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How do our favorite followers react after discovering the person who hired (or befriended) them is really the Dragonborn?

This is like, my 3rd fill so it isn't the greatest, but I tried! I haven't had Erik as a companion yet but he's still my favourite. I tried to make the Dovakiin gender-neutral for this one so it's a little weird. Just shove your favourite DB in there!
Characters: Erik the Slayer, Dragonborn
Kink: Gen fic

Erik stared slack-jawed at the sight before him. A dragon, and honest-to-Gods dragon had attacked them, just while they were walking out of Whiterun! All they heard was a "whoosh" of wind, and a flap of wings and suddenly the biggest bloody lizard he had ever seen was upon them, breathing scorching flames and roars. Erik could swear he had heard it laugh.

He had been rooted to the spot, made immobile by a mixture of fear and awe - and probably would have stayed like that until the dragon burned off his ass - except he spotted his leader spring into action, sprinting for cover while calling for Erik to follow. He managed to snap out of his trance, bolting for cover as hungry flames licked at his heels, and a sinister shadow loomed overhead. On command, Erik drew his bow and fired as best he could at the beast, managing one or two good shots to it's leathery green wings. The guards joined them in the fight, firing their bows at a rapid pace while screaming insults at the behemoth.

His leader, though, fought the hardest, disappearing in a flurry of blades, bows and magic. The sky itself seemed to tremble as they let out a godly battle cry, leaping up onto the beast's head when it landed. They slashed their blade across it's gaping maw, and plunged it into a glaring yellow eye. The dragon roared in anguish, and in fury, turning its spiteful gaze onto his mentor, and gave a quick snap of its jaws. Erik's heart dropped as he heard the teeth scrape across his friends armour and watched in horror as they stumbled, only to be shocked again as they managed to not only get up, but charge towards the beast with a cry of impending victory. A blade was sunk into the mighty dragon's head, between its eyes, grunting with the effort - but the grin of a battle won was all over their face.

Erik thought that was the end of it, but he was wrong. Before his eyes, the dragon was...burning? No, that wasn't the word - it was turning into ash but with no heat. Vaporised was what it was, its scales and flesh turning into ash, leaving only the bones behind. And there was a light too - vibrant colours twisting their way towards his friend. The lights seemed to... seemed to absorb into them, their head tilted back with a look of serenity on their face. By the Nine - was he seeing things? What his friend was doing, could he really be...?

As if they heard his thoughts, his leader turned towards him, taking small steps forward as if they had just woken from a dream. Erik fell to his knees, muttering a prayer.
"Y-you? Dragonborn? I-I had no idea, forgive me, I beg of you! To be in the presence of such a warrior-" Erik was cut off by a wave of his friend's - the Dragonborn's - hand, and they smiled and gestured for him to rise.
"Many thanks, Dragonborn. But...but why didn't you tell me this before we left Rorikstead? If I had known..."
The warrior gave a sly smile.
"You didn't ask." They replied, before bursting into a hearty laugh. Erik looked confused for a moment, before he too joined his friends, until tears of mirth streamed from their eyes, both happy to alive after a battle such as this.

Erik grabbed his pack, taking an itinerary of what was spared from the fire. He looked towards his companion and smiled; Well Erik, he thought to himself, you wanted an adventure, and by the Gods you sure chose a good way to find it. He hoisted the sack over his shoulder and followed his friend to the market, readying himself for the fights to come.

Not OP, but that was an awesome fill A!Anon. I like how you left the Dragonborn up to the reader, always speaking of them in third person without describing the sex, even the way they fight could have been just about anyone.

Great job, and have no worries. You're doing awesome even when it's only your third fill.

Being a mercenary was a dangerous occupation. Sure, it kept life interesting, sometimes uncomfortably so. Some days, though, he wished he'd had the good sense to stay at home and pursue his Mastery from the comfort and safety of the Imperial City. At first it was great fun, just the adventure he'd been looking for. He could easily overlook most of Skyrim's many faults. He'd gotten used to the cold weather, the Thieves' Guild never bothered him, and even the war barely had any effect on his life. What lay before his eyes now would be more difficult to ignore.

Marcurio detached his eyes from the blanched skeleton before him and looked towards his traveling companion. "What was that?"

She looked back with unblinking reptilian eyes. "A dragon," she said blandly. "Perhaps you've heard they've returned to Skyrim?"

He shook his head vigorously. "That's-- that's not what I meant. What just happened to this dragon? Just now? After we killed it?"

She looked down and back up again and he could have sworn she was twiddling the toe of her boot in the packed dirt.

"I've heard the rumors that the dragons have returned," said Marcurio, trying with all his might to remain calm. "I also heard a rumor that there was a Dragonborn about."

"You shouldn't believe every rumor you hear in a tavern," she said.

"Well," he asked again, "are you the Dragonborn? Did you just absorb this dragon's soul?"

She brushed at her cuirass and fiddled with her sword-belt.

"Why didn't you say anything?" he said, hardly managing to keep his voice below a shout.

Now she crossed her arms. "Well, I don't like to talk about it."

His mind raced over everything that had happened since she'd hired his services in Riften. "Is that why you hid from the dragon on the way to Shor's Stone?"

"No," she said sharply, "I hid from the dragon because I don't want to die."

"But--"

She wasn't about to let him continue that thought, that much was clear.

He sighed and dropped his arms to his sides. "Fine. Have it your way. Are there any more bandits or draugr you require my arcane mastery to dispense with?"

"Arcane apprenticeship," she said.

At that moment he almost screamed.

"Jaree-Ra is dead, and no one else has tried to kill me," she said. "We're going to a cavern to gather supplies and search for something that has been lost. Then we're heading back to Solitude, and from there to Whiterun."

"Whiterun," said Marcurio. "Of course. No problem."

She whistled for the dog and they set off.

A few days later they reached Whiterun. He followed her as she dashed through the streets and up every staircase in the city, and walked through the doors of Dragonsreach without a word from the guards.

"Stay here," she said, and darted up to the dais where the Jarl's throne stood.

He crept closer and managed to catch a few words. It seemed to be no more than a simple business transaction with the keep's steward. In fact, her urgent errand was to buy a deed of land. Such a simple, one could even say human task. In truth, it was a relief.

"We'll unburden at the house, and then your time's your own while I head to the marketplace."

That seemed simple enough.

The house was not much to look at. The exterior was sturdy enough, but the rooms inside were a jumble of empty crates, bits of lumber and cobwebs. Only the back room was clean and furnished with bookshelves, a worktable and, of course, an alchemy station. By now he could guess her priorities. She unburdened her traveling library and ridiculously extensive collection of herbs and gestured at the one chair.

"You can stay here, if you like," she said. "I know the library's not much, but at least it's warm and dry."

He chose to follow her upstairs, anyway.

And cursed his own curiosity.

"Why," he asked, his voice close to cracking, "did that woman just call you 'my Thane'?"

Her unblinking eyes creased at the corners. She was laughing at him, he just knew it.

And Marcurio wandered back to his chair in the alchemy lab, sat down heavily and rested his head in his hands. What exactly had he gotten himself into?

A!Anon,

Could you please post your tags and number your following posts please? Thank you! :)

es:skyrim
character: marcurio
character: F!PC
relationship: gen
race: Argonian
race: Imperial

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