I don't know what I did to deserve this. Sundering of my soul, the destruction of all I held dear. Well, that's a bit dramatic, but hey. I've got to tell my story, don't I? Though I'll admit... perhaps the savior of the world isn't quite so honorable as she should have been. Let's get the exposition over with-- Why in all of Tamriel did I sell my goddamn soul?! ------- Hello! This story is currently being rewritten as Moonlight's Eclipse. It's quite the improvement! Take a look at my profile if you're interested! -------- Highest rankings: #1 in Brynjolf (01/05/19, 09/18/23) #1 in Scrolls (06/22/18) #1 in Skyrim (09/13/20, 11/02/22) ------- Morning Star=January Sun's Dawn=February First Seed=March Rain's Hand=April Second Seed=May Midyear=June Sun's Height=July Last Seed=August Heartfire=September Frostfall=October Sun's Dusk=November Evening Star=December ----------------------------- Original description: Are you kidding me? I went to Riften for a break. Being an adventurer isn't exactly an easy job all the time. Yet the first thing I do is get mixed up in the Thieves Guild. I must be a damn genius. Contains suggestive themes, strong language, alcohol use, and heavy descriptions of gore. Rated PG-13. ___

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.

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?

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.

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.