Of Fond Memories (Skyrim Oneshots) [Requests Closed]

(Brynjolf Ending) Thieving Thieves

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"I don't see the sanctum anywhere" (y/n) said narrowing her eyes to see properly
"I think we are lost in this snowstorm, and I'm freezing, here's where two thieves freeze to death... unless the prettier thief wants to..." Brynjolf stopped and giggled when he noticed her glare
"I'm already annoyed that I cannot find the sanctum and yet here you are" she said, irritated
"fine, fine, don't get angry now... I mean especially don't get angry when I say that I had a map with me all along" Brynjolf said innocently, bringing up a map
"God Bryn you're impossible!" she frowned and snatched the map from him, while he laughed at her.
Just in a few minutes they found the entrance to Snow Veil Sanctum looming just a little more further.
"Look! The sanctum" (y/n) clapped her hands in happiness, as if she found a lost treasure
"Lass" Brynjolf said, turning his gaze to her. The sudden serious tone in his voice was unexpected to hear for (y/n), she raised a brow and looked back at him
"I don't have a good feeling about this" Brynjolf said "like something awful's about to happen"
"Are you scared of me now? Really lad? C'mon!" (Y/n) didn't seem to take his words seriously and laughed
"Not OF you... but for you" Brynjolf smirked and walked closer to her "you'll stay safe won't you? If it turns out to be some ancient burial ground, you won't go stepping on all traps right?" he asked
"I'll think about it" she laughed "no seriously I will, don't worry" she smiled sweetly.
Brynjolf brushed away the (h/c) locks aside from her hair, she was startled and puzzled
"Just in case" he smirked and winked slightly before gently kissing her lips, taking her by surprise.
After a while, she chuckled nervously before looking up at him "alright let's get going, Mercer is going to shout at us for being late" she said
"After you" Brynjolf whispered.

"You'd be a dummy filled with arrows if you stepped there" Mercer said pulling (y/n) away from the camouflaged pressure plate. Brynjolf cleared his throat when he noticed they were standing way too close to each other.
"We have work here" the auburn haired thief said before proceeding deeper into the ruins, (y/n) following him.
"Now get this door opened" Brynjolf said looking at the puzzling door
"I think we are trapped" (y/n) muttered hopelessly
"Allow me" Mercer said as he began to fiddle with the contraptions, opening the door in a matter of minutes.
Brynjolf saw as (y/n) walked in first and then Mercer. However when he attempted to walk in, the barred door closed on him.
"(Y/n)!" Brynjolf's eyes widened when he saw Mercer with the widest grin standing with a sword against (y/n)'s neck
"Now do me a favor Brynjolf and stay where you are, this won't take long... after she's dead, you're next" Mercer said and slightly scratched her neck, drawing out a drop of blood that dried as soon at touched the blade.
Brynjolf didn't wait any longer and took out his bow, shooting a paralyzing arrow at Mercer, causing him to faint immediately.
Then he quickly opened the door and ran towards (y/n). Tears were welling up in her eyes when she saw Brynjolf shoot the arrow at Mercer
"I thought I was about... to die" she said, her voice shaking
"Don't worry, I'm here now lass" Brynjolf said, pulling her into his embrace, gently kissing her forehead. (Y/n) sighed and wrapped her arms around him, thanking him a thousand times in her mind for saving her...