#mercer frey

[elderscrollsconceptart]

"Statue of the Snow Prince" - Note the statues facial similarity to the "degenerated" appearance of Falmer as opposed to the traditionally handsome depiction we see of the Snow Prince statue in TES V.

Concept art for The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Art by Adam Adamowicz

[akdrpa]

guess what game I just finished

[skyrim-forever]

[argisthebulwark]

A Feast for My Eyes Only

summary: Small things that I believe would turn on some of our favorite Skyrim guys. gn reader, no y/n or pronouns used. featuring: Miraak, Farkas, Brynjolf, Vilkas, Balimund, Mercer, Teldryn warnings: Sexually suggestive content, minors do not read or interact. tagging @daedrabait because once again i am mercerposting

Miraak claims to be unaffected by mortal temptations until he meets you. When he witnesses how naturally you control the Thu’um and he feels the ancient power that resides deep within you. It is when you have him pinned, blade at his throat and eyes brimming with determination that his blood heats. He's never seen such beauty. Apocrypha crumbles at your voice, hand twisted into his robes to hinder any chance of escape when he dives in for the first kiss, unable to contain himself any longer.

Farkas is a sucker for your touch. Something as simple as you brushing hair out of his face or aiding in the placement of his armor is enough, he loves being able to touch you. After a long day he leaves Jorrvaskr behind to return home at your side. Farkas wants nothing more than to sink into a warm bath together, no armor in the way of allowing him to appreciate each inch of your body. He loves the way his hands look on your skin and the way your fingers trace along his scars, every small touch fueling the fire in his heart.

Brynjolf has become rather addicted to watching you work. When you skulk through a wealthy neighborhood in search of all their easily forgotten baubles and he struggles to track you his blood starts pumping. He follows you upstairs into some nobleman’s lavishly decorated chambers, stealth forgotten in his bid to spread you out on that ridiculously expensive bedding. He wants to make you writhe, to hear you moan until the neighbors know just how exquisite he alone can make you feel. 

Vilkas finds it extremely difficult to maintain composure when you are demanding. When you command that he rests he is entirely at your whim. He is thrilled by your hands on his chest shoving him into bed, your body straddling his, the bliss of someone else in complete control of him. He’d never admit it to anyone else but he would beg for just one more taste of you. He gazes at you, knowing that he made the right choice loving the one person who brings him to his knees.

For Balimund, he finds that he is most undone by you when you are free from all the titles and duties. When you are wearing his shirt and lounging together. He finds you the most alluring when you are warm and cozy, wrapped around him without a worry in the world. He cannot keep his hands to himself when you are relaxed in his bed, everything forgotten but one another. When your skin is warm against his, hands sliding easily under loose clothes and sheets twisted around your bodies.

Despite his many secrets, Mercer seems to get a thrill out of the danger of being caught. Whether you’re spread over the messy desk he treasures or against the Vault’s chilly metal doors he loves to hear you moaning his name, each sound echoing through the Cistern. It's like he's daring one of the thieves to notice, blood heating each time someone mentions the marks you've left on him.

Teldryn has always enjoyed your banter but found himself head over heels when the mutual flirtation began to seep in. It is only when you cut the innuendo and lay it all out that he feels himself at a loss for words, when you tell him how badly you desire him and every impure thought that’s plagued your mind. He loves the way you speak to him, how vulnerable you are when it's just the two of you.

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Vex: I really like this whole "good guy, bad guy" thing you guys have going on.

Mercer Frey: It’s not an act, it’s just that I’m mean and Brynjolf isn’t.

[vinndas]

guy invented cringefail

[elderscrollsconfessions]

Confession: I hate the Thieves Guild in Skyrim. Every member is either an absolute asshole, or a sex pest. I have no idea how they're the most popular faction and I judge everyone who likes them in any way that isn't "it's a good questline". I would tap Mercer Frey though

[sweetpeauserboxes]

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[itslettinggo]

the bitch himself

[daedrabait]

Fan art I drew of Mercer Frey dying in a glue trap

[incorrectskyrimquotes]

Mercer isn't smarter than Brynjolf, but he's close enough to him that he knows how to hurt him.

Brynjolf takes on a lot of responsibility, since even though Mercer is Guildmaster it seems like Bryn has to do all the hard stuff. He is barely keeping the guild together, and it's mentioned that Mercer has such a temper that no one goes to him anyways. They always go to Brynjolf, who is doing the best he can.

And Mercer knows that Brynjolf is smarter than him, so he does everything he can to keep him down. He discourages Brynjolf's interest in the falmer (which we see fail when Brynjolf can read Falmeri.), he explodes on him too (although Brynjolf seems generally Used To It), and it's implied he sent you to Goldenglow to get you killed, because "even Vex" couldn't get in.

And then Karliah's name comes up. Mercer internally panics, because that truly means it could all come to light. He was able to pin Gallus' murder on her, but only because no one had the time or energy to look closely. But when you show up, the Guild has new life breathed into it.

And you clearly mean something to Brynjolf. He's thrilled when you get down into the Flagon, after Goldenglow, when Maven asks for you by name, he's your friend. He's so excited both that you're helping the Guild in the way you are, and that he gets to be right there to see it.

Mercer has to get rid of you. You are ruining everything. A happy Brynjolf is a Brynjolf that could think and find out the truth. So it's so, so perfect when Karliah practically invites him to battle her. Mercer can take you with him, have you killed, and pin that on Karliah too. Brynjolf will be heartbroken, you'll be out of the way, and the story of Gallus' murder becomes that much more plausible with another victim.

And of course Brynjolf runs out after you and Mercer. He, of all people, knows how dangerous Karliah is. He was there for Gallus' murder, he's been watching her try and take the guild down from the inside, he knows. So even though Mercer insists to him to let you and he handle it, Bryn still goes out after the two of you.

And then Brynjolf learns you died. Karliah killed you, just as she killed Gallus. She truly is trying to destroy the guild. Mercer even tells him that your last words, your last thoughts, they were for Brynjolf. You, Brynjolf's friend and protégé, had whispered his name in your final moments.

Brynjolf is heartbroken, and Mercer is right there to make sure he stays heartbroken.

[nazumorim]

[thief-dd]

As much as I love the Thieves Guild quest, where’s my option to join Mercer? Let me run off with him. Nocturnal who??? I know others agree

Don't look at me........

Edit: I couldnt stop thinking abt it but what if he stops being a complete asshole to you after you join his thieving

[argisthebulwark]

"Are You Two Together?"

summary: Short pieces of how I think various Skyrim men would react to this question (they're all definitely together) gn reader, no pronouns or y/n used. feat: Brynjolf, Vilkas, Farkas, Arnbjorn, Cicero, Erandur, Balimund, Mercer warnings: slightly suggestive (Brynjolf, Erandur)

You can feel Brynjolf’s confidence skyrocket at the question. One hand sneaks to your lower back to draw you even closer. It’s absolutely the last thing you need - if anyone in the Guild knew about you two it would ruin their opinion of you. Barely getting your footing and already sleeping with your mentor? Ignoring Brynjolf’s cocky grin you clear your throat, trying to banish the heat in your cheeks.  “Of course not.” Your words aren’t exactly convincing when you consider the messy state of your armor and the clear bite marks on his exposed skin. Mercer’s eyes dart between the obvious clues, offering nothing but an unimpressed grunt before turning away.  “Right. That would be unprofessional.”

“Absolutely not.” Vilkas answers despite the hand clasped in yours. You fight to stifle a laugh at his staunch refusal to share his personal life with others. “We’re clearly coworkers. Why would you ask such a question?”  “Well, you’re -” the poor recruit stammers into silence when Vilkas' glare turns to them. You’ll chastise him after the lad returns to his group of whelps across the hall but you know how much he delights in someone thinking he’s frightening.  “The Harbinger’s relationship status is none of your business.” His tone is curt, a contrast to the delicate way his thumb traces over the back of your hand. “Now leave us.”

“Yeah, I’m courting them.” Farkas snorts at the question. He thought it was fairly obvious - the two of you were practically joined at the hip. On the rare occasion one of you left Jorrvaskr without the other he swept you into his arms upon returning. He sat dutifully at your side while you sorted through the mess of being a Harbinger, planning out training routines or sharpening his sword.  “Hear that, love? I’m courting you.” Turning that dazzling grin on you, Farkas places an exaggerated kiss on your hand. “Many apologies for skipping a few steps.”

“Why?” Neither confirming nor denying Arnbjorn continues with his work, fully ignoring the conversation. As you’ve spent many days before you’re perched on his workbench, parchments spread around you entirely in his way. He’s grumbled about the mess a few times but hushes when you retort that he is far more interesting.  “Why would you think Arnbjorn and I are together?” Sharpening your tone, you needle the young trainee with the question. You see uncertainty in the way he glances between you and Arnbjorn’s tense back.  “Well, some of the others were talking.”  “What do you think about that?” Arnbjorn pauses at your teasing tone, a gruff hand on your thigh as he reaches for the correct tool. The poor recruit looks ready to bolt. “Sounds like a ridiculous rumor.”

Cicero is absolutely overjoyed at the question. The mere thought of others knowing he is with his Listener, of being associated with the one he loves! He’s practically bouncing at your side, hand grasping yours to his chest while you await whatever he’s got to say.  “Is it so obvious?” He sighs dramatically, a softness in his voice usually reserved just for you. “Oh, truly Cicero is quite the lovesick fool. It appears everyone has learned that the Listener owns his silly heart.” 

“As a Priest of Mara, I love all of her lady’s subjects.” Erandur’s practiced words do nothing to hide the telltale marks you’d left on his throat. The skin’s a tender reminder of the night before - you sneaking through the temple into his chambers, his words like prayers promising whatever you wish as long as you keep touching him. Clearing his throat Erandur forces himself to refocus on the acolyte standing before him. “I would never allow them special privileges due to any personal feelings.” 

“Never would’ve thought to put a label on it.” Balimund would surely get a kick out of the question. You don’t mind the interest - after the amount of time you’ve dedicated to him during your increasing visits to Riften it’s hardly a secret. You never intended on sharing your relationship with strangers but Balimund’s reliable hand on your shoulder or the way you lean into his chest in the market must’ve drawn some eyes. You’d never discussed your relationship, simply aware of shared feelings.  “I guess we are.” He answers and that soft smile is enough to warm your heart. 

“No,” Mercer lies through his teeth. You’d likely act no different if asked such a question - there’s too much at stake. If one lie unravels the others will surely follow. If anyone begins to speculate about your romantic entanglement with the Guild Master there’s no telling what else they could uncover. Ignoring the little twinge of hurt in your chest you return to your practice dummy, sure that you’ll say the same if they aren’t convinced.  “I hardly know their name.” He scoffs, kicking a foot up on his desk. “No special treatment around here.” 

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

They say "it costs $0 to be kind," like being a hater ain't free too.

Mercer Frey, probably

[vinndas]

5 yrs..... helppppp