#also brynjolf adopts a kid

[wanders-in-stars]

Started thinking about my OCs and what crimes they've committed/are wanted for after a convo with @kreinvulon hope u don't mind the tag and I couldn't stop thinking about it so here we are (also this is headcanon, not actual in-game crimes). Under a cut because it got long lmao

Samira (or Eravis. Whatever name I settle on.)

Wanted by Imperial law for military insubordination, murder, and desertion while in service to the Empire

Fairly law-abiding besides that but still they're some pretty serious charges

Maybe bribery to keep some folks quiet about her location if they recognize her from the posters

Tamar

Wanted by both Vigilants and the Silver Hand for being a rather infamous werewolf and daedra worshipper

Wanted in a couple holds for poaching (when she hunted without realising she'd entered protected territory. She usually tries to get a permit though)

Theft. Also kind of on accident. The apple tree was just sitting there, how was she supposed to know it was on somebody's property when there wasn't a building in sight?

Assault. Because she's not above whacking a bitch with her staff.

Technically kinda murder too but mostly in her werewolf form

Rasyira

Probably the only one with no crimes

Girl's just here to study magic and sling spells around the College

Maybe wanted somewhere for accidentally setting something on fire, or having a book overdue from the college library, idk

Definitely wanted by the College professors for being all around careless with her magic but nobody says shit once she's the Archmage

Niryani

Like Tamar, probably wanted by the Vigilants, tho in this case it's cause she's a vampire. Doesn't give a shit about Molag though, probably worships Mephala and Nocturnal instead

Also wanted by the law for breaking and entry and subsequent theft. She's master of the Thieves Guild so it's kind of what she does

Murder too, much to Brynjolf's exasperation. Less witnesses means less people to report the theft, after all. Also cause she needs her blood-snacks.

Bribery, if she's feeling generous.

Blackmail if she's not, but also not quite at "murderous".

Esme

Just murder. Feel like she probably killed somebody in Hammerfell and fled to Skyrim

More Murder, but like. Nebulously. Bc at that point she's part of the Dark Brotherhood and nobody can really pin her down as the culprit for sure.

Bribery but only occasionally. Usually it's just murder.

Tauri

Piracy. Because. She's a pirate. pirates of the Caribbean theme starts playing

Theft. Because land or sea, she doesn't really give a fuck

Assault. What, was she just supposed to let some drunken creep grab her instead of cutting off his hand?

Murder. Again because she doesn't give a flying fuck. Somebody gets in her way, she'll ask once, but never twice. Maybe not at all if she's in a particularly bad mood/has a bad history with said person

Slander and defamation, probably. Both the Imperials and the Stormcloaks can go rot in Oblivion, for all she cares. They both suck.

Impersonation. Because 100% she's done that to weasel her way into somewhere/aquire something she's not supposed to.

Bribery. Money solves most problems, after all.

Blackmail. She's intentionally slept with a few people in high places, 1) just for kicks and 2) as a regular source of income. Probably also collects under-the-table child support, claiming she had a kid from the affair (she does not. Probably leads to some shenanigans though, like fake-adopting a kid when the "dad" demands proof of the child's existence, and then eventually actually ends up adopting the kid when it's all over).

#skyrim #skyrim oc #yaz yaks #oc: tamar #oc: rasyira #oc: samira #oc: tauri #oc: niryani #oc: esme #oc trivia #oc facts #oc fun facts

[archersartcorner]

And now it's time for TES AUs with Archer. The part of the hyperfixation where Archer replays Skyrim, and comes out with a silly TES AU.

IDs under cut!

[ID: Three digitally drawn images, mostly just black and white with a minor exception on the last image.

The first image is of Valerio as he'd be depicted in The Elder Scrolls series, notably Skyrim. He's a Wood Elf, and has kept most of his other qualities from his human depiction, notably his triangular and rounded face, his long, thin nose, his wavy, jaw-length, dark hair, pulled back showing a widow's peak, and his thin frame and facial scars. Notably different is that he now has longer ears, small nubby horns at the top of his forehead, and a tail, because the artist likes depicting some Bosmer with tails, as he thinks it's a cute trait, even though not canon. He's wearing the Blackguard variant of the Thieves Guild armor, and his exposed arms are heavily scarred. He's nocking an arrow in his bow, staring at the viewer. Text next to him reads: "Valerio. 17-year-old Bosmer Dragonborn, on the run from his abusive shitty Thalmor "husband." It was a bad situation, folks. But hey, now Val can shout the motherfucker to death, so that's a plus. Thieves Guild member, sees Brynjolf as a father figure."

The second image shows Volo and Ginter. Volo is a tall Snow Elf with primarily the same traits the artist usually depicts him with, those being his more square-shaped face, wide nose, long hair that parts to cover the left side of his face, tied back into what appears to be a braid this time around, and notable scarring where his hair is covering his face. He's broad-bodied and wearing the college robes from Skyrim, and has wrappings covering his hands. Notably different is, much like Valerio, Volo now has longer ears. He's smiling, talking enthusiastically with Ginter, who's right next to him. Ginter's about a head shorter than Volo, a Breton who's mostly depicted the same as usual, with his jaw-length, spiky hair, receding hairline, hooked nose, square face with a bit more of an angular jawline, wrinkles around his brows, mouth, and eyes, and closely shaven, spiky beard. The only minor difference is Ginter's ears being slightly pointed. He's looking up at Volo, paying attention, while also smoking a pipe. Text next to Volo reads: "Volo is definitely just an albino Altmer, and not a Snow Elf, don't QUESTION him about it. (He is actually a Snow Elf.) Volo is Ginter's adopted son, nearly a whole 7 feet, and is adept in the school of Conjuration. He likes summoning little friends!! From the depths of Oblivion. But still they're his little friends!!" Text next to Ginter reads: "Ginter is a Reachman/Breton and a caravan trader. He doesn't work for the Khajiit caravans, but he absolutely allies with them, helps them sell their goods within city borders when he can. Volo's charming attitude has made him helpful during trades, but in general Ginter just loves him. He still doesn't exactly know Volo's origins, just that he found a scared young elf one cold night, and that was unacceptable to him."

The final image shows Valeiro and Po. Po is a round faced man, with short hair, strong sideburns, and a hooked, rounded nose. He has dreadful eye bags, and the artist didn't really know what he was doing when designing his armor. Val looks at Po worriedly, while Po stares menacingly off into the distance. Val thinks to himself, "He's... kinda scary..." But thought bubbles around Po show that he's mostly thinking of spaghetti, with transparent images of characters like Martin Septim, the Gray Fox, Lucien Lachance, Sheogorath, and Dagoth Ur interlaced in the thought spaghetti. Text below Po reads: "Po - Was the HoK (Hero of Kvatch) who mantled Sheogorath. Present in Val's story from when his Dragonborn being is revealed. He freaks Val out a bit, but he's incredibly protective of the kid. If he looks intimidating, don't worry too much - he has spaghetti noises on the brain 24/7."

END ID.]

#my art #described #tesverse valerio #tes au #skyrim au #volo #ginter #my tes aus are always incredibly self ingulgent. but here we are LMAO #hmmm i wonder if i should... #tw: slavery implied #it's the implication behind val and his 'husband.' again a shitty awful man that val eventually snipes #val in this au is just looking for safety and a community that will keep him safe. hes surprised to find that with the thieves guild. #but he's not complaining #i am thinking of other characters at this point too. just mostly got vo n gin on the brain always... #also yes caption is supposed to be a play on 'silly songs with larry.' atheists who grew up with veggietales rise UP HFDJSKAHFJK

[nocturnalswarehouse]

Chapter 10 - Lineage

Fic Series: At Long Last

Pairing: Brynjolf x Female Dovahkiin|Dragonborn (Adranelle Rolaine)

Premise: Eight years after being declared the Dragonborn, and three years after Alduin is defeated, Adranelle (Adi) Rolaine finds herself back in Riften to help Brynjolf with the Thieves Guild’s reputation.

Masterlist

Taglist: @thequeenofthewinter, @oblivions-dawn

Word count: 1,618

A/N: Alright we're at the end of the period of chapters where I wasn't fond of the story, but chapter 11 begins a period of me loving it XD so we're in the clear. Hope you enjoy this one, it starts rough but gets better, and let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

Three days had passed since Adi left for the Honnigbrew job, and Brynjolf was worried. He knew the trip would be long and that she could very well be on her way home, but he couldn’t help but think the worst. Adi may have died on the job or gotten caught and arrested. The thief couldn’t bear the thought and was almost tempted to travel there himself. 

Knowing there was nothing he could do, Brynjolf had thrown himself knee-deep in work. Mercer had put him in charge of some important documents, the Nord reading and signing off on them late into the night. Once finished those, he started to look into Adi’s request. With all the dead ends they’ve met to find Adi’s parents, he hoped this would lead them somewhere. 

He started at Honorhall and spoke with Constance about the Registry book. She was reluctant at first but caved quickly under his honeyed words. While Brynjolf wasn’t allowed to take it, Constance led him into her office, where the registry book lay open. “What’s her surname?”

“You mean she doesn’t know?” Constance looked shocked. “I thought…”

“You thought what?”

“Well, Adranelle was the one to kill Grelod,” she mentioned, her voice lowering so the children that were still inside couldn’t hear. “I thought she would’ve taken a peek at the book.”

“There wasn’t much time, from what she told me,” Brynjolf said. From what his friend detailed, she had to be in and out of there before the Guards arrived. Constance had spotted her, but the kids hadn’t. They were too focused on the dead body of their old caretaker. 

“Hmm,” Constance flipped through the book, going further in than Brynjolf expected. “Here, Adranelle Rolaine.” 

“Rolaine…” Brynjolf immediately thought of Leo. The Breton shared that surname… 

“Is that name significant to you?” 

“In a way, yeah,” he nodded. “Who are her parents?”

“There’s only one name on here.” she looked puzzled. “Degin Rolaine, father.” 

“No mother listed?” Brynjolf’s eyebrow shot up. That was unusual. 

“It says the mother wished to stay anonymous,” Constance said. “If she were to be adopted, she wanted it closed.” 

“That may just confirm it,” Brynjolf thought out loud.

“I’m sorry?” 

“Oh nothing,” the Nord shook his head. “Thank you, Constance.” 

“Of course.”

His next stop was Leo. Brynjolf was lucky. The Breton had decided to stay in town for longer. Mostly it was to be with Tonilia more, but Brynjolf suspected it was also because of Adi. He was suspicious at first why Leo had such interest in the girl, but now he understood. If they’re related, Leo must know quite a bit about her background. 

“You’ve been very interested in Adi since she joined,” Brynjolf said to Leo. He had to get to the bottom of this. “Any specific reason?”

“Brynjolf, you’ve been running yourself ragged,” Leo avoided the question. “Go rest a bit.”

“Please just answer my question.” In all honesty, Brynjolf hadn’t been sleeping since Adi left. Keeping himself busy and finding out what Adi needed to know was more important. Not that he cared, Brynjolf would sleep once he knew Adi was safe. 

“Why do you want to know?” he laughed lightly. “Are you jealous?”

“What? No!” he replied, almost too quickly. “I was just at Honorhall to get a look at the Registry book. You share a surname with her.”

“Ah,” Leo nodded. If he was shocked, the man hid it well. “I suspected as much. She looks a lot like Maven but has some of my Father’s features.”

“What was your father’s name?”

“Degin.”

“So Maven…”

“Would be her mother, yes.”

“How?”

“Well, when a man and a woman are having… certain relations-”

“Leo, I know how sex works,” Brynjolf deadpanned. “I just mean, how did Maven get tangled with a Breton?”

“It’s a long story.” Leo gave Brynjolf a look, telling him not to press. “Look, tell her about Maven yourself if you like. But with everything else? I’d prefer if that came from me.”

“Understandable-” 

They were interrupted by the sound of someone slamming something on a table and looked over to see Adi - looking rough and a little irritated - handing a shiny new find to Delvin. Behind her stood a woman in steel armour, standing guard as if ready to attack anyone that dared to cross the half-Nord. Unable to help himself, Brynjolf ran over to his friend and hugged her from behind. 

***

“I trust you have good news for me.” Maven didn’t waste time. Adi hated to admit it, but she respected that. 

“Job’s finished,” she nodded. “Here’s the information you requested.”

Adi stood and waited for Maven to look over the letter, watching as her scowl deepened. “This doesn't tell me much. The only thing that could identify Sabjorn's partner is this odd little symbol.”

“I’ve seen that symbol before.” Adi deliberately left out it was found at Goldenglow. The last thing she needed was the Nord woman to blow up and cause a scene - even though they were away from prying eyes. 

“Well, whoever this mysterious marking represents, they'll regret starting a war with me.” the thief was beginning to think Maven’s face had froze to a scowl a long time ago, her expression had remained unchanged through their entire interaction. “You should bring this information to the Thieves Guild immediately. There's also the matter of your payment. I believe you'll find this more than adequate for your services.”

“Thank you, Lady Maven,” Adi to the reward and tucked it in her satchel. Just as she was about to leave, Maven stopped her. 

“One more thing before you’re dismissed.”

What was she? A servant?

“I remember you from one of Elenwen’s parties a few years ago,” she said, eyes narrowed. “I believe it was the one where a bunch of the Thalmor miraculously dropped dead while on guard. Etienne Rarnis was rescued. You had miraculously disappeared before that happened.”

“I had a job to do.” Adi shrugged. “It was merely a contract.” 

“Hmm,” Maven considered the answer, not breaking eye contact. “There were rumours of the Dragonborn has been there, and there are rumours again of the Dragonborn living in Riften. Would you know anything about that by chance?”

“No, Lady Maven” Adi didn’t dare look away from Maven as she spoke, no matter how much she wanted to. “I wouldn’t.” 

“Alright.” Maven seemed convinced, but Adi wasn’t totally sure. The more time she spent with her, the harder Maven was to read. “You can go now. If I need anything else from you, you’ll hear from Brynjolf.”

Adi gave her a curt nod and left. Lydia was waiting at one of the benches near the door closest to Sapphire and stood up as soon as she saw her Thane. “Ready?”

“Let’s go.” 

Adi was sick of going in through the Ratway now that she could take the shortcut, but she knew no one would take kindly to her bringing her Housecarl in that way without authorization. Not that it was certain, but there was a possibility it could get her kicked out. That was the last thing Adi wanted. 

Walking into the Ragged Flagon, Adi brandished the Honnigbrew Decanter she found behind a locked door in the Meadery and slammed it down in front of Delvin. The thing was heavy, and quite honestly, she was a little annoyed to know that there are rumours about the Dragonborn’s whereabouts. She didn’t want to be exposed that way. “I believe this may be of interest to- oh, hello, Brynjolf.” 

She looked up to see her friend, who had wrapped his arms around her waist without warning. “Hello, lass. Who’s your friend?”

“Lydia, my Housecarl in Whiterun. She expressed an interest in joining.” 

“You just keep attracting recruits.”

“It’s a gift.” she laughed. “Give me a minute while I speak with Delvin, please?”

“I’ll speak with Lydia in the meantime.” 

He let go of Adi, allowing her to turn back to the older Breton. He had since picked up the item and began inspecting it. “Well, well. I was looking for this little beauty. If you happen across any other unusual trinkets like this, be sure and bring them to me. I promise it’ll be worth the effort. I think you’ll find this payment to be more than fair.” 

“Pleasure doing business with you.” Adi took the coin purse, slipping it into her satchel. She joined Brynjolf, who debriefed Lydia on how to join, and pointed her to Vex for a job. When Lydia’s eyeline met where Vex stood, it wasn’t lost on Adi that the Housecarl found her attractive. “Vex is a softie when you get to know her.” 

After a light push, Lydia approached the Imperial woman, and they began talking. “I found what you’re looking for.”

“Did you now?” Adi turned to him, ready to hear about Brynjolf’s results. Looking at him now, though, the Nord looked exhausted. His green eyes were dull and tired, and he had dark circles under his eyes. He clearly hadn’t slept. “You know what? Don’t tell me now. Go home and rest. That’s more important.” 

“But, lass-” 

“It can wait, trust me.” Adi grabbed his hand and walked him to the Cistern. “Either rest here or go back to Riftweald. And stop worrying about me! The job went fine.” 

“You are extremely stubborn.” 

“I learned from the best. Now go.” 

Brynjolf chuckled and brought Adi in for a quick hug before he left the Cistern. Satisfied, Adi waited to ensure he didn’t try to sneak back in and returned to the Cistern. Lydia may have joined the Guild to meddle in her love life, but she was determined to do the same.

#tes: skyrim #skyrim #brynjolf x oc #brynjolf #fanfiction #brynjolf fanfiction #the thieves guild #riften #the thieves guild main quest #the dark brotherhood #maven black briar

[nam-imperii]

Dragons Keep, Riften Reborn

After the war is won and Ulfric is dead, there is the Moot. As predicted, Elisif becomes the new High Queen of Skyrim. Queen Elisif has no idea how to make a battle work but turns out she's wildly loved by the people. Even ex stormcloaks begrudingly ammit that at least she has good intentions, I can't deny that

One of the first projects of Queen Elisif is Dragon Keep, a giant orphanage in Riften where once Hronorall Orphanage stood. The new orphanage is way larger and secured, providing at all the war orphans (which are defintely more than the dozen or so kids we see in game that's a nation we're talking about) a refuge and the chance to be adopted. The Orphanage will also teach the childrens to read, write and basic math and provide occasions to the best brains despite the humble origins. Costance Michel is still there but with the way bigger dimensions of the orphanage she's only assigned to help the original section of the building -the childrens who were under Grelod abuse-

The reborn Thieves Guild, who has returned to the ideals of the Grey Fox under Guildmaster Fa'Ir, protects the orphanage from any corruption, while the Skyrim Legionaries who were recruited during the civil war and have taken the place of Jarl Laia city guard are prtecting the city and the orphange from any exterior danger.

Under Guildmaster and secret Penitus Oculatus agent and infiltrator Fa'Ir, the Thieves Guild becomes a weaponized shield against corruption. Oh they still steal... But their stealing is like the Oblivion times, which quickly gain the support of the population and control crime under a single group with standars on what is crime.

Of course, Jarl Maven Black-Briar is... Relieved and happy to see Riften returning to such fast. Her name is acclaimed as an example of virtue as the Jarl who wiped out corruption and protected the common people. And if this result was reached by being blackmailed by Oculatus agent Fa'Ir who made the guild more powerful than Maven and has some documents who could destroy her... Well that's not something that people has to know. Maven is still well liked and Jarl, she could have got a way worst ending.

Of course, Jarl Black Briar is more than happy of paying the creation of Dragons Keep orphanage with her personal money, as sign of good faith toward Riften and appreciation for the Empire.

Thank you, Jarl Maven! Truly the best leader Riften ever had!

#the elder scrolls #skyrim #headcanon #imperial legion #maven black briar #jar elisif #oc: fa'ir #thieves guild #also dragons keep exists #it's a mod #but the orphanage in-game is in Solitude #I have builded my headcanons for the existance of the place #and merged them with my headcanon for fa'ir and riften #and the thieves guild for good guys mod #also brynjolf adopts a kid

[aworldofendlesswonder]

sometimes i read about orphans on the skyrim wiki and i always start crying at the things they’ll say to the dragonborn if you adopt them but the one that gets me every time is ‘i saw a thalmor the other day. he was really scary!’ like nO MY BABY MY SWEETHEART I WILL PROTECT YOU WITH MY L I F E

#IM SO UPSET HOW DARE THEY SCARE MY LITTLE ANGEL(S) GET OUT OF MY CITY #useless post #skyrim blogging #hearthfire #'do you think i could be a bard? i really like singing' YES BABY YOU CAN BE ANYTHING YOU WANT I BELIEVE IN U I LOVE U #'mister brynjolf said he could teach me a lot of neat things when I'm older' brynjolf stop trying to train my child to be a thief #to hell with alduin im just gonna adopt all the orphans im going turbo-mom #im also gonna kill lemkil and adopt sissel and give her the childhood she DESERVES #and headcanon that my character mothers braith from afar so she stops bullying the other kids for attention #there are probably more im missing but u get my point. my dragonborn is a Mother and will not stop until she has adopted everyone in sight

[argisthebulwark]

i cannot be the only person who thinks bryn would make a fantastic father—

dude YES oh my god i seriously. love it. 

This is partially why my headcanon that the ldb and brynjolf basically become parents for the recruits, especially if they don’t have families before the guild. I also still think about aventus being an adoptable child and joining the guild instead of wanting to be an assassin.

headcanons below instead of actual writing because i am lazy.

The new Thieves Guild recruits probably come from rough backgrounds. They move into the Ragged Flagon and find these two adopted parents who are funny and make sure everyone gets to lessons on time but are also so obviously in love with each other. It started years ago when one homesick recruit accidentally called them ‘mom and dad’ and it stuck. 

Or the Dragonborn coming home from dealing with Astrid and Grelod with Aventus tucked under their arm and announces to Brynjolf that they have a son now. They explain where he came from and why he can’t go back to Honorhall but it only takes a few moments before Brynjolf is seated on the floor of Honeyside asking Aventus what his favorite books are or if he’d like to learn a magic trick. The Dragonborn just watches with tears in their eyes at their wonderful lovable husband. 

“Can I go with Rune on the Windhelm Job?” “Go ask your mom.” “Mom, can I go on the Windhelm Job?” “Did you ask your dad?” i simply love it. 

When the Guild Masters have a child of their own the recruits start to get nervous that they can’t use the 'mom and dad’ nicknames anymore. But when they come into the Cistern with a thoroughly swaddled child and introduce the baby to ‘your whole family, look how many siblings you have!’ their anxiety is settled. 

Brynjolf teaching his children literally every skill he has: map reading, how to string a bow, how to bribe a guard, how to pick a lock, how to throw a rock through a window when lockpicks break, etc. He’s patient and kind and thoughtful as he walks his children through each skill, always so overly proud every time they do something correctly. 

Family Thievery. Brynjolf lifting his child to the top shelves he can’t reach when clearing out a manor, letting them grab the expensive vase or decanter while his spouse watches anxiously from the other side of the room. He has a theory that he won’t get arrested if the guards see how cute his baby is. The Dragonborn does not want to test this theory. 

Brynjolf with a baby strapped to his chest when he’s giving out instructions, trying to be serious despite the way his child is waving and cooing at everyone they talk to. In a few years the same child will follow him around the Cistern mimicking his serious tone and giving pretend jobs to everyone in sight. “Etienne, why aren’t you leading the training I asked you to? The class is waiting.” “Sorry Brynjolf, your kid told me I had to arrange the weapons by how pretty they are.” 

The Dragonborn coming home to Honeyside from an especially stressful day to find Brynjolf and their children asleep in their bed and their heart practically exploding at the sight.

#brynjolf #skyrim #wholesome post for once wow!!!!!! #asks #anon #writing #brynjolf/tld #parents au #brynjolf has time for me au #that could sum up everything i write tbh

[pinkfey]

i am humbly asking for vera facts 🤲🏼

whehehehe i’m so glad u asked 😌

she’s one of my oldest ocs and her real name is verena!! but she switched to vera later on.

she grew up on a small farm with her little brother bram <3 very happy and innocent childhood <3 so naturally her farm was plundered by bandits and she’s the only survivor 😔 or is she 👀

she is not !! while she ran from the ruins of her home believing everyone had been killed, little brother was taken captive and kept in a cage for years in the bandits fortress. and boy oh boy trauma bonding is a terrible thing because he wound up joining them :(( the whiplash of discovering your brother is alive (win) but now calling the men that murdered your parents family (major L)

she got involved in the world of crime pretty quickly, as she was around fourteen when everything went down. bow n arrow is her preferred weapon but she’s versatile 🥴 she did a lot of freelance jobs and mercenary work and became pretty well-known for being a total CUNT but a cunt who gets the job done. she’ll do anything for money.

and anything for clout. girlie LOVES clout. “go tell everyone about how heroic i am. or how awful i am idc lol.” becoming dragonborn was at first very upsetting—she never asked for this—but then she realized the Money she could get out of it and heehee hoohoo that makes her happy :-)

speaking of being a cunt, i write her with lovable bastard energy in mind !! (think: “how can you sleep at night?” “on silk sheets, rolling naked in money.”) she’s very competent and clever and morally ambiguous but when it comes to affairs of the heart she’s reduced to this scared deer in headlights. which isn’t to say her and bryn’s romance isn’t mature!! they come together in a sort of soft clumsy aching climactic way.

oh and brynjolf? she did not drop any hints about having feelings for him all throughout the mercer fray drama even though she knew exactly how whipped he was for her. she’d just ;) it away and at times would avoid him and straight up disappear at times because girlie does NOT do romance, she manipulates and uses men and that’s just how it is <3

and of course bryn was in his pining-yearning-aching era but post-mercer he fully realizes how biased he is towards and suddenly he’s the one vanishing and acting all distant and this makes her sooooooo angry because um HELLO she was the one who recognized her feelings first and worked through them for him and now she’s being IGNORED??? being uno reversed???? how dare he !!!

also one of her biggest secrets is what she does with her various homes in every city 👀 she…….. adopts children. legally she has like. twenty kids. she pays nannies to care for and teach them so she isn’t exactly a “mother” but she’s just happy she can get them off the street. NO ONE can know about them though, not because she doesn’t welcome the praise of being an orphan-savior (or whatever), but because she’s afraid her status as dragonborn would make them a target :(

#leah i am blowing u the biggest kiss MWAH #i never talk about her but she’s in my top ten ocs #it was surprisingly hard to come up with quick fun facts bc there’s just. So much vera lore. #ilysm thank youuuuuuu 💕💕💕💕 #letters #arklay #ch: vera

[hellpmeimobsessed]

Samrafi

(I’m putting Samrafi under a read more because she has done a LOT)

Name: Samrafi Race: Bosmer/Wood Elf Age: 180 Height: 5'6 Weight: 175 lbs Eyes: Red Hair: Black Companions/Allies/Friends: Cicero, Lucien LaChance, Erandur, Marcurio (Husband), Teldryn Sero,  Ralis Sedarys, Faendal, Ondolemar, Niruin, Talvas Fathryon, Neloth Telvanni, Captain Veleth, Ravyn Imyan, Revyn Sadri, Brand-Shei, Enthir, Nelacar, Ancarion, Garthar, Jenassa. Family: Marcurio (Husband), Sofie, Lucia (Adopted daughters), Dianah (Mother, Hero of Kvatch), Lucien LaChance (Alleged Uncle), Vicente Valtieri (Alleged Father). Guilds: The Dark Brotherhood, Theives Guild, Dawnguard. Worships: Sithis. Champion of: Sheogorath, Sanguine, Clavicus Vile, Hermaeus Mora (rejected), Boethiah, Meridia. Nicknames: Sam (only to her closest allies), Listener, Guild Mistress, Lass (Brynjolf only), Sister Elf (Faendal only), Boss (Teldryn Sero, Ralis Sedarys, Jenassa only), My love (Marcurio only), Mother, Matron of Mer (supposed). Primary Weapon(s): Bow and arrow, Ebony bow and Dwarven Arrows.

BACKSTORY/THE DARK BROTHERHOOD Samrafi is the daughter of the Hero of Kvatch and Lucien LaChance's former Silencer, Dianah. Neither have shared their last name in order to protect each other and any other relatives they had. Samrafi grew up with Dark Brotherhood teachings, and stayed faithful. She idolizes the Cheydinhal sanctuary members, and grew up hearing stories mostly of Lucien LaChance, Vicente Valtieri, Ocheeva and Teinaava, and was taught archery by her unnamed step-father. She is a very stubborn and edgy Mer, but should she take a liking to you, you will quickly find she is protective, caring, even a motherly type. She is a ruthless killer, when under contract, outside of that she cares very much for the people around her, and would do anything to protect them. She had planned to do everything alone, but after the events that unfolded during her time with the Dark Brotherhood, she brought Cicero and Lucien everywhere, and cherishes and even spoils Shadowmere. Since she grew up with older Brotherhood teachings, she knew the Five Tenets forwards and backwards, reciting them dramatically to Astrid before driving the Blade of Woe into her neck to 'silence her traitorous mouth'. She cares not for what Sithis does to her in the void, her fire fueled simply by the loss of her only family after her mother turned into Sheogorath. She spared Cicero for many reasons, the top among them being that Lucien was specifically telling her Sithis did not want Cicero dead, she had grown rather fond of the Keeper, and what Astrid had asked her to do was against the Tenets.

THE MIND OF MADNESS She had heard rumors of the Pelagius wing in Solitude during her brief time there, and decided to investigate. She was in shock as Sheogorath continued to recount the very stories her mother had recited to her; it was then she realized he used to be her mother. Saying nothing, with tears in her eyes by the end of the ordeal, she graciously accepted the Wabbajack and became champion of Sheogorath.

THE THIEVES GUILD She had hoped to find a new family with less murder involved in the Thieves Guild, and all was going well and smoothly, until yet another betrayal, this time by Mercer Frey, had occurred. She was eerily calm as the events unfolded, until she faced Mercer Frey, immediately disarming him and beating him to death with her bow. She had attempted to drown herself upon the collapse, only to be thwarted by Brynjolf dragging her out, completely oblivious to her suicide attempt, and she kept it that way until she became Guild Master.

FAILURES She considers her greatest failures, although few, to not being able to save Malborn during her mission to find more details about the Thalmor and the dragons, although saving Etienne Rarnis was a success, not acting on Astrid's obvious betrayal sooner, and not telling her mother, now Sheogorath, that she loved them and knew it was her.

DAWNGUARD She later joined the Dawnguard to kill vampires and keep her friends and family safe after she had to ride Shadowmere to the brink of any normal horses collapse when Faendal had contracted the first stage of vampirism during a random attack, but ended up helping Serana despite everything. Samrafi, however, left Serana and her mother, Valerica, in the Soul Cairn for two days among finding out they worshipped Molag Bal and had put Serana through such a ritual. After making peace with the fact that what was done was done, she returned and helped mother and daughter, discorporating the dragon Durnehviir in the process, and gaining the dragons respect, even helping him in his final and only wish to fly in the skies of Tamriel again, at first convincing herself it was only for the shout he could teach her, later on forgoing the notion and summoning him simply while travelling to give him freedom, even summoning him in Solstheim. She also aided Saint Jiub find his pages for his Opus, and informed Teldryn Sero what had happened to him after he mentioned the very question, bringing Jiubs Opus as proof. She didn't want to kill Arch-Curate Vyrthur, especially after learning he was betrayed by Auriel and allowed to turn into a vampire, but orders were orders, and he hadn't ceased his attempts to kill them, and so he fell to the ice sheet below after she landed the killing shout. They retrieved Auriels bow from Gelebor, who she frequently visits with books from her own library, and having hours-long talks with him about the history of Mer.

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER After the events of the Thieves Guild, she went to the Bannered Mare in Whiterun, where she had first called home, to drink her sorrows away, only to be approached by a man named Sam Guivene, only to later find out at the end of the run aroud he had sent her on whilst intoxicated, that he was the Daedric Prince Sanguine, and had little time to reject Sanguines Rose once it was in her hands before she was sent back to Tamriel, Rose in hand, with Lucien snickering at her upon her return. She still hasn't convinced him she had no sexual affairs during her drunkness, especially not with the Daedric Prince, but Lucien continuously uses the Roses mere presence as his evidence.

MARRIED WITH KIDS She had no intent, nor did she think it was possible, for her to settle down and have a husband, or wife, or kids! But when she met Marcurio, she didn't know how to feel. She knew, obviously, how she felt about him, her mother had told her and described in detail what it felt like to be in love, but she didn't know how to say it, or even know if he felt the same. While on an adventure just roaming around the Pale with Cicero, they had stumbled upon a tent with an Amulet of Mara in it not too far from the Dawnstar sanctuary. She took it as a sign that her and Marcurio were meant for each other and wore the amulet around him to see if he'd take notice. When he did, she was ecstatic, and when they both confessed, they immediately headed to Riften to arrange their marriage. She had bought Proudspire Manor in Solitude not even a week before she got married to Marcurio, and they moved in immediately. Marcurio began running a store, selling whatever Samrafi found during her travels, and when she came home one day, she found Marcurio stressed and tense. When she finally found out what was wrong, being that Marcurio had wanted children, but he knew Samrafi's opinion on them, he hadn't wanted to ask, but it was eating him up inside. Samrafi admitted she hadn't even thought being married was an option for her, and they agreed to try for a child. Samrafi found out she was pregnant three weeks after her and Marcurio had begun trying, they were ecstatic, Marcurio had cried and thanked her for the opportunity to be a father what seemed like a million times. Samrafi was pregnant for three months until she had a miscarriage and found out if Samrafi tried for another child again, that even if she managed to carry a baby to full term, giving birth would most likely kill her, Dragonborn or not. That took a heavy toll on them both. The Dragonborn was nowehere to be found for another month before they started adventuring again, slowly coming back around to the happiness they felt when they were first married. While visiting Riften, Samrafi had visited the orphanage her assassin career began in, and was handed a pamphlet with details about adopting a child. She went back home to Marcurio, mentioning it, and he was more than happy about the idea, when Sofie had come running from the hallway, immediately latching onto Samrafi's leg and asking her if he was her new father. Marcurio realised she had already adopted Sofie from Windhelm, as they had run into the girl before when Samrafi had bought many of her flowers while there, and always bought her dinner and toys whenever they were in Windhelm. Marcurio was overjoyed and more than happy to accept her as his daughter. Not even two months later had Marcurio brought home Sofia, consulting Samrafi before going to adopt her and welcoming her to her new family. She even had a sister!

DRAGONBORN After a good while of being settled in, Samrafi was attacked by a group of Cultists who claimed she wasn't the true Dragonborn, that someone named Miraak was, and she immediately sailed off to Solstheim after informing her family that she was needed elsewhere. It was in the Retching Netch she had met Teldryn Sero, who she had hired to help guide her around Solstheim and teach her about the unique threats that Solstheim had to throw at her. Despite the Reaver Pirates, Ash Spawn and Netch, she hated Ash Hoppers the most. During her travels with Teldryn, she had met Neloth Telvanni, whom she had heard much about, and she had helped him with his tower, finding a steward and removing his former apprentice from the mortal plane. In turn, he had gone to Nchardak with her to find the Black Book of Hermaus Mora. She still helps him with finding heartstones to this day, and participated in a few experiments. She had even stopped a planned assassin of the Jarl, taking down a branch of the Morag Tong, the only competitors of The Dark Brotherhood, and members of House Hlaalu, winning over the Jarl's favor and earning a property in Solstheim, to which she offered to Teldryn Sero while she was gone, if he would lend his services to her when she returned.

UNEARTHED She had run the gauntlet of defeating Miraak and emerged victorious, and in her adventuring to find every location Solstheim had to offer, even climbing one of four of it's great mountains, she stumbled across Ralis Sedarys digging all on his own at Kolbjorn Barrow. She had offered and funded his expedition, informing him that she needed to return home, but if he needed any more assistance or more funding for the expedition, he should write her. On the docks of Solstheim, Captain Veleth, Councilor Morvayn and Teldryn Sero saw her off, however Teldryn Sero had declined to stay at Severin Manor, instead asking to accompany Samrafi to Skyrim, claiming he was bored of Solstheim. She agreed and brought him along with her, paying for his fair, obviously. She had made multiple trips back to Solstheim, opting to instead put Teldryn on babysitting duty while she brought Marcurio to Solstheim, to which Teldryn quickly shot the idea down, claiming he was no good with kids and would gladly return to Solstheim for the trip instead. After defeating the Dragon Priest Ahzidal, who was evidently found buried in Kolbjorn, something she found out far too late when Teldryn had stumbled upon the book titled 'The Descent of Ahzidal' while travelling to the barrow, they hastened their travel, knowing Ralis was well in over his head and fearing him dead, the adrenaline and fear of a repeat scenario with Cicero, fearing for worse results of not being there in time to save him, brought her to a sprint not even Teldryn could keep up with, she had actually cried out when Ralis was sent flying into the nearest wall as Ahzidal erupted into the chamber, and scrambled over to him once the Priest was defeated, she swore and made Teldryn swear not to tell a soul about what happened, knowing full well about not being in control of your actions when Brynjolf had been possessed to fight Karliah when facing Mercer Frey, and knew the regret Brynjolf still held, she offered to protect him so long as he travelled with her, to which he agreed. By the time their adventuring together was coming to a close, Samrafi offered either Honeyside in Riften or Severin Manor for Ralis to stay in, Ralis chose Severin Manor, and Samrafi saw him off to the docks and secretly payed for his fair and for Captain Gjalund to give him back his money plus the extra she gave him for Ralis when he got to shore. A week later she got a letter from Ralis thanking her for a new start and that he had received the money, and should she ever need his services again, he would be more than happy to oblige.

BLOOD ON THE ICE During the Butcher's reign of terror in Windhelm, Samrafi grew extremely frustrated with how many women had been slaughtered under her watch, and had even tried to protect his final victim, but she payed him back in kind by catching him and slicing his throat open, allowing him to die slowly and painfully, in as much fear as they did.

AVOIDANCES AND DISLIKES/IN THE END She doesn't care for being a vampire like her mother, nor does she wish to be stricken with Lycanthropy, she avoids the Companions due to both rumors of them being werewolves, and being too morally high for a Mer like her, and she has no wish to turn around now. She takes being Dragonborn with much pride, winning the Civil War for the Imperials with even more pride, but most of all she is proudest in managing to keep all of her family and friends safe, and will continue to do so, but pray for Sithis to have mercy on your soul should you find yourself on the other end of her bow.

#oc samrafi #wood elf #bosmer #the dark brotherhood #the thieves guild

[gaming-thoughts-by-an-idiot]

"I do, I am married, bootiful woman, protecc."

"What? Oh right. I have children, yes."

"Currently have five kids... wheres the vamp kids, yall going to the orphanage."

"Bye tom"

"Where the girl at"

"I'm on a hunt for children to send them to an orphanage"

*bursts out laughing* "omg"

"No but srly, where the child at"

"I'm so sure I had two vampire kids..."

"Let's see if the vampire boy got sent to the orphanage"

"Srly, I swear I had a vampire girl"

"Omg I just walked into a herd of guards"

"Do the vampire kids know they're vampires"

"Yesss, Tom the vampire child is gone"

"Guess I'll tell my human children we're moving to riften"

"Uh... wheres my kids"

"I am confusion"

"I wonder... no... but what if..."

"?!? The kids are here? How?"

"I hear a dog"

"Tom is still here? Uh, sure"

"!!Bella!! Vampire child!"

"I sent her to the orphanage"

"The sound also scared my cat awake"

"Or was Tom human? No I think hes... fuck, I gotta google this"

"Tom is a mod, yea."

"No Brynjolf, I dont want to join your club yet"

"I killed the uh, dude that says "kill me", and now imma adopt one kid"

"I adopted Sissel, sucks to be her twin, the bully."

"Why dont the MOD kids leave?"

"I'm trying again"

"Ok it looks like hes leaving"

"This is weird"

"I dont wanna reset my wife"

"I gotta check my mods..."

"Removing the vampire children, just to see..."

"Aah partysnacks, hes judging me"

#gaming #skyrim #the elder scrolls skyrim #relatable gaming thoughts

[padomaicocean]

Free to Good Home - Part 2

Tsiyuzi has been alone on the streets of Riften since her parents passed away. Luckily for her, some members of a local crime syndicate have hearts of gold.

I forgot to post this here, also avaible on AO3

Part 1

Brynjolf carried Yuzi into the pub, the door banging shut behind them. Several pairs of eyes turned to look at them curiously. Yuzi met all of them carefully before hiding her face.

Within the bar sat a Redguard woman, a blond Imperial, a bald man, a Nordic barkeep, a large Imperial man and, and a pair of Dunmer. They wall watched with great interest as Brynjolf continued towards the bar, setting the Khajiit down on a stool by the counter. Yuzi looked around nervously, locking eyes with the Dunmer who studied her carefully. She quickly turned away looking up at Brynjolf. He smiled, giving her a pat on the head.

"Vekel. Can I get something for the lass to eat?" He leaned on to the bar, speaking to the other Nord.

Vekel met his eyes with raised brows, shrugging his shoulders as he turned to grab some bread and cheese for her. "I assume it's going on your tab?"

Brynjolf grinned. "Aye. Thanks." He stood up and looked down at Yuzi. "You just sit here and eat, alright? I need to ask a favour of someone."

Yuzi slowly nodded watching him walk towards the blond woman. Yuzi turned back as a plate was placed in front of her. Vekel looked at her with mild interest, meeting her blue eyes. He gave her a soft smile and Yuzi slowly smiled back at him.

"Thank you for the food, sir!" She said earnestly, reaching out to eat the cheese and bread. Yuzi winced as her sore wrist twinged. She lowered her hand reaching out with the other to bring the cheese to her mouth.

Yuzi heard a curious hum from behind her but shrugged it off. She began to eat ravenously, quickly finishing the cheese and reaching for the bread.

"Slow down, kid. Food isn't going anywhere."

Yuzi lifted her head in surprise, meeting the eyes of the blond Imperial. She pulled out the stool sitting next to her. Yuzi slowly returned to munching on the bread, watching her new companion carefully.

"My name is Vex. Brynjolf tells me you're called Yuzi?" The woman smirks watching the kid nod along while eating, keeping her gaze fixed down at the food.

Vex studied the way the small Khajiit was eating. "Yuzi, is your hand bothering you?"

Pausing, the Khajiit turned to look at Vex then down at her other arm. She slowly nodded and Vex prompted her to hand her arm over. Yuzi set the food down and let Vex take hold of her arm gently, studying her wrist. The Imperial gave a hum, her brow furrowed.

Reaching into one of the pockets attached to her vest, Vex produced some ointment. Gently she rubbed Yuzi's wrist while she watched with interest, wincing slightly as the cold ointment met her skin under her fur. The woman gave a hum finally releasing her wrist.

"There. It's just a bruise but that should help the pain a bit." Vex smirked at the Khajiit who studied her wrist in wonder and then looked at Vex with a wide smile.

"Thank you!" She turned back to her food, peeking at Vex as if expecting her to step in and then began to eat again in earnest, eager to finish her meal.

By now most of the guild was watching closely, curious about the apparent stray Brynjolf adopted. Yuzi paid no mind, too focused on her first meal in days.

As she finished, Vex finally spoke again. "You smell like a skeever. Come on, let's get you cleaned up with some soap." She stood up reaching a hand out to Yuzi, who grabbed it gently, hopping off the stool. "Devlin. Don't follow us." The Imperial sent a glare towards the bald man at a far table, who rolled his eyes.

"I ain't got no interest peeping on you and the cat."

Vex sneered, "good, make it a habit." She looked to Yuzi and began to guide her back through the Cistern.

Yuzi looked back at the bar worriedly, quickly spotting Brynjolf speaking to the two Dunmer. He looked up and waved at her with a smile. Yuzi waves back, her worry not leaving her as Vex guided her out of sight.

Vex continued on taking her back to the ladder that led back to Riften. Yuzi looked at it warily and looked at the Imperial.

"Wait here." She wandered away to some of the beds, searching through a chest before producing a small satchel. She walked back over to Yuzi and gave her a nudge. "Up you go."

The Khajiit frowned looking up the ladder and then back at Vex.

"I'm not kicking you out. Now come on. You stink and need a bath like no one's business." Vex rolled her eyes, nudging her a little harder.

Yuzi shuffled forward grabbing the ladder and slowly began to haul herself up with careful steps. At the top she bonked her head and let out a whine, pushing the door she hit her head on up and open. She crawled out, dragging herself through the mud into the secret entrance.

Vex had quickly climbed after her and snorted at what she saw. "Good thing you're getting a bath since you're looking a little muddier somehow "

She reached and pulled the chain so the plate above them moved back. Taking Yuzi's hand she guided her out into the open air, slowly taking around to slip out the front gates of the city. She continued down the main road, guiding them past the farms towards a quiet, unpopulated part of the lake surrounding Riften.

Stopping on the shore, Vex set down her satchel and slowly stripped out of her clothes reaching for Yuzi. "Come now. Take your clothes off so we can get you clean."

Yuzi slowly pulled her dirty tunic and pants off, while Vex grabbed some soap and stepped into the cool water. Yuzi slowly wadded after her crouching into the water. Vex slowly began to scrub some soap on her hands and across Yuzi's face. Removing the muck and grime that had built up for the past few days.

Vex smiled softly as the grime was slowly but surely washed away. She continued rubbing soap through her hair. "You have a lot of hair you know… More than just the fur."

Yuzi blinked in surprise as Vex finished cleaning her off. "Okay dunk down to rinse. I brought some new clothes so let's change and head back. "

Yuzi nodded dunking under the water to rinse any left over soap off before following after Vex. She changed into the new clean clothes and shook her hair out. The Imperial laughed and pulled out a brush from the satchel.

"Alright. Come sit down here." Vex patted her lap as she sat on the beach. Yuzi padded over taking a seat on her lap, relaxing as Vex pulled the brush through her long, curly hair. Yuzi began to purr, fully content.

Vex smiled, brushing gently. She examined Yuzi's light flame point fur, and long brown hair with wonder. She never would've guessed that a grimey homeless kid would clean up like this.

As she finished, she took notice of Yuzi's continued purring but also the droopy eyes. She gave a snort. "Up you go kid. You still gotta walk back."

Yuzi nodded slowly, standing up and reaching for Vex's hand as she was guided back into Riften. They slipped in just as easily, making their way back to the Thieves Den with no issues.

Brynjolf was waiting for them as they descended the ladder. The two Dunmer chatted with him while he waited. He turned as Vex hopped down the ladder and snagged Yuzi as she got closer, looking like she was about to pass out and tumble down.

"Sorry, Dubhyn, Ribyna. I'll put the little one to bed. We can continue later." He nodded stepping over to Vex. He studied the orange Khajiit and smiled. "Well. Looks like someone is ready to sleep."

Yuzi gave a slow nod, reaching her arms up at Brynjolf. He blinked in surprise before smiling and scooping her up into his arms. He carried her over to one of the cots, lying her out and pulling the blanket under her chin.

Yuzi blinked up at him drowsily. "Thank you…" she mumbled, yawning and closing her eyes.

Brynjolf smiled, brushing hair off her forehead. "No need, lass." He patted her head with a firm gentle hand. "I put your things in the chest at the end of your bed okay? Sleep well."

Yuzi nodded again, barely awake anymore as she drifted out to sleep comfortably and safely for the first time in days.

Brynjolf smiled down at her, slowly rising to his feet and walking away to take care of business regarding the Guild's newest member.

#my writing #tes #tes:skyrim #oc: Tsiyuzi #tes fanfiction #completed fic

[lenavonschweetz]

Blind...for a Thief - 3

Brynjolf x Female Dragonborn

Synopsis: Velina was not a woman for marriage. She didn’t believe it was for love, but for safety and convenience in the harsh world of the Nords. At least she didn’t believe in love until she met that infuriating, oblivious, and handsome thief.

Warnings: Unrequited Love (?), Oblivious men are oblivious, Adopted Children, Marriage proposals, fuck Bryn and his sexy accent

A/N: I wrote this one several years back, but it’s still one of my favorites to this day.  Decided I’ll fix it up and post it to Tumblr because why not.  Enjoy!

⏪ Part 2

The people of Riften never ceased to comfort Velina.  The normal crowd at the Bee and Barb, for instance, were probably her favorite.  Upon entering the establishment, she was met with many patrons who were more than overjoyed to see her.  Telen-Jei was upon her table within a moment, a fresh Cliff Racer in hand.

"Lady Velina!"  The Argonian smiled his usual toothy grin as he placed a hand on her shoulder.  "We were worried about you!  After the well blew up, we didn't see you for days."  The Nord chuckled at his admirable concern.

"I'm quite alright, Telen-Jei, I assure you.  I just needed out of town for a while."  Grabbing the flagon he had brought her, she poured herself a drink.

"Well...you're back now."  He pats her shoulder joyfully before walking away to tend to the other patrons.

There was a moment of silence that enveloped the Dragonborn as she was left to her drink.  This didn't last long, however, as in a moment the chair across from her was pulled out and a lithe figure filled it.  A quick glance at her vampiric follower confirms she won't be able to drink in peace.

"Alright," she sighed putting her drink on the table.  "I'll bite. What's the smirk for?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."  Serana bit at her lip, obviously trying to hide the smile that played there.  All she got in return from the Dragonborn was a blank stare.

"Uh-huh.  Would you care to fill me in as to why you let the very man who is currently the very bane of my existence into my house, to eat my food, and then play with my child?"  The smile on the vampire's face became harder to tame as the Dragonborn stared her down.  She was never able to intimidate her for some reason.  The woman had seen Velina behead bandits, disintegrate mages, and absorb the life force of multiple dragons.  Yet when she tried to turn her rage to the vampire it never seemed to scare her.  Never seemed to stay, either.  For some reason, she could never stay mad at her.

"Are you kidding me?  Why wouldn't I?"

"Perhaps you've forgotten, but he refused my proposal."

"Perhaps you've forgotten, but you're in love with him."  Velina sputtered at the response.

"Serana, it doesn't matter if I'm in love with him, he doesn't want me."  Serana scoffed as if she knew something Velina didn't.

"In all the time that I've known you, I've never known you to give up."

"Yes, well it's easier to cut a man in two than it is to figure out the inner workings of his mind."  Serana belly laughed at that, causing several heads to turn their way.

"Well, I do have to agree with you there!"  She nodded over toward the mage who sat at the opposite end of the tavern, conversing with a particularly drunken traveler.  "He's been courting me for weeks, that one."  Velina turned her attention back to the women opposite her, though Serana stayed focused on Marcurio.  The way she looked at him...well it was safe to say that Velina had never seen the vampire look at anyone that way.  "I think we're both too scared of what might happen.  A vampire and a wizard?  Who are we kidding?"  Her piercing eyes turned to Velina now.  The Nord almost jumped at their intensity.  "But you and Brynjolf?  There's something there.  Call it intuition, wishful thinking, or the wisdom that comes with living as long as I have.  Whatever it is, I know you two are meant to be together.  You'll figure something out."

A comfortable silence settled over them once more and Velina took the opportunity to throw back another gulp of the sharp liquid.

"Do you want me to take Kjorn off your hands for the night?  Let you get some rest, and think everything through?"  Velina choked on the liquid at Serana's offer.

"Oh, Serana I couldn't ask you to do that."

"Perfect, because you're not asking.  I'm offering."  The familiar kind smile spread across the vampire's lips.  "I've already rented a room for the night, I promise I'll get him to bed on time.  Marcurio said he'd be more than happy to entertain him down here for a few hours.  You know how the kid loves his magic."  She winked.  It was true.  Though Velina was no master sorcerer, the kid always went crazy for the little magic she could do.  His head would surely explode at one of Serana or Marcurio's shows.  "Iona is off visiting her cousin in Shor's Stone and won't be back until at least tomorrow afternoon.  The house is all yours.  And if you need anything, you know where we are."

Velina bit the inside of her lip as she blinked rapidly to keep the tears from spilling over.  Looking anywhere but at Serana she choked for merely a moment.

"I...Thank you, Serana."

"Hey, anytime."  She rose now, no doubt going to rejoin her lover who was in the midst of a loud disagreement of the 'dangers of magic' with the drunken traveler.  "I need to stop him before he hurts someone.  Or himself."  She chuckles for a moment, sobering only when she looks back to her mortal friend.  "Velina," she pauses as she looks back, "it's not over.  He technically never said no."  With a wink she was gone, leaving the Nord alone at the table for the second time.

By 5 p.m. Kjorn was out the door with an overnight sack, his wooden sword, and a small stuffed cave bear that Velina had made from the pelt of a particularly hard kill.  He had hugged the bear tight, before pushing it up towards Velina for her to kiss it goodbye.  After she pecked the bear on the nose, she kissed Kjorn on his, then sent them on their way.

It was quieter now than she thought she'd ever heard the home.  The pot wasn't bubbling with Iona or Serana's constant cooking, and there were no sounds of play wafting up from her son's room.  She plopped down on her expensive mattress, the furs warming her skin as she nustled into them and sleep begins to tickle at her eyes.  For once, the house was completely and utterly quiet.

And damn it, she was going to take advantage of it.

When the knock rang through her home the first time, she didn't so much as stir.  Though she had only laid down for an hour, she had slept better than she had in several nights.  Possibly even weeks.  The second time the knock pounded - louder now - the Dragonborn shot up with an unladylike grunt as she struggled to remember what day it was and where she had ended up.  After a few moments of regaining her bearings, she stretched and rose from the bed.

"I heard ya!"  She hollered as she pulled a cotton dress over her bare skin and a third sequence of knocking echoes in the home.  She never did sleep as well as she did nude.  But of course, it was quite difficult to do when your bed lies in the center of the entire house, and you live with not only a child but also your housecarl.

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she makes her way to the entryway and sighs in her last moments of solitary before opening the door.  The sight that meets her tired eyes leads her to think she may still be dreaming.

"Brynjolf?"  She asked in shock at the nervous Nord in her doorway.

He was in the fine blue clothing she'd met him in that first day in the market, and his white teeth were grinning brightly at her.

"Hello there, lass.  Mind if I come in?"

Finding herself mute, she stepped to the side and raised her hand for him to enter.

"Bryn, what are you doing here?"  She asked, wrapping her arms around herself.  She suddenly felt very naked in front of him.

"Well lass, I came by to apologize.  I was a bit of an ass earlier, and I wanted to make it up to you."  As he spoke, he placed a bag she hadn't seen him holding down on the table.

"O-oh?  How's that?"  As always, the flirtatious tone behind his words wore at her weak spot for him.  Pull yourself together!

"By cooking you dinner."  He stated simply as he pulled various vegetables and meats out of the sack.

"Excuse me?"  That took her aback.  Yes, Serana and Iona both cooked for her, but they lived with her.  Iona was her housecarl, and no matter how many times Velina told her otherwise, Serana felt indebted to her.  Brynjolf owed her nothing.  Yet here he was, already gliding through the kitchen as if it were his own.

"Well...you did shout the roof off of our hideout and cornered me in the training wing.  I've never known you to lose your temper that way unless someone is about to die.  I figured some tender care would do you good."  Hot shame licked at the base of her skull, trailing all down her neck and she desperately tries to brush the whole ordeal off.

"Oh Brynjolf, you don't have t-"

"I want to."  He cut her off, that lazy smile painted across his face.  As always when he looked at her that way, her chest heated as her heart began to beat quickly.  But to have him in her home, taking care of her?  Well...he was certainly awaking the woman in her.

She hadn't quite realized how much she'd taken on.  The weight of saving the world, of leading the Guild, and being a mother.  It wasn't easy.  All too soon she found herself dropping her head into her hands to relax as the smell of something wonderful filled her kitchen.

Suddenly, strong hands found their way to her shoulders and she nearly jumped out of her skin.

"Whoa, lass!"  Brynjolf soothed as rubbed at the knots in her shoulders.  "S'just me." He whispered in her ear as his fingers worked the tension from her body.  It would seem that his lithe fingers weren't only gifted for pickpocketing, though she had no doubt his training from the guild helped here as well.  I wonder how they would feel between my-

Velina couldn't stop the moan that escaped her throat.  Her eyes shot open instantly, all the blood rushing to her pale cheeks.

"What was that?"  She could just hear the smirk in his voice as his thumbs rubbed at the base of her skull.

"Uh..I...it feels good."  She mumbled dumbly, furious with herself for not coming up with anything better than her stuttering excuse.

"Mmm, I know lass."  Again, his chin rested upon her shoulder, his breath teasing at her ear.  "I know."

"You won't burn your food?"  She questioned suddenly, thinking of anything to get those glorious fingers away from her before she did something stupid.

"Aye, I should get back to that, shouldn't I?"  She nodded silently, watching him closely as he returned to the pot over her fire.  Stirring slowly in the tight shirt he wore gave Velina a perfect show of all the muscles in his back.  Carved from years of stealth and knife-wielding, no doubt.  She watched them flex with each pass of the wooden spoon and let her eyes travel down his arms.  He truly had beautiful hands.

She recalled the first time she'd seen him pick a lock.  It was one that had refused to open for her, and when she almost roared in frustration, Brynjolf had placed a finger to her lips.  "Allow me."  He'd whispered, crawling forward to the chest.  Pulling forth a lock pick, he slid it in along with his tension wrench.  In almost an instant their ears were met with that delightful click and Velina's jaw fell open.  He had worked quickly and silently, his fingers falling into a rhythm that could've hypnotized her.  She wanted those fingers against her face.  Cradling her jaw as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear...

"Here we are!"  Brynjolf announced as he placed a wooden bowl before her.  She had almost jumped as she was pulled from her thoughts.  Oh sweet Talos, please tell me I'm not blushing.  "Well, dig in.  Tell me what you think."  Eyeing him carefully, she raised the spoon to blow on the steaming liquid and only tried to guess what all ingredients she was seeing for only a moment before taking the first bite.  Immediately, she was overcome by a sensation of savory flavors that would rival even Iona's cooking.

"Oh my goodness...this is divine, what is it?"

"Me Mam's rabbit stew."  He confessed, almost sheepishly.  "Old family recipe.  Guarantee you've never had anything like it, and likely aren't t'again!"

"This is the best rabbit stew I've ever tasted."  She gushed as she brought another spoonful to her lips.  She almost moaned again.  Almost.  "Did she teach you to cook?"  The smile that graced his face at the mention of his mother warmed Velina's heart.

"Aye, she did.  It's not exactly something I go around telling everyone in the Guild though, so this is our little secret, ya?  Delvin would never let me hear the end of it."  Giggling, she nodded.

"Our little secret."

After several minutes of comfortable, delicious silence, Velina has all but inhaled the stew along with a few sips of mead to help it along.  If she weren't so intensely aware of her right hand's eyes on her, she would probably have licked the bowl as well.  Instead, she breaks the silence once more.

"So, 'Mister Brynjolf',"  She rolls the nickname between her teeth, placing the empty bowl down on the table to tent her fingers beneath her chin.  "Would you care to tell me why you took it upon yourself to teach my son to be a thief?"

Brynjolf's thunderous laughter filled the room, and Velina would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy it immensely.

"Oh, Velina I don't know what you're talking about."  He takes a pull from his mead cup with a chuckle.  Her bottom lip catches, a smile barely concealed as she leans back in her chair with a knowing smile and a cocked brow.

"Oh no?  'Mister Brynjolf said he could teach me a lot of neat things!'"  She mimicked her son, the warm flutter of alcohol loosening the typically stoic Dragonborn.

"When he's older!"  He objected good-heartedly, chuckling.

"Ah, sure.  Is that why he's suddenly so good with a dagger?"  She questioned, putting her now empty mug on the table.

"Well, with a mother like you I'm sure he's got quite a gift.  That kind of grace must come easily to him."  Once again, she was blushing.  Though she wasn't sure if it was from the drink or the company.

"Oh, flattery won't work here.  Believe me, he doesn't really take after his mother."

"Really?  That's not what I've gathered.  A quick study, smart as a whip...and loud too."  He winked.  "Why he's just like ya!"

"Well, that's exactly my point."  She confessed.  "He's not actually mine."  His brow furrows about half a million questions flitting over his handsome face.

"Whatdya mean, lass?" The laughter had fled the thief's eyes, replaced by something sweeter. Concern, perhaps?

"He's actually my sister's son."  She confessed.  "She passed away in childbirth, and her no-good bastard husband left with another woman not a week after her death."  Though it wasn't the most pleasant memory, even just being in Brynjolf's company gave her some comfort.  "Dropped Kjorn in my lap and fled to only the Divines know where.  I think he meant it to actually ruin my life."  She laughed.  "He never liked me.  Jokes on him though!  Kjorn is the greatest gift I've ever received!"

"Hmm...that explains the ears."  Brynjolf chuckled quietly, Velina nodded as she laughed as well.

"Oh aye, if you'd seen her you'd know.  He looks more like her than me.  No, he ain't mine.  I've never even lain with a Dunmer!"

"No?"  Brynjolf asked, quite intrigued.

"Oh, gods no!  All the Dumner men I've ever met have been right bastards.  But to each their own.  For the most part, my bed has entertained pretty boring company."

"I never would've guessed it entertained any company."  He jested with a wink.

"Hey!  I ain't no virgin!"  She cried, almost offended.  "I've had plenty of lovers, thank you very much.  Like you have any room to talk.  I'm sure you've stolen plenty of women's hearts, or at least their beds."

"Oh, you're right there!"  Both of them laughed heartily as Brynjolf described one tight squeeze in his much younger days where he slept with the young wife of Jarl Dengeir, before his nephew became Jarl of Falkreath.  "It's not like I didn't know who she was."  He confessed.  "We were in their bed when he came back from some hunting trip or other.  I had to hide under the bed for hours before the old skeever fell asleep!"  Velina was howling by now, close to pounding her fist on the table as a drunken Brynjolf explained everything with his hands for good measure.  "As if that weren't bad enough, the little harpy had hidden my leathers somewhere in that damned longhouse.  Ran halfway across Skyrim, naked as a babe before finally stumbling across some bandits.  Let me tell you, fightin' in the nude is no' somethin' I'd suggest."

"That was you?!"  Velina hollered, giggles escaping her as she struggled to get the words out. "You were the red-maned streaker! Brynjolf, you were the first man I ever saw nude!"  It was Brynjolf's turn to flush red.  He sputtered in embarrassment as her eyes raked over him.  Who was she to be embarrassed now?  She'd seen him, after all.

"Oh?  Well, the Guild still hasn't let it go.  They still talk of how I showed up in some scalded horn armor much too small for me, and smelling of death.  Tonilia charged me almost double to replace my damn guild armor, the little shite.  Ah, well.  Delvin will come to my aid from time to time, and remind them that "it was Brynjolf who bedded the Jarl's wife none of you sorry damn lot!'"

"Well was she at least any good?"  The thief shrugged, looking as if he'd tasted something foul.

"To tell you the truth, no.  She'd been with the old codger too long, I don't even think she remembered how to properly make love!"  The Dragonborn giggled, noticing with delight the way he lit up when she smiled.  She hoped it wasn't her imagination.  "Oh, and don't you think I missed what you said, lass.  What do you mean boring company 'for the most part'."

Ok, now she was red.

"Oh, there's a tale behind this.  Well, out with it, Luv!"

"I-" Luv?  She does her best to ignore the uptick in her heartbeat at the pet name.  "Well...I haven't been with a Dunmer, no, but I have been with...Mer before."

"You've slept with an Altmer, haven't you?"  He snickered, well aware of Velina's feelings on the high elves.  Her nose scrunches up in the most delightfully disgusted way, and Brynjolf looks far too pleased with himself.

"No!"  She snapped in defense, though he could tell she wasn't lying.  He purses his lips, nodding as he calculates the remaining possibilities.

"Alright, then no Dunmer, and no Altmer.  Bosmer?"

Biting her lip, Velina looked anywhere but at his face.  "Osimer."

Complete and utter silence.  So quiet, you could hear a pin drop.  Velina squeezed her eyes tight, not even trusting herself to look in his direction -

Laughing.  He was laughing, no, roaring.  She attempted to hush him as much as she could.  What if the neighbors heard?

"Lass!  An orc!  You've bedded an Orc?!"  He continued to howl, his hand pounding on the table.  "Oh, you aren't getting out of tellin' me this."

"Well, I really don't-"

"Well lass, you've already seen me naked. I'd say you owed me."  The smug look on his face is infuriating and beautiful.  Well, she would rather that than the disgust she'd been expecting.

"I think I'd rather you see me naked than talk about this."  She huffed under her breath.  Though he missed the words, it was no mystery that she was suddenly very uncomfortable.  He laid a comforting hand on hers.

"Lass, you're just full of surprises, but I don't judge you for them.  If anything, it's nothing but interesting."

"Really?"  He nodded, encouraging her to go on with a kind smile.  Sighing heavily, she gave in.  "Alright, fine!  I was a young girl, had only had one partner at the time.  A boring Imperial boy who wasn't gifted in the art of lovin'."  She rolled her eyes.  "The Orc came into town and went straight for the inn I was working for at the time.  I was a barmaid before discovering a life of adventure.  Papa dearest didn't approve of the work, so of course, I had to.  Didn't approve of Görmek either."  She raised an eyebrow at the snickering Nord, a smirk playing at her lips.  "Are you going to let me finish before you split at the seams or should I stop?"

"Oh lass, please keep going.  Who would've guessed it?  Our Guild Master, The Dragonborn, daddy's little girl!"  He smacked his knee and she swore she thought he would tear up from laughing so hard.

"Well, at least I didn't show half of Skyrim my arse!"

"Ah Luv, everyone loves this arse.  Don't you act like I wasn't doin' everyone a favor."

"Oh aye, including me?" She jested.

"Just go on with the story, you little minx."  She had to bite her lip so as not to smile like a lovesick young girl.  Although, in a way, she was.

"Neither my sister nor I liked to listen to my pa.  We loved him enough, but I wouldn't be surprised if that was the reason she was so set on finding a Mer for a groom!  Anyway, Görmek came into the tavern and immediately took a liking to me.  I'd be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to him.  Something about power has always..."  She looked at Brynjolf now, swallowing a rather large lump that was suddenly stuck in her dry throat.  The way he was looking at her...

"Always what, lass?"

"Turned me on."  She stated bravely, looking him square in the eyes.  Something in his eyes turned dark, feral, and he licked his lips.  At this rate, she'd be jumping over the table at him.  "Well, the barkeep wasn't oblivious.  She sold him his room for the night, and led him to it.  When she came out she grabbed me by the elbow and said 'just don't scare away all the other customers, ay love?' then handed me his key."  She shrugs, rising to refill their mugs with more of the wonderful liquid that made her well-guarded secrets flow so freely.

"I've always wondered what it'd be like to fuck an Orc,"  Brynjolf muttered, intrigued, a large hand scrubbing over his bristled chin.

"Rough."  Velina chuckled.  "Kissing was quite difficult, his tusks were just everywhere.  He had remarkably soft lips, though.  The experience definitely opened me up to trying new things.  You wouldn't know it by looking at them, but Orcs sure now how to please a woman."  She says, knowing all too well what she was doing.

"Really?"  He was scanning her now, and she was sure he was growing hard under the table.  The thought did not bother her in the slightest.  In fact, it only encouraged a pleasant heat between her own legs as she gazes at him in challenge.

"Mhmm."  She hums, taking a sip of her drink.  "The chieftains always have so many wives, so they must be used to different wants from different partners.  The Imperial boy?  Couldn't follow directions.  The kid was boring and scared shitless, it was like making love to a dragur!"  Brynjolf raised a brow.  She rolled her eyes.  "No, I haven't fucked a dragur, you half-wit.  But Görmek?  I didn't have to tell him what I wanted even once.  He knew exactly what he was doing."

"Are you saying you like a man who knows his way around a woman's body?"  He leans forward, deep voice rumbling in his chest as he rests his clasped hands on his knees and studied everything about her.  The way she licks her lips, the way her eyes flicker from his own gaze to his lips.  She's thinking about the exact same thing he is.

"Gods, yes," she sighed.  It had been a while since she'd been with a man who was a decent lover.  Hell, it had been a while since she'd been with any lovers!  "Know what I like even more?"

"What's that?"  His eyes were swirling with lust, dark and enticing.  She was playing a dangerous game.  And he was rising to her challenge.

"A man who knows what he wants."  She wanted to kiss that stupid smirk right off his face.  It was irritating, and infuriating, and oh so delicious.

Brynjolf chuckled, taking a final swig from his mug.  "What about a man who will do anything he can to get what he wants?"

"Aye,"  She mumbles, leaning back in her chair and letting her legs fall open just so.  His eyes only flick down at the movement for a moment before they're back to completely unnerving her.  "I must say I like that."

"Well, I think it's time I confessed something, dear Velina."  He sat up straight, folding his hands before him on the table.

In a moment, it was like he didn't have a drop of alcohol in him.  By Nocturnal, he's serious.  "Oh?"  The stubborn lump returned to her dry throat.

"I must confess I knew you'd be alone tonight.  In fact, I ensured you would.  Nothing like that,"  He chastises at the suspicious look on her face, but continued.  "I came calling on you once before, but you were off taking out some frustration on some bandit camp.  Frustration that I'm afraid I was the cause of."

She scoffed at that.  Maybe he wasn't as clueless as she'd originally thought.

"Serana agreed to take care of Kjorn tonight at my request.  And loyal Iona was all too eager to take a vacation, it seemed."  As Brynjolf chuckled, Velina found herself almost smacking herself.  Why hadn't she seen that herself?  "I wanted to apologize for being such a bloody ass."

"So you said before, Bryn."  She waved her hand to brush it off.  "Please, you don't have t-" Grasping her flailing hands in his, Brynjolf brought them to the table to stare deeply into Velina's eyes.

"No, I do.  I was blind and daft.  I couldn't see that a woman like you would want a man like me."  With his free hand, he reached up to his collard and unbuttoned one button...then two...and finally-gold?  She'd never seen him wear a necklace-

Her breath caught in her throat.  Words failed her.  And that damned lump plagued her once more!

"Bryn- what is that?"  The Amulet of Mara hung heavy around his neck, shining almost as brightly as his smile.

"I brushed you off before, like a damned fool.  I saw your amulet that day in the Cistern, but I didn't think it would be for me!  To tell ya the truth I thought you were asking Rune.  You deserve someone handsome, strong, brilliant, and every bit as stubborn as you!"  They both chuckle quietly at that.  "I had no idea you loved me, Velina."  Tears were threatening at her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.  "Serana knocked some sense into me, though.  Assured me that I was all those things?  I don't know what she's talking about to tell you the truth, but I do know one thing."  In a moment, he was on both knees before her, clasping both her hands tightly.  "I know that I love you with everything that I am.  And I'm an idiot to have waited so long to say this; Velina.  I want to spend the rest of my life with you.  By your side until the divines take us.  If you'll have me."

There was no way she could stop the tears now.  She was a stereotypical bride-to-be, sobbing at the sight of the man she loved professing his own love for her.  She was sitting there, thinking of their life together.  Kjorn would have a father.  A father who could protect him, and love him, and teach him everything he knew.  A family. And she would be loved.  Before she could catch herself, she had tossed herself into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"Brynjolf, I'd have you in this life, and the next.  I love you too."  Finally, finally, she was kissing him. And it was the most glorious kiss she'd ever received.

His hands laced into her hair, his lips pressed even harder back against hers. 

They belonged to each other.

Then it was tongues and teeth clashing, hands drifting.  And when he moaned into her lips...

"You know Brynjolf...we've got the rest of the night to ourselves.  And it has been quite cold lately..."

"Oh lass, you've only but to ask."  He sighed, peppering kisses down her neck.  Giggling like a maiden, she tugged him towards the bed.

"Stay with me tonight."  She whispered against his lips.

And, oh, he did.

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How did Lavinia react to the sanctuary being ransacked, and eventually finding Gabriella's corpse on the table? How did she feel about Astrid?

Okay so i just wrote a whole fucking fic for this ask, its the first time ive ever written anything that wasnt for school and i really hope you like it bc im lowkey proud of it. Also big thanks to @awesomeundertalelover3 for helping me out!

Alright kids, enjoy just over 3000 words of badly written but surprisingly sad angst

tw for death, blood, gore, angst

Lavinia’s Death Incarnate

The moment Maro revealed that the sanctuary was gonna be ruined, she shot him in the heart. She didn’t even give him the rest of his stupid speech, she just fuckin shot him. And then she started running. She quickly took out the rest of the guards as she ran and she just booked to the sanctuary.When she saw the flames she had to force herself to not break down then and there because she HAD to find Gabriella. She NEEDED to find the rest of her family. Besides Brynjolf? They’re all she has.She saw Festus first. The man was pinned to the tree and her rage got closer to a breaking point. She quickly ran up and laid his body on the ground with shaking hands, promising she would mourn him later, but for now, she had to see who in her family remained. If Gabriella was alive.She got in and she saw Veezara first. she saw him curled on the ground dead and she just broke. Her rage took over and all she saw was red. In her rage and grief, she took out every invader from the rooms at the top of the stairs and the entire main room. Then she heard Nazir fighting and her vision cleared to try and find him, get to him because she knew he was alive, she could hear him.Then she saw Arnbjorn. She saw that there was a dead guard, whether she or the werewolf killed it she had no idea. And then her eyes travelled up to Arnbjorn in his beast form. She could barely keep herself from going into a rage again. She was standing above him, about to reach down to touch his fur, if she had, she would have surely broken down. Just before she did, she heard Nazir again and went to find him.

But then she found Gabriella.

She was rushing to find Him and then she saw her. Her love, her life, her beautiful Gabriella. She saw her and she just.. broke. She couldn't hear or see anything but her love, lying dead on a table. She staggered over so she could see Gabriella's face. Her girlfriend has always said she thought she might die soon but Lavinia always thought she would have been able to stop it. But here she was, laying on a table, blood leaking through her robes and yet, she looked like she had accepted it. Her eyes shut and her face relaxed. She almost looked asleep.

Lavina stood beside the body of her love while her home burned around her and that was it. All those years of building herself stronger so she would never break again and yet this was what broke her all over again. She took Gabriella’s cold hand and fell over the table with a scream of anguish. So loud, so full of emotion that Nazir and the guards he was fighting stopped in their tracks. It was a scream so raw and full of grief that would haunt Nazir for months.

Nazir was first to get back to the fight. He had realized the scream belonged to Lavinia and he knew she had found Gabriella. He used the guards shock to his advantage and quickly stabbed one through the stomach and then slashed the other across the throat. He quickly made his way back to the dining room where he saw a terrible sight.

Lavinia had collapsed with her head on Gabriella's chest and held the dunmers cold hand to the other side of her face. Her green eyes wide but unseeing, blinded by grief and tears. Half of her face was covered in Gabriella’s blood from a wound on her chest but she didn't notice. She just focused on the feeling of her beloveds soft chest and hand, holding her just she would when they would share a bed.

When Lavinia was remembering the betrayal of mercer or the death of her adoptive parents. Gabriella would run her long nails down Lavinia's cheek and hum while the bosmers tears would stop flowing and she would drift into a dreamless sleep.But now Gabriella wasn't humming. Her long nails weren't running down Lavinia’s cheek and she would never be able to dry her tears again.

Nazir almost didn’t want to disturb her, he wanted to let her be with her girlfriend and grieve in peace but he knew that the room would be falling soon and there would be more guards arriving soon. He tried calling her name but she didn't seem to notice, she didn't move or even look at him. The dead woman's blood was starting to get in Lavinia's red hair that the dunmer had loved so much. Nazir heard the bang of a rock falling in cicero's room and he knew that they needed to start moving.

He walked over so he was in Lavinia's line of sight but her blank expression didn't change, she just held Gabriella's hand to her face even closer. Nazir sighed and crouched down to try and make eye contact with the woman lying over the table.

“Lavinia we need to go. The sanctuary is collapsing.”

She didn't answer him, her teary eyes just flicked to look into her best friends eyes before looking back down into nothing. Nazir saw in her eyes and it was like all the grief of every betrayal, every kill, every death that she had ever experienced was pouring out in just one look and he had to look away. She just stared into nothing until he reached out to touch her face and she jolted up so she was shielding Gabriella from him.

“Don’t touch her!” she screamed. She no longer saw her best friend, she just saw another person trying to hurt her love. “Don't touch her or I swear by sithis there will be nothing left of you.”

Nazir just stared at her while she defended the corpse of her beloved and realizing her dagger was on the ground he made a decision.

“I love you Lavinia, so don't hate me for this.” and then he rushed to quickly drag her into his arms while she struggled. She screeched and scratched and struggles while he dragged her away from the table. He got to the stair and she was still screaming and trying to go back to Gabriella, she couldn't leave her there, she couldn't let her go.

She started begging and sobbing, “I can’t leave her, I won't let her be alone! Please let me go I need her!” she continued like this till Nazir shifted so he could grab her jaw with one hand. “Dammit, Lavinia stop it! She's gone!” He yelled in her face and looked right into her wide, frantic eyes. She froze in his arms and finally made eye contact with him again.

And then she whispered, “I can’t be alone again.”

He moved his hand from her jaw to her cheek. “You have me, Lavinia. You have me and Babette and Brynjolf and the night mother. We will never leave you alone.”

She searched his face for any sign that he might be lying and when she found nothing she went limp in his arms and whispered “okay.” into his chest. He adjusted her in his arms and made his way towards the coffin room, searching for a way out. He got there and the exit back to the main room was all blocked up.“Dammit. Blocked.” Lavinia looked u from his chest to see the closed off entrance and then buried her face back into his robes, feeling hopeless."Hush child, I will help you" a smooth and low voice called from inside Lavinia's head. It was terrifying but ... calming. It seemed to know what to do and with what Lavina was going through, she needed that kind of guidance. "Come to me, Embrace me, child... I will save you. I am the only thing that can save you" If she was in her right mind, she would’ve never listened but her grief was clouding her judgement."Nazir put me down." Nazir was going to argue but stopped when he saw the look in Lavina’s eyes. With a quiet nod, he set her down and watched her closely as she steadied herself."Yes my Listener. Join me." The sarcophagus doors creak open and she heard Nazir's sound of surprise."Embrace me my child.”

She desperately wanted to listen to that comforting voice but she looked back to Nazir who was staring at the coffin doors. She looked back to the night mother.

“What about Nazir,” she said quietly. No answer.

“Dammit, what about Nazir! I can’t just let him die!” She yelled at the mummified body of her night mother. She was about to start yelling more when she felt Nazir’s hand on her shoulder. She turned to him and he looked her in the eyes.  

“Go. If she says you will be safe in there then that's where you need to be.”

“What about you” she started rambling. “You said I had you, you said I wouldn’t lose you dammit Nazir. I can't lose you, not when I already lost her, I can't do this.”  Nazir cut her off by dragging her into an embrace. He held her to his chest as she sobbed and he whispered into her hair.

“It doesn't matter what happens to me. You are the listener, you will keep the brotherhood alive. I love you, Lavinia.”

And with that, the man kissed her head and pushed her into the coffin.

She started screaming but he shut the door before she could escape. She screamed her lungs out and scratched at the coffin doors, not hearing Nazir’s apologies and goodbyes before the cave rumbled and the coffin fell backwards through the stained glass. She felt it hit the lake below and sink into the soft sand and the water. It was pitch black and she was screaming Nazir's name until the night mother spoke“Sleep, my child. Accept my embrace and sleep.” and as Lavinia tried to fight it, she got quieter and drowsier until she fell into a dreamless sleep.

When Lavinia woke up she didn't have even a second before it all rushed back, ending with her realizing Nazir was most likely dead. She was just about to start panicking when she heard it. The voice of one of her best friends, Babette, the childlike voice sounding urgent.

“Hurry Nazir! I’m telling you she’s in there!”

“Nazir..” she thought, “He couldn't have survived…”And then she heard him.

“I’m going as fast as I can, you stupid she-devil, I don't see you helping.”Lavinia was about to start screaming for them, suddenly feeling very claustrophobic inside the coffin. Before she could scream she heard the night mother, she could no longer hear her friends, only the night mothers voice.

"You must speak with Astrid. Here, in the Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary."And then the night mothers voice faded away as she felt the coffin being dragged from the water.She heard Nazir's strained voice as he pulled her up the rocks

“One more…pull… yeah!”Babette spoke again, sounding even more urgent, having heard Lavinia awakening with her heightened senses.

“Can you get it open”“I think so, just hold on a moment.”Lavinia heard a few more grunts and then the doors of the coffin were opened and she shot into a sitting position. Before she could do anything, Babette had thrown her small body at her and was hugging her tight.

“I came back and the sanctuary was burning.” Babette cried into her neck “And then when I got inside I found Nazir and got him out, he said you were okay but I thought...”Lavinia finally wrapped her arms around Babette and reassured her that she was okay. She didn't really feel any relief anymore. She didn't feel anything. She just knew she had to find Astrid and she felt the night mothers pull to Astrid and Arnbjorn’s shared room. She dragged herself out of the coffin and immediately stood, needing to get there as soon as she could. She was about to start walking when nazir grabbed her arm.

“Lavinia, you should sit down, you look exhausted.” Lavinia wouldn't even look in his eyes.

“Let me go, Nazir. Astrid is alive and I need to find her,” she said coldly. He knew she was mad at him and wanted to talk to her but their leader still being alive that was more important. He let her go and trailed behind her as she made her way to the stairs.

She basically had to drag herself up them, her muscles screaming but she could barely feel it. She didn't feel anything but the urgency to get u the stair and see Astrid. The woman who invited her to join the family. The woman who kept everyone organized and getting along. The woman she trusted and respected. When she got to the room she saw that the wardrobe had opened to a secret room and she knew that's where Astrid was, all the while Babette and Nazir trailed behind her, not saying a word.The sight she saw when she went in would be one that would never leave her. It would haunt her nightmares for years to come, be yet another source of her anguish when she tried to sleep. Astrid's body laid out, burned to expose flesh and muscle, almost unrecognizable. The whole room smelled of burned flesh and blood. Around Astrid lie the items of the black sacrament, items that Lavinia now knew well. And then she saw movement. She saw Astrid's breathing. And then she spoke.

She cried out her sins, everything she had done to her family. How she exposed them and got most of them killed. How she was just another person that Lavinia trusted, betraying her without a second thought. Lavinia remained silent as she desperately explained that the sacrament was for her death. How Lavinia needed to kill her so she may be judged by sithis.

Lavinia wanted to scream at her, get angry at her for all she had caused, yell until her lungs gave out and then scream some more. But she didn't. She looked over the ceremony before her and picked up the blade of woe. She moved so she was straddling Astrid's stomach hearing her hiss as Lavinia's armour made contact with her raw burnt flesh. She gently lifted Astrid's head, feeling burnt flesh move and shift under her hand but she didn't care. She brought Astrid to look her in the eyes and Astrid saw. She saw the raw pain and grief and sadness in Lavinia's eyes and she regretted it all. And then Lavinia leaned down to the mangled flesh of where her ear used to be and she whispered.

“I will kill you but it will not be mercy. It will not be to end your suffering, especially since you have been the cause of the endless suffering I will endure for the rest of my life living without her. This is for the night mother, this is for sithis, and this is for my Gabriella. Goodbye, you traitorous bitch.”

And she leaned back and stabbed Astrid in the middle of her chest and she screamed. She dragged the blade out, skin dragging back on the serrated edges as she lunged it back in on the right side. And then the middle again. And then lower. Always missing her heart, wanting her to feel her death instead of just dying.

She didn't hear Astrid whisper her thanks as she died, she just kept shoving the blade into the mangled body over and over until she heard Babette yelling and nazir dragging her off the body. Once she was off Astrid's body she stopped struggling. And slid out nazirs arms, fleeing down the stairs only to get to the bottom and stop.

She just stared at the rubble that used to be her home. She didn't know when Babette got to her side or grabbed her hand, but she held it as they stared into the smoke and rocks. They were silent until nazir came to take her other hand, and she turned and slapped him across the face.

“Sithis Lavinia what was that for!” he exclaimed. She slapped him again before screaming at him.

“How could you! How could you push me in that coffin, alone! I thought you were dead dammit! How could you do that to me, Nazir!” She managed to sob out the last words before she fell to her knees and curled in on herself, crying. She heard him sigh from above her and sit down beside her.

“I needed to know you would be safe Lavinia. I was okay with dying as long as you would survive.”

Her crying subsided to hiccups from her balled u form. Then she felt Babette's small hand on her back.“I would have done the exact same thing. Just as you would have done for use. Just as Gabriella would have done for you.”

At the mention of Gabriella's name, her entire chest exploded in pain and grief, before she launched herself into Nazir's lap, dragging Babette with her so they were both sitting between his outstretched legs, and his back was up against the wall. She balled her hand up in his robes and the other in Babettes skirts as she cried into his chest. Looking at each other, Nazir and Babette were finally overcome by their own grief. Babette pressed her face into Lavinia's hair, and nazir held them both tight as he cried into the top of their heads.

They cried for a long time. They cried for each other, they cried for their home, for their family. For Arnbjorn and Veezara and Festus. They cried for Gabriella, Lavinia even sobbing her name into Nazir's chest as she grieved, they even cried for Astrid, her death and the pain of her betrayal.

It would be a long time before they moved. Lavinia would be the first to stop crying but only because she exhausted herself into a deep sleep. Next would be Babette, her childlike cries finally stopping as Lavinia’s steady breaths calmed her down. Nazir took the longest. Babette eventually had to drag his face down to look at her and get him to start breathing normally again. When everyone was done crying, Babette gestured at Nazir to pick up their listener and he gently got her into his arms.

With one last look at everything they used to be, the left. Set up Shadowmere with a cart, laid Lavinia down in it with her head in Babette's lap, and they were off to the Dawnstar sanctuary with nothing but the clothes on their back and grief they will have for years.

[soulstealer1987]

Ok so in Ziist Grozein, I’m pretty sure Gallus has explicitly stated at least once that he doesn’t like kids. This is true.

But on the other hand what’s not being mentioned is that he practically adopts every younger person that crosses his path. The idiots apprentices at the College? His kids now. Same goes for a couple of the Companions, most notably Ria. Back before Mercer’s betrayal happened, you know that at least half of the Thieves Guild referred to him as Guildmaster Dad behind his back.

Someone (probably Brynjolf) slipped up once and Gallus thought it was hilarious but was also really touched because he didn’t have kids and didn’t want kids but damn if the Thieves Guild isn’t his family.

After Ziist Grozein, assuming things don’t go horribly wrong in a whole bunch of different places in the story (I haven’t decided yet) and Gallus resumes being Guildmaster, it won’t take long for people to start calling him Guildmaster Dad again. (Brynjolf probably started it.)

I’m honestly not sure whether I’ll have an opportunity to show this in the fic or not but hey no matter what happens I have plans for writing more in this AU. I love this AU to bits okay. Like I’m writing it right now and it’s great.

#headcanon #well actually this is my own fic #so it's canon #for my fic #fic canon #gallus is team dad confirmed #ziist grozein #zg facts #skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #so hey you should read my fic #I think you'll like it :) #elder scrolls #elder scrolls fanfic #skyrim fanfic

[afriendofnirn]

Some facts about Irmao

He has many female friends, no romantic partners, but he does get along well with them

He has two houses; proudspire manor, for its position nearest to the high throne, and Lakeview manor, for its size and seclusion, the perfect place to store his "collections"

Lembrete loves all her aunts; auntie Serana, aunt Elisif, aunt Vex, aunt Karliah, and they all adore her

She also loves when "uncle Brynjolf" or "kooky uncle Delvin" come to visit

The public has no knowledge of his owning Lakeview, he's made sure of that

He doesn't respect Maven or the Black-Briars, simply because everyone knows they're crooked and "they aren't supposed to know!"

Brynjolf and Delvin thought he was kidding when he said he adopted a child

Impossible in-game but Irmao uses capoiera fighting style, only using his sword in open combat, otherwise using claws

If a situation gets too hot for charisma or a quick blade, there's always plan B: vampire lord

He only collects things that have a meaning to the journey he's taken. Arvaks skull, the initiates yewer, knight Palidin, vampire royal armor, Silus versius' robes, the eyes of the falmer, the nightingale armor, his original thieves guild set, all have a place in the Lakeview trophy room

#irmao the ruby tongue #my oc #oc list #oc #my ocs #oc rp #Skyrim #Dawnguard #the elder scrolls

[maniacollisionarchive-blog]

1,2,8,26 for the multi muse ask thing

is there a muse that you wish gets more attention?

most of my originals tbh? very much lilli, pride, and chronos because i have put a lot of thought into who they are and i care so much about them? not that i don’t care about all of them, but they’re some of my favorite to write, and lilli just needs friends? i try to use them for memes if people don’t specify a muse, but sometimes it’s hard to write them without plotting because, with pride and chronos, there’s a bit of meta-gaming involved and some people are uncomfortable with that so. but yeah def them.

if you HAD to choose, who’s your favorite muse?

jamie. hands down. i love all my muses but i have had jamie since 2013. i written 73 pages in short stories on him. he’s moved through 4 blogs, various ships, incredible amounts of backstory and character development. when i see something, i immediately relate it to him. he is my character. and if i hadn’t had all these other muses in my head, i would have never moved him over here. i just can’t physically handle more than one blog, and i couldn’t abandon him. i love him so much. i want everyone to love him. 

what is each of your muses otps? notps?

all 24 of them? okay yo i’ve got this. this is where imma insert a read more

chronos: def ethan/lila is otp because that’s technically canon. he hasn’t had enough interaction to warrant otherselliot: elliot/jasper is climbing quickly. elliot/thomas is canon otp thankselyssa: hasn’t? had? anyone? please change.fabian: fab/remus is a fav of mine. i also like fabian/dorcas. tbh i don’t have notps with fab? he gets along with a lot of people. probably a lot of death eaters though. but i’d try it at least. fenris: *snorts* i love all of fenris’ ships, ahah. fenders, fenbela, fenhawke.. i’d even try fen/dorian just for a+ rivalmance thanks. that’d be… disasterous. idk. have to say probably not fen/merrill if that’s even a thing. and fen probably hates most blood mages. JAMIE: seb/jamie, with my lovely @moriartyproperty is my current canon ship for jamie. there have been past ships (gabe/jamie, the first ship ever. jasper/jamie, julian/jamie, jamie/blair) which are still near to my heart. jamie/nikolai is always important, it made him who he is, but is also very… *cries*. also jamie is basically a walking flirt so he will ship with anyonejim: jim/seb, also with @moriartyproperty because i love her. jim is hard to ship with. i do not typically ship him with sherlock (it’s not really a notp, but i don’t ship it the way the fandom does?) i also don’t ship jim/john, jim/irene, jim.. well basically jim with anyone else in the fandom. except molly. i think that’s cute. but again i don’t ship it the way most in the fandom do.jodie: jodie/jay thanks. i love jay’s arc. i think ryan clayton is an asshole but i give him credit and i played out his romance ending. he’s not a notp, but he’s still a jerk and jodie deserves better and belongs with jay, and i stand by that.karliah: obviously with gallus. ngl i think a toxic relationship with mercer would be interesting. anyone else is really.. not an option. kraglin: i don’t have one? the fandom seems to ship him with yondu but i don’t? not a lot. a little. i can see it. and i’m open to it. but i think he needs to find his own romance. not peter. notp. liam: liam’s canon otp is him/james moore. notp would be him/corin aka his boss, the guy that wants him dead. yeah. idk. lilli: lilli doesn’t have any ships. she doesn’t love her husband and she hasn’t interacted with enough to form ships so. notp her husband ahah.marie: uh, notp her siblings? idk. she’s 17. she doesn’t have sights on romance yet.maya: notp with fang because he treated her like shit and she deserves so much more than that, thanks. persephone: obviously otp seph/hades end of discussion love of all loves end of all days marriage of all marriagespride: pride/humility. the only relationship that he could theoretically be in. i want it so badly. it’s my favorite thing. his cardinal opposite. there are other mythical creatures and beings i’ve dabbled in ships with and stuff, but it’s all been sort of mutual symbiotic relationships, not actual love stuff.reece: reece/josie is canonly my otp, but i redid reece’s playthrough with reece/blackwall and let’s ignore the age difference, it was fucking adorable, i loved it, bye. notp would probs be reece/sera? idk. reece loves people. i haven’t tried them, so i can’t say how she’d react.reggie: reggie/james potter is absolutely my notp he hates james so much. also reggie/sev, i don’t like it. i’m a secret blackcest person sue me. idk. reggie is just… lonely and shut off and doesn’t have time to emotion. reggie/remus probably? i love remus save me. rin: rin/kohaku i adore. but she’s canonically 8, then 11, so nah. i don’t ship rin/sess, but i don’t hate it either. i don’t really have a lot of ships/notps for her though since she’s a bby.sirius  wolfstar is my weakness save me, ultimate otp, i give my soul. i also love siri/marlene. i’ve got some great siri/oc matches too. siri is pretty open to ships. i don’t think i’d ship siri/sev tbh, or siri/most slytherins just ‘cause he’s an asshole in that regard. i also like siri/hermione no shame.suze: suze/jesse is canon also my otp. they get married so i mean. yeah. talia: in my game she marries farkas so. that’s otp for me. i wanted to marry brynjolf but that’s not fucking an option so fuck that. i like talia/mjoll too so. y’know. idk. talia doesn’t give a fuck really. teren: teren/dorian is canon, is otp, is my love, thank. also teren/gavin, love you @foundgold usagi: usagi/mamoru is canon, but i also reeeeeally like usagi/seiya. um. i don’t really notp much for her? she has a specific relationship set and i just adore it to begin with, so that’s end game anyway. but she’s a very loving person anyway.

which muse is most likely to have kids?

jamie already does in some verses, and is pregnant in his lady verse with sebastian so! then reece would love to adopt with josie. elyssa and lilli both. talia might adopt waaaay down the road. teren maybe, but it would be veeeeery later. liam probably, if he ever finds himself safe. usagi has a daughter. rin definitely. persephone does have kids. siri probably would but life sucks, and harry is more than enough. suze will at some point i think. marie will. 

#;;aly answers #;save #feohtn #delivered

[nordphobia]

(sorry if this is late) 4, 12, 27, and 39 for the one and outlaw!

A PSA: I’VE BEEN SO BUSY RECENTLY I’M NOT IGNORING UR ASKS AND PROMPTS BTW!! i should get them done this week ily all

and tysm for this i love these two so much

“First impression of each other? Was it love at first sight?”

morgayne made most of her fortune picking the pockets of those who wouldn’t notice - and even then, she was so bad she couldn’t take much at all - usually she’d just steal a couple of septims, and she only managed that because she was an amazing sneak and always disappeared as soon as the person noticed. however, when morgayne spotted a certain wealthy-looking redheaded man, she thought she could push herself a little and steal some of his fabled “falmer blood elixir” when the market was empty and it was just him cleaning up. anyway, he caught her and they kind of just stared at each other for a few moments - before brynjolf said “if you don’t want the guard to know, you’ll do exactly as i say”

so, morgayne didn’t really like him at first - but brynjolf thought she was a budding thief just needing the right push to blossom

“Is there a wedding? What was the proposal like? Any kind of honeymoon?”

morgayne, being an ex-reachman, didn’t worship mara until she was sat down by maramal and had her ears completely done in by him. technically, she doesn’t worship mara at all, but when brynjolf proposed the idea that they should marry - she decided “hey, i can do it for a day”. brynjolf proposed after morgayne was elected as their guild master, a couple of years after their first meeting. 

if accidentally shouting brynjolf off high hrothgar counts as a honeymoon, then that happened

“Do they have kids? Grow old together? Split up?”

i haven’t thought too much about this but they would probably adopt a couple of children from honorhall! also, they would definitely grow old in honeyside together - it’s such a nice house and it’s a cute idea that they’d remain just as fond of each other until one dies.

“Who initiated the relationship? Who kissed who first?  When did they realise they were in love?”

brynjolf, being the big dumbass he was, didn’t know how to initiate the relationship. but when mercer had been killed, and he, morgayne and karliah were being flooded, he wouldn’t let go of morgayne and tried to keep her head as high above the water as he could. when they were moments away from drowning at the top, morgayne was like “ur an idiot” kissed him, and swam out through that lil cave. 

#marley answers #ship: the one and outlaw #look i may be a dummy brynjolf fan but can u blame me