Can I ask for Tarnished x reader please? I'm obsessed with my Tarnished and can't stop thinking about what if they know about us - the player that sitting behind the screen and see us as their god, the person who guide them. And then one day, we wake up and boom! We isekai into Elden Ring, next to us is Tarnished who is clearly worry but also super excited because their god finally here! And they won't let us go anywhere too far anytime soon.
Yandere! Tarnished and maybe some smut? 👉👈 Thank you!!
“Oh boy do I also love this au. I think it referred as Self-Aware au or Reverse Isekai. I couldn't find a way to put smut in here, but I can do another when the Requests are up.” - Ichor
Summary - “You have been playing Elden Ring for a while now, but you have never expected to be waking up in that horror of a world. At least you had your... character: the Tarnished by your side, right?”
TW // Yandere, Flash Fiction.
|°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°|
You have never expected to see your character- er Tarnished in real life. To see their armor glinting above you as they seem quite wary of you first, and you couldn't decide if you wanted to scream and run. I mean, you are in a world full of horrors. You know you are; you had pinched yourself to make sure that everything around you was real, and that you control yourself.
"T-Tarnished?" You hesitantly call out to the being that looks down at you: quiet, stoic. Something you has expected of the Tarnished, but not overly so. This being was sending shiverers through your body, your own creation was freaking you out. You take a guess this is how realistically it would be going against you- er the Tarnished. All cold, merciless, menacing, silent.
They move forward, crouching a bit with their hands extended. It made you flinch slightly at the swiftness of their movements, but their gentleness on grasping at you and pulling you against them was a surprise to you. Their body warm despite the armor that protects them, and you would think they would be cold because they die only to reborn again like an undead.
"Oh, uh... thank you?" You breathe, unsure if they even understand you. Your hands on their chest as you look up to them. Trying to get a read on them. Would they be killing you? Letting you live? Only to let you suffer like this world has?
That is if you couldn't die like the Tarnished, and that's not a thought you were too keen on fingering out. At all.
The Tarnsihed simply nods at you, acknowledging your words. Their gauntlets sliding down to your wrists and hold you close. To feel your warmth. To feel the divinity they believe that is within you. That’s why you were watching them, right? You’re their divine being.
You on the other hand are more… confused; out of your place with being in the Tarnished hold. You do not really know your- the Tarnsined, but it seems the Tarnsined knows you, and it’s a bit weird. It feels like- or something close to stalking that you don’t even know of, but perhaps the universe was kind enough to put some sort of memory into the Tarnished. So that you wouldn’t be… useless in this world. That you’re protected.
That’s what you think away ways. What you want to think to save yourself an headache of this possibility of being in a game that you play with a Tarnished character you have created.
The Tarnished carefully holds you, their chin on your head, and you feel… coddled in a weird way too. Nothing good, but nothing bad at the same time. Though, you’re not one to complain if this being seems touch starved. They were at least keeping you close and not killing you off as they were a killer of gods and demi-gods in the game…
“T-Tarnished?” You dare to speak up again, quietly; softly. You head moving to look up at them. Unintentionally brushing up against their neck to do so. Your hands moving to lightly press up against their armor as if they were a fragile being that hasn’t been through horrors, and they like that. That you seem to care. They like that you “nuzzled” them.
Their gauntlets on your wrist move when you move. Staying on your wrist lightly, never wanting to let you go. If you were to pull away? They were sure they would just pull you right back into them. Yet, you are a divine, right? They should be more careful of how they should treat you, nothing like an object to finally have and play with. They should listen to your orders if they want to be next to you, forever.
“Can you um-“ You pause, trying to gather your thoughts on the best course of action because obviously. No one gets realistically Isekai’ed into their own damn game. It was just something to read, not… act upon! “Can we… not be put in the open, Tarnished?”
They give you a simple nod, the metal of their armor clinking together before they move quickly. Wrapping their arms around you before hauling you up into their arms bridal style. A little, surprised yelp leaving you as your hands grasp at them quickly for stability, and you swear you can feel the silent amusement coming from the being as they walk through… West Limgrave you recognize.
You sigh to yourself, simply watching and smelling how real this world was to you. Wondering if they would put you at a Grace Site, and if you were able to see it. Besides that, were you able to get to your world? Would the Tarnished help you? Or even let you?
Well, even if they wouldn’t. You’re still glad they haven’t killed you… yet.
You’re a young noblewoman traveling by carriage from Drangleic to the Lands Between. Until your procession is attacked by a group of bandits in a forest you don’t recognize, their number led by two silver haired, silver tongued knights of ill repute. The both of whom decide to have a little fun at your expense.
Aka Tarnished and Creighton fuck you until you love it.
♡ armor kink alert ♡
★ m/m/f threesome alert ★
warnings:: smut, mature content, threesome, non-con elements
You won’t allow yourself to become some toy for him to amuse himself with. Not without putting up a fight. And going to slap him at once, you're also not really thinking that to slap an armored face is indeed a foolish thing. It’s not like taunting him was much wiser.
He catches your wrist without effort the moment you try it, as though he saw the attempt forming in your mind.
“Oooh,” he coos, leaning in as he slams your offending hand against the carriage, pinning it beside you. You flinch at the rattled thud it makes, but refuse to allow your startlement any other sounds that might further amuse him. His fingers tighten in your hair as he comes closer still, his face dipping low, until his noseguard brushes cool along the underside of your jaw. “You have two hands, you know,” he breathes. “Though I’ve imprisoned the one. Why don’t you try again?” His face turns so that you can stare directly into his dark, angled eyes. “Best hit me hard, if you wish to stop whatever I might do next.”
Biting at your lip, your nerves fetter you to hesitance only for as long as it takes him to laugh at you again. The mocking, husky purr of it has your other hand swinging with a mind of its own, only for his fingers to rip out of your hair and snatch your wrist midair, shackling round it. And with an unforgiving slam, both your hands are harshly restrained at your sides.
“Not fast enough, sweetheart.”
He steps in close. So close his steel-gilded chest brushes against you. And though you twist your face away from him as his face stoops low once more, you can still feel how his brow brushes featherlight along your neck, and hear the way he inhales the scent of your hair.
The man hasn't a mannered bone in his body, and a whisper of fear reminds you of how helpless you really are, pinned under him like this. Surely it's fear that sends a small shiver running down your spine. One he must feel the vibration of, because he gives you a lowered, appreciative hum in response.
His sightless eyes meet yours again, shadow in steel. “You tried. You failed. Are you going to behave now, princess?”
Your wrists wriggle against his iron grip, though your efforts reward you nothing save his mirth. “Behaving isn’t something I’m good at.”
“I see,” he says. “I’ve caught a willful creature, it seems, with a spark to her heart. I wouldn’t put it out. I’m fond of wild things.”
𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: I wanted to do something with just the Tarnished. Would this be considered Teratophilia? They are not entirely human, are they?
𝕬𝖉𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: The Tarnished is a completely imaginable character. You create the Tarnished yourself. This can be considered true or not. “They/Them/Their” will be used to describe a singular Tarnished.
𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Smut & Normal headcanons for the Tarnished.
"An unbearable fate for those who are a Tarnished. Their golden hue of their eyes leaving them. Their souls unable to rest, have lost the grace of the Erdtree, banished and are... maidenless."
𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜/𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜:
Stright up, and of course, they do not speak. Actions tell more words type of Tarnished. They will speak to you with their body language, or maybe with a stick drawing into the ground. It's a bit confusing at first. It just seemed like squiggles to you until you realized 1: they might have lost some brain cells each time they die or 2: they could be so old they are writing ancient tongue, but you get a hang of it after (quite) a while. Their ability to just spawn back from the dead becoming really handy for their dedication to 'talk' to you.
On the subject of their dedication. These Tarnished are the most determined in the The Lands Between and out, considering their life is just full of rebirth; trial and error: over and over and over and over again. You have to honestly question their dedication when you keep seeing them after their death so many times. The first time they had died and reappeared actually scared you, but you suppose it was alright considering they have given you a gift when they did...
Gifting, it's one of their strong suits... in a way. Their gifts could range from: Stormhawk Feather's, Erdleaf Flower, Bloodrose, all the way to Sliver of meat and Crab eggs. It's not the best for the last two, but hey. If you have a cookbook for them, and you're hungry, maybe it's actually a great gift? Plus, you can feed them as repayment. However, if they are really dedicated and you return such an interest to them. They gift you a Rune, more or so a Rune Arc, but who knows if you're lucky enough for them to show their... true devotion to you with a Great Rune. They do not give those up easily; if not ever.
With gifting Sliver of meat and crab eggs. You might find more than you bargained for if you accept those foods. They can be like a cat bring back its kill to show you how well they did. Plopping a Eagel, Ram, or a damn Giant Land Octopus down at your feet: ripping a part off of them and offering it to you. You reject? Sad li’ knight, they will not gift you another body for a while. You accept? They’ll go hunt some more things for you, no matter how hard it is. For you to use as trophies, as evidence of their hard, devoted work.
Oh, they love your approval. From being banished and loosing everything they had… It’s reasonable they want your approval, attention and may have developed abandonment issues. They want nothing more to stay close to you, but at the same time. Their goal of having to become an Elden Lord and wanting to be near you; wanting your approval. It messes them up a bit. With the abandonment part? They won’t “say” anything about it, but you can tell they have it by how dedicated they stand by you. Having their full faith in you to not betray them; banish them like they have been before.
They would fight, defend or even act upon vengeance for you. Those lesser knights annoying you? Trying to beckon you closer? You don’t have to say nothing and they are killing them off, whether if it’s in front of you or not. Arrow incoming? They pull you in a roll with them or block it with their shield, their body covering yours. If they found out you have been forced to rest 6 feet under soil of the so called gods? It’s safe to consider them enraged and will go on a spree. How dare they take the only thing that was kind to them?
Despite the more dark end. They like following you around like a lost puppy of a Monstrous Dog. Fully capable of killing, but really until they or you are provoked. They may have lost their grace, their guide and maiden, but they believe you can replace that. That you can become a grace to them. A guide and perhaps… even their maiden. A real, true maiden to them. If you know what I mean.
Can be really possessive. They are not willing to share, nor are they willing to let you go. They have found their grace, their guide, their maiden. You think they are going to let that go so easily? They have been banished, and you are the only one that has blessed them of what should not be. You may not be powerful as themselves, but they can always provide, it’s what they are supposed to do, no? What do you mean no? Have the creatures of The Lands Between lost their senses? Did they gift you something that unknowingly makes you delusional? They will however, give you independency if that’s what you want; expect them to teach you too. They have be alone before…
They do have a bit chivalry blood in them, but it doesn’t mean they will use it for occasions. The enemies they face? Consider it a war crime with how vivid their actions can be when taking down an enemy, especially in front of you if they are trying to impress you. Honestly, the only times you seem them without blood staining their stolen armor is when they are next to you, wanting a good image and reputation with you in order to dazzle you. Regardless of what the rumors spread and what you have seen with your own eyes. They don’t care for what they have done. The gods abandoned them. Now? They will abandon them. A taste of their own medicine.
I’d like to say they have been trying to court you, in a way, since they have seen you and offered you their gifts. You wouldn’t know it at the beginning, but as time goes past and you learn about their social cues of growls, huffs grunts, and body cues? It becomes more apparent they are trying to court you, ever slowly too. You’re not sure if you should be smitten with it or not… One hand they are really dedicated on being by your side, but on the other hand? The drive to become Elden Lord can be a bit more powerful…
𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥/𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭:
They definitely have a praise kink, and combine that with your voice too? Consider them nearly at your mercy. Nearly, because they like to be alert when having heated times with you. That said, they are more of the dominant type, but to have you saying praises in their ear, whispering it? Perhaps they can be swayed of being a bottom. Just keep those praises up while your tone is gentle; cooing and they’ll be a puddle in no time, and ready to take you.
I believe they will get excited about what you wear. Whether it would be dress, a maids outfit or even a set of armor yourself. They definitely get excited when they see you with clothing, or no clothing. Surprised them at first when they saw you without clothing, but they are not complaining. To see your skin is like another blessing that has been bestowed upon them as you are allowing them to see you at your most vulnerable.
Will take you anywhere, doesn’t matter where it is. They will take you anywhere they please. It’s could be in front of a shrine, a church and possibly in front of an enemy if they magically didn’t kill them all off. One of the locations was on a sacrificial stone top, and by god did they made sure to make you feel like a pleasured sacrifice to them.
Blood Play. They definitely have to have a kink for blood. Not one of hurting you, but just smearing it over your skin. They would simply return back from battle: drenched in their enemies blood and just- swipe the blood spattered on their armor and put it on you as if they shared the battle with you too. (Or just to annoy you as they like your attention.) Though, this can come in as a way of marking. If they are the one injured, and you’re patching them up? Except to be smashed up against them with their hands to be a bit… wandering.
Sit on their face. That’s a death they are so willing to take from you. It’s a battle they want to conquer, and they do it excellently too. Their tongue either short or long. Lapping, twisting and sucking on you, very explorative. Let them be embraced with the grace of your juices. Let only you to conquer them in such a filthy way. It’s a loss they would be proud of.
Surprisingly vanilla, likes to lay you down in the safety of your quarters. Watching as the sheets/comforter waves a little bit when they place you down. Their hands wandering over your body: from the sides of your body all the way up and down from your thighs and collarbone. Taking it slow as they prepare you, massaging you before taking you like you should be taken. Taking you as their spouse, their counter part, as their maiden.
Loves to make you weak. Loves to raw you until you can’t walk the next week without them. Loves to see your blissed face as they would overstimulate you. To see drool lob off your tongue. They are filthy, and continue to be when they are taking you when they please. Their hands keeping you in place by your hips. They like to see how well they are treating their cute, handsome maiden.
Would breed you like no tomorrow, and that is …false for them. They can breed you everyday. They are reborn and ready to come back to you to show you just how much they can provide. Ready to pin your knees to your shoulder and absolutely take you over and over. They certainly got the infinite time to try and produce their heir’s with you.
Oh, I would be careful however. Whenever they are reborn as their frustration can become… hate sex. There was plenty of times where they have been reborn and have ripped you of your clothing to relieve their frustrations. You can try and hide, but with them having… dead, aged experience. It a bit hard to do so. They do like the chase and challenge you give them though. A bit silly you are, hiding from them.
There’s gotta be a thing in The Lands Between with something similar to sex pollen. You can’t tell me there isn’t in there, and the Tanrnished to be affected by it? It could last long. They would try and play it off at first, but as it gets more obvious it’s affecting them greatly… They can’t resist the sudden pull to you. The sudden call to claim and take you again and again until all is satisfied. It definitely makes you numb for at least a couple+ weeks, and that’s okay because you are lovingly pleasured, claimed by your lover and get great aftercare afterwards for their rather… rabid behavior.
You don’t ever recall seeing the Tarnished over and over again, but you have a feeling that you do. You feel as if you met this tarnished again and again. Some with the same face; other times not. It was if your mind simply couldn't remember how this, Tarnished keeps dying to your sword over and over again. The blood of the tarnished always fading off the metal as you reset to your place: standing proud and above those who wish to challenge you, for those who would dare collect your rune.
Awaiting the first move of the Tarnished. You could only watch as the Tarnished seems to observe you at first. How their helmet seems to move a bit like a twitch, their eyes looking you up and down, having yet to ready their own weapon. It was... curious. Not many go in slow from what you gather from the past: way before the fall of the Lands Between. They go in fast, trying to make themselves unpredictable. There were the heavies, but they were almost too predictable. You could go forward and make them think you were attacking, baiting them before giving your own slice of attack. Your sword nearly cutting them in half if it weren't for their heavy armor too. You found quickly enough however, you didn't like those potions they used to... heal themselves? It was atrocious on how many things they had. That included those blue ones too.
Then, you sidestep a quick, testing swipe from the Tarnished. A hum leaving you as you make your own attack to side swipe the Tarnished with your sword as they block it was ease as if... as if they had expected such from you. Was it possible from just letting the Tarnished observe you for a moment... they had patterned you down? You haven't heard of such a skill being born within the realm unless you count the spells, but this? This was skill. This... this was a battle to be honored. You can tell with how the Tarnished holds beneath you, taking your weight, your force of attack. There was a little wobble, but it was clear not to underestimate this Tarnished as they hold you away with one hand; one sword.
Jumping back with grace. You allow the Tarnished to breathe for a second as you do. Your eyes following the Tarnished every movement now after quickly understanding this wasn't someone to just dismiss in the midst of battle. This was someone to potentially honor. That is if they don't play dirty as you two circle one another, calculating one another; testing one another with little swipes, it was almost amusing... like a Erdtree Burial Watchdog's playing with their stone tails...
Getting a bit tired with the play however, you summon some Incantations for the Tarnished to play with while you observe how they fight. Never coming forward to take a greedy hit when their focus shifts to the summoned incantations. Their moves confident as they take them on and it... interests you. They have full trust in you not to attack them while they take care of the Incantations. Then it comes to a realization to you.
They know you.
They know how you move, how you operate and attack. They have been reading your body language. They have been studying you. You are not sure how, but you know they have been. That much is clear with how well they block you, carry you and trust you to keep yourself at bay while they deal with the Incantations. It was if... they have fought you before, but you're sure you would remember such a skill from a Tarnished. How could you nought? How could you forget how the Tarnished moves with grace themselves? How they thrust their weapon? How they twist and turn as if they are dancing with who they are fighting with? It... it was remarkable. Something you haven't seen in ages, maybe even eons?
You narrowly doge an attack from the Tarnished when they have defeated your Incantations. You own sword flicking at the ready and swiping forward: the tip of it sparking against their breast plate. It was up most unfortunate you needed to fight this warrior; to keep them at bay themselves. You would have respected this Tarnished a lot more than as your enemy. Perhaps, you would have even trained them, but they are still your enemy. It was disappointing.
The battle continues to grow between you and the Tarnished. Your disappointment of your position rising within you, causing your attacks to more bold, more heavy and powerful as you avoid their own flurry of precise attacks. It was honestly a battle to come and see. Grace upon grace, block upon hit; blood upon blood. You have noticed how the Tarnished was confident enough not to even use their little potions of healing nor those little blue ones or gold ones. They were simply enduring what you would hit them with, and you're not sure if you should be flattered by the display or not. Yet, you can't afford a distraction with this talented Tarnished. They were growing with eerie, calm power. Not a grunt leaving them when you land a hit on them and that part was throwing you off a little. No noise of pain was coming through the Tarnished helmet.
Was it because this Tarnished wasn't even a humanoid? Was it because you suddenly have become so focused on the battle that you didn't realize how low you've become? How you were on your knees, kneeling before the Tarnished with your sword: the only thing holding up the rest of your dignity as your own blood seeps between the joints of your armor, near your stomach while your gauntlets try to grasp at the sword embedded there? Harsh breaths leaving you while your own heart finally pounds in your ears after many days lost to counting?
You can sense the Tarnished beneath you. Their aura of warmth overthrowing your own while you curl around them, still kneeling as they look up at you. Feeling how your blood drips from your own helmet and onto theirs. Your mind spiraling with exhausting adrenaline after centuries of the most boring fights that- this Tarnished has changed. The Tarnished has made you feel dread, fear once again.
Then... it all stops. Your breath, your heart; the pounding in your head... and it's replaced with... warmth? You should not be blossoming with warmth, but the familiar hands of death. You should be feeling cold, abandoned, left for the dead to collect! Not warmth!
It takes you a moment to even recognize what was happing to you. Your own breath catching double time in your throat as you look down to see the Tarnished has disregarded your helmet and have partially lifted up their own. Their scarred lips taking in your bloody ones with such gentleness you haven't known of since the first dawn of your birth. It leaves you confused, wondering, frustrated then a wave of calamity. Your fading body relaxing into the Tarnished, accepting their strange way of dealing with your death. A few broken words leaving your lips and onto theirs as you feel yourself dissolving into the void, into the rune for the Tarnished to collect.
