So, here we are again. Reviews as I have nothing to say here.

7sky: Your wish is my command, and lemons aren't really my thing. Just the thought feels wrong to me.

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Anyway, let's see how Alduin reacts to her drunk self's antics.

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When Alduin awoke from a dream she couldn't remember but could tell was important, she felt two things right off the bat. One: a really bad hangover and two: she was holding something, and it was holding her back. She opened her blood-red eyes to see the dovahkiin's face millimeters from her's. Least to say, she began to scream internally, both elated and horrified at her situation. 'What the actual fuck happened?' She thought to herself. 'Even if I was blackout drunk, I would've remembered mating with him… right?' That train of thought immediately made her entire face flush the same color as her eyes. She would be lying if she said she disliked the thought, but she barely knows him! It's then Christan wakes up and also begins to internally scream and flush red. In his head, a voice he always knew was there, but could never hear, was heard for the first time. His inner dragon.

'You do realize she's ours, right?' It said to him with what Christan could tell was a shit-eating grin. 'What are you talking about?' He thought to his draconic soul. Christan could feel it wanted to facepalm. 'She's our mate, dumbass. Well, she's meant to be at least.' It deadpanned. This caused Christan's face to heat up even further. He couldn't even think, except for the involuntary less than professional thoughts involving him and Alduin. 'Now you understand. Alright, a basic rundown of a dragon mating ritual without the part that will cause you to explode. Dragons are extremely possessive of things perceived to be theirs, including mates. Upon deciding to mate, the couple will bite each other on the neck, leaving a scar, showing that the dragon has a mate. With the bite, comes a perfect understanding of each other's thu'um, all of it. Also, because you're about as perceptive as a blind and deaf bandit, I have to point out how you are protective of her.' Christan's inner dragon explains.

Now that it had been pointed out, the Dragonborn did notice how the mere thought of harm coming to Alduin made his blood boil. 'No harm will come to her. She will be mine, she IS mine, and nobody else's.' Christan thought to himself. That scar is what he desires, and he got an idea on how to get it. "W-We should probably get up." He said to the dragoness, while he was planning to act on his feelings, he couldn't help the embarrassed stutter in his voice. Alduin quickly nodded, untangled herself from Christan, and quickly walked out the room. When his inner dragon saw his plan, it was in disbelief. 'Really? That's your plan? That'll never work.' It stated. Christan merely ignored it and requiped into his armor. He walked downstairs and saw Alduin in her armor as well. "Hey, Alduin! I'll tell you a secret if you catch me!" He shouts as he bolts past her and out the door.

'Oh really? All right little man, I'll play your game.' The goddess thought as she began to run after him. Christan ran through the market and up the steps, Alduin close behind him. They earned some odd looks, but everyone in Whiterun was used to the Dragonborn's at times eccentric behavior. Christan ran up and through Dragonsreach to the dragon trap area, Alduin still almost literally on his tail. Without so much as a thought, he leaped off the balcony and willed himself to become a dragon. With a blinding light, Christan turned into Dovahkriidjun, a pure white dragon with shining blue eyes, and he began to fly in the direction of bleak falls barrow. 'Thank the divines flying is instinctual' the dragon thought he quickly shifted into Christan to enter the tomb then shifted back into a dragon. He turned to face the door, planning on giving his soon-to-be mate a bit of a fiery shock. The world eater, however, had other plans.

"Gol bol al!"

That's the only warning Dovahkriidjun received before Alduin tackled him from behind. A new dovah-sized hole in the ceiling was behind her. "Well? What was that secret you wanted to tell me?" The black dragon asked after getting off Dovahkriiidjun's back. He turned around with a triumphant grin, confusing Alduin. "Your mine." The white dragon said before his jaws clamped down on the world eater's neck. Alduin was shocked at first, but she soon gained a domineering grin. "And you belong to me." The black dragon announced before she bit Dovahkriidjun's neck.

With that, the two had an influx of information of the shouts the other had. When they released each other, sea blue and crimson red eyes met, the two souls gracing each other for the briefest of moments. They then heard a male voice clear its throat, prompting them to look at the entrance to see Akatosh staring at them. Both Dovahkriidjun and Alduin just stood there, horrified that the world eater's father had just witnessed them become mates.

The leader of the divines sighed. "Dragonborn, I'm not sure if I should smite you here and now, or hug you and say welcome to the family." He said, giving the savior of Skyrim a small glare. Dovahkriidjun chuckled nervously, secretly scared shitless. "Would it help if I said I wasn't planning on taking her until after the war?" The white dragon asked nervously. Alduin's shoulders sagged a little in disappointment, but she understood the logic behind it. She didn't want her children growing up during a war either. The thought of having Dovahkriidjun's children caused Alduin to blush, but it appealed to her to no end.

Akatosh regarded Dovahkriidjun for a moment before sighing again. "I guess I can live with that. But, it wouldn't do for someone in this family to not be a divine." The divine resigned. 'He's not gonna…' both Dovahkriidjun and Alduin thought. Akatosh then continued. "Christan Wolf-Blood, Dovahkriidjun, by the power vested in me, I pronounce you the divine of adventures, honorable combat, and war." Dovahkriidjun immediately felt the massive influx of power. Without realizing it, he shifted back into Christan and got to a knee. When he got his senses back, he made use of the position. "Thank you, Akatosh, I am forever at your service and in your debt." Christan said.

The three divines then heard slow clapping. "Well done Dovahkiin! Not only did you win the heart of one of the most sought after woman known to all things holy and unholy, but you became a god yourself!" A male voice with an odd accent (AN: it's British) came from behind the two younger divines. Christan and Alduin turned to see a man with black hair, auburn eyes, and an almost infectious smile with perfect teeth. He had fine black clothes that would make any man jealous. "Ah, where are my manners? Your friends may know me, but you don't Dragonborn. My name is Lucifer Morningstar, owner of the mercenary group hell's elite and punisher of all sinners. But please, call me Lucifer." He introduced with a bow.

Christan could feel the dark energy radiating off the man, simultaneously like and different from that of the daedra. He opened his hand slightly, ready to summon his halberd at a moment's notice. "Now then, onto business. You see, I have some souls here that were punished unjustly by a hand other than my own. So I want you, Mr. Dragonborn, to make them your, what I like to call, wraiths. In return, hell's elite will join your forces." Lucifer offered. Alduin gave Christan a look that urged him to be careful. He glanced back at Akatosh, who only had a neutral glare fixed on Lucifer. "...What's the catch?" Christan asked after a few moments. Watching Lucifer's body language closely. "No catch, no strings attached, no binding contract." The man responded. 'No signals. Either he has perfect absolute control over his body, or he's telling the truth.' Christan thought to himself. It was a gamble, but one he was willing to take. "Alright, it's a deal." Christan said. Lucifer's smile widened as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pouch.

He threw it to the Dragonborn, who caught it with ease. Emptying it into his palm, Christan was greeted with the sight of stones with sigils on them. The first was a longsword stabbing down behind a helmet that looked like his. The second had a short sword and a dagger crossed behind a mask with crosses for eyes. The third had a flail on a shield. The fourth and final one had a pair of halberds crossed on it. "Just pour your newfound divine energy into those stones, and your wraiths will appear. Now if you'll excuse me, I have places to be. Lovely meeting you dovahkiin." Lucifer said before walking further into the tomb, disappearing from sight.

Christan returned his gaze to the stones. He felt something radiating from them, but he couldn't identify it. "Nothing ventured…" Christan murmured to himself. He channeled some of his divine energy into the stones. The sigils let out a blinding light, forcing all three divines to look away. When they were able to see again, they were greeted with the sight of four figures.

The first was a woman with plate armor. Her helmet wasn't that of the one on her stone, instead, it had chainmail covering the mouth. The arms were a simple affair, with one pauldron smooth and the other with a piece of it jutting up. The chest piece had a metal plate over the heart while the rest of it was some sort of thick leather with metal strips on it. The longsword she held, however, was ornate. With a sun in the pommel, a pointed crossguard, and an engraved blade.

The second was a man who's outfit could only be described as prisoner made soldier. He had shackles on his wrists, indicating further that he was a prisoner in the past. His right pauldron had a skull on it, while the other was spiked. His helmet was spiked and had a skull on it with a white faceplate and leather padding on the sides and back for protection. He was holding an unmarked flail and shield.

The third was a small woman. Her armor was purely made of leather, marking her as a fighter that focused on speed rather than power. Her head was hidden by a hood and metal mask with crosses for eyeholes. Her dagger and shortsword were simple and plain.

The final person had an unidentifiable gender, as their armor was a mass of metal. The pauldrons had the faces of lions on them. On the chest plate, was a medallion on a chain with two crossed halberds with a sword above them and a skull below them upon it. He held an ornate halberd with a lion upon it, it's mouth in a roar facing the blade.

They looked around for a moment before their gaze fell upon the three divines. Quickly, they all got to one knee, facing Christan. "Thank you for returning us to life, my lord." The one with the longsword said with a feminine voice. Christan was a little surprised with the title, but then remembered he was, in fact, now a god. "No need to call me lord or anything like that, just Christan is fine. May I know your names?" He asked. The wraiths seemed taken aback by how informal the deity is. Nonetheless, the woman with the longsword answered. "I am Sarah Evanson, warden. The man who has an unhealthy amount of skulls on his armor is Stone Xavier Sebastian, conqueror. The other girl is Mercy, peacekeeper. The man in enough armor to make an army's weapons is Holden Cross, lawbringer."

The titles meant nothing to Christan, but he could tell that with them, came a grand amount of authority. "Well… I don't really know why I'm here still, so I'm gonna leave now. Remember Christan, not until after the war." Akatosh warned as he faded back to wherever the divines reside. Christan, who, along with Alduin, turned around, nodded quickly, knowing full well that the god of time could smite him whenever he wanted. He turned back to his wraiths. "Now, as wonderfully crafted that armor is, with the war we're in, steel isn't going to cut it, literally and figuratively. And people tend to freak out when they see someone wearing skulls on their armor." Christan pointed out.

And just like that, the wraiths began to generate light. When it stopped, the wraith's armor and weapons were the same but made of dragon bones and scales. The skulls on Stone had been replaced with scaled down dragon skulls. "Well, with that out of the way, let's head back to Whiterun." Christan said as he began to walk away. His wraiths and mate following close behind.

(Last night, Alduin's dreamscape)

The word eater found herself in the courtyard of a grand castle in dragon form, unable to control herself in the dream. She was watching Christan spar with a woman in armor wielding a longsword. Beside her was a man with black hair and amber eyes. With a spin, Christan managed to get the blade of his halberd to the woman's throat. "That was a great spar, warden." Christan complimented as he lowered his halberd. "Yeah, it was almost as great as that time you told us that Garret and Ember are dating." Christan groaned as the woman he was sparring removed her helmet, showing her to have red hair and steel grey eyes. "I'm telling you, man, our kids are in love." Christan insisted.

Just then, the roar of a very angry young dragon and human are heard, causing everyone to look at the main building as a boy roughly seventeen years old with blond hair and emerald eyes bursts through the doors. "Tristan? What's going on?" The black haired man asked. That question was answered when a boy with black hair and steel grey eyes and a juvenile female red dragon with green eyes, both roughly eighteen, came out the same door, roaring in fury. "I CAUGHT GARRET AND EMBER KISSING!" The boy known as Tristan shouted as he ran and hid behind Alduin.

Everything went silent as the grave. A few seconds later, it was broken by Christan's uproarious laughter. "Haha-I t-hahaha-told you s-so-HAHAHAHAHA!" He struggles out between laughing fits as Tristan joins him in laughter. The boy and dragon were both blushing furiously, embarrassed that their secret was out. "Y-yeah? W-well… I saw you kissing Jade!" The red dragon, apparently named Ember, exclaimed. Tristan stops laughing and begins to sputter as his cheeks turned the same color as Ember's scales.

In Alduin's eyes,

It was the most beautiful thing she's ever seen.

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I considered keeping the dream a secret until I finished this story, but then I decided not to be an asshole. Garret, Ember, Tristan, Jade and the surname Xavier Sebastian are from the Talon book saga. I highly recommend it, and you can probably guess who their parents are, and what said parents do.

Now for dovahzul lessons!

Gol Bal Al: earth move destroy, a custom shout made by yours truly.

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