Multifandom one-shots (Requests are open)

The Death Glare (Brynjolf x F!Reader)

A/N This is my first oneshot and x reader so , please, be nice. And the art does not belong to me. ^.^

The smell of death filled your nose as ventured deeper into the dwarven ruins of Irkngthand to find Mercer Frey. That bloody bastard you thought when you recalled the memory of meeting Mercer for the first time.

Brynjolf lead you into the centre of the cistern and there a blonde headed man stood, eyeing you and the red headed man in front. Brynjolf briefly introduced you to Mercer and, guess what he did in return? He gave you a supposedly "hard" job that none of the other members could do, like the audacity of this man (attitude gurl!.....ok I'll stop)! You never really liked Mercer anyway or the other members of the guild that showed you attitude but Brynjolf... Was an entirely different story. Despite being second in command, he treated you as equal. The way he talked to you , the way he smiles at you, the way he looks in your eyes... You couldn't hide it anymore, you'd fallen head over heels for him....If heels were a thing back then...

You were brought back to Skyrim by Karliah calling your name for Nocturnal knows how many times.
"(Y/N)?" She called rather close to your ear as you jumped slightly and turned around (little did you know Brynjolf silently chuckled at this but told himself to stop).
"Yeah, who?" You answered or more like asked as you positioned your head towards Karliah who just grinned,
"you were thinking of him weren't you?"
Despite knowing her for a short time, she knew you inside out and vise versa. You raised an eyebrow at this and gave her a questioning look. you never told her that... But yet again, she can tell if something was up.
"How'd you know?" Asked quietly slightly leaning in to Karliah's right ear. She just chuckled.
"You were staring at his ass..." she admitted quietly and somewhat innocently (poor Karliah). You grabbed her by both of her shoulders and turned her towards you.
"I.Was.Not." You sibilantly whispered as Karliah just gave a nod and carried on walking with you knowing she can't keep that dangerous lie for long without you admitting.
You , Karliah and Brynjolf soon came to a halt in front of a door and you could all hear the faint patter of footsteps and jewels and coins making sharp ringing noises.
"He's in there." Brynjolf says quietly.
"Which means that the snow elf statue and eyes of the Falmer are in there too..." You added while glancing at Brynjolf.
You all decided that Brynjolf will guard the door from the inside and Karliah and you will go ahead and confront Mercer. You all decided to head in but you was stopped by Brynjolf grabbing your wrist,
"Lass, just be careful in there..."
And with that he pressed his lips onto yours for a short amount of time, but it was sweet and full of passion. Immediately, you kissed back while your hands entangled in his red hair. Soon, you needed oxygen so you broke the kiss but you kept your faces close and his hand around your waist.
"Go give him that death glare of yours..." He whispered in your ear, but you didn't go just yet, you want to enjoy the, possibly, final moments with him....
"so you were staring at my ass?" He asked amused.
"I was not." Your muffled voice came as you buried your head into Brynjolf's chest. This man sometimes...

ok so this kinda took me a while to write but I hope you enjoyed it...