An Imperial Dragonborn finds herself caught up with the Thieves Guild. Spoilers for TG and Main questline.

At a point when the Thieves Guild in Skyrim is at its lowest ebb in many years, a Redguard woman recruit may be the last best hope, or the warning of doom descending. Only Nocturnal knows - and she's not telling. Brynjolf x Redguard OC player character

Falling in love with her was easy. Realizing he was in love with her was the hard part. With Delvin's advice, Brynjolf manages to unravel his feelings.

"Heroes didn't hide from anything. They ran fearlessly charging the front lines, not skulking in dark corners slowly picking off enemies with a bow. Hers was the body of a coward and a criminal." A story following the Thieves Guild quest line.

"Delvin gulped down the rest of his tankard before answering. 'I'll tell you what you ought to do. You should ask him yourself." Her eyes flashed and her dagger slammed into the table quicker than anyone could see her take it out. 'You don't think I'd like to? He's not speaking to me, Del, that's the problem'" The Brynjolf problem is resolved.

The Guild needed help, that was for damn sure. With Lady Luck no longer on their side, the Thieves' Guild is close to extinction. Brynjolf knows this better than anyone else. Maybe a shadow dwelling stranger can help keep them afloat.

They were Starks and Starks were built for survival. They, like their strongholds, were meant to last. -"So, it's a kingdom for a blacksmith," said Rickon." Futurefic w/book, head canon and Tv series. Continued from photosets on tumblr.