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Brynjolf X Reader PhysicalBrynjolf x OC
Genre: Romance, Comfort
Warning: Maybe some sexual content in the future.
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.
Sister (Farkas X Dragonborn!Reader)“But there is a stream filled with fish over there.” Farkas complained for the 9th time this morning.
“We need to get to Solitude, I don't want to be late.” You explained, shaking your head. The man had a bottomless stomach.
“You are the worst sister ever.”
You sighed, he still saw you as a sister. You wished he could see you for more than that.
A trio of wolves spotted you two. Farkas unsheathed his sword and charged, killing them all in 2 strikes. His fighting style always amazed you. It seemed like he was never injured, he always looked graceful.
You remembered when you found out the secret of the Companions. Farkas transformed to 'rescue' you from the trap you set yourself in. You could have shouted the door right off, but then he would know you were the Dragonborn.
Nobody besides the Greybeards and Paarthurnax know, and you intend to keep it that way.
The both of you had somewhat similar stories. His father left him and his brother with the Comp
Imprinted - Chapter 1My Shield-brother
Lupina walked into Jorrvaskr and found Vilkas and Kodlak were stood with each other. Vilkas looked up at Lupina as did Kodlak.
"Vilkas says you're good." Kodlak smiled. "So this is the task you're getting." Farkas walked through the door then, and Lupina looked up at him. His grey eyes found hers and he quickly aborted and looked up at Kodlak.
"Good timing, Farkas." Kodlak smiled, and then turned his attention to Lupina again. "I want you to go the Dustman's Cairn, and retrieve a fragment of Wuurthrad from there." Farkas immediately objected.
"But Kodlak!" He protested. "It is much too dangerous for her to go alone!" Kodlak looked up at Farkas.
"And that, my son, is why you will be her shield-brother." Lupina looked up at this.
"Shield-brother?" She repeated. "What's that?" Farkas looked down at her.
"I'll explain to you later." He murmured. "For now, let's head to Dustman's Cairn." Lupina hesitated, then nodded, and followed him out of the door.
"So " Lupina sa
Skyrim!CiceroXReader: To Rebuild a BrotherhoodSkyrim!CiceroXReader: To Rebuild a Brotherhood
Y/n=your name h/c=hair color e/c=eye color f/n=faction name
"Oh, Birdie! Cicero has returned with pretty flowers. Most of them are for Mother, but Cicero made sure to get Birdie some, too!" Cicero danced around the Sanctuary and entered his room. He hummed and danced, skipping around the room before finally setting his eyes on your limp body. "Birdie, what are you doing? It's time to be awake right now, not sleeping! You have to keep poor Cicero company. Birdie... Cicero doesn't like this... Birdie, come on!" Cicero began pushing on your shoulders trying to stir you awake, but all the shaking caused a small puddle of blood to pour down your chin.
After a few moments, you began to hear Cicero's mumbles, and felt him shoving on your shoulders. The last thing you remembered was the almost intimate moment you had with the jester before the Listener opened the door, scaring both of you. After another few shoves, you furrowed your brow and asked
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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