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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 · 1 year

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Once you become guild master there's a dark elf new recruit who will say "so youre the one everyone's falling over" when you walk by him and holy shit i can not take that in any other way that brynjolf is not the only one who has a crush on tld, especially now that she's their boss. Now it's pretty much canon that everyone in the guild's in love with you. When you're not there they argue who would be a better partner for you.

"She's mine."

"She's your boss, she's my future wife."

"The Guild Master wouldn't marry you."

"Break it up, kids." Vekel groaned, placing a round of ales in front of the thieves against his better judgment. They were all completely sloshed - Brynjolf's face almost as red as his hair and Vex wobbling in her seat but he knew better than to get in their way.

Every time the new Guild Master left on a job or some extended trip they had the same argument. Vekel had heard it so many times he and Tonilia could recite it word for word. Despite their constant bickering none of them had yet approach the Guild Master with their feelings and it drove the poor bartender mad.

"Vekel." Brynjolf wheeled around, grabbing Vekel's arm. "Don't you agree that she's sweet on me?"

"She's your friend, you mentored her." Rune hiccupped, finger wagging in Brynjolf's face. "But who does she come to when she's upset? Or bored? Me. She sits next to me and talks for hours."

"You're both wrong." Vex sounded smug, curling into the seat of her chair. Delvin's hand subtly reached out to steady her before she fell on her ass. "Whenever she gets a job from one of you she comes running to me for all the dirty little details."

"So, you're helping her to her job? I'm the one who shared a bedroll with her when we got stuck in Windhelm."

"You're still going on about that?"

"Oh for gods' sake." Vekel muttered, shaking Brynjolf's hand off and returning to the bar. Tonilia shot him a quick look but he was exhausted and wanted nothing more to retire for the evening. Knowing this argument they'd be stuck in the Flagon for hours, downing ale until their words slurred together.

"You have some input, Vekel?"

Unexpectedly, the thieves hushed. He felt all of their eyes narrow on him and he drummed his fingers on the bar as he thought through his options. He could make up an excuse about some spill and let them keep going as usual. Or he could finally say something.

"You're all sitting here proclaiming that you're in love with the Guild Master but have any of you told her how you feel?" Saying it after months of hearing their bickering felt like a weight lifted from his shoulders. "Have any of you bothered to ask the Guild Master how she feels about all this?"

"Well,"

"I don't want to pressure her into -"

"Yeah, I don't want to push her."

Their overlapping excuses was just as annoying as the fighting. Brynjolf turned back to the others and Vekel caught sight of Ravyn sneaking toward the Cistern. He couldn't hold it against the poor bastard but his offhanded compliment had lit the fire for this entire situation - "so you're the one everyone's falling over." So simple yet it had earned Vekel many nights of their droning voices.

"Why don't you all just grow a pair and talk to the Guild Master?"

"Talk to me about what?"

Tonilia's eyes were as wide as dinner plates and Vekel was certain he heard Ravyn skittering back into the Flagon when the Guild Master's voice cut through all the chatter. Every pair of eyes shot to her - eyes hardly visible under that damned hood, hands on her hips and staring down the table of thieves. The timing was so perfect he wondered how long she'd been listening.

"Anyone going to speak up?" Her foot tapped and she tossed back the hood, glaring around at the thieves. Wide eyes stared back at her, cheeks flushed from alcohol and the embarrassment Vekel knew hit every single one of them. Good, it was about time they owned up to their feelings. "What do you need to tell me?"

Absolute silence fell upon the Flagon. Vekel tried to guess which one of them would say it first - maybe Brynjolf since he'd been flirting with her since they met, or Vex would have some backhanded compliment for her. Vekel had his suspicions about Delvin - he always seemed to float around the argument without actually engaging.

"Oh, come on." Ravyn's flat voice broke the silence. "Haven't I already told you this? They're all into you."

Pandemonium broke out in the Ragged Flagon. Excuses and accusations flew back and forth while Vekel watched the Guild Master's shock cool into something more dangerous. One by one the thieves noticed her glare, the way her arms crossed over her chest and quieted once more.

"None of you thought to speak to me?" Her voice was deadly, cold. Brynjolf turned in his seat, clearing his throat as if he could appear sober.

"We didn't want to sway you, lass. You know, didn't want our feelings to change how you feel about us."

"How very kind of you all." Her tone conveyed that it was anything other than kind. Vekel started to pity the poor fools - they looked like they were in for a verbal beatdown. Sure they were annoying but he hadn't anticipated this. "Next time, come to me as adults." Her tone softened when she turned away, heading for the Cistern. "I'll tell you how I feel."

A few thieves chugged their ale before heading after her, others scrambling out of their seats the moment she exited the Flagon. Vekel winked at Tonilia, knowing that they'd have a new game - guessing which of these hopeless romantics she'd choose as her lover.

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cloaksandcapes · 7 months

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I'm a Rogue at heart and I really like the idea of this item being used as an assassination device. Pop some poison into it and just use a sleight a hand of to swap with your target. Creative DnD players I'm sure can find a lot of other uses for it as well. :)

Thieves Flask

Wondrous Item, rare

“A simple silver flask with a transmutation rune etched into the underside. Depending on which Thieves Guild created this magic flask, there will sometimes be a sign or phrase in thieves cant scratched into the side.”

You can use an action to speak the command word and transform this flask and make it look identical to another container of liquid of similar size. It mimics everything about it including the shape, texture, weight, taste, scent and flavor of the liquid. It returns to its original form only if it’s emptied of its liquid or the command word is spoken again.

A creature can make a DC 14 Intelligence (Investigation) check to deduce the truth of the flask. If they’ve taken a drink from it they do so with advantage.

#D&D #DnD #Dungeons and Dragons #DnD5e #Homebrew #Magic Item #TTRPG #DnD Homebrew #TTRPG Homebrew #Homebrew Magic Items #DnDaDay #Thieves Flask

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ironwoman359 · 7 months

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A Thief's Gamble - Ch.4

Bedlam and Burglary

Previous: Ch.3 - Honeyed Words, Bitter Deeds ||Next: Ch.5 - The Renegade from Cyrodiil.

Fic Summary: Brynjolf is certain that the only way the Thieves Guild will return to its glory days is by bringing in new, talented members. Unfortunately, Mercer doesn't agree, and it's not like Brynjolf's latest attempts at recruiting have gone well. But when he meets a stranger in the marketplace one morning, he's willing to take the risk and bring her on board....only time will tell if his gamble pays off.

Chapter Summary: While Brynjolf attempts to discover who is behind the sale of Goldenglow Estate, Maven Black-Briar pays a visit to the Guild.

Content: Brynjolf POV, Thieves Guild quest spoilers, game typical violence.

Ships: Brynjolf x Dragonborn OC (slowburn)

Word Count: 2,056

Check the reblogs for a link to read on AO3!

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Despite their dwindling numbers, the Guild still had what Brynjolf considered to be a very capable group of core operatives…which made the fact that not a single person in the entire ratway was able to identify the mysterious symbol all the more frustrating. Even Delvin, who had worked with just about everybody who was anybody, didn’t have a clue.

The only person more frustrated than he was by the lack of leads was Mercer.

“Between everyone here we’ve run jobs across all of Tamriel!” he’d snarled. “Somebody has to know something! I want everyone working on this, no exceptions!”

Brynjolf couldn’t help but agree.

He drafted letters to everyone he could think of who might have the slightest clue how to solve the mystery, and had Vipir and Cynric make up copies of the symbol to send along with them. He asked Thrynn and Niruin to spread the word to any ties they still had with their old crews, and Rune left for the College of Winterhold to talk to an expert on obscure symbols and languages that he’d had contact with in the past. Tonilia and Vekel promised to speak with their customers and contacts as well, and Dirge even took a copy to pass along to Maul on the off chance that he’d run across something in his dealings with the Black-Briars.

And yet, despite everyone’s efforts across days of work, they were no closer to identifying the strange little symbol. Brynjolf was getting to the point where just looking at the damn thing made him grit his teeth, to say nothing of how Mercer was handling it. The Guildmaster had taken to pacing back and forth behind his desk and glaring daggers at anyone who disturbed him.

“I don’t like this, Brynjolf,” he kept saying. “Someone out there is playing us for fools, and I don’t like it one bit.”

As usual, Brynjolf did his best to keep everyone in good spirits, but even his patience had its limits.

“Please tell me you’ve heard something,” he said to Delvin as he walked into the Ragged Flagon, but the old man shook his head.

“Sorry Bryn. I have heard something, but it ain’t something good.”

“The Brotherhood hasn’t ever seen it either,” Brynjolf guessed, and Delvin nodded.

“Astrid said that even little Babette didn’t have a clue, and she’s been around for centuries.”

“Dammit,” Brynjolf muttered, falling into a seat. “Whoever’s behind this is crafty, I’ll give them that.”

“We may have to face it, Brynjolf,” said Delvin. “Nobody knows what that symbol means.”

“Don’t be so quick to give up, old friend,” Brynjolf said. “There’s still a lot of correspondence that has yet to be answered. Maybe nobody in Skyrim has heard of it, but our adversary could be from elsewhere in Tamriel. That reminds me, did you send a letter to your–”

“Look sharp,” Delvin interrupted, lowering his voice. “Look who just came in.”

Brynjolf looked up, and immediately straightened in his chair.

Maven Black-Briar herself was strolling down the walkway around the cistern, Maul trailing behind her like a guard dog. She breezed past Dirge without so much as a nod and stepped up to the bar.

“Good evening, milady,” Vekel said, nodding respectfully. Maven was just about the only person who he didn’t treat with his usual snark. “What can I get for you?”

“I’ll just have a cup of wine tonight,” she said. “I have business to discuss with Brynjolf.”

She took her drink and sat at Brynjolf’s table, and he lifted his tankard to her.

“Maven. To what do I owe to pleasure this fine evening?”

“Thanks to the efforts of the operative you sent my way, I’m in prime position to take over Honningbrew Meadery in Whiterun,” she said. “I have to say, I was skeptical about her at first, but she definitely gets results.”

“She’s one of the best we have.”

Brynjolf had said it without thinking, as yet another part of his usual game of flattery and assurance that he played with Maven, but as he considered the words, he realized that there was an element to truth of them. The lass's somewhat odd behavior aside, she’d had nothing but success since starting with the Guild. The strain of bad luck that they’d all been experiencing seemed not to affect her, and now she’d even managed to impress Maven.

“Perhaps,” Maven said. “At any rate, I wanted to speak with you and Mercer about Honningbrew.”

“Mercer is out meeting a contact,” Brynjolf said apologetically. “But I’ll gladly relay any message you have for him.”

Maven nodded.

“I don’t anticipate any issues in actually acquiring the meadery itself; Mallus has already been placed in charge by the local guard and sale of the property to me is a trivial matter. What concerns me is ensuring the same level of control over the production in Whiterun as I maintain here”

“Is Mallus’s presence at the meadery not enough for that?” Brynjolf asked, and Maven scoffed.

“Mallus is a capable worker and he knows his success is dependent on meeting my standards…for now. But how long until the distance between us gives him ideas about independence?”

“So you want to employ the Guild to keep tabs on the meadery the way we do on Goldenglow.”

“Precisely,” Maven said. “I’m not anticipating a need for high levels of interference in these early days–”

“But you want to be prepared,” Brynjolf finished for her, and a slow smile spread across her face.

“Indeed. I trust you’ll be able to handle that?”

“Well…” Brynjolf said carefully. “Our reputation in Whiterun isn’t what it used to be. It’ll be more difficult to operate there with the same impunity we enjoy here in Riften.”

“I fail to see how that’s my problem. I’ll have my hands full enough establishing my own business presence in the hold without covering for you at the same time.”

“I did say difficult, not impossible,” Brynjolf pointed out. “We’ll make it happen.”

Maven smirked.

“You know, a week ago I may have assumed you to be merely grandstanding. But your Ariene assures me that what she found at Honningbrew will help restore your Guild’s strength, and since you claim she’s your best, I trust that she’s correct.”

Maven finished off her wine and got to her feet, and Brynjolf stood as well.

“For now, a monthly report from one of your operatives to confirm that what Mallus is telling me is true should be sufficient for management of Black Briar Meadery West,” she said. “I’ll alert you if any further action is required.”

“Always a pleasure to have you visit us, Maven,” Brynjolf said with a smile, and Maven tutted.

“Yes, I do so love my little excursions to the sewers. Maybe you could steal yourselves a better headquarters sometime. Or at least a servant to clean the place.”

“And lose our roguish, underworld charm?” Brynjolf asked, chuckling. “I think not.”

Maven rolled her eyes and turned without another word, snapping her fingers for Maul to follow her out of the cistern.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Delvin said when she was gone. “I haven’t seen her in that good a mood in quite awhile.”

“Neither have I,” Brynjolf agreed, slumping back in his seat. “Ariene must’ve really impressed her. I wonder what she meant by the lass finding something that would help the Guild?”

“Well,” said a new voice. “I don’t actually know how helpful it will be.”

Brynjolf turned with a start, just in time to see the woman in question entering the Flagon through the secret entrance.

“You just love appearing without warning, don’t you lass?” Brynjolf asked, and Ariene shrugged, a small smile playing about her lips.

“What’s the point of being able to sneak through rooms undetected if I don’t take any opportunities to eavesdrop?”

“Word of advice, lass,” Brynjolf said as she took a seat at the table. “Those skills will serve you well when you’re out there in the world. But there’s no need to use subterfuge within the Guild itself. We have each other’s backs. If we can’t rely on each other, then there’s not much point in being part of a Guild at all, is there?”

Ariene’s smile stayed locked in place, but it lost the playful ease it’d held a moment before.

“I suppose not,” she said.

Brynjolf opened his mouth to speak, but Ariene plowed onwards.

“And speaking of the Guild, I did find something at Honningbrew. The same symbol from Goldenglow was involved. Whoever gave Sabjorn the funds he needed to take his competing mead to market as quickly as he did is the same person who bought the bee farm to cut Maven out of the picture.”

Brynjolf frowned and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. As much as he wanted to press the lass on her response to his advice, he knew when to take a hint.

“That makes this beyond coincidence,” he said instead. “First Aringoth and now Sabjorn. Someone's trying to take us down by driving a wedge between Maven and the Guild.”

“And there’s no way we can stay afloat without her influence?” Ariene asked, and Brynjolf shook his head.

“Believe me, there are days when I wish we didn’t rely on her so heavily. But the fact is, her gold is pretty much the only thing keeping the city guard from storming this place and hauling us all off to Mistveil Keep’s dungeon.”

“Then what can we do?”

“We’re working on how to identify that symbol now,” Brynjolf said. “We’ve reached out to all our contacts, though there hasn’t been much luck yet. Besides that, we can continue working on restoring our reputation in other holds…pulling jobs so that people remember who we are.”

“And it’d probably make sense to start in Whiterun, since Maven wants us to start operating there,” Ariene added. “Delvin!” she called over her shoulder. “Have any clients for a job in Whiterun?”

“Nothing specific,” Delvin said. “Though pulling a bedlam job in the hold could be a step in the right direction. What about you Vex, do you have anything?”

Vex looked up from where she was sitting in the corner, and grinned.

“Do I have any jobs in Whiterun? Sure I do. I have a buyer looking for a specific jeweled flagon that’s been traced to a trader named Ysolda, and House Gray-Mane has been on my list of targets to sweep for months now. Lot of old relics in that manor.”

“Ysolda’s place and House Gray-Mane…alright, I know where both of those are,” Ariene said. “And I know a few other spots that would make good targets for the bedlam job. I should be able to pull off all three jobs in one visit.”

“Be careful lass,” Brynjolf cautioned. “We have some sway over the guard here in Riften thanks to the Black-Briars, but it’s much harder these days to get yourself out of a jam in the other holds. It might be more prudent to spread the jobs out over time, have different operatives go for different jobs. If you get caught pulling off a crime spree, your sentence is likely to be far harsher.”

A quick smile flitted across Ariene’s face.

“Your concern is touching,” she said. Her tone was playful, but there was a hint of sincerity in her gaze as she met Brynjolf’s eyes. “I’ll be careful,” she continued. “But of all the things that I have to worry about in Whiterun? The guard is the least of my problems.”

Brynjolf blinked, and filed that statement away with the rest of the rapidly growing questions he had about his newest Guildmate.

“Well then, as long as you don’t mind going back to Whiterun so soon, it sounds like we have a plan.”

Vekel came up to their table and passed out a round of drinks, and Brynjolf lifted his up in a toast.

“To the Guild!” he declared.

“May we show that bloody curse that we won’t be kept down by anything,” said Delvin.

“And may we all make enough to retire in a palace,” Vex added.

Ariene’s eyes flitted around the room, and she smiled again, wider this time.

“May we all have each other’s backs,” she said, and Brynjolf grinned.

“Aye, lass. I’ll drink to that.”

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Previous: Ch.3 - Honeyed Words, Bitter Deeds || Next: Ch.5 - The Renegade from Cyrodiil.

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nientedenada · 10 months

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Rune from the thieves guild for the character asks :)

First impression: Oh, another quest in Riften about finding out who someone's parents are?

Impression now: There is no quest, not even the trace of a scrapped one, and the devs in interviews don't even remember what the hook is about. That note in the cistern seems even more appropriate now, all these years on.

Rune, I've used every source at my disposal and I still can't find a trace of your parents. Whoever they are, they've completely erased themselves from history. This is quite a feat considering the quality of my sources. If I come up with anything else, I'll be certain to contact you. Athel Newberry

Congratulations, Rune's parents, you've erased yourself from our world too! Anyway, he is one of the nicest most wholesome people in the guild.

Favorite moment:

Rune: "So I'm finally seeing you with a smile on your face." Sapphire: "It's this place. It feels like home. It's just nice to finally have something going right in my life."

Idea for a story: I forget who first suggested to me. Rune's parents might have some connection to Nocturnal. But it does sound a lot like the Grey Fox's curse in Oblivion. I don't have a strong idea for a story, but something with Nocturnal.

Unpopular opinion: I can actually see why they dropped the Rune quest. Having both him and Brand-Shei in the same city seems redundant. But they forgot about the hooks in the dialogue tree They have one line that seems like it was meant to replace the original idea where he says ""Have no idea what my birth name really is, and I frankly don't care." which completely contradicts his explanation in the dialogue tree that he's spent nearly all his money trying to find out.

Favorite relationship: Rune's relationship to Brynjolf is really touching. He tried pickpocketing Brynjolf as a poor teenager, and Brynjolf took him into the Thieves' guild.

Favorite headcanon: He's Nocturnal's kid.

#rune #tesblr

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kagedbird · 6 months

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TESSDE AU (+ Taliesin) Continuation from this

Allora: *hums as she finishes checking her bag for all her supplies, stowing it on her waist and thigh again and adjusting her newly acquired Thieves Guild gear- including the hood- and smiles at the Thieves Guild members watching her like a hawk* Thanks for the new clothes! They're pretty comfy. Hopefully no one gets the idea to try and steal them off of me again. Who knows what would happen~? Brynjolf: *sitting off to the side, covered in bruises, a burn on his right hand, a broken left wrist, and a split lip as he's tended to by Rune* ... Allora: So! I'm afraid I'm not so well versed in your trade. Mind letting me know the idiots who tried to buy me? Vex: We're not telling you shit. You should honestly be dead for what you did to Brynjolf-! Brynjolf: Easy, lass. Don't get her started again. We got lucky when we caught her off guard. Allora: Aw! He's learning. *gives a fake giggle, holding her head up on the table with a wide smile* The rest of you should too, if you know what's good for you! Sapphire: *rolls her eyes* Yeah, I bet. Look, you don't scare us, so cut the crap. Allora: *pouts* Oh nyo, I'm nyot scawwy to da big bad thieves? Whatever will I do~? Thrynn: *sneers* Mocking us isn't helping get you any answers. Allora: Being nice didn't stop people from trying to murder me, or prevent you from kidnapping me for gold. Piss off. *flips him off* I'd suggest you hurry up before my guards come. I won't be able to stop them. They're quite bloodthirsty. *grins wide* Delvin: *having been silently watching the entire time, noting the smallest trembling in her hands that she's been actively covering up by moving them around a lot* ...They didn't give us a name. Vex: Delvin! Delvin: Hush. She's an important person, and the people said to make sure she's unharmed. We can't do anything; our hands are tied. They failed to alert us what she could do, so they'll be charged regardless. Allora: *sits up straight, recognizing him as a leader of this group* Finally, someone with sense. My name is Allora White, pleasure to meet you. Delvin: Delvin Mallory. Those people who tried to buy you- they didn't have much of a name. Just asked for the Dragonborn, and well. You're the only one we've heard about. Allora: Any descriptions? Pitch in voice, notable ticks, specifications when asking for me other than to not be harmed? Delvin: One female and two men. The men didn't say anything, just stood there. The woman in particular was looking for you. She also made mention of one of the men that follow you around- big one with a tattoo? Allora: Kaidan... Delvin: That's the one. Said he'd come running to find you once she had you. Don't know what love triangle yer in missy, but I think you'll be all right. Allora: ...How much did she pay you? Delvin: A whoppin' one thousand gold. Pretty price on yer head there, lass. Allora: *reaches into her satchel and tosses a bag of gold onto the table* Two thousand, and you keep me informed on when that woman comes back. And you don't tell her anything about Kaidan. Delvin: *arches a brow, looking at the bag. Nods to Tonilia to grab it and look through it* Deal. Pleasure doing business with you. You sure you don't want this line of work? Seems you'd fit in well enough. Allora: *lets out a laugh as she stands from her seat* Oh I'm far too loud. And I'm a good girl. *throws them a smile as she turns away* I'm off to go find my boys. I'll do my best to keep them off your trail, so long as you keep your end of the deal. Wouldn't want your pretty home in ruins, now would we? Delvin: Rune, lead her outside through the back door. *watches them leave, speaking quietly towards Brynjolf* Damn shame she won't come join us, ey? Brynjolf: *sighing as Rune pulls away from fixing a splint over his wrist to race after Allora* Aye. Tried once before. She's firm in her decisions- and her body. Delvin: *shakes his head as he turns away* You can think of nothing else, can you?

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#Suggestive #Allora #Dragonborn oc #Brynjolf skyrim #Delvin Mallory #Vex skyrim #Tonilia skyrim #Thrynn skyrim #Rune skyrim #tesblr #tes #Skyrim #Who could the mysterious woman be? 👻#Surely Kaidan and Taliesin won't attack Allora on sight for being in uniform right? 👀

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a-thirst-for-dunmer · 10 months

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has anyone actually ever made/discovered lore on rune from the thieves’ guild or am i tweakin

#tes #skyrim #rune #half of vanilla skyrim is just unexplained backstory #where’s rune from?#how did athis get in the companions?#are there more falmer?#u g h

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postalninja · 10 months

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You have Skyrim mentioned as a fandom of yours in your blog description, but I actually don't know your stance on it at all - who are the blorbos?? the ships, if any???? (And - get better soon!!)

Yesssss! I've written four fics for Skyrim (plus one long neglected WIP), which is why it's listed at all. I didn't play it when it first came out (open world games are hard for me - I tend to get overwhelmed) so it took a couple of years and two characters before I finally properly got into it. The sneaky Bosmer archer is the build that clicked for me - I got really good at killing things from a distance so I was having lots of fun with it. I ended up playing more than 300 hours with that character, which probably means that Skyrim is the single game that I've put the most time into. My partner has been an Elder Scrolls fan since the beginning of the series, but I couldn't get into Oblivion when I tried it, so Skyrim is my first and only Elder Scrolls experience. I still dearly love it, despite its jankiness and flaws! As for ships, it's kind of a funny story. When I was playing the game and looking around for a husband, the only character that I wanted was already married - big, burly Ulfberth War-Bear. Now, at the time this was decidedly not my type!! I've always liked long-haired pretty boys and emo villains, but there was something about him that intrigued me. And I started developing this fantasy in my head about him and my character getting together, how it would happen, the drama around the fact that he was married, etc. And a few years later when I started writing fanfic, I actually wrote it! To this day I think it's the most self-indulgent thing I've ever written, and I have a special fondness for it despite the fact that the pacing is off and that my writing has improved a lot since then. If nothing else, it has some excellent drama. I even incorporated Quintus Navale, the character I actually ending up marrying in the game, to make it even more dramatic! And then I wrote a spin-off about him and Adrienne (the spurned spouses!) which was a lot of fun. Later, I wrote my first novel-length fic about Rune from the Thieves Guild and his search for his parents. I spent a lot of time developing the plot, writing and re-writing the first draft, and it's still one of my favorite things I've written. It features Rune/Sapphire as a ship, but is a bit of a slowburn, with more focus on the plot.

And then I got inspired for an alternate version of events from that story, which is the neglected WIP that I mentioned. I created an OC for Rune's mother who I really grew attached to, and I wanted to explore how things would have turned out had she made different choices. I have 45 pages written, but have been stuck for a long time with it, especially since I moved on to writing other longfic ideas. I'd still love to finish it one day. The most recent Skyrim fic I wrote is a short, funny idea I came up with for a fic exchange. It pits Arcadia and Farengar from Whiterun against each other, and I loved the result! One of the funnier things I've written, I think! ^_^ Goodness, I've blabbed on! Thanks for the ask and the well wishes! <3

#answering asks #tinygigas #skyrim #elder scrolls skyrim

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nazumorim · 2 years

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This is perverted nonsense😄👇®️

I like futanari, and it makes me happy to see Amoria and other Skyrim women shyly wanting to insert their magnificent cocks into strong Nord men.

I'm talking about a world line where all the members of the Thieves' Guild are in Amoria's arms.

x Brynjolf

Brynjolf likes lass so much that he'll generally allow them to do anything, and he's a bit of a masochist, so he'll also like being spanked.

x Mercer

They seem to be quite violent. Biting, scratching, slapping... Mercer is the type of person who needs to take charge, but is frustrated that she always loses to Amoria's cock and gets the better of him. Mercer is strong, but Amoria is just as strong and above all, the futanari woman is the strongest of all the races, so Mercer is always under Amoria's thumb. His moaning is loud and dirty.

x Thrynn

When Amoria invited Thrynn to join him, he had no idea that there was a cock between Amoria's legs, and he didn't really understand what was happening while he was being fucked. He likes to feel good, so he accepts it rather quickly, but he's still not quite sure what's going on.

x Rune

When he first sees it in Amoria, he will probably be very surprised and very embarrassed. He is also a little shocked that Amoria's cock is a little bigger than Rune's.

× Niruin

I think Niruin is a crazy psychopath, so he might be the only guy who won't give in to Amoria, they are both good at talking and deceiving each other, so they are going to have a thrilling relationship. They are always drunk when they have sex.

x Cynric

It's sexy that he's blushing and turning his face away from Amoria's cock. He is very sensitive and makes sexy moaning sounds when Amoria touches him. He doesn't say he likes it, but he doesn't say he doesn't like it either, so Amoria spoils him. He is sexy anyway.

× Vipir the Fleet

He has a flirtatious relationship with Amoria because he has probably been raped by a woman before, and they are both open-minded and playful, so after a while of just the two of them having fun together, they try to include other guild members in the fun.

× Etienne

He has no strength or stamina and always feels bad that Amoria feels inadequate.

Because of this, Etienne's skills with his hands and mouth improve, and he also makes full use of alchemy, so after dating Amoria, Etienne's level goes up and up.

× Garthar

He always plays with her for a long time because he has a thick body and a sexy deep voice that Amoria likes. At first he rejects Amoria's cock, but he is weak against a woman's moist eyes, so Amoria fucks him with a one-time promise. Of course, it doesn't stop once.

× Delvin

He thinks Amoria is crazy at first, but when he finds out she is serious, he is quite confused. He is curious but more fearful, so he disappears as soon as Amoria comes near him.

× Ravyn

He always try to cut Amoria's head off with a dagger.

In other words, futanari are the best!

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incorrectskyrimquotes · 1 year

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Methinks you like all of the Thieves Guild characters but especially the lesser-known ones :) and honestly who could fault you for it!!

ETIENNE IS SPECIAL TO ME OKAY YOU LITERALLY SAVE HIM FROM TORTURE AND RUNE HAS AN INTERESTING BACKSTORY PROBABLY AND NIRUIN IS A FUCKING IDIOT

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strikersunindie · 1 year

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@poisonpynk sent a meme

"You really thought that you would be able to alert someone in this cave? Do you not see all the runes here?" Hastrel had kidnapped the queen in order to get a ransom, as well as add to his collection. Ashley was such a hero to the kingdom, there was no way they wouldn't pay immediately. The crackdown on thieves was doing numbers on the guild's treasury and the queen had been to blame for encouraging the capture of his members, though did nothing when they were killed. So he decided to use a certain ring on the queen, one wrapped around that cock. It was from his personal collection that no one ever saw.

"Bend over and bare those cheeks," he ordered. Any disobeying and the ring would punish Ashley. Complying meant pleasure flowing through that cock while also…changing it. Each time the queen obeyed, it would also push him into a state of heat that would grow stronger each time. Ashley only wore a small underwear that he was wearing when captured, and it did nothing to hide those cheeks even standing up. With a quick hand and surprising strength, Hastrel began spanking the bubble cheeks.

"You don't get to be rescued," he said, each word followed by a spank. "Until we get that ransom, you're going to be punished and you'll like it." As soon as Ashley even had a fleeting thought of arousal, the ring would consider that complying and shoot pleasure through the queen. Hastrel finally paused and rested his fingers in that crack, thin cloth the only barrier between him and that hole. "Thank me for that punishment."

#n-s-f-w #hastrel and ashley #poisonpynk

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nocturnalswarehouse · 1 year

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Chapter 24 - The Journey Begins

Fic Series: At Long Last

Pairing: Brynjolf x Female Dovahkiin|Dragonborn (Adranelle Rolaine)

Premise: Eight years after being declared the Dragonborn, and three years after Alduin is defeated, Adranelle (Adi) Rolaine finds herself back in Riften to help Brynjolf with the Thieves Guild’s reputation.

Masterlist

Taglist: @thequeenofthewinter, @oblivions-dawn

Word count: 1,078

A/N: In this chapter, we have a very special guest! My wonderful friend @thequeenofthewinter's OC, Dahlia, makes an appearance. In Winter's fic, Adi and Dahlia became friends and I wanted to bring their friendship into my fic as well :) Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Adi barely had time to process her father’s letter and Leo’s side of the story before Karliah had her and Brynjolf packing up and leaving to find Mercer. According to the letter from Vipir and Rune - the poor courier that delivered it looked dishevelled when he entered the Flagon - he was heading to Irkngthand. They also revealed that the former Guild Master spotted them but disappeared from sight rather than confront them.

They’d be home in a few weeks. Karliah was not about to stick around before they came back.

The newest Nightingale’s were given a one-hour grace period to pack after the announcement they’d be leaving that same day. Adi got her things together in no time, having only partially unpacked when she returned from her latest adventure and sat on Brynjolf’s bed in Riftweald as he got his things together.

Neither thief spoke, enjoying the peace and quiet before dealing with another battle. If Adi was honest, she was plainly exhausted and needed a break. Ever since joining the guild, there’s been little time to rest and be with Brynjolf without weight on her shoulders. She longed for the break they’d get once Mercer was finished, but something tugged at the back of her mind causing doubt. Since learning her father’s story, she felt Maven had something planned for Adi, which was nothing good.

When Adi had come back, before Karliah noticed she was in the Cistern, she shoved the worn letter in Brynjolf’s hands. He read it immediately, eyes widening more and more with each paragraph. Maven’s corruption was slowly coming to the surface, and Brynjolf was in on the idea of taking her down. However… she still had too much power.

They’d deliberate on that once they retrieved the skeleton key. That took priority over everything else.

Day quickly turned into night on the way to the Dwemer ruin. Adi and Brynjolf rode on Shadowmere while Karliah took lead on a horse bought from the Riften stables. They were approaching Windhelm, a city Adi had meant to visit since her run-in with Jarl Ulfric’s partner when the sky darkened too much to continue.

“Karliah!” Adi shouted for the Dunmer’s attention. She halted and waited as Adi guided Shadowmere next to her. “It’s too cold to camp out here. Why don’t we stop in Windhelm for the night, get some food and rooms in Candlehearth.”

Too tired to argue, Karliah dismounted her steed and brought it to Windhelm stables for the night. Adi and Brynjolf dismounted Shadowmere, who was dismissed as soon as Adi’s feet touched the ground. She waited for the talisman’s red glow to fade before they entered the city, and Adi led them to the tavern.

The Dragonborn had been to the city a few times. Her first time in Windhelm was to speak with Aventus about the contract to kill Grelod the Kind, which she fulfilled happily. The second was to speak with the Jarl about a Peace Treaty until Alduin’s defeat. She hadn’t been back since, wanting to steer clear from the war as much as possible.

As soon as word spread of Adi’s success, the treaty ended, and the war began again. From what Adi knew, however, the Stormcloaks had the upper hand. Seemed that way, too, with how lively the tavern was when they entered. She walked up to Elda, who was wiping the counter of some spilled Mead. “three stews, three Nord meads, and two rooms, please.”

She placed a coin purse on an area that was already wiped down and gave the owner a kind smile. Elda smiled back and obliged, directing them to their rooms and giving them the food and drink after the three dropped their bags off. The elder woman winked at Adi and Brynjolf when they entered the room with a queen bed, causing the half-Breton to blush. They had shared a bed before. She didn’t understand the big deal.

On the top level of Candlehearth, they sat by a fireplace and watched the Bard, Luaffyn, play her lute as a Nord woman sang Age of Oppression. Adi smiled, recognizing the singer to be none other than Dahlia Wintersnow. They had met a few months back when Dahlia had come to Riften in distress. Adi had sent her a drink and some food, giving her some advice. Since then, they have sent each other letters back and forth, using codenames in case them being intercepted. Both parties didn’t need their identities revealed if the letters got into the wrong hands.

“That’s some fine armour you’ve got on,” Dahlia came up to Adi on her break and moved a chair from an empty table to sit next to her. “Does this show your ranking?”

“In a way,” Adi answered. “It’s a… complicated situation.”

“Does this complicated situation have anything to do with the sudden visit?”

Adi nodded, expression turning grave. “I’m afraid I can’t tell you anything in such a public space. Too big a risk.”

“I understand.” Dahlia gave Adi a kind smile. She could see her friend was tired and that something recent that was left out of the letters had resulted in severe trauma. Adi needed a break, hoping the thief would get it soon. “I should go back to perform a couple more songs, but it was good to see you. Let me know ahead of time before you come to visit next, yeah?”

“Of course, Dahlia,” Adi smiled back. “Thank you.”

Turning back to her companions, Adi explained to Karliah how she met the soon-to-be High Queen of Skyrim. Brynjolf tried to embellish the story, but Karliah didn’t let him have it. That made Adi laugh and Bryn pout as a result. The three of them talked, laughed, and enjoyed Dahlia’s voice as the night went on but eventually turned in to be rested and ready for the day ahead.

“Ready for tomorrow, love?” Bryn asked as he pulled his hair back. His chest and arms were already bare, Adi watching as the muscles flexed at his movement.

“Barely,” she answered honestly. Adi had already dressed in her nightgown, Brynjolf eyeing how it fit her. The fabric was tight around her breasts and flowed loosely over the rest of her body. “I’m trying not to think about it.”

Brynjolf moved her hand away from her stomach as it found its way back to where she was stabbed and held it in his. “Then let me be a distraction.”

#tes: skyrim #tes #skyrim #brynjolf #brynjolf x oc #brynjolf fanfiction #the thieves guild #fanfiction #riften #the thieves guild main quest #the dark brotherhood #windhelm #karliah

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argisthebulwark · 9 months

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Silly little personal hc I have that Brynjolf and tld are just down so horrendously for each other that until they finally, finally, finally confess their feelings they can not even be in the same area as the other. Brynjolf looses all ability to sneak as soon as tld is around. One minute he’s the best they’ve got, the next he is walking into everything and the loud ass sound of everything in the guild falling over and clattering to the floor is echoing throughout because he can not tear his eyes away from them. Likewise, tld is constantly having to be watched as if they are a small child because they can’t stop staring at Brynjolf and they have almost walked into the water 6 times and counting. Everyone thinks this is really fucking cute………………at first. But it doesn’t take long for everyone else in the guild, even the ones who have been there the longest, to want to leave forever. And what really doesn’t help anything is the fact that anytime any other guild member is like “Oh my god just tell them how you feel” both tld AND Bryn are like “No 😔 i can’t 😔 i don’t think they feel the same way 😔😢” These two are very quickly making the guild as a whole rethink the whole “no killing” rule feyufhhdeuuaefgbv

YESS god they'd be so cute but so annoying about it. i gotta put some under a cut because i talked too much as always.

Mercer wants to strangle Brynjolf. He's fairly certain he could get away with it. The rest of his thieves are too busy thinking it's sweet to notice the lack of productivity - his second in command can't even get through a conversation with the new recruit in the room. One moment they're discussing potential jobs and covering new clients, the next Brynjolf's stumbling over his words. Luckily Mercer's hands are swift enough to catch the inkpot before Brynjolf carelessly spilled it over weeks of planning. Fingers flexing over his dagger, Mercer watches the two idiots circle around each other. He wants to instruct Rune to stop ushering them away from the Cistern waters and let them fall in. If they can't tear their eyes away from Brynjolf long enough to walk they deserve a dip in the chilly water. Annoyance taints every interaction but they both seem blissfully unaware of Mercer's biting tone, too busy gazing at one another while he tries to hammer in the importance of their assignment.

Vex will never admit to finding them cute. Nothing good has happened in the Flagon in recent memory so watching the new recruit tiptoe around Brynjolf while he flounders trying to ask a simple question is entertaining. Her laugh comes out as a surprised snort when Brynjolf tries to make a smooth exit, knocking the wind out of his poor lungs when he walks straight into the bar. She's cautious when the recruit comes to her for an assignment, never placing her and Brynjolf in the same Hold. They'd be a disaster. The amusement quickly wears into exasperation. Vex tries to talk them into having a conversation with Brynjolf about their feelings to save them all from bodily harm. She's speechless when their newest member looks up at her with somber eyes, sighing drearily and assuring her that Brynjolf would never return their feelings. Vex bites her tongue, sure that silence is a better answer than sarcasm.

Vekel has worked among the band of thieves for ages and is glad for fresh blood. It's nice to see Brynjolf do something other than work. Feigning exhaustion he slides the recruit's drink to the redhead, insisting that Brynjolf should hand them the drink. A shattered glass and spilled ale is all he gets for his efforts, though it is sweet how the recruit worries over the cut on Brynjolf's hand. After months pass and they're still skirting around one another Vekel's ready to step in. It's clear as day to everyone else but they insist on dancing around it, taking turns moaning in the tavern about their unrequited love. He cannot stand all the pining and yearning over a love that is clearly requited.

Delvin felt something shift in their group when Brynjolf's bragging paid off and a new member bounded into the Flagon. He notices his old friend's hands shaking when he checks the cut on their forehead and listens dutifully to the tale of their journey through the Ratways. Sitting back in his chair he watches them gravitate toward each other, the unwitting way their bodies seem to shift closer. It would be sweet if the recruit hadn't tripped over half a dozen chairs on their way, the clattering sound of furniture still echoing around their tavern. "Just tell them." Delvin pleads for what feels like the thousandth time, head in his hands. He's given up all decorum and is practically begging Brynjolf to admit his feelings and save them all some time. "I can't," Brynjolf answers, the same as ever. "They don't feel the same, it wouldn't be right." "Dear gods," Delvin sighs and ponders contacting the Dark Brotherhood. He's never been too strict on the 'no killing' rule anyway.

Rune quickly finds friendship with Brynjolf's protege. It's fun listening to their stories of life before winding up in Riften and they're intrigued by his mysterious past. They open up to him about the feelings they're harboring for Brynjolf and Rune, the good friend he is, guards it as if the secret's not widely known. He walks protectively between them and the waters of the Cistern, aware that their attention is entirely on the way Brynjolf's back looks in his armor. "He's in love with you." He wants to shake the truth into them. Months of longing glances and sighs heavy with yearning have driven his kind soul to its limits. "Everyone knows. He can hardly speak when you're around." "He'd never feel that way about me." Rune watches them squirm and cannot fathom how such an otherwise intelligent person can be so blind. "We're friends but that's it. I don't want to push him." Brynjolf waves at them, a friendly gesture cut short by the clashing sound of him tripping over a rack of weapons. Rune watches his friend rush over and finds himself wishing to lock them in the broom closet until they confess their feelings.

The whole Guild excluding two lovebirds hatch a plan. They can stomach it no longer. Vex assures the recruit that it'll be an easy job - breaking into an empty house can't be too hard. Delvin sends Brynjolf after some made up artifact stashed away in the unused basement. Mercer makes vague threats about coming back empty handed. Their fellow thieves work best in the shadows, orchestrating a meeting that will hopefully solve all their problems at once.

Poor lovesick Brynjolf makes quick work of entering the unoccupied house. The lock puts up little resistance before he's melting into the shadows, stumbling when a familiar set of eyes meet his. He sees their smile and his heart skips, trying to appear calm as he steps closer. "What are you doing here?" They approach him and Brynjolf's tongue feels too thick, all words vanish from his mind. They stumble, flailing forward and he dives to catch them. Wood flooring smacks his knees when his recruit falls into him, limbs tangled together. Hearts racing they stare at each other, words lost in fear. Neither wanting to be the first to pull away they remain there, breath mingling until they can stand it no longer and kiss him. They kiss Brynjolf for all those lingering moments and unspoken desires, clumsy fingers running along their cheek after months of pining. "Seems we've been set up." Finally he doesn't stumble over his words, amazed at the sight of his protege's flushed cheek leaning into his touch. "Do you have feelings -" "Yes." He can't help but laugh at their eagerness, heart fluttering against his ribs. "Do you?" "'Course I do."

#asks #beloved mutuals #writing #brynjolf #skyrim #brynjolf x ldb

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angel-inked · 2 years

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The one who lived: Chapter four, part 2 "The ghosts of our past"

Happy WIP day!!

I don't have much to say other than enjoy

And that I'm tired.. and sore from falling down some rocks into a muddy creek bed

After me, my sister and our uncle had to chase our two donkeys back in after they got out and visited the neighbors chicken pin for bit

Taglist: @vvkingofgaybisciutsvv @thequeenofthewinter (if you want to be tagged swing by my askbox)

(Brynjolf's pov)

The girls looked at each other, "well.., I'm honestly not sure what I expected but it certainly wasn't that" Raven spoke, breaking the growing silence. Aisha nodded in agreement, actually I'm not totally sure if the nod was to agree with Raven or if she would rather it seem she was following the conversation rather than not. Raven stood and began to pace "why would Mercer come back?" She said under her breath, mostly talking to herself. "However he came back, Nocturnal had something to do with it" I explained, joining Raven in standing. Aisha followed suit. "Nocturnal?" Aisha questioned. "Karliah can explain better than we can, trust me" Raven replied, her arms folded over her chest as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. I gazed back toward the city walls, wondering why and how things have turned out the way they have, that wondering is in vain I'm afraid. I've wondered this a lot in my life, nothing ever came from it then so I can't see why anything would come of it now.

A rustle of leaves and Aisha handing me my satchel, broke me away from my wondering mind. I took my bag, pulling the strap over my head and arm. "Thanks" I mumbled, my thoughts trying to consume me once again. Suddenly, I felt Aisha's fur against my skin as she hugged me tightly. I sighed into my sister's shoulder, as I hugged her back. "We'll head back to the guild" Raven began, "and Brynjolf, if Mercer's ghost is appearing to you, maybe you can bring him out of hiding". "I'll try" I replied, "you know how Mercer is.. or was.. or whatever" I added, turning my head to stare off into the distance. "Ture" Raven agreed, a hand on her chin in a thinking manner.

We returned to the Cistern and were met with a bunch of cheers, Rune came up to hug me. "Are you gonna be alright?" He asked, pulling away to look at me, arms still hung around me loosely. "Eventually" I breathed. Rune turned and pulled me into his side, laying his arm across my shoulders. The blonde Imperial is somewhat taller than me, at six-foot even I'm not exactly short but Rune is seven-inches taller than me.

"Papa!" Sofie ran towards me, arms out stretched. I scoped her into a hug and she hummed contently. "What happened earlier papa?" She asked. "It's... hard to explain" I replied. I let Sofie down, she hugged Raven before running off to play. I gripped the strap of my leather satchel, breathing deeply. "You sure you'll be alright? Seems like if something can happen, it'll happen to you" he remarked, smoothly moving his arms as he talked.

"Rune's got a point ya know" Sapphire exclaimed, the Nord woman walked over and stopped at my side. Rune, Sapphire and myself are quite the team. Sapph doesn't act like she cares what me and Rune stir up but she's not as cold as she acts. after hearing Rune's story, I started dragging him along on jobs with myself and Sapphire. Amongst the guild, there are some thieves that are never far from each other. Delvin and Vex are usually seen near each other, despite their bickering. If me, Sapphire or Rune are headed out for work the other two usually follow along weather we're needed or not, if we're not busy otherwise. Karliah is usually following Raven around, discussing business matters and such. Other than Vekel, Tonilia would usually be more of a loner but I've seen her hanging around Aisha and Annabelle. That is when Aisha isn't following me around and Anna isn't helping Raven and Karliah.

Raven started toward the door to the sleeping quarters, once at said door, she turned around and folded her arms over her chest. Waiting for us, Aisha looked at me and nodded. I followed the lasses to the guildmaster's office. "Alright Brynjolf, see if you can get this coward to show himself" Raven explained. "Coward?" I asked, raising a brow. "If Mercer's going to appear to you exclusively to bully you and won't face me or anyone else in the guild, then he's a coward. Plain and simple" Raven replied. "Fair enough" I said. "Mercer?" I asked quietly. "Even if you don't show yourself, just know you're in deep shit" I added.

Suddenly, a ball of blackness appeared in the corner that I was staring into. The void didn't say bell-shaped for long, it busted open "Nocturnal.." I murmured.

#wip wip wip #another wip from ''the one who lived''#this story is wild #wip wednesday #fluff #brynjolf x oc #hope you enjoy

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