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Brynjolf x reader. Those unseen

A shadow flickered in the corner, easily noticed by keen eyes- of those who knew the shadows well. A grin crept onto his lips and he stopped in his tracks, analysing the flow of your movements that not even his ear could pick up on.

"I know you're there, lass." He stayed, waiting for you to walk up behind him. Perhaps a moment before he expected it, your arms snaked around his body.

"Whoever said I didn't want to be found?" You hummed. He chuckled to himself, standing his ground to not fall the same tricks as always. "Why so tense?" You pressed your face to his neck, and he stood with an amused expression.

"I know what you're trying to do." His voice was very matter of fact, his accent reigning but a playful ring to it. You walked around him, lingering your touch on him and teasing him with a small kiss on his cheek.

You walked to a barrel and leant against it, your arms behind your back as you held yourself up. A knee kicked in and a sly grin on your face, he watched you as though he couldn't take his eyes off you, admiring every curve of your body. "So thrilled to see me."

He stood still, watching you like a hawk. "You never announce yourself, yet I always seem to know you're coming."

You chuckled at his words, and he rolled his eyes at your immaturity. "Don't you want to know why I'm here?" You asked.

He kept his eyes on you, but lowered his head in a slight nod. "Yes, But I don't see why you don't just join the guild, lass."

You rolled your eyes, lifting yourself up onto the barrel and sitting on it cross legged, propping your head up with your arm. "You know my reasons. The work I do can not be tied to the guild in any way, and you would probably kick me out within a week for it." He had heard your answer hundreds of times now, yet he still thought you were overthinking it. Perhaps he didn't know the full extent of what you did, and perhaps he would fight for you to stay in the guild regardless."You however have more pressing issues to worry about. I just got back from Morrowind, and the Commona To-"

"Why don't you tell me all this over a drink at the flagon, lass?" He interrupted you, and your response was a blank stare at him. He was playing a game with you, you already knew that.

"I should not be seen by your colleges-" you tried to counter him.

"You need not worry about them, Delvin is passed out cold and the others are all wandering Skyrim looking for a quick buck in someone's pocket. It's dead quiet in there."

You hesitated for a moment, watching him intently and his body language for any clues. You knew him well, but his boldness make you uneasy. "I don't see why it is necessary."

He waved you off, turning on his feet to walk out of the room, almost forcing you to follow him. "A light drink will do you no harm, lass."

Hesitant, you got off the barrel and followed him in the shadows to his destination. He walked up to the bar, grabbing a few drinks and setting them on a table. You slowly walked up to the table, taking a seat as you surveyed your surrounds. He didn't lie, the place was pretty much empty other than the bartender. It kept you at ease.

He slid a mug towards you, and you carefully grabbed it and stared at it for a moment, inspecting it.

"It's not poison." He commented, taking a large sip of his own ale.

"I'm a lightweight." You spoke in a low grumble.

"You're joking. You strike me the type to fight a bull after 7 drinks." He seemed pretty shocked, and you awkwardly sipped your ale, slightly cringing at the taste.

"It impedes on my work, and I never know who is going to spike my drink next." You spoke, staring him down. "Though the thieves guild here doesn't do much real work, so I'm not surprised that you sit around and drink instead of getting out there."

He laughed at your remark, pulling his chair in further to speak to you.

"Perhaps you should learn a thing or two from us, enjoy yourself from time to time and relax." He hummed in a smug tone, yet he didn't get much response from you as he hoped. Perhaps he expected that, he found it difficult to crack through to you after all the years you had known each other.

Typically by the time he slept with someone, he could crack through them, get for some reason he couldn't tell, perhaps by your own willpower, his attempts didn't even appear as dents in your composure.

"There's no point in that, Brynjolf." You replied to him, and he sighed at the failure of his attempt. "That isn't who I am, I do not feel the need for it. My line of work calls for people you can't crack, so I don't see why you bother."

"Do you tell that to all the men you sleep with?" He asked, still refusing to admit defeat. He craved it and chased it, even for just a glimpse of who you were.

"If you think you classify as more than one person, then yes. I suppose I have told that to all the men I sleep with." You were sure that indirectly telling him that would give an unneeded boost to his cockiness, but you supposed you didn't care.

He instantly picked up on your meaning, and for a second you swore he grinned at the thought of it. You had a grip on his man, he wanted more of you. However, you decided that you didn't want to wait for him to respond, so you took the chance to get yourself back on track.

"The Commona Tong is planning a strike on the thieves guild operatives in Morrowind. They've been gathering information and getting close with members over the last few months, their first strike will be in Blacklight." You started, watching his facial expression abruptly change. "As soon as that planned attack on the guild heads in Blacklight take place, the rest of the hits will promptly be taken out all the way into Vvardenfell."

"Nocturnal save us..." Byrnjolf commented beneath his breath, clearly shaken by the news.

"I was trusted to deliver a letter to the guild leader of the Commona Tong detailing the plans and preparations. I forged a copy of this letter, but I'm cut off from the thieves guild in Morrowind as I'm being watched. You will need to see that this gets into the hands of the operation in Cyrodiil, and Mercer can not at any point have the letter. If not, the guild will be weakened and you'll be in danger in Skyrim."

You passed a letter from your pocket to him, waiting for him to catch up with his thoughts.

"Straight to business I see. I don't understand your distrust of Mercer but I will trust you on this. You have shown to be far more trustworthy than him. Thank you for getting this to me, I assume you weren't able to get into Cyrodiil?"

You nodded. "I can sneak through the Velothi mountains, but not into Cyrodiil."

He sighed, placing the letter into his armour after he was finished reading it. "And I assume you're going to depart for Morrowind when I'm not watching, again."

"Does the idea upset you?" You stared at him, expression flat and unchanging as he watched you, laid back in his seat.

"Perhaps I cant convince you, but I can delay you."

A cocky answer, you thought. You chuckled to yourself, finally sitting back in your chair, kicking one leg over the other as your arm went behind your chair. Finally relaxing a bit, you took another sip of your drink.

"You're what I came here for, Brynjolf. Don't treat it as a matter of effort." You teased him, lifting up your arm and showing him his belt, before flinging it into the pond behind you.

A smirk grew on his face, happy with the return of your confidence. "I hope you don't stop there." He remarked.

Perhaps he didn't know what was in store this time, the things you would make him feel. He found it exciting, intoxicating even- the unknown driving him further to the edge with you.

And he was certainly going to make it a long night.

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A/n: I kinda forgot I existed for a bit, have this. Will try and do the tyrellius one shot soon, gonna keep my word and go through with it so don't think I forgot you 🔫