the inside.

"When I see him, I swear I'm going to-"

"Vex! You know that's not how we operate. We just need to figure this out..." Brynjolf chided the white-haired woman, who was now seething in anger but held her tongue, silently planning Mercer Frey's death in several different ways.

"Lass," Brynjolf turned to Y/n," Tell me everything that's been going on."

"I will Bryn, I promise, but first... can we be alone? Vekel said you haven't been well-"

"So long as we speak of the guild first, of course, lass."

Y/n held out a hand, which he quickly accepted, allowing her to lead him to the intended destination. Although the place was just the secret entrance for the Cistern, they sat on the hidden steps together.

She first informed him about how Karliah had been framed, that Mercer Frey had betrayed them and brought a curse upon the Guild after infuriating Nocturnal. She then led into the tales of the secret trio of Nightingales being true.

"The Nightingales? I thought that was just an old legend, but I believe you lass."

"It seems that we don't have much of a choice in anything anymore Bryn..."

He cleared his throat, garnering her undivided attention.

"What was it that you wanted to talk about lass?"

She gave a soft smile, grabbing his hand and intertwining her fingers with his.

"Vekel said you've been..." she paused, for lack of better words," not well."

"I've not been ill, lass."

"I didn't mean it that way. He said you came for me."

"...I had to make sure it wasn't true."

"You really thought I was dead?"

"No," Brynjolf felt his heart jump into his throat, and he tried to cough up an answer.

"I just... I didn't believe Mercer when he told me you were dead... I... I had to see for myself."

Brynjolf's eyes didn't meet hers, but he rubbed the back of her palm with his thumb.

"You know I missed you, missed us. You know that right?"

"I missed you more than you know... Saw you kept that old warhammer... that was a nice day..."

"That was a nice day... I found out that you were a fancy man."

"And I found out that I loved you," he spoke just below a whisper, just as if it were just a breath.

"Bryn? What was that?"

"Don't worry about it. So I'm a fancy man? I'm glad you remember lass."

"No, don't lass me. You never told me you were hurting. Was it that hard with me gone?"

She had begun to hold his hand a little bit tighter as she looked over at him, trying to get him to look back into her eyes.

"Yes lass," and for the first time since they started their little talk, the emerald-eyed man looked her in the eye.

"It was hard."

"But I'm just, me."

"And that's just it Y/n. You're just you, and down the line, I fell in love with you. I searched for you... because I didn't want to come back to a guild without you."

"I love you too. Gods above, I've been in love with that stupid accent of yours since you told me I couldn't steal that warhammer." She said with a laugh, letting herself fall to lean against his side.

He kissed her temple and gave her hand a squeeze before muttering," That's when I fell as well."

"Future romance advice for those who need it, just steal a warhammer, then you'll love each other." She teased, currently pleased with their current situation.

"Steal one more for the road? We can fix the guild later?" He offered, and he knew the answer as soon as he was pulled to his feet.

"Whoever gets one first, without being caught, gets a kiss!"

"I'm not against this bargain..."

And the pair of thieves both split, oh so full of love, and ready for everything they faced in front of them.

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peachfridges · 9 months

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masterlist

keep an eye on this as i may add new fandoms and/or characters to it in the future!

bruce wayne

nothing here yet…

dick grayson

nothing here yet…

jason todd

nothing here yet…

fortnite

midas

nothing here yet…

montague

nothing here yet…

modern warfare

alejandro vargas

dating headcanons

coming soon…

john ‘soap’ mactavish

dating headcanons

five times they almost got caught (and one time they did) - fluff, suggestive content but nothing graphic

john price

late that night - fluff, can be read platonically

kyle ‘gaz’ garrick

nothing here yet..

simon ‘ghost’ riley

dating headcanons

upcoming: hushed words

resident evil

chris redfield

nothing here yet..

leon s. kennedy

dating - fluff + a small bit of smut

re2 drabble - fluff + a tiny bit of smut

skyrim

brynjolf

nothing here yet..

farkas

nothing here yet..

miraak

nothing here yet..

ondolemar

nothing here yet..

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skyrim-forever · 9 months

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TESFest Day 3: Teeth

Hi everyone, I got this idea and couldn't get it out of my head! I'd also like to dedicate this piece to @argisthebulwark as it features their special guy Brynjolf. You've brought me so much joy with your writing so I wanted to begin to return the favour with this short little piece <3 (also Brynjolf is so fun to write I'm def gonna write more with him).

Prompt: Teeth

Tagging: @tes-summer-fest

Words: 498

Warnings: T, suggestive but not much.

The Cistern was a buzz with celebration in honour of the newest recruit’s latest job. It hadn’t been an easy one, that’s why Brynjolf assigned it to them; they had shown a natural talent that day in the Market. And after a few jobs, the Master Thief figured they could take on something a bit more intense.

The job involved a trip to Solitude, into the East Empire Company headquarters to locate some documents of a visiting company member. From there, they were instructed to steal the documents from the safe, as well as steal a necklace. Whether or not they were interested in cleaning the place out, he left that up to them. He also added a little… challenge, if they found themselves so inclined.

“Ey, supposedly the man has two gold teeth” he said. They turned their head quickly in his direction.

“Is that a challenge Brynjolf?” He shoots them a grin and places a hand on the small of their back as he passes by.

“Think of it as a chance to prove your stuff.”

Whether or not they ‘proved their stuff’ remained to be seen, but they did succeed in getting the necklace and the document from the headquarters with none the wiser. And for that Brynjolf was impressed. After a few rounds of drinks, they wander over to him. Their normal saunter exaggerated due to their success.

“I suppose congratulations are in order, well done.”

“The pleasure is all mine Brynjolf.” They offer him a small bow complete with a wide grin on their face. “But don’t think I forgot about your little challenge.” Oh he’s intrigued. Dipping to the side pockets of their guild armour, they pull out two pieces of gold that shine in the candlelight of the Cistern. “You even managed to take the man’s teeth, I gotta say I’m impressed.” Brynjolf took both teeth in his hands, tossing them slightly in the air. “Any chance you’ll tell me how you walked out without him noticing?” They catch the teeth mid-air.

“Oh you know me Brynjolf, I never kiss and tell.” They gave him a smirk while brushing their hand slowly across his armour. He decides to match their energy by grabbing the hand on his chest, placing a chaste kiss on it.

“Is that so?” They hum a bit under his touch, placing one hand on his side and moving the other from his face to shoulder.

“Everyone’s gotta have their secrets, you of all people should know that Brynjolf.” Just as he was going to make a move, close the distance between them, they slink away. He lets his eyes linger on their form a little too long, as he watches them rejoin their friends. It is only when he reaches into his side pocket, does Brynjolf know something is missing. They had pickpocketed him! Brynjolf lets out a dry chuckle, serves me right for letting my guard down. This new recruit was sure going above in beyond.

#tesblr #my writing #skyrim fanfic #skyrim fanfiction #tesfest23 #brynjolf #brynjolf x reader #x reader #x reader fanfic #skyrim x reader

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smuttywriter · 4 months

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..under the stars

“Listen, if Vekel assures me that Fevyn Telleno has important information, then I believe him. I know you don't think much of him, but he's good at what he does.”

“Bryn, don't get me wrong, I know he's part of the guild and our keenest talker, but sometimes I'd like to personally punch him in the throat for that”, I state, staring at the stars.

“Aye, he'd deserve that”, he sighs and moves his arm under his head. “Do you still remember what he said when I first told them about you, lass? You were standing right behind me.”

“I remember him saying that you, Delvin and Vex were part of a dying breed”, I say.

Finally, he climbs on top of me, his guilds armour barely rubs on mine as he balances his weight on his arms.

“Dying breed, eh? Well, what do you call this then!”, he says, nodding towards me.

I smile, only seconds before feeling his lips on mine.

“Even old Delvin was fond of you the second he first saw you”, he adds.

“I still can't believe you didn't tell me Delvin had a brother.”

“You two are getting along a little too well, aren't you?”, he teases.

“What can I say, you know I've got a weakness for blacksmiths. Especially for such talented ones”, I admit.

“I may not be able to perform miracles with steel, lass, but I certainly could manage to make an emerald like you pop.”

“Oh, you do?”, I ask, arching upward to meet his lips.

He slightly pulls back, knowing I'd be yearning for his touch. A subtle smile is rising on his face, as I try to grab him a second time. Then, immediately after leading me on, he leans in and kisses me. Once I start feeling the weight of his body pressing against mine, a shiver is sent through my entire being.

Suddenly Rune stirs heavily in his sleep.

Bryn abruptly rolls over. When he catches me smiling, he himself has to restrain from laughter. Then, he draws closer, and pulls me in a tight but loving embrace.

I feel his body behind me and immediately catch myself wishing that Bryn and I were here alone. But we both know giving in to our appetite is an irresponsible thing to do right now, as it wouldn't be the most pleasant sight for Rune to wake up to.

Knowing Bryn, I'm certain Rune would have been pulled from his slumber.

#skyrim #brynjolf #thieves guild #brynjolf x reader #brynjolf x reader imagine #bryn #brynjolf imagine #tes v skyrim #tes #skyrim imagine #brynjolf smut #tes smut

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accio-peach · 2 years

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“what did I fucking say about putting yourself in close call situations, lass?” Brynjolf growled as he pressed you against a tree after fleeing a bandit camp he specifically told you not to raid.

“what’s life without a bit of risk?” You struggled to hide your grin.

Gripping your waist, he pulled you flush against his chest, pressing his lips firmly into yours. Mumbling against your lips, “the risk isn’t worth it when your life is on the line, you greedy brat.”

#brynjolf #brynjolf x reader #skyrim #thieves guild #peach's babbles #brynjolf smut #brynjolf fanfic #skyrim au #elder scrolls

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randoimago · 2 years

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I have a multi fandom request... specifically involving Dionysus, Zagreus (Hades), Fenris (Dragon Age) and Brynjolf (Skyrim) with their s/o who likes to fall asleep listening to the boys' heartbeat. Please and thank you 😄❤

S/O Likes Falling Asleep To Their Heartbeat

FANDOM: Dragon Age, Hades, Skyrim

Character(s): Dionysus, Fenris, Brynjolf, Zagreus

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Oh that's so cute!! But can't relate with Dionysus cause I'd rather sleep on his thighs oof

Also has it been mentioned in canon if Zagreus’s heart beats? I can’t recall if it is but I wrote that it does (albeit pretty slowly)

Fenris

He very much prefers having you close to him when you sleep. Just to make sure you're still there and you're both safe. So you laying on his chest is perfect for him.

Fenris would never consider himself soft (he's all about self deprecation) so he would never admit how pleased it made him when you told him that you like hearing his heartbeat.

His heartbeat probably picks up a bit when you lay on his chest just because he’s not used to a more wholesome kind of physical affection. He’s not against it, he actually likes it a lot.

I feel like after he’s gotten used to you laying on his chest, if you ever not sleep laying on him then he’ll be pretty grumpy until you lay the right way.

Dionysus

The guy has his tits out constantly, you laying on his chest helps keep him warm and he likes being able to just hold you.

Dionysus probably likes to ramble and talk a lot when you two are laying down together so he probably doesn’t even notice that you’re listening to his heart more than him.

Has the biggest, dopiest grin when you tell him that you like hearing his heartbeat and it helps you sleep.

Would teasingly call you a softy but after learning that he probably tries to be less noisy so you can sleep better.

Zagreus

Do you know how wide he'll smile when hearing you like listening to his heartbeat. Sure his heart beats on the slow side since he's in the Underworld, but it still makes her very happy.

Likes holding you close. Prefers spooning but would be glad to lay on his back if you sleep better with your head on his chest to listen. Also let's him play with your hair or draw different shapes on your back.

He would love to listen to your heartbeat, just hearing what it sounds like and honestly he understands. It is really relaxing.

Zagreus never really allowed himself to lay down and relax so now that he has you that likes to lay on him makes him take a lot more breaks or calling some favors from Hypnos so you can just have a nice quiet time relaxing.

Brynjolf

This man is going to tease you with no end in sight if you let him know that you like laying on him to hear his heartbeat.

You’ll definitely get an “Have you gone soft on me, pet?”

Does like you laying on his chest though. Being in the thieving business, he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to get out of something alive or not so having you lay on him lets him know that you’re both okay.

There are some nights where he can’t come home due to work, but when he is able to be there then he’ll gladly lounge with you, just having you lay on his chest while he reads a book or something. Just making up for his time away.

#skyrim x reader #hades game x reader #dragon age x reader #fenris x reader #brynjolf x reader #hades dionysus x reader #hades zagreus x reader

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strugglingwriterwattpad · 1 year

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a new face in riften set brynjolf on a path of more than just coin. a path of truth betrayal and love? but was he willing to try with the new lass in town?

#skyrim #the skeleton key #brynjolf x reader #brynjolf #the thieves guild #the nightingales #nocturnal #the eyes of the falmer #tamriel #the elder scrolls #elder scrolls five

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fandom-imagines · 2 years

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Most people, if not everyone, longed to meet their soulmate; the person that they had been bound to by the heavens, and Y/N was no different, but somehow meeting hers whilst covered in blood wasn’t exactly the plan.

Her eyes stared towards the man, who coincidentally was also covered in blood, as the dragon lay at their feet, painting both of them with its blood. The only part of them which wasn’t covered in blood was the tattoo on their wrists, linking them to each other.

“So, you’re my soulmate,”

“Seems that way,”

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argisthebulwark · 1 year

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Time Moves Slow - Brynjolf

sfw, gn reader (reader referred to as 'wife' once) Summary: After returning from Sovngarde the Dragonborn finds that a handful of hours for them has been years for those in Tamriel and reunites with their loved one. Others Linked: Vilkas, Farkas, Teldryn, Miraak, Cicero

Lanterns cast their welcoming glow as you slid through Riften's front gate. A breeze carried in the chill of early morning that cut through your armor. Picking up your pace you eased around a gaggle of guards stationed near the temple. You noted fresh flowers scattered around the graves, more tombstones than you remembered. You'd only been gone a couple of days, had there already been a bandit raid? Vines curled around the mausoleum, thorns catching at your cloak. You glared at the offending plant and fought to remember where they'd been before - you'd been through this entrance dozens of times and couldn't recall such an annoyance. You hadn't noticed the shadow trailing you. He stalked over the rooftops, always keeping you in his line of sight. He didn't recognize your armor and the easy way you made your way through his city unsettled him. He kept close, closer than he should but he refused to let you out of his sight. Scanning the nooks and crannies under the temple you were surprised not to spot any of the fresh recruits. There were only a few and they were learning quickly but they most not be out training tonight, the graveyard seemed suspiciously empty. Delvin was in for an earful about slacking off when you got to the Flagon. Still lost in thought you didn't notice your shadow closing in. He was stealthy, checking each footfall and cloaking his descent under the wind. You didn't hear the whisper of leather as he unsheathed his dagger, weren't aware of his presence until cool steel pressed to your throat. "Come to visit a loved one?" Brynjolf's smooth voice murmured close to your ear. Panic ratcheted up your heartrate when the blade bit into the grimy skin of your jaw. He never drew his blade unless it was dire. Something must've gone horribly wrong in your absence. "Bit late for that. Best jog on." "Bryn, what the fuck?" "You know my name, love?" The blade tilted your jaw up and you glared straight ahead. Brynjolf's gloved hand slid down your side to unlatch your sword. "Surprising. Still, you should wait 'til mornin' to come around here. Not the best side of town and all." "Brynjolf, please tell me what's going on." "We know each other?" You could hear the infuriating smile in his voice. His dagger didn't falter when your sword clattered across the ground. Saying your name only worsened the situation; his fingers tightened on the dagger, muscles visibly tensing. "Don't you dare mention my wife." His voice dripped with venom you'd never heard before. It was terrifying - Had you somehow come back to the wrong Brynjolf? "Bryn, I swear -" "If this is your idea of a joke it's not fucking funny." "Just look at me!" Strong hands whirled you around and the world seemed to pause. Brynjolf's eyes were dark, long hair casting shadows over his face. You caught sight of stubble dusting over his jaw that hadn't been there a few days prior. Lifting one hand you grazed his cheek, shocked at how different he felt. "How?" He whimpered and gods, you wished you had an answer. Frantically you brushed back his hair until the moonlight allowed you a clear look at his face. Creases had formed around his eyes and your thumb traced a visibly old scar you'd never seen. Brynjolf's hand raised to cover yours, green eyes seeking answers you didn't have. "I searched for you." He whispered and your heart broke. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks when Brynjolf met your gaze, every ounce of his heartbreak on display for you. "I looked everywhere, lass. I couldn't find you." "I'm so sorry, Bryn." You babbled through the tears because you saw it all; the dusting of grey in his long red hair, the new armor bearing old Shadowmarks. You'd been gone far longer than intended. "I thought I lost you." His words pierced like a knife to the chest. After all he'd lost he'd grieved you again. "I thought I lost you." "I'm home." You sobbed when he wrenched you to his chest. Stealth was forgotten when Brynjolf held you close, shared pain enveloping your reunion. "I'll never leave you again. I promise."

#skyrim #writing #brynjolf #brynjolf x ldb #brynjolf x dragonborn #brynjolf x reader

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yeehawbvby · 1 year

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Go, Lass (Brynjolf x F!Reader)

Rating: Teen+ (explicit language, canon-typical violence)

Summary: The guards of Markarth have you cornered in the Silver-Blood Inn, eager to steal you away to Cidhna Mine. Luckily, you’re gifted a bittersweet goodbye with your favorite guildmate before you’re imprisoned for only the gods know how long.

Author’s Note: This was a fun little idea I had based off my current Skyrim run! It takes place after The Forsworn Conspiracy/before No One Escapes Cidhna Mine, and before you meet with Endon for Silver Lining. The reader-insert doesn’t have to be the Dragonborn, and your race isn’t specified either.

Sorry for any errors, I didn’t proofread before posting. Hope y’all enjoy! x

Check it out on ao3!

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“C-come on, I didn’t really kill all those people! Surely you’re overlooking some details—“

“Oh no, we’ve all heard stories of your honeyed words. You’re not getting out of this one that easy.”

Shit, shit, shit, you thought to yourself.

Looking back and forth between Brynjolf and the Markarth guards, you panicked. Your heart raced as your shoulders slumped and your chest visibly began to heave.

You’d never been arrested for stealing, in all those years of doing it to survive, followed by making it into a profession with the Thieves Guild; but due to a failed attempt to help a determined Breton rid Markarth of the Forsworn, you’d really fucked up.

Lots of weird politics. Far more killing than you were used to. So many ways to be framed in so little time. In the end, your comrade didn’t even make it — the guards made sure of his demise as soon as they’d been tipped off. All poor Eltrys wanted was a safe future for his wife and child, but that was supposedly too much to ask for in such a corrupt city.

The reason Bryn tagged along on your trip back to Markarth for this job was to bring you comfort and backup. You were two peas in a pod (albeit, Brynjolf seemed to see you as a sister whilst you hid your romantic feelings in plain sight), and you knew he’d help you if you truly needed it, no questions asked.

You’d kept your fingers crossed, upon the law’s arrival, that the tall Nord’s presence would intimidate the guards into brushing it all off. Unfortunately, your downfall seemed certain.

In that moment, the guards, citizens and denizens onlooking all wanted you imprisoned for life. And your favorite partner in crime was there to witness it all, barely even knowing what had gotten you into such a mess. His face looked neutral as ever, but his body language said otherwise. You knew Bryn well enough to be able to tell how tense he was.

You had three options. Option number one: run. Never come back. Screw this silversmith job that the Guild desperately needs, someone else can take care of it!

…Although, whoever is sent in your lieu might just muck it up.

Option two: Fight. Main issue there is that it would be subjecting yourself and Brynjolf both to a death sentence.

Option three: Turn yourself in. The prospect was terrifying, but you’d gotten yourself out of countless sticky situations. Perhaps you could figure out the details of an escape plan later. Maybe you could even organize a full-fledged jailbreak.

Everyone surrounding you knew what choices you had, merely not realizing the extra details that went into your third prospect. The inn was quieter than a crypt as they waited with baited breath to see what you’d do.

“I…” You looked over your shoulder at Bryn, a deep exhale shaking your form as his beautiful emerald eyes met your own gaze. “I submit.” His eyes widened. The guards made a move to capture you, but you halted them, your face whipping their way.“Wait.”

“What in the Gods’ names makes you think we—“

“I’m a cold-blooded killer, aren’t I?” You lilted, eyes stabbing into the man who’d been doing the talking for all of his crew. “If you don’t allow me to bid my friend farewell before I spend the rest of my fucking life in the mines, I could take out everyone in this room. Starting with them.”

You tilted your head towards the small family that hid behind the counter. The parents gasped, and their son whimpered in fear, hugging himself closer to his mother. Playing into the façade, you drew a smirk across your features.

“…Very well. You have one minute.” The guard added, glaring at Brynjolf, “No funny business or you’ll both perish.”

“Yes sir,” you lazily saluted.

You turned around to face Brynjolf, who looked pale with discomfort.

“Look, I don’t know what you’ve done, but—“

Before Bryn could get another word in, you tip-toed to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tender hug.

As he returned the gesture, you turned your face until your lips brushed his ear, and ever so softly whispered, “I will get out of there.” Bryn shifted a little, and you continued, “I don’t know when, or how, and maybe I won’t even survive; but trust me when I say that I’ll see you again soon, one way or another. I’ll make damn sure of it.”

Your partner in crime wanted to laugh. He knew you. He knew what you were capable of. No matter how foolish you were to already be conspiring an escape, he believed you could do it. But he didn’t wish to draw suspicion from the guards, so he simply nodded, an amused exhale that could’ve been mistaken for despair shaking his armored chest as he tightened his grip around your form.

You pulled away, but before you could make your way towards your captors, you felt a tug on your arm. Turning to the source, Brynjolf pulled you close, replacing his grip on your bicep with a tender caress to your cheek from both hands.

Before you could process what was happening, he tilted your gaze upward and dipped down to your height, sealing the goodbye with a kiss. You melted into his touch, your palms finding refuge against his broad shoulders.

As Bryn’s auburn beard tickled your chin, you smiled, basking in the taste and feel of his mouth. The warmth of his breath. The calluses of his large hands barely scratching your cheeks. After a few short seconds that you wished could be hours, he separated.

A crooked grin graced Brynjolf’s lips as he whispered to you his parting words:

“Go, Lass. Make their ancestors weep.”

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Brynjolf x reader

[Okay, so quick explanation about something. In the game, Brynjolf calls the character lad or lass depending on the character model chosen. But, I tend to write in gender neutral as much as possible so it can be any character inserted, so I decided to have him say bairn. Like how someone might say kid instead of boy or girl]

You had just gotten back from doing a job for Maven Black-Briar herself. And, boy, do you feel awful about it. Sure, the owner of that rival brewery was not that best person. But, what was looking to be almost an entire life in prison seemed like too much of a payment. Not to mention, it wasn’t like his awful treatment of his workers was something that Maven of all people was concern with. Regardless, you made your way back to Riften, reported back to Maven, and made your way back to the guild center to wait for more information about what to do next. After checking in with Mercer, you headed straight for the Ragged Flagon. You were thinking about everything that was going down, and things that they might lead to when what you wanted to think about was absolutely nothing. Nothing that a bottle of mead couldn’t help with. Apparently, you looked as bad as you felt because you didn’t even have to ask for anything before Vekel was sliding a bottle your way. Though, he always was good at picking up on those sort of things. “One the house, for a job well done.” He played it off with that before teasing, “Don’t get used to it though.”

There wasn’t anything else said between the two of you as he was busy with his work. Even if he wasn’t, there wouldn’t have been a chance to as someone else cut in. “Ah, there you are, bairn!” A familiar voice rang from the other end of the bar. Brynjolf pulled out the stool next to yours and sat in it. “Heard the news. I knew I pegged you right! Probably still feeling a rush from such a flawless job, eh?” He cheered you on with small shake of your arm. All you were able to will yourself to respond with was a grunt and a shrug of your shoulders. This sort of threw him off of his jovial mood, but only for a moment. “Rough trip back?” Brynjolf teased.

“Sure.” You hummed and focused on fiddling with the bottle in your hands. This was interrupted by another hand grabbing the top part of the neck that your hand wasn’t on. “It’s my personal belief that when someone is too upset to drink, then drink is the last thing they need.” Brynjolf said in an uncharacteristically concerned voice. “Do you actually believe that?” You asked as you practically flopped your head over onto your shoulder to look over at him. “Of course I do!” He got a bit of a guilty look before adding, “For everyone else but myself, anyhow.”

Brynjolf stood from his stool and pulled you by the arm to do the something. “In any case, nothing that a good walk around the back of the rat ways can’t help.” He insisted as he started to lead you to the door. “Isn’t there a crazed cannibal living back there?” You asked deadpan. “Well, we aren’t going that far back, bairn! Just a lap around the upper level is all.” Brynjolf chuckled as he opened the door. He managed to get you about ten steps in before you dug your heals in, bringing you both to a halt. “I don’t think I can do this Bryn!” You blurted out. This confused him, so he decided to play it off with a joke. “Walk? You certainly did a passable job of that from the bar to the door. And, I’ve never known a half bottle to-“

“No. This whole guild thing. When I joined, I thought that I would be doing things like picking pockets, maybe hitting a few houses here and there. If there was someone else framed for it, then they would only be in jail for a few days- a week at most. B-but, since I’ve been here, I’ve had to threaten multiple people, destroy entire livelihoods, and hurt people not even involved! That poor guard at the brewery by Whiterun; all he wanted to do was keep people safe, and I poisoned him! The only reason I took the job was to be sure there wasn’t enough to actually kill him! It just-“

“Woah there, bairn! You’ll work yourself into being sick if you keep spouting all those words.” Brynjolf cut off your panicked tirade with a firm hand on your shoulder, put there partially to get your attention and partially because he thought your balance was starting to look unstable. “Now, you’re overthinking all this.” He tried to comfort. “But-“ you started only to be cut off once more. “‘But,’ nothing. Look, if you really want to take all of this personal, then think of the details. For instance, ol’ Sabjorn was basically holding poor Mallus captive. Now, isn’t that a good reason to have him spend sometime behind bars?” He asked. You huffed and sat on the dirty floor before asking, “What about the guard? What did he do to deserve getting food poisoning?” He laughed at what he thought was a silly question and sat down next to you. “That’s your answer. He’s a guard.”

Suddenly, Niruin stuck his head through the still opened door. “So, there are people back here. Vekel asked me to close the door. Doesn’t want to risk skeevers smelling the food.” He explained. Then he looked down at you sitting on the floor and staring at nothing. “What’s with the new one?” He asked. “Just a small case of morals. We’re working through it.” Brynjolf chuckled as he reached an arm around your shoulders and gave your upper arm a few assuring pats. “Oh, I remember when I used to have those. Don’t worry. You’ll get better in no time.” Niruin said sympathetically before leaving and closing the door behind him.

“See?” Brynjolf sounded genuinely happy. “The guild’s got your back! We’re family after all.” You heaved a sigh and slumped against the wall even more. “I dunno…” you mumble. Suddenly, you were turned around by the arm across your shoulders, and the feeling of the cold wall on your back was replaced by the warmth of his chest to yours and his arms that were both wrapping around you. “I do. Told you when we first met I know how size people up. I wouldn’t have gotten you involved if I thought you couldn’t handle it.” You weren’t able to answer, the situation having completely dazed you. Never being one to let silence set in if he wasn’t sneaking, Brynjolf gladly kept talking. “Besides, as you might have guessed, I’m starting to get a bit attached. If you really wanted to leave, I’d be there fighting you the entire way out the door.”

This wasn’t an unwelcome turn of events, but nonetheless a surprising one. Because of this, all you could think to do in return was to move your hands to hold him like he was holding you, albeit not as tightly. “Look at that! You’re still here after all! I was starting to think you’ve gone completely limp on me.” Brynjolf laughed. He sat with you like this for another minute, enjoying the rare soft moment in his life. Finally, he leaded back, arms still wrapped around you, but loosening enough so his head wasn’t over your shoulder and he could look at you again. “Divines bless you, bairn! Your face is as red as my beard!” He couldn’t help but tease. It must have been really bad if he could tell even in the dim torchlight of the rat ways. You rolled your eyes at his antics, finally able process your thoughts enough to realize that he was trying to work that rouge-like charm of his on you.

“What? You don’t believe me?” He asked, his fingers ever so gently starting to dig and wriggle at your sides, testing the boundaries of what he could get away with. “Then how about I prove it? I’m sure we could compare the colors if we got them… real…close.” Brynjolf’s lips were now just a breath away from yours, and that breath was catching in you chest.

The door opened again, and Vex who couldn’t be bothered to actually look called in, “Brynjolf!” The Nord in question grumbled a moment at the intrusion. But, he still quickly let you go, and replied. “Aye, right here. What is it?” Vex, still not wanting to put in the effort of looking around the door, but lowering the volume of her voice now that she knew he was nearby curtly said, “Mercer wants you to handle something, soon as your able.” She left, not pulling the door all the way closed behind her, assuming he was going to be right behind.

Brynjolf stood from the floor and pulled you up as well. “Well, duty call, I suppose.” He huffed and brushed off his pants a bit. Stopping himself when he started to turn toward the door, Brynjolf looked back at you, a devious glint to his eyes. “Oh, yes. I almost forgot.” The hand that was suddenly on the back of your head showed you what he almost forgot when it tangled into your hair and used the hold to push your mouth onto his. He took the kiss as deep as it could go in the few seconds he had to spare for it, his beard bristling against you sending your nerves sparking at the extra sensation. When he pulled away, he took a moment to brush a thumb across your cheek and take in your glazed over features. Turning to the door, this time actually walking out, he covered for you both by saying, “Just let me know if you have anymore questions about anything.”

Not having anything else you could do, you composed yourself for a few minutes then walked back out to the bar and sat down again. You finished the other half of your now slightly stale mead, and planned on asking for another when a fresh bottle was slid your way. You looked up to see Vekel standing by the box he kept the mead in, giving you a knowing look. “On the house.” He said as he turned to clean a few tankards. “I thought you told me not to get used to that.” You teased. “I can tell you need that one more than you needed the first one.” Was his answer from where he was working. You might not have looked as composed as you thought you did. But, then again, Vekel was always good at picking up on things.

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