Skyrim One-Shots

Mercer and Brynjolf x Reader(Female) ~Rejections(5)~

The two pestered you all damn night.

They ate nearly all of your food, fucked up one of your new made torch holders (Brynjolf had literally run into it with his shoulder- knocked the thing right off the wall) and Mercer then proceeded to lecture you on how you should've had those nailed on as securely as possible. He also insisted it would be a shame to see your house get burned to a crisp and then set himself off to fix every single other one in the house. You would never admit it but his care of the matter made you glad you had spared him. 

Along with the fact he just did it- no pay, nothing.

Brynjolf had apologized briefly, but Mercer had once more muttered that it wasn't installed correctly either way, so he had nothing to apologize for. You glared at them both and attempted to get back to your work, which was going by much slower with their constant distractions. Were you truly annoyed at them? You couldn't tell yourself.

While Mercer 'fixed' everything, Brynjolf decided to linger over you and chat like he hadn't talked to anyone for centuries. Seriously, you were about ready to knee him in his family jewels when Mercer had yelled at him to, and you quote, "Shut the fuck up, dumbass."

Brynjolf resorted to sitting beside you and merely watching, following orders like a good little boy. Being throughout this whole ordeal, you had been nursing some ale, you found yourself staring off, contemplating wheater or not you should pat his head and tell him to go fetch you another ale.

Your more sober side quickly doused that flame of thought before you actually did it. Other times, you wondered if you should go upstairs to check on Mercer, but figured he couldn't be doing much harm. Wasn't like you really cared, either way. He was on thin ice, too. He wouldn't mess up your house, his former residence, though he barely ever did anything with it when it was in his hands.

Blowing out a breath, you rubbed your eyes and ran a hand through your hair, knowing full well you were about ready to pass out. You didn't feel like letting that happen with two mischevious master thieves both in your house and pining for your affection.

You never knew if you'd ever get to tell either of them, but you wouldn't choose one. It was both or none, and that was final in your books. You enjoyed both of their company, and you didn't want to break any bonds.

"I'm going to bed," you announced, securing the lid on your small glass jar of ink and standing from your chair. Brynjolf, who had been in his own head, shook his head abruptly and stood as well.

"I can carry you," he offered. You gave him a dry look.

"And why would I take that offer? I have legs," you questioned.

He blinked. "Because you look like you'd trip and faceplant on the stairs."

You swallowed.

That had indeed happened before.

"Fine," you started dryly. "Sweep me off my feet, will you."

Grinning, the redhead moved to pick you up in his arms. At the closeness of it, your face flushed- you really were drunk. He smelt nice though. Your head rested against his chest, his arms around your back and under your knees as he took you up the stairs with minimal effort. 

He had some strength there, you'd give him that, but no more. You were the Guildmaster. 

When he had gotten to the second floor, Mercer was just finishing up, putting things away and glancing to look at you, nearly sleeping, and Brynjolf, glancing at you.

"She passed out," Mercer chuckled.

"I don't blame her," Brynjolf smiled in response. "We were kind of unrelenting, don't you think?"

"Well, she did get a kick out of it," Mercer mused. 

Brynjolf snorted. "I guess. I can't believe she didn't kick us out."

You huffed quietly, your hand coming to lightly slap Brynjolf's arm from not exactly being the most patient on the block. You were tired enough to know you wanted to sleep, and now, but awake enough to keep yourself going until you reached your bed.

"Oh, you've angered her, Brynjolf," Mercer gave him a sharp look, for once not serious. "I'd watch out."

"Might get bitten," the redhead snickered, moving to take you to your room and set you onto your bed, directly in the middle of it. In moments, you slipped yourself under the neatly made blankets and nuzzle into the pillows. Mercer walked in, leaning against the door frame as he usually did.

"Lay down with me, you idiots," you grumbled quietly.

There was a shared look of surprise between both of the thieves, but they both did eventually join you, their boots kicked off at the base of the bed as they laid on top of the blankets.

"Under," you mumbled.

"Under?" Mercer questioned teasingly. "I thought you didn't want us even near you, huh?"

Brynjolf tugged his cuirass off easily and discarded on the floor before moving the quilts, nestling in beside you. Mercer rolled his eyes and choose to keep his armor on, though did the same otherwise.

You turned to Brynjolf, and gods be damned, you tucked your head to his chest and fell asleep, just like that. He gave a wide-eyed look to Mercer, and the man just shrugged.

"She falls asleep fast," Mercer stated. "It's a thing."

"Apparently," Brynjolf chuckled. "You think this will ever happen again?"

"Oh, sure. If you haven't noticed, she's a ride hard or die hard person, so it's either both or none in this situation. I caught her crying, and that's the only reason I got first pick that night," Mercer answered.

"So it's both of us or neither?" Brynjolf questioned.

"Yup."

"Well, well, well, Mercer. I'm glad you are not as much as a dick as you were before."

"This little shit," Mercer flicked the back of your head, but you were completely knocked out, "is the reason."

"I'll have you know, she is the reason for many good things," Brynjolf added.

"'Course she is."

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wooof ive been reading a werewolf story and im like cryin

its good

part 6? 

requests?

ugh, im so generally ok right now it's awful. like, i'm just bland.

ever get that? like, you're not bored, but you're just breathing, and you're like, what.

oh, whatever.

dani out

adieu!