Brynjolf x Shy!Thief!Reader Ch. 1

~This is that new series I mentioned. Thought i'd run it past you guys before I out it in an actual place in my weekly posting schedule~


Brynjolf only saw her a few times at first, but when he did, he liked what he saw.

The first time he saw her was when a townsman accused him of stealing.

The funny thing? He didn’t steal anything.
He kept trying to tell the man he didn’t steal anything, until his wife called him off. Brynjolf wasn’t scared to get into a fist-fight, but he didn’t want to attract attention.
Then he saw her. The (Skyrim Race) girl was bounding across rooftops, a sword in her hand. Brynjolf assumed that that was the sword he was just accused of stealing. Realizing this, he smiled to himself.

~Teim, Skihp, Nohw! (Yeah that’s right i’m a real-life Dragonborn *Struts into the sunset*)~

Brynjolf walked into the Ragged Flagon.
“Vex? Delvin?” He called into the stank, dreary place.
“Vex is out with Vipir. Whattaya need, Bryn?” Delvin’s voice came from out on the patio-type area.
Brynjolf walked over to reveal him sitting with Tonia and Dirge. They were sharing some deer venison.
“I think I found a new guild member.” Brynjolf stated.
Dirge raised his eyebrow. “What makes ya think that?”
Brynjolf scratched the stubble on his face.
“I have an idea. All of you, change into normal clothes and follow me.”

~Timeskip addiction I regret nothing~

They walked into the Bee and Barb and sat down. Delvin flagged down the argonian waitress, Keerava, and ordered them all Black-Briar Mead.
“So, Brynjolf, why are we here?” Dirge asked, looking around.
Brynjolf shrugged. “Figured we could talk about getting the new recruit. Also, if my hypothesis is correct…”
He pointed to the door, where a tall, (h/c) girl was closing the door. She had on normal clothes, but Brynjolf could tell she was the thief he had seen earlier.
“Ah! (y/n)! It’s so good to see you again!” Talen-Jei called, walking over to the girl and hugging her. She looked flustered at first, but then smiled.
“Thanks, Talen-Jei. I’m here because you still owe me for finding Mjoll’s sword.”
He nodded. “Of course. Never seen the lioness so happy, I must say. What’ll it be?”
At the same time, a mercenary-for-hire stood up and unsheathed his sword. Before any of the thieves knew what was happening, he charged at (y/n).
However, (y/n) knew what was happening. Before he fully reached her, she pulled a war axe out of her tunic and held it up in front of her, blocking the man’s swing.
Swift as snow, she rolled away from him.
“Zun, Haal, Viik!” She yelled, and the man’s sword flew across the room and stuck to the wall with a dull thunk.
(y/n) looked over at Talen-Jei, not even noticing the shocked looks of the four.
“Well? Should I take this outside, or call the guards, or something else..?”
She held up her hand to her neck, an international sign for behead.
Talen-Jei looked over at his wife, and she nodded.
“You can. But don’t get blood on the floor.”
“Wait!” The man yelled, cowering in fear. “I can tell you who sent me!”
She nodded, taking off her tunic. At first, everyone looked away, only to realize she had daedric armor underneath. How did she hide the huge spikes?
“Go on.”
“The man who sent me, is a guy named Mi’rasoll. He’s a khajiit in Solstheim. He sent me to kill you because you joined the Telvanni!”
(y/n) sighed, running her hand through her (h/c) locks.
“Alright, you’ve served me good. You want to be a warrior, huh?”
The man nodded silently.
(y/n) smiled. “Go to Jorrvaskr, in Whiterun. Tell'em (y/n) sent you there to train. They’ll fix ya up. Make ya good. Pure.”
She helped the man up and retrieved his weapon.
“Ill be back for that drink, Talen-Jei! Gotta go kill me a kitty.” She sheathed her weapon and walked out the door.
Brynjolf shook off his shock and looked at the other three.
“Well, what do you think?”