#delvin

[argisthebulwark]

Once you become guild master there's a dark elf new recruit who will say "so youre the one everyone's falling over" when you walk by him and holy shit i can not take that in any other way that brynjolf is not the only one who has a crush on tld, especially now that she's their boss. Now it's pretty much canon that everyone in the guild's in love with you. When you're not there they argue who would be a better partner for you.

"She's mine."

"She's your boss, she's my future wife."

"The Guild Master wouldn't marry you."

"Break it up, kids." Vekel groaned, placing a round of ales in front of the thieves against his better judgment. They were all completely sloshed - Brynjolf's face almost as red as his hair and Vex wobbling in her seat but he knew better than to get in their way.

Every time the new Guild Master left on a job or some extended trip they had the same argument. Vekel had heard it so many times he and Tonilia could recite it word for word. Despite their constant bickering none of them had yet approach the Guild Master with their feelings and it drove the poor bartender mad.

"Vekel." Brynjolf wheeled around, grabbing Vekel's arm. "Don't you agree that she's sweet on me?"

"She's your friend, you mentored her." Rune hiccupped, finger wagging in Brynjolf's face. "But who does she come to when she's upset? Or bored? Me. She sits next to me and talks for hours."

"You're both wrong." Vex sounded smug, curling into the seat of her chair. Delvin's hand subtly reached out to steady her before she fell on her ass. "Whenever she gets a job from one of you she comes running to me for all the dirty little details."

"So, you're helping her to her job? I'm the one who shared a bedroll with her when we got stuck in Windhelm."

"You're still going on about that?"

"Oh for gods' sake." Vekel muttered, shaking Brynjolf's hand off and returning to the bar. Tonilia shot him a quick look but he was exhausted and wanted nothing more to retire for the evening. Knowing this argument they'd be stuck in the Flagon for hours, downing ale until their words slurred together.

"You have some input, Vekel?"

Unexpectedly, the thieves hushed. He felt all of their eyes narrow on him and he drummed his fingers on the bar as he thought through his options. He could make up an excuse about some spill and let them keep going as usual. Or he could finally say something.

"You're all sitting here proclaiming that you're in love with the Guild Master but have any of you told her how you feel?" Saying it after months of hearing their bickering felt like a weight lifted from his shoulders. "Have any of you bothered to ask the Guild Master how she feels about all this?"

"Well,"

"I don't want to pressure her into -"

"Yeah, I don't want to push her."

Their overlapping excuses was just as annoying as the fighting. Brynjolf turned back to the others and Vekel caught sight of Ravyn sneaking toward the Cistern. He couldn't hold it against the poor bastard but his offhanded compliment had lit the fire for this entire situation - "so you're the one everyone's falling over." So simple yet it had earned Vekel many nights of their droning voices.

"Why don't you all just grow a pair and talk to the Guild Master?"

"Talk to me about what?"

Tonilia's eyes were as wide as dinner plates and Vekel was certain he heard Ravyn skittering back into the Flagon when the Guild Master's voice cut through all the chatter. Every pair of eyes shot to her - eyes hardly visible under that damned hood, hands on her hips and staring down the table of thieves. The timing was so perfect he wondered how long she'd been listening.

"Anyone going to speak up?" Her foot tapped and she tossed back the hood, glaring around at the thieves. Wide eyes stared back at her, cheeks flushed from alcohol and the embarrassment Vekel knew hit every single one of them. Good, it was about time they owned up to their feelings. "What do you need to tell me?"

Absolute silence fell upon the Flagon. Vekel tried to guess which one of them would say it first - maybe Brynjolf since he'd been flirting with her since they met, or Vex would have some backhanded compliment for her. Vekel had his suspicions about Delvin - he always seemed to float around the argument without actually engaging.

"Oh, come on." Ravyn's flat voice broke the silence. "Haven't I already told you this? They're all into you."

Pandemonium broke out in the Ragged Flagon. Excuses and accusations flew back and forth while Vekel watched the Guild Master's shock cool into something more dangerous. One by one the thieves noticed her glare, the way her arms crossed over her chest and quieted once more.

"None of you thought to speak to me?" Her voice was deadly, cold. Brynjolf turned in his seat, clearing his throat as if he could appear sober.

"We didn't want to sway you, lass. You know, didn't want our feelings to change how you feel about us."

"How very kind of you all." Her tone conveyed that it was anything other than kind. Vekel started to pity the poor fools - they looked like they were in for a verbal beatdown. Sure they were annoying but he hadn't anticipated this. "Next time, come to me as adults." Her tone softened when she turned away, heading for the Cistern. "I'll tell you how I feel."

A few thieves chugged their ale before heading after her, others scrambling out of their seats the moment she exited the Flagon. Vekel winked at Tonilia, knowing that they'd have a new game - guessing which of these hopeless romantics she'd choose as her lover.

[wellthebardsdead]

Marigold: *walks out of the thieves guild cistern and freezes in pure fear seeing a familiar figure at the bar*

Brynjolf: you okay there lad?

Kaidan: Flower?…

Marigold: *reaching for his dagger* You.

The face sculptor: *turns her head to see him and audibly gasps* It’s you, my magnum opus.

Kaidan: you? Know each other-

The face sculptor: Oh yes. His surgery was a difficult one indeed. It took me days to break him apart and put him back together. Rearranging his spine, replacing his jaw and legs, not to mention reshaping those hideously deformed ears and fixing that ugly mouth of his, sadly I could never get it completely straight. But compared to what he looked like before he’s a vision, my finest w- *chokes as blood fills her mouth and her entrails spill out onto the floor as the high elf mercilessly guts her*

Marigold: *staring into her eyes as he twists the knife* You. Tortured me for days. You destroyed me. You cut me open when I was a boy and ignored my screams for mercy!!! *pulls it out and stabs her again* ILL KILL YOU LIKE I DID THAT MONSTER WHO PAID YOU- wh- LET ME GO!!!!

Kaidan, Brynjolf, & Dirge: *all grabbing hold of him pulling him off the now very dead woman*

Brynjolf: THATS ENOUGH LAD!

Dirge: FUCK HES STRONG!

Kaidan: *grabbing the knife from his hand* SNAP OUT OF IT MARIE!!

Delvin: *dragging the body back away from the elf knowing the sight of her is only going to keep him upset* Easy now lad. It’s alright, she can’t hurt you no more… let’s just calm down…

*a few hours and a big clean up effort later*

Kaidan: *walks back in from the cistern* I got him to sleep. He wouldn’t drink any water though, he’s gonna have a headache from all that crying… *sighs and sits down*

Brynjolf: I’ve never seen him like that before. It’s like he was possessed.

Delvin: well, from her words. The level of trauma she put him through can you really blame him for completely snapping?… I wonder what he looked like before… I can’t imagine him as anything other than the pretty elf he is.

Kaidan: he was beautiful then and he is now… just… wasn’t beautiful to the terrible people who changed him…

Brynjolf: I always wondered what those scars were from… under his jaw… now I wonder how many more he’s hiding under his armour…

Kaidan: plenty… both outside. And judging from that outburst of his… inside as well…

[bluerainst0rm]

Delvin the barking knight He doesn't care for romance, honor or even fighting. Acting more as a jester, he prefers to lounge and crack jokes to brighten everyone's day. He is the bravest knight due to his refusal to let cruelty rule his life and his willingness to risk his life for the innocent despite being weak and small.

[maysoulrose]

The Thief and The Moon | Skyrim fanfic | chpt 7

a self indulgent Brynjolfxdragonborn fanfic

———————————Chapter 7————————————

“Hey, have you seen Allustria?” Brynjolf poked his head from behind a makeshift wall in the flagon. Just past the bar was a double bed, and this ‘wall’ was there to give it a little more privacy. Vekel looked up from his tankard he was wiping down.

“Yeah, she went out to do that job Mercer gave her. She’s been gone a couple hours, maybe.”

Brynjolf sighed. Not sure if he was bummed out or relieved. His little situation the night before made him too nervous to sleep across from her, so he passed out on this bed instead. He wanted to see her, to make sure things weren’t weird. Hoping she wasn’t able to figure out his… problem.

“Ah! Here she is.” Vekel nudged his shoulder in her direction. Brynjolf whipped around to look. His jaw dropped. 

Her hair was wet, clinging to new armor. Her cleavage curved behind the straps, naked hips were visible from the exposed sides of the leather armor. Water droplets danced down the curves of her skin, making her glisten. Damn the Gods, she was more beautiful than he remembered. 

“What do you think this is worth?” She handed the little bee statue to Delvin, who was sitting in his usual spot. He looked up from his work, and whistled. 

“That’s quite the outfit ya got there.” He leaned back and drank her in from head to toe. “How about I take you to the back room, and you can show me how to take it off.” He winked. 

“Ah-ah-ah~” Allustria dangled the golden bee in front of him. “First tell me what this is worth” slowly batting her white lashes at him.  His eyes focused on the trinket.

“Well, well, I was lookin’ for this li’l beauty. Sure, I’ll buy it from ya.” 

Allustria smiled and took his coin, content with the trade. She appreciated his constant flirting with her which would hopefully get Brynjolf wanting her even more. Was he the jealous type? Only time will tell. 

She looked over at the beautiful man. He had a firm grip on the edge of the bar, his knuckles turning white. A promising sign. She smiled at him. Brynjolf straightened himself out when he saw her approaching. She stopped just inches from his chest and held out her hand, expectantly. A wave of confusion washed over him.  She clears her throat. 

“Payment for the GoldenGlow job.”

Brynjolf’s eyes light up

“Seriously?!” Without thinking, he scoops her up into a hug and twirls her around. She can’t help but laugh. He sets her down, “c’mon, we should get to Mercer.”

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“Here’s what was in the elf’s safe.” Allustria hands over the documents to Mercer. He scans them over.

“So. The idiot sold GoldenGlow”

“What?” Brynjolf gasped. “What was he thinking? Maven will be furious.”

“Exactly. That’s why we need to figure out to whom he sold it to.” Mercer pinched the bridge of his nose. “The only hint we have is this little symbol.”

Brynjolf took a look at it. It was a little dagger with a black circle. He didn’t recognize it either. 

“While I look into this, Maven has a job for us, and she asked for you specifically.” Mercer directed his attention to Allustria. “She said she’d be waiting at the Bee and Barb. Best not keep her waiting.” Mercer signaled the end of the conversation by sweeping his hand toward them, telling them to get lost. He bent over his desk once again and studied the papers. 

“Alright Lass! Moving up in the ranks are we?” Brynjolf gave her a pleased grin, rubbing his hands together. They turned and began walking to the dining area. 

“That seems sudden. Did she already get news about GoldenGlow?” They sit across from each other at the table.

“Nah, this must be about something else. You’ll be fine. If she wanted you dead, she’d be looking to the Dark Brotherhood, not asking to speak with you.” 

Allustria pursed her lips, holding back a little knowing smile, and sipped some water out of her mug.

“I see.” 

Seeing how they were chatting like old friends, Allustria decided that last night’s scandals weren’t going to make things awkward. That’s good. That also means that he’s oblivious to what she heard. She blushed a little at the thought and hid her cheeks behind her mug.  The table was covered in cooked fish, breads, honey nut treats, and assorted drinks. They ate together while Allustria filled him in on the details of her lone raid of the Estate. She avoided telling him about the one casualty. 

Meanwhile, she tried to think of ways to get the man riled up. She wanted to play with him. Get him flustered. The only thing she could think of, was to lean forward slightly and let her laced armor do its job. Though she felt a little weird, being overly flirtatious with him. That wasn’t something she was used to though, she’d normally flirt and sleep with anyone to get what she needed done. Jobs or pleasure wise. She felt herself genuinely liking him. He was strangely inviting. 

Brynjolf was happy to see the woman. They may have only met a day ago, and she’d only been gone since this morning, but it felt like weeks. Not knowing where she was or if she was injured, or worse. A weight had been lingering over him that only lifted now that they were comfortably chatting together.  He would get lost in her eyes. Wanting to place his hand on hers while she told him how the job went.  He loved when she would smile. How her sultry lips would stretch across her white teeth and make her cheeks prominent and rosy.  How she would sometimes look embarrassed and would hide behind whatever was in her hands at the moment. His heart fluttered when she leaned forward, giving him a front row seat to her chest. 

There was no way of telling time down here, other than the light shining down from the center of the cistern. It was coming in at more of an angle, and not as bright as before showing the sun had begun to set. Allustria noticed this and sighed.

“Well, I shouldn’t keep Maven waiting any longer.” She stood from her seat and stretched her arms way over her head, bending from one side to the other. Brynjolf’s eyes lingered on her exposed skin, down to her hips, to the tops of her thighs. The armor she wore pulled up slightly as she moved her body.  He swallowed at the sight. He loved that little shimmer her skin gave off. It was beautiful and begged to be touched.  Gods, he wanted to kiss her thighs. Have them on either side of his face, squishing him.

“I’ll be back soon.” She promised and headed toward the ladder.  She made sure to brush against Brynjolf just a bit, as she passed, before leaving the cistern. 

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Maven was waiting on the second floor of the inn, book in hand, and an empty chair across from her. She licked her thumb and turned the page, then her eyes focused past the book, suddenly noticing the chair was now occupied.

“My, you’re quiet.” She went back to her book, finishing the sentence before setting it down. She raised an eyebrow. “I don’t remember requesting an assassin.” 

“I’m a member of the Thieves Guild now.” Allustria smiled, warmly. 

“Oh. Well now, isn’t that interesting? Shame, you were my favorite to hire. I didn’t realize Brynjolf’s new prize was someone I was already acquainted with.”  Allustria’s heart gave a little tug of excitement at that remark. “This makes things easier though. I know I can trust you to get this done.” She continued. “I’m in need of someone to take a trip to Whiterun. Clear out the meadery down there of its pests. Including the current owner. Talk with Mallus Maccius. He’ll fill you in.”

“I’ll head there right away.” Allustria gave Maven a nod and left her to her reading. The thought of ‘Brynjolf’s new prize’ lingered in her mind. She wondered how he speaks of her when she’s not there. 

—————————————————

The sun had set. Torchbugs and Luna moths flurried in groups near patches of flowers. Allustria took her time getting back to the guild. Taking in the quiet sounds. Not a soul to be seen. She leaned on the railing of the bridge just past the entrance to the tavern. The night air playing in her hair. The sounds of creaking wood and sloshing water coming in waves below her.  Along with the crickets rubbing their little legs together. 

Her mind drifted and imagined Brynjolf finding her up here, putting his hand on hers and listening to the sounds with her. She thought it was a little cheesy and embarrassing to want something so simple like that.  Allustria tried to think of what she’d tell the man about her trip to Whiterun. Maybe… Maybe he’d want to go with her… 

“Something the matter, Lass?” Brynjolf’s intoxicating voice hit her from behind. She whipped around.

“By the Gods Brynjolf, you scared me!” Hand over her chest. He grinned and scratched the back of his head

“Payback for last time,” He joined her at the rail. 

“What are you doing up here?” 

“A man can’t get a drink at the inn?” 

Allustria turned and looked at him. “You’re in full Thieves Guild armor. I don’t think that would have been smart.” She laughs, clearly not buying his excuse. 

“Fine. I… thought you were taking a little longer than necessary, so I… wanted to make sure you were okay.” He was embarrassed to admit it.

“Awe, did you miss me that much?” Allustria teased. 

She inhaled deeply and leaned into him with her exhale. Head resting against his shoulder. It may have only been a small gesture, but the action felt like a lift in their friendship. A sign of comfort between them. Brynjolf smiled, warmly, and looked down at the top of her head. She smelled nice.  

“Maven has a job for me in Whiterun.” Allustria told him. His heart sank. 

“That’s a long ways away.” 

“Yeah. I’ll be gone for a couple of days at least.” She wanted to ask him to come with, but was too shy to go through with it. 

“What’s the job?”

“Oh something about the meadery down there. I don’t know all the details yet.”

“That’s a.. Long walk to go on your own.”

“… It is.” Allustria’s heart began beating faster ‘please ask to come with!’

“Do you… I mean— Would you… want some… company?” He asked, feeling hopeful. She turned her head to look up at him. She could kiss him right now, but she held back her urges. Not yet. 

Brynjolf’s heart melted. Their faces were so close to each other, and the way she looked longingly at him almost killed him. 

“Let’s go~” She smiled. Butterflies filled Brynjolf’s core. 

“Alright, let’s go.” 

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[morpheus-somnium]

Thieves Guild [modern au]

[masterlist]

Informations

Location: Ragged Flagon, Ratway, Riften

Leader: Mercer Frey

Headcanons

The Ratway in my modern au is a street or scummy neighborhood that most people avoid. The Ragged Flagon is an internet cafe.

I mean, I can see Delvin doxing someone while eating instant noodles, tbh.

From the outside, it looks so bad, but from the inside, it really is. JK. Inside it’s pretty cool; you can buy different foods, there is an electric kettle, and maybe you can even get some drinks from Vekel if you are old enough.

In fact, a lot of people come here to actually play online games, and no one cares when a shady figure in the back of the cafe is on Facebook, writing a letter to an unknown Orc grandmother and convincing her that he is her missing grandson and let him have her inheritance.

The Thieves Guild, as a faction, is very diverse. They scam, they dox, they plan and do actual heists, they hack bank accounts, they pickpocket people (if they ever get out of bed or the internet café), they steal, they start a “devious lick” trend on social media…

Ragged Flagon is more of a meeting point for them.

On a larger-caliber mission, the members wear mainly techwear.

Brynjolf? You will find him in every city. He’s always in shopping centers where he scams people. Not in the underpass, but in the building itself. For example, he sells “nano-magic” and “high-tech” phone protector screens that were stolen from a one-dollar store (or from a delivery van).

Delvin works with technology; he is the one hacking bank accounts, and I think he might invest in crypto 😭 He is also kind of like a walking lexicon?

Even though Mercer says that there aren’t any places that the Guild protects, every other member thinks otherwise. For example, the members never steal from orphanages, and they never steal from those places that certain members visit (in a non-criminal way). For example, I think Vex likes hot springs, jacuzzis, saunas, etc., so no one steals from the local spa that she visits (not even her, unless there is a rude customer).

They organize family game nights!! They play Mario Kart and similar games.

And they also place dozens of bets on the people they know, not just guild members. They made bets on when Talen-Jei would propose to Keerava, for example.

How does Mercer subdue the Thieves Guild? He keeps the prices so high for everyone. He charges almost 3-5 times more for internet and electricity. And the members don’t question it. Like they are one (1) Google search away from finding out that the average price for using the computers and wifi should be around 12 septim and not 40 septim.

[cyallowitz]

Questions 3 and Looking Back at 'Ritual of the Lost Lamb'

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen This book had so many title changes that it was ridiculous.  I don’t even know how I ended up on Ritual of the Lost Lamb.  The strangest part is that there wasn’t a ritual until after I wrote the title.  It was just a wandering hunt by the heroes who stayed together during one version and split up during another.  Needless to say, things were all over the place for a…

[lordoftablecloths]

thieves guild my beloved

[sivilvendetta]

How it actually went down

Scene from Spook's Season (Jack x Reader Fic)

[anotherapostate]

Recently found out that in S03E06, Sister Michael is wearing one of Clare’s rainbow pins on one of her lapels and had to share. You never see it on screen, but it’s visible in this BTS photo.

I can’t quite make out what the pin on her other lapel is, but from what we see in this show, it looks like a Celtic knot (sorry the screenshots are so bad).

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Brynjolf: *sneaks into the Ragged Flagon at 2am*

Vex: *turns in swivel chair* Care to tell me where you were?

Brynjolf: I was with . . . uh . . . Delvin!

Delvin Mallory: *also turns in a swivel chair* Care to— *keeps spinning* Vex. Vex, I can’t stop the cHAIR—

[youngpsichichugemuscle]

[federer7]

Old Man with a Pitch Fork Carrying Bundle Thorn for Fencing his Shepherd House Yard. Delvine, Albania. 1994

Photo: Jacko Vassilev

[bluerainst0rm]

A small doodle exercise before I started drawing. Based on this instagram video!

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CrZAkzzJsMN/?img_index=1

[heartfullofleeches]

My immortal boys are so.... stupid isn't the exact word I'd use but there are zero braincells in them (besides Mal the bird guy). Silas is into extreme painplay to the point he died because of his kinks. Devlin has a severe peanut allergy that he will happily die for again and again. Mal's just super depressed and can't touch people. I miss my boys- I'm a terrible father

[geeky-nightphilosopher]

Okay- but...

Has anyone else noticed that at least with Dean Devlin- Christian Kanes characters all have some sort of ties to each other?

I mean:

Eliot Spencer; A military bred, mercenary trained, with multiple aliases- with a specific skill set, con-artist.

Jacob Stone; An art historian, with multiple aliases, genius brain, eidetic memory (?), librarian.

Alex Walker; con-artist, with multiple aliases, an eye for detail, retired giftshop owner.

The characters might not be the same but there still enough for them to be long lost triplets or something.

[cyallowitz]

Questions 3 and Looking Back at 'The Spirit Well'

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen This book finished the champion power center arc of Legends of Windemere.  It was a tough one to write too because I needed closure and setting up the final arc.  Those types of books always make my head spin, which leads to extra editing.  Even the outline got changed up a lot over the years.  Then, chunks got altered, tossed, and moved around because scenes didn’t…