#maliketh x reader

[kumiaku]

Kinktober Day 4 - Knotting, Maliketh x Reader (Elden Ring)

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Misc. Tags - Knotting, Breeding, usage of thou/thee, AFAB reader, p in v sex, some weird predator/prey dynamic showing up for a minute but not like staying too relevant

WC - 520

Nsfw under cut

You knew Maliketh was different from you, he was the Shadow of Queen Marika the Eternal, he was a half-wolf and much <em>much</em> larger than you. 

He was warm as his body draped over yours, like a fur belt insulating the smell of your aching sex. He grunted - you whined - his long and thick cock rolling over the outside of your cunt. Sliding the slick over the head of his soft cock, then over his his long shaft, you could feel the head reach 

“Guide it.” He growled. 

You compiled, hand reaching down to grab his cock - not yet hard, and line it with your pussy, he pushed in, and you ground your feet on the ground, pushing up against him, sheathing him quicker. 

He already made you feel so full, but then he began to swell. His cock was inhuman, stretching your slick canal, swiftly spreading it. The heat captured in his fur made it hard to breathe as you gasped for air - your pussy felt like it was being pushed apart - you felt like you were being cleaved apart. “You know what will happen.” 

You gulped, a shaky moan leaving your lips, but still you persisted, heat throbbing tenuously inside of you, “I wish to bear your brood.” 

“Speak once more and thou whilst be ne’er bereft.” He growled it - a warning, but it felt like an offer - a badge of honor. With him inside of you, you felt complete. 

“I wish to bear your-” 

You couldn’t finish as he began to frantically hump you, hardly a warning at all. You twisted your hips from side to side, trying to push into him even as your body tried to escape. Predator to a prey, he tore at you from inside out, badgering you incessantly, ruthlessly. Bringing death to any notion except rapture. 

Yet even with his lips pulled back in a snarl, his teeth on display, the predator made you not pray for escape - but for death. For the finale - for your thread to be snapped and for you to be no more. 

He groaned out a growl, teeth gnashing but never threatening you. You hummed out a response, clenching and whimpering around him, legs feeling as though they needed to move, shaking fervently as that warmth inside you festered. 

You would succumb soon now, the pull, the very allure of this deathly divinity was your destiny to desire. “Maliketh.” You barely managed to speak, saliva welling up in your mouth as you swallowed, the sensations swimming up your spine and circling both at your center and in your brain. 

And you pulsated, loose words and syllables stumbling from your esophagus as you clenched and sucked and writhed around him. And he too pulsated inside you, stilling and burying his maw against your feverish skin. So hot and warm inside of you. 

“Maliketh.” You repeated, the pleasure hardly dying down as you came off your high. 

“Be still, sweet.” His tongue lay flat against your skin, dragging up and catching the sweat soak, sweet and salty playing together on his tongue. “I shall wilt without thee.”

[bigtimesalt8196]

Kinda disappointed that there isn't much work for Maliketh the Black Blade 😔

Go to therapy or read another fan fiction of your favorite fictional character?

[bunbunlovestowrite]

༒︎𝔜𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 ℜ𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔨𝔞! 𝔵 𝔉𝔢𝔪!ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯༒︎

𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑅𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑘𝑎 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑝𝑝 (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

Ps this is kinda shitty since I just had an edible

SFW

Ever since you were a young girl, you had this effect on people.

Family were more protective of you and friends didn't want to be far from you for long

Turning into a young woman only made it worse.

While you didn't live with family anymore, your neighbors were too nosy and your friends would argue over who hung out with you that day

Of course, you were oblivious to this. You were oblivious to everything.

You left your village at age 23 when a giant ran through and killed nearly everyone.

It's the lands in between what did you expect?

But you got on a horse with all your belongings in a bag and made your way to the erdtree.

You didn't have a goal, hell you didn't even have a map, but it seemed as if the erdtree beckoned you to it.

You got to Limgrave and explored, making friends with a few tarnished. Such nice people if you ignore the smell of death.

Do they wash? Apparently not.

Then you got to Stormveil Castle untouched.

Margit stopped you, of course, thinking you were another tarnished. But when he saw you it was like someone spoke to him.

So he stepped aside and let you pass. You walked right through the front gate, no one looked at you and they didn't dare touch you.

You were confused but grateful to get through the castle quicker.

Liurnia was so big you kinda got dizzy.

Things here were more hostile than you thought and sneaking past them was harder. But you managed.

I would get into the nitty-gritty of how you got to the capital but would you read all of that?

Let's say you finally got to the capital.

At first, you think it's beautiful and you're so excited to explore.

Next thing you know your running from foot soldiers yelling about Marika and Radagons consort.

After that, you hid in an alleyway to catch your breath when you got the shit knocked out of you.

Well good news cause you woke up in a plush bed wearing clothing that covered what it needed.

A white dress that had leg slits, the top connected to a gold clasp around your neck.

You noticed your head was laid on something hard and warm.

Sitting up you see Lord Radagon himself laying next to you.

He was asleep and his long red hair was spread on the pillows.

One of his arms was wrapped around your waist and the other hand was under his head.

You, being the oblivious dumbass you are, saw nothing of the situation and laid back down.

:3 <==== you

And when you woke up it was Marika.

You tried to be polite. Called her 'my queen', tried bowing, but she shushed you and pulled you close.

She explained how she and Radagon were both there, sharing a body, sharing you.

And who would say no to riches, safety, mind-blowing sex, and basically anything you want?

NSFW

Didn't take long for them to get handy with you.

I mean your first day with them Marika had already cupped your breasts while sleeping. An accident she said.

But it's not like you were against it. The two of them were so attractive, so attending and so teasing that you found yourself dripping just by talking to one of them.

Now who had you first? Trick question it was both.

There you were on the bed, naked and sprawled out with Radagon eating you out.

His mouth was skilled and he knew every spot to suck and flick.

Marika was the one whose hand caressed your breasts, squeezing and kneading them with a tender touch.

It was only after you came twice on his tongue that Radagon finished slid into you.

His cock was perfect, practically made for you.

It hit every spot and his tip pressed to your cervix.

His thrusts were gentle and intense at first, easing you in and stretching you out.

Marika spoke from him, praising you and coddling you.

"Our angel."

"Just like that, lift your hips up pretty."

"Don't hold back, let us hear you."

"Yes. Say our names just like that..."

Radagon groaned when you wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his chest.

His thrusts got harder, faster, his movement more primal that anything else.

He wouldn't break you, but he would destroy you.

He practically lifted you off the bed, driving into you.

The room was filled with skin slapping and your cries of ecstasy, not to mention Marika cooing when you clawed at Radagons back and did like 2 damage.

Your orgasm came first, blinding white light clouded your vision as you squirt all over Radagons cock, your head falling back.

Radagon groaned as he came, stuffing your cunt full of his cum.

If you get pregnant then they'll have to expand the family tree.

Marika has too many damn kids.

Anyways :3

This was your first time with them so they didn't want to push you too far.

[swan-of-sunrise]

Endgame (Chapter Seven)

Summary: (Y/N), Thor and Rocket travel to 2013 Asgard on a mission for the Reality Stone, but an unexpected setback forces (Y/N) to seek the help of an old friend.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings/Disclaimers: Disclaimer for a depiction and discussion of grief disorders, PTSD and their symptoms, and a brief scene depicting a panic attack

A/N: This was a very sad chapter to write but also one I’m incredibly proud of! Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Seven May 2013 Asgard (Previous Chapter)

With a blinding flash of light, the trio swiftly grew to their usual heights and landed with wobbly legs onto a stone-covered floor, taking a moment to regain their bearings before deactivating their Quantum suits and looking up at their surroundings. They were standing in the middle of a grand chamber, with towering pillars carved with sophisticated designs and domed ceilings decorated to perfection with intricate paintings detailing the long history of Asgard; the edges of the arched windows were adorned with gold moldings and as she looked out at the sprawling city outside, (Y/N) couldn’t help but smile through the sadness brought on by the beautiful sight. Asgard had once been a stunning realm filled with such rich history and technological achievements rivaled only by Wakanda’s, but it was violently destroyed and those who survived Ragnarok had been decimated twice-over by Thanos. We can’t fix what happened to their home or the attack they suffered on the Statesman, but we can sure as hell bring their Vanished friends and family back to them, (Y/N) silently vowed, brushing off her brand-new black tactical uniform and adjusting the pieces of her old Asgardian armor.

“Now this is more like it,” Rocket muttered as he took an appreciative look at their opulent surroundings. “This fancy palace has a treasure vault, right?”

(Y/N) gave the raccoon a stern look. “That’s not what we’re here for, Rocket.”

“Hey, it was just an idea!” He exclaimed defensively. “You know, (Y/L/N), the Tesseract’s just collecting dust down there in that vault right now; explain why we couldn’t just grab it while we’re already here for the Reality Stone, again?”

A sharp clattering noise echoed off the stone walls and caused them both to draw their blasters as they whirled around, only to see Thor stumbling away from the gilded candelabra he’d knocked over and lumbering out of the chamber. “Because as it is, our hands are plenty full without adding another Infinity Stone to our mission.” (Y/N) slung her blaster’s strap over her shoulders and hurried after the semi-sober Asgardian. “Thor!”

The sound of approaching footsteps at the end of the hallway spurred her on and she managed to shove Thor behind the nearest pillar just in the nick of time, quickly clamping a hand over his mouth to muffle his protests as the footsteps grew louder. Four familiar Asgardians soon strode past their hiding spot, thankfully unaware of their presence as they walked with purpose: a fair-skinned woman with flowing black hair and shining silver armor, a blonde man sporting a carefully groomed mustache and goatee, a larger man with a frizzy head of bright red hair and a bushy beard, and a shorter man with slicked-back dark hair and intelligent eyes beneath a prominent brow. Thor’s own eyes were filled with longing and regret as he watched the foursome disappear from view; when (Y/N) removed her hand from his mouth, he croaked out, “My friends. Those are…those were my friends…”

“Sif, Fandral, Volstagg and Hogun, right?” Thor nodded and (Y/N) gave his shoulder a consoling squeeze. “I’ve seen flashes of them in Loki’s memories; they seemed like they were very loyal friends to you.”

“They were…but not to Loki. They hardly ever treated Loki kindly…” The Asgardian’s voice shook with grief. “W-Why didn’t I ever tell them to stop?”

“Thor-”

“Why didn’t I speak up for my brother?”

Rocket poked his head around the column. “The coast is clear, guys, c’mon!” He frowned when he noticed Thor’s emotional state and (Y/N)’s helpless expression. “Everything okay, Thor?”

Taking a trembling breath, Thor nodded once and attempted to smile. “Yes, I-I’m fine. Jane’s chambers are this way.”

The Asgardian reluctantly took the lead and as they made their way down the deserted hallway, (Y/N) and Rocket exchanged a knowing look; Thor was handling their mission far worse than they anticipated and the sooner they got their hands on the Aether, the sooner they could get him home and away from the triggering memories of his past. Once they reached the end of the hall, they found themselves standing in a large corridor lined with columns, elevated tombs and flame-filled basins, the warm sunlight streaming through the windows illuminating the space and the sweet smell of roses filling the pleasantly warm air.

“Someone’s coming!”

Rocket grabbed onto (Y/N)’s belt and pulled her behind the nearest crypt as she latched her hands around Thor’s arm, and the three of them pressed themselves closer to the carved stone as a handmaiden walked past and knocked on the nearest door; (Y/N) peeked around the crypt and watched as the door opened to reveal Doctor Jane Foster, smiling to herself when the scientist balked at the bundle of fabric draped over the handmaiden’s arm. “For you, Lady Jane.”

“…Um, do you have anything with…pants?”

“Pants?”

Jane’s brown eyes widened at the Asgardian’s confusion and quickly replied, “Never mind, these will be fine. Thank you.”

“Yes, milady.”

When the door closed and the handmaiden walked away, they stood and Thor’s eyes remained fixated on the door ahead of them. “That’s Jane…”

“Okay, I think the easiest way to get that stone would be for me to go in there by myself and explain our situation to her.” (Y/N) reached into her pocket and withdrew the small extraction device that Bruce and Tony created for them the night before. “She’s a brilliant scientist with a deep understanding of quantum physics, so this shouldn’t be too much of a stretch for her to believe; the fact that we’re both human and both women doesn’t hurt, either.”

“Or, we can get Tubby over there to charm her so that I can poke her with that thing and extract the Reality Stone,” Rocket countered as he scampered up onto the crypt and shrugged. “And then, we’ll get gone lickety-split before we run into any of those creepy-ass Dark Elves.”

Rolling her eyes in exasperation, (Y/N) turned to ask for Thor’s opinion and frowned when she noticed how he was backing away from them. “Thor?”

“I’ll be back, okay? There’s a wine cellar that’s just down there. My father used to have this huge barrel of Aakonian ale that you guys might like, so I’ll see if the scullery has a couple of to-go cups…”

A displeased Rocket crossed his arms over his chest. “Aren’t you drunk enough already?” The sounds of more approaching footsteps forced them to duck down behind the crypt and they watched as a small group of women walked through the corridor; the woman leading the group was beautiful, with long flaxen hair that was styled to perfection and an ornate blue dress adorned with pieces of golden armor, and (Y/N) didn’t need to delve into Loki’s memories or even glance over at Thor to know who she was. When the Queen of Asgard and her handmaidens turned the corner, Rocket stood up on the crypt and turned towards them. “Who’s the fancy broad?”

“It’s my mother…” Thor croaked, his expression crumpling as his eyes filled with more tears. “She dies today.”

“…Oh.”

(Y/N)’s brow furrowed in worry as the Asgardian’s breathing accelerated and his unfocused eyes darted around his surroundings. “Are you okay, Thor?”

Thor shook his head. “I-I can’t do this, I can’t do this. I shouldn’t be here, I shouldn’t have come. This was a bad idea…”

“Come here,” Rocket demanded, gesturing to the spot in front of him.

“No, no, no, I think I’m having…I-I’m having a panic attack.”

(Y/N) took a cautious step closer to him. “I think you are, too. I need you to take a deep breath for me, Thor, can you do that?”

“I shouldn’t be here, I shouldn’t be here…”

“Come here. Right here.”

“I shouldn’t be here…this is…th-this is a bad-”

Rocket slapped Thor in the face and (Y/N)’s jaw dropped in outrage. “Seriously, Rocket?!”

The raccoon was unperturbed by her outburst as he launched into his stern tirade. “You think you’re the only one who lost people? What do you think we’re doing here? I lost the only family I ever had; Quill, Groot, Drax, the chick with the antenna, all gone.” He pointed at (Y/N). “(Y/L/N) here lost her frikin’ baby! Now, I get you miss your mom, but she’s gone. Really gone. And there are plenty of people who are only kinda gone…but you can help them. So, is it too much to ask that you brush the crumbs outta your beard, make schmoopy talk to Pretty Pants, and when she’s not looking, such out the Infinity Stone and help us get our families back?”

As he took in his teammate’s impassioned words, Thor started to wipe away his tears. “O-Okay.”

“We both believe in you, Thor,” (Y/N) added, reaching forward and taking one of his large hands in hers, an encouraging smile on her face despite her mounting apprehension. “You can do this.”

“Yes.” The Asgardian nodded to himself. “Yes, I can.”

“Good.” Rocket jumped down from the crypt and gave (Y/N) a sheepish look as they fell into step. “Was the slap too much?”

(Y/N) sighed and nodded. “Undoubtedly, but the speech was just right.” She spared Thor, who was murmuring words of encouragement to himself and anxiously adjusting his stained sweater, a brief glance over her shoulder before grimacing and whispering, “I still think my plan is better. Thor doesn’t seem okay, Rocket, and he shouldn’t be doing this right after having a panic attack.”

“Nah, he’s fine! Isn’t that right, Heartbreaker?” They both turned around to see an empty stretch of corridor and no Thor in sight. “Thor? Thor!”

With a groan of frustration, (Y/N) closed her eyes and dropped her head into her hand. “Dammit, this cannot be happening right now…”

Rocket’s mouth hung open in stunned disbelief as he turned to her and threw his hands up into the air. “Well, what the hell do we do now?!”

“I don’t know, Rocket, just give me a second to think,” She snapped back and fought to keep her own rising panic in check. “Shit, shit, shit. We can’t search the palace for someone who doesn’t want to be found and steal an Infinity Stone at the same time, not when the Dark Elves will be launching their attack soon…” While she thought up various scenarios only to deem them improbable in the same moment, (Y/N) recalled the last piece of advice she’d received from Natasha before embarking on their slowly-unraveling time heist.

“Stay safe out there, hot-shot; don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Natasha would know exactly what to do, (Y/N) thought to herself as she called to mind her friend’s parting words, she’d get in touch with one of her hundreds of contacts around the globe and formulate the perfect plan while only going off her intuition-

“That’s it!” (Y/N) exclaimed, bending down and pressing the extraction device into Rocket’s small hand. “Here, take this and if I’m not back in twenty minutes, then you’ve got my permission to get that stone by any means necessary.” She gave his shoulder a gentle pat before turning and sprinting away down the corridor. “I’ll be back soon!”

“Wait, where the hell are you going?!”

“To ask an old friend for a favor!”

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Considering how technologically-advanced Asgard was and how physically powerful its people were compared to humans, it was fairly easy for (Y/N) to break into the palace’s underground dungeons; a small scuffle and a couple of stun discs later, she was brushing herself off and stepping into the maze of cells in search of her old friend. Each cell was walled off by glowing gold-tinged force fields, translucent so that visitors could see in and prisoners could look out, and (Y/N) found herself quickly scanning each occupied cell as she jogged down the eerily-silent halls.

When she rounded the first block of cells, (Y/N) skidded to a sudden stop and her breath hitched as her eyes landed on the figure lying in the cell before her. Loki Odinson – the God of Mischief, the youngest Prince of Asgard and her unlikely friend – was reclined on his bed, his ankles crossed and an arm tucked beneath his head while he tossed a silver cup high into the air over and over again. His handsome features were etched with boredom and perhaps a hint of self-pity, and (Y/N) found herself beginning to tear up; Loki had spent so much of his life believing that he didn’t truly belong and that no one would come to understand him, but (Y/N) did. In the short time they knew one another, the pair bonded over their shared loneliness and the dangerous situation that they were forced to navigate together and in that brief period of time, she saw a side of him that very few people had ever had the privilege of seeing. As painful as it was to see him in such a saddened state, she couldn’t help but feel happy to glimpse the man who helped her deliver her daughter and fought side-by-side with her again, so many years after his tragic death.

“Haven’t you heard, mortal? It’s dangerous to speak to the villainous God of Mischief all alone,” Loki suddenly remarked, continuing to toss and catch his silver cup without a single glance in her direction. “Now, run along back to Thor and leave me to my solitary existence; I’m sure that my dear brother is missing his new little pet.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and didn’t bother stifling her exasperated snort. “A little dramatic, aren’t we? My name is (Y/N); I’m Thor’s friend, not ‘pet,�� and the theatrics are entirely unnecessary because I’m not afraid of you.”

“Then you must either be very brave or very foolish.” The youngest Prince of Asgard set his cup down on his nightstand and closed his eyes, his unoccupied hand fiddling with the hem of his emerald-green Asgardian day-robes. “Regardless, you’ve momentarily piqued my interest. What makes you so confident that I’m different from all the stories you’ve undoubtedly heard from my dear brother?”

“Because I know you, Loki…or I will, in about five years or so.” She smiled triumphantly when her old friend’s fingers stilled against the stitches and his brows briefly twitched together in puzzlement, and she continued on before he could find a way to interrupt her. “You’ve lived your entire life in your older brother’s shadow, you use the power of fear to push others away when they dare to try and understand you, and you firmly believe that your true heritage is what makes you a monster. But you see, the Loki that I know is so much more than that; he’s kind and caring, fiercely protective over the ones he cares about and even though he can be a little bit of a pain in the ass sometimes, he’s one of the few people I’d trust to have my back in a fight.”

After a long moment of silence, Loki chuckled to himself as he stared up at the cell’s ceiling. “Thor seems to have grown more callous during my year of imprisonment, sending his new mortal friend here to torture me so ruthlessly. Tell me, were you trained in the art of deception by Agent Romanoff? Is this the Avengers’ clever ruse to unbalance my mind because if it is, you’ll be disappointed to learn that my sanity abandoned me years ago-”

“When Thanos and the Black Order tortured you?”

The lighthearted smile on his face vanished and was replaced by a darkened glare as he got up from the bed and slowly stalked towards the cell’s force field; although it might’ve been her mind playing tricks on her, she thought that she spotted a glimmer of something – recognition, perhaps – in his blue-green eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared and before she could ponder its meaning more, the God of Mischief finally spoke with a dangerously steady voice and a distrustful mask on his face. “Who told you of such things?”

“You did. In 2018, you saved mine and my daughter’s lives by helping us escape Thanos and when you did, you used your magic to place certain memories of yours into my mind so that I could warn the Avengers of his impending invasion. It didn’t do much good, though; Thanos still collected all six Infinity Stones in the end.” A line formed between Loki’s brows as he searched her face for signs of deceit and his frown deepened when he found none; she took another step closer to the humming force field and crossed her arms over her chest, anxiously aware of how little time she had left before the Dark Elves’ imminent attack. “I traveled here from 2023 to reverse the destruction that Thanos wrought on the universe, but I need your help to do it.”

Loki plucked at the palm of his hand, a nervous gesture she’d seen him do countless times during their turbulent month on Sakaar, and although he did his best to hide it, she could practically see the wheels in his head turning as he considered her words. “I spent centuries mastering and perfecting my magic, cultivating it until I became one of the most powerful magic-wielders Asgard has ever seen…but in all that time, I’ve only been able to conjure a premonition once; a glimpse of a conversation I would come to share with an unlikely confidant.”

Searching his intense gaze, (Y/N)’s eyes widened as she pieced together what he was inferring; the glimmers of recognition apparent in his blue-green eyes when they first met in Greenwich Village in 2018 and just then when she approached his prison cell, they all swiftly clicked into place and made perfect sense. “You saw me?”

Loki nodded. “So tell me, (Y/N) of Midgard, if you’re truly who you say you are, then what did I once tell you about my magic?”

“That your mother taught you magic to help set you apart from Thor. Although it made people more wary of you, to you it became a comfort,” She recalled without a moment’s pause, even smiling a little as she thought back to the deep conversations they’d once shared while learning to survive together on Sakaar. “You once told me that every time you turned a flower into a frog or cast fireworks into the sky, you’d hear your mother’s voice in your head reminding you that you can do anything.”

It was an unmovable fact that the Loki that (Y/N) knew was dead and gone, having died a heroic death at the hands of Thanos and knowing in his heart how much he was loved by his friends and his brother. The Loki standing before her hadn’t yet experienced the heartaches, betrayals, kindnesses and redemptions that would shape him into the man who helped her give birth on a hostile alien planet and who was there for her when she had no one else to turn to; as she looked at the younger Loki standing behind the glimmering force field, however, she could detect the hints of the man that he would become hidden beneath his air of posturing self-assuredness and the ghost of his trademark grin playing on his thin lips.

“When do we start?”

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Sneaking through an Asgardian palace is much easier to accomplish with magic on your side, (Y/N) thought to herself with a sideways glance at her companion; Loki had cast an illusion over his appearance, disguising himself in the armor of a palace Einherjar and leaving a clone of himself behind in his prison cell, and to the average person’s eye he appeared entirely at ease as he led her down the grand hallways, but she knew better. He was shocked when she explained Thor’s deteriorating mental health in the wake of Thanos’ success and without a second thought, he told her exactly where Thor would go.

“My brother and I are different in almost every conceivable way, but we both hold our mother in the highest regard.”

“Okay, we’ll find Thor first and then we’ll figure out a way to get the Aether. C’mon, we’re running out of time…”

They hurried down the halls to the Queen’s chambers and (Y/N) kept apprehensively checking her watch, fully aware that their window to steal the Aether was shrinking more and more with each passing minute. But they couldn’t finish the mission until they retrieved Thor, so all (Y/N) could do was cross her fingers and hope that they found the Asgardian before the twenty-minute deadline she gave Rocket abruptly ended with Doctor Foster being unceremoniously stabbed with an extraction device wielded by a talking raccoon. When they turned a corner, they were met with an open doorway through which they could see two figures; Thor was seated on a settee at the foot of a massive bed, his elbows on his knees and his hands tightly clasped around a goblet of water, and Frigga stood at the massive window overlooking all of Asgard, patiently listening to her son as he told her of his supposed failures.

“Thor?” Loki breathed in disbelief beside her, seemingly at a loss for words as he numbly took in his older brother’s broken expression and harrowing appearance. “What…? What happened to him?”

(Y/N) gave him a sympathetic look. “Thanos happened. All of us were affected by what he did, but Thor took it the hardest.”

Her old friend considered her answer for a moment. “Earlier, you mentioned a daughter; she wasn’t spared from the Mad Titan’s wrath, was she?” She shook her head and he pursed his lips, wordlessly turning back towards the open doorway and listening in on the ongoing conversation within.

“His head was over there…his body over there…what was the point? I was too late.” Thor took a small sip of water before setting the goblet down on the table at the end of the settee. “I was just standing there, like some idiot with an axe.”

“You’re no idiot,” Frigga gently chided as she walked across the chamber to where her son sat. “You’re here, aren’t you? Seeking counsel from the wisest person in Asgard.” Before either of them could hide themselves from sight, the Queen of Asgard glanced over at the open doorway and gave them both a welcoming smile. “Well, one of the two wisest people on Asgard, at any rate.”

Loki quietly chuckled and used his magic to reverse his illusion, and (Y/N) swallowed the lump in her throat that formed when a stricken Thor set eyes on his younger brother. “As the clear runner-up for that particular title, I feel I should be offended that I wasn’t sought out for my sage advice as well.” (Y/N) trailed behind as he strode into the chamber and into his mother’s tight embrace; when they pulled away from one another, Frigga held onto Loki’s hand while he finally turned his attention to his brother. “Thor Odinson, an idiot? No. A failure? Absolutely.”

Thor snorted in amusement and wiped his stray tears away. “That’s a little bit harsh, brother…”

“And do you know what that makes you?” Frigga gave Loki’s hand a final squeeze before moving to sit beside her oldest son and brushing his unkempt hair behind his ear. “Just like everyone else.”

“But I’m not supposed to be like everyone else, am I?”

“Everyone fails at who they are supposed to be, Thor. The measure of a person – of a hero – is how well they succeed at being who they are.”

(Y/N) smiled to herself as she took in Frigga’s wise words; on paper, she was a historical-fiction novelist whose biggest challenge was keeping film studios from obtaining the rights to her novels and butchering them with terrible adaptations, but that certainly wasn’t who she was. She was a writer, a professor, a wife, a mother, and just a person willing to do the right thing no matter the consequences; she wasn’t quite comfortable calling herself a hero, of course, but she felt as though she was quite successful at being who she was. I knew that I’d like Frigga, she thought with a smile, crossing her arms over her chest and watching the touching scene play out before her, a familiar longing to hold Carina in her arms again taking hold of her.

With a sniffle, Thor looked up from his lap and gave his mother a small smile. “I really missed you, Mom.” They both leaned forward to rest their foreheads together and after a moment, Thor got to his feet and moved to stand before Loki, his mismatched eyes welling with fresh tears. “And I really missed you too, Loki.” The older Asgardian pulled his brother into a fierce hug; Loki stiffened in surprise but after a moment’s hesitation, he slowly wrapped his arms around Thor and buried his face in his shoulder.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N).” Frigga stood from the settee and shook her hand. “Thor managed to tell me a little about you; it’s a comfort to know that my sons both have such a kind and understanding friend in the future.”

(Y/N) smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, too. I-”

“Wait.” They both turned to see Thor release Loki and look between his brother and his mother. “Mom, Loki, I-I have to tell you both something-”

“No, son, you don’t,” Frigga softly but firmly interrupted. “You’re here to repair your future, not ours.”

Thor shook his head. “But this is about your futures.”

The Queen of Asgard only continued to smile up at her oldest son, and (Y/N) briefly wondered if Loki wasn’t the only member of his family to receive a premonition through magic. “It’s none of our business.”

“Brother, I care not for what destiny supposedly has in store for me.” Loki held his arms out and gestured to himself with a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “I’m a Loki, aren’t I? I forge my own destiny; I always have and I always will.” The brothers shared a look before Loki turned to face (Y/N). “Shall we steal ourselves an Infinity Stone now?”

Before she had a chance to reply, a frazzled Rocket ran into the chambers on all fours and her eyes widened when she spotted the swirling red fluid within the extraction device clutched tight in his hand. “Rocket, I thought I told you to wait twenty minutes before doing anything crazy!”

“You’re lucky I even waited at all! Our window’s nearly closed and you’re both in here wasting time with these fancy-looking weirdos,” Rocket huffed in annoyance but he sobered when he realized that they weren’t alone. “Um, hi, you must be Mom and the little brother…”

“I beg your pardon?”

The raccoon ignored Loki’s indignant sputtering and held up the device containing the Aether for (Y/N) and Thor to see. “I got the thing. Come on, we’ve gotta move.”

As Thor said his goodbyes to his mother, (Y/N) turned to Loki and gave him a smile. “I’m not really sure how this time travel stuff works, but I do know that we’ll meet again someday soon. In five years, to be exact.”

“I look forward to it, mortal.” Her old friend inclined his head downwards in an informal bow. “Good luck.”

She moved to stand beside Rocket, who was tucking the extraction device into his belt pouch, and when Thor finally joined them, the raccoon began to tap away on his time-space GPS. “Come on, we’ve gotta go. Three, two-”

“No, wait!” Thor suddenly cried out, thrusting his arm out and stretching his palm open wide.

Rocket blinked in confusion. “What am I lookin’ at?”

A knowing smile played on Frigga’s lips. “Oh, sometimes it takes a second.”

Loki mumbled something under his breath about ineffectual weaponry and (Y/N) hid her amused smile behind her hand and not too long after, a whistling sound filled the air and a gust of wind ruffled their hair as Mjolnir flew straight into Thor’s grasp; the older Asgardian laughed in shock and delight, gripping his hammer’s handle tight and beaming up at them. “I’m still worthy.”

“I never once doubted you were,” (Y/N) replied, standing on her tiptoes and pressing a chaste kiss onto his flushed cheek. “But we’re out of time, Thor. Let’s finish this mission and go home, okay?”

There was a glimmer of longing in Thor’s mismatched eyes as he spared another glance at his family, but he gave her a firm nod and bravely squared his shoulders. “All right. Thank you, Writer (Y/L/N), for letting me see them again. I…I needed this, more that you’ll ever know.” He looked over at his mother and brother with a teary smile on his face. “Goodbye.”

Frigga blew him a kiss while Loki gave him a small wave. “Goodbye, Thor.”

The three of them activated the time-space GPS’s affixed around their hands and in an instant, their Quantum suits encased their bodies and they vanished into the Quantum Realm.

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With another blinding flash of light, they exited the Quantum Realm and grew to their normal heights as they reappeared on the platform in the middle of the hangar in 2023. (Y/N) released a breathless laugh and instantly launched herself into Steve’s arms, clinging to him as he tightened his hold on her and burying her face in the crook of his neck. Hearing the sounds of their teammates celebrating around her, (Y/N) smiled while her heart hammered away in her chest. “Did we do it, Steve? Did we actually do it?”

“I think so, sunshine…” Steve pressed a firm kiss onto her cheek before setting her down, his brow furrowing a little when he took note of her agape mouth. “What’s wrong?”

“What the hell are you wearing?” (Y/N)’s eyes widened as she took in her husband’s changed attire; instead of his older Captain America uniform, the super-soldier was dressed in vintage olive-green Army fatigues with the name ‘Roscoe’ stitched onto the breast pocket and a dark bruise was beginning to blossom across his cheek; her suspicions were confirmed when she glanced over at Tony and saw his similarly vintage clothes, and she loudly exclaimed, “You two went to the 70’s?!”

An impressed Tony nodded and clapped Steve on the shoulder. “Yeah, we got in a pickle and had to drop into a different convenient point in history to nab the Tesseract. How’d you know, Austen?”

“Because you’re wearing bell-bottom slacks, Tony, and those unfortunate abominations have the 70’s written all over them. Isn’t that right, Nat?”

(Y/N) looked away from the pair to give Natasha a grin but instead of the smirking spy, all she was met with was the sight of a sopping-wet Clint slumped onto his knees and staring down at the Quantum Tunnel platform. Grief was written across the archer’s features and (Y/N)’s grin slowly faded away as she realized that there were unshed tears in his reddened eyes; Steve’s hand tightened on her waist and as the sounds of celebration tapered off, Bruce took a small step towards the kneeling man. “Clint, where’s Nat?”

The archer didn’t answer, but no words were needed to understand the reason behind his tears. It was as though the world stopped spinning and as (Y/N)’s mind frantically raced to think of any possible reasons for her friend’s absence on that platform, she knew in her aching heart that Natasha Romanoff was gone.

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A/N: Yeah, I’m gonna go cry now, so see you next year! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5L6MERx3PIydW3FyNPqYvl?si=ad6c46de8e954c11

Chapter Eight

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[katyspersonal]

Marika wanted to kill Godwyn?🤔 wouldn't be weird for her to tear her legacy apart idk but this is a popular theory and I want to know what do you think of it?

Okay, it might come as a surprise since you mention that this theory is "popular", but.. your ask is literally the first time I've ever heard about this take existing! I guess it goes to show I've gotten TOO comfortable getting all theories and headcanons from my dashboard formed by the same like 10 mutuals fjhhfddd

So, I asked my friend @val-of-the-north to give me the context on justifications for this idea 🤔 To condense it, it is held on Marika being a Nox herself and closely associated with the Nox still (can see the influence in Melina fighting like the Black Knives and Radagon using their Celestial Dew for example), how in the end both Marika and the Nox are against the Greater Will, quote by Finger Reader in Deeproot Depths saying that Godwyn was supposed to be a "martyr of Destined Death" differently and how she is said to have betrayed Maliketh! From myself, I've also remembered that the soulless demigods who were murdered during Night of the Black Knives are also referred to as her 'unwanted' children, that could explain her willingness to rid of some offspring, but I double-checked and this is even more layered:

(Taking Japanese script from here ( x ))

So yeah, I can sorta see the potential in the idea of her having reasons to get rid of some of her bastard children (maybe they were a threat to her reign for all we know?), and things did not go as planned as Godwyn, who is definitely not a bastard, got involved! She did not want that, as we heard that what motivated her to scatter the Elden Ring was her grief from the promo trailer, and she would likely not want the existence of 'Prince of Death' figure that violated her order that is against living in Death!

(at 1:03)

So yeah, the theory could go in a way of Marika trying to do her own stuff, maybe for a good reason for all we know, but being betrayed by the Black Knives and Ranni once they were given the opportunity and losing it! As a ruler, she had to take a hell lot of morally reprehensible decisions to preserve it and herself - a very common concept! And yet, that unexpectedly cost her the child she actually loved and wanted around. It is the "Godwyn's death driven her to the brink" part why I am not convinced his death was her calculated sacrifice, personally.

It still can be, of course! Maybe she expected him to 'just' die, but he became Prince of Death (a figure of similar importance as Goddess of Rot!), so her being driven to the brink refers to fear for her legacy and control, and being tired of wrestling to keep her status since everyone, even Greater Will itself, want her gone THAT much. Or maybe she expected to take it cool but forgot she had feelings too and lost it in regrets! I am just more on the side of reading her grief more directly! And, again:

So far it seems like it were the Black Knives / Nox and Ranni who had the plan to work against the Greater Will initially, rather than Marika having her rebellion against it in mind from the start and placing Godwyn on the altar of the goal!

There are further stretching 'clues' such as Sellia descending from Nox themselves and initially opposing Golden Order by housing bunch of glintstone sorcerers who hail from Astrologers, since them and Raya Lucaria were "hostile" magic to all that Golden Grace stuff before marriage of Rennala and Radagon! Carians were themselves initially in opposition + Puppets rituals of their Preceptors being invented by Nox, but you get the point! Unification of two (three??) opposing factions through their leaders doesn't necessarily sit well with everyone else involved, even if they are simply descendants that just want to reclaim their lost heritage! It is not just Sellen being like that, although she is the 'spokespeople' for the sentiment: the hostile moods probably have been lingering and boiling up in general! This trope is old as civilisation itself, moreover, happened in real history all the time!

Yeah, Marika as Radagon "erased" all the warcrimes from the general memory, but, again: the methods themselves were invention of Nox!

Clearly, some witness yet remained, and seems to be linked to the people that were aligned with the 'stars'! That is to say, that betrayal by Black Knives falls into place more naturally in my opinion: be it full on murder spree of her family by their own volition, or she wanted them to do one thing but her trust cost her dearly!

As for Maliketh, I do also think that the Rune of Death was stolen from him without Marika plotting anything about this! I asked someone else and seems like the last sentence, '後にそれを裏切ったのだ' more closely translates to 'Later, he was betrayed [by whoever is the previous person mentioned in the context]'. Correct us if we're wrong but it seems that there is no 'even then' link (so, no ties between betrayal and him holding the Death for her), which kinda is simpler and makes more sense anyhow!

Since Shadowbeasts are product of the Greater Will, and supposedly will rebel if their Empyrean fails or betrays it (source: Iji's paranoia about Blaidd and Blaidd actually being an odd one out), Marika should have been concerned about him! I think that her betrayal was giving him false hope to redeem himself by reclaiming Destined Death through consuming the Deathroots, but turned out she never planned so and simply needed an excuse to keep him far away when she'd shatter the Elden Ring! He thought that even if losing the Destined Death cost her Godwyn (and other children, we don't know her relationship with the 'bastards'), she was still willing to forgive it as long as he fixes what can be fixed and becomes "useful" again..

Another reason why I lean more towards Black Knives simply turning on Marika's bloodline due to variety of historical and ideological reasons rather than given a task and betraying, is that they started with Godwyn! Had it been something plotted and gone wrong, murder of Godwyn would've been dramatic plot twist rather than the first priority! I think words of that Finger Reader have no different meaning than Miquella's prayer; that Godwyn should have died in peace as a victim, instead of becoming the all-corrupting abomination he is now.

The point she is also making more specifically, is that it is, again, a bad thing for someone of the Golden Lineage to represent what is against the Golden Order! The different reading of this line is that she'd make an "example" of Godwyn to fear and hate any folks that 'oppose' Golden Order, or opposed it in the past, as well as remove the "competition" for her reign in the face of her superstar child. I had to take Val's words on what pointers are used in this theory, so I am only addressing this bit based on the fact that he brought it up too!

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So yeah, to conclude the post, this theory could work with some assumptions and headcanons, but I am good with the take that leaves Marika betrayed and clueless! The theory at times makes Marika even more of an evil mastermind, and other times makes her a very drastic rebel against GW from the get go! As for me, she has done enough of far-fetched plotting and warcrimes in her life, but I think everyone has limits on how much they can predict. Just treacherous fate of any ruler of this kind, really.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Still true

It’s 1:30 am and like

I’m totally not saying that I want to be dicked down by

Maliketh:

And

Blaidd

THATS A FUCKING LIE, I DO

[blood-darkened-moon]

Elden Ring

Characters Tarnished | Torrent the Spirit Steed | Melina | Millicent | White-Faced Varre | Lunar Princess Ranni/Ranni the Witch | Blaidd the Half-Wolf | War Counselor Iji | Preceptor Seluvis | Rya the Scout | Lightseeker Hyetta | Bloody Finger Hunter Yura | D Hunter of the Dead | Patches the Untethered | Fia the Deathbed Companion | Iron Fist Alexander | Jar-Bairn | Lady Tanith | Shabriri | Queen Marika the Eternal | Miquella the Unalloyed | Godwyn the Golden | Miriel Pastor of Vows | Cleanrot Knight Finlay | Latenna the Albinauric | Lobo | Three Fingers | Two Fingers | Gatekeeper Gostoc | Roderika the Spirit Tuner | Ensha of the Royal Remains | Sorceress Sellen | Boc the Seamster | Goldmask | Brother Corhyn | Gloam-Eyed Queen | Knight Diallos | Sorcerer Rogier | Nepheli Loux | Nomadic Merchant | Mary | Amy | Polyanna | Maureen | Finger Reader Enia | Black Knife Tiche | Finger Maiden Therolina | Lionel the Lionhearted | Thops | Knight Bernahl | Smithing Master Hewg | Lhutel the Headless | Dung Eater | St. Trina | Banished Knight Oleg | Thiollier | Needle Knight Leda | Count Ymir Mother of Fingers | Swordhand of Night Jolan | Pureblood Knight Ansbach | Redmane Freyja | Sweetings | Sir Moore | Hornsent | Dryleaf Dane | Drake Warrior Igon

Bosses Malenia Blade of Miquella/Malenia Goddess of Rot | Praetor Rykard/Rykard Lord of Blasphemy | General Radahn/Starscourge Radahn/Leonard | Radagon of the Golden Order | Red Wolf of Radagon | Rennala Queen of the Full Moon | Maliketh the Black Blade | Morgott the Omen King | Mohg Lord of Blood | Godfrey First Elden Lord | Godrick the Grafted | Ancient Dragon Lansseax | Dragonlord Placidusax | Lichdragon Fortissax | Astel Naturalborn of the Void | Elden Beast | Sir Gideon Ofnir the All-Knowing | Fire Giant | Black Knife Assassin | Regal Ancestor Spirit | Crucible Knight | Full-Grown Fallingstar Beast | Erdtree Burial Watchdog | Loretta Knight of the Haligtree | Glintstone Dragon Adula | Night's Cavalry/Funeral Steed | Godskin Noble | Godskin Apostle | Abductor Virgin | Tree Sentinel | Roundtable Knight Vyke | Godefroy the Grafted | Commander O'Neil | Elemer of the Briar |  Bloodhound Knight Darriwil | Messmer the Impaler | Rellana Twin Moon Knight | Curseblade Labirith | Romina Saint of the Bud | Divine Beast Dancing Lion | Midra Lord of Frenzied Flame | Bayle the Dread | Golden Hippopotamus | Putrescent Knight

Enemies Giant Crayfish | Serpent Snail | Festering Fingerprint Vyke | Vargram the Raging Wolf | Juno Hoslow Knight of Blood | Moongrum Carian Knight | Mad Tongue Alberich | Eleonora Violet Bloody Finger | Silver Sphere | Banished Knight | Preceptor Miriam | Night Maiden | Nox Swordstress | Bloody Finger Okina | Kaiden Sellsword | Celebrant | Fingercreeper | Maleigh Marais Shaded Castle Castellan | Fire Prelate | Nameless White Mask | Inquisitor Ghiza | Chanting Winged Dame | Man-Serpent | Swordhand of Night Anna | Spirit Eel | Thorn Sorcerer | Monstrous Crow | Aging Untouchable

Groups/Ships Omen Brothers | Carian Siblings | Twin Empyreans | Godskin Duo | Rykard x Tanith | Marika x Radagon | Radagon x Rennala | Marika x Rennala | Mohg x Miquella | Malenia x Finlay | Messmer x Rellana

ER Trivia | ER Meta | This Sheep

[freyito]

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-𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙍𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙇𝙔 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙊𝙉…

Strawberry Season ⨟ Gallagher x Reader Resounding Twilight ⨟ Boothill x Reader Inkpot Gods ⨟ Jing Yuan x Reader He Who Makes A Beast Out Of Himself ⨟ Boothill x Reader Maintain The Madness ⨟ Luocha x Reader Penny For Your Thoughts ⨟ Argenti x Reader Blessed Are The Peacemakers ⨟ Boothill x Reader Mimir! ; When He Knew You Were The One ⨟ HSR Let's Fall In Love ⨟ Luocha x Reader World Ender ⨟ Boothill x Reader Flutter ⨟ Sunday x Reader What Is A Day Without A Blessed Night? ⨟ Blade x Reader Cotton Eyed Joe ⨟ Boothill x Reader Suicide Romantics ⨟ Blade x Reader

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Gepard Landau SFW Alphabet Since I've Seen A Sunny Day ⨟ Boothill x Reader Keep Em Distracted ⨟ Sampo x Reader Little Lamb ⨟ Scar & Younger Sibling Reader Oil Runs Thicker Than Blood ⨟ Boothill x Reader Piece Of Cake ⨟ Gallagher, Argenti & Boothill x Actor Reader Little Game ⨟ Aventurine x Reader This Side Of Paradise ⨟ Boothill x Reader (D)eath ⨟ Ratio x Reader Second, Third, Fourth Chance ⨟ Boothill & Astral Expresser Reader Star Crossed ⨟ Ratio x Reader The Great Doctor & The Average Joe ⨟ Ratio x Reader Sleight Of Hand ⨟ Sampo x Reader Best Way To A Man's Heart ⨟ Jiaoqiu x Reader Jiaoqiu + A Clumsy S/O In The Eye Of Nous ⨟ Ratio x Reader SAHSRAU! Aventurine x Reader Floundering In The Depths ⨟ Sampo x Reader Tip Toes ⨟ Jiaoqiu x Reader Rises The Moon ⨟ Luocha x Reader Luocha + Jealousy Coldblooded ⨟ Gallagher x Vidyadhara! Reader Touch Fluffy Tail ⨟ Jiaoqiu x Reader A Rose Just As Sweet ⨟ Argenti x Reader Weep Not ⨟ Argenti x Reader Put It On Me ⨟ Gallagher x Reader The Edge ⨟ Gallagher x Reader Sleepyhead ⨟ Gallagher x Reader Death Cannot Stop True Love ⨟ Argenti x Reader Keepin' It Real ⨟ Gallagher x Reader Chaotic Good ⨟ Jiaoqiu x Reader Mini-Hen ⨟ Jiaoqiu x Reader Hide 'n Seek ⨟ Gallagher, Svarog, Welt, Sunday x Reader Baldur! ; Braiding His Hair ⨟ HSR Men In This Wretched World ⨟ Maliketh n Messmer & Younger Sibling! Reader 180 ⨟ Argenti x Reader x Boothill Dog Teeth ⨟ Argenti x Reader First Touch HCs + Messmer 'Pearly Whites' ⨟ Gepard x Reader Hot To Go ⨟ Moze x Reader x Jiaoqiu Reflections ⨟ Ardbert x Reader [AU]

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Maliketh x Tarnished headcanons. Gender neutral language is used for the reader. If tried to keep the contents mostly platonic, but some of these can also be interpreted to be romantic. Most of these also turned out to be pretty angsty since Maliketh is a pretty tragic character. Sorry about that :/ I will try to write something happier next time.

This post includes one of my own personal headcanons of Maliketh being blind. If you do not like that interpretation, feel free to ignore it.

Each passing day after the Shattering laid heavier on Maliketh and sooner or later, the bad days would outnumber the good ones. Whenever his mood reaches another low, his first instinct is always to withdraw, isolate himself and mumble pained words under his breath.

He can become irritated very easily, he is always on edge after the Rune of Death was stolen. He scratches, claws, bites at anything that distresses him especially at his own body. He calms down once the Tarnished reaches out to him, gently caressing his fur and easing some of the stress out of his tense body.

His mind no longer knows what solace feels like, but he feels closer to it when the Tarnished disinfects all the wounds and scratches, cleans his fur before applying some bandages. He will continually apologies throughout the process, words becoming hushed by his fear of hurting them some day but finally slips into their warm embrace.

Maliketh has lost his sight a long time ago. He enjoys nuzzling his snout into the crook of the Tarnished necks where he can feel their warmth and drown in their scent. It comforts him when he is in agony.

Sometimes Maliketh forgets how small and fragile the Tarnished is compared to him. He will grasp them with one paw, claws digging into them or burry their body under his crushing weight whenever he wants to pull them into his embrace. Once they protest will he shift into a more comfortable position for them both.

Speaking of cuddling, Maliketh is easily one of the most touch starved people in the Lands Between and years for the Tarnished touches. It is a deep-rooted urge he deeply tries to suppress, he doesn’t want to be a constant burden to them, he doesn’t want to worry, but before long her finds himself slipping in their embrace again.

Maliketh enjoys being completely wrapped in either a blanket or his coat. It helps him drown out any noise or further sensations that could wear on his nerves. He is very vulnerable on these moments, and it reassures him a lot when the Tarnished is there to keep him company and looks out for any danger.

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Maliketh the Black Blade lives in hiding. Under a ragged clergyman's habit and the name of Gurranq, he tends to a small sanctum. Yet he isn't alone. For an age and more, through wars and insanity, he has kept someone special at his side.

1/3 (hopefully not more xD), fluff with angst, lots of well needed hugs, some throat ripping, you know, casual wolfman love... It's in 2nd person with no y/n and a gender neutral reader.

@roventum, @sellyoursoulforagoodname and @bihansthot : it's finally here.

[prismatic-starstuff]

gurranq/maliketh x reader(tarnished or beastmen of farum azula) nsfw

Ahh, sorry, I don't write romantic stuff or NSFW about Maliketh or Blaidd; I just wouldn't really know how to!

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A Tarnished comes bearing a gift of Death

Chapter 2 of Rader/Maliketh fic, bringing a bit of a action and destruction. Players will recognise the handing of the fourth deathroot.

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Chapter 3 is out! MIND THE TAGS and the new M RATING!

Maliketh's hunger worsens even as his memories begin to return.

Lots of frustrated introspection and memories of days leading to the Shattering. Hope the lore nerds don't cut my throat, I wouldn't enjoy it as much as the reader does lol

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Me writing Elden Ring fic because my dominatrix muse is whipping my ass about the sexy wolfman in it...

But like everyone else in this game he speaks in ye old thou/thee/thine and I'm forced to use a wikipedia page with a fucking portrait of Shakespeare on it!!

GRRM stop doing my head in!! *siiiigh*

[space-blue]

Maliketh the Black Blade lives in hiding. Under a ragged clergyman's habit and the name of Gurranq, he tends to a small sanctum. Yet he isn't alone. For an age and more, through wars and insanity, he has kept someone special at his side.

The final chapter is out!! Aaaaah!!! It's much longer than the usual, and features a lot more Tarnished & Reader. I owe many thanks to @spicedrobot for a patient and thorough beta even though I was very lost in the sauce and I murdered their favourite pot boy.

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Tarnished & Reader snippet

The "final chapter" of Reader/Maliketh For Always is taking me longer than expected to wrap up, as I added several interactions with Alexander and a host of Farum Azula nonsense (bordering on tea-time with dragons lol) and I STILL don't know for sure how to end it (hoping to finish it if not today, then tomorrow). So anyway, have a snippet in the meantime, for like, the 3 people who follow me for my Elden Ring content.

The Tarnished brought the last deathroot to Gurranq and the reader surprises them outside the Sanctum.

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'I have seen you bring deathroot tirelessly,' you say, 'and wanted to thank you myself. It can't have been easy.'

'What ails him?' the Tarnished asks, changing tack.

'An old grief,' you answer, the half-lie coming easily. 'Turned to madness.'

The Tarnished cocks their head sideways, a little like a curious wolf. 'I couldn't help but notice that the deathroot seemed to help? Like he's regaining memories… What affinity does Gurranq have with death?'

'You're a curious one, Tarnished.'

They look down and kick a pebble, swaying on the balls of their feet, now more like a child than a wolf.

'It's rare…' they say. 'For anyone to talk to me, or talk intelligibly. I miss it. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry.'

'That's alright,' you say with a smile. 'No harm done, and I understand you. I miss many things. I think if I saw a honey roll right now, I might cry.'

'Do you want me… to get you some?' the Tarnished asks, uncertain.

You laugh hard enough to nearly fall off your perch.

The Tarnished crosses their arms, defensive. 'What?' they ask. 'I've been sent on stranger quests.'