#margit x reader

You breathe a shaky sigh, arms draping around his waist as they've done so very many times before; and your eyes close as you take in his scent, something earthy and natural and him. He's entirely right. Between your quest to gather the Elden Ring, and his duty to defend it, your nights of heated kisses and breathless declarations have become less and less common...

Your hands tighten in his cloak, and you pull; and as he ever does, he follows, comes down to press his lips against your own. That hand on your back clutches, holds you still, keeps you in place as though he'll never let go; and though you know it cannot be, you wish he never would.

You are pillagers both, yourself and Margit; thieves who have captured one another's hearts, as spoils of a battle neither of you truly wish to win.

But tonight, as he presses you into the grass and holds your wrists in one large hand, as you kiss him and roll him onto his back to no resistance, as your fingertips trail up the nakedness of his quivering thighs and they part for you so immediately...

In this moment, you are not warriors, nor enemies, nor even pillagers.

Once you had gotten the Great Rune from defeating Godrick, your first order of business was to take the memento you had found from her people that had gone up to the castle without her. You were happy to give her closure, but especially to have her decide to go to the Roundtable Hold and not get herself grafted. She would be safe there, at least for the current time, so the was certainly an ease to your mind. You wouldn’t have let her go through with the grafting even if she decided to try it, but you were thankful you didn’t even need to stop her in the first place.

While at the hold, you received a lengthy lecture from Sir Gideon, and an even lengthier lecture from the Two Fingers; the latter was relayed very slowly through one of their Finger Maidens, the elderly woman sounding winded after every few words. When you were ready to head out on your travels again, you most felt the pull to go to the Atlus Plateau. Sir Gideon had said the lord here was Morgott the Veiled King, who dwelled in the capital city.

Perhaps it was because the name reminded you of a certain omen that you wouldn’t mind to beat again after all of the grief that he had given you. But, you did also know that if Margit and Godrick were considered to be on the lower end of the power spectrum, then the other lords weren’t people to go against without plenty of work leading up to them. There was also the thought that if this Morgott was the king of the capital city itself, the he must have been one of the most powerful of all of them. Still, there was that ever present pull of the Golden Grace within your soul, this still felt like it was the right place to be.

You couldn’t complain about it either. The soft, ever present glow of the Erdtree and its falling leaves shined beautifully off of the soft grass and white birch trees that covered the plains you rode your faithful Torrent across. Things were so peaceful here. It was almost difficult to think of finding things that wanted to harmed you; though, this was still the Lands Between, and you were well aware that threats were still everywhere. Still, there was this odd feeling that you were supposed to find something here, like you were supposed to be here. Though, even with this feeling, you were none the wiser on what it was supposed to be. It would certainly be convenient if the Great Will would tell you what you needed to do specifically instead of leaving you guessing.

After you had traveled the Atlus Plateau for about a day, you noticed that you had entered a more wooded area. There was more of a gloom to this place, and the ticker the trees got, the more on edge you became. Darting your eyes from side to side to try to keep tabs on your surroundings, you kept getting the feeling that something was now following you. While you had your head turned, there was suddenly the sound of snapping twigs and creaking wood in front of you. Faster than you could react, something swung at you, knocking you onto the ground and making poor Torrent vanish to dodge the attack.

While you were trying to push yourself up off of the muddy ground, damp leaves making your hands slip the whole time, there was a horrible sound that resembled the shriek of a person and the squeal of a pig tore through the air. A figure emerged, seemingly out of one of the trees, and started shambling toward you. You managed to get yourself up, but another screech rang out from behind you. You dodged a swipe from the creature in front of you. Before you could get your weapon out, more shuffling and shrieking started to come from all sides. Then these creatures started heaving and spewing out a pitch colored, smoke-like substance. It swallows you almost instantly, making your eyes burn and your chest heave violently with violent coughs. Though you weren’t sure of the exact ending of being in this miasma, you knew that the immediate result was keeping you from protecting yourself. There had to be another attack, or many, coming at you any second, and you were too incapacitated to do anything about it.

Even with the efforts you were making to escape it felt like there were these tree creatures and the assault on your senses were everywhere you turned; there could have been even more than your stinging eyes and clouded vision was allowing you to see. Just as it seemed that there was nothing that could be done for you, something grabbed the back of your shirt and lifted you like grabbing a cat by its scruff. The next feeling that came almost felt like you were flying. You weren’t sure that whatever, or possibly whoever was spiriting you away was necessarily friendly, but for the moment you didn’t care. You were getting out of the forest and away from whatever those creatures were. Just as you were starting to wonder how far you were going to be taken, you were sat down on a somewhat rocky patch of ground.

“I don’t know what you want with-“ you started to say to the other party who just sat you down before you were slightly lifted again, just to be shoved and held face first into a body of cold water. You were pulled out a few moments later and flipped over. Before you could anything else, you were shoved back into the water with a yelp, this time face up. Your hands shot up to grip at whatever was holding you down. Your heart felt like it dropped to your stomach when you felt an arm- an arm that had thick, fur-like hair that you had only known one person to have. This had to be an omen. Once the flowing water had cleared your eyes and you saw exactly what omen it was, you let out a frustrated scream; anger filled bubbles carrying muffled curses at your target.

“ ‘Tis a fine way to drown thyself, Fool Tarnished,” Margit snorted as he lifted you and unceremoniously dropped you on the ground.

“If you wanted me drowned,” you coughed and sputtered, “you were doing a fine enough job without my help!”

“If I desired thee drowned, thou wouldst not have the breath to accuse me of such. Of this fact we are both aware.”

“So, then, why didn’t you?” You questioned.

There was little more than a silent glare from him as you stood and gave yourself more space. Still being riled up by everything that had just happened, you, rather unwisely, continued, “What about what you said when we last met? I believe you mentioned something about how you would, ‘brook me no quarter.’” The last bit was said in dramatic interpretation of his voice, which he obviously scowled at.

Margit placed both his hands on the top of his staff and leaned his weight onto it. “Odd as it may seem to thee, there is honor to be found in these lands,” though he kept his scowl, his visible eye betrayed a glint of mischief, “Little of that honor could be found in fighting one with the countenance of a half-drowned rat.”

You were tired- physically, mentally, emotionally- and being around him certainly wasn’t helping. You decided to sit on the ground, practically throwing yourself down. What was he going to do? Try to kill you? You knew that if he wanted to, there was no stopping him with the shape you were in right now; at least that would afford you a trip back to a site of Grace. You gave a defeated sigh. “You know, Margit,” you started as you looked up at the golden leaves fluttering through the air, “I think I just realized why you feel such a need to degrade people. Your own self worth must be rather low. At least that would make sense of why you’re so insistent on making yourself seem like you’re more important; even if it’s just to a ‘lowly tarnished,’ like me.”

Margit’s face took a dark look; brooding enough that even though you couldn’t see you, you definitely felt the burn of his gaze on you. “It would do thee well to hold thy tongue concerning things of which thou’rt ignorant of,” the almost primal growl the words came with sent a chill into the air that then ran down your spine.

Still, you were too tired to heed warnings, either from omens or your own senses, so you chuckled dryly and continued. “Oh, so you have the privilege to speak your mind whenever and to whoever you want, but when someone turns that attitude back on you they’re taking things too far?” It wasn’t an angry yell that left your mouth, but something much more accusatory than volume could ever send.

There was the crunching of gravel as Margit walked closer to you. He glowered down at you, both of you holding that look as you both thought of ways of getting back at each other. Why there were no actual blows traded, neither of you could say. The longer you both looked at each other, the more it seemed that Margit was looking for something in your features. Just as your face softened as you started your ponder what he could possibly be looking for, you were being lifted by the collar of your shirt and flung back toward the river.

Little did Margit know that you were just close enough to him that when you felt yourself about to go flying, you were able to reach out and grab the collar of his cloak. The momentum of your body being throw was enough to cause you to pull him into the frigid water with you.

Between the suddenness of being tossed a the cold of the water, you were a bit panicked as you flailed to stand in the water. Once you had, you found everything below your mid-chest was still in the water. Margit who was also regaining his balance, was fairing a bit better than you were with his waist and higher being above the cold current. The two of you watched each other once more, though this time in bewilderment on what to do from here. You were the one that answered that question; you started to laugh.

“We are quite that pair, aren’t we?” You teased as you started to make your way out of the river. Margit stayed where he was, not even making the slightest move or acknowledgment of you or what you had said. Once you were out of the river, you reached out your hand to help him out. The only thing that was more surprising than this action, was the one that followed it; Margit, after a few hesitant moments, took your hand in his, accepting your offer of help.

You must have been getting too off course or something of the sort, because as you were helping Margit out of the water, the pull that Grace would administer when you were meant to do something almost felt like it was practically burning your soul. Though, as usual, you didn’t know exactly what it meant. It simply felt like there was warmth all over you. It wasn’t until you felt Margit’s hand completely enveloped yours as he slightly squeezed it that you snapped back to the world around you.

“Why?” Margit asked. Neither of you knew if there was a single question or too many questions to count implied in the single word. There was something odd happening, and both Margit and yourself were struggling to make sense of it. As you both realize that your hands were still in each other’s, you moved yours to your side and landed on the answer, “Well, it would do you no good to stay in the water. Not when it’s that cold.”

There was a single chuckle that more so hitched Margit’s chest then made a sound before he replied, “And, my health is of concern to thee? Were it such the case when that creature of thine assailed me with its vile substances!”

There was a scoff that was made purposefully clear in his voice. It would make sense that even if Aurelia didn’t deal lasting damage, her poison probably didn’t have the most pleasant effects on one’s body. A verbal apology wasn’t given though; simply a sympathetic look. It did happen while the two of you were fighting each other tooth and nail. The next moment you whistled to summon Torrent. The pull to find what you were supposed to do was starting to become a bit too intense to be comfortable.

“Hast thou something pressing, Tarnished?” Margit jeered as you mounted onto Torrent’s back.

“Yes, actually,” you replied in kind, “finding somewhere that you can’t bother me.”

“ ‘Tis a difficult task thou hast given thyself. Thou shalt be hard pressed to find the rare place that I cannot be at readily,” Margit responded after he shook some of the moisture from his snowy hair.

You rolled your eyes at the declaration. There was no way that could really be true… could it? In any case you were going on your way. “Don’t you have things that you need to tend to as well? I’m sure that if you’re here the you have something to do to help Lord Morgott.”

“Something of the like,” he grunted back, his emotions on the topic unreadable.

“Well, then, I hope the good Lord makes you as miserable as you like to make me!” You called back as you started to ride away.

Morgott

Morgott has pretty thick skin. He's used to insults, and sneers thrown his way. He can take a lot of disrespect unfazed. And with you to reassure, and praise him? Nothing really gets to him anymore.

The moment someone has the audacity to disrespect you however? Especially if they target your gender dysphoria purposefully.

It would take a divine act of the greater will to stop him from putting the offender in their place, or you holding him back, should you wish to avoid violence.

Morgott is not one to throw around his power, and title as Lord of Lyndell so casually. But for you he'll take advantage of it's privilege to make sure the offender pays for their insult.

Expect extra attention for as long as your dysphoria eats at you.

Morgott will be with you constantly, well more than usual. Mother hen mode has activated.

He'll offer as much of gender affirming praises that you need.

He'll take you into his arms and trail kisses along the parts of yourself you may feel uncomfortable with.

Morgott would wrap you so gently around his tail, and bring you flush against his chest as he whispers everything he loves about you in your ear.

"Allow none to tell thee who thou art. And should they yet persist, I will be by thy side, always, to ward those vermin away."

Mohg

The person that disrespected you has now permanently volunteered for, the very available position, of bloodflame incantation test dummy. The new recruits will be very pleased :)

Mohg will show the offender no mercy, and will let you choose whether they die quickly, or slowly.

If Varré is part of the relationship, he will carry out the deed. Should you prefer the offender to die quickly, Varré will "accidentally" make them suffer.

Mohg would be quick to wash your dysphoria away.

He'll bring you close, using his wings to shield you from everything else. He'll trace his claws gently across your cheeks before cupping your face in his hands. He brings his face close to yours, your breaths mixing, and traces his tongue over your lips and across your face then finally to your ear. Where he'll whisper to you gender affirming praises, among other praises ;)

Anytime he mentions a body part of yours he likes, he'll give it a gentle caress before giving it a teasing squeeze.

"My dearest consort. Should any dare slander thy name, allow them no mercy."

Varré

The offender will know immediately they fucked up. Whether you notice Varré's menacing aura behind you, depends on how murderous he's feeling that day.

You know for a fact that the offender wont live to see tomorrow.

Varré will take his sweet time showing the offender the error of their ways. Should you be feeling especially dysphoric, however, he'll deal with the offender quickly.

Regardless of how fast they're dealt with, you won't see it. Varré prefers to make sure you see only the best sides of him, even if you already know what he's capable of.

When you do see him again, he'll be nice, and clean. Ready to take you in his arms.

He'll whisper praises to you as he pets you gently with one hand, and holds one of your hands with his other.

He'll have also brought you a bouquet of roses. Some of which he'll remove the thorns from so he can adorn you, without pricking you.

"My sweet little Lambkin. You are a radiant rose, and should any wish to pluck you, show them your thorns."

Rennala

Rennala cant imagine why anyone would disrespect you in such a way. You, her dearly beloved, who she holds so close to her heart, deserves not a second of this insult.

She's the most civil than anyone else on this list, but by no means does that imply that the offender will not know the full might of the Carian Queen, and the majesty she conjureth.

Once the offender is put in their place, whether that be 6 feet under, or much deeper to be worked to the bone in the mines, is up to you.

Rennala will hold you to her, resting your head comfortably on her chest. She'll sing to you until you're fast asleep.

She'll set all her work aside for the rest of the day, so she may spend time with you. Rennala wants to make sure that the offenders words are out of your mind, for they hold no merit.

"Rest my dearest. Tomorrow thou shall awake stronger than before. For it is another day the land bows to the majesty of thy soul."

Rykard, and Tanith

They're already plotting the offenders demise. There is no escape from their fury.

Rykard is quick to distract you while Tanith is busy attending to some... urgent business :)

Pre-devour Rykard will pull you to his chest, and plant kisses on your face, his beard tickling you. He'll make sure you know how much he loves you. Whether it be from praises, or his wandering hands, and lips.

Post-devour Rykard will have you safely snuggled on his body like a heated nest.

Although he is insecure about his voice, he knows you would never mean any harm or disrespect against him, so he'll do impressions for you to make you laugh. Eventually you'll forget about the offender.

Once Tanith returns, you'll notice her loyal Crucible Knight is suspiciously absent. You'll quickly forget your observation as Tanith joins you by your side.

Her arms slips around your waist, and her mask is set aside. She'll place a gentle kiss on your cheek, and then another on your lips.

The three of you will engage in whatever conversation catches your fancy. The rest of the day is spent in eachothers company.

"A true family stands by thy side, and supports thee through thick and thin."

"Should you find that to not be the case, then do not hesitate to leave, and find your true family. Family is not given, it is earned."

Blaidd

Blaidd is quick to correct the offender, thinking they were unaware of your real name, and gender.

Once he catches on that it's intentional, Blaidd's demeanor quickly changes. He serves them a chilling threat. His size, and fangs are suddenly more noticeable to the offender.

This alone would cause most to scurry with their tails between their legs, but should the offender foolishly stand their ground, they'll meet the unfortunate end of Blaidd's sword.

After the offender is dealt with, Blaidd will tell you to pay no heed to their words.

He'll take your hand in his large ones, and you'll both continue with your journey together.

You'll notice Blaidd saying your name more, and taking more opportunities to use your pronouns, should you use any.

If you're still feeling dysphoria, he'll settle down to rest with you. Discarding most of his armor so he can pull you to his fluffy chest, knowing full well how you adore being surrounded by his soft warmth.

He'll also opt to play games with you. Such as hide and seek, fetch /hj, sparring, or any other games or activities you have in mind.

Many may find it childish, but Blaidd doesn't care. If it makes you happy why force yourself to give it up just because you're an adult?

Besides there are plenty of adult activities he'd be more than willing to participate in ;)

"Don't let anyone tell you what you can and can't be, my love. Who are they to decide that? I like to picture it this way. If it sounds like something Seluvis would say, then I know it's full of shite."

Marika

It doesn't matter who the offender is, they just made the biggest mistake of their life, and most likely the last.

Marika is always so patient, and sweet with you, that it's really easy to forget how cruel, and cold she can be.

The offender will be executed for sure. Whether it's a public, or private execution will depend on you. Marika values, and respects your input, and since this concerns you, she wants to include you in that decision.

If you have the negotiating skills of a god, and are able to convince Marika not to have the offender killed, she'll demand that they receive a fitting punishment.

She'll have you decide on the punishment, but if you decide to let her choose, know that whatever she picks is final, and will be much worse than whatever you could imagine.

She expresses a lot of her love language in acts of service, so she feels that punishing the offender, is an ample display of her affection for you.

However, if you express otherwise, or the offenders words still ail you? Expect high praise, gifts, affection, and whatever you desire. She'll spoil you more than she usually does.

"Never lower thyself to the level of those who spit at your feet. Thou will only break thy back."

Radagon

Radagon is genuinely very shocked that someone that stupid even exists. First of all, to even have the audacity to disrespect you period. Second of all, to do so with him present? He severely doubts the offender has a will to live.

Just like Marika, it's so easy to forget what Radagon is capable of. He's so loving, patient, and approachable with you, that when he does a 180, it always takes you by surprise.

Unlike Marika, he will consult you on the offenders fate from the get go. However, whatever you choose know that he will not let the Offender slide too easily, no matter how merciful you may choose to be.

Whatever the offenders fate, he'll make sure that you don't take the offenders disrespect to heart.

Radagon would do absolutely anything to reassure you, and get your mind off it.

He doesn't usually spoil you as rotten as Marika would, but makes exceptions when you're feeling especially down, or dysphoric.

He will be at your beck and call. Whatever you ask for, he'll personally do. Whether it be to get you something, a massage, praises, or affection. He'll do it with purpose, and passion.

He'll also take you on walks through nature, as he believes it can be soothing to the soul. If you wish to eat, he'll somehow already have a picnic spot ready for you.

Radagon is a devoted lover.

"Turn thy head away, and look at me. Without thee, the sun will never shine the same, and the very winds will change it's course. Thou art a force of nature, and the world would be emptier without thee."

Godwyn, and Fortissax

(Some inspiration from @/prismatic-starstuff thoughts on Godwyn's temper. You are gods send, and i really appreciate you! Check out their blog, it's hella awesome!)

Some, especially foolish, people may mistake Godwyn as a pushover. He's kind, gentle, and patient with all he meets. That kindness should not be mistaken as weakness, as anyone who's seen, the very rare instances of Godwyn's anger.

The quote from the wiseman's fear, about the anger of a gentle man, fits Godwyn well.

Whoever disrespected you in front of not only Godwyn, but also Fortissax, has a bigger death wish than any of the other offenders on this list.

Who looks at the lover of not just a demigod, but also a notorious dragon, and goes "Yeah, Im gonna shit on that person in particular"???

The offender is either dead on the spot, or later to spare you the scene. (The former is more likely)

Fortissax genuinely doesn't understand those that don't know to mind their own business, especially on matters that dont concern them.

It also doesn't understand the discourse on gender identity either. If someone states how they identify, how difficult is it to respect that? It can think of an endless amount of things more difficult. Like trying to avoid it's sisters wrath when it knows it's done fucked up, like that one time. Fortissax shudders at the memory.

It'll tell you not to pay anything to the offenders words. Their words have no worth, and shouldn't plague you.

If Fortissax does notice it still bothers you, It'll offer to nap with you. Sleep usually helps it when something is on it's mind, so it'll take you in it's large clawed hand, and hold you gently to its chest, or neck. Or just this once, should you insist, it'll allow you to lay on it's warm snout.

Don't tell a soul, especially Lansseax, she'll never let it hear the end of it.

Godwyn will set aside a few days to spend quality time with you, and Fortissax.

He'll also offer to write you poetry should the offenders words still bother you.

He will write an entire book of poetry on how wonderful you are if he has to. He wants you to see yourself the way he does.

He'll hold you close as you both cuddle against Fortissax, the dragon already having it's arm trapping you both to it's chest.

Godwyn will kiss every inch of you, gender affirming praises whispered in-between. His hands wandering wherever his lips are not. He'll worship you.

Once he's satisfied, and you're feeling better, he'll take a nap with his lovers.

"What wisdom wouldst a blinking idiot with their head in the ground offer thee? Scowl upon them, and move on. Waste not a moment more."

 -Morgott at first is shocked that you'd want him in such a way, but when you confirm that you truly want him. He will not protest.

-He doesn't say it but he has a praise kink. Tell him he is beautiful, worship his body, say he is perfect. He can't help but fall in love with you all over again

-On the topic of worship, if you worship his dick the man will let out the most beautiful moans, begging you not to stop

-His hands will be on your head, not to push you down his lenght further but to keep him grounded

-You will hear endless praise as you take him in your mouth.

-He insist in returning the favor, he will devourer you like a staverd man. Use his horns as a handle and he will moan against you. Morgott keeps you pressed against his face, having an iron grip.

-Now when it is time for the main event, he will ask you again if you are sure that you want him before he enters you

-Oh and when he does, he'll hold you impossibly close, afraid that'd you dissapear.

-You'd be deliciously filled to the brim, Morgott would stay still for a bit so you can get used to him

-Ask him to move and he will immediatly

-The Omen King will feel countless emotions, love, adoriation and awe for he cannot fathom how he was lucky enough to have you

-To him you are perfect

-His thrusts will become more rapid the closer he gets to his release, pull on his Horns or Tail and he will let out the most sinful moans as cums inside you.

-After everything he will hold and kiss you.