She's a spoiled, beautiful girl set to wed a man she doesn't know or love. He's a reckless, charming thief's apprentice on the verge of getting kicked out for his foolish behavior. They live in different worlds, and yet that doesn't seem to be able to keep them apart. Welcome to the evolution of one of Skyrim's most daring thieves, and a love that changed him forever. (BRIEF WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC CONTENT, SUCH AS EXTREME VIOLENCE AND DISTURBING SITUATIONS THAT MAY MAKE CERTAIN READERS UNCOMFORTABLE. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.) I do not own the images or characters of Skyrim.

Skyrim Fanfiction Brynjolf x OC What was supposed to be innocent pickpocketing for Artis, turned out to be her getting in trouble with the Riften guards when her target, a green eyed, red haired man blew her cover. While on the run, she ended up in the most unfortunate events. Even after almost being decapitated, killing a dragon and finding out she is the legendary Dragonborn, she still hasn't forgotten, nor forgiven the mysterious man for calling the guards on her. What she never knew, was that that certain mysterious man will become a big part of her non-boring life and... that he can be quite annoying sometimes.

Femke, a Nordic-Bosmeri woman, has come to Riften to start over. She thought she was ready for adventuring in the big, wide world outside of her meager home in the mining colony of Dawnstar. She couldn't have been more wrong. After several mishaps and roadblocks, she stumbles to Riften, footsore, hungry, and with no money to her name, in hopes of finding some good, honest work. But no one seems to trust her because she has elven blood. Turned away and alone, she is found by two members of a mysterious organization operating within Riften. One, a Nordic man called Brynjolf, takes pity on the poor human-elf and offers her a job, and if she does well, a spot within the "Guild," as he puts it. NOTE: If I owned Skyrim, I would have no need for writing fanfictions just for the heck of it. I only own Femke and my original dialogue. Everything else is credited to Bethesda Game Studios.

Two years after the Dragonborn's victory, a darkness has settled over Riften. The Thieves Guild has gone into hiding, while the Dark Brotherhood roams the streets with terror and brute force. It would seem a rival war is just begging to begin. But all of that changes when a young servant girl named Spina gets thrown into the mix. Suddenly she becomes the newest Thieves Apprentice and things in Riften will never be the same. I own none of the characters or pictures of Skyrim.

"So that's your name, eh? I think I'll just stick to callin' you lass." Running from her duties as the Dragonborn and her past life as a master of thievery, Asmiir finds herself traveling to the Skyrim's personal city of sin--Riften. Not to engage in any criminal activity--no, that part of her is "long gone." But then she meets him. Brynjolf was the lucky, green-eyed, pretty thief that got Asmiir to steal again. Got her to like it too. But when duty screams her name in the form of a dragon, which Asmiir will prevail: Master Theif, or Dragonborn of Legend?

It has been five years since Macayla became the Guildmaster of the Thieves Guild in Riften and things have never looked better. But the future of the Guild and all of Tamriel is uncertain when the Nightingales are called back to Nocturnal; she gives them an ominous warning: Mehrunes Dagon is coming back. Sometimes the darkness isn't bad; sometimes it is. |Sequel to Walk by the Shadows|

• Completed Skyrim fanfiction• Azalia is the sarcastic, fiery and unknowing daughter of two Daedric Princes. When she finds herself in Riften sitting across from a red-haired man who critiques her thievery, Azalia is drawn into the life of outlaws, finding kindred spirits in a band of thieves. Top Ranking: #3 in Skyrim ~•~ Beware: This story contains a love square and a few ~mature~ scenes. ~I do not follow the Thieves Guild story line~ Disclaimer: I own none of the origional characters or settings of Skyrim but the storyline and a few characters are of my own creation.

BRYNJOLF X READER X MERCER FREY ~ A new member is introduced for the Thieves Guild by Brynjolf. However, she seems to have a difficult past with one of the new members. Her beauty and skill don't go unnoticed by any of the male members and causes tension to raise incredibly between the men. Who will win her heart? And how far will they go to get her back as an unpleasant event makes her run away? ~ [All artwork used in this story belongs to their respective owners, Skryim and their characters belong to Bethesda, you belong to you. The storyline and my OCs belong to me]

Arsha is a thief, always has been and always will be, but once she was something more. She's gone to Riften to try and start a new life for herself, but she may get more than she bargained for. Embroiled in a crazy twist of fate and drawn to the man who recruited her, will she survive, or will Arsha fall so far that she can never climb back up?

Rai has a heart of gold. It's the only thing in her life she has room for. Never staying in one place for long, it's also the one thing that stays consistent. Arriving in Skyrim wasn't going to change anything. Neither was joining the Thieves Guild. It was supposed to be a quick way to earn coin before moving on. What Rai hadn't planned on, was getting swept up in a shadow war where nothing is as it seems. With her past biting at her heels, she really didn't have time for it. But Fate is a fickle mistress. The Elder Scrolls is a fun world built and owned by Bethesda. My only intent is to enrich characters and a story arch they already lovingly constructed. I just play here.