Skyrim One-Shots

Brynjolf x Reader ~Stolen Sheets~

"Bryn!" you groaned out in the empty Cistern (Mercer was there, but Mercer didn't give a shit), pinching your brow as you clenched your eyes shut. "I swear to Nocturnal I'll gut you if you don't give me my sheets and pillows back!"

There was a faint bark of an old thief's laugh in the Ragged Flagon as you screamed in frustration, running a hand through your hair. Mere seconds later, you were in the bar, scowling as you sat on a bar stool, Vekel putting an ale in front of you without hesitation and popping it open.

Vex came up to you with a sleazy simper, the chatter of the guild behind her. "He sure does enjoy hiding under your sheets, doesn't he?" she taunted.

You looked at her and glared, irritated that you couldn't sleep even after you'd just gotten back from Windhelm for a heist.

"That strumpet can hope all he wants, not giving him my fine ass until I see something deserving of it." you grumble, taking a swig of the ale.

She chuckled, leaning against the bar. "He should be back in a bit."

You raised a skeptical brow, "Vex, you know somethin' I don't?"

The woman only shrugged smugly, standing straight before heading back to the chair she'd been occupying near Delvin and Cynric. A mutter of creative curses left your mouth as you glared viciously at the wall.

After brooding for nearly an hour all by yourself, only conversing quietly with the bartender, you'd almost two drinks and called it a night, tossing a bag of coins on the bar with a fatigued exhalation. You swigged the last of your second bottle of ale.

A loud opening of a door made your head snap to the Cistern entrance, eyes widening as you choked on your drink.

"Brynjolf." Vekel narrowed his eyes while you tried to breathe, "I thought I told you that you need some sort of shirt on before you come here."

There was a chuckle from the red-head, who currently wore nothing but trousers, his cuirass in hand and red streaks of blood on his side, his hand holding a stained cloth.

That idiot.

"Yeah, sorry, I was getting at a group of bandit's that had tried to get away with stealing a shipment. Got sliced good on the side," he explained.

Tonila, the armor supplier, sighed and gave the second-in-command a stern look. "I have an extra, I suppose, while I fix that one up. Don't get blood on the tables, Brynjolf."

He tossed the chest armor, and the woman caught it.

You finally had regained your breathing and had it calmed, so you simply glowered at the man.

Totally not staring at his abs, or well-proportioned shoulders and arms with- no.

You refused to let your face warm. You were not going to blush, absolutely not.

"Oh, uh, lass?" he questioned sheepishly, and you scowled. 

"What?" you muttered, locking with his soul-piercing emerald eyes that sent goosebumps down your spine.

"I'll give you back your sheets if you help me out. Even some-"

"I don't want your coin." you state, standing and starting to walk towards the Cistern. He followed, the wolf-whistles of Delvin and Vex echoing behind you.

You walked to the training room, swiping a roll of bandage cloth from a chest. You turned to the man, face indifferent.

A quiet murmur of profanity under his breath, he dropped the blood-stained rag on the ground. It wasn't deep enough for stitches, but it'd leave a scar. 

"I cleaned it off when I got here," he assured. A curt nod was your only reply.

You got close enough to start to unroll the cloth around his body only moments later, fingers sure and firm as you did so.

"You could've done this yourself, you know." was your soft mumble, breaking the silence.

Brynjolf's face erupted in a smug grin, "I could have, but then it wouldn't be much fun, would it?"

You shake your head, tying off the cloth and ripping it. "Nice try."

"Your face is red, lass." he noted, accent sending your heart pumping.

"It's warm in here." you answered, putting away the cloth. You could feel him behind you, and your face grew the slightest bit redder when you stood and felt the back of his chest against your armor.

"Is it?" he murmured, breath hitting your neck. 

"Brynjolf?" you question. He stiffened.

"Should I- uh, did I go too-"

"No, you're starting at the wrong base, idiot. My relationships don't only consist of just having sex, you do know that right?" you tease with a smile.

He relaxed once more, though he looked confused. "Does that mean you're sleeping in my bed tonight or-"

"Fine. You're putting on a shirt first, and then you're buying me dinner." you informed. The red-head smirked.

"You've got this planned, lass."

"Uh-huh. I've been dreaming about it." you respond sarcastically, beginning to head back to the Cistern, the man following.

"Oooh, have you now?" he urged mockingly.

You rolled your eyes, "Shush, go put a shirt on, you flirt."

"As you wish, lass." 

"Suck up."

"I will gladly be one when it comes to you, ____."

"You're going to be demoted."

"Nah, my position is solid."

"Sure, sure, until you wake the guild up with your screams."

"...forward," he mumbled.

"You can still back out." you assured mockingly as he threw a short black tunic on, taking a few steps forward so you were comfortably behind him.

He snorted, "Never."

"Do I get my sheets back, though?"

"Nope." Brynjolf stated.

"Fuck, I liked my pillow." you whine.

"And I am a better one. Come along, lass."

He placed a light hand on your lower back, and you rolled your eyes, but didn't object.

'''''''

Short, I admit, but cute.

Any requests?

Like, seriously, shoot. I take 'em gladly.

I only get ideas for Ulfric one-shots and I've been trying to make sure I don't go overboard, so I've just kept it to one Ully shot.

Sorry, Ulfric, you're a bitch sometimes.

Ooooh, any female characters or elves on demand?

Lol, anyway, have a good day or sleep well.

Dani out,

Adieu! 

(post note, my leg started to cramp while I was writing this and it hurts. rip author)