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Brynjolf x OC
Physical
Genre: Romance, Comfort
Warning: Maybe some sexual content in the future.
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Beautiful, stealthy and perfect for the his outfit. That's what Brynjolf thought as he saw the theiving young Imperial most every day. If he wasn't someone trained in the art of stealth, he'd have never known she existed.
Upon asking around his sources, not a single person knew who the girl was, and not a single name in all of Skyrim or Cyrodiil matched her description. Of course she had he dark hair, olive skin and the golden-brown eyes like a lot of the Imperials, but the scars, the way she moved, her features, they were different.
It was clear: she worked in the shadows. And she knew what she was doing.
But the problem with that was, she could take down this whole city with her skills. So, there were two options, get her caught, or get her in on his operation.
He preferred the latter. And he knew exactly how to do it.
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On a particularly rare, sunny afternoon, the shadows were dark. And the young Imperial was out to make her days worth.
The redheaded man arranged his coin purse out on his belt and left his elixirs to "look around." This was her bait. He walked close to buildings, keeping his ears out and his vision sharp. He didn't need to, though. This man grew up a thief. He knew every step and every breath you had to take to pickpocket someone.
She took the bait. There was muffled movement, and you wouldn't have been able to hear it if you hadn't been trained in this very art. There was a slight feeling of weight being taken off of him, as if you were exhaling a held breath slowly. Again, you wouldn't have been able to tell.
That was his mark.
He whipped around and grabbed her wrist, then pulled her dagger away from her hip not a second afterward. She had barely time to process what had happened before she dropped the purse.
Her eyes were wide with surprise and fear. His grip loosened and a smile reached his features. He handed her her dagger, hilt first. "Here ya' are, lass."
She still hadn't moved, hadn't breathed. Slowly she exhaled and even slower she reached for her dagger. She never used the thing. It was a "just in case" sort of thing. She liked to keep it clean.
"The name's Brynjolf," he smiled at her. "And I could use an pair of extra hands..."
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He only saw her once while she did the job. He honestly doubted she would have even needed the distraction to get the job done. She was so silent, so quick, it was as if she was inhuman. Even if she was, he still wanted her in the guild. They weren't a discriminatory bunch.
"Jobs done," a smooth, quiet female voice sounded behind him. It nearly made him jump. He hadn't heard her approach him.
He turned on his heel toward the sound of the voice and was met with the Imperial's hooded face.
"So it is," he mused. "Here's your cut."
He tossed her a coin purse and she sized it up. She seemed happy with the amount from the way that amused smirk crept it's way into her features. Only seconds after she caught it she was turning toward the shadows.
"Wait," the Nord man said, stepping toward her as she turned around. "It looks like I've chosen the right person for this job..." he said. "But there's plenty more where that came from. Meet me in the Ragged Flaggon tonight. It's a tavern inside the Ratway."
Then they separated. Quickly, silently.
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"Then what do you call this?" Brynjolf asked as she approached them.
"I didn't know if I'd be seeing you again," he said with a chuckle. He was definitely happy he had. She was a sight for sore eyes.
"She's a beauty," Delvin murmured as he passed behind the Nord man, quiet enough so no one else would hear but the redhead.
"Here, let's go on in and meet the one in charge, Mercer Frey."
Mercer Frey didn't seem as excited as Brynjolf had hoped but Mercer was just that way.
"You can't seriously be giving her that job! Little Vex couldn't even get it done. You expect new blood to?" Brynjolf was in shock.
"See it as a chance to prove herself."
"She already has," the redhead had tried to say, but Mercer had waved them off.
He gave her everything she needed to know, but it was way past dark and he wouldn't let her go without food and rest first.
"Stay," he said, getting a little close to her. "At least for some mead."
She stepped back, her feet light. She nodded. Words were hard to come by with her, the Nord had quickly figured out.
They went back into the Flaggon and sat next to Delvin. Vekel got her a drink, and they chatted a little.
"So, you're the new recruit, eh?" Delvin asked. She nodded. "What's yer name?" he pondered. Brynjolf looked up at her. He had never even bothered with her name. How rude of him. Of course he had wondered, but had never thought to ask once.
"I prefer to stay in the shadows," is what she replied with in her quiet, soft voice.
"Well what should we call you?" the bald man pressed.
"How about you call me whatever you think fits if I'm still alive tomorrow?" she asked in which Delvin laughed. Brynjolf smirked a little. There was a little flame in her just waiting for someone to splash with oil. He knew it.
It was a gut feeling that made him want to be the person who caused that wildfire.
Physical
Genre: Romance, Comfort
Warning: Maybe some sexual content in the future.
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Beautiful, stealthy and perfect for the his outfit. That's what Brynjolf thought as he saw the theiving young Imperial most every day. If he wasn't someone trained in the art of stealth, he'd have never known she existed.
Upon asking around his sources, not a single person knew who the girl was, and not a single name in all of Skyrim or Cyrodiil matched her description. Of course she had he dark hair, olive skin and the golden-brown eyes like a lot of the Imperials, but the scars, the way she moved, her features, they were different.
It was clear: she worked in the shadows. And she knew what she was doing.
But the problem with that was, she could take down this whole city with her skills. So, there were two options, get her caught, or get her in on his operation.
He preferred the latter. And he knew exactly how to do it.
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On a particularly rare, sunny afternoon, the shadows were dark. And the young Imperial was out to make her days worth.
The redheaded man arranged his coin purse out on his belt and left his elixirs to "look around." This was her bait. He walked close to buildings, keeping his ears out and his vision sharp. He didn't need to, though. This man grew up a thief. He knew every step and every breath you had to take to pickpocket someone.
She took the bait. There was muffled movement, and you wouldn't have been able to hear it if you hadn't been trained in this very art. There was a slight feeling of weight being taken off of him, as if you were exhaling a held breath slowly. Again, you wouldn't have been able to tell.
That was his mark.
He whipped around and grabbed her wrist, then pulled her dagger away from her hip not a second afterward. She had barely time to process what had happened before she dropped the purse.
Her eyes were wide with surprise and fear. His grip loosened and a smile reached his features. He handed her her dagger, hilt first. "Here ya' are, lass."
She still hadn't moved, hadn't breathed. Slowly she exhaled and even slower she reached for her dagger. She never used the thing. It was a "just in case" sort of thing. She liked to keep it clean.
"The name's Brynjolf," he smiled at her. "And I could use an pair of extra hands..."
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He only saw her once while she did the job. He honestly doubted she would have even needed the distraction to get the job done. She was so silent, so quick, it was as if she was inhuman. Even if she was, he still wanted her in the guild. They weren't a discriminatory bunch.
"Jobs done," a smooth, quiet female voice sounded behind him. It nearly made him jump. He hadn't heard her approach him.
He turned on his heel toward the sound of the voice and was met with the Imperial's hooded face.
"So it is," he mused. "Here's your cut."
He tossed her a coin purse and she sized it up. She seemed happy with the amount from the way that amused smirk crept it's way into her features. Only seconds after she caught it she was turning toward the shadows.
"Wait," the Nord man said, stepping toward her as she turned around. "It looks like I've chosen the right person for this job..." he said. "But there's plenty more where that came from. Meet me in the Ragged Flaggon tonight. It's a tavern inside the Ratway."
Then they separated. Quickly, silently.
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"Then what do you call this?" Brynjolf asked as she approached them.
"I didn't know if I'd be seeing you again," he said with a chuckle. He was definitely happy he had. She was a sight for sore eyes.
"She's a beauty," Delvin murmured as he passed behind the Nord man, quiet enough so no one else would hear but the redhead.
"Here, let's go on in and meet the one in charge, Mercer Frey."
Mercer Frey didn't seem as excited as Brynjolf had hoped but Mercer was just that way.
"You can't seriously be giving her that job! Little Vex couldn't even get it done. You expect new blood to?" Brynjolf was in shock.
"See it as a chance to prove herself."
"She already has," the redhead had tried to say, but Mercer had waved them off.
He gave her everything she needed to know, but it was way past dark and he wouldn't let her go without food and rest first.
"Stay," he said, getting a little close to her. "At least for some mead."
She stepped back, her feet light. She nodded. Words were hard to come by with her, the Nord had quickly figured out.
They went back into the Flaggon and sat next to Delvin. Vekel got her a drink, and they chatted a little.
"So, you're the new recruit, eh?" Delvin asked. She nodded. "What's yer name?" he pondered. Brynjolf looked up at her. He had never even bothered with her name. How rude of him. Of course he had wondered, but had never thought to ask once.
"I prefer to stay in the shadows," is what she replied with in her quiet, soft voice.
"Well what should we call you?" the bald man pressed.
"How about you call me whatever you think fits if I'm still alive tomorrow?" she asked in which Delvin laughed. Brynjolf smirked a little. There was a little flame in her just waiting for someone to splash with oil. He knew it.
It was a gut feeling that made him want to be the person who caused that wildfire.
Literature
Brynjolf's Obsession: Tales of the Dragonborn 2
I watch from the shadows as she drops down the ladder into the thieves guild. She moves so quietly she might as well be a Khajiit. I know I'm the first to notice her; once she's been spotted the boys of the guild tend to pay her extra attention, although they try not to form a crowd. I can't blame them, but I won't join them. Not that I'm any better. The lass fascinates me. I've tried to tell myself it's just the puzzle she represents, but now that I've tracked down answers the obsession doesn't seem to be waning.
She's an Imperial, but I can't find anything that says she's lived anywhere but Skyrim. I'm not sure if she was born there
Literature
Brynjolf x reader. I thought you were dead.
"Lass, are you alright?" Asked a familiar voice.
"Brynjolf?" You croaked.
The word was all fuzzy, and you had a sharp pain in your right side of your stomach. Once the world became clearer you looked around. You were laying in the middle of the ratway.
"What happened?" You say
"I was just about to ask that myself."
You went to stand up. Then it hit you. A sharp pain grew, and you fell to your knees.
"Lass! You're in no condition to walk."
"No, I'm fine."
"Lass!"
You put your hand on the wound. It was bleeding like crazy. But you stood up anyways. You winced in pain, but you still stood.
'Im fine' you kept telling yourself. 'Im fine'
Literature
Brynjolf X Reader: A Good Accident (Skyrim)
Y/N's POV:
As we walk back to the Guild in silence I quickly grab my hand onto Bryn's, and my breath hitches.
I see him look at me, but I'm too flustered to look back.
"L-Lass?" He stuttered in a way we're I couldn't tell if it was surprise or nervousness.
I pull my hand away and cross my arms. "I'm sorry... It was a stupid idea... I mean- it was an accident." I blush as Brynjolf then grabbed my arm and twirls me around to face him.
"I though it was a good accident." Brynjolf smirked as he stared into my eyes.
We had stopped walking, and we were right in front of the secret entrance to the Cinstern.
"Brynjolf." I sigh as I try to turn
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Why am I barely reading this now!?! I didn't search hard enough in my precious account here!!! But I love this a lot since I'm a big Brynjolf lover! Nice job lass! ;D