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Daddy Issues
Date: 2013-07-13 09:50 pm (UTC)Getting his approval turns into an obsession. And Mercer Frey decides to take full advantage of that, in every way possible (doesn't have to be sex - but of course I wouldn't mind if it was).
Re: Daddy Issues
Date: 2013-07-14 12:30 am (UTC)Re: Daddy Issues
Date: 2013-07-14 07:18 am (UTC)Untitled Daddy Issues [F!DB/Mercer Frey] -- 1/?
Date: 2013-07-15 06:55 am (UTC)------
Title would go here if I had a title yet
Preliminary tags: char:Mercer_Frey, race:Breton, char:F!DB, race:Imperial, kink:age, kink:dom
It had been just over two weeks since I joined the Riften Thieves Guild.
Growing up at the orphanage, I always wanted to join the Guild as soon as I was old enough to leave. I would sneak out at night just to watch the thieves gliding through the shadows, unbeknownst to the guards that pursued them… I’d pretend I was one of them, moving deftly through the streets only to disappear into the darkness moments before being spotted. Of course, some of them got caught, but I knew that wouldn’t happen to me.
Constance was a kind, caring headmistress, but she always dismissed it when I told her I wanted to be a thief. She would say that a just, courteous life was a happy one, and that the gods smiled on prayer and piety, not larceny and debauchery. I never understood why I couldn’t have both.
I headed straight into the Ratway on my coming of age day. After several scuffles and scapes, as well as the remnants of a bear trap stinging through my foot, I stumbled into the Ragged Flagon. Most of the faces paid me no mind as I slumped onto a chair, and reflecting in their worn, apathetic expressions and fading Guild leathers, I saw them.
My new family.
The members were very accommodating in helping me settle in. Not just Brynjolf, with his warm hands and easy smile, but I think everyone else was impressed with how I managed to make it to the Flagon alive. The Cistern became my new home and apart from the one member out of the province on a job, I quickly took to my family, especially the Guild trainers, who were like parents or older siblings to me. So when Vex returned from Goldenglow unsuccessful, I felt that I owed it to my family to try and finish the job. I wasn’t anywhere near as good as Vex, but it’d be different for me. I would be successful.
--
Smoke from three torched beehives teetered upwards in the horizon as I strode back inside Riften’s gates. My tread was soft against the lush grass and crisp foliage underfoot, still kissed with light moisture from the previous evening’s rain. I was looking forward to receiving the praise which Brynjolf no doubt had prepared as I entered the mausoleum to descend into the Cistern.
While Brynjolf debriefed me, I noticed someone at the far end of the room who hadn’t been there previously. Standing at the desk at the mouth of the safe room, which up until now had been unoccupied, was a man, bent over in concentration as he surveyed his paperwork. He was too far away to note much of his appearance, other than his definite brow pulled into deep scowl.
“Has he been here before?” I whispered to Brynjolf, gesturing discreetly at the figure.
“Oh! I’d forgotten you hadn’t actually met yet.” Brynjolf walked towards the desk, urging me to follow with his hand.
As the man came into view, I noticed the deep-set lines drawing parallel across his forehead which ceased at the arch of his brow, only to appear again as furrows at the corners of his weary, slightly sunken eyes. The dim lighting of the room aggravated the dark circles underneath his gaze, which shifted almost disdainfully towards us on our approach.
“Mercer, this is the new member who joined while you were away,” my mentor gestured towards me, full of enthusiasm and warmth.
The man stood unaffected, his cold gaze lingering on me from underneath his brows before straightening upright. He was physically shorter than Brynjolf, yet his presence exuded more power and authority than any other’s. Goosebumps rose at the back of my neck while under his scrutiny, as if the air itself stood to attention in his presence. My throat felt dry and constricted as I gathered the breath to speak.
“Lass, meet Mercer Frey, our Guildmaster.”
Guildmaster.
Untitled Daddy Issues [F!DB/Mercer Frey] -- 2/?
Date: 2013-07-15 02:39 pm (UTC)Guildmaster Frey arrives at the Cistern every morning at around seven. He takes coffee, which is brewed strongly over the fire for ten minutes, without any milk or sugar. He completes clerical work across ledgers and other administrative material until noon, at which point Brynjolf arrives to remind him of lunch. Lunch is whatever stew is bubbling for the Guild. His afternoon varies: weekly progress meetings with Brynjolf, Vex, and Delvin; fortnightly meetings with Maven Black-Briar; protection fee negotiations with shopkeepers and merchants as required. He visits the Inn for remedial massage three to four times a week in the early evening, followed by dinner, either at the Cistern or the Inn on a massage day. Nap in the Cistern before personal heists over the early hours of the morning. Returns home to Riftweald to sleep until half-six. Indulges in bacon and eggs on toast and pancakes every second weekend.
He prefers meat, especially venison, bacon, and chicken breasts. Takes Black-Briar mead with most of his meals, and before bed. Vegetables mainly only when served as part of his meal, though always picks out sizeable pieces of onion and relegates them to the side of his plate. Table manner relaxes significantly when at home, as opposed to in the Cistern. He is quick to wipe food remnants from the corner of his mouth when eating with others, but less so when eating alone. Dislikes spoons larger than the comfortable circumference of his mouth. Does not eat overly intense sweets such as sweetrolls and taffy. Tolerates puddings and fruit pies, but only on occasion. Drinks his liquids in long, drawn sips as his eyes scan intently around his surroundings. He rests for ten to fifteen minutes after large meals, allowing the slight bump in his stomach to recede. Prone to skipping meals when deeply entrenched in work.
Largely ambidextrous, though has a very slight preference for his right hand. Short, cramped, utilitarian handwriting, primarily in capital letters and no joining loops. His palms are rough with sword calluses, the base of both middle fingers slightly lighter in colour due to the band attaching his leather wrist guards. The Guildmaster armour is especially made to fit his form, fitting snug over his lean, muscled limbs. He wears finer clothes when meeting with Maven, as well as on his trips for a massage. His grey eyes take on a reflective tinge when appraising loot. A faint scar from eyebrow to lip runs along the right side of his face. Not a single hair is out of place as he wakes from his evening nap. His lips are prone to dryness, and he licks them frequently while hard at work. Grinds his jaw tensely closed when deep in thought. Always holds his right side slightly further in front than his left when standing idle, hands fisted and ready. His gait seems heavy, but his footsteps never make a sound. All of his movements hold a smooth, graceful quality, as if dancing through air.
He never does paperwork while it sits in anyone else’s field of vision. Incredibly protective of the primary Guild ledger which sits on his desk. Always uses back routes behind the residential gardens to get home, one hand resting at his hip, ready to draw his sword at any moment. Guards don’t notice him. He never enters his home from the front. Not sure how he gets in. He is amenable when it comes to Maven Black-Briar, his masseuses, and the other Guild heads. His eyes narrow with acute disdain for everyone else. He is most at ease when at home, and immediately after his massage. His jaw slackens and his eyes appear darker as he relaxes. It’s the only time the steady rise and fall of his chest is visible as he breathes.
OP!
Date: 2013-07-15 09:02 pm (UTC)However, this is a great start, and just what I had in mind! Thank you so much for making me happy.
Re: Untitled Daddy Issues [F!DB/Mercer Frey] -- 2/?
Date: 2013-07-16 09:16 am (UTC)Re: Untitled Daddy Issues [F!DB/Mercer Frey] -- 2/?
Date: 2013-07-18 04:21 pm (UTC)i also have a special something for Mercer Frey and every request & fill is delighting !
your description of our beloved Guild Master is amazing, I´m gnawing my fists while waiting for more.
Re: Untitled Daddy Issues [F!DB/Mercer Frey] -- 2/?
Date: 2013-07-26 07:37 am (UTC)Re: Untitled Daddy Issues [F!DB/Mercer Frey] -- 2/?
Date: 2013-07-28 09:10 pm (UTC)Untitled Daddy Issues [F!DB/Mercer Frey] -- 3/?
Date: 2014-03-04 10:25 am (UTC)---
Eighteen months.
I don’t understand. Does he not see me? Does he not hear of me?
I have grown so much since when I joined. I can pick all of the chests in the training room; I’m almost as fast as Vipir; I give almost everything I don’t need back to the Guild. Delvin gave me a special job for an important client in Whiterun; Brynjolf praises me often; even Vex doesn’t glare anymore.
But the Guildmaster—does he even know my name? Does he not notice that the coffee over the fire is just the way he likes it every morning? Or that he never gets large chunks of onion in his stew anymore? He is always tended to by his favourite masseuse; always receives his favourite meal at the inn; never runs out of picks nor quills nor ink at his desk.
What else can I do?
He is so directed, so unfettered; never doing things that are unworthy of his time. His eyes become sharper; hands opening and closing subtly to disperse tension. Even his voice pulls to a point, sanding his words into fine needles which leave a caustic, almost compelling sting in their wake. Yet when he gives me orders, his gaze is dull and apathetic. He could be speaking to any other stranger – he doesn’t acknowledge me at all.
The more time passes, the more his presence continues to affect me. His voice is intoxicating. I hear it grazing my ears even when he isn’t speaking; articulating phrases I’ve never heard him say. Just the thought of his gaze locks me into place even when he himself is not present. His very sight is mesmerising. He moves lighter than air; a spectre haunting the shadows of the city just as he does my mind. I cannot pull away from his presence nor can I stop seeking him out in his absence.
But he doesn't want me. Always so eager to palm me off to BrynjoIf, saying he's "busy", even though I know he doesn't have anything else planned for the day. How can l show him I'm worth the time? How can I be worth his time ? I need to know -- I need to find out.
I've watched him for so long yet there's still so much I don't know. What do his hands feel like? Is his hair soft like down or coarse and wiry like steel wool? Does he have any other scars? What's his favourite instrument? Doesn't he get a back ache, leaning over his desk like that? Who's his favourite Guild member? Does he like dark haired girls?
I don't know if I can be patient much longer.
--
Untitled Daddy Issues [F!DB/Mercer Frey] -- 4/?
Date: 2014-03-04 10:25 am (UTC)The sun descends in a bright orange over the horizon. Whatever light filtered through the slats in between the barred windows has faded, leaving the room in darkness. The Guildmaster should be in the middle of his massage at the inn. He doesn't tend to use his home for very much other than sleeping and very occasionally eating; a very fine layer of dust sits atop all the nonessential furniture. The house is barely decorated at all -- is the Guild doing so badly that even the Guildmaster can't afford to decorate his home?
I'm making sure that he isn't out of picks when I hear the sound of something heavy dropping to the floor. The Guildmaster should't be arriving for at least another hour -- who is it?
Surely no one would dare rob Mercer Frey?
Nobody's home -- they're going to get away with it unless I do something..!
If I run in the direction of the noise I should be able to catch them--
I barely make it a few metres before crashing straight into something larger than myself and decidedly more solid. A calloused hand darts out and fixes firmly around my wrist, stopping me from staggering back any further.
"Are you lost, kitten?" -- The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I know that voice all too well; rough gravel edges lining burnished leather. ".. Or are you a little magpie, come to steal all my shiny things?"
I can feel my throat closing over, my stomach constricting tightly. No-- nonononono, it was not supposed to happen like this. I want to speak, but my voice is lost by the time I open my mouth. I feel faint. This can't be happening..
"I could have you thrown out of the Guild for this," his hand tightens like a vice around my wrist, fingers digging painfully into the flesh. "Or worse, hanged." The other hand hovers over my neck for emphasis. If he pressed it closer I could catalogue the feel of his hands; memorise the tessellating skin with callous with practised, vital muscle. His teeth glint like steel, snarl practically feral. Jagged edges -- what manner of imprints would they leave?
Hot, leaden fear coils in the pit of my stomach, part of me imploring I run, run far; yet I don't truly want to leave. He's finally here -- I can finally see him up close. Even the tiny lines which crown his iris are visible among the sea of grey.. He's finally looking at me. I've been waiting for so long, even if I could look away, I wouldn't.
The Guildmaster lets out a small tsk, twisting my arm painfully behind my back. Turning slightly on his heel, he pushes me face-first into the wall, body pinning me in place. "I'm not a patient man, girl," He presses me into the solid surface, the pressure all but forcing the air out of my lungs. Any attempts to struggle only makes him warp my arm further, sharp pain shooting through me as if he may just pop the arm off outright.
"I'll ask you again..," I can visualise the planes of his chest through his leathers as it presses into my back. "What. Are you. Doing. Here?" He grabs a fistful of hair, forcing my head back to view the ceiling. He hasn't clipped his fingernails recently.
The pain coursing through my arm and across my scalp has an almost sobering effect. I know I've done nothing wrong -- not really. I just have to explain to him what I was doing, and it'll be alright. I know the knots in my stomach are from anticipation; not fear.
"I was just making sure you had enough supplies." My voice comes out ragged, slightly laced with pain. The rise and fall of his chest undulates gently against my back.
"Oh?" He murmurs directly into my ear, "and who asked you to do that?" His voice is as smooth as honey, yet the rough edges make me shudder in response. My face heats up at the realisation that I-- we-- are in such close proximity. Part of me is already busy detailing the feel of his fingers; his scent, mingling with leather and sweat and mead. If only I could turn to look at him.
"No-one." I turn my head, trying to catch a glimpse through the corner of my eye. "I just wanted to help out."
Silence.
Re: Untitled Daddy Issues [F!DB/Mercer Frey] -- 4/?
Date: 2014-03-04 02:43 pm (UTC)And if you did any drifting, I didn't notice. I was too wrapped up in the Guildmaster obsession with our narrator!
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Date: 2013-07-15 02:40 pm (UTC)Passer anon has been excited about this fill since it was prompted. Don't leave us hanging A!A! =D
Untitled Daddy Issues [F!DB/Mercer Frey] -- 1/onwards
Date: 2017-12-16 12:00 pm (UTC)there is a bit more since this last instalment here: archiveofourown[dot]org/works/13031514/chapters/29806911
I hope to see you there~
Re: Daddy Issues
Date: 2013-08-04 10:51 pm (UTC)OP!
Date: 2013-08-18 10:53 pm (UTC)