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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
Imprinted - PrologueImprinted
The first time the Nord walked upon the earth of Whiterun, she felt a strange zing in the air, as though something were to happen here. She would walk through the street throughout the day for weeks, completing tasks set by the Jarl. She was dragonborn - an ultra-rare type of person. Dragonborn was able to summon dragons, halt dragons and force them to land, travel at unbelievable speeds almost anything you could imagine that was associated with a dragon. The Nord knew she was different, and all those around her knew she was different, but she didn't know of this special power she had, nor of the dragonborn. She found herself, one day, standing in front of an ancient, tavern-like structure. The building was completely made of wood. Out of curiosity, she crept forward, and set the door ajar. From then on, her life changed completely.
Formerly known from the Dark Brotherhood, The Nord, Lupina, stepped inside the ancient building. She was quickly greeted by an ol
Skyrim!CiceroXReader: To Rebuild a BrotherhoodSkyrim!CiceroXReader: To Rebuild a Brotherhood
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"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
Love is BlindThe first time Vilkas saw her, it was because she had given him the false hope that the crazy man in front of the statue near Jorrvaskr was finally shot with an arrow. He had gone out to investigate upon noticing the silence that was usually pierced by his shrieking, a secret excitement shattered when he realized that he wasn't dead. He was talking excitably to her, and she was eagerly listening to every word he had to say. She was perhaps the only one who ever wanted to talk to him, or even stopped to listen for more than two minutes.
He could tell immediately that she was a Nord, possessing long locks of dark hair and wore a simple green dress. Vilkas stood and watched her and the crazy man exchange conversation before he decided to step in to give her an excuse to escape his ranting about Talos.
As he neared her, a man rushed to her grabbing her wrist, and scolding her for wandering off again. She had laughed at him, telling him that she was fine and that a little wandering did nobo
Her Voice - A Dragonborn's Tale - Part 2Farkas wasn't a stupid man. He didn't take great pleasure in reading or puzzles like his twin brother did, but he was wise in ways that nobody else knew, would know, or would ever want to know. He was happy enough living this hard, Warrior's life, for it was all he knew. Every once in awhile he would consider what his life might have been like had he not been born to Jergen, the mighty Warrior , and to another man - like a merchant or a simple farmer. He then figured that he would still be himself and he was given the honorable gift of strength. He shouldn't waste it.
"Wake up, icebrain. We haven't gone all day."
Aela's voice came. Half of him wanted to say that he wasn't sleeping, but thinking. His beast blood kept him from having a restful night's sleep. "What is it?" he asked as he stood from his bed.
"There is a giant going around and eating livestock on the farms outside of Whiterun. We need to go and take care of it. I'm bringing Ria, too, since she said she wanted to go."
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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