Skyrim One-Shots

Brynjolf x Reader(Female) ~Come To Terms~

You walked as you normally would in the Cistern, eyes focused on some papers in your hand as your feet padded silently against the stone. Your heel hit the ground first, then the arch of your foot, the ball, and then the toes before your boot lifted off the ground again. It was that type of footing, that specific way of walking that you had so casually and so effortlessly that had first confused Brynjolf. You remembered it fondly- you being a mere low-blood of the ranks and blending in so well even Vekel forgot you were a member some days.

Ah, a thief who can hide from other thieves, even the experienced and masters. You were proud to be one. 

Brynjolf's accented voice filled the underground room, getting louder as you got closer to him. He was showing one of the new recruits around, and frankly, you were giddy to see another elf join. They happened to be some of the most persuading people, and even though the Nords Skyrim didn't offer them any favors, Nords could be... convinced of things easily. Sure, they were hard-headed and as stubborn as an angry mare, but if you knew the right things to push, the right things to say, they would be on your side. 

Loyal people to a fault sometimes. 

Whistling quietly as you neared passing your second, noticing the new girl go bouncing off to the ladder for a job Bryn had given her, your foot kicked out as you passed by and you nailed him in the arse. He flinched before groaning loudly, leaning over on the food table and covering his head in his hands. A cheeky smile grew on your face while you continued making your way to your desk.

"Lass, one of these days, you're going to miss," he challenged, eyes narrowing. To anyone else, it would seem odd for the ginger to be so sharp, but it was all in playful sexual tension as just about anything was between you two. You didn't even glance back as you plopped down behind your desk and set your papers down, getting out ink and a quill from the top left drawer.

You popped open the lid of the ink. "I think you just like being bent over a table, Brynjolf," you stated simply, smiling like the saber you are. "Isn't that right?"

"That was you last Middas," he shot back. "You think you can ruffle my feathers so easily after a year of your tricks, Guildmaster?"

"Your trousers suggest I can and have and we both know I will continue to do so," you hummed, setting the ink down and grabbing a piece of unused parchment.

He scowled. "Until we die?"

"Until we die," you agreed.

"Then you better get rings crafted," he grumbled. 

You blinked. "You're asking me to cage you? Willingly? Excuse me, but where is Brynjolf? Is he home?"

He let out a laugh. "Lass, I don't think either of us are going anywhere or finding anyone else for a long time. Don't you think it's about time?"

"Uhm, I'm not-" you swallowed, glancing around your desk rather frantically. "I, uh..."

"What, lost for words, Guildmaster?" he almost purred. 

"Quiet!" you reacted instantly, face reddening as Brynjolf walked over, a smirk on his face. Damn him for making you stutter and flail like this. Your heart seemed to swoon as he got close enough to wrap his hands around the back of your chair and lean over it. 

His voice whispered next to your ear, and it made your spine shiver. "I'm not about to die a bachelor, ____."

"I'm not marriage material!" you excused, scrambling for words.

"Look a mirror. Listen to yourself. You're marriage worthy, alright, and the good kind. Not one of those wives that just stays at home, that does what they are told when they are told. No," his low, rasping chuckle did things to you, "you're not like that at all. You've killed men like me in cold blood for even looking at you the wrong way. You're dangerous. You're lethal. And that's what I like."

"Stop it, you twit! You know exactly what you're doing," you yelped, face burning as you pushed him away, standing up while a grin held on his face. His eyes gleamed with playfulness, though you knew as flirty as he could be, he didn't say things without meaning them. He took the steps between you both and rest his arms on your shoulders, leaning down to enthrall your lips into a sweet and passionate kiss that could break any argument, cure any emotional pain, and rebuild you.

He held so much power over you, and you held so much power over him. This wasn't love, both of you knew it, but it was like it. It wasn't soft or burning, it wasn't breath-taking, nor was it nerve-racking. It was two people enjoying each other, and that was enough. He didn't have to be by your side all day. You didn't have to by his side all day. Actually, both of you needed your space. Some days the only interaction would be a grin and a wave, or a quiet good morning and that was enough. 

You didn't need him and he didn't need you, but life seemed better when you both had each other. Life seemed easier, less troubling. Knowing you had someone who could give you breath when you refused to swim up above the water was refreshing. You both held so much respect for each other that even Delvin didn't poke fun about it. 

Two people enjoying each other's company.

That was what you two were.

And nothing more, nothing less.

The rings were more of a claim so you both could save the suitors crawling at your feet from an early grave.

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gah

I dont know what it is but i just cant get myself to type anymore

ugggggghhhh

life stop being mean

im still sorry on this delay on requests. like, i feel so bad, but I don't want to give you guys utter crap. that's what is coming out of my fingers right now and I AM UPSET.

cue angry growl

dani out

Adieu!