#sorcerer Rogier x reader

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Elden Ring - Sorcerer Rogier NSFW

oh no, a cute mage, my weakness

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): he is thorough and careful with you, will ask you if you are okay and what you need of him after you two are done

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): hands ,he loves your hands, he loves holding your hands and intertwining your fingers together when he is between your legs, or sliding your fingers in his mouth, tracing each digit with his clever tongue, he loves feeling your hands gripping his hair or his clothes when you get close and it never fails to put a cocky smile on his face

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): he'll tell you that he loves the intimacy of finishing in you, how it brings you two closer, and how honoured, you trusting him like this, makes him feel ,how its more convenient too because there isn't any clean up ,and sure its all mostly true but also its all just excuses and his cheeky grin can't hide that he just finds it really hot

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): he has definitely spent more than a few nights fantasizing about some possible, group pairings, he never really got the courage to explore group sex or threesomes, but its definitely a thought that lingers whenever he sees someone attractive showing interest in you, he loves showing you off too almost encouraging people to hit on you

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): he has some experience, some stolen kisses in his travels, a couple of arrangements with fellow scholars

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): he doesn’t have a specific preference, quite adaptable considering the circumstances, but ideally on your sides in a comfortable bed snuggled up together

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): he does enjoy some light banter, wants you to be fully comfortable and happy with him

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): he is not that hairy so he doesn't really have to do much, he does enjoy being a bit more natural too

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): he can be very passionate, there is some giddy excitement that make him slightly clumsy but still, he tries, and for most part he succeeds, his words more than make up for it

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): he often fantasises about being caught by you, plays this daydream of you walking in on him, how your eyes would meet and how he'd give you a show, his eyelashes fluttering as he asks for your help maybe with more confidence than he would muster in real life

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): voyeurism/exhibitionism, threesomes, somnophilia

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): there is some intrigue with the idea of being walked in on, but realistically he tries to pick spots where he is at least 99% sure you won't be caught or in danger

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): he enjoys a bit of edging, likes when you two flirt and tease each other until one of you finally snaps, so far he takes pride in keeping his composure for the longest

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): knives, blades, needles, he would rather stay away from anything too sharp while you two are naked and vulnerable

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): he does enjoy spending time between your legs, takes his sweet time alternating between various things to see what'll elicit the strongest reaction , he watches you carefully from his spot on the floor and can't help but smirk against you when you throw your head back in pleasure

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): slow and sensual, he wants to savour things ,if you whine for him to speed things up ,he'll simply chuckle and try to distract you with a compliment or something before resuming his torturous pace

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): he does enjoy them a lot, likes pulling you in dark corners and leaving you fumbling to fix yourself up after you two are done

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): yes and no, he loves the idea of experimenting, will let you talk him into just about anything or the opposite, but might chicken out last minute if he is left to think about it for too long

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): he likes more relaxed and languid love making, so its usually one or two rounds under the moonlight before you both drift off to sleep in each other’s embrace

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): definitely enjoys and understands how toys can enhance both of your experiences, if he could ,would definitely get something remote controlled too, just, out of curiosity ya know, wink wink

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he loves teasing you and then feigning ignorance, especially outside the bedroom ,he loves whispering things to you when you aren't fully focused and then claiming he is not aware of what you are talking about, but the smile on his lips is full of mischief

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): he has such a pretty voice ,and he doesn't hold back with it, he moans and sighs and mumbles under his breath

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): definitely a switch ,usually gentler when he tops ,but doesn’t mind being manhandled a bit when he bottoms

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): very average and it flushes really bright red at the tip 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): its a lot of pining, a lot of longing glances, and coy smiles and accidental brushing against each other with him, maybe his voice drops a bit lower when he explains something to you or he holds your hand for a tad longer than normal after helping you get up or climb down from something

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he sleeps very soundly, his breathing even and slow and he barely moves, if he falls asleep one way , that's how he stays for the rest of the night

[poisonousroxstar]

Hello there! I really want to ask you for some proposal fluff with Rogier from Elden Ring (x fem!reader pls) Omg there is practically no appreciation for this fine man in eng fandom:(

Bite-sized Imagine

Marrying Rogier

Plot Summery: some general headcanons for marrying Spellblade Rogier This Contains: Angst (major character death), fluff, self-doubt (not receiving). Note(s): this was cute. Decide to just do some regular stuff and not some yandereness this time! Not sure about this, but I'll try again in the future if I feel like it.

Rogier didn't know why, but he found you comforting. It was a nice feeling, especially with how distorted and corrupt the Lands Between were. It's no wonder that eventually you two wind up in a relationship together.

If he's the one who proposes to you, he'll be very causal about it, mentioning it in conversation before digging deeper. He's especially prone to doing this if he knows his end is closing in, such as having deathroot sickness and such. He'd like to have a few more memories before he passes, especially if you've really wanted this yourself.

If you're the one who proposes to him, he's surprised but very...happy, at the idea. He's scared, but any reassurance you give him will calm his nerves slightly. Besides, he loves you a lot... and he isn't sure how long either of youse will last. So, he'll happily agree to the proposal.

When it comes to the wedding, the event won't be that glamorous, sadly. This is the Lands Between after all, there isn't much beauty to be found. Still, he tries to make it as charming as possible for the both of you. It'll be a simple ceremony, likely not many people being there. But youse have each other, and that's all that's needed. The night is beautiful, and the moment is wonderful. His heart has never felt so light, so...hopeful.

"I love you" Rogier says, smiling so gently. So warmly. This is a moment he'll never forget, never once in his life. The Lands Between is a harsh, cold world. No matter how hopeful and how light he feels, Rogier knows that this won't last forever. Not in a world like this.

So for as long as you'll let him. For as long as you love him, and for as long as he lives. Rogier will hold you deeply in his heart. His fair maiden eternal.

[carpe-yeet-em]

look, if I had my wits about me I would absolutely write Rogier fanfic. like I totally grew to love him and then he was just gone. I needed the amor for the build, but it was almost romantic ngl. And then today I walked into a place that was the perfect mirror of the roundtable hold and felt something spark within me, even though I knew he wasn’t there.

I’m closer to becoming Eldin Lord than ever and yet I’m still looking backwards.

[dragoncult-handmaiden]

Engvall x Fem!Tarnished!Reader Relationship Headcannons (SFW)

answered an ask on my main blog (@lycheedr3ams) for @x-hey-jude-x

These headcannons will operate separately from my Banished Love fic since the reader is not tarnished in that story. I am long-winded so my headcannons are more like drabbles

Life in the Lands Between is not easy, and Engvall knows this all too well. Despite choosing to protect a lordless castle for the rest of his days, his first priority is protecting you. Even if you’re just going to collect herbs or take a bath in the stream, Engvall insists on accompanying you everywhere. And, um, you can’t exactly argue with an over 6 foot tall knight  XD

You and Engvall share a large room in the castle he chose to protect. He himself doesn’t mind sleeping on a hard bed or on the floor, but since you sleep with him every night, he would not let you rest until he found the best blankets available. Your comfort is very important to him, and it helps him rest better at night. 

Speaking of sleeping. This man is always cuddled into you or touching you in some way. I imagine the emotional toll of being banished is pretty tough, and Engvall appreciates that you’re always there for him. Whether it’s an arm around your waist, him spooning you tightly against his chest, or your arm and leg lazily flung over his body, he always wants some sort of contact with you when you both are asleep. He is always the big spoon, just bc of how large he is, and he enjoys protecting you even in his sleep. Given how tall he is, he gives off a ton of body heat, and you wake up pretty sweaty in the mornings

Sorry, but Engvall cannot cook very well. He can cook well enough to survive while traveling or just to get by, but it is by no means a 5-star meal. he burns most of his food. He avoids embarrassment by saying he prefers his food to be “crispy”. He has trained his whole life with his halberd and armor, not with pots and pans. Engvall loves it when you cook for him! He will sit patiently and watch you cook like you're the only thing that matters in the world. He’s usually very hungry since his daily activities expend a lot of calories, so be prepared to cook at least three plates for him to be full. But with how lovingly he watches you cook, you wouldn’t mind making food for him all day

Touching again on the protectiveness. He’s extremely overprotective, and a little possessive. If he sees someone else in the castle looking at you for too long or flirting with you, this man will stalk up silently behind you and just death stare at the person trying to get with you. His presence is enough to make anyone fold, so it’s always successful. Once you turn around after the person you were talking to runs away in fear, he instantly becomes your Engvall again, just with a slightly deadly twinkle in his eye

He needs a decent amount of reassurance, especially if he finds out someone was hitting on you. Engvall has little to no money of his own despite his title, and your living means are in no way comfortable. He’s scared you’ll leave him for someone who has more money and resources to give you a better life. But you always tell him that you don’t care about money or status or material things, you just want him, and that he’s the best partner anyone could ask for

Engvall loves it when you help him into his armor. I don’t even think it would be possible for him to put on all that armor by himself. He loves watching the way your fingers glide over the metal and buckle everything in place, and how your eyebrows furrow if something gets stuck. He looks at you so love-sickeningly that it makes your heart flutter. Engvall will track you down in the castle to ask you to help him into his armor even though there are tons of other people around who could easily do so. He says that you put on his armor just the way he likes <3

Engvall really does not want you to become elden lord. The path to doing so is riddled with death and despair, and he would be destroyed if something happened to you. If you want to be the elden lord, he will try to dissuade you at every chance he can get. If you end up setting out traveling the Lands Between to become elden lord, he will be with you every step of the way to ensure nothing happens to you at this rate, he might just become elden lord bc he doesn’t want you to fight anyone)

Engvall is pretty quiet even when alone with you, but you are his peace. When he is silent during his duties, it is because he has to maintain a watchful, cautious eye at all times. But when he’s quiet with you, wrapped up in a blanket in front of the fire and playing with your hair, he’s quiet because his love has no need for words. He will tell you he loves you sometimes, it is just hard for him to voice it. As a knight, he's a man of actions, not words. the only words he really ever had to say was his oath when he was sworn

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[velvet-apricots]

I have a perfect idea for Rogier/reader scenario! Maybe you can write how reader saved Rogier from the death curse. I would like it be a friends to lovers and female pronounces! ILY, dearest 💖

Instead of going down alone into the depths below Stormveil, Rogier is convinced by his new friend to take her along with him. Godrick can wait, he helped her with Margit, she can help him with this.

They defeat the ulcerated tree spirit together with a bit of effort and go deeper. They discover the massive head. Rogier gets to close and is deathblighted.

The infection won't clear up, so Rogier's legs start festering with the deathblight, and his friend is determined to help him. She thinks healing incantations can cure him, but she has none that are powerful enough.

She starts a journey to get to Lyndell, so she can find anything there to cure him. She visits him regularly while she travels, and over time they grow closer and closer. As she gains more knowledge of healing, she helps stave off the infection with boluses and other spells she can get her hands on.

She eventually gets her hands on the Golden Order principa prayer book, and learns law of regression. This is what she needs! She returns to Rogier and uses it on him and manages to clear his deathblight, or at the very least cut it back and keep it under control, like one would a plant that grows wildly.

"You are amazing." he says to her, and she can only kiss him in response. He is surprised but he kisses her back.

Alternatively, and more morally reprehensible:

She may do something similar to what Ranni did and with the use of the dagger she gets, set forth on killing someone and Rogier at the same time to put him into a new body. Seluvis may be involved as well. His soul is put into this new body as a result.

He might not like these actions however, so lets go with the incantation route. =3

[lycheedr3ams]

Any way you could maybe do a Engvall and Female Tarnished Significant other couple headcanon list thing? 👀

Engvall x Fem!Tarnished!Reader Relationship Headcannons (SFW)

You’re officially my first ask!!! Thanks for requesting this!

These headcannons will operate separately from my Banished Love fic since the reader is not tarnished in that story. I am long-winded so my headcannons are more like drabbles

Life in the Lands Between is not easy, and Engvall knows this all too well. Despite choosing to protect a lordless castle for the rest of his days, his first priority is protecting you. Even if you’re just going to collect herbs or take a bath in the stream, Engvall insists on accompanying you everywhere. And, um, you can’t exactly argue with an over 6 foot tall knight  XD

You and Engvall share a large room in the castle he chose to protect. He himself doesn’t mind sleeping on a hard bed or on the floor, but since you sleep with him every night, he would not let you rest until he found the best blankets available. Your comfort is very important to him, and it helps him rest better at night. 

Speaking of sleeping. This man is always cuddled into you or touching you in some way. I imagine the emotional toll of being banished is pretty tough, and Engvall appreciates that you’re always there for him. Whether it’s an arm around your waist, him spooning you tightly against his chest, or your arm and leg lazily flung over his body, he always wants some sort of contact with you when you both are asleep. He is always the big spoon, just bc of how large he is, and he enjoys protecting you even in his sleep. Given how tall he is, he gives off a ton of body heat, and you wake up pretty sweaty in the mornings

Sorry, but Engvall cannot cook very well. He can cook well enough to survive while traveling or just to get by, but it is by no means a 5-star meal. he burns most of his food. He avoids embarrassment by saying he prefers his food to be “crispy”. He has trained his whole life with his halberd and armor, not with pots and pans. Engvall loves it when you cook for him! He will sit patiently and watch you cook like you're the only thing that matters in the world. He’s usually very hungry since his daily activities expend a lot of calories, so be prepared to cook at least three plates for him to be full. But with how lovingly he watches you cook, you wouldn’t mind making food for him all day

Touching again on the protectiveness. He’s extremely overprotective, and a little possessive. If he sees someone else in the castle looking at you for too long or flirting with you, this man will stalk up silently behind you and just death stare at the person trying to get with you. His presence is enough to make anyone fold, so it’s always successful. Once you turn around after the person you were talking to runs away in fear, he instantly becomes your Engvall again, just with a slightly deadly twinkle in his eye

He needs a decent amount of reassurance, especially if he finds out someone was hitting on you. Engvall has little to no money of his own despite his title, and your living means are in no way comfortable. He’s scared you’ll leave him for someone who has more money and resources to give you a better life. But you always tell him that you don’t care about money or status or material things, you just want him, and that he’s the best partner anyone could ask for

Engvall loves it when you help him into his armor. I don’t even think it would be possible for him to put on all that armor by himself. He loves watching the way your fingers glide over the metal and buckle everything in place, and how your eyebrows furrow if something gets stuck. He looks at you so love-sickeningly that it makes your heart flutter. Engvall will track you down in the castle to ask you to help him into his armor even though there are tons of other people around who could easily do so. He says that you put on his armor just the way he likes <3

Engvall really does not want you to become elden lord. The path to doing so is riddled with death and despair, and he would be destroyed if something happened to you. If you want to be the elden lord, he will try to dissuade you at every chance he can get. If you end up setting out traveling the Lands Between to become elden lord, he will be with you every step of the way to ensure nothing happens to you at this rate, he might just become elden lord bc he doesn’t want you to fight anyone)

Engvall is pretty quiet even when alone with you, but you are his peace. When he is silent during his duties, it is because he has to maintain a watchful, cautious eye at all times. But when he’s quiet with you, wrapped up in a blanket in front of the fire and playing with your hair, he’s quiet because his love has no need for words. He will tell you he loves you sometimes, it is just hard for him to voice it. As a knight, he's a man of actions, not words. the only words he really ever had to say was his oath when he was sworn

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Swallowed Whole by The Flame (Messmer the Impaler x Tarnished! Reader) 8

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Summary: The storehouse calls to you, your path awaits.

A/N: I've been ill for a while, so this is coming out when I feel better! Sorry for the delay! A promise is a promise! More interactions!

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Chapter 8: The Encounter

The rest of your day is spent avoiding Messmer as best as you can, despite the heavy enforcement of soldiers who seem to follow your every move. It comes to you with great unease and irritation, but you're thankful when you've eaten supper and you can be to yourself for the rest of the evening,

Your thoughts are spent thinking about the specimen storehouse and where your heart lies in the books you could be reading. It comes with great restraint not to sneak out and go there in the dead of night, but you promise yourself you would rather worm your way through befriending Ansbach better to gain some further insight.

You go to sleep slightly content with your goals, hoping you can go through with them easily.

Ansbach is who you go to seek out after breaking your fast, dressing simply in your usual garbs before you find him in his usual spot. You strike up a conversation with him for a bit before you know his suspicions are up, knowing you're up to no good.

"You know, Lord Messmer will not be too pleased in knowing you're not where you are."

"How so? He's not looking for me, he's not sought me out." You shrug, though you cannot help but eye the red-cladded knight who loiters close by. He's aware of your presence down here, but he is allowing it for some reason. Could it be some ploy to think he's fine with it all?

"I think his Lord is so caught up in worrying about me, he should be addressing the real issue." You continue, "Any news of Miquella? Or even Lady Leda?"

"It seems Leda has found the gift you left." Ansbach addressed plainly, "What she wishes to do to deal with our betrayals, I am still left in the dark of. I have no doubt she will be finding some way to create an ambush."

"Best be on our best behaviour then." You jest, but Ansbach grunts in response. Why must everyone be so grumpy in this Keep, no, these lands? You remember fellow allies like the kindly girl Roderika, the polite sorcerer Rogier, and Boc your seamster - even in the coldness and darkness of the world, they still found kindness that could be shared with strangers.

Two days pass since your conversation with Ansbach, and despite lingering for far too long in the storehouse staring at the endless shelves, you cannot finally help the urge that calls to you.

Only dressed in a nightgown and dressing gown, its green silk robes still feel foreign on your skin. You scamper to the door of your chambers barefoot, the cold wooden floor cool against your skin as you slowly pull the door open. Looking to see no one there, you gather yourself, shutting the door behind you as darkness engulfs you in the small tower.

Feeling along the walls as your aid, you trek downwards, careful to keep your pacing quiet.

Quick as a mouse, sharp as a cat. You tell yourself as you avoid what you think are soldiers who are posted along the lower grounds, patrolling as they go.

You stick to the shadows as best as you can, passing the infirmary as you near the steps heading down into the dimly lit storehouse. Your smile broads, victory is on the horizon as you continue to sneak before you find yourself in endless bookshelves. 

Finding a small candle and taking it along with you, you pace down the bookcases until you cannot find Sir Ansbach in his usual spot. Instead of him, you find the endless books you have been dying to open since you last spoke with him.

You feel a sense of pride wash over you, eagerly picking up the first book with too much force that it knocks the tower to the ground, some books clatter open with a loud crash as you freeze, assessing your situation before turning back to continue with the pages.

You find books on the history of the lands, of the Hornsent, the war and tyranny that seem to address in length of Messmer's battles, but you work your way to find one that is of great interest to you—the History of Queen Marika and the Golden Order.

It's when your foolishness and brashness bring you to be unaware for a moment, too engrossed in what's around you, that when you try to reach for a book on the shelf that is too high for you, a voice hisses out to you in the darkness.

"Thou art rather brazen at which hour thee sneaketh."

You almost scream out, but catch yourself, your voice being stuck in your throat as you turn to who stands behind you.

You should've known you were being followed, but nothing had prepared you to finally come face to face with the redhead. You had to admit, it was rather haunting how someone so tall as he was able to move around with ease of not disrupting noise. Despite the darkness, your candle caught a glimpse of his red hair, almost blending in with the bookcases. He appears to you how an apparition would, his form languid and swaying as if he is uncertain as to what your next moves shall be. He has a ghost-like quality that only he could carry in a Keep so full of others. He instead thrives in the abyss, in the dampened walls and cold grey spots. You wonder what he carries, the stoicism that he was born with, would it be broken if he finally saw his mother again? And just how long had it been since he last saw her?

"Firstly thee fight mine own men liketh a drunken in a tavern." He spouts. "Next I findeth thee sneaking off to mine own library. Bid me, where shalt I findeth thee next? Sneaking wine into thy chambers?"

"Are you taking note of everywhere I go?" You bemoaned. "If I had known better, it seems you enjoy stalking me."

The glare he sends you is not enough to make you cower, rather you swear you see his cheeks redden at your words. He averts his eye from you, but he keeps his mood sour. "Bid me, art thee going to starteth destroying mine own books?"

You stare at him incredulously, "I read, you know?"

It's his time to gawk, his snakes look between one another before looking up to their master, the three staring as if they are silently communicating. You can't help but feel like the fool at this moment.

Messmer surprises you as if he is a grumpy unapproachable cat, slowly inching his way towards you, his movement slow, hesitant. There is bewilderment present in his features as he whispers, "Thee... read?"

"Yes," Your words are mixed with a weary laugh that has been bubbling inside your throat, "you believe I'm ready to tear your books apart like a beast?"

He doesn't answer that, rather he's quiet, maybe from embarrassment for assuming.

"Look-" you begin to walk closer towards him, not even getting as close as you predicted before something is face to face with you, squaring off. You're startled back, keeping eye contact with one of the serpents that had unwound itself around Messmer's torso to stare down at you. You never realised even up close how vivid its scales were, bright and a brilliant crimson hue. 

You also realise the difference between both serpents: one had startling blue-green eyes, the other matching Messmer's. One is slightly bigger, the other slimmer and longer. You cannot help but feel inquisitive by the one inches away from your face, it also doesn't move as it inspects you. Instinctively, you hold a hand out, somewhat frightful it could change its mind and latch its jaws around your hand, but rather than that, it takes in your scent, its long tongue flickers up your finger before you gingerly stroke along its nose once it has investigated you enough.

"Woah," you marvel in wonder, "they are beautiful." Messmer seems stiff and unresponsive, watching but not daring to move. You assume he's in two minds: fight you off his serpents or allow you to continue, however, you're still hesitant you've overstepped.

His skin even ashen holds a light blush to his face, and it finally dawns on you. He can sense what the snakes feel, for his golden eye is sharp and wide in shock. He does not recoil from you, but he finally does seem to come back from whatever trance he's in, nodding in agreement with your statement. 

"Do they have names?" You ponder aloud.

Messmer's voice is soft as he points to the one with blue eyes, "Fos," he points to the other, "Eos."

It is Fos who turns from you to look up to Messmer, almost pleased to be finally formally introduced, which brings a smile to your face. To think, these serpents have their personalities and thoughts, working independently from their master if they wished.

You realise you need to say more so it does not fill the air with awkwardness, "You asked if I read?"

"I did."

"I do because I wish to learn," you answer, "Not only of these lands but of the one I have long forgotten. I am Tarnished, yes, but I also had a life before, one I have not remembered in a long time. If I am to defeat Miquella and know of his plans, I must learn more of what I'm up against."

Messmer is silent as he takes them in, his face stoic and cold but his eye is darting across your face, over the books surrounding you. It is only then that he sighs heavily. "Very well. If it is true t' is what thee needeth, it shalt be provided." The smile that grows on your face as you hear his words, "However, thee shall not seeketh this inf'rmation without mine own aid. Nor shall I allow thee to be in the storehouse alone."

A fair agreement. You think to yourself, soaking in his deal. "Deal?" You are the one to hold your hand out to him, an olive branch of peace. He stares at your hand then your face, slowly reaching out, his large clawed hand warm as you predicted, swallowing yours in the softness of his skin. "Deal."

It feels like a long time before one of you remembers to pull away, your hand feels extra cold away from his heat, the power he exudes. You go pick up the book you wished to read, but Messmer is quick to add, "T'is yours to read," his voice is a gentle whisper in the coldness of the night, "if it keeps thee from fighting mine own men."

It dawns on you, that his tone is not dour when he tells you that, there is a tinge of humour laced within him when he wants to be droll. "Now, that I don't know I can keep as a promise, Lord Messmer."

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A/N: So, I wanted the serpent names to be cute and matching. Fun fact: Fos means light and Eos means dawn but also is the personification of dawn🥺

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Messmer

messmer x wife!aspiring elden lord!reader (part 1)

messmer x wife!aspiring elden lord!reader (part 2)

Miquella

love languages (gn!reader)

Rykard, Lord of Blasphemy

Rykard x gn!reader x Tanith poly relationship hcs

Lady Tanith

Rykard x gn!reader x Tanith poly relationship hcs

Radahn

stargazing (gn!reader)

Leda

needle knight leda x st trina follower! fem! reader

Thiollier

thiollier x gn!reader with a similar personality to him

D, Hunter of the Dead

d, hunter of the dead x reader hcs

blurbs

Various Characters

what's in a name? (gn!reader)

Messmer

his promised consort (fem!reader)

Malenia

malenia x gn!reader hcs

Melina

a heretic at the stake (gn!reader)

BLOODBORNE —

adieu (gn!reader)

make merry (lady maria x fem!reader)

[whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon]

Because my mind just refused to let this go as I work on my fic, here's some crack!canon featuring you x your favorite character:

Morgott has the uncanny ability to finish your sentences for you. No, he isn't psychic (at least... he doesn't think so), he's just really attuned to you. (You still think he's psychic, though)

Since your relationship with him started, Godwyn absolutely, positively cannot get a good night's sleep (and he loves a good night's sleep, credits it for his happy disposition) if you're not in bed with him. And if you take too long to get it in bed, he'll hit you with the puppy dog eyes until you do. And next thing you know, you have a sleeping demi-god in your arms.

Boggart actually DOES NOT like it if you eat other people's cooking. Your taste buds are his alone, dammit. So, too, are your eyes because he loves the way you ogle his chest.

Radagon actually does not mind it when you choose his outfits for him. He's confident in your fashion choices most of the time and his ability to effortlessly look good in whatever you pick out for him. And for the hundredth time, no, he will not go naked. His body is for your viewing pleasure only.

Mohg will never admit it but it was Varré who played wingman and helped him to woo you. You really thought Mohg could wax poetry so effortlessly, didn't you?

The depths of Radahn's love for you can't be quantified. I take it back, it can be. How do you know? Well, a drunken Starscourge told you. He told you his love for you is as big as Leonard and then showed you with his hands. He loves you THIS.MUCH. Okay, then. Radahn was so proud of himself for saying that. And then he passed out. Poor baby meant well. You took extra care of him the next day as he nursed his hangover.

Gideon has caught you laughing at Nepheli's imitation of him more than once.

To your surprise, Godrick's grafting has made him... incredibly ticklish. You may or may not use it to great effect (if only because you want to hear him genuinely laugh) and sometimes he'll hide from you. It's like this really interesting game of hide and seek except Godrick's not really playing. He kinda is. Um...

You actually find it hilarious that Blaidd hates the cold and will playfully tease him about it. Blaidd being the good sport that he is only snorts because you ALWAYS get under his cloak when you're cold. ALWAYS.

Ranni actually likes that you can (and do) pick her up. This being Ranni, of course she has to express her disapproval. Of course.

Varré loves surprise kisses. An exceptionally good kiss will have him giggling like a madman. And don't you dare tell Luminary Mohg about this. ʘ‿ʘ

Diallos loves it when you style his hair. He loves the way your fingers run through his curls and massage his scalp.

You can and have gotten lost in Rogier's eyes. You never hesitate to tell him how beautiful they are. And he never hesitates to blush and kiss your hand in response.

You like to playfully smack Patches on his ass and tell him how good he looks in his pants. Patches being Patches, of course, will smirk and wink at you. And then he'll tease you by wearing even more form-fitting pants. Oh, Patches...

[whitemaskedvarre-hoarde]

I've reposted this artists work alot, but i can't help it, their sorcerer Rogier and white faced/masked Varré elden ring fanart renditions are soooo good 😍😫🙌

[wxnheart]

Rogier Christmas snuggles?

You felt the soft brush of his lips against your forehead.

Opening your eyes, you find yourself getting lost (yet again) in the emerald depths of the sorcerer's own.

He doesn't have to say anything. Never does. The look in the man's eyes and his smile tells it all.

Oh yeah, today's going to be spent in bed. You reach up, grab a fistful of hair, and bring his face down.

Your lips crash together and Rogier moans greedily. Yeah, it's gonna be a long day in bed.

[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 | Dragon Communion Priestess | Jar Saint | Outer Gods

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 | Crucible Knight Siluria | Crucible Knight Ordovis | 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 | Ancient Dragon-Man | Commander Gaius

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

[dragoncult-handmaiden]

i don't really know what to post lol

i'm not gonna write elden ring fanfics for a little while until i'm done a few major ones on my main blog

do you guys have anything in particular you'd like to see?

[nightingale-fic-recs]

By the Grace Of [Sorcerer Rogier x Fem!Tarnished] - Chapter Nine

Summary: With a little help from some friends, Delia gets something she’s been wanting for some time- a handsome spellblade into a more… comfortable space.

Author’s Notes: 2.1K words! No real notes for this one, except, well… 🤭 excited about a thing that gets noticed! ‘Cause y’know I, as the author, am just as shocked as my readers

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or events from Elden Ring

Warnings: minor depictions of wounds/blood, suggestive content, unedited (basically), unfinished story- read at your own risk!

“This,” grumbled Rogier, “Is wholly unnecessary.”

He had one arm slung over Delia’s shoulders, the other over Diallos’. A young girl he hadn’t met yet followed close behind, carrying a crate they’d found to hold the collection of items Delia had brought him.

“I did offer to carry you myself,” mused Delia.

He was being hauled to her room at her insistence. She’d been unwilling to hear his objections, no matter how well-founded.

He won’t be in her way. She’ll hardly be there, anyway.

The flies don’t bother her. If she were going to be infected, it would have happened by now.

She’d feel better leaving him if she knew he was more comfortable.

“Is it… that you don’t want me in your space?”

He’d stopped arguing at her hurt look when she asked him that, unwilling to further risk jeopardizing her fragile trust in him over his pride. He’d allowed her to pack his things and stack his newly dried pages; allowed her to fasten the blanket around his waist when he expressed anxiety over the thorns; allowed her to fetch Diallos and the young girl; allowed himself to be carted helplessly through the halls.

And so he kept his head down, thoroughly mortified at the indignity of it all, and thoroughly grateful that no one else seemed about to see the spectacle. D’s chair was blessedly empty, Corhyn had left on some great quest, and the Table’s other regular occupants had been coerced into Delia’s scheme. Hewg, as ever, did not even raise his head. The only other person about to see this all was Fia, and Rogier did not look up to see if she noticed their little procession.

Delia swore as she bumped her shoulder on the doorway, scraping Rogier’s elbow on the wall in the process.

“Sorry,” she murmured.

“Quite alright, I could use a bit of excitement,” quipped Rogier. Diallos snorted, and he heard the young girl behind them stifle a giggle. A glance up at Delia revealed her trying and failing to hide a grin. He ducked his head and, despite himself, smiled.

“Honestly, I’m just pleased to see you’ve finally made a friend,” said Diallos. Rogier turned a startled look at him. Diallos glanced up, then back toward the hall. “I’ve hardly seen you speak to anyone in the time I’ve been here. It’s just…” he trailed off, a pained look crossing his face. “It’s good to have a friend.”

“Still no word on Lanya?” asked Delia.

Diallos shook his head. “No. Nothing.”

“She must be somewhere nearby,” said the young girl. “She doesn’t have a mount, does she?”

They’d reached a door. Delia grunted as she leaned forward to open it, and Diallos shifted to bear more of Rogier’s weight.

“No, she doesn’t.” They shuffled through and the young girl rushed forward to draw back the blankets on Delia’s bed. Rogier suppressed a shiver as his mind went blank.

Delia’s bed.

Marika help him.

He hadn’t even considered the fact that this whole ridiculous plan put him in Delia’s bed.

“Not that it matters. Take your eyes off her for but a moment and she’s good as gone.” He blinked back to the present as he was lowered onto the edge of the bed. Delia moved purposefully forward, lifting his legs and quickly covering them with her blankets, as he’d pleaded she do. He swallowed thickly, relief and gratitude washing over him. Neither Diallos nor the young girl seemed to notice anything amiss.

“She’ll turn up,” said Delia. Diallos gave her a thankful look before turning to Rogier.

“Right, well. If you’re settled, then…”

“Thank you,” said Rogier. “This was a great kindness.” The smile Diallos gave him was a bit distracted, but still polite and friendly. The young man turned to the door, letting himself out as Delia began dragging a small table to the bedside.

“My name is Roderika.” Rogier turned his gaze from Delia’s turned back to the young girl who’d carried his things. She stood near the end of the bed, wringing her hands anxiously. “I should have told you sooner.”

“Roderika. A lovely name.” He pulled out his most charming smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m sure.”

She smiled shyly, looking toward Delia. “I… I’m learning the noble art of spirit tuning from Master Hewg. But if… if Miss Delia’s ever not around, and you need something…”

Delia turned. Her expression was thoughtful. “I’m sure I could find a bell, or something.”

“That’s not-” began Rogier, but neither woman seemed to be listening to him.

“Oh, there’s no need. The Hold is so quiet, most of the time. Even with Master Hewg’s hammering, I’m quite sure I’d hear if Mister Rogier needed anything.”

“Just Rogier is fine,” he put in. He offered a reassuring smile when Roderika looked at him uncertainly.

“And I’ve told you to just call me Delia.” Delia had moved to the end of the bed to take the younger girl’s hands. “And thank you. I really appreciate your helping us.”

Us. He liked the sound of that. Roderika made some soft reply before excusing herself, leaving Delia and Rogier alone in the room. She turned to smile at him and his heart clenched. There were dark circles under her eyes, and she hadn’t cleaned the blood from her cheek. She looked frazzled and exhausted. And so beautiful.

He spoke before realizing what he was about to say. “Have you got a cloth? And some warm water?” She opened a small satchel on a low table, pulling out several strips of clean linen. She turned to the fireplace and dipped a clay mug into the pot over the flames.

Rogier pulled himself sideways, reaching down to drag his numb legs after. Delia sat on the edge of the bed, still holding the items he’d requested.

“Are you hurt?” she asked. He felt himself let out a soft huff of air and reached for the cup. Delia’s eyebrows went up, but she didn’t question when he took the linen from her, dipping it into the hot water.

He reached up, cupping her cheek in his hand. Delia sucked in a sharp breath, but she leaned toward him. He wiped the cloth gently over her forehead and then beneath her eyes. They fluttered shut as he did, giving him the freedom to truly study her face.

There was a light dusting of freckles over the bridge of her nose, and faint lines around her mouth from smiling. Tiny white scars pierced her lip, just beside her Cupid's bow, and the tip of her dark eyebrow. The bruising under her eyes was even darker than he’d thought, shadowed further by long, dark lashes. Her nose scrunched, delicate tip pulling up slightly, as he cleaned the cut on her cheek.

His heart thudded dully against his ribs.

Delia’s eyes opened as his movements slowed. He dipped the rag again, picking up her hand to wipe the blood from it. Her palm was warm against his. Her fingers were long and slender, calloused. Scarred all over. Warrior’s hands. She let him turn it over, and he kneaded the heel lightly when she offered no objection. He wrapped the cloth over his own fingers, using it to carefully scrape the dirt from beneath her nails.

He looked up when she giggled. She shrugged apologetically, dropping her gaze. “I’m not sure anyone’s ever been so gentle with me,” she said.

Rogier’s chest tightened. He leaned over her to set the cloth and mug on the table she’d dragged over, using one hand so as not to let go of her. “Come here,” he said. His voice was soft, but commanding- even to his own ears. Delia’s eyes went wide. She began to lean down, but pulled back suddenly.

“Can I… do you mind if I…”

He blinked at her, lost, worry that he’d overstepped bubbling up. She gestured to her bloody armor. “Would it be alright for me to…?”

“Oh!” he said, quite eloquently. Oh, indeed. “Of course.” He wasn’t sure how he managed to form the words, let alone get them out. He was only grateful that Delia gave no indication of anything being out of the ordinary as she rose, turning her back to him.

The cloak fell away first, revealing silvery mail, and then came the greaves. Rogier couldn’t tear his gaze from the expanse of surprisingly smooth skin they revealed as they slid down. Then she was removing the armor, and he found himself whipping his head to the side to give her the privacy he should have been giving her the whole time.

A moment later, she sat at the edge of the bed again. He looked back to see her picking at the ends of her fingers nervously. “Are you comfortable?” she asked. “I could help you, if you need, or even just lay your things somewhere.”

It took him a moment to understand that she was referencing his clothes. His mouth went entirely dry at that thought- being in her bed, with her, both of them in their underclothes.

Marika help him.

“I’m quite alright,” he managed. Delia’s eyes went up to his hat skeptically.

Well.

Haltingly, he reached up to remove it. Her lip twitched, as though trying to withhold a smile. Rogier huffed and undid the clasps on his hood, pulling that off as well. He lifted one hand to run through his hair, pausing when he felt the fabric of his gloves.

Well, that wouldn’t do.

And so he peeled those off, too. He lay the items neatly on the side table, except his hat. That, he hung on the bedpost.

When he looked at Delia, her gaze was soft and molten. She reached up, almost absently, and ran her fingers through his hair, tugging ever so gently on the tangles in it.

Rogier had to bite back the shameful, desperate sound crawling its way up the back of his throat. Rather than risk opening his mouth and embarrassing himself, he leaned toward her and wrapped his arms around her waist, tugging her toward him.

She let out an undignified squeak as she was dragged against his chest, hands splayed over the leather of his jerkin. He shut his eyes, willing his hands not to move from where they held her waist. He could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of the long, loose blouse she wore.

This… was a terrible idea.

The last person he’d held like this was Fia, knowing full well it meant nothing to either of them. Before her, he couldn’t remember. And if there had ever been another for whom he’d cared before that, before coming to these cursed lands, he did not remember them either.

That thought startled him into an abrupt realization.

So focused had he been on keeping her at bay, on why she shouldn’t waste her time on him, and on how she might hurt him that he hadn’t stopped to assess how he actually felt about her.

And he felt for her.

He cared for her, deeply. Too deeply, he was quickly realizing. Here, with her wrapped in his arms, he was nearly overcome with desire. Desire to hold her like this forever, desire to kiss her soft and slow until her thoughts were as muddled as his own, to burn the feeling of her into his mind and his soul. Desire to crawl into her skin and make his home between her ribs.

He was well and truly lost in her.

He felt the moment she relaxed, shimmying closer to lay half on him, her head against his shoulder. “Comfortable?” he whispered. Delia only ran her hands down his sides, tucking one arm beneath him. A shiver went through him.

“Are you cold?” she asked. Her lips brushed his neck as she spoke, and he felt gooseflesh break out over his skin. His arms tightened involuntarily around her, fingers squeezing her soft flesh.

Marika, help him. He was a disciplined man, but even his self-control had limits.

“No,” he managed, only a little shaky. He closed his eyes, determined to remain still. She nuzzled even closer, tightening her own grip on him. His hands curled further around her waist, utterly disregarding his panicked mind’s rebuke.

“Are you going to sleep?” she asked, clearly on the verge herself.

“Only if you wake me when you go,” he murmured.

There was a silence long enough that he thought her asleep already. Then, softly, “I will.”

[whitemaskedvarre-hoarde]

I've reposted this artists work alot, but i can't help it, their sorcerer Rogier and white faced/masked Varré elden ring fanart renditions are soooo good 😍😫🙌