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Yandere Elden Ring x Dream Reader Concept
This is different from my original concept here. This is more of an Isekai concept, please tell me what you think about this and feel free to request stuff based on this concept.
This is subject to change as I understand more about the timeline, so just keep that in mind.
Ever since you were young, you've always had trouble sleeping. Dreams were too common for you, too confusing for your young mind. Your parents always tried to help, going to sleep doctors and analysts, getting medication prescribed, even waiting with you by your bed until you finally fall asleep. It was all quick solutions to a deeper problem and as you grew, you started to think there was no solution at all. But eventually you had to sleep. Your body would become exhausted, and one way or another you'd find yourself drifting off.
Waking up was also a struggle. It always felt like you were fighting against something whenever you awoke. Usually, it was your body straining for more sleep. But this time, you could tell it was different. You were floaty and unaware of your surroundings, but in the distance was a figure, soft and far away, but clearly there. You tried your hardest to move, your body straining as you got up. Eventually, you reach an impasse, like an invisible wall preventing you from moving further, but luckily the figure seems to notice you.
The figure, who you recognize as a boy, moves towards you, but reaches the same impasse as you. It was strange, his presence was overwhelming, but he seemed more calm than you. "Who are you?" He asked, but you couldn't respond, you weren't able to. But somehow he understood your plight. "Come with me, dear dreamer" and in a second, everything became heavy and quiet, and you were falling back asleep.
When you awoke for the second time, you were not in your bed, but someplace unfamiliar entirely. The bed you were in was soft, and much, much larger than the one in your own bedroom. It was cold, but the blankets helped keep you warm. "You're finally awake." It was that voice again, calm and delicate. He, and a strange looking woman were standing in the room watching as you fumble.
"Am I dreaming?" You ask, and the boy smiles.
"No, dear dreamer, you are awake." He replied, and for some reason that made you more nervous. It meant you were somewhere else, with people you don't know, they must've been wrong. This was just your mind playing tricks on you like always. But regardless, you had no other choice but to go along with them.
Miquella, as you came to know him, was gracious enough to let you stay with him and his sister Malenia in his home which he called his Haligtree. It was a harsh adjustment, but one you understood as a necessity since this world seemed much more primeval than yours. But Miquella, ever patient, was there to teach you everything, especially about your status as a "dreamer." He said you were connected in a way, being able to travel into each other's dreams and invade their realms. That's how you ended up here, in what Miquella called the Land's Between.
It was confusing, and to be honest you didn't understand most of it, but a part of you believed that Miquella just wanted someone to relate to, he was probably lonely, even though he had his sister. Speaking of which, was a very nice, albeit somewhat awkward person. She was short spoken, and curt towards most who weren't her brother, but she was kind to you. She usually was very distant, being born with an illness called Rot that ate away at her. When she wasn't keeping her distance from you, she was telling you stories of her battles with a small smile on her face. You could tell the siblings like having someone else around.
Miquella, in contrast to his twin, was very curious, about you, about your world, about your powers, simply about you in general. It was strange having attention on you, especially when it was someone like Miquella focusing on you. He was kind, but there was a mystery to him that made it even more interesting. He didn't tend to talk about himself often though, so there was not much you could draw from him. You knew he cared for his sister, and that he was working tirelessly to cure their curses, his of which he only explained a few times in passing. Other than that, Miquella was a mystery to you, and for what reasons you'd never know.
For a while, everything was great with the twins. Until after what felt like a week, when Miquella said that you and his sister would be traveling to go see his mother and father. You didn't realize how much you didn't want to leave until you were forced to do so. Miquella wanted to keep the location of his Haligtree a secret, so much of your traveling was done covertly. When finally reaching the destination, you were shocked to see such a large city. Miquella seemed overall amused by your reaction to everything, but his demeanor changed when reaching the main castle.
You've never met someone as intimidating as Marika and Radagon. They both had this extreme force to them that made it impossible to look them in the eyes. However, they were strangely cordial to you and explained to you, alone might I add, that they knew you weren't of this realm, and that from now on you'd be staying with them. You didn't know how to react, but you knew you had no choice, no amount of arguing from Miquella or Malenia would change their mind.
Eventually, the siblings had to leave, as Malenia's sickness was getting worse. You were struck with terrible sadness, but you couldn't focus on it for long, as you were stuck by either Marika's or Radagon's side at all times. Learning about them and their status in the world, and learning that they and their children, including the two who you spend weeks with, were gods was shocking to say the least. It definitely changed your perception on the two,
Marika and Radagon, while overwhelming, were nice enough. You stayed in a beautiful room in their castle, were gifted clothing and jewelry to match the setting, you truly felt a part of this world, almost like you were losing yourself. Marika specifically spent most of her time teaching you histories of her and her children, of the greater will and its strength. She took no interest in your world or its customs, unlike Radagon, who seemed interested enough, though that might be a facade to keep you from losing interest in him, at least that's what you assumed.
Their other children, more correctly Radagon's children from his first marriage, were definitely characters. They were all pretty quiet, and kept to themselves for the most part. Ranni, his daughter, gave you a weird feeling, something you couldn't describe but keep to yourself either way. Radahn was quiet, but driven like his father, in whom he idolized. Contrary to his brutish behavior, he was smart, and when he did speak to you he spoke of the gravity magic he took an interest in. You tried your best to stay away from Rykard, who was mean and ruthless, often berating you for invading their family. Luckily, he wasn't in Leyndell often, so you were able to avoid him most of the time.
Your time in Leyndell was making you homesick, and tired. It got to the point where you couldn't get out of bed. It worried Marika and Radagon to an extent, but you were usually left up to your own devices. It was getting harder by the day to stay awake and moving and so eventually, you stopped. You closed your eyes and slept, and when you awoke, you were back in your room.
It must've been a dream.
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A/n: hope you enjoy, please request anything for this concept.
#yandere x reader#soft yandere#platonic yandere#elden ring#elden ring x reader#yandere elden ring#elden ring godwyn#elden ring radagon#platonic yandere elden ring#godfrey the first elden lord
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Yandere Blaidd The Half Wolf
¡Well well well! What do we have here? A 10-foot werewolf with a heart of gold and the attitude of an edgy young man. And isn't there a single person who makes fics about him? eeehhhh, we have to fix that honey.
You met the half-wolf while you were pulling aquatic plants from the bottom of the lake for your concoctions and potions. You found him dirty and injured at the bottom of the waterfall where you took your baths at night. The half-wolf had the appearance of an abandoned animal. At first you thought it was dead, but you noticed a pulse and a heavy, short breath.
Blaidd is tall as an oak tree, wears massive armor and always carries his trusty greatsword with him. So you can imagine how difficult it was for you to move this good boy to your house. I mean, he probably weights at least 400 pounds.
Once in your home, you weren't entirely sure what to do with him, or his giant armor. You clearly didn't have enough strength to lift him onto the bed, and to be honest, your bed didn't seem strong enough to hold blaidd's weight.
Sooo, you stripped him of his giant armor and left him with a blanket by the fire.
It took blaidd four days to wake up. In that time, you did your best to care for Blaidd. You clean him, keep him warm, feed him and treat his wounds.
When he finally woke up you did your best to try to talk to him. But, the half- wolf just curled up and cried by the fire like a dog that loses its master. Blaidd's words were short, but they all had in common the whisper of a name you didn't recognise.
After three weeks of taking care of him. Blaidd looked so much healthier. But, he still refused to speak most of the times and always seemed to look at you with a tenderness and sadness that broke your heart.
As the four weeks passed, Blaidd began to engage in small conversations with you. He thanked you every time you fed him, and, before you know it, he started to asked you more and more about your private life. He seemed to want to know everything about you, every little detail seemed to be the most interesting thing for Blaidd.
After six weeks, the half wolf was already walking from one side to the other helping you with everything. Do you need help carrying a box full of absolutely nothing? Of course not, but that means nothing to Blaidd. Before you know it, the half wolf was following around like your own shadow.
And, before you know it, blaidd decided to follow you to one of your late-night showers in the river, thing that made you feel uncomfortable... But his wounded puppy expression made you change your mind and just let him follow you around.
As Blaidd and you arrived at the waterfall where your found him, his personality changed radically. He seemed to be afraid that even the smallest and most fragile blade would hurt you. Almost as if a thousand unseen assassins would leap out of the shadows if Blaidd took his eyes off you. You approached the crystal clear water and, in an attempt to ignore the constant warnings of the half-wolf, you took off your boots to wipe your feet.
Blaidd stood by the edge, from a safe distance. Blaidd clearly seemed not to like the idea of taking a bath. As you wiped your feet in the moonlight you gave the half-wolf an accusing look. Your look said: "Are you planning to stay and watch?". Which seemed to annoy him a bit, but after a "Stare-Combat", Blaidd gave up.
"I'll go for a walk, I need to make sure no one comes snooping around while you take your clothes off" Blaidd said with a more authoritative tone than he had ever used before. You responded to Blaidd with a confused and shy nod. And before you even knew it, Blaidd was gone (Which made you feel relieved).
You felt a strange weight on your conscience for being relieved to see Blaidd leave. "He doesn't do it with bad intentions, he's just worried…" you thought as you proceeded to remove your mud-darkened rags. You left your belongings on the shore and proceeded into the depths of the lake. The sound of the waterfall calmed you, for a moment you forgot about Blaidd and his injuries. Now you were just the crazy person who lived in the forest as a hermit, you felt a relaxation and a satisfaction that you had not felt in weeks. Exactly since you dragged the half wolf to your home.
You were so relaxed that you were unable to hear the strange man enter the lake. Like the stealthiest of all snakes the bandit approached with a smart and methodical step, he seemed to want to make sure you didn't hear him, clearly he wanted something more than just your life…
In a fleeting moment, you felt the vibration of the water next to you, and you were able to distinguish the strange figure raising a rusty dagger towards you. But, at the same time that you noticed the figure, you also noticed the giant wolf grab him by the throat, with his claws as sharp as the most lethal of all spears, he tore part of the man's face, and, with a savage movement, he bit the man's neck, causing it to rattle like a weak twig.
In the blink of an eye, next to you, lay the floating corpse of a man you had never seen before in your life. His blood stained the crystalline property of the lake you loved so much. Blaidd's eyes looked at you with an accusing gaze. But, eventually his gaze faded into an expression of compassion and concern. The half wolf approached you, ignoring the corpse of the man floating right at him.
Your legs trembled and tears fell from your eyes like a waterfall. The half wolf brought one of its blood-stained claws close to your face in an attempt to remove the tears from your eyes. With a clumsy movement, you moved away from Blaidd as best you could, managing only to fall on your ass as the sound of the waterfall deafened your attempts to scream and the water made sure you didn't get very far.
Blaidd grabbed one of your legs, digging one of his claws into your foot. You screamed like a pig about to be slaughtered. And, with impressive strength, Blaidd pulled you close, bringing you face to face with him. The half-wolf seemed to be in a trance, his face and muzzle tinged with crimson red. And without a word, he proceeded to pull you out of the lake, ignoring your nakedness. You screamed as loud as you could, but the only ones in that place able to hear you were Blaidd, the dead man and you.
You slapped his back, demanding that he put you down. And, without any emotion in his raspy tone of voice, he replied, "I told you it wasn't safe to come out… but don't worry. You'll be safe now, Y/N. No one will hurt you as long as I protect you." Soon, the forest enveloped your screams, as your giant and fierce protector dragged you into the darkness of the woods.
#Yandere blaidd#yandere werewolf#yandere exophilia#yandere monster#yandere male#male yandere#yandere elden ring#yandere teratophilia
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Yandere Elden Ring x reader Concept
This has been in my drafts since June so I'm posting it now, so I no longer have to look at it.
Also, I tried with the old English, okay? Cut me some slack.
Edit from the future: check out this blog for more Elden ring stuff @whitewitchqueen
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Your mother always called you a dreamer, your head in the clouds, to distracted to really be aware of the world around you. How could you? War ravaged the Lands Between, and your life with your mother was not exactly the best.
You were extremely poor, and your mother was afflicted with the scarlet rot. As you aged, your mothers condition got worse, until she was immobilized, blinded by the rot that was killing her. From dusk till dawn, your mother groaned and begged for death, but it never came.
You mother wasn't alone in her suffering. You, a young twelve-year-old, was racked with quilt for your mother. After she became bedridden, you took on her work, and attempted to help subside the pain. No matter how much you worked, she only continued to get worse. It didn't help that whenever you went to sleep, your mind was filled with dark thoughts that made you sick. Kill her, they said, kill her and you will be free.
You never listened though and continued to take care of your dying mother. Eventually, your mother grew unresponsive, but thankfully still breathing. During this time, the voices and dreams became worse, now they were ragging on during the day, filling you with dread. They were often urging you to murder your mother, but on rare occasions, they were filling your head with visions, nothing concrete, just jumbles of colors and indistinguishable words, but it didn't help with your concentration.
It was a cold night when your mother died. It wasn't sudden or dramatic, she was simply gone. You didn't feel any pain, never cursing the world for taking her from you. You were simply happy her soul would be welcomed into the Erdtree. Her death did rattle you though. For so long, your life revolved around her, and now she was gone, and you don't know how to continue without her.
You finally allow yourself to cry when you bury her in a simple grave right outside the shack you called a home. You fell to your knees, tears racking your body as you hold yourself tight to find some sense of comfort. Your there for a while before you lay your body down on the grave, your nose runny and face wet as you cry quietly to sleep.
You didn't know where you were when you awoke. Wait, you weren't awake, you were dreaming. Your body felt strangely light and warm, but everything around you felt so real. You felt someone else's presence around you, calling out to them with a small hello. There was no response, but the strange feeling didn't go away, in fact it only got stronger, the warmth nearly consuming you. The light around you was blinding, practically burning you as you pushed yourself to wake up.
You were breathless when you actually awake, sweat rolling down your face. It's morning, and your covered in dirt. However, what's more concerning are the small burns on your arms. It filled you with confusion, but you past it off as old scars. As you slowly stand up with a small wobble, you gaze at the world around you. You sigh, as you fully take in your situation. Your mother, the only person you ever had, is dead, and you are alone.
You walk back into your home, your face expressionless and unmoving. The house is eerily quiet now that it is devoid of the painful moaning of your mother. You trudge to your room, jumping when you come face to face with a doll. Its skin was a light shade of blue and it was wearing mages clothing. It doesn't move at the sight of few, but the sight of it is enough of a worry. You move slowly towards it, picking it up, you move it around to inspect it, dropping in surprise when it speaks.
"Thou dreamer, who are you?" The doll's mouth doesn't move, but the feminine voice surrounds you completely. You don't answer, too fearful to open your mouth. "It does not matter." You hear her say. "Tell me, how does thou enter the land of dreams?"
"I don't know." You whisper, the doll remaining motionless. "Sad." The voice says, going quiet for a minute. "Find me, dreamer." It finally says, "At the Belfries in Liurnia." The voice finishes before the doll disappears in a blue light. Liurnia? Liurnia was days away from your home, you couldn't possibly make it there. You shake off the voice as some strange dream, moving to change into some less dirty clothes. You planned on traveling into the Capital to look for better work, now that you were supporting yourself.
Leyndell was much busier than usual, Queen Marika marriage to the Champion Radagon causing people all around the Lands Between to travel to the Capital. Merchants, finger readers, even worriers, they were all gathered at the Golden Captial. But for you, it felt like eyes were constantly on you. You felt paranoid, scared, and you desperately missed your mother. But you barely got the chance to take a breath before the sound of cheering enveloped your senses, completely overwhelming you.
From a distance, you could see a glimpse of blond. It was brief, only for a moment, but it was enough to get the crowd around you to start singing praises again. It was loud, so, so loud. You head was spinning, and in middle of Lyndell Capital, you fell unconscious.
The way you felt in your dream can only be described as motherly. Worm hands enveloping you from all directions, you felt safe. You wanted to pull the feeling inside of you and never let it go. The feeling made you miss your mother, causing tears to roll down your face like you were a baby again. In an instant, you awoke, the heat of the tears still stuck to your face.
"Oh, my poor, sweet child." There that feeling was again, that warm, motherly feeling. It felt like sweet honey, it filled you with glee. But as you turned your head to look at the voice, the glee was replaced by dread. All-consuming dread as Queen Markia the Eternal carefully stroked your tear covered cheeks, comfort and kindness echoing in her voice. You wanted to back away, but her presence was like a magnet, pulling you in.
Before you even spoke, the Queen beat you too it. "You don't have to worry, my dear. For I will keep you safe. Stay with me." With every stroke of her fingers, you were drawn back into the corners of your mind. The last bits of your consciousness knew she was messing with you, with your memories, with your mind. As her grip slowly got tighter you could feel yourself slipping away, until eventually, you were a shell of yourself. Ready to be molded by the Queen herself, and whatever other forces may be.
You awake suffering no dreams, no dark premonitions. It was a peaceful awakening. But everything around you felt off. The room you were in was vast, the bed was too comfortable, the clothing on your back was soft, you felt different.
Your body moved on its own, towards an unknown destination only your legs knew. You wanted to stop, but it was like your mind was separate from your body. You couldn't make decisions for yourself. Eventually, you stopped in front of an elaborate door, for what reason you knew not. You slowly brought your hand towards its intricate carving, the door opening before you could make contact. "My child, you're awake." The Queen knelt down, grasping your hands, "It is wonderful to see you again." You shake your head, nearly entranced by the golden glow in her eyes.
"Who are you?" Your words were airy, scared even. "Where am I?" The Queen smiled at you, not faced by your questions.
"Oh, my dear dreamer." Her words were bright and warm. "You are finally home." You don't question her further, your mind swarming too fast for you to properly think. "Come now, your father would like to see you."
Dreamer. You've heard that before.
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A/n: I needed to get this out of my drafts, sorry if this sucks.
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How about yandere radagon? He's devoted toward the golden order but he's feeling toward you make him feel something finally he have something to call his own after everything with rennala not even marina or the greater will can stop him
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ i literally stewed over this ask and had it answered four times but deleted each because it didn't feel right but this. this is it. this is finally where i receive relief (i'm going to think about yandere radagon for the next week now)
warning: this goes into spoiler territory for elden ring
♡ it's not that Radagon sees you as a distraction or 'other' from the Golden Order, rather that you are a gift.
♡ finally, finally, his dedication and will has been rewarded. he has gone through trials enough, and you are his prize.
♡ you were tarnished, before the shattering, and you had very little ambition to do much aside from explore how beautiful the Lands Between were.
♡ you were wandering the Altus Plateau, trying to see if you could get into the golden city of Leyndell. you had a horse you rode, a firm friend, and were happy as you were.
♡ and Radagon had seen you from afar-a situation akin to King David spying on Bathsheba from the roof.
♡ he was so far above everything, and there you were, in the dirt, talking to some soldiers who were helping guard the perimeter.
♡ and like a blade to the heart, he was swept off his feet.
♡ you were sweet but proud and with a noble heart. Marika didn't have that. you held respect for those around you. Marika didn't do that. you were from the soil of the earth, rich and regal. Marika wasn't like that.
♡ he refused to let Marika catch wind of his infatuation with you. unfortunately, he was one of the few that had such daily connection with Marika, and he knew it was only a matter of time. what could he do?
♡ he and Marika sharing a body was like Leyndell's worst kept secret, considering how the nobles whispered, and considering how Radagon and Marika were never seen in the same place.
♡ was he proud that he was moving onto his third partner? no. but you were just so different. his marriage to Marika was out of necessity, and Rennala was a sort of 'heat of the moment' situation.
♡ this time, he knew he meant it, and he knew he meant to stay.
♡ when he first spoke to you, you didn't even know who he was.
♡ you were back on the outskirts of Leyndell, picking up materials and talking to the locals.
♡ when Radagon appeared, they bowed. but you didn't seem to quite get the cue, and instead, you gave him a wildly enthusiastic wave.
♡ he already knew he was in love with you. but your naiveté was just too cute. how could you not know you were being so casual with a god?
♡ you were simply delightful.
♡ people noticed how he treated you different from anyone else, even his own children.
♡ he regarded you with a sort of gentleness and inquisitiveness that struck them as off. what about Marika? why does he not do these things with Marika?
♡ oh, and Marika knows. and she seethes at the idea that Radagon was being snatched away, like how she did to Rennala. what's worse is the humiliation.
♡ everyone in Leyndell knows before you even step foot inside the city itself. everyone knows about Radagon's little plaything that's a bit too dumb and a bit too handsome and quite honestly shouldn't be in Leyndell, but there they are, chatting away with the redheaded god like it's another day.
♡ and the whispering is so so much, and Radagon pretends not to hear because you are his reward. nothing can go wrong if the Golden Order has picked you out for him.
♡ this is not something that the Golden Order owns; you are his, entirely and completely.
#⋆˙⟡♡✧˖° elden ring#radagon x reader#yandere radagon x reader#radagon elden ring#anonymous asks (per)
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Yandere Rennala
Plot Summery: General headcanons for Rennala of Caria, Queen of The Full Moon.
This Contains: Yandere themes and unhealthy mindset, manipulation, and non-consent to body modification. Not proof-read.
Note(s): I'm not too sure on this one. I'm not sure if I grasp her character correctly, but I love Rennala and wanted to do something with her. I'll definitely rewrite this in the future of i need, especially once the DLC out.
On a side note, requests are on the way! May just take a while ^^"
Rennala is a dependent, obsessive, and heavily delusional yandere. She needs you, likely more then you need her, and she won't let you go. Not for a second. Not for anything.
Pre-Radagon Rennala is a fierce and great leader, and has her mind in the right place. She's far more respecting of your personal space and needs, but is very obviously in love with you and will dote quite a lot. If you knew her in her youth, no doubt you were the first she presented her Full Moon to.
Post-Radagon Rennala is a different case entirely. She's incredibly delusional and believes you two are meant to be, and never to part. She'll smother in affection wether you want it or not.
She's very obsessive over you and your life, constantly asking questions and wanting to know everything about you. She means no malice in doing this, she's genuinely just curious and wants to know everything she can about her beloved. It's been so long since she's talked with another person, especially someone who has captured her heart like this.
As stated before, Rennala is a broken woman and is heavily dependent on you. So it's possible for you to manipulate her in any way you want. She'll take your word as gospel and never doubt it, she'll believe anything you say to her. Whatever you say and do is the right way, and anything that contradicts it is quickly lost in her lunacy.
Rennala's pitiful state is capable of garnering heavy waves of pity and guilt, especially if you knew her before Radagon broke her. She'll crawl towards you, her legs no longer working, and hold onto you, begging you not to leave her. Don't leave her alone here. She can't survive without you. Please. She needs you to care for her, to love her, to hold her or let her hold you and whisper reassurances into her ears. She can't bare to be alone again, not after finding you. She cuddles your legs and stains you with her tears. It's hard to say no, but not impossible.
There's a very high chance Rennala may rebirth you, if that is what you wish. To be reborn again in the womb of her egg, and become a beautiful sweeting. Over time, the idea to rebirth you, even without your consent, is extremely tempting for her, especially if you don't have her great rune. To have you as a Sweeting at her side, completely dependent on her as she is to you, is alluring. Likely, she'll give in to her own selfish desires.
"Be not afeared, my beloved... I will hold you in my arms, forever.." She says, caressing your now smoothed features and glistening skin.
And as your memories fade into sweet, empty oblivion. You come to believe her affectionate words as truth.
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𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐑𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Yandere!Rarika who insisted on making you their consort. Well... 'insisted' is an understatement. More like forced. The ceremony was grand and befitting of your status.
Your wedding night was memorable. It was, admittedly, satisfying and... and primal. You barely had time to rest before Marika and Radagon took you again and again. It was like an endless competition to see who could make you cum first and/or the most, who could make you scream the loudest, and whose name fell from your lips like a prayer. You could hardly stand to walk the next day...
Yandere!Rarika who's constantly warring for your affections. You don't think you want to know the extent of it. Not really... or do you?
Marika is intensely jealous at the thought that Radagon spends more time with you. And he does, honestly, because her day is spent governing the Lands Between which leaves you two to your own devices and duties as Elden Lord(s) for the most part. Whenever she's free, however, your time is for her. And her alone. A pity you can't feel Radagon's displeasure the way she can. Good.
Radagon who makes sure that Marika can feel every aspect of you two's lovemaking. Yeah, you wouldn't have thought Radagon was capable of it but it seems like not a day goes by where he isn't fucking you senseless, claiming you like a man starved. He has you mewling, makes you quiver, and Marika seethes with rage at the way you scream his name so. And Radagon makes her feel everything without abandon, from the way you wrap your legs and arms around him to your delicious warmth...
You don't see the death glare they give each other after Marika sees the telltale signs of sex on your skin and in your demeanor. If looks could kill...
But Marika is not so above this, either. She practically recalls hearing him snarl in the recesses of her mind as you fell apart at the seams in her loving embrace.
Yandere!Rarika who will do whatever it takes to keep you close, to keep your eyes on them and them alone.
If there's one thing they can both agree on, it's the fact that none will slander or inflict harm upon you. There's a reason why Marika's subjects are silent in your presence, and Radagon has done his fair share of eliminating anyone and thing capable of tearing you away from them.
Yandere!Rarika who are convinced that you, mind, body, and spirit are theirs and theirs alone. Theirs to love. Theirs to cherish. Theirs to fight over. Theirs to fuck. Theirs to ruin.
#queen marika the eternal#radagon of the golden order#marika x reader x radagon#marika x reader#radagon x reader#elden ring x reader#elden ring#elden crack.#nsfw.#poly palooza.#yandere x reader#yandere
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Chat Log Name : Mixtober
Chat Log Description : basics of the event!
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Out of the Hands of Grace pt.2
Part One
Warnings: choking, depictions of violence, kidnapping, blood, mentions of character death, animal death, body horror, gore, Razor being creepy
Word count: 7.2k
Time passed, and Razor didn't return to the hold. It was just as he had told you, and yet it struck you as to how much time had gone by when you realized that a full month had passed and you hadn't seen him since he had last visited.
Even though he had been clear about that, you still worried for him.
Since this had begun, you had seen your fair share of Tarnished that had come and gone, leaving the hold and then never returning. Those who returned from the Lands Between brought back whispers of the fates that the fallen Tarnished had suffered; descriptions of various tortures, deaths and mutilations that you overheard and tried not to think about. You didn't want to imagine that something had happened to Razor, something that would cause him to not return.
If the man who must have been the strongest of all the Tarnished had fallen, then what hope did any of the others have of gathering the Great Runes?
Though those doubts were slowly eating away at you, you continued as though nothing was wrong, helping in the little ways you could with the Tarnished who came to you before the pull of grace guided them to retrieve the runes.
With Razor's absence, Kastro became a more frequent visitor of yours. Soon you found that you were able to recognize it when you heard Kastro approaching, and the two of you began to have conversations similar to the ones you would have with Razor when he would visit you.
There was guilt when you realized how much it felt like you were replacing Razor with Kastro, and it only reminded you further of the other Tarnished who had left and were never seen again. Could that really happen to Razor? Could he really be gone for good?
But as you reminded yourself time and time again, there was little that you could do for him outside of the hold. The most you were capable of doing was just hoping that he would be okay.
More time passed: certain Tarnished stopped coming back to the hold while new faces arrived, some of whom accepted your blessing while others were too distrusting to dare approach you. Kastro came by frequently with stories of what he had encountered in the Lands Between and occasionally brought you back small trinkets. One that he had brought back was a silver chain with a small orange gem that hung from it. It was a simple necklace, but one that you were fond of and you wore it virtually every day. And after a while, you managed to strike up a small friendship with the spirit tuning girl, Roderika, who evidently had been keeping her distance from you because she had felt intimidated by Razor.
That had been a little alarming, but not quite as alarming as when you learned that most in the hold knew to avoid your quarters if Razor was present. He had not been quite as kind to the others at the hold as he had to you, and some felt as though they would face danger if they were to get too close to you.
But as he had done nothing significant to any others, he was still allowed within the walls of the hold.
You weren't sure what to make of this new information. Based on those stories, it almost sounded as though Razor had an issue with jealousy. And the thought you had previously came back to mind, and you once more dismissed it.
That couldn't be right; Razor wasn't like that. And you weren't worth enough for someone to be jealous over you.
Although you still worried for Razor, it was nice to deepen your friendship with Kastro and make one with Roderika.
Your concern over his well-being ended nearly three months since the last time you had seen him.
Things had been slow in the hold when you had woken up. There didn't appear to be many in the hold so the noise level was considerably low, the most consistent sign of activity being the sound of a hammer on metal as the blacksmith continued forging weapons.
There had been no Tarnished in to see you as of yet, and your only guest had been Roderika who had asked to borrow one of your books so she had something to do in between her spirit tuning.
It was a surprisingly calm atmosphere during times like these.
Despite the lack of noise, you couldn't notice when someone entered the hold and made a beeline for your quarters. Either you had been too engrossed in your reading to hear him or he had taken care to not announce his presence too early.
Either way, you were startled when you glanced up at the doorway and found Razor to be standing there.
A mixture of emotions shot through you. You were relieved to see that he was safe, that the worst hadn't happened and he was still alive. And then you felt silly for thinking that he had perished and that your mind continued to dream up worst-case scenarios.
And you would've felt happy upon seeing him back had it not been for something else.
As he stood in the doorway, you were reminded of that time when the two of you had first met. The way his dark eyes looked made you feel vulnerable, and a nervousness began to take over you as the aura that surrounded him now was similar to like it was then.
But even with that, you pushed yourself to say something, forcing yourself to smile as you greeted him with “I'm glad to see you again, Razor.”
He smiled.
“I'm glad to see you, as well,” he replied.
Then he paused before asking “may I come in?”
“Of course,” you answered.
He seemed happy to enter your quarters again.
But the solemn air around him had yet to dissipate.
He stood in front of you, making no move to remove his armor. Clearly, he wanted to talk.
“I wish to apologize,” he said.
You blinked in surprise.
“For what?” you asked.
“For leaving so suddenly and for so long,” he said, “I know it distresses you when Tarnished do not return to the hold.”
“But that's why you told me you wouldn't be back, right? I wasn't worried.”
He was studying you closely when you said that, and you wondered if he could tell that you were lying.
“I'm glad you have faith in me,” said Razor.
You smiled in response. Things felt a bit more normal now, that aura that had surrounded him was now largely gone. Though not completely, and he was clearly still plagued by whatever problems were bothering him, it seemed that you were still able to put him at ease.
It felt as though things were going to return to what they had been; he would come to you in the hold, and you would use your magic on him to help.
Although after what you had heard about him, you might ask him to not be mean to Roderika.
Then his gaze went down to your necklace.
“That's new,” he said.
“Oh, it's something Kastro got for me.”
Immediately, it seemed as though you'd made a mistake in telling him that, as the small smile on his lips vanished and Razor looked down at you coldly again.
Why would he be so upset over Kastro?
“You've seen that man often, then,” he stated.
“I suppose,” you said, “like everyone else, he's trying to gather up the runes so as to fix things. But that takes a lot out of people.”
“Mm.”
This was going badly, and your palms began to sweat as you continued. You needed to divert the conversation in a different direction.
“You must have been traveling a lot since I last saw you. Has that been what was keeping you from coming back to the hold?” you then asked.
“Not completely. There have been other matters that I needed to attend to.”
“Ah, gathering more runes?”
“Among other things.”
The coldness of his answers didn't do much to settle your nerves. In fact, it only served to increase them the longer this conversation continued, the longer he stared at you like that.
Was this what Roderika and the others saw when they looked at Razor? Had he just been hiding it from you, or were you so blind that you simply hadn't noticed it before now?
You tried to avoid thinking about that as you spoke with him more in the hopes that he would engage in the conversation.
“What sort of places have you been to, then?” you asked, “I've heard some of the others speaking about a manor that was built on a volcano. Have you seen-”
“There was something else,” he interrupted.
It wasn't like him to stop you mid-sentence, and you stayed quiet as he continued with “there's something else that I need to apologize to you for.”
“.... What?”
Instead of answering, Razor reached down to place his hands around your neck, the armor making shivers run down your spine as the metal made contact with your skin.
For the first time since you had met him, you felt fear as you gazed up at Razor.
But even as the fear began to creep into your system, you tried ignore it.
“Razor,” you began, “I'm not sure what you're doing, but-”
The armor around you was suddenly tighter as he fully gripped your neck.
And then he began to squeeze.
Too late you had realized what was going on. You were gasping for air as you tried to pry his hands off of your neck. Razor responded by shoving you down onto the bed, leaning over you and easily keeping you in place as he choked you.
The room seemed like it was swirling around you as a darkness began to overtake you. Your attempts to get him off of you were pitiful. Grabbing at the guards on his wrists did nothing, and trying to pry off his hands was even more useless. Even now the strength in your arms was almost gone completely, and when you opened your mouth to beg for Razor to stop, no words could come out. All that came from you was an even smaller, sadder gasping sound.
Dark eyes looked down at your fallen form, his expression surprisingly cold while you silently begged him to stop this.
Why was he doing this?
Why did Razor want to kill you?
Then you heard a voice coming from just outside your room.
“What are you doing?!”
You were still awake enough to identify the voice as belonging to Kastro. But by then unconsciousness was winning, and you blacked out completely.
The last thing you remembered seeing was Razor glancing over his shoulder with a small smirk on his face.
Something was sticking into your back. Whatever it was, it was hard and uncomfortable and you could only assume that you had fallen asleep on top of something. But in that moment, you just wanted to sleep more, so instead of doing what would've been the more responsible thing and getting up to put whatever it was back in its place, you rolled over onto your side as you decided that you would put it back whenever you felt actually alive enough to get out of bed.
But when you turned onto your side, you were surprised at how hard the mattress was beneath the sheet you laid upon.
You had always done your best to count your blessings and be grateful for what you were given, but even if the bed that the hold had provided you wasn't necessarily the best, it had never been quite this harsh to sleep upon.
It was as though you were sleeping on stone.
That thought had you blearily opening your eyes, blinking a few times before your vision cleared and you looked at your surroundings.
You were in a room, about the same size as yours, though perhaps it was a bit smaller. The walls and floor were made of stone, and all over the room were tree roots, completely covering the ceiling as they cascaded down the stone surfaces and reached out to one another on the cold floor, as though they were intent on hiding the the stone within the small area entirely. The only bits of light that were available in the room came from cracks in the ceiling, stray beams of light that allowed you enough visibility to see that you were alone. Though it did appear as though there had been someone with you at some point, given the pack you saw sitting on the other side of the room. That, and the fact that you had been placed on what appeared to be a cloak.
When you reached over to where you had been laying earlier, you found that the thing that had been poking into your back appeared to be a raised tree root.
After waking, it was as though your body had decided that it was now the best time to let you become aware of all of the aches that were affecting you. Though someone had clearly tried to help by placing the cloak down for you, sleeping on such an uncomfortable surface would inevitably take some sort of toll, and you wondered how you had managed to get any sleep at all in this place.
….. Where was 'this place', and why were you here?
It was embarrassing that your mind was so slow to wake up, but once you realized that you were no longer in the hold, panic quickly took over you. What happened? Had the hold been attacked? Had you been captured? That didn't seem too likely, seeing as you hadn't been tied up. But then why were you here?
You took in a deep breath as you tried to calm yourself, doing your best to remember what had happened before all of this, what the last thing you could recall was.
…. You'd been in the hold. As was expected.
Roderika had borrowed one of your books, and after..... After you had waited. Waited for whatever Tarnished would enter the hold and give them your services if they wanted it.
And the Tarnished who had entered had been Razor.
Then it all came back: Razor had apologized for worrying you and you had assured him that everything was fine.
And then.....
What happened then?
Kastro had been there, too, as you felt that you had heard his voice recently. Though you didn't know why, you felt worried for him. As though he had been in some sort of danger.
Your hand went up to your throat when you thought of him, instinctively grabbing for the necklace.
But it was gone.
You were alerted to the sounds of a door creaking open and suddenly there was a lot more light in the room, coming from the top of a stairway that you hadn't initially noticed. The light soon vanished, replaced by the shadow of a figure as they began to descend.
The way the footsteps sounded on the stone stairway were unfamiliar to you, but when you heard the clinking of a chain that came with them, your mind immediately went to one person, and one person alone.
Your suspicions were proven correct when you saw Razor walking down the last few steps. He smiled at you when he saw that you were awake.
“Glad to see that you've woken up,” he said to you, “you've been asleep for much longer than I was anticipating. I was starting to worry.”
…. He was being remarkably nonchalant about this. That worried you a bit, but you did your best to ignore that as you forced yourself to ask him a question.
“Razor, where are we?”
Talking felt slightly difficult as there was a distinct ache in your throat, but you made yourself speak anyway.
“Beneath some ruins. I believe it was a church once,” he said.
Razor walked into the room, heading towards the spot where the pack had been left sitting. He was missing his cloak, you realized, and when you glanced down you saw that the cloak you had been resting on was his.
“.... Why are we not at the hold?” you then asked him.
He didn't answer you at first. He sat himself down on a bit of stone that was tall enough for him to use as a seat, and after pulling out a bit of cloth from his pack, he began to wipe down the morning star. It was bloody and seemed to have bits of flesh sticking to some of the spikes.
And though it was hard to be certain in this light, you thought you saw what appeared to be strands of white hair attached to the spikes.
While that wasn't something you hadn't seen before, this current situation had you being more unsettled by it than you had in the past, and the bad feeling that had been building up inside of you only continued to grow.
Those other times you had witnessed in while in the hold, and while it wasn't the most pleasant thing to see, you had some sense of ease in knowing that whatever creatures Razor would reduce to stains on his armor and weapons were far away from you. Unless the unthinkable happened and they managed to enter the hold, they couldn't get to you.
But now you were no longer in the hold, and you needed answers as to why.
“Razor,” you said when he didn't answer you.
“Razor,” you said again with a bit more force.
He was still cleaning his weapon when he finally answered.
“Because I took you.”
“Took me?”
You weren't sure what you were hearing. But there had to be a good reason for what he was doing, right?
“Why would you take me? Did something happen? Was the hold in danger?” you began asking.
You recalled the other person you remembered hearing before blacking out and asked “is Kastro alright?”
Upon hearing that name Razor frowned, and he placed the cloth and his weapon away before he looked back to you.
“I'd prefer it if you didn't bring up that name,” he said.
“What? Why?” you asked, “what happened, Razor? I don't understand.”
“I thought it would've been obvious when I said that I had taken you,” said Razor.
He sat up straighter then, and told you “I kidnapped you.”
Time seemed to slow a bit as you processed that information. Truthfully, after hearing him say that he had taken you, it had briefly crossed your mind that it had been a kidnapping. But it had just been so outlandish to you that you couldn't believe that it had been the case.
But now that he had flat-out admitted it, it was impossible to deny.
“.... Why don't I remember you doing that?” you asked.
“I decided it would be better if you weren't awake when I took you,” was the reply.
Upon hearing that, you felt a phantom grip around your neck, one that could've easily squeezed the life out of you. One of your hands went up to feel the skin of your throat.
“Don't worry; I doubt the bruising will last for very long,” he said to you.
“... Why..... Why did you do that?” you asked.
“Because seeing what I needed to do to take you from Roundtable Hold would've upset you,” he said, “I thought it would be better if you didn't need to carry around any guilt over what happened when I escaped with you.”
“But why? Why do this? Aside from the blessing, I'm useless! What reason is there to kidnap me?”
Razor gave you a small but wistful smile.
“Are you really so oblivious?” he asked, “you can't tell when someone is in love with you?”
It was silent in the room after he said that.
You weren't sure what to say. Or how to react to such a confession.
Those fleeting thoughts you had months earlier, when you were confronted with Razor's strange behavior, had turned out to be correct. But at the time you had called yourself silly and that you were thinking too highly of yourself.
But the behavior had made sense, even if you had been in denial over it. Razor had been jealous of the other Tarnished that would come to you, and seeing Kastro with you had caused him to act irrationally.
To the point that he had committed violence for your sake.
Maybe in another place, another time, his confession might have touched you, but it was hard to feel much joy from it after what he had also admitted to.
“Why kidnap me to tell me this?” you asked, “why kidnap me at all?”
“Are you saying you would've come with me willingly?”
“Of course not,” you said, “but we could've.... Worked out something. You didn't have to take me. It didn't have to be like this.”
“It did.”
“Why?”
Razor sighed a little.
“I did my best to be understanding of your situation,” Razor said, “it didn't make me happy to know that others were in that room with you, receiving your touch and making you waste your talents on them. But you were dedicated to your position, something that I respected, so I made myself tolerate it. For your sake.”
Razor's expression grew grim as he continued.
“But then I saw you that day with that man. His head on your lap while your arms were around him. And even after I left, it was all I could see. After that, I knew that letting you stay there was no longer an option.”
“.... Why..... Why do you get to decide that?” you asked.
“Because I want to protect you.
“I don't need your protection; I was safe at the hold. And Kastro isn't dangerous.”
“You don't know how the minds of men work,” he said, “and since you were oblivious to my feelings for you, it doesn't surprise me at all that you didn't recognize his feelings.”
“Kastro doesn't feel anything for me! There isn't anything between us!” you insisted.
His mouth twitched at that, one corner of his lips curling up into a small smirk as he looked at you.
“No, there certainly isn't anything now. I've made certain of that.”
You furrowed your brows in question as you asked “what do you mean by that?”
“His days in the Lands Between are over.”
The words he spoke were said with that same small smirk.
You thought of the strands of white hair you had seen on the spikes of his morning star, and the pieces were put together.
You were fearful again.
Kastro was gone, and Razor had been the one responsible. And the only reason he wasn't going into any more detail on that was because whatever decent part of him remained knew that you wouldn't take the information well. Just knowing that he was dead had you feeling ill.
Ill and fearful as to what would happen if you stayed with him any longer.
Standing up on shaking legs, you looked to him, then to the stairway that lead outside. And when you looked back to him you took in a deep breath as you steeled your resolve.
“I'm going back to Roundtable Hold. You don't get to keep me here,” you said.
His gaze went back to you as you said that, and that feeling of danger was in the air again as he sat there, watching you.
“.... Very well.”
That hadn't been the answer you were expecting, and Razor chuckled at you when he saw you blinking in surprise.
“If you want to go back that badly, then I'll let you go” he said, “find your own way to the hold if it means that much to you. After all, you said that you didn't need my protection, correct?”
…... That didn't seem right, especially not with his admissions of what he'd done to take you away from the hold. Was he lying and simply planned on jumping you the instant you turned your back to him? Or perhaps there was some sort of trap in place for you?
Despite your uncertainty, you made your way to the stairs, keeping your eyes on him as you did so. Razor didn't move; he just stayed seated while he watched as you reached the stairs and sprinted up to the door at the top.
The hinges of the door were very rusted and you needed to push your whole weight against its surface to open it, which cost you a few seconds. But even as you opened the door and took the remaining few steps to the surface, you didn't hear Razor coming after you.
Only when you reached the top step was when you were hit by a sudden realization:
In all of your time spent at the hold, you had never seen the outside. All of your time had been spent within the safety of the walls of Roundtable Hold, and as you were too weak to survive on your own, you never ventured out. You had no reason to.
Now you were outside and in the middle of a wilderness that you didn't recognize.
The ruined structure you found yourself in did indeed resemble a church. The ceiling was completely gone, but enough of the walls remained, and the arched outlines of where windows indicated that it had been a place of worship at one point in time. The open entrance had the same shape of the windows, and just outside of the entryway stood a field. The grass was tall, but you could spot a few formations of rocks within the field, rounded at the tops and sitting in formations that almost resembled that of a crescent moon.
Beyond the rubble of the decaying building that the room had been built beneath were green plains, towering cliffs and lush forests. There were more ruins in the distance, great structures of stone that were laying on their sides, as though a great building had once stood but was now in pieces on the land below. And beyond all of that stood a giant tree, one that stood tall above everything else and glowed with a brilliant light that shown down upon where you stood despite how far away it was. All of this beneath a gray, cloudy sky.
The wind blew by you then, causing your clothing to flutter as it pushed through the stone ruins that surrounded you and out into a field that stood directly next to the fallen structure. And as you looked out in that direction, it only occurred to you then:
You had no idea how to get back to the hold. Where would you even begin in an attempt to return to it?
Hearing a noise from the room below you, you glanced behind you briefly. That must've been the reason as to why Razor wasn't concerned when you said you were going back; he knew that you didn't know where you were and that you would have no clue on how to return to the hold. No doubt he was going to come up those stairs to taunt you with that fact.
Despite not knowing anything about your surroundings, you didn't want to give him that satisfaction. So you began to walk, moving away from the stone steps and heading towards the end of the structure, where mostly still intact the entryway stood.
You walking forward had disturbed another who was using the building as a temporary shelter. Just before you reached the entrance, a small creature came rushing out from behind a smaller bit of fallen stone and made a beeline for the doorway. An animal, it seemed. You were inclined to call it a rabbit, but the tail was far too long for any rabbit you had seen before.
It was ultimately unimportant, and as it ran out through the entrance, you looked back up to the tree in the distance. Would it be worthwhile to travel there? Would you even find someone from the hold beneath the tree? It was worth it to try. And though it seemed like it would take some time to get there, maybe you'd be lucky and come across someone who could help you.
If any of the monsters of these lands came across you, they'd kill you. And while you knew that there were a great many of those things that wanted you dead, as long as you were smart and stayed in the shadows, you'd be able to avoid-
You heard the sound of movement coming from just outside the entrance.
Followed by the a squealing sound.
And when you looked towards the source of the noise you saw.....
A hand.
A giant hand that seemed as though it had sprung up from the ground beneath it, holding something tightly in its grasp.
It was the rabbit creature, you realized, as you saw the long tail sticking out through the giant fingers.
The rabbit continued to squeal, trying to squirm its way out as the hand gripped it tighter until you heard a sickening crunch, and then the squealing stopped as the tail of the creature went limp.
Witnessing that had shaken you, and you stood petrified at the doorway, uncertain of what to do. Where had this thing – the hand come from? There was nothing there earlier, only the rocks-
Rocks?
You looked around in the field again, at the rock formations that you had only briefly looked over earlier and realized that you had been mistaken: the rocks were actually the tips of the monsters fingers, and they were laying in wait for some unsuspecting creature to run out and step where they could grab them. It was no doubt what they would've done to you if the rabbit hadn't run out ahead of you.
Glancing over the field once more, you felt a pit form in your stomach when you realized just how many of those things were out there.
Instinct had you stepping back.
And that turned out to be the wrong thing to do, as the instant you did so, about a half dozen of those monsters sprung up. Giant, disembodied hands that used their fingers to run at you, all intent on squeezing out every ounce of your life.
You were going to die.
That seemed certain as those things rushed towards you at speeds that you knew you couldn't outrun. You were going to die and whatever remained of your corpse afterwards would be torn apart by scavengers or left to rot. Though you doubted that it would've done much, you cursed yourself for never taking any time to learn any sort of combat training or spells that could've protected you.
One of the hands was at the doorway while you backed away again-
And then there was an arm around your waist that pulled you back.
You looked over just in time to see Razor bringing his morning star down on the creature. Blood spurted from its flesh and it scurried away after, taking cover with the others that were now far more cautious.
Razor hummed to himself.
“That's quite a few that gathered out here,” he said.
He let you go, pushing you back towards the top of the steps.
“Go back down. I'll take care of this.”
Razor didn't wait for you to give any response to his order; he just dove headfirst into that horde of monsters with that smile of his still on his face.
You would normally be inclined to follow those instructions, but you remained there, still and stupefied by what you were witnessing.
You had known that he was powerful. Despite your lack of combat skills, you had been able to tell just by looking at him that he was strong, stronger than any of the others you had regular interaction with and possibly stronger than Gideon himself.
But it was something else to witness him in action, taking down the beasts that would've killed you within moments. Rolling away from their attacks while running in to batter at their flesh, leaving them more and more bloody with every hit he delivered until eventually they fell to the ground dead. He stomped down on the fingers of one creature hard enough that bent backwards until it broke, blood spurting out of the wound while the broken bones were visible.
And through all of this, Razor seemed to be enjoying himself.
There were only a few more of the hand beasts left when you heard a groan coming from the opposite direction, and it was accompanied vibrations that shook the ground and the structure around you. That was when you turned away to see what was causing all of that, and you were confronted with a creature even more monstrous than the hands.
A giant that stood taller than even Razor, with a wild mane of hair that resembled tree branches while brandishing a sword more than twice your size. The creature's skin seemed to be hugging tightly to its body, allowing you to clearly see its ribs and the bones in its arms. But what was most unsettling was its stomach that was hollowed out, as though everything that had been inside had been removed and all that was left was a clear indent that reached to its back.
And that thing was coming straight towards you.
You heard Razor's voice, this time shouting your name. When you made eye contact again, he sternly told you “go down. Now.”
This time you listened to him.
You rushed down the stone steps, slamming the door behind you before you entered the room. As you heard the sounds of fighting resume above you, you went back to the spot where you had awoken from, picking up Razor's cloak that was still on the floor and wrapping it around yourself as you sank down into the corner.
You were a fool to have thought that you could just walk out of here. That you could walk across these lands and find your way back to the hold. You hadn't even taken ten steps before something had been alerted to your presence, and you only survived because Razor didn't want you to die.
Something from above let out a horrible wailing sound and you felt the earth shake a bit more. The thought that you could end up being buried alive occurred to you, but you weren't willing to go back up to the surface.
Razor had told you to stay down here, and now that your survival was solely dependent on him, you were going to listen to him.
But what would you do if Razor died?
You tried not to think about that, telling yourself to have faith in Razor's strength and fighting abilities. He'd survived in this world for a long while now. He wouldn't die that easily.
And even if he did, that giant wouldn't be able to get to you. Not down here. Though you couldn't say the same for anything else that would be lurking up top. Anything that was smaller than that thing would have no issues breaking down the door.
It felt as though hours had passed as you sat down there, your knees pulled up to your chest while you held the cloak around you. All the while you listened to the sounds of battle above you before you heard the giant let out another great wail that was then followed by an even greater tremor than anything else before. It didn't seem like too much of a stretch to assume that it was the sound of the giant dying, but until Razor returned, you wouldn't be assuming anything.
But you turned out to be correct as Razor reentered the room not long after. Despite the remnants of the carnage left on his weapon and armor, he was just as laid-back as ever, smiling at you when he saw you huddled in the corner.
“I take it you no longer have any plans on walking back to the hold?” he asked.
He was mocking you. That's how it seemed to you, anyway. And although it was upsetting, you didn't answer him, choosing instead to bite your lip and look away from him.
“Don't be like that,” he said. He then walked to the root he'd been using as a chair earlier, sitting down in it as he said “it was a valuable lesson for you to learn.”
“What lesson? That I can't survive without you?” you asked bitterly.
“Exactly.”
The smile on his face as he said that was upsetting, though not as upsetting as the fact that he was absolutely right.
“So you just intend on dragging me with you through the Lands Between? And what will you do when you need to fight again? Stuff me into whatever hole is closest so you can fight without worrying about me?” you asked.
“If that's what needs to be done.”
“..... You're unbelievable.”
“It won't be forever. Just until we reach our destination,” Razor said.
“What destination?”
“You'll find out when we get there,” he told you, “and you'll be safe. I've made sure of it.”
“How are you so certain?” you asked.
“Because I've made the necessary preparations. You didn't think I would take you from the hold without a proper plan in place, did you?”
“I didn't think you'd take me at all,” you replied bitterly, “I didn't think you'd be the sort of person who would do that.”
He didn't reply to that. Nor did he seem especially bothered by it. He had no shame over the things he'd done and saw you being upset by it as only a temporary situation.
He went back to cleaning his weapon, telling you “it'll be dark soon. We'll spend the night in here.”
You didn't respond.
A period of time passed where neither of you spoke; evidently Razor was more concerned with cleaning the newly acquired blood and gore off of his weapon and armor.
But that changed when he was finished and he set his morning star aside before he looked back over to you.
“Come to me.”
Glancing back over, you saw that he was holding out his armored hand towards you, beckoning you to go over to him as he had told you.
Your response was to shake your head as you pulled the cloak tighter around yourself.
Razor kept his arm outstretched to you, but after a few moments passed with you staying firmly in that corner, his mood suddenly changed.
“I'm not interested in games at the moment,” he said.
“Come to me. Now.”
His tone was stern, and the look you saw in his dark eyes told you that there was something bad in store for you if you didn't do as he said.
Still clutching the cloak, you stood on shaky legs and began to walk towards him. He grabbed you once you were close enough, pulling you onto his lap and holding you tight. The edges of his armor were digging into you again, but you didn't say anything about it this time, simply letting him do as he pleased while you chose to sit there and take it.
Then he moved his mouth next to your ear, and you felt his breath hitting your skin as he asked “aren't you meant to hold me?”
At his prompting, you unfolded your arms and slowly wrapped them around his neck. The cloak fell from your shoulders as you did so.
You didn't feel as though you were in the right state of mind to perform the blessing; the stress and fear caused by the situation he had put you in made it impossible for you to take away any such emotions that were festering within him.
He didn't seem to mind, however, just seeming content to have you in his arms while he embraced you.
Razor buried his face in your hair while one of his hands stroked down your back, caressing your skin through the material of your clothing.
The strokes remained tame at first, but not long after you noticed a tugging at your clothing as his fingers attempted to undo the tie at the back.
That made you speak up again.
“Razor, please,” you begged, “not here.”
“Don't worry, I won't take things too far,” he told you, “I've seen what happens when a pair of foolish lovers attempt to have their trysts out in the wilderness, and I have no intention of allowing our first time together to be ruined because some monster overheard and decided to interrupt us.”
“But I would like to see my prize,” he added.
“Prize,” you repeated, the defeat in your tone obvious as you asked “is that all I am? Something to be taken and then thrown away once you've had enough of me?”
He paused.
“Were you not listening to me? I told you that I loved you, and I intend to keep you with me. Does that sound like someone who intends to throw you away?
“People lie,” you said.
“Perhaps. But I'm not.”
Razor picked up where he had left off in undoing the tie at your back as he continued “I'm taking you to a place where you will be safe, a place that I've been preparing for you over the past few months. I'll be able to leave you there without any worry of something happening to you while I'm gone. And instead of wasting your talent on the likes of those in Roundtable Hold, you will dedicate yourself to me, and me alone. And I will do the same for you.”
The neck of your top loosened slightly as he finally undid the knot.
“And when I become Elden Lord, you will still be by my side.”
He pulled you off so that you were no longer clinging to him but still kept you on his lap and pulled down your top, pulling it down to your waist so he could get a good look at your chest.
But his expression softened when he glanced back up to your face and saw that you had begun to tear up, and he leaned in to place a kiss to your forehead. Razor pulled you back in, his hand gently stroking over your hair as he whispered soft reassurances to you.
“It's fine. Let it out now,” he told you, “I promise that in time, you'll understand that all of this was a good thing.”
You couldn't imagine yourself ever thinking that, that you would ever agree that any of this was “good”.
But you kept those thoughts to yourself as you clung to Razor, still shuddering against him as he held you. Shuddering at the thought of this new fate, a new future that was now intertwined with that of Razor, your only means of survival in a world you didn't know, and what would be in store for you from here on out.
#reader insert#hxh razor#razor x reader#yandere razor#yandere#yandere hunter x hunter#yandere x reader#hxh#yandere hxh#elden ring au#my apologies to kastro fans
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Anyone who calls Varré yandere is incorrect. He is so obviously sadodere smh
#((ooc))#~sillypost~#((don't take this too seriously lmao))#((you know what this is going in the main tags. i deserve to be heard.))#white mask varré#white mask varre#white face varré#white face varre#((he's not so much possessive in his manipulative behavior as he is flat out mean))#elden ring#((mohg on the other hand is a classic yandere))#((ah crap forgot the emoji in my ooc tag))#🐙((ooc))#((there we go))
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I just found a new vice needa be saved
I been up 5 days numbing my pain
Clearing my mind, Like The Sun for the rain
Losing my mind, just tryna stay sane, oh
- Amir Obè, Bloodshot
He remembers it, the day the light in his mother's eyes died, the day Radagon walked away and never looked back.
She told him once that he'd know true love, that he'd know completion.
She never told him he'd know desolation as well.
The trinket, a tiny wooden horse, sits pristine in his palm, too small for his large hands and too perfect for anything except for the comfort of your bed chamber.
The bed chamber you once shared with him. The bed chamber where you both found respite in each other's arms, where he could be the Starscourge no longer. Where he was simply Radahn the man.
The bed chamber where he was yours... and you were his.
It's funny, isn't it? It's all so funny, the now empty promise he made to be by your side always, the vow he made to never be like his father, and yet here he was, a coward, a fool, raising his sword in the name of a 'god' who cared not for its people beyond their usefulness in spreading its gospel.
The same gospel that destroyed his mother.
The same gospel that destroyed you.
It's funny, isn't it? It's all so funny, the way history has repeated itself; you've been discarded, you've lived beyond your usefulness, your purpose was served long ago. The Greater Will had no use for you and he was forced to leave, made to dedicate his entirety to a woman who wouldn't know love and completion if it looked her in the face, and what a coward he was, a fool for adhering to this, for leaving you the same way Radagon left his mother.
The trinket, a tiny wooden horse, sits pristine in his palm, too small for his large hands and too perfect for anything except for the comfort of your bed chamber.
The bed chamber that is cold and lonely. The bed chamber where he cannot sleep, where he is Radahn no longer.
The bed chamber where he was yours... and you were once his.
He stares at the wooden horse, a gift to commemorate your beloved bond with Leonard. He stares and sees it for the first time, the crack that runs up one of its back legs.
He sees it, that which is pristine no longer, and his heart shatters.
He had known true love and experienced completion.
He remembers it, the day the light in your eyes died, the day he walked away and never looked back.
He remembers it... because the light died in his eyes as well.
And he's never hated the Golden Order more.
#starscourge radahn#radahn x reader#elden ring#crackcanon.#elden crack.#songspiration fic!#the beginnings of yandere radahn perhaps?#mcdahnolds. i'm fuckin' lovin' it.
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Just some brainrot question for the night: what if Miquella successfully lift this eternal youth curse after he awaken from the cocoon (with similar look like pre-death Godwyn) but thanks to ol'Mohg blood he became sort of yandere guy for the Tarnished? He also want the Tarnished for himself as he saw their potential
Thats for the night guys
#miquella the unalloyed#elden ring#elden ring miquella#mogh lord#malenia blade of miquella#yandere#miquella's haligtree#tarnished#brainrot#what happen#elden ring mohg
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I like to imagine that the Greater Will really doesn't like reader due to the influence they have over Marika and the demigods, which would help further disillusion some of them with the Greater Will. Imagine Marika pleading reader's case to them and actually managing to get a shadow for the reader, only for that shadow to then turn around and try to kill them. I think it'd be a good catalyst for some of the characters' further disillusionment.
I think this makes more senes then the greater will just excepting reader,
Like Marika wants to assimilate reader into their culture and practices, so connecting them to the Greater Will is something she works hard to do. But of course, they're able to recognize reader as not one of Marika's own, and reject them. Like it doesn't matter what Marika tries to do, the Two Fingers never respond to reader.
In a way this would be reassuring to reader, because now they don't have to worry about something else tying them to this land. But I could also see reader becoming more cautious, because now they know that the outer gods don't want them in the Lands Between.
#platonic yandere#soft yandere#yandere x reader#elden ring#elden ring x reader#yandere elden ring#platonic yandere elden ring
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White Mask Varré from Elden Ring is a yandere!
Requested by @syphabelnyades!
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You’re actually right in that it makes most sense for Miquella to be the first to meet you, and frankly I think he’d be the first impression you’d have for the people of the lands between (even though that doesn’t turn out to be true at a later date which is funny). He’s quick to deduce you’re not a threat, just someone who happens to share the same dream space like him. The first person he’d introduce you to is his sister, then his family follows. Connecting this to the other world reader would mean he’s fascinated about what you may have from your world— he strikes me as a curious man, so he’d have some questions. Who knows? You may have an answer or find another alternative for the scarlet rot or his own curse with him, it’s good to have someone outside of the box after all.
Alternatively when you meet Marika and Radagon it’s a bit of a riot, you’re too /casual/, albeit maybe a little awkward but whatever scolding you may receive from their subjects is quickly shut down by Marika with a stern glare. Marika like you said in the earlier idea may want to pry into how you’re able to do the things you do (enter their dreams, and even access their world) and being disappointed to find you don’t know, but it’s alright, she’s patient, that’s an answer she will know in time. Radagon, while the more quiet side of her, is equally entranced by you. I think he somehow secretly likes and doesn’t mind that he’s treated casually by someone who doesn’t know the weight of their statuses, that’s /fine/, at least you are someone he can speak with on equal terms aside from Marika. Even better when he can be a bit more frank with you too.
Miquella does seem like a very curious person, and honestly, he's pretty chill. Like after meeting him reader just assumes this world isn't all that bad, even when they meet Malenia they don't really have a reason to think anything bad of this world.
But when reader meets the others it's such a dramatic difference that I think it would take them a long time to get used to. Marika and Radagon are strange, nothing like their children. With Marika trying to understand readers powers and Radagon attempting to bond with reader it's no wonder why the wish to leave so badly.
#yandere x reader#soft yandere#platonic yandere#elden ring x reader#elden ring#platonic yandere elden ring#yandere elden ring
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I love your yandere godwyn hc I just want to share some brainrot that I have so after godwyn death he become prince of death right but it's not the end of it he's love, obsession and devotion for reader was so strong even after his supposed death , the corpse tremendously taint the root of erdtree almost reaching all the land in between. This tainting can be seen among the death and living creature shown by the deathroot and the face of the prince of death in their body once it's visible enough his subconscious started to control all this being like a zombie hunting, searching hungrily , desperately but for who? It's his darling of course Tldr : godwyn was too much of a simple for reader even in death his still find a way to be together with you Also can you imagines godwyn using the death crab and basilisk to give reader some shiny peble or beautiful flower or controlling the skeleton undead to protect reader if one of them is destroyed he'll just use another undead to protect you the firstborn beloved
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ahh! the dedication!
this in fact reminded me i did not speak on what would happen of his darling, and after godwyn's death, and this offers me quite the opportunity.
godwyn using the undead to find his love once more is a beautiful idea. imagine...
simply wandering the wilds. the Lands Between have fallen so viciously, and nothing is safe. there is a strange hunter after you, D, for reasons you can't quite understand. where are the demigods that loved you so dear? where is godwyn? that golden sun? he was one of the few demigods that was not so twisted, so cruel. where is he? did he not swear to protect you, the last thing that was good and kind in the Lands Between, not torn by politics and divine loyalties?
but he was gone.
instead, you find strange hints. Creatures that go scuttling after you. Strange little crabs that would ordinarily bat around foolish Tarnished, but instead trail behind every step you make, with a half-familiar face upon their backs. when the strange hunter finds you, undead rip themselves from the earth and pry at his armour until he's overwhelmed. then, they regard you so gently. one reaches for your hair, to tuck it behind your ear. the other checks your arm for injury.
you are beloved by death, and it's not for some time that you find out why.
fia finds you. she revels in you. you may not be guided by grace, but she drags you to the Roundtable Hold, practically worshipping you. you, death's lover, what she so desperately has been trying to find. though she'd be honoured to bear Godwyn's Death-Mending rune, she knows he'd be so much gladder to have his beloved bear it. so she explains, the murder, the taint Ranni left.
and so, it becomes up to you. godwyn swears the rune will not kill you, not like it would any lesser Tarnished. you would be his lover as the Mist consumes, until the stars themselves burn out. what a lovely choice to make.
#message to the flock#anonymous asks (per)#⋆˙⟡♡✧˖° elden ring#godwyn x reader#yandere godwyn x reader
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About request's
if you came across my blog and decided to ask if I could write about your ideas (for which I am very grateful), this post should help you with what I can write about
Fandoms I am/was in:
BNHA
Dark Souls 1-3
Elden Ring
Sekiro
LoL (base game, k/d/a, e.t.c.)
Creepypasta
Brawlhalla
Demon slayer
JoJo Bizzare adventure
Overwatch
Helltaker
Apex legends
there are others that I forgot, just ask me about them
What I write and what I don't write
I write:
Yandere
Platonic
Under age reader (7-18)
Hc's
Oneshots (twoshots e.t.c)
male/female reader
fluff
I dont write:
nsfw
lemons
under age reader (0-7)
gore (only in high amount)
vore
things that don't seem morally right to me (e.g. young reader x dominant yandere offenderman)
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Request's are always open
if you think your idea is good just ask about it, i'm open to all your idea's (sorry for every grammar error)
#creepypasta#platonic#child reader#jojo#kny#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#Lol#league of legends#headcanon#male reader#female reader#yandere#overwatch#apex legends#dark souls#elden ring#sekiro#helltaker
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