Skyrim One-Shots

Mercer and Brynjolf x Reader ~Rejections(3)~

Dead middle of the day- I was working through the usual, handing out jobs, cashing out coin, and making sure things were getting done, the works, and the trapdoor entrance from the graveyard slams open.

Now, I'm telling you, Guildmaster, I was expecting you to come storming in or one of the lackeys, terrified that they had just gotten caught or had guards hot on their heels. After all, some of the newest members were mere teens who needed to get extra money, though you were nice enough to roll your eyes, throw money at them, and tell them to repay it in 7 years at most otherwise they would have to come back and work up the coin to repay their debts.

Really, it was generous. It was more than generous. Some of those dammed younglings, however, still needed more, so they trained whenever they could and I give them the easy jobs. They were the new blood, the temporaries. Now, being you've gotten in a whole new generation of thieves recruited on only a year, the teens weren't needed. But, they needed to care for their siblings or parents, and you needed to get rid of the stupidly easy tasks.

It worked. Those teens knew they had family here, and they knew it well. See, I know how you work, Guildmaster. You're tough and serious and a master of what you do, but you've got a soft spot for them. You're the parent they can always turn to, and I think pretty much anyone can lean on you when they need. Somehow, someone so good could end up working in such a seemingly bad place.

The guild wasn't bad anymore. You had changed it. You had completely kicked Mercer's memory out and declared if he wanted to come back, he'd get his ass beaten, but otherwise, he didn't deserve any time of thought. You had never known Gallus, I did, but you described him perfectly. You had said you didn't think he'd care much for revenge, because after all, Mercer was like the kid he'd never had. Sure, his betrayal hurt, but you had thought Gallus would rather his bones be put to rest rather than thrown about.

You were like Gallus in some ways. Though, his weakest aspects, the ones Mercer exploited, you did not have. Truthfully, I think you could kick even me out if it came down to it. I don't know how you do it, I really don't, but you can get so connected to people and still be able to kick them out of your life. 

Take Mercer for example. You didn't like him much, but you respected him as a thief. Mercer had taught me just as much as Gallus, but we had a tendency to argue. I would have never been able to comprehend him killing Gallus, even with the evidence, unless you had done what you did. I don't want to talk about it, and you know why. That day sucked arse, I drank off my shoes and you were there the whole way, no matter what.

I've never said a proper thank you, Guildmaster, and I previously had been trying to prep myself from getting rejected horribly again to thank you, but now...

Now, my attention was completely on the entrance to the Cistern. I think I may have cracked my neck when I whipped around, truthfully, but I was not expecting to see who I did see.

Mercer had landed with that ease of a cat, not so much as a hint of sound, even though he had dropped from nearly 10 feet. I've seen you do that before, in that exact way Mercer did. You learned it from him, didn't you?

No shame in that, I suppose.

But either way, it was a very good thing it was only me in the Cistern. Mercer had a very new look- for once, he was without stubble, his hair was much darker, and he was tanner than the last time I saw him. He wasn't wearing his guild armor but normal clothing, as in, a normal citizen, and he had a large bag easily thrown around his shoulder. He was completely different.

His entire demeanor was so skewed I could barely believe what I was seeing. He was relaxed- relaxed! Mercer, of all people, relaxed! The bastard even seemed to be less serious, though he sure as Oblivion still had that glare.

I watched as you, just returning from the client meeting you had attended, also jumped down the ladder and completely bypassed it, landing onto Mercer and pinning him straight to the ground, his items going flying.

Truly, I was sure I was dreaming. I had to be.

There was no way...

"You have the eyes?" came the sharp question from your mouth, your elbow clenching his neck in a deadly chokehold and Mercer completely trapped by it.

"Yeah," he had wheezed out.

You had loosened the chokehold the slightest bit and was able to grab the bag he had and look inside it. A snort left your mouth.

"Give me the fucking journals and it's a fair trade," Mercer nearly pleaded, his voice wheezing and low from low oxygen. He didn't beg, but he certainly knew he wasn't the one in power.

I... I've never seen Mercer ask for something, and you had just basically gotten him on his knees. What were these journals he wanted?

"Oh, come on," you drawled, one of those sly grins moving your lips, "I need some catch-up time, Mercer! You've been enjoying some warm weather, have you?"

"I got blasted by dwemer machines," Mercer explained rather pathetically. Really, Guildmaster, how were you pulling this? And I can hardly believe Mercer would ever sound so weak as he just did, but apparently, his year and a half of reflection had knocked some sense into him.

"Got a lovely tan," you snickered. By the gods, I could swear it was like you were playing with him. "Those will get you two journals."

"There's what, fucking 12?" he barked, though his struggle quickly quit when you cut off all his air and he returned to just bearing your hold.

"Aye, about that," you hummed. "You ready to hear the coin you need to get?"

Mercer visible seemed to give up. I was glad to know I wasn't the only one who had just completely stopped trying to resist you, now, and as shitty as it felt relating to Mercer, I could. He was still an utter bastard, and I never would forgive him, but you were delivering some right punishment.

"100,000 septims. Now get out of my guild, Mercer Frey, and don't come back until you have that coin."

As soon as you had released Mercer, he had scrambled, literally scrambled, to get out. 

I haven't seen him since, and we haven't talked about what the actual fuck that was since it happened, two weeks ago, Guildmaster, but I'm considering asking.

The very night of that day when I saw Mercer, you had disappeared into your home rather early and had entered the next morning suspiciously late.

You fucked him while he was in town, didn't you?

By the gods, I didn't know I could hate Mercer more.

How had he done it?

Or had you?

More importantly, how could I do that?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This was from Brynjolf's POV.

Not quite Mercer, but i think it's pretty good. Normally, I hate first person, but i was really feeling it today.

No more chapters today.

Part 4?

Requests? 

-WARNING: huge, huge, huge delay on those! sorry :0-

im so tempted to just write a random fic where one of the characters breaks the fourth wall and do it so it's not cringy and it can actually terrify y'all, but that's super hard to do. yall want it?

if so, with who? i was thinking Mercer, but like, bryn could so work it, or even ondolemar or ancano. the baddies could work it like butter, is all im sayin.

Ugh, its such a overused, badly-executed cliche, but it's so freaking tempting.

Yay? Nay?

Oh, whatever.

Last day of school tomorrow, peeps. I have a skit, presentation, and then a movie to watch. the other periods idek.

dani out,

Adieu!