tillie !! she + her & 19 . . . here to write both gn! and fem! reader x elden ring fics, as well as to just ramble and post about elden ring in general. requests are closed. i love saint trina and needle knight leda and never shut up about them ever.
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i only write elden ring / bloodborne x gn! or fem! reader on this account
i do headcanons or short stories, specify which one you'd like from me in your request :]
i'll also answer any anons regarding your specific ideas or headcanons! i made this account specifically to talk about those sort of things so i'd love to hear yours!
no nsfw/platonic requests, simply because i'm bad at them lol
hiyaaa its me i'm just starting a yan elden ring x reader and would like your opinion on it as a fellow elden ring fan
hello!! i read through the introduction post to your au — i think it’s a really great idea! i love spirt ashes and wish they had a bigger presence (like more info on how marika & roderika communicate with them, idk) so i’m excited to see what you do with the concept :] also, the reader being able to predict deaths has the potential to spice up a lot of stuff since this is pre-shattering! like, can they save godwyn?
anyway, thank you so much for sending me a message. good luck and happy writing!
where do you think Alfred would like to kiss his partner?
i definitely see him being super romantic with the hand kisses, maybe one's on the shoulder when you're busy doing something else? I really love this guy I might be projecting a teensy bit
♡ He loves to hug you from behind, peppering your cheek/neck with kisses until you decide to kiss him back
♡ Gives kisses on the hand often, he’s very gentleman-ly with his partner. He’ll trail those kisses up your arm if he’s feeling playful
♡ Forehead kisses are a daily occurrence. He gives you one when he wakes up in the morning and then another when he leaves to go hunting. He’s honestly more likely to kiss you on the forehead than the mouth
♡ It’s silly, but he blows you a kiss every time one of you has to part ways for the day
It's nice to see you posting again, have re-read your short stories for a long time even those on your AO3. Was also wondering if you are gonna post any new stories on your
Collection of Elden Ring Women/GN!Reader Oneshots on AO3?
(unsure if this is a bot or just a very, very new tumblr user </3)
assuming you're human though, thank you so much for reading!! it seriously means a lot to me that you'd re-read my posts from both platforms :']
I do want to eventually write a longer oneshot for Malenia or Marika, but I'm not sure what they'd be about ... If you have any ideas, I'd love to hear them!
Thank you again ♡
The moment you heard word of the Cleanrot Knights’ return from their most recent battle, you had rushed outside to catch a glimpse of your cherished paladin. You found her among the horde of rotted warriors with ease, drenched in a spill of gore and viscera but not of her own.
In one sweeping motion, Finlay grabbed you by the waist and held you in mid-air before tucking your head under her chin in an impossibly loving embrace.
You felt your lungs contract as she crushed you into her, only lowering you to the ground after you lightly tapped her shoulder, signaling your need to breathe. She undid her helm while you caught your breath, leaning down to give you a few fleeting kisses on your forehead. Finlay was always especially affectionate when she returned from battle, never leaving your skin untouched for a moment. She adored you, her precious beloved, and it pained her to be away from you for as long as she had. If she gave in to her most selfish desires, she’d have you by her side for as long as she lived.
You found yourselves a spot away from the usual bustle of the Haligtree, a small respite for two lovers. You sat beside a wash bin and scrubbed away at the blood that stained your beloved’s armor. Finlay sat cross-legged beside you, leaning her much larger frame against your shoulder as she fought the exhaustion that seeped through her bones. You let out a surprised squeak as your slumbering knight fully fell upon you, your surprise jolting her awake.
“My apologies, wee dear.”
Finlay’s smile shone like a supernova, her laugh hearty and warm. She leaned her head down to bury her face in your neck, trailing sloppy kisses there as you splashed her with soapy water from the wash bin. Your shared laughter reverberated throughout the town as her arm crept up your side and toppled you both backwards, her other arm enclosing you in her homely hold. You attempted to wriggle out from her, but your protests were met with an assault of kisses and taunting coos.
How Finlay still possessed such strength even after battle you had no clue.
In due time you were both asleep under the Haligtree’s shade, the filtered sunlight warming your very souls. Finlay’s hand, once still with slumber, now twitched against your back and stirred you from your sleeping state. Finlay had always been a restless sleeper, you’d lost count of the times she’d stolen the warmth of the sheets for herself. You’d chastise her in the morning only to be met with puppy eyed apologies and the promise of breakfast in bed. That was Finlay — your darling knight — you could never stay mad at her for long.
However, this time was different. You were no stranger to Finlay’s incessant tossing and turning, but to her sleep-talking you were entirely foreign. You drew closer to her as her grip on you tightened, holding you close as though you were a well-loved stuffed doll.
“‘m going to marry you,” she mumbled. “Just you wait.”
“Is that so?”
“’ts true.”
You couldn’t hold back the smile that spread across your face as you let out a huff of amusement. You continued to listen in as Finlay rambled on, her sloppy sleep talk challenging you to hold back your delighted giggles.
“I love you s’much.”
“How much?”
“To Caelid n’ back.”
“I see.”
Her bout of restlessness soon ended and she returned to her peaceful dozing, leaving you to contemplate those sweet murmurs of hers. Once she awoke and the two of you headed back to your shared bedchambers, you decided to think nothing of it.
Finlay was just delirious after weeks of battle. She was just dreaming. With how loyal she was to Malenia, you doubted she had the time to devote herself to something as frivolous as marriage. Such a thing hardly even existed in The Lands Between anymore. No matter how hard you tried though, you could never entirely shake that feeling of anticipation. Not when the other Cleanrot Knights would exchange knowing glances and playful jabs into each other’s sides as they passed you. Not when you discovered curved scraps of unalloyed gold in your beloved’s bedside drawer, and certainly not when she sheepishly pulled you aside on that fateful day.
There, hidden behind a hearty branch of the Haligtree, Finlay laid bare her heart and spoke true of her intentions. She rested on one knee, her helm cradled in the curve of her arm, the dappled light of the tree casting a dim glow across her features. That charming smile of hers only grew wider as you gave her your answer, and Finlay knew she had finally tasted defeat.
a/n — starting to post the rest of my one-shots from my ao3 :]
You had heard of the Deathbed Companion that resided in the Roundtable Hold. You had heard of how she took weary tarnished into her arms time and time again, whispering to them unknowns in her honeyed voice. You heard of how she both equally comforted and intimidated, heard of her past that was shrouded in mystery — of her gentle touch. As you entered her bedchamber for the very first time you felt a lick of heat creep up your neck, a burning anxiety overcoming you that only lessened when you saw her lips form into a tender smile.
“Brave champion,” she started, “surely you did not wander in here purely by chance?”
You hadn’t, of course, rather you found yourself before her spurred on by the desire to please this woman. To help her and to warm her for reasons you didn’t entirely understand.
Before she even had the chance to ask that ardent question you were kneeling before her, head lowered out of embarrassment and body begging for her caress. There was a moment of stasis where she sat, mind clouded with thought, and you felt her eyes upon you. It was startling in the very least to be studied by a woman so fair, but as soon as you were in her arms you no longer cared.
“You are so very warm.”
You tried to focus on her words as you suddenly felt a biting coolness rise from your chest and seep into your skin, leaving you dizzy and frigid. Fia took notice of your discomfort and opened a gap between the two of you.
“I apologize, this is your first time relinquishing your vigor to me,” you heard a trembling sigh escape from her lips, “I should have warned you.”
You felt yourself quiver and balk by her bedside, but she held you steadily with her warm hands. She chuckled at your shock, and purred into your ear as she drew herself closer.
“My dear,” she soothed, “lie down, will you? Be at ease.”
She guided you onto her bed, hushing you and gently patting your back all the while.
“There we are. Softer than the floor, yes? Let’s get you taken care of.”
She brought her hand up to the side of your face and held it gently, your heart beginning to ache as you feel her careful gaze fall upon you. Embarrassed, you tore your eyes away from hers, earning a soft tsk.
“My dear, you have a chill. Allow me to care for you.”
You nod, facing Fia once again. She hums, and in an instant has you in her arms. You expect that odd feeling to rise in your chest again, but it never comes. She simply holds you, your forehead resting against the nape of her neck. She stirs, moves part of her robe to cover your lower back, and resumes her position. The gentle rise and fall of her chest urges you to rest, but your eyes can only shut for a moment before she speaks again.
“I’ve grown rather fond of thee as of late,” she sighs and you feel her weight shift, “do you find that unfavorable?”
You held your breath, suddenly much more aware of your closeness to Fia than you were prior. You shake your head no, and feel her exhale.
“Very well. If it does not vex you, I will allow these feelings of mine to grow.”
She rubs tentative circles on your back and drops her head to rest atop yours, an air of relief washing over her. How she’d longed to have you visit her quarters to hold you just as she is now. With each new tarnished that she held in her embrace, she felt her regard for you grow. She questioned them in hushed tones, eager to learn more about this reserved demigod-slaying tarnished. She would catch glimpses of you in the hallway as you traveled between the blacksmith and spirit-tuner, admiring you from afar.
Her yearning made her feel a little embarrassed, in all honesty. How long had it been since last she felt this infatuation with another?
“Dearest,” she cooed, “would you lie with me for a while longer?”
You obliged, and she swiftly guided you down onto the pillows beside her. She lowered herself and captured you in her snug hold, one of her hands reaching up to play with your hair. Her jasmine scent and silken touches lulled you into a peaceful sleep, your hearts and limbs entwined.
From then on you visit your fair confidant as often as time allows, and she accepts your visits with open arms. Your relationship grows until you become nigh inseparable. Some even refer to you as kindred spirits — the Deathbed Companion and her beloved champion. Fia’s influence spreads all across the Lands Between through the tarnished she holds, and each one is requested to ensure your safety. Word of your relationship spreads like wildfire through the hold; talk of the tarnished that captured Fia’s heart. There is jealously of course, but neither of you pay any mind. When you kneel by her bedside, her hand tracing the curvature of your face, you know you will be together always — until death do you part.
