Written for the Skyrim Kink Meme, now fixed and revised
Prompt
Okay, so I'm suddenly wanting some Miraak fluff.
Where a f!dragonborn and him have a child together and he gets stuck watching him/her. And he's being all kind a of adorable towards the baby. Bonus points if he has no idea how to care for a child ^.^
Author's note: I deliberately left the Dragonborn's name a blank so people can somewhat fill it with their own, but- there's still a few headcanons thrown here and there. However I don't consider this canon to Julia's story continuity. It's done for fluff's sake. Hope you like it!
This was, in no way, how he imagined his life would unfold.
Hardly four years ago he was in Hermaeus Mora's grasp. Secluded to Apocrypha, spending every waking minute of his existence anticipating the moment he would finally be ready - they all would be ready - for his return.
He would make them remember, and by them he wasn't just referring to the sleep deprived people of Solstheim. No. With his recovered and possibly increased power, he could travel further, take the whole land of Tamriel, make his dominion bigger than it ever was in the past.
Vahlok had succeeded only because he wasn't prepared back then. His enthusiasm and over-confidence provided by the knowledge given by Hermaeus Mora had been his defeat, thinking himself invincible and being caught off guard for it. But now the dragonpriest had had a terribly long time to revise every detail, consider every possibility, and with the reign of dragons long-time disappeared and no Jailor to stop him, it was easy and not in the least arrogant to expect no failure.
When he finally returned to Nirn, he would punish the world for forgetting him, and take back what was rightfully his to claim.
He'd become, once again, the master of his own fate, and be free of Hermaeus Mora's strings.
What exactly happened with all of that, he still couldn't figure it out.
Surely he knew, the moment Mora's tentacle retreated and he fell with a ungraceful thud to the ground, that she had changed something.
She, whom he had considered a mere entertainment, an annoying fly buzzing in his ear, irritatingly determined, yes, but never a menace to have in mind, no matter what fate had decreed. He knew Hermaeus Mora planned to use her as a tool to get rid of him, luring her with promising deals, just like he had done with the atmoran in the past. He just couldn't understand how Mora, being the daedric prince of knowledge, had chosen such a subject as his new champion.
He couldn't lie, as much as he tried to be cautious, not to be caught with his guard down like last time, he just couldn't find it in himself to worry. It had even amused Miraak that she had made it that far, managing to bend the will of his most loyal servant for her own purposes. She was persistent for an insect, he had to give her that.
However, her presence was still convenient. She wasn't even fit to tie his bootlaces, but the power her soul presented, fed with hundreds of dragons, was something he could indeed find a good use for. It was as if Mora was the web, Miraak the spider, and the last Dragonborn the unsuspecting bug. Besides, what better way to present himself than as the devourer of Alduin's slayer?
He had never expected her to be that damnably good at battle, or to have mastered the Dragon Aspect in such a short amount of time. He truly hadn't planned to consume his last three dragon servants, those weak, treacherous lizards, when he had been close to being once again defeated.
But Hermaeus Mora's betrayal, now that was something that didn't catch him by surprise. He was, after all, a capricious master.
The first Dragonborn couldn't make out what exactly she was yelling at Mora, or what the tricky Daedra hissed in return, what's with the whole having a sickening, dark giant tentacle impaling his very soul, making his body go limb, filling his fogged mind with rage, pain, and betrayal.
But he knew, the torturous moment he lifted himself from the ground and he realized he was alive, and she was alive, and that Hermaeus Mora sounded pleased, that whatever change she had caused, he wouldn't like it.