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Brynjolf.

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tes v: skyrim is aesthetically pleasing (2/?)

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For some reason Vex is stuck to the ceiling and right when I noticed Brynjolf told me that things were looking up around here.

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auroras over the mountain pass to ivarstead

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skyrim | whiterun

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Eldergleam Sanctuary

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Dusty dungeon hallway

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tes v: skyrim is aesthetically pleasing (1/?)

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Riften, lovely Riften!

With it’s Idiots’… I mean it’s Thieves Guild. For example Brynjolf, trying to draw attention from one altmer’s attempt to steal Madesi’s silver ring. Speaking aloud about some potion. Causing a distraction. 

At 4.30 am. With no one around, but Altmer and his companion.

Oh, sorry, for some reasons Brand-Shei is also here. Well, maybe today the bunkhouse is especially hideous.

But when the besmirching failed somehow it’s Altmer’s fault!

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i’m gonna piss myself

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"loud, so everyone can hear" for brynjolf x fiona

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The way you said “I love you”: loud, so everyone can hear.

Brynjolf x F!Dovakiin (Fiona)

699 words | Ao3

Fiona’s laugh echoed through the Flaggon as she talked withTonilia, the two women chatting about something Brynjolf wasn’t privy to. Shehad been making the rounds that evening, talking with various Guild members andassigning jobs, all before she was due to leave on one of her own.

Brynjolf watched her the entire time from his spot at thebar, leaning against the tabletop with his arms crossed. He smiled to himself, despitethe fact he knew she would be gone for an unspecified amount of time. For thefirst time since she took over as Guildmaster, she wasn’t planning on takinghim with her as a companion. There was still rebuilding to be done in Riften,and she trusted him to oversee thatit was completed in her stead.

Divines—he wouldmiss her.

“You really should just tell her how you feel,” Delvinmumbled beside him, nursing a small cup of brandy.

Brynjolf glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, annoyedby his smirk. “The lass knows.”

“What, that you loveher?” Delvin questioned. “Never heard you say it, not that I can recall.Meanwhile she’s never shy to tell you—”

“I don’t need to—”

Delvin’s elbow hit him sharply in the side. “Don’t fuckin’interrupt me when I’m giving you advice.”

Brynjolf rolled his eyes. “Is this what you call advice,now?”

“The two of ya’ are insufferable with your devotion to eachother,” Delvin muttered. “Anybody with even half a brain would call youlovesick.”  

Brynjolf really could deny it without being a liar. He caredfor Fiona, more than he had ever cared for anyone before—more than he caredabout himself and the Guild. He knew about lust, and had plenty of passingaffairs in his lifetime, but he hadn’t really considered what love would or could feel like. A ratherloud voice in the back of his head was screaming it was something like this. He dreaded the thought—was Delvinright?

“Fiona doesn’t mind that I don’t…” he trailed.

“Oh, trust me. She minds.” Delvin shook his head. “Don’ttell me you’re chicken,” he taunted.

Brynjolf ignored him, straightening as Fiona finallyapproached.

“Chicken?” she repeated after Delvin. “What about chickens?”

“Nothing,” Brynjolf assured quickly before the other mancould say anything. He glared at Delvin until finally he moved away to theopposite side of the bar.

“Okay,” Fiona laughed breathily before focusing herattention on him. Her hands rested against his chest. “If I leave now, I’llmake good time to Falkreath before sunrise.”

Brynjolf nodded, wrapping one of his arms around her waistas she leaned up to press a quick kiss to his lips, followed by his cheek. Shelingered near his ear.

“I’ll send word as soon as I arrive,” she whispered. “Don’tget into too much trouble while I’m away, love.”  

“No promises,” he replied. Fiona pulled away slightly, and hefelt a wash of nerves settle in his gut with the way her eyes shined up at him.

“Good,” she said with a wink. She was smiling. “I love you,Bryn. I’ll see you soon.”

Fiona slipped away from him, turning away as she made herway towards the Cistern entrance. A part of him felt guilt that she alreadyexpected him not to reply in kind. Another part of him felt spurred on. Thefurther she moved away, the more his heart raced.

Then suddenly, he blurted, “I love you!”

Her footsteps froze in place, and nearly everybody withinthe Ragged Flaggon turned to stare at him, gob-smacked. Delvin let out a loud, shrieklike laugh as he fell out of his chair, and Brynjolf reminded himself to findsome sort of revenge later. His face was burning—his whole body was burning—and yet, he felt a weight he hadn’t realized he’dbeen carrying float off of his shoulders.

Fiona slowly turned around, tilting her head to the sidewith a large, toothy grin. She had been waiting for him to say it, and Brynjolfcould see the joy in her demeanor. He haddone that—it was a good feeling.

She nodded once.

“I know.” 

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oh ho ho, Apodyopis for Fiona and bryn?

Brynjolf x Fiona 

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“Maven is getting impatient.”

“Hmm.” Bryn tried to listen to what Mercer was saying but found himself woefully distracted.

Nearby, Fiona was training with Niruin, the two making each shot of their bow look effortless. Of course, Brynjolf was much more focused on the movement of Fiona’s body, more easily seen after she had discarded her coat to make the exercise easier. The curl of her shoulders as she drew back the arrow, the way the muscles in her neck tensed as she lined up her shot and the expandingof her chest with the little inhale of breath she took before firing—it was allenthralling to watch.

“Brynjolf!” With Mercer’s scolding tone he snapped his gaze back to the task at hand, ignoring the way his Guildmaster was glaring at him. “Do I need to repeat myself?”

Brynjolf shook his head, glancing across the letters strewn in front of Mercer before taking a quick guess at what he had missed while lost in his own thoughts. “You’ll be able to keep her calm for a while yet. It worked before, why wouldn’t it work now?”

Mercer continued to grimace at him but eventually nodded in agreement. “Keep these footpads busy while I’m at the lodge,” he instructed, rounding the desk towards the graveyard exit. He eyed Fiona before looking to Brynjolf with an almost disgusted scowl. “All of them.���

Despite Mercer’s orders, Brynjolf hardly moved from his spot, pretending to be busy with whatever paperwork littered the Guildmaster’s desk as he continued to watch Fiona at the archery stand. She and Niruin were laughing, making a game of each arrow they fired, trying to see how many bullseyes the other could claim. Meanwhile, Brynjolf couldn’t help but let his eyes wander.

He would be a daft and foolish man not to find Fiona attractive—she was alluring and had so far been receptive to Brynjolf’s flirtations. But something told him she wasn’t the type for just a roll in the hay or games, despite her playful banter with him. Still, he found himself intrigued and very much imagining what it would be like if he walked over and lifted that white blouse up and over her head, discarding it to the Cistern pool.

What would her skin look like, feel like? The shape of her breasts in his palms—he wondered what her undergarments looked like. Fiona struck him as a woman of finer taste, there was no way they were a simple cotton like the tavern wenches wore. He rubbed at his jaw in thought, eyes dipping further towards her bottom—oh, what an ass—he’d had the pleasure of being close to its wonderous shape on a few jobs before and the leather of her pants only enhanced the shape.

He glanced at the shape of her thighs, wondering—knowing—how strong and sculpted they were from her running jobs across Skyrim. What Brynjolf wouldn’t give to find himself between her legs, leaving a wet trail of kisses towards her center, not stopping until she was crying out in ecstasy. If she thought he was silver-tongued now…

“Oh will you just bend her over the nearest bed and fuck her already?” Vex’s voice was loud as she approached the Guildmaster’s desk, cutting through Brynjolf’s fantasy. “Watching you daydream is making me sick.”

“I wasn’t—”

She made a disgusted sound. “Sure, like I haven’t seen that same look on Delvin’s face in the Flaggon being sent my way.”

Brynjolf awkwardly shifted, hoping that nobody could make out his arousal though his leathers. That, and Vex, who made no move to quiet herself.

“You really should take care of that,” Vex voiced, smirking as she waved towards his groin.

Brynjolf glared at her, and nearly scooped her up to toss her into the sewer waters but knew that would end badly for more than just him. Instead, with a grumble he silently excused himself from Vex and the Cistern, off to take care of a more intimate business matter, his fantasy of Fiona still lingering in his mind.  

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I’ve had people ask about Falicia “seducing” people

and this is about how it goes down…

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fireflies, dancing in dawn’s light

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sunset near Riverwood