Skyrim One-Shots

Brynjolf x Reader(Female) ~Captured~

Brynjolf waited for three days before he dropped everything and ran to find you.

He knew you, the Guildmaster, were working for the Stormcloaks. You, being the Dragonborn, were involved in almost everything in Skyrim, so it wasn't a surprise that you had joined a side of the war as an undercover agent. You probably hadn't really shed light on the fact you were involved with the Thieves Guild being the Nords were sticklers for law-abiding people. 

If you were ever gone for more than three days without telling him you would be, something went wrong. If there wasn't a letter (there wasn't) then you had gotten caught and you were either dead or captured. He had gotten restless after the hour you were gone, and that was normal, but he was losing it just standing around.

He couldn't take it. He had to have you in his sight- he couldn't... he couldn't let you go. For his own sake. Had he come to terms with it? His feelings? No. You wouldn't reciprocate, surely. Surely, you saw him as a friend and a friend only. Fuck him for thinking of you in a different light. Fuck him for thinking he had a chance with you. Brynjolf knew he didn't. Brynjolf knew you would have no interest.

So what if he was in love with the Guildmaster?

It didn't matter. He had tried and failed to get you into his bed, to get into your bed, and to flirt with you. He had tried it just before Mercer tried to kill you, and you had said no.

It had been months since then, and he couldn't bring himself to dare to try anything again. No, the risks were too great for him. He couldn't.

Either way, he handed off management to Delvin and Vex and Tonilia, who should be able to deal with everything alright for a few days. After that, though, there was no telling. He had to find you quickly.

And granted, he did. It took him half-a-day to figure out you were being held in the Falkreath fort, and with a little luck, some potions, and a bit of finessing, Brynjolf could get you out in no time. Had he knocked out an Imperial courier to get some information (an entire map of the fort- score!) and then subsequently killed him? Possibly. The dude was a twat anyway.

With a scowl, Brynjolf watched the patrols change, just waiting for the night to set so he could slip in, find you, release you, and then get you out. Gods, he hoped he was quick enough. Surely, you couldn't have been too hurt, right? It had only been a few days. Less than a week.

So distracted by watching the guards, Brynjolf didn't keep his ears sharp, and the next thing he knew, there was a knife at his throat, the arm holding it wrapping around his hood.

He froze.

"You're going to tell me why the hell you're here," came the familiar dark, threating voice, "or I'm going to cut you into pieces."

No- no, it couldn't be... It couldn't be...

Brynjolf had a cold metal knife to his throat. Being he didn't fancy dying tonight, he had to tell the truth. Who the fuck was this person?

"I'm breaking out a friend," he answered sharply.

There was a quiet, lingering chuckle that sent every hair on his body on edge. "A name of this friend would be..."

"____."

"____ Ice-Veins, what a coincidence. Who do you work for, kid?" the attacker questioned roughly, the blade pressing harder into his neck and drawing blood.

"Thieves Guild," Brynjolf blurted. It was him. It was definitely him. "She's my back-up."

"Back-up? You have back-ups now?" he tsked. Brynjolf was ram-rod straight- he had to make sure Mercer didn't recognize him, otherwise, he was fucked. "Some thief if she gets caught by the dumbest dogs on the whole of Tamriel. She works for the Windhelm Jarl, too? Oh, this is interesting."

"She works for the Stormcloaks?" he feigned surprise. Give Mercer the hint of power over you and he underestimated the shit out of you. Brynjolf had to let him get the upper hand, no way in Oblivion could he beat Mercer in a sword fight if things went sour and the traitor found out that Brynjolf was indeed Brynjolf. You could and had. A great thing you didn't use your real name throughout the first 6 months of your membership and never showed your face.

"You really don't know anything, do you?" Mercer snarked. "Here, how about I get her because you'd obviously get yourself killed and in doing so may start talking to save your miserable ass, and you wait here all helpful, boy. You deal with her once I'm done. Bring her to the Jarl and fetch my money."

"Okay?"

And Mercer literally disappeared from sight, taking his wicked dagger with him. Brynjolf swallowed. He couldn't believe Mercer didn't notice. 

You were right. If you only pretended you weren't a threat, Mercer wouldn't take you as one. He was a shallow, greedy man who cared for no one other than himself, and in being so, didn't care to take in small things from people who didn't seem to give him any threat. Brynjolf threatened Mercer in just being second, and Mercer had been just the worst person to work with since Gallus had been murdered because of it.

Sighing, Brynjolf moved to sit, his back hitting a tree as he did so. He didn't know if he was lucky or just doomed meeting Mercer like this. 

Wait, wait, wait-

If he was going to have to get Mercer's money too, Brynjolf would have to meet him again. Or, rather, Mercer was going to follow him like a damn wolf. 

Nocturnal spare him, Brynjolf was fucked.

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