#mohg x you

[wxnheart]

Short one for you.

Morgott and Mogh each reacting to a Tarnished who has a healing kiss (as in they kiss an injury and that heals and/or soothes it)?

Please?

Morgott

Is equal parts skeptical and intrigued, if only because his foul little Tarnished uses it as a flirting tactic.

So when he actually does get hurt, he thinks nothing of it for the injury is only minor (it’s a scar on his forearm). The Tarnished disagrees and offers to heal him despite his reservations—might I add that said reservations are because he feels as if he undeserving of such a thing.

Tarnished calls bullshit, tells him to sit still (because both parties are stubborn), kisses the scar on his forearm, and oh…

Morgott’s body tingles all over. Has goosebumps and his tail may or may not be curled in pleasure (read: it absolutely is).

Yes, he’s avoiding your smirk and no, his face absolutely is not hot, Tarnished.

Mohg

Interested like no one’s business.

Oh, so that is what you are capable of, hm? Well, why not put that to the test, beloved Tarnished?

Mohg is the one who absolutely will take advantage of this power because he enjoys the Tarnished’s kisses.

Sometimes (read: most of the times), there’s not even a wound there to kiss. Mohg just wants kisses and affection.

Said “wound” is almost always on the same cheek. Or near his mouth. Or on his mouth. What a coincidence.

[incorrectsmashbrosquotes]

People playing Elden Ring and looking for the "good" demigod to root for are missing the point. Pick your favorite mass murdering war criminal megalomaniac with mommy issues and endlessly simp for them like the rest of us, cowards.

[acetier]

torin/varre art dump based on a sweet lil ask sent to me by @kirango-rouge about the immediate aftermath of torin's induction into the blood cult ((sorry this took like 5 years lmao))

varre is already thinking of marriage and torin is still processing aka they are so embarrassing about each other

[lostgracestories]

Man, my brain rot for the omen twins is super duper strong, but boy lordy Mohg's been overtaking the mind.

What headcanons do you have for Mohgy Muffins? Anything can do! Hurt, comfort, fluff, angst. 😋

OF COURSE <3 <3

These are just some random headcanons, kind of all over the place. And DEAR GOD THANK YOU for requesting Mohg <333 I lowkey could not stop giggling the entire time I was fighting him including during his cutscene cause like, he just seems so silly <3

Anyways, enjoy !

wc: 448 tw: blood mention, obsession (do I need a tw for this?), angst if you squint (like you really gotta squint), does Mohg need his own tw?

~Random Headcanons~

Mohg is definitely a stranger to romance. The moment you confess to him he just kind of stares at you. He's for sure thinking, Are they talking to me?

He is 100% an acts of service/words of affirmation kind of guy. Like, if you're upset about something he'll draw a bath for you or praise you until it sounds like he's worshipping you for sure. Like, he'd be intense to the point of borderline obsession.

He's apprehensive about physical touch at first because he's really not used to it, but as soon as he lets you hold his hand it's over. He refuses to let you go for hours. "I need to tend to something-" "It can wait"

Mohg doesn't like to talk about his brother and definitely feels betrayed by him. I mean, they only had each other for all the years they spent in the shunning grounds. If you ever bring up the topic, he'll shut you down immediately and shift the conversation. However, sometimes if he's already in a mood, you can hear him rambling to himself about his brother. He for sure misses him.

Even though he's pretty scary-looking, Mohg is basically just a giant cat. After warming up to the idea of physical intimacy (Aka holding your hand for hours, lol) he slowly allows more and more. What does he care if the Golden Order frowns upon his indulgence? During this, he also discovers that he quite enjoys when you trace the features of his face as if your fingers are sculpting him. Everytime he has the chance, he will ask you to do so and sit you upon his lap to do it.

He absolutely treats you, not like a queen, but like a deity. He would never say no to you, he can not bring himself to do so. The only time he has and will ever say no to you is when you beg to kiss him directly. He's too afraid his teeth (fangs? tusks? idk what to call them) will cut you, and denying you feels like ripping his heart out and stomping on it. He loathes when you give him those eyes.

He definitely loves to gift you flowers, and not just any flowers. They ALWAYS have to be blood roses.

On the topic of blood, he definitely has a thing for it (duh). He has definitely made you one of those blood necklaces with a vial of his own blood. In his own way it's like claiming you as his.

He is also 100% the most loyal man ever. This also leads him to be very jealous. He won't let any man but him touch you while he's around. He can't stand it.

[loxosceleslolo]

I know I should be the bigger person and not spitepost every fucked-up MohgMiq vignette I've ever written

but y'all I am 5'2" it's really hard to be the bigger person

(I probably won't post any)

(At least not without edits)

(I have a bunch of spite written femdom!Shepard/sub!Thane smut ahead of it in the queue)

(And spitewritten Cazador/Astarion that'll get me doxxed probably)

[velvet-apricots]

angst for Varré please!

This is pretty short but I hope it hits right where it hurts.

You know when after you invade Varre and he pleads for Mohg's promised boon? Please consider the scenario where you do his quest AFTER you fight Mohg. Consider that the reason he's pleads are ignored is not because Mohg doesn't care, but because he can't answer them due to being dead.

Mohg would have answered, but now that he is gone, Varre dies alone and confused.

[bowietea]

Some quick shi before I gotta get ready for work 👀💦

(And some more quest items concepts)

[luminaryofblood]

👀

[ichorandpride]

im glad yall are loving my mohg/ansbach posts so here have another

ansbach is not a blindly devoted follower. he is mohg's knight. we know how powerful mohg is, and who knows, he may have actually been even more powerful before miquella's enchantment. we never see him pre-enchantment after all

"Once, in an attempt to free Lord Mohg from his enchantment, I challenged Tender Miquella, only to have my own heart rather artfully stolen."

yet as mohg's knight, he still tried desperately to fight for his lord's freedom, even going so far as to challenge miquella directly-

sorry. his dear lord's freedom

the only thing this says to me is that ansbach is loyal but not deluded or blinded by it. ansbach was more than willing to throw down, but miquella basically said "nuh uh. potion of you forget how to fight and now you view yourself as nothing more than a feeble old man"

but in the end, ansbach overcomes that. he becomes a summon in the final fight of the dlc, against consort radahn and thus miquella by extension

upon entering the final boss arena, ansbach addresses radahn and miquella directly, "General Radahn. A pleasure to see you, after all this time. But those remains do not belong to you. Lord Mohg will have his dignity."

im just obsessed with this old man yaoi.... the whole lord x knight, the blatant softness whenever ansbach talks about mohg, "dear lord", fighting for him even after death to restore his honour....... im frothing at the mouth over them

and because of all this, ansbach strikes me as the type of knight to see mohg at not only his best but also his worst. my hc is like. with how gently he speaks of mohg, how he talks like he saw even the slightest change in behaviour in his lord... he probably saw mohg and helped him through these moments of depression, mania, or lashing out

i can see ansbach making mohg go lie down in his nest and then later brings him some water and a good meal, but mohg does not see a single hint of judgment in ansbach's eyes. it's just understanding. maybe the deliveries of food eventually include feather preening or reading together... uwaaaah

[theres-a-body-here]

Got No Human Grace

Mohg x Male!reader

A/N: My beautiful, scrumptious, pookie bear beat the mohglester allegations. Me and my homies all hate MIquella the Tiquella.

As Mohg clung to you, his large frame shook, bearing numerous wounds and smeared in blood. His once regal garments were now tattered rags, and two of his horns laid broken beside him.

Despite this, there was a calm silence around you both, interrupted only by Mohg's muffled sobs and heavy breaths.

"I… I feared you wouldn't come…" His muffled voice shook, lips quivering as he pressed into your chest, clutching onto you fiercely.

His mind is his own again.

"Shh, it's alright now." You murmured, wrapping your arms protectively around him. Your fingers gently caressed his back in a calming rhythm. "You're safe now."

As you spoke, you could feel Mohg's breathing slowly return to normal against your chest. However, upon hearing the crunch of debris nearby, you lifted your head to look at the person who had helped make this reunion possible.

A heavily armored Tarnished stood before you, her weapon sheathed and her armor battle worn. She gazed down upon the scene indifferently, seemingly unfazed by the display of affection between you and Mohg.

"Thank you, truly… It won't be forgotten." You assured her sincerely, eyes glancing warmly towards her before returning to look down upon Mohg's fragile form cradled within your arms.

However, it seemed that perhaps requesting privacy might be too much to ask for.

The armor-clad Tarnished remained standing before you, staring at the two of you

It can be helped, it seems.

With a gentle motion, you pulled away from holding Mohg close momentarily and reached into your pocket. After rummaging through it for a few seconds, you produced a small flesh trinket in the jagged, vague image of femininity.

You held it delicately between your thumb and index finger, presenting it openly toward the Tarnished.

"Here, consider this a token of gratitude for your assistance today," you offered politely.

As you handed the trinket over to the warrior, Mohg's grip on you tightened slightly but made no attempt to move or react otherwise.

Septic Womb

"My Dearest, I'll find a way to grant you your wish. The Mohgwyn Dynasty shall have its heir"

An idol used in fertility rites of the Formless Mother.

Restores HP when blood loss occurs in the vicinity.

The Tarnished woman took the fleshy charm without a word of thanks, examining it briefly before slipping it away inside her armor.

She continued observing you silently for a while before casting her gaze over to where he lay dormant within his cocoon.

"Listen closely," You cautioned with urgency in your voice, grasping tightly onto Mohg as if to shield him from the very mention of Miquella's name. 

"I seek no vengeance, nor do I wish to pursue further conflict. I beg of you...leave Miquella untouched!" There was desperation lacing each word as they rolled off your tongue, pleading.

Your warning fell on deaf ears as the warrior paid no attention to your pleas, remaining silent and fixated on the distant figure sealed within the fuzzy cocoon.

An exasperated sigh left your lips as realization settled in; her intentions were never about granting aid or salvation. They were merely self-serving, exploiting opportunities to become Elden Lord.

She was a Tarnished, after all.

You watched as the warrior began to approach the distant cocoon containing the Demigod which seemed to draw her here like a moth to light.

If she wanted to play games involving divinity, that was her choice, however misguided. Right now, though, you had more pressing matters to deal with.

Mohg hadn't moved an inch since nestling against your chest, soft sobs still escaping him periodically.

"Hush now," you whispered gently, cradling his massive head between your hands as you tilted it upward towards yours. Your thumbs brushed at the damp fur from underneath his eyes while your palms rested on each side of his face.

Leaning forward, you kissed his forehead gently, then proceeded to pepper sweet kisses all over his face, even pressing a particularly long peck to the horn in his left eye.

A soft whimper escaped him, hungry for more contact as he nuzzled deeper into your embrace.

With his large hands, he kneaded at your body, leaving no doubt about what he wanted. What he missed.

He released a throaty groan as soon as your lips met his in a kiss, his mouth opening slightly as his hot breath mingled with yours.

His large hands drifted beneath your robe, blazing trails of hot fire across your skin as they traveled upwards, heat blooming throughout your entire body.

As he pulled away from your lips, Mohg looked up at you, a wicked smile spreading across his face as he tugged you closer until your bodies melded together.

He rocked his hips into yours, grinding firmly against you to let you know that he was hard as steel.

"We have much to catch up on…" He practically purred at you, squeezing your waist possessively, prompting a lustful groan to escape your mouth involuntarily.

Your brain short-circuited from the sensation, causing you to let out a meek response.

"W-we do…"

[wxnheart]

Dang, fuck around and find out indeed~ just read ur post, love it to bits. Mohg's bit stood out to me, just him having you bouncing in his lap as he praises or degrades you from where he sits in his throne. And when hes finally teased you enough, to the point where you can do nothing but beg for him he ruts into you with a near primal energy that sends you screaming. Just hits all the right notes!! Apologies for going off a bit there! Well done, love ur writing!!

[thiolliers-consort]

Varré x bloody finger hunter male reader

Warnings: reader death, hurt comfort, enemies to lovers, paralysis, no beta reader (we die like men), references to other characters (Yura and Eleonora), slightly ooc?

(There’s like one lyric from this song paraphrased into this, but I was listening to this while writing, so it’s a little bit inspired by it)

⟢ when Varré saw you, he had known that you’d be a nuisance. You made it your job to eliminate the agents of Mohg, otherwise known as the Bloody Fingers.

⟢ Varré didn’t consider himself a bloody finger, so anytime you’d come around to do your job, he’d make the excuse that he was “just a poor war surgeon trying to make ends meet”.

⟢ it would spoil your mood and you’d have to force yourself not to kill him right there. He was truly annoying.

⟢ there were many times when he would flirt and you’d be disgusted. Days where you two did fight and ended up tired, laying against the wall of the church, legs brushed together.

⟢ Yura warned you about having relationships with the enemy. You were aware of what happened to him and eleonora. You assured him that nothing would happen between you and Varré. The thought made you sick to your stomach.

⟢ your cycle continued until the one day you weren’t interested in fighting. You were sick with deathroot and needed help, and Varré (unfortunately) had medical experience.

⟢ it hurt to walk to the church. The deathroot had pierced through your leg and was slowly taking away all feeling. Eventually, you had to just give in to the paralysis and sit against a rock.

⟢ you didn’t reach the church completely, but you were far enough where Varré could see you. He walked over to you and immediately began to tease.

“What’s wrong, hm? Can’t you use your legs?” You couldn’t see his face behind the mask, but you can see that shit eating grin just by his eyes. You stared at him, not feeling well enough to talk. You just wanted him to get the hint and help you. “Come now! Use your words.”

“Deathroot.” You stared at him and he stared back. He bent over to pick up your arm and threw it over his neck. He placed a hand on your waist and pulled you up. Slowly but surely, you made it to the church.

⟢ you were going to die. Varré knew this, but he still took care of you. When you asked him about it, he simply said that he wanted to give you false hope before your inevitable death. He wanted to see your hopeless face while you laid on your deathbed.

⟢ it didn’t hurt you since you knew you’d do the same to him.

⟢ everyday you were given Rejuvenating Boluses and soup. The soup was good and had tiny bits of prawn. “Varré must’ve gotten them from the boggart shack guy,” you thought.

⟢ Varré was fast so the death blight was slow. You couldn’t walk, but when you needed to bathe, Varré helped with no issue. The real trouble came when you needed to defecate, but you worked out a system that wouldn’t be intrusive.

⟢ While bathing, Varré made the decision to help you completely. The death blight had made its way to your spine, so you lost movement in some areas of your arms and hands. At first it was intrusive, but you grew to appreciate his presence and his help.

⟢ when you fell asleep, it was with him. You said you preferred it that way so that if you needed anything, he couldn’t pretend not to hear you.

⟢ that made Varré smile.

The sun started to rise and your eyes fluttered open. The first thing you saw was Varré. He never took off his mask or uniform. You could barely move, but you were able to muster enough strength to bring up your hand and remove his head dress. You were careful not to move the mask.

When the piece of cloth was gone, you began to rake your fingers through Varré’s hair. You saw his eyes open, but you didn’t stop. You could only feel his hair on certain parts of your hand, and having the ability to feel someone made you a little overwhelmed.

Varré sat up and helped you into the same position. You both stared at each other in silence. Varré reached behind his head and untied his mask. He was just so human. “I hate you,” you said as you let your top half go slightly limp so you’d land on his chest.

⟢ it was a month since you got infected. You were going to die soon, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

⟢ Varré stopped wearing his mask and his attitude changed. Lots of times, he’d just talk to you. He talked a lot about the past. Not his past or your past, but just the past of the world. These were, for the most part, one sided conversations.

⟢ you think he’s trying to keep your mind off dying.

Death under cut

⟢ this day was harder than the rest. By now your whole body was limp. The only thing you could feel was your lips and mouth. You talked sometimes, but it was hard.

⟢ Varré knew today was the day, and he put you against the wall and sat next to you.

“Are you scared?” You didn’t respond. He could tell you were thinking, so he gave you time to let his question sink in. Eventually, you slightly shook your head “I’m not. I know I survived this long because you cared. I know that you love me, but hope just wasn’t there.” Varré nodded and stared at the empty space that was supposed to be a wall across from them.

Varré glanced at you and saw you eying his hand. He smiled and moved it to your hand. You couldn’t feel it, but you saw it. It was enough to make you smile as you closed your eyes.

+143637 runes

[blasphemousclaw]

Idk if you plan on doing the "questions-about-character-x" list yet, but I'd love to hear your thoughts on Marika (maybe with a side of Radagon but mostly the golden strumpet).

• favorite thing about them

nothing hits me harder than characters who lash out because of the injustice or suffering they’ve endured… there’s something so cathartic about characters who make their pain and anger felt in the world in a tangible and consequential way. Marika is this character to me!! I think it’s so powerful to introduce her as an all-powerful goddess, keeping her at a distance as this enigmatic figure who shaped the world as it is today and then shattered it, and then to humanize her by showing us where she comes from and what she went through… she was never just a cold, distant, uncaring deity, but a person, with very human motivations and flaws. learning her backstory gives us so much context for why she did the things that she did and gives us the opportunity to feel close to her and empathize with her… I think she was always sympathetic in the base game, but she still felt so distant, so I really love how the dlc fleshed her out and made her character so accessible

• least favorite thing about them

this isn’t even about her, but about how the fanbase has responded to her writing in the dlc because like dear god

it almost makes me want to avoid content of her which sucks because I really like her LOL

• favorite line

“Hear me, Demigods. My children beloved. Make of thyselves that which ye desire. Be it a Lord. Be it a God. But should ye fail to become aught at all, ye will be forsaken. Amounting only to sacrifices...”

absolutely fascinating quote… we don’t really know the context, so there’s many different ways to interpret it… Marika urging her children to become a lord or a god is interesting, because when she deposed the Gloam-Eyed Queen and removed Destined Death from the Elden Ring, it seemed like she was fighting hard to stay in power and to become “Eternal,” but her children succeeding her would necessarily end her reign? This also almost seems like she’s encouraging conflict between her children… there can only be one god and one lord, after all. we don’t know when the quote was spoken, but it almost seems to reference Ranni’s sacrifice of Godwyn on her path to godhood on her own terms? is this a warning? is it a challenge? is it just the words of an extremely jaded and cynical goddess?

• brOTP, ОТР

ok I’m gonna do away with this format here because I just want to list some of her relationships that I really like without having to categorize them:

Marika and Messmer: the dynamic of Marika being a god-queen whose grace is blinding, and her son being born cursed with a serpent of the lightless abyss is so good… him taking up the crusade on her behalf, of his own volition, because he hates how he was born so deeply and will do anything to try to atone for something that isn’t even his fault, committing horrors in her name, is SOOOO

Marika and Radagon: I love pondering where one of them starts and the other begins, how they have opposite goals and worldviews but exist in the same being. really good

Marika and Rennala: I wouldn’t call it an otp but I like it as a ship. Marika being the one to steal away Rennala’s husband, but she actually IS her husband. unparalleled dynamic

• nОТР

there arent any Marika ships I’ve seen that I dislike

• random headcanon

I think she was horrified and disgusted by Morgott and Mohg AND she loved them still. omen babies would have their horns cut off, usually causing them to die, but omen babies born of royalty did not have their horns cut off, so they were allowed to live… I love the idea that Marika couldn’t bear to sentence her children to death, but she also couldn’t bear to look at them because of her past, so they were confined to the Shunning Grounds

• unpopular opinion

*cracks knuckles*

SO MANY people have the wrong idea about her. you’ve got people saying everything she did was justified, she didn’t go far enough, “total hornsent death” etc etc. and on the other hand you’ve got people saying the dlc writing is terrible because it’s excusing Marika for her crimes, it’s baiting you to feel bad for the hornsent and then pulling a plot twist that actually, they were evil and Marika was good the whole time!

both of these interpretations are flawed because the story is not arguing that the hornsent are fundamentally evil people, and it is not arguing that Marika is now blameless because of what she suffered. the story is rife with moments of sympathy for the hornsent’s suffering and examples of the crusade’s inexcusable cruelty, and so much of what’s in the base game showcases the cruelty that Marika’s Order has inflicted. just because the story is giving Marika a sympathetic reason for why she is the way she is does not mean that these facts cease to exist! sympathy for Marika, sympathy for the hornsent, and condemnation for the Golden Order’s and the crusade’s crimes can all exist in the story at the same time!!!!!

• song i associate with them

…how about this: if anyone has a song in mind, leave it in the replies or tags!

• favorite picture of them

Ranni holding her head u_u

[lostgracestories]

Always, With You...

wc: 1.1k (HELP I LOVE MOHG) tw: brief mention of intimacy (nothing happens), literally so fluffy you might melt, good luck

This is what I have been working on since the poll decided that Mohg x Tarnished was the first thing I needed to write so I do hope you guys thoroughly enjoy this <3

oh, and DLC character mention so if you haven't played the DLC yet go away (jk just read with discretion <3)

It was like every other day in Mohgwyn palace. Mohg was pacing back and forth, rambling to himself as he attempted to come up with a way to introduce his dynasty to possible recruits. As he did this, you stood some feet away, conversing with Varre and Sir Ansbach. You expressed to them that you wanted to propose a romantic idea to Mohg to which they stared at you like you were ridiculous. 

“Is… is that not a good idea?”

You shrunk back a little, wondering if they had some form of knowledge that you did not have. After a long pause, Varre’s face twisted into a grin. You couldn’t necessarily see it behind his mask, but you could always tell by the way his mask shifted and his tone changed. Sir Ansbach seemed to hold his breath when Varre began to speak, as if expecting he would need to scold him. “Oh, lambkin… Luminary Mohg is not exactly… familiar, with such things”

You couldn’t help but give into the tugging at the corner of your lips as they curved into a smile. Exactly how unfamiliar was he alluding to? Regardless, it wasn’t like you were going to make Mohg plan it, it was your idea after all, you would plan it accordingly.

“Well, how do you expect him to get familiar if he doesn’t try things?”

You turned on your heels, facing in the direction of your dearest. The look you gave Varre was almost taunting, as if to say “watch this”

As you approached Mohg, he spotted you, striding toward him with a bright smile on your face. He immediately ceased his pacing and stood still for you. When you stood at his feet, his orangey eye lingering over your face for a moment before he questioned you with an amused intrigue to his voice.

“You seem quite amused about something… care to share with me, little dove?”

Oh how you loved that pet name, anytime he called you as such your knees practically buckled beneath you. However, you cleared your throat this time, forcing yourself to keep your gaze trained up at him. Those doe eyes you looked up at him with drove him crazy. Finally, you parted your lips to speak. Despite your efforts to stay confident, your voice cracks for a mere second as you begin

“My heart-”

You started with the endearing nickname, pausing before you continued

“I have been thinking, and I wish to partake in a romantic outing with you”

You could have sworn you saw Mohg’s gaze falter for a second, as if he had become distracted, pulled away from the gaze he kept over your delicate features that so vastly contrasted his own. As silence surrounded both of you, Mohg took it upon himself to fill it, clearing his throat and confidently straightening his posture.

“Well then, little dove… it would be my honor to plan this outing!”

His voice was filled with an excitement that you were all too familiar with. It was the same overzealous excitement he carried in his tone when he explained his dynasty to anyone that would listen. Suddenly, you realized what Varre had meant, a feeling rising in your gut as you peered back at him. His hand was over the mouth of his mask and his shoulders shook with quiet laughter. Well… you couldn’t say he didn’t try to warn you…

Mohg was quick to push you toward the exit so that he could prepare a lavish outing for you, his beautiful little dove. Sir Ansbach was quick to guide you away as Varre was too busy snickering… that bastard. You ended up finding time to read your favorite book in the time that it took Mohg to prepare. Deep down, part of you hoped that he would just prepare a normal dinner with some wine and perhaps, bed you after a few too many glasses. Alas, such a thing was preposterous to hope for.

As you sat by the fireplace in the lavish room that Mohg had offered you to stay in, you were transported out of your book and your thoughts to the sound of knuckles– large ones– rapping against your door ever so gently. You knew it was Mohg and were quick to set aside your book, hurrying to the door and pulling it open cautiously. Your jaw nearly fell off your face at the sight before you. Mohg had put on his nicest ceremonial robes and very clearly washed his horns since you could no longer spot random spots of dry blood.

“Little dove… may I guide you to your surprise?”

Once again you were forced out of your thoughts when he reached a hand out to you. His other was behind his back and as you took his free hand you quickly found out the reason for the hiding of his other hand. Mohg carefully revealed at LEAST a dozen bouquets worth of blood roses combined into one large bouquet. You gaped at the gesture and the sheer size. It was so utterly adorable.

“Oh- Mohg that is so sweet-!”

You exclaimed as he led you away from the doorway and into a part of his palace that looked over the landscape. Mohg chuckled as he stopped in front of a large blanket covered in snacks, treats, and food. All of them were your favorites. Mohg gently placed the bouquet next to the blanket as he helped you to sit. You were all too shocked to find words. If Varre thought this was inexperienced you hesitated to think what he thought experienced would be.

As you rested against the blanket you watched as Mohg carefully lowered himself across from you. He seemed utterly pleased with himself and it drew a giggle from your lips. Once he was fully sat, you crawled to him and knelt in front of him.

“My heart… this is so wonderful… I am so thankful for your beautiful soul”

Mohg immediately leaned toward you as your hands came to rest against his legs. He seemed to stare for a moment as if searching for permission before he carefully brought you into his lap and pulled the treats, snacks, and food closer.

“I was not sure if this would be enough… I may not be able to take you anywhere outside of where my dynasty resides, but I wish for you to feel special, regardless”

You could feel heat rise to your cheeks as Mohg’s words sunk in, his clawed fingers tracing circles into your back. You melted into his gentle touches and let out a sigh of content. As you tilted your head up to look at him, a smile graced your lips and he swore his heart could burst then and there.

“My heart… I always feel special with you…”

[reverieparacosm]

May I request Yandere! Varré x GN! Tarnished general headcanons, thank you!

Yandere!Varré x GN!Tarnished general headcanons

Yandere!Varré (Elden Ring) x GN!Tarnished

Warnings: this text contains themes of emotional manipulation, jealousy, possessivenes, sadism, surveillance, stalking, and potential harm

Note: I am 100% sure that Varré is in a relationship with Mogh. Mogh should finally stop being creepy with his half-brother Miquella and get together with his true servant, Varré. (Edit: I played the dlc... I'm sorry Mogh. I take it back)

Varré is deeply devoted to you and would go to great lengths to ensure that you never feel lonely

He constantly seeks your company and showers you with affection and attention, making sure you are always surrounded by his presence

Due to his intense love for you, Varré believes that the best way to protect you and keep you close is by having you join the Mohgwyn Dynasty. He sees it as a way to solidify your bond and ensure your safety

"Our love of Lord Mohg will forever bind us together, in a dynasty of eternal love."

As a former war surgeon, Varré possesses extensive knowledge about medicine and healing

After battles, he takes great care in cleaning your wounds, applying the necessary treatments, and ensuring that you are not hurt or in pain. His skills and expertise make him incredibly efficient at nursing you back to health

Varré has strong reservations about the Roundtable and its potential dangers. He believes that it poses a threat to your safety and well-being, and as such, he becomes determined to convince you to leave it. He will employ various methods, ranging from persuasion to manipulation, in an effort to ensure your departure

"You have the sweetest screams."

Varré exhibits sadistic tendencies in his yandere nature

While he deeply cares for you, he also finds pleasure in exerting control and dominance over you, often through means of pain or psychological manipulation. This sadistic side of his personality can manifest during intimate moments or when he deems it necessary to discipline or protect you

He definitely has a Blood Kink

Varré watches you diligently to ensure your safety at all times. He keeps a close eye on your activities and surroundings, always vigilant for any potential threats or dangers that might come your way

 "Our love will bloom like a rose in full bloom, my sweet lambkin."

Varré has a deep fascination with roses and sees them as a symbol of his love for you

He frequently presents you with bouquets or single roses, carefully chosen and arranged

Varré is intensely possessive and becomes easily jealous when you interact with others

Whether it's a friendly conversation or a casual encounter, he perceives any attention you give to someone else as a threat to his connection with you

He loves to humiliate you

"You are but a pawn, to be used to serve my own selfish needs. You are nothing to me but a tool to further my own goals. So, shut up and do my bidding."

Varré is a master at manipulating your emotions to keep you deeply attached to him. He knows how to exploit your vulnerabilities and insecurities, using them to his advantage

He deeply values and treasures your body, and he desires for you to perceive yourself with the same admiration that he holds for you

His surroundings turn dull whenever he finds himself longing for your presence

You serve as a source of inspiration for him in a certain sense

He becomes excessively focused on you, desiring to uncover every aspect of your being as if he were delving beneath your surface and merging with you

He might even experience instability and express his affection for you through gestures such as sending love notes, creating artwork depicting you, and including the hearts of his rivals accompanied by a message suggesting they wished to give you their heart, which he facilitated

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Votes were better than I thought… well then, here you go!

STARSCOURGE RADAHN — I’ve come to save you…

Warnings: very little gore, blood, violence, mention of bondage, combat, swords, forced situation for Radahn, killing, brainwashed Radahn; SPOILERS FOR THE DLC!!

Fight: M!Tarnished!Reader vs Radahn (brainwashed) & Miquella

Parings (briefly mentioned): M!Tarnished!Reader x Starscourge Radahn

Overview: You went to the Shadow Realm when Sir Ansbach informed you of the events that were happening involving Miquella, and you went there with the intention of killing him but came face to face with Radahn, your beloved that you saw dead so long ago…

One day in The Lands Between, you got a letter from Sir Ansbach, telling you to come meet him, so you went over to the Shadow Realm, heading for the Gate of Belurat. You had everything you needed with you, your armor with a cloak, and a Moonveil katana holstered on your left hip. When you approached Ansbach, he immediately turned to you. “Ah, Y/N… there you are. I have some things to discuss with you. It’s about Miquella… we need to kill him. He’s a monster… you know what happened to Mohg because of him.. and I’m afraid you’re going to be associated in all this aswell.”, Ansbach spoke. You were a bit confused on why he thought that, tilting your head slight and asking, “Me? How come you think so?” Ansbach sighed, as if he didn’t really want to tell you the truth. Not that he wasn’t truthful, he was worries about your reaction. He hesitated for a bit before continuing, “I’d rather not tell you… but you trust me, right? Y/N, this is an extremely important situation, you won’t wonder why I called you once you see the situation..” You were a bit disappointed by his response since he looked genuinely really worried. “Okay, okay… I do trust you, Ansbach… just, calm down… I never seen you so concerned before.”, you said. Ansbach took a deep breath, regaining his composure. “Apologies… it’s just a bad situation…”, Ansbach said while looking toward the ground. You quickly waved off his apology, “No need to be sorry, it’s no problem. If you’re acting like this there must be a good reason why.” Ansbach nodded and spoke, “Alright then… I’ll leave things to you. You’ll have to go to Enir-Ilim, all the way to the top to the Divine Gatefront. You should be able to confront Miquella there.” You nodded, waving while turning around to walk away, “Thanks Ansbach. I won’t disappoint.”, you reassured. Ansbach let out a sigh of relief, waving back.

You didn’t waste any time, heading over to Enir-Ilim. It wasn’t really an easy time getting to the top, having to jump from rooftop to rooftop, not to mention the amount of enemies there. Once you finally got to the top, you saw the Divine Gate. This was it. You took a deep breath, you felt a strangely familiar presence behind the gates but shook it off, pushing the gate open. Once the immense bright light hit your face and blinded you for a few seconds, your eyes taking a moment to adjust to the light. When you opened your eyes, you couldn’t believe your eyes… the one standing there… was Radahn. You were absolutely shook… you saw him die to Scarlet Rot so long ago… “R-Radahn?!”, you shouted, no response. Just a blank stare. You looked a into his eyes, then it hit you… Radahn wasn’t in his senses. He was brainwashed, it wasn’t those usual loving yellow eyes you knew so well. He had his Starscourge Greatswords in his hands, tightly gripping them. Suddenly, he leaped into the air and pounced on you, you quickly reacted and jumped out of the way, though his Gravity Magic was active aswell as the impact created a shockwave which pushed you back either way. The shockwave made you roll back but you quickly got back up on your feet. No, you didn’t want to fight at all… your heart ached, panic seeping in and not knowing what to do. What was the reason of all this? What was the cause? “Radahn, snap out of it, it’s me!!”, you shouted in an attempt to get him back to his senses, but no use. Your words were only met with more swings of his sword, in which you unsheathed your Moonveil and tried to parry as much as possible, staying on the defensive to observe and act instead of going in recklessly… though it was mostly because you just didn’t want to lay a scratch on him. After a long time, he didn’t seem to be getting exhausted at all, but the problem was, you were.

You suddenly heard a voice… “My consort, Radahn.. let’s end this foolish Tarnished’s efforts.” Your eyes widened… that was Miquella’s voice, and, what did he mean with ‘My consort’?! You connected everything and things started to make sense.. Ansbach asked you because YOUR partner was at stake.. Miquella had used Mohg’s body and Radahn’s soul to make him his consort. That realization hit you like a truck, and you grew enraged, so enraged that your Moonveil was reacting to your inner turmoil, glowing a bright turquoise. “Show yourself, you bastard!!”, you shouted loudly. Miquella did show up, slowly descending onto Radahn’s back, his arms around his neck as Miquella held onto Radahn. “Quite the nice partner you had… he makes a nice toy, you know..when he’s all tied up, not in control and helpless…”, he provoked with a snicker. Oh you were absolutely furious now, the revelation that he even did bondage to Radahn.. “Oh you son of a—“, you shouted and didn’t finish, swinging your Moonveil as hard as you could at Miquella on Radahn’s back, the magic projectile that was created soaring at him but Radahn just blocked the attack with his greatsword. “Good boy…”, Miquella snickered. Radahn got ready to attack you again, performing a long combination of attacks on you that you struggled to evade. With Miquella, his swings now had holy projectiles that sometimes even hit you, and it did hurt like hell. A bit later, you were a bit bloody. You breathed heavily, this was hard. You then had an idea. You pulled out a dagger, you remember that you had put an Ash of War on it… Bloodhound’s Step. You decided to take full use of this and just directly ran at Radahn. He of course swung his greatswords down, but you used the dagger’s ability to quickly vanish and reappear right behind Miquella. Radahn couldn’t do anything because his swords were stuck in the ground, and Miquella was completely vulnerable. “I’ve got you now, you bastard..”, you mumbled as you gripped your Moonveil tight, stabbing Miquella in the back, blood spurting out as you twisted and wiggled the katana in the wound, making it more painful. Miquella let out a chocked gasp as his life slowly faded. “I-I won’t forget this, Tarnished…” He fell off Radahn’s back, a blood puddle forming on where he landed. Radahn’s eyes closed a bit and suddenly widened. He looked around hectically, meeting eyes with you. You couldn’t believe it… those loving, yellow eyes of his you always loved and missed were back. “Y/N..”, Radahn spoke as he quickly rushed to you, getting on his knees and leaning down to your height as he scooped you in his massive arms, holding you as he sobbed lightly. “I-I can’t believe it… thank you…” You smiled softly as you returned the embrace.. the two of you were finally reunited.