𝕊𝕜𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕞 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 𝟚!

Brynjolf x Reader

Requested by~ MysticalJedi

⚠️MENTIONS CUTTING, SUPER DEPRESSING⚠️
*hands all of you tissues*
❤️IF ANY OF YOU CUT, please... REMEMBER I CARE ABOUT YOU❤️

I shivered on the cold mountain, my knees weak. I didn't have a jacket or something to cover up from the cold... I was recently casted out of my family. They found out I was a thief and was stealing their belongings to make money off of, so they left me to die. I was currently climbing a mountain, the chill letting itself well known. Once I made it to the top, the cold was worse. It was like a pounding sensation... like a glacier breaking and cracking.
"This... is for all the money I made that turned into a lie," I took out my dagger, dragging the metal across my cold skin. My skin color was lighter from the chill. Fresh blood seeped onto the white snow, staining it.
"This is for meeting Brynjolf in the first place," another cut to the skin.
I sighed.
"This is for falling in love with that dirty dunce in the first place!" I stabbed the dagger too far into my arm, gasping. I didn't mean to cut that deep. I couldn't go back home now, I am too far out. Riften is too far away.. well, closer than my home.
"I..I have no other choice, don't I?" I peered off the edge of the mountain, looking down. I shivered at the cold chill.
'Jump...jump...jump....' the wind seemed to chant. I squinted as tears flowed down my face. Fresh blood trickled down my arm. If I jump, I can make it look like an accident... if I stabbed myself, I can make it look like a bandit raid... no- stop it Y/n! Don't think like that... oh, what's the use? I have to.
Before I jumped, a certain sexy accent caught me off guard.
"Lass? What are you doing up here? Oh, gods... you're bleeding!" Brynjolf rushed to me, picking me up before I could pass out from loss of blood and from the cold.

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I woke up to find myself in the Ragged Flagon. Ugh... what happened? Why does my arm hurt so bad- oh no.
"Lass, you have a lot of explaining to do," Bryn told me. I felt myself tear up again. Why is it always me that needs to explain?
"I... I hate my life! My parents hate me! My siblings hate me! My dunce skeever hates me! I can't do it anymore, Bryn, I really can't..." Brynjolf made a sorrowful look towards me before getting on the bed with me and wrapping his arms around me.
"That's not true... it can't be true," I shoved him away.
"It's all because of you! You taught me these ways! You taught me to be a thief, steal from my loved ones.. lie to them!" Brynjolf frowned.
"I didn't... I didn't mean to. Lass, you know that..." he cut himself off. He didn't want to upset me again. Instead, he replaced his words with actions. He pressed his lips to mine, making me cry a bit.
"I care about you, and I don't care if you sell all my belongings, if I still have you, I'll still be the happiest man alive." I cried and Brynjolf hugged me. I hugged him back and cried into his chest.
"I love you too," I said, "I'm sorry..."
"Shhh...shhh...." I relaxed and found myself falling asleep on his chest.

~643 words~
This was actually really sad. To those who cut, please... if you think it's really bad, and you find yourself cutting constantly or find yourself unhappy constantly, please call your suicide hotline number. I may not know you in real life, but I care about you all. I wish for you all to have good health, happy lives, and a family. I love you all ❤️