#messmer x reader

[marz-barzz]

Imagine your fav kissing you like this

[eldenbiscuit]

“On his mother's wishes, Messmer made himself a symbol of fear”

[pinnedmother]

What are the odds of that happening..?

[edalynanarchy]

reading a fic from a timeline based/set off of medieval times and then Y/N starts speaking like some seventeen year old in 2020

[theunalloyedd]

from 10 to 0 (basically a tier list) demi gods parenting if they got a child while they are married to the reader (or adopting, no specific gender for reader)

Future Lineage

Starry Intuition: Silly hcs!!! My personal opinion LMAO , gn! reader, feat. Godrick, Radahn, Morgott, Mohg, Rykard, Malenia, Ranni, Godwyn, Messmer, Miquella, Melina

THE LIST

Godrick - A 2/10. Would most likely graft the child,,, Kidding!! I don't think he foresees himself with a child, if he does it's to raise another child under the Godfrey heritage.

Radahn - 7/10, if he's not infested with Scarlet Rot. He cared alot about his child! He would raise them will morals and etiquette, would most likely encourage them to be a warrior. He loves you and his child oh so very much.

Morgott - 8/10, he ADORES his family. Since he married you, he's been so much happier and less alone. He would love that child to death, teach your child, care for them, even go out of his way to raise them to one day, just like him, care for the erdtree.

Mohg - 6.5/10, now, I adore Mohg, but blood is not the safest thing to have around a child. He loves your child, of course he does. Raises them to be a good future ruler of the Dynasty!! Extra points for being whipped for you beyond belief.

Rykard- 5/10. Human Rykard is a decent man, he cares for his family of course!!! But, his job as praetor is his main focus, not that you and your child aren't present in his mind, of course you are ! he loves the family you two have built together, but if work calls, he is there.

Malenia - 4.5/10, It isn't that she's a bad parent. She's just afraid to be too close, or hurt them by accident with the Scarlet Rot. +.5 for her absolute adoration of both you and your child. She's happy to have been able to start a family, even if her fear holds her back sometimes.

Ranni 7.5/10, She's excited to carry on her lineage, especially with the person she loves. She'd one hundred percent care for your child, even have her mischievous personality rub off onto said child. WILL have Blaidd and Iji very involved in your child's life.

Godwyn 8/10, He is a caring man, definitely so happy to have a family with the most important person in the entirety of the Lands Between. He puts most of his time into caring for your child, less time into patrolling for fighting dragons. He 100% flaunts his happy family. Fortissax loves your child aswell.

Messmer 6.5/10, He is so fascinated with your child. Hes such a caring father, and cries a little over how happy he is to have such a wonderful family. Messmer has always wanted love, and now he has it. In the form of a gorgeous child and a wonderful spouse.

Miquella - 6/10, He is excited. All this time, spent planning, breaking free from his curse, and becoming an ideal empyrean... He finally has something stable, safe. A child he cares for so much, and a consort he holds close to his heart. If perfection does exists, he believes it started when a family of his own was made.

Melina - 7/10, She LOVES your child. The third butterfly sibling, she uses her heat to keep you both warm. Melina holds you and your child close to her heart, it's what keeps the embers of her soul burning bright. For once, family doesn't seem like a confusing, irritating tree, but something worth cherishing.

Starri's Constellations : I LOVED THIS ASK AHAA i had sm fun :) ,,, enjoy these little asks!!! happy new year my obedient servant's ♡

[wxnheart]

yandere!messmer x reader, part deux.

Messmer, who finds your attempts to rebel and escape endearing.

Dearest mongrel, dearest consort, why can't you understand that wherever you go, he will find you? He has eyes and ears everywhere in this forsaken land. No matter how far you travel, he will find you. He will find you, and you will fall back into his embrace.

Messmer, who makes it a game of cat-and-mouse and feigns ignorance as you plot your latest escape attempt. It costs him nothing to do so, as these lands, bereft of light, provide him with more than enough to occupy his time and thoughts... when they aren't on you, of course.

Messmer, who watches you when you aren't aware, who notices the way your eyes glaze over in thought, who notices the way you take in your surroundings as if you're analyzing the quickest escape route. As if you hadn't tried that path before, as if he didn't personally go to capture you himself. And he smiles at you, so serenely. Oh, dearest one, when you learn?

Messmer, who doesn't think to punish your insolence, who finds beauty in your defiance, whose heart beats ever so strongly whenever you glare at him. And still he smiles, so serenely, as one large, bony hand cups your cheek, as clawed nails trail slowly, reverently down your skin, as he commits the slight indentations, the softness beneath his fingertips to memory, as your eyes speak frenzied death and damnation upon his soul.

Messmer, who bides his time when your plan is put into action. He feigns ignorance still, sits upon his throne, bides his time with serpentine tenacity, and aims to strike at the opportune moment.

And strike he does. Messmer figures it's been some days since you departed, and slowly, purposefully, he arises from the comfort of his stronghold, blade in hand, ready to reclaim his lost love, ready to defy his mother once again...

Dearest mongrel, dearest consort, why do you fight him still? Messmer prowls blood-soaked, ashen lands, heart beating with anticipation and want, searching, searching—oh, how he yearns to feel the heat of your defiance under him again—for that which makes him alive once more.

Messmer, who searches endlessly, who traverses the very edge of darkness to find you. And find you he does, right where he expected you to be, right where you could go no further. And he smiles at you.

Messmer, who drags you back in his serpentine grasp, strong and dreadful and dark, back to the comfort of his stronghold wreathed in fading light.

Messmer, who holds you in his embrace before the statue of his mother, his mother who bears witness to the slow death of her futile plans, who watches as her savior falls in the embrace of Messmer's flame.

Messmer, who kisses you once more, who tastes your defiance on rigid lips, whose hold whispers dark promises, whose smile makes your blood run cold and your body go limp.

And now, dearest mongrel, dearest consort, now do you truly understand the power of Messmer's embrace...

[lullinglily]

sibling rivalry! ˎˊ˗

how they plan to win you over ☆ messmer & godwyn x gn!reader

wc — 864 words

a/n — little thing i wrote in my free time, might do rellana & rennala next hmm

For Messmer, learning of his brother’s affections for you was like being told the Erdtree itself had just up and withered 

For Godwyn, it was Tuesday 

You’re well acquainted with both princes, though you’d known Messmer the longest. If it weren’t for him, you’d have never even met Godwyn. At least that’s what he tells himself. 

Though only a royal groundskeeper of little renown, your gentle demeanor and calming presence was all it took to enthrall the cursed prince. 

And anyone able to tease out the slightest bit of warmth in Messmer was peculiar enough to draw the attention of Godwyn as well. 

What started out as simple curiosity bloomed into infatuation when Godwyn noticed the subtle changes in the way he felt when near you; how very different everything was when compared to being surrounded by the chatter and bustle of his entourage. 

You were a respite — an oasis — and he wanted more.

Your time with Godwyn is typically spent under the golden foliage that shelter the royal gardens; a book in your hands as you read aloud to him (since he claims to adore your voice so — “like one of mother’s lullabies”, your speech was) while he weaves you an endless pile of daisy chains. 

Unfortunately for Messmer, these little meetings often cut into your time spent with him in his study. It is for this very reason that Messmer is so hellbent on making his way to the gardens before his golden brother is finished with his training; it’s about the only way he can whisk you off and inside before Godwyn makes a mess of things. 

Time spent with Messmer is almost always inside. The furthest he’ll stray are the gardens, and even then it’s just so he can see you. 

You used to always just relax in his study, enjoying each other’s presence as you read silently to yourselves; but lately things have been different. 

Your friend seems much more on edge, constantly peering over whatever it is he’s reading to watch you. Are you enjoying yourself? Do you seem hungry? Are you secretly stealing glances at him while he’s not looking, or is it just wishful thinking? 

He talks more now. More than he ever had before. He stumbles over his words and often ends his garbled sentences with a frustrated sigh, but he still talks. 

It’s comforting, these little conversations, and you’ll soon find just how much stronger your bond has become because of them. How much you both now know about the other. How vulnerable you’ve both become. 

Maybe one day, he’ll escort you in and you’ll find that the room has been slightly altered to suit your tastes. Maybe the curtains are drawn, and there’s a platter of sweets awaiting you on the shared table. Maybe a week later, you’ll hear a soft hissing and lower your book to come face to face with a winged serpent, one that seems anxious for your affection. You’ll lock eyes with its owner, see his anticipation, his shame; and gently pat his serpentine companion. 

Maybe this tender acceptance will be what finally does Messmer in, what causes him to disobey in a way that matters.

Because while Messmer had always been content to resign wanting after what he knew was not for him, he’d decided this time was different

It’s his birthright, he’s sure, to be just a mite selfish 

Godwyn’s idea of winning you over often coincided with displaying his strength and status. 

Taking you for a ride on Fortissax, having you attend one of his jousts, and buying you just about whatever your heart desires, to name a few. He just really needs you to know that while you’re with him, you’ll want for nothing. 

Though It’s clear you enjoy his presence and the many things he does for you, it’s not lost on him the way your eyes seem to shine the brightest when fixed upon his own, rather than any sparkly artifact he’s presented you with. It bewilders him, how obvious it is that you value his friendship more than his gifts. Startles him, even.

The Godwyn you care for is whole, more than just a sum of his parts, more than just a prince. And it makes him fall even deeper for you. 

So deep in fact that he now considers Messmer — and anyone else who seems to fancy you — serious competition. 

From here on out both brothers are a bit catty to one another, but nonetheless startlingly polite — for appearance’s sake. They have to constantly one-up each other, too. Especially if you’re around.

“Why thank you, brother…” “Oh no, thank you, lord brother ….” 

Really they produce nothing but boyish banter 

Messmer’s quite grumbly; annoyed that while Godwyn could easily have anyone, he just had to go after you. Godwyn is far more lax, though his persistence in pointing out the desirable qualities in random passersbys to his brother is revealing of the anxiety just inches below the surface

Marika most definitely knows about all this, by the way. Though she pities you, she’ll never scold her boys – says the competition is “good for them”

[tenebristism]

Margit/Morgott, Mohg, and Messmer each reacting to accidentally smacking his crush with his tail/wing/snake when he turns? (his crush is disoriented but ultimately okay and finds the ordeal more amusing than painful—even if it's not something they want to have happen again if it can be helped)

Pardon my amateur-ishness for this one, i have never taken a request nor done scenarios like this in this format, but i find it really fun !! and apologies for the long wait im aware its been like 2 months LOL i totally forgot… AND if anyone is horribly ooc i apologize again - elden ring lore i am not the best versed in, but this is all for fun anyways

Morgott (Margit), Mohg, and Messemer accidentally wack you with their tail…

Morgott

Having initially disliked you, he didn't want to immediately check on you

You've been through worse, he knows that

And  you have quite a bit of armor

But goodness he is big and of course it would be rude not to check on you even if you are just an acquaintance he tolerates moderately

So with such brute strength (and how tiny you are compared to him) he doesn't say anything before he yanks you to your feet

Only for you to immediately stumble and fall back

“Foul tarnished, must you be so dramatic?”

When you don't say anything he notices a dazed look in your eyes

Brief concern

Until you start chuckling softly

“Gods - you should watch that thing more carefully,” you tease, and he helps you to your feet once more

Morgott stammers, clears his throat, and lets you grasp him for just a moment longer to steady yourself

“Your comfort is not my responsibility. You need to be more vigilant, less…frail” 

(your comfort is, in fact, his #1 priority)

(he even cleared the guards from the front of stormveil castle just so you could linger about collecting materials for various crafts)

“I am not frail” 

And of course, he lets you get the last word

Mogh

Mogh was pleasantly surprised when, even after discovering the…plan with Miquella, you stuck around

Even trying to help him

And even going so far as to dote on him

Sure, Miquella was his consort 

But who was stopping him from sharing his attention with another? 

He rather enjoyed the treatment he received from you anyways - affection he hadn’t bore witness to since…

A rather long time, he hated to admit

He hated even more to admit that he enjoyed you even when you weren’t completely at his beck and call

So when he turns to address you, standing just a bit too close, he doesn’t notice the way you’re standing directly in the path of his tail

Instantly are his hands hoisting you up to sit on his tail

He inspects every inch of you, even as you swat him away, softly laughing, insisting that you’re okay - just a bit stunned

Yet he insists that you must be in the best health

Only to continue to worship him (and Miquella), of course

You are his, and his alone - which also means you are his responsibility, for the time being 

A sentiment that you are, in a world such as this, tremendously grateful for

Messmer

With his tails being literal serpents, it happened quite often that one would accidentally poke you, prick you, or simply crack against your nose 

The first time it happened, you'd seen an expression you hadn't seen on his face before

Concern?

A strange emotion to be coming from someone such as himself, for someone so...puny, such as you

Yet every single time Messmer would apologize and assume the nurse role 

The couple times the snakes have bitten you he takes responsibility and cleans you up

He’d swore himself to be more vigilant, to be aware of how close you are to him, where you’re standing at all times

You think it’s rather amusing how paranoid he is now 

If he doesn’t see you in his direct line of sight, he’ll instantly go on a swivel 

Only for you to be in another room completely, laughing as you witness his antics

“What a mongrel, you are, tarnished,” he growls softly, glaring all the while

“You’d be rather bored without me, I suppose”

He can’t deny that statement…