Hey peoples, this is the first and quite possibly the last story that I've ever written. I noticed a distinct lack in really good, fluffy, slow-burn Fem!Dovahkiin/Marcurio stories around here, so I decided to try to make my own. I'm also writing this entire thing on my phone so please try to let me know about any typos and such that I miss, but please do so gently. Aside from that, please enjoy!
He could tell from the moment she walked in that he wouldn't be spending another night in this gods forsaken inn. Marcurio watched from his usual bench against the wall as she plopped down into one of the rickety barstools. She was very young looking, probably too young to be traveling on her own, with shoulder length blond hair and tired looking green eyes. She had on heavy steal armor that didn't seem to fit exactly right and was carrying a warhammer that must have weighed more than she did.
He continued to watch as she ordered her supper, waiting just long enough for her to get comfortable before approaching. Just as she was about to take a very large bite of bread, she heard a rather obnoxious voice to her right.
"Well well! Look what the horker dragged in. You look like someone who my service may be of use too. Wha'd'ya say, 500 gold and you'll-"
"First time I've ever ran into such a pushy prostitute." The woman interrupted. "And a male one, at that."
He sputted to a stop and felt his cheeks flush red as everyone at the bar started laughing uncontrollably. The rude stranger smirked at the havoc she had caused and took a swig of her mead.
"Y-you seems to misunderstand," He continued as he felt his face growing a deeper shade of pink in embarrasment. "I only ment that you may want a traveling partner. The wilds of Skyrim are overflowing with all sorts of nasty beasts. With a master of the arcane at your side, you'll have nothing to worry about."
She turned to face the mage for the first time that evening, and he could see in more detail just who she appeared to be. Her face was clean and unblemished, and up close he could see that she was much more muscular than he had originally thought. Perhaps she actually could handle the huge hammer that was now sitting on the floor, leaning against her knee as she sat. She still looked very young, and rather attractive. Working for her would have its perks compared to the dusty old adventurers he usually found himself in the company of.
"Do you know the way to Windhelm by any chance?" She asked him.
"Of course I do." He smiled to hide his blatent lie. "It's a pretty simple route."
She sighed and dug around in her bag until she produced a sack of coin and placed it on the bar in front of him. "Just get me to Windhelm safely and your service will be over."
Marcurio picked up the bag of money and peaked inside, feeling giddy at the sight of it all.
"What's your name, mage?" His new employer asked.
"Marcurio, from the Imperial City. What about you, stranger?"
"Beo, from nowhere important. We leave in the morning, first thing." She smiled at him for the first time, whixh he returned with his own lopsided grin. "I look forward to working with you."
So here it is, it will start to pick up soon. I don't really have a plan for when I'll be updating, just whenever it get it finished. Side note, Beo means "bee" in Old English. I actually stole it from the old English story "Beowulf".