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At the edge of divinity, Miquella has failed. The blood of his once-risen brother stains his porcelain fingers, and the gold of his crown is fading. You, Tarnished, stand above the defeated to-be god.

Rise, Tarnished, and claim all that you worked so hard for.

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There was nothing left. The ashen remains of the corpses that formed the towering peaks of the Gate of Divinity smudged onto Miquella's robe. His brother was gone, again. His sister would never be healed from the godforsaken rot. The parts of himself he threw away in hopes of ascending and finally bringing on a new world order, tossed aside in vain. The once-diligent demigod, now waning god, sits now on the floor on top of this dying world. There is nothing left, and he knows that... his sister isn't even here to save anymore. This emptiness that has been there since he was rebirthed into the Shadow Realm is not due to him discarding every aspect of himself, it was there even before he awoke in this world.

Golden eyelashes flutter on pale cheekbones as he registers the Tarnished still standing near his half-brother's ashes. ' Tarnished warrior, ye who have felled countless gods and monsters alike, what more hast thou come to take from me? ' He thinks bitterly. The warrior's armor gleams in the setting sun, and Miquella finds himself relieved to see the light fading. It means he does not have to see his Lord Brother's blood upon your blade. The red splatter is so thick, he cannot tell where his brother's ends, and your own begins.

There is a silence that permeates in the arena, but not a suffocating one. Miquella is at peace with his failure. Perhaps... you will bring about a new order that will shelter the most meek and powerless. Perhaps you wished to do it alone. He will not be there to watch over you, nor the order you bring, o' righteous Tarnished.

Cold metal brushes against the golden circlet that rests upon his brow. Miquella is still, he cannot fathom such a gentle touch after the carnage you wrecked upon Radahn's body, how your great blade cleaved his brother almost in half. Something overcomes him and he finally looks up. Your eyes are in view from behind your helmet, and he sees for the first time what he perhaps did not notice during the fight. There is a tiredness in the depths of your soul, o' Tarnished.

You, who did not ask to come this far. You, who wished you could have spared your maiden. You, who was accosted by the Lunar Witch and forced to lose your companions. You, who slew child after child of the Goddess. You, who mourned Marika's loss when visiting the Shaman Village. You, who wished there was a way to spare the lost boy searching for his Mother's grace, Messmer. 

Loss after loss had made you brittle and angry. When you fought Radahn at the gate, you did so with the ferocity of a dragon. Your rage was almost present in the physical world, a miasma that has now since faded into a lingering despair. ‘ How fitting ,’ thought Miquella, ‘ for this Lord to know despair. ’ 

Fitting even still, when you began to remove your armor. Miquella watched under the radiant silence of the moon as the Tarnished that fell his entire plan stood naked before him. Soft hands reached for the calves of a warrior long aching for rest. Miquella could be selfish for this once, he decided, he would lose himself in you for just a night. The suffocating thoughts of his failure, his dearest sister, his estranged father, his disappeared mother, they would all swirl into one big breath that would be plucked out from his pink lips by your gentle suckling tongue. 

The air must have been cold up so high, but your body was warm beneath him. The godling felt your fingers inching under his robe to caress his thighs, pulling the fabric off until it pooled sacrilegiously onto the ground. Hard fingers pressed against his entrance until pushing inside his most intimate parts. The god's legs spread hesitantly as he closed his eyes to hide from… what was he hiding from? There was no one left alive to see him now, no one that mattered. The moon might have been watching him but he could not bring himself to care. 

Your fingers retracted and a soft sigh left the blonde’s parted lips. Heavy eyes finally opened to grace you with his golden iris’s. Tarnished, godslayer, Elden Lord, yet mesmerized you were all the same as everyone else when they lay their eyes on Miquella the Kind. Even as you nudged your aching cock against the gods entrance, your eyes could not pull away from his alluring gaze. He watched you serenely, and if you did not feel his weight on top of your spread legs you would almost think him a statue carved from porcelain and gold. His stillness was unnerving, but it would not last.

As you pushed into him, the beautiful face of the last living god in the Lands Between faltered and his lips parted to release an agonizingly quiet moan. With his eyes closed and Miquella leaning back on his hands to balance himself on you, he almost looked mortal. A normal, human man. Perhaps he would have been happier if he was never born as Marika’s son. All thoughts of a better world were wiped from your mind as Miquella began to ride your cock. Slowly, he started, easing himself onto your thick length. The stars twinkled their mischievous delight at this show, and you briefly wondered if Ranni was laughing at the two of you from her throne upon the moon.

Quiet breaths blew into the air as the last son of the Eternal Goddess grinded his hips against yours in the night. Your all, you gave, and selfishly, Miquella would not stop until he had every drop of your soul. It was the least you could offer the despairing god after killing every member of his family (save one). Letting him take what he wanted was beautiful to witness, as much as feel. His inexperience was obvious in the way he fumbled to grab onto any part of you he could. Soft hands ran down your chest and up your arms until finally they rested delicately onto your shoulders.

He could snap your neck right here, he mused. With you riding the euphoria that was his body, you certainly would not notice until it was too late. He could hardly blame you, as your cock was definitely punching out any coherent thought that remained in his head, just as he hoped it would. But how could he, when you had looked at him with such sad eyes? You were a slave of the order just as much as he was, just as much as his parents were.

A surprised breath tumbled out of Miquella as you pushed him onto the floor of the topmost level of the tower. Your cock buried deeper inside of him, and his back arched obscenely as a whimper left spit-slick lips. You were fucking him like an animal now, unrestrained. His arms wrapped around your neck as he stared at the stars above your shoulder. He would be among them soon, as surely the Erdtree would turn away a soul as traitorous as his. Rebirth would not bless him, surely.

Still, he could find solace in your rabid fucking. He could bring comfort to one more being before fading into nothingness. Cupping your cheek gently, he would taste the bewilderment upon your less-than-sacred tongue. Pressing his own tongue against yours proved to be almost as enjoyable as forgetting who he was. Your soft lips (the contrast to your rough hands from training, even rougher body from the mountains of scars littering it) sealed with his, and Miquella forgot what he was grieving for. All that there was in the entire world was your lips, your tongue, your hands, and your cock.

The fallen leaves tell a story. 

Of how a Tarnished became Elden Lord. 

In our home, across the fog, in the Lands Between. 

Our seed will look back upon us and recall, the last god of the Golden Order.

uwu

Here's your part two Anon! Hope you like it~

Warnings: minor blood (nothing crazy), jealousy, LEANDER, mhin's resting bitch face

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Kuras's clinic truly was a safe haven in desperate times. As you watched rain pour outside, a sense of ease flooded your system knowing you were in a safe place, protected from the cold unrelenting torrents. Behind you, the good doctor was quietly working on Mhin's arm. A deep gash oozed hot red blood.

Mhin did their best to keep quiet, candlelight flickering off their pale eyes. But every time Kuras moved his still hand to sew the skin, the albino flinched. You and Mhin had been exploring new places, searching for information about the Senobium, when a thief had snatched your bag and ran. Not one to be robbed, you had chased the guy and tackled him down. Just as you thought you had evaded the danger and were in the clear, leaning down to grab your satchel, Mhin had taken a hit for you from behind.

Apparently the thief wasn't fully unconscious and had pulled out a knife to try to get a stab or two in your back. Thankfully, the albino had reached you in time, but suffered from a cut in their arm before disarming the thief and knocking them out effectively. Mhin had tried to tell you that they were fine, but you had panicked and insisted and dragged them all the way to Kuras's clinic.

Good thing too, because immediately after, it started raining waterfalls. A sudden knock alerted you and your companions to a visiter. You opened the door cautiously and were surprised to find none other than Leander standing on the other side, soaking wet. He peered down at you and his lips lifted into an easy grin.

Even when looking like a drowned cat, this man was not swayed from his temptation to flirt. "I apologize for the delay Leander, but I must finish Mhin's arm before tending to you." Leander trudged to an empty chair to plop down while pushing back his wet hair. "It's fine, doc. Take your time." You stood confused for a few seconds before noticing what Kuras had already seen.

A shallow cut was dripping rivulets of red down his shoulder. You hadn't even noticed the darkness compared to his drenched clothes. "If you don't mind, I believe I can fix that." Leander's green eyes gazed into yours with his same easygoing smile. "Sure thing. But um.." He looked down at your bandaged hands. "Oh, I can take them off for this if you don't mind."

His eyes crinkled with his most charming smile. "Not at all, peach." And so, unbeknownst to the stares cast your way, you unwrapped your hands just enough so they wouldn't get wet with blood, and set to work. Leander shrugged off his coat, and you quickly cleaned up the remaining blood before acquiring some of Kuras's tools.

"It looks shallow, so you won't need stitches. I'll apply a salve and bandage it for you. Try not to use this arm for a few weeks for any heavy lifting." You had helped Kuras with patients before when he was dealing with multiple at a time, so seeing this amount of blood and ripped skin wasn't anything new to you.

While you worked on bandaging Leander's shoulder, the man himself was smiling at a scowling Mhin. Kuras had finished by now and was watching you work like a hawk, golden eyes zoning in on your uncovered hands. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Once you had finished, Leander pulled his coat back on and smiled at you. "Thank you. You should be wary Kuras. Seems like this one here is gonna give you a run for your money soon enough." This seemed to snap Kuras out of his thoughtful gaze, as he turned away to discard of the bloody towel's he'd used on Mhin. "I doubt that to be true. If anything, I would hire any competition worthy of gaining any of my customers."

You blushed at the subtle compliment, settling to pat Leander's unwounded shoulder. "Thank you. Are you going to be heading back now?" The brunette stood to his full height and nodded. "I'll be off now. Care to accompany me?" He offered you his elbow and you blinked in surprise. "I suppose so. Let's meet up again tomorrow at the same time, Mhin?"

The albino was still scowling but acquiesced to your question. You waved to your companions before setting out into the now calmed rain with Leander. He held open the door for you and as you had your back turned to step you, glanced over at the doctor and hunter. His soft smile replaced with something sharp and playful as he maintained eye contact with the smaller of the three.

Ohhhh you are so fun!! I like this request!~

I couldn't figure out where to fit Mhin and Kuras as I doubt they'd be at the bar in the early afternoon so let me know if you'd like a part 2 as a continuation! <3

Warnings: jealousy!!! Leander is his own warning, taunting! touching uwu

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The dreary weather really was something else in this city. How could the air feel cool yet humid yet stifling as if pulling the breath from your lungs? Your bandages were dripping with sweat and coming loose, so you practically jogged into the Wet Wick.

Members of Leander's Bloodhounds were scattered around loosely, thankfully not densely packed this early in the afternoon. As you were about to slip behind a group of men and run up the stairs, an arm shot out from behind the bar to grab your hood, pulling it straight off.

Your hair tumbled out and you blinked as your eyes adjusted to the sudden light. Leander was leaned over the bar, lips pulled up into a smooth, pretty smile, eyes looking as tired as ever. "Hey pretty thing. Where you been all day?" You balled your hands into fists under your cloak and smiled back shyly.

"Oh you know. Around." Your ominous answer did little to dismay Leander, and he pulled you closer to the bar. "Would you like a drink, pretty? On the house." The barmaid looked over briefly after hearing that to scowl at the tall man. She hustled to the kitchen to presumably complain to the other workers.

You smiled as you shook your head. "Ah, no thanks. I was actually just on my way up. Really tired from ah- the day." You stared at each other in silence as your words replayed in your head. You could see the disbelief in Leander's eyes. Tired from the day? The sun had barely been up for less then five hours.

Leander let go of your cloak, and without thinking you moved your hand from the safety blanket to straighten the fabric. Piercing green eyes watched your every movement like a predator. "Ah." Fuck. You messed up. You flinched under his scrutinizing gaze and rushed to tuck your hand back into safety.

But before you could, his gloved hand once again reached out to grab, this time your hand. Deep inside, you knew Leander wouldn't get hurt. You flinched anyway. As if sensing your unenthusiastic response, Leander held up your hand to his face and gently kissed your palm, not breaking eye contact.

Your face turned beet red, mouth agape as you stared into his charming pale green eyes. Light reflected from the candles and bounced off his golden earring, grabbing the attention of the newcomers shuffling into the bar. You held your breath as Leander calmly unwrapped your hand halfway and rested his cheek against your palm.

You had no way of knowing, with your back turned to the entrance of the establishment. And though Leander acted as if the only thing he saw was you, in his peripheral he saw his dearest companions staring at the display before them with a mix of anger, jealousy, sadness, and thinly-veiled disgust.

You absentmindedly ran your fingers over his cheek and dipped down to trace the scar along his jaw. Your lashes fluttered tiredly, as if weighed down by the world. He smiled into your hand and pet your head. "Go take a nap pretty. You look like you need it." You looked away to hide your reddening cheeks and nodded, pulling away and wrapping your hand simultaneously as you trudged up the stairs, completely unaware of the eyes that followed.

Vere slid into his usual seat, pink eyes narrowing on Leander's face. The mage simply stared back blankly, before remembering where he was. A big smile erupted on his face and he grinned at the fox. "Hello Vere. Thirsty?" There was a sharp edge to the questioning lilt of Leander's tone. Vere scowled and reached to grab a bottle of champagne poorly hid by the missing barmaid.

i needed mhin in fem clothes they're so BABY UGHHHHH

lawd this took a while.

TOUCHSTARVED COLORING PAGE :DDDDD for anyone that wants to color it and hates lineart!!!! this is FREE don't steal it and sell it </3

(just download/ save the pic, but it in your drawing app as a layer, and select MULTIPLY as the layer blending mode (search it up if you don't know how) then color under it in a separate layer!!!!!)

"It's just so silly goofy how the MC is so concerned about people seeing their hands but they're apparently so hot that no one cares."

Warnings: MAJOR simping on everyone's behalf i'm sorry, tipsy mc, CONSENT IS KEY, Leander calling your darling is warning enough, ends with Kuras being amazing <3

Pairing: All x Reader

Word Count: 870

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It's hard living like this. Never being able to feel the skin of another person, the bliss of intimacy. Always haunted by what could be. So you kept to yourself.

As everyone drank the night away and laughed and had the time of their lives in the small bar, consuming unholy amounts of watered down beer, you sat alone. Cape wrapped around your body, hood half way to hiding your face. You looked only at your drink. And everyone only looked at you.

As you sat recluse on your barstool at the very edge, five pairs of eyes bore into your back. In your bandaged hands you nursed your eighth glass of cheap whisky. Sipping the burning drink, you rested your chin on you palm. It was cold in the bar. Even wrapped up as you were, you felt the biting of cold on your cursed fingertips.

A chair was pulled out next to you, and down sat a figure. Leander was the first to make his move, unbeknownst to you. His charming grin had faded into a softer smile as he looked down at you. "Face is a bit red, isn't it? Already drunk I see?" His stupid sweet voice almost lulled you to sleep. He was whispering in what was an attempt to preserve your dignity. Not that any of his Bloodhounds cared, they were too busy focusing on a loud drinking game.

You hiccuped quietly and sat up straight, glaring at him with an uncharacteristic pout. "I am not drunk. That's absurd." He just smiled wider and takes your hand into his gloved ones. Your eyes widen as brief panic overtakes you before you remember that this might be the only man in the world capable of touching you and being perfectly fine.

His hands exude a warmth that is foreign to you, encasing your fingers and palm. "Time to retire for the night, don't you think darling?" You scowl and pull your hand away. "N-never- I-" You stand abruptly and topple over your chair. Before your beautiful face reaches for a tantalizing kiss with the floor, two strong arms catch you.

You land in an even warmer embrace. Surely, the floor would have been cold and unforgiving. Instead, Ais peers down at you with a sharp grin of his own, teeth glinting in the soft light emitting from the bar. Your eyes are wide, all alcohol purged from your system. Your face tinges red as he pulls you up, but does not let go.

Just as sudden, you are yanked out of Ais's embrace, a scorching hand on your wrist. Noting with more severe panic that your wrist is covered, you look up to see your assailant. Vere is smirking, but he does not look pleased to see your blush directed at Ais. The fox is... jealous? Just as he opens his mouth to something haughty no doubt, you are once again yanked.

You're confused, head spinning. Swearing to yourself you would never drink again, you survey the room slowly until your sleepy gaze finds your newest assailant. This time it's Mhin, and they are boring holes into Vere's skull. "Don't touch. You- you-" Seething with rage, Mhin barely has the words to express their hatred for the smirking fox.

As they engage in a staring contest with the fox, Ais and Leander watch in amusement. You are left standing there with a dumbfounded expression at the pissing contest being had. Just as you are about to slip away, a hand is placed on your shoulder. You brace yourself as you come face to face with none other than Kuras.

You let out a sigh of relief and a gentle smile appears on his face. He places his second hand onto your forehead, brushing away any hair in the way. "Are you alright? That was quite a frightful fall. You are flushed." You burn hotter as you observe the taller man. He is calm and quiet, and you feel the rest of the bar mute around you, all noises and laughing fading into the background.

There is nothing but Kuras's beaming golden eyes, gazing into your own. You exit quietly as he leads you to your room, his hand never leaving your shoulder. He opens your door and ushers you inside. You're still dazed when he gently pushes you down to sit on the bed and kneels in front of you.

All thoughts are suddenly drained out of your head as you stare down at this beautiful man, kneeling in front of you. He unlaces your boots and pulls them off, placing them neatly beside the door. As he stands back up, you fall down onto your mattress, the air leaving your lungs as Kuras walks back over to you and smiles again. He grabs your blanket and pulls it over you.

the boys are tired your honor (literally only kuras LMAOO) mhin looks like someone ruffled their feathers HAHA PuNS