{Reader Insert: Reader x Brynjolf} {Sequel: Hell of a Life (Being re-written)} You hear the gossip of the Thieves Guild, and are curious as to why it has recieved such word. Just before you make yourself run through the Ratways, you stop at Honeyside -- your home for years. When a red headed man stops you, you soon realize he is from the infamous Thieves Guild. He, alone, gives you quite the time to remember -- with a little romantic twist on the side. [DISCLAIMER INSIDE]

Hey! Welcome to my one-shots. Love Skyrim, love one-shots, so I made a thing. Please suggest some scenarios for me to write up! Skyrim belong to Bethesda.

Maris' memory is a clouded one and a dark one. But somehow she found her self as the Harbinger to the companions. Though one companion in particular makes her life a living hell. Vilkas. But they must put their differences aside when Maris helps him to get rid of his beast blood.

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.

Y/N never knew that joining the thieves guild would mean getting her heart stolen. (Contains spoilers to the Thieves Guild main quest, some light hearted and some very serious emotional chapters. You have been warned) ~~~ART IS NOT MINE AND BELONGS TO ITS BEAUTIFUL, TALENTED, RIGHTFUL OWNER!!! IF YOU ARE THE OWNER OF ANY ART THAT IS USED PLEASE JUST COMMENT IF YOU WANT IT TAKEN DOWN! I DO NOT MEAN TO OFFEND ANYONE!!! THANK YOU~~~

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]

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. ___