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ma1dmer · 1 month

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Bloodborne - Lady Maria of the Astral Clocktower NSFW

i am blushing just thinking of her

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): not the best at it, but she keeps close to you like a guard dog, she'll let you hold her hand as she sits next to you on the bed, she'll urge you to fall asleep softly, but that's as far as she is capable without you asking for something specifically

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): your skin, she trails her hands up and down your body as she slowly strips you, firstly with gloved hesitant fingers, and then quickly removes them before grabbing you fully, she enjoys the colour of it, the feel of it, the smell of it, the way it bruises so easily under her hold, she also loves marking you up

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): she loves making a mess of you, uses her fingers and then has you lick them clean obediently, gently dragging them across your tongue

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): your scent is like a drug to her, she'll hold onto your underwear to smell, such a lowly and depraved thing for a woman as imposing as herself, but she cannot help the feral and hungry urge that grabs ahold of her whenever she has anything that has your scent on it

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): she has some experience, not a lot, with the hunt and everything going on, it was the furthest thing in her mind, but she is a quick study, observant to every detail, every shudder and gasp and clench of your body

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): you, sat on her lap, thighs invitingly spread over her own, preferably fully naked while she still dons her hunting gear, she'll make you work for it, hands behind your back rubbing yourself against her thighs, bonus points if you can get off like that

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): serious and intense, she gets scary sometimes with the way her gaze darkens ,as if she is ready to devour you whenever she sets her sight on you

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): doesn't bother with it, its soft and fair like her hair but there's a lot of it

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): she makes you swoon, she gently takes hold of your hand and brings the back of it to her lips as she bows for you and she is such a poet with her words, her treatment is rough but she whispers such flowery prose in your ears that you almost forget how sore you are left after everything is said and done

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): doesn't care to do it by herself, especially if she has you by her side, she'll wait patiently for your next visit, she has nothing but patience and time in her hands after all

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): scent kink, bloodplay, boot worship, clothed sex etc

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): she has no shame, not any more especially, if she wants you amongst beasts and men she'll have you, you have to be the one to stop her before things get too far, her face buried in your neck her hands climbing up and inside your thighs

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): she doesn't like to play coy, you have to straight up tell her what you want, and if you can't, out of shame or embarrassment, she'll help you

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): she does not share, she will never accept bringing someone else into your love life

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): she wants you on your knees, working for it with just your mouth, hands behind your back, she'll barely even help you remove her pants, you'll have to figure it out by yourself, using your teeth to unlace her, mouthing against the fabric before she finally lets you remove them with a lift of her hips

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): slow and torturous, she is methodical and unrelenting, unmovable when she finds that spot that makes you squirm

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): she refuses to be rushed, if you fall into her clutches be prepared to lose a lot of time, try to rush her and she'll purposefully drag it out

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): depends what you mean by risk, some would say just having sex with her is a risk of its own, but not really she knows what she enjoys so she sticks to that

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): she will have you crying and trembling from exhaustion, sweetly asking you to hold out for her a bit longer, just a bit

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): doesn't care for them, doesn't care what you do on your own time, but it's not something that appeals to her, she'll try a few times to use them for you, but immediately forget or purposefully abandon them in favour of touching you with her own hands

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): she is not a tease, quite the opposite actually, she is more likely to overstimulate you, holding you down as you beg for her, not sure if you want her to stop or keep going

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): she is silent, unnervingly so, silent and still like a predator observing her prey ready to pounce, taking in your sounds and your ravaged appearance

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): if she had a grave, she'd definitely be the kind to want to fuck you on it, taking you aside on top of the cold stone, feeling your warmth leave your body as she slowly strips you from your layers, watching you shiver trapped beneath her

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): she is a tad obsessive, maybe thats a byproduct of the beast blood inside her, she does a good enough job from hiding that part of herself from you, but its there in the way she gazes at you whenever you come visit her

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): doesn't quite rest, she needs to be sure you are safe before she is comfortable to lay back down with you, the dangers of beasts and the hunt calling to her a constant worry in her head, you need to pull her down to convince her to finally relax

#lady maria of the astral clocktower #lady maria bloodborne #lady maria smut #lady maria x reader #bloodborne #bloodborne x reader #bloodborne smut #.writing #lady maria of the astral clocktower x reader #lady maria of the astral clocktower smut

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mochimochi10281 · 5 months

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⚠️ATTENTION⚠️

Note! This is an illustration of X reader. Please be careful if you are not good at it.

The opponent's appearance has a nondescript design.

Micolash

Damian

#bloodborne x reader #micolash x reader

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redeyerhaenyra · 8 months

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No words needed

Summary: In which Micolash breaks into your room to fuck and then cuddle you. Reader is a Byrgenwerth student!

Warnings: Somnophilia, fem reader, pwp, p in v sex, vaginal fingering, breaking and entering, slight dubcon?

Notes: My first Micolash fic! My favourite bloodborne sexyman finally gets his debut :) Please tell me what you thought in the comments! I will definitely be writing for him more! Enjoy!

Wc: 1.2k

Unbeknownst to some, Byrgenwerth actually provided dormitories for it's students. They only consisted of a single room with a bed and wardrobe, but it was enough for you. With the money you had to spare, you'd gone out one day, after classes had finished, and bought yourself a lovely soft blanket to cuddle up in on cold winter nights. It was the perfect thing to lull you to sleep, warm and cozy.

You'd already fallen asleep, slept for a while, and then woken up. It was still dark out- you assumed it to be very early in the morning, and decided, since lessons didn't start for several more hours, to stay put in bed. You allowed yourself to grow weary once more, and snuggled down into the depths of your bed, fading in and out of unconsciousness.

However, you were alerted awake, by the sound of your door being meddled with. For modesty's sake, it was quite customary for ladies to lock their bedroom door at night, to halt any scoundrels from attempting to take their innocence before their husbands could. Every time you heard the lock being picked, you grew a tad frightened that it might not be who you suspect it to be, but it always ended up being him.

Micolash always got to bed late, whether it be his own, or yours. Staying up all night studying in Byrgenwerth's expansive library, you couldn't blame him, really. But still.. sleep was a good thing. You'd told him time and time again that he should sleep more, but he wouldn't have any of it. The pursuit of knowledge was something he'd regularly push the limits of his body to achieve.

He was a menace to your mental state, really. You were forever worrying about him. Though, the feeling of the mattress dipping down as he tumbled into bed with you, finally, relieved your constant worry, even if only slightly. You were quite sure he'd not even taken his shoes off, let alone his clothes, but you didn't mind too much. No matter what obstacles may lay in his path, Micolash always, eventually, found his way into your bed.

He preferred to lay behind you, and spoon you, and so that is where he maneuvered himself to be. Behind you, tugging you closer to him, as if even a breath apart from you was painful. His hands seemed jittery, you heard his ragged breathing across your neck, and gasped quietly when all of a sudden he had pulled your hips to his, and ground himself against you, so you could feel something hot and hard straining itself in the confines of his trousers. You swore he moaned a little into your ear.

Ah. So that's why he was so jittery. Had he walked all the way to your room, from the library, with that pressing against his trousers? There was probably no one else around at this time, but still.. you felt a tad sorry for him.

Though maybe, perhaps, he'd only developed such an arousal when seeing you laid in bed, hair spread out on the pillow above you like a halo, of sorts. He'd one told you before that seeing you so peaceful, angel-like, did something for him.

You'd ask him later, as right now your mind was a little fried from Micolash's sudden onslaught. His hands were cold, and you yelped a little when with one hand, he aggressively pulled up your nightdress to rest around your hips, and with the other, pull down the neckline of the garment so that your breasts were freed.

You could practically hear his grin of delight. His fingers were icy cold, and thin. Your nipples were quick to pebble as he roughly tugged and twisted them. Breathing became somewhat difficult, hoarse and staggered, as tiny moans were forced from your throat.

One hand stayed on your chest, now massaging gently, while another crept down to squirm it's way between your legs. You sighed into him, then yelped once again, louder this time, as the dastardly man chose to pinch your clit tight between his fingers, just enough until it hurt, before retreating to rub soothing circles around the nub. Your eyes watered a little.

Micolash's own breathing grew more laboured, the sound of you yelping in part pain, part pleasure, was music to his ears. His cock twitched, and he grinded himself against you more feverntly now. You knew he was desperate to ram his cock inside of you, but the subtle affection showed by making sure you were wet and stretched enough first was not gone unnoticed by you.

The fingers circling your clit scampered away, finding your drooling entrance, and eagerly plunge themselves inside of you, immediately curling against the spot that just made you melt. Micolash's fingers were so long, they reached all the good spots inside you- and you had to bite the pillow the keep your wanton moans from escaping. These walls were thin, afterall. And if anyone were to find out that a young, unmarried woman of your status was frolicking about in bed late at night with a man, most would not look too favourably upon you. Micolash giggled childishly behind you. Smug bastard.

He was your smug bastard though.

Eventually, whilst you couldn't lie that his fingers were tremendous inside of you, you grew hungry for Micolash's cock instead, letting him know by pressing your bum backwards and roughly rubbing against his crotch. He whined against your ear, and you whined back.

This time, you both were frantically pulling clothes apart. Both of your hands clashed as they tried to be the ones to tug down Micolash's trousers to finally free his cock. You felt the heat of it against your thigh.

Micolash may have been thin and wry, but he was still bigger than you. He manhandled your leg upwards, holding you with one hand under your knee, your tiny cunt finally exposed to him. It was a sight that always made him shiver. Tomorrow, has going to eat your pussy like it had never been eaten before. For now, Micolash could not bare to be apart from you any longer. He angled himself, them thrusted forward, giving you no time to adjust to how lengthy his cock was as he rapidly plunged in and out of your wet heat.

Micolash was always loud during sex, grunting and moaning into your ear- you'd told him not to, that people would talk. He didn't care, of course he didn't. You instead chose to bite the pillow to stop wanton moans erupting from your throat. Even in such a quick and ruthless session, there was a tenderness in the way he held you, in the way he rubbed tight circles around your clit with his free hand. You were both terribly in love with eachother, and there were no words needed to express such affections.

Soon, you both climaxed. Micolash's thrusts stuttering as your rhythmically clenching walls drained him of every last drop of cum he had. You squirmed in his arms as your own orgasm overtook you, washing over you, filling your senses to the brim, much like his cock in your pussy. Sweating and panting, both of you snuggled nearer eachother. Micloash gently pulled out of you, you felt his cum dribble out of your cunt, but you were too tired now to clean it up.

Micolash buried his face in your hair, tugging your small hands into his larger one's, and rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles. Once again, no words were needed. Why use words to tell one another things you both already knew?

Micolash knew you loved him. And you know that he loved you, too.

#smut #micolash #micolash host of the nightmare #bloodborne #bloodborne micolash #micolash x reader #micolash smut #bloodborne x reader

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animatorweirdo · 3 months

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A Dream or Reality?

Finrod had unknowingly changed his fate when he met a hunter from another world.

(This is a fic I kinda abandoned in my WIPs and have no motivation or what so ever to edit or do proper work on it, so there are certain mistakes. A crossover between Silmarillion and Bloodborne. I didn't want to simply put it in the trash, so I hope you like it. Another note: I haven't played Bloodborne, so I'm sorry if some of the things are wrong. )

Warnings: violence, blood, reader scaring most of the elves, using a gun, a lot of fighting, mentions of getting eaten by a wolf, and reader coming to rescue Finrod.

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Finrod’s first encounter with you was strange and sudden.

He was on patrol with his men, seeking something else to do besides his royal duties and ensuring no orcs were hiding in his lands, trying to find out the location of his kingdom.

The patrol was going more easily than he expected, so he allowed himself and his men to take a break at a river, enjoying the sounds of the flowing river and letting the horses drink after hours of riding. The sun was at its highest, so Finrod was certain no orc or other creature of darkness would ambush them at such a peaceful hour.

That was it till he heard shooting in the distance.

The horses were startled by the sudden sounds of what seemed to sound like explosions. Finrod had never heard such sounds before, so he didn’t know what to call them. However, the sounds were then accompanied by the howls of wargs– sounds which he knew very well and gave him a feeling something serious was happening.

Finrod rallied his men and rode to investigate, following the sounds, which became louder as he got closer. He then arrived at a scene of a lone edain fending off a pack of wargs.

You were shooting down the wargs one by one with a strange projectile-like weapon that created an explosion from the top of its pipe and sent something small yet fast flying at the wargs, killing them instantly.

In your other hand, you held a strange saw-like weapon that seemed to be folded in a way, using it to cut down the wargs that came too close for your liking. It suddenly changed form as you plunged it into the warg’s chest and threw the beast over your shoulder, letting it die on the ground as your weapon changed back.

Finrod was surprised, to say at least. Your weapons were strange yet efficient contraptions.

With his elven sight, he noticed your movements and reactions getting slower and clumsier. You also left a trail of blood in your steps, so it was clear you were injured and would soon get mauled by the pack if he didn’t do something. You were clearly getting too exhausted to handle the wargs by yourself, so he needed to step in and save you before it was too late.

He ordered his men to shoot down the rest of the wargs as he came to you, dropping down from his horse when you fell to the ground, obviously exhausted and wounded.

However, before he could touch you or even ask to see your injuries – you pushed your weapon at him, breathing heavily and with fear in your eyes. Finrod stayed still, trying not to startle you even though he was unnerved by the scent of something burning within the pipe of your weapon. He saw what it did to the wargs, so he was not keen on finding out what it could do to him, especially from such close range.

His men were ready to shoot you, but he told them to stand back.

Your hold on the weapon was shaking, and the frightened look in your eyes told him you had never seen his kind before and the rush of fighting to stay alive was still affecting you.

Finrod remained calm and slowly but gently assured you he was a friend and wanted to help.

You cautiously laid your weapon down, confused by his fair appearance and calming voice but convinced he was not a monster or an illusion to trick your mind. He offered to check on your wounds, but before you could say anything – the blood loss you had suffered during the fight made you lose consciousness.

Concerned, he quickly took you to his kingdom and left you in the care of the healers, who tried their best to stabilize your condition even though the odds seemed to be against you. He feared you would die despite his efforts, but luckily, you survived and fell into a deep sleep.

He left you to rest in peace, letting the healers watch over you and wait for you to awaken from your sleep. However, he was confused when they told him about the unusual healing speed of your wounds. They had given you medicine, but your injuries seemed to have recovered in a matter of a day without leaving scars. It was like you were never in a fight in the first place.

It was way too quick for a human, and not only that — you also seemed to be bothered by an illness of sorts.

Finrod was concerned by the news, but he knew he could not do much about your condition. He will only find out when you wake up and tell him who you are and what this sickness was.

It took a few days for you to recover, and when you finally woke up, you were startled to see yourself in a new place without your weapons and dark garments they took to be fixed and washed from the blood. It was a good thing Finrod was visiting when you woke up because you nearly wounded some of the healers in your panic.

It was chaotic, but Finrod managed to calm you down before you accidentally injured his people.

He tried to talk to you when you calmed down and went back to rest on the bed. You seemed much more docile around him but did not utter a word. Strangely, you seemed to be trying to figure out if you were in a dream of sorts or trying to find something hiding in the corners. At least taken by your constant cautious and suspicious look in your eyes.

It was such a strange behavior. Finrod could definitely tell you were not from Beleriand since everything seemed so new and strange for you, minus your weapons and clothes, which were strangely fashioned.

But when you spoke for the first time, he was both delighted and even more perplexed.

“Is this a dream?” you asked him.

Finrod was not certain how to answer since you looked at him seriously, yearning for the answer to your question. It gave him thoughts if you had something to do with dreams before that had greatly affected your mind.

He assured you were not in a dream, and everything was real. You didn’t seem very convinced but took the answer and didn’t speak much.

When he asked where you were from; you told him you were from a city called Yharnam which he was not familiar with like you weren’t familiar with Nargothrond or Middle Earth.

It was one of the last times you spoke so much. Now you mostly answered with hums and nods.

Finrod took you for a quiet person, so he didn’t push you to talk when he started visiting you, bringing some sweets and filling you in about his people and the kingdom and the world outside.

You listened attentively and rarely answered his questions with words.

You told him you were a hunter and your home had been plagued with a terrible disease that turned people into monsters. Your task was to hunt these monsters while trying to find a cure for the illness within you.

Finrod felt sympathetic for you, especially when there was no known cure yet for your illness.

The last thing you remember was an odd feeling taking over you during a fight then you woke up somewhere unknown, ambushed by the pack of wargs.

Since it would take time for you to find a way back to your home. Finrod allowed you to stay and even offered the help of his healers to find a cure for your illness.

You gratefully accepted the offer even though you had doubts even his healers could find the cure and thus – your stay in Nargothrond began.

Finrod’s people felt unease by your presence when you got better and started walking around. You were quiet and dressed strangely. They had also heard about the weapons you possessed, so no one dared to approach you.

You followed Finrod around like a shadow, listening to him and rarely speaking. It intimidated the elves of Nargothrond even though their king did not seem to mind, already used to your silence.

Celegorm, however, decided to test your patience, throwing slight insults and trying to gain any reaction from you. It was pretty clear to you, so you paid him no mind and continued with your own business, talking with Finrod and working with the healers on the possible cure for you.

It of course made him try harder, but you have faced darker things, so his jabbing was nothing thus there was nothing to gain by ingulding his attention-seeking behaviour, so it was rather easy.

When Finrod couldn’t contain his curiosity anymore, he asked you about your weapons, especially about the projectile weapon that made explosions.

You were confused till you realized he was talking about your pistol, so you then gave a brief explanation and even demonstrated how to use it on the training grounds, blowing the targets with your bullets and startling the bystanders with its explosive sounds.

You even demonstrated your saw-cleaver in both of its forms.

Finrod was fascinated though he did not like the sounds your pistol made in its use.

You were interesting company even though you didn’t talk much. You spent most of your time with him or enjoying the calmness of nature since you were rather reluctant to interact with anyone else. Finrod had hoped you would spend some time with other people, making friends and acquaintances since it seemed you might stay in Nargothrond for longer. Your reasoning was you shouldn't make attachments that might not last or because you might never see them again. It was logical in a way, but still. To his delight, you did start interacting with his loyal friend Edrahil, who was often seen scolding you for scaring other elves with your looming presence even as a joke. He had a feeling you liked it in a way since Edrahil did not seem to bear any fear toward you.

The day finally arrived when Barahir’s son, Beren, came to seek his aid in a quest. Finrod knew the day would eventually come, but to reclaim a silmaril from Morgoth’s crown, he hoped it would have been something else, especially when the two sons of Feanor spoke against him and convinced his own people against partaking in the quest, save for Edrahil and a handful of people, who were willing to join.

You were willing to join to repay for his kindness, but Finrod convinced you to stay behind. You have been healed from your injuries, but since you were ill. It would be best for you to stay behind with his people, so they could continue researching the cure for you.

You did not like the sound of him going on his own with only a handful of people to steal from Morgoth. But you did not like trying to talk back to him. He was too convincing, so you stayed behind.

But as Finrod suspected, he, Beren, and his company barely made past Sirion and got captured by Sauron. He tried to fight back the wicked lieutenant of Morgoth, but his power proved to be too great and they were trapped in a dungeon with a ravenous wolf who began eating his companions one by one.

Hope seemed lost, but he couldn't bring himself to give up easily and let Beren die, so he was prepared to die.

But in the darkness, he heard a sound that sparked hope within his heart, the gunshot of your pistol.

You had come.

You were shooting Sauron's werewolves left and right as they charged at you. You pulled out your saw-spear and plunged it into one of the beasts, letting its blood dress the bridge that was now collecting bodies of werewolves.

You pulled out your weapon, letting it click back into its primary form and the werewolf fell dead on your feet. The hound, Huan, stood beside you as it had fought alongside you. You gazed at the tower before you.

You have faced several foes, so you did not fear. However, this time you hoped you would get to Finrod just in time before fate's claws would take him. Determined, you clogged your gun and prepared for a fierce fight to save your friend.

#silmarillion x reader #tolkien #silmarillion #silmarillion imagines #middle earth imagines #silm fic #silmarillion one shot #finrod x reader #finrod one shot #hunter reader #middle earth x reader #bloodborne x reader

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lumierexfics · 4 months

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-> Valentine's Day event

#the mandela catalogue x reader #alternative gabriel x reader #the magnus archives x reader #ghost band x reader #cybird ikemenvampire x reader #tmc x reader #tma x reader #bloodborne x reader #dark souls x reader #elden ring x reader #the outlast series x reader #outlast trials x reader #slasher x reader #reverse: 1999 x reader #dbd x reader #genshin impact sagau x reader

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burnedwriter · 1 year

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how they are in a relationship pt1

A/n:this is pt1 out of 2,it might take me awhile for pt2 since im working on a alfred x hunter!reader and the choir x hunter!reader,if you want to see specific characters for pt 2 dont hesitate to interact with this post!

warning:smut starts at the second half,Fluff,mention of rough sex,Overstimulation,Edging,Teasing,dirty talking,mention of biting and choking,mention of typical violence on alfred’s part,!gender-neutral reader.

laurence

hes sweet yet secretive,i feel like he will keep the whole beast situation a secret since he doesnt want to get his s/o involved in this mess,until you find him crying while writing in his notes and confesses everything to you.

hes not a major fan of pda outdoors but mostly indoors,when the two of you are together outdoors he will have a hand wrapped around your waist,showing in a subtle way who you belong to and stop any unwanted advances.

laurence writes romantic poems about you and how beautiful you are and sending them as gifts,you have gathered so many you had to store them in a chest.

ludwig

the best out of everyone on this list probably.hes an absolute sweetheart,a gentle giant,that has sworn to protect you at all cost.It was the promise he made to you the day you officially became a couple.

He loves showing you affetion no mattter where you two are.He will always give you a kiss before he leaves just in case he doesnt come back just so you know he always loved you even in death,ludwig’s kisses range from forehead to him kissing your hand gently.

Before the severe beast outbreak you too would go late night horse backriding,to blow some steam off of your everyday struggles,you would rest your head on his back while you wrap your arms around his shoulder into a hug while you chat making the moment even more intimate.

micolash

library dates?talking about kos to the wee hours the answer is yes

hes not the type to take you out on romantic dates since he has no social skills without making himself look weird,his ideal date is studying in the library or just you keeping him company while he does his reasearch.

i feel like he would leave flowers as bookmarks,like one day you will open your book and see a small flower sticking out from the top and with a micolash taking small glimpses at you to see how you reacted.

hes super clingy and he will be on you like a leech,have fun trying to get him off of you.

simon

hes not completly extroverted so it took him a long time to approach you and tell you that he likes you.

really romantic and cheesy,he is the type of guy who will try to suprise you with flowers but ultimatly failing as the flowers are visible from behind his back but also says cheesy jokes to you that are horrendously bad.

leaves you in the dark about what hes doing since he doesnt want you to become a target like he is.Also most people dont even know that he has an s/o.

djura

one qualification that his s/o must have is to be nice and take care of the beasts just like he does.Thats how you two met,seeing you pass from old yharnam,he was ready to shoot you with his gatling gun when he realized you werent killing them.

Finally reaching the tower and starting a peaceful conversation with him,he decided to recruite you to his little team and after that the both of you started to get close as you spend many nights on the tower.

unlike his tough appearance you got to learn that djura is actually sweet and very caring towards his partner,he is not afraid to show you affection no matter where he is.

brador

Hes very overprotective over his s/o and doesnt want them to get involved with anything that might force him to kill you.

just like simon nobody actually knows that brador has an s/o, as a matter of fact nobody actually knows anything about brador’s private life unlike other church members lives.

He might not show you affection at first or any vulnurebility almost like hes testing you to see if you are up to something.The same goes for public too but after trusting you he will become puddy in your hands something that you are only able to see.

Alfred

Alfred radietes golden retriever energy and will treat you like royalty.hes also very romantic giving you flowers and little gifts when he comes back home

he loves showing affection to his s/o no matter where he is! his bear hugs are the best.

he also has sworn his s/o but unlike ludwig,Alfred has the knight in shining armor complex and will kill anyone that has caused any harm to his s/o and come back like nothing happened but his smiley always gives it away.

nsfw

laurence

laurence is dominant in the bedroom,i see him as more of a pleasure dom than anything else,putting your pleasure over his,guiding you with a commanding yet calm voice,making them reach their climax.

hes quite the dirty talker but only when necessery, using it to add to the pleasure of his partner.

He loves overstimulation,seeing your face with seer pleasure as you beg him for more always brings a smile to his face.

ludwig

ludwig is a gentle dom,he will take things slow, he will never be rough to you unless you ask him to.

a body worshipper,he will kiss every inch of your body and shower you with compliments and tell you how well you are doing.

Not very fond of dirty talk unlike the other people on this list,he prefers complimenting you more since he doesnt like degrading his partner.

Micolash

Hes a switch but a buttom most of the times.he likes getting commanded around or you giving him instruction of what you want him or where to touch you

Expect a lot of experimentation and trying out new ‘’things’’,basicly a freak as someone would describe him.

he will implement dirty talk to his teasing just to see how your body reacts and to push your buttons to be rougher with him. He practicly tolerates anything in the book:biting,choking him etc.

simon

hes a switch but mostly a dom.hes more into gentle sex than anything else.

just like micolash he loves teasing you but not to the point that willl piss you off.

he loves overstimulation but with a twist.....he will edge you over and over again as his whispers the dirtiest things in your ear before he overstimulates you to the point where your whole body is shaking and his words are circling around your foggy mind.

Djura

it’s not unusual for him and you to have outdoors sex on the tower late at night.

Djura is switch ,i believe after so much commanding he wants someone else to take control.

Overall pretty vanilla and kinda hesitant to try new things but eventually warm up to it after a lot of convicing

Brador

hes a dom but unlike the others hes rough with you showing you no remorse until all of yarhnam will hear you scream his name.

hes also one that wants to try new things and spice things up in the bedroom and with that being said....

he enjoys some outdoors sex pulling you into an alleyway,seeing you struggle and trying your best to keep quiet so the both of you dont get caught while he chuckles in your ear at your struggle,he likes the thrill of almost being caught,kinky bastard.

Alfred

Alfred is a switch ,if hes buttoming,hes a power buttom and in that case he like placing his strong hands on your hips while you ride him.

Also someone who will worship your body and cover your body in kisses but unlike ludwig he enjoys dirty talk and seeing how you react to it.

he wants to hear you moan ,it’s like music to his ears as he says adding to his already inflated ego

#bloodborne x reader #micolash host of the nightmare #ludwig the holy blade #alfred the executioner #brador church assassin #laurence the first vicar #retired hunter djura #simon the harrowed

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wintrsss · 1 month

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It always makes me so happy when I find another Soulsborne writer 🥺 May I request love language hcs for Yuria, Sister Friede, and Eileen?

『Their Love Languages』

Fandoms: Dark Souls 3, Bloodborne.

Characters: Yuria, Sister Friede, Eileen.

Genre: Fluff.

Warnings: None, reader is gender neutral!

A/N: Of course! Apologies for the lateness, got addicted to sekiro. 😵‍💫

Requests open!

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Yuria

Words of Affirmation

If there's one thing this woman of Londor knows best, it's swaying her words in the perfect hymn just for your ears to hear. Whether it be those sweet appraisals that hit your ear or the sly manipulations she throws your way, you can never seem to find a way to dislike it.

Appraisals quickly turn into teasing once she's privy to your fondness for her words, however, as it never fails to bring her great amusement.

Sister Friede

Quality Time

The painted world of Ariandel is... bleak, to say the least. Hardly anyone manages to step foot inside, so to have you be there to reduce her moments of loneliness is all she could ever want.

Sure, she does feel guilt for having you in the painted world and always reminds you that you needn't waste the rest of your days there, the way you adamantly deny her suggestions does warm her heart, if but the slightest in the cold. For once, she's appreciative of your stubbornness.

Eileen

Gift Giving

Eileen is much like a crow herself, to be honest. That much is known to you when she goes off on her hunts all night, only to come back with a small trinkets or useful items just for you.

You've stopped asking how she gets them and decided to just thank her on her kindness. She never gives you a straight answer either way, so the latter may just be the better option for both of you.

#dark souls 3 #dark souls 3 x reader #sister friede #sister friede x reader #yuria of londor #yuria x reader #bloodborne #bloodborne x reader #eileen the crow #eileen x reader

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nrandomartist · 10 months

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Strand of hair

Gehrman x gn reader

So, I never actually wrote anything, just few things for myself, but after seeing that Gehrman doesn't get too much attention I thought about posting this little story.

The story is happening in Gehrman's old hunter glory days, before Fishing Hamlet, beast plague etc...

Reader is addressed as "Hunter". It's sfw, wholesome, fluff short story. No depression 👍

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Gehrman sat alone in the workshop, reading a old rusty book that held secrets and knowledge of history of old Yharnam. The soft glow of candlelight illuminated the pages, casting a faint light around the first Hunter's figure. Lost in his reading, Gehrman was unaware of his surroundings in the moment.

The hunter, with their easygoing attitude and a smile that could melt hearts, entered the workshop, their presence bringing a breath of fresh air to the dusty space. Spotting Gehrman lost in his book, they approached with a mischievous twinkle in their eye.

"Hey there, Gehrman. What fascinating piece of literature has captured your attention this time?" Hunter asked, their voice filled with genuine curiosity.

Startled by the interruption, Gehrman looked up from his book, meeting Hunter's warm gaze. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, glad for the company.

"It's a book of history of Old Yharnam, It's really interesting. I thought I would lend it to Laurence but I have feeling that he already read it." Gehrman replied, with his gentle calm voice. "There's always something new to learn, even after all these years."

Hunter sat beside a nearby worktable, relaxed, as they engaged Gehrman in conversation. The topic of their discussion drifted from the art of hunting to the beauty of the moonlit nights in Yharnam. Gehrman found himself entranced by Hunter's words, their carefree demeanor drawing him in like a moth to a flame.

As their conversation was reaching an end, Hunter's gaze softened, as they saw a strand of hair slowly fall into Gehrman's face. Their hand reached out instinctively, gently brushing a stray strand of Gehrman's silvery hair from his face to behind his ear. It was a simple, gesture that caused Gehrman's heart to skip a beat.

Caught off guard by the sudden tenderness, Gehrman's breath hitched. His gaze flickered between Hunter's eyes and the floor, his cheeks color with a faint blush. His voice came out in a hushed, almost breathless whisper.

"Good Hunter, I... Thank you," Gehrman managed to utter, his voice laced with a mix of gratitude and shyness. "Your presence... it brings warmth to this old workshop."

The Hunter gently smiled, a playful glimmer dancing in their eyes. "It's my pleasure, Gehrman. We're good friends after all!"

Before Gehrman could gather his thoughts and respond, Hunter excused themself, that they still have an urgent task that demanded their attention. With a parting smile, they left Gehrman alone, his heart pounding with flustered confusion. Even he doesn't know what it is.

With a sigh, Gehrman closed the book and leaned back, his thoughts consumed by the hunter who had captured his attention.

Left in the wake of Hunter's departure, Gehrman's thoughts whirled like a wild hunt. The workshop suddenly felt colder, as if the warmth had left with Hunter's absence. He touched his ear, still feeling the lingering sensation of Hunter's touch.

And as the candlelight flickered, casting dancing shadows upon the worn walls, Gehrman realized that his heart had begun a journey into unknown place. A place where passion and love bloomed amongst the chaos of the hunt.

#bloodborne #gehrman the first hunter #bloodborne gehrman #gehrman #gehrman x reader #bloodborne x reader #x reader #gn reader #sfw little post #sfw #fluff

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₊ ⊹ // Dull Abstracts, Duller Hearts \\ Micolash, Host of the Nightmare

“How essential to me, you have become.” - Sackville-West to Woolf

What’s Micolash to do, when his academic rival comes to sit by him to comfort him?

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a/n: Have never written fanfic, only read it. This is really just a blurb I had to get out of my head is all. And for the most deranged and unhinged Bloodborne character at that 😵‍💫. So this is nothing too crazy, enjoy?

Warnings: allusions to gore(ish), metaphorical masochism(??), rushed ending(☹️), written on phone(format might be ugly and idk how to format in general)

Word Count: unknown

It wasn’t your fault you got that scholar all worked up over nothing. Well- to you it was nothing, to him it was everything. Once again your work, your research, was praised and accolades were given to you by master Willem. And once again, Micolash is left in the academic dust.

You find the man skulking by the lake, glittering in the moonlight. Dirtied boots kick at the dirt as you walk over to him from the entrance of Byrgenwerth.

“Moping again?”

You call out as you walk.

“Hardly- actually I am not moping. Quite the opposite, on the contrary.. yada yada..”

He replies grumpily, throwing another pebble into the lake. A mere drop that ripples across the surface. Either he’s actually being sarcastic and funny, or he is fully trying to convince you he is not moping. Whatever his motives, he only serves to look like a child throwing a tantrum.

“Well. Wrong. I can tell you’re moping.”

You reply back with the tiniest bit of smugness, sitting down beside him on the banks of the lake. Leaning back against your hands, your eyes slowly settle on the lake.

You let the comfortable silence overtake you both like the waters of that moonlit lagoon. Perhaps you have nothing to say, or maybe you’re just waiting for Micolash to crack, to begrudgingly start to complain or vent or do anything to voice his frustration. What you’re doing is condescending, it’s annoying, it’s comforting. And maybe there’s a sick part inside of him that revels in this comfort you give him, even under the guise of academic rivalry.

Micolash scoffs at your words, but doesn’t say anything. He’s not upset at you; he can’t be. You’re not making fun of him, you’re actually doing quite the opposite. You and him could go back and forth like the ebb and flow of tides.

It’s a bothersome notion to him, that just like how ocean waves can’t push and pull without the moon; he can’t imagine his life without you. Now the scholar’s just being dumb and romantic about someone who sees him as a rival, someone to beat out in studies and scholarly research. How vexing he thinks to himself. It’s enough to make him nauseous.

“I’m just looking at the lake.”

Micolash grumbles with annoyance plain in his voice. If only he had a cigarette, and if only he didn’t give his last one to Laurence. Damnable prick.

You say nothing, merely flashing a tiny smile as you continue to stare out onto the lake. Your head falls back as you lean against your hands behind you, lounging with the cool breeze that comes off the waters.

“I actually quite liked your study.”

You admit nonchalantly into the air.

“Perhaps master Willem and the others simply didn’t understand it.”

You suggest coolly as you tilt your head side to side slowly in a meandering motion. A highly unlikely scenario, however the idea is oddly comforting to Micolash. As much as he dislikes said idea. Was it a rule now that academic papers had to be understandable??

“I did though.”

You add on after a beat of silence, finally turning to look at Micolash fully. That look of yours; so curious, understanding, sympathetic- fucking gentle; everything that Micolash believes he shouldn’t be looked at with.

Something in your words strike him. Or actually- your words do strike him. Hard. Like a lightning bolt, like Cupid’s arrow. Like a quicksilver bullet from a pistol, all in a good way of course. Oh, you understood his essay? Obviously you did, you’re smart, terribly and beautifully smart. But you complimented him..through his work- ..which technically still counts as a compliment to him.

Micolash feels as if he could throw up any second.

“.. you did?”

He asks quickly with that turned up half-grin. He’s trying to be normal about it. Trying to hide his emotions that are whirling around inside like storms.

“Of course I did. Although- it was more like ramblings than a thought-out and planned dissertation.”

You say, eyes shifting to look up at the stars that hung overhead.

“However it was ..beautifully written. Much better than Laurence’s dull abstracts and compositions on blood.”

It was.. a backhanded compliment for sure, you were known for those. But Micolash found himself wanting more of it. Gods, you could slap him around all you want. Backhand him with your words or your touch, either way he’d soak it up and give you his very soul in return.

Hell- you could even gouge out his eyes, crack open his chest like they did with cadavers and corpse heads. Bury your hands in him and search for anything and everything. Split him open on the table and peer inside him long enough to know that you infect every bone and cell and crevice.

However you do it, any touch you offer him is a prayer he’ll hold fast.

“Easy to understand hm?”

Is all Micolash hums in reply. Very normal.

“Oh yes... You know, ..-I like to think that we think alike.”

You comment with a beaming smile, moving your focus from the stars and lake to the scholar right next to you. Oh gods, Micolash is fearing this is going in a direction he isn’t sure he’s good at, stepping into territory he’s unfamiliar in.

He never did like the idea of courting, especially other scholars at Byrgenwerth. After all why go through something where he might get hurt? Where he’ll be made a fool of so easily? He’s strange, his reputation is least desirable. Workaholic, annoying voice (according to some- or most), uncanny at times. He can’t woo a man or woman to save his life.

Micolash could visit any lady of the night, pay the price for whatever bleak and quick pleasure he wanted. But to actively pursue you? An angel that’s out of his league some twenty thousand times? Out of the damn question and a fate that’s out of his hands and control.

“..Alike? We?- you and I…- ah- yes. We… do share similarities in our… thoughts.”

Terrible. He stammers like an idiot. Micolash wonders if he could just slip into the lake out of embarrassment. Surely you wouldn’t care right? Oh what does it matter. As he stares at the surface of the lake, watching it wrinkle faintly in the light of the moon. He likes the moonlight, he likes you in the moonlight. Is it possible to be as beautiful as a celestial body? Obviously it is, you exist. Ugh, he could just desperately grasp at you with need and want and yearning. Like the tides reaching up for the moon and heavens, he too would reach up toward you.

Perhaps you’ll never love him, or you’ll never know he loves you. Well.. what’s actually stopping him from outright confessing to you? From attempting some shoddy confession at least? Why can he not just look at you, open his mouth, and go I love.. I love, I love- please oh I love-

“You coming along back inside? It’s getting cold now- certainly don’t want you ill if you’re to best me at our next research proposals.”

You’re standing over him now, a gentle smile donned on your face as you wait for Micolash. Oh fuck, how long exactly was he just staring dead at the water with thoughts of you. Micolash blinks at you before briskly nodding awkwardly and standing up. The ever tall and lanky scholar dusting off his uniform as he looks at you, as normally as he can possibly muster.

He won’t confess and be made the fool. Not this time.

“Lead the way.”

#bloodborne micolash #micolash host of the nightmare #bloodborne x reader #micolash #Micolash x reader #soulsborne x reader #the uh girl is girling ig #this is embarrassing don’t read my writing skfjflgj

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wxnheart · 4 months

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hello! if you're open to writing more bloodborne, what do you think yandere eileen would be like?

Overly protective, even beyond the extent of the overly protective in Yharnam.

Will go to great lengths to ensure you don't participate in the hunts whatsoever.

May or may not have tried to dissuade you from becoming a hoonter altogether.

Would REALLY (read: absolutely) prefer that you work alongside her for a multitude of reasons; her biggest one is to keep an eye on you and keep an eye on you she will.

Even if you don't work alongside Eileen, she is watching you. You just know she is.

Will cross boundaries a lot, especially if she suspects the hunts are taking their toll on you.

But make no mistake. Her protectiveness of you does not make you exempt from her blade. In fact, should you succumb to the bloodlust, she'll make you her number one priority to dispatch.

#request fill.#cw: yandere #bloodborne #eldensoulsborne #bloodborne x reader #eileen the crow #eileen the crow x reader

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vargamour · 1 year

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Okay so i havent really posted stuff in this community but im in the hospital and kinda having one of those manic creative moments so, if someone was to make a Bloodborne-based dating sim, who would you wanna see in the game?

#bloodborne #game stuff #idk im fuckin #im on some heavy painkillers and im getting ideas #bloodborne x reader #stuff #kinda

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yandere-writer-momo · 4 months

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Doomed Yuri in my brain. Doomed Yuri. Doomed yuriiii based of Bloodborne

May or may not make a part 2. Idk. Just needed to throw this out here before I lost my mind.

Yandere Short Stories: Doomed From The Start

Yandere Lesbian Paladin x Saintess Reader x Onesided Yandere paladin

There is a secret third Yandere but that’s only if I ever decide to continue

TW: uncomfortable religious themes, body horror, internalized homophobia (religion), monsters, Yandere and toxic behavior, etc

Swoosh! A strong gust of wind blew through Ludwig’s long black locks, which made the cleric appear to have a dark halo above his head. His face remained stoic as he made his way towards the church with his worn out entourage. Another successful hunt and he had made it back to the church once more… a shame his peace was quickly shattered by a certain saintess.

“Ludwig!” The tall paladin froze when small arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him close. His icy blue eyes turned to glance down at (your name), the saintess, in disinterest. “I’m happy you returned safely. How did the hunt go?”

Ludwig hummed in response while he moved her arms off his waist. He merely put up with the young woman to get close to her friend, Desiree. (Your name) was not his type like the other paladin was. (Your name) was a delicate flower but Ludwig longed for the thorn.

Ludwig himself had no interest in the bubbly flower but he needed her to get closer to his dream maiden. (Your name)’s affection for him did not matter.

“It was fine.” Ludwig told her as the two of them headed to the church together for him to give his report. His blue eyes softened when they landed on Desiree, she was magnificent as ever, even with the dried blood on her silver armor. Desiree appeared angelic even when she was drenched in the blood of her enemies. The white haired woman made a beeline toward to the two of them. “Lady Desiree-“

Ludwig was shocked when Desiree pulled (your name) into a constricting embrace, one that was most common with lovers rather than friends. Her lofty body easily wrapped around (your name) like a blanket, her pale nose buried into the crown of (your name)’s head. Desiree’s hot breath tickled the smaller woman’s scalp, which made (your name) burst in a small fit of giggles.

“You act as if you haven’t seen me for years!”

“Maybe it felt like years since the last time I saw you?” Desiree lifted her head off (your name)’s head to stare into her eyes. Desiree’s silver eyes pierced (your name)’s very soul. “I hurried back from my mission just to come see you, (your name).”

“I’m just happy you’re okay. I don’t know what I’d do if my precious friend didn’t return from the front lines.” (Your name) squealed when Desiree ruffled her hair, the smaller woman immediately began to protest. “Desiree!”

Desiree smiled brightly at (your name). She couldn’t help but tease (your name)… especially in front of Ludwig. The dark haired man’s glare was so intense, it burned holes into their heads. Jealous much? “I brought you something too.”

Desiree reached into her leather satchel and handed (your name) a white rabbit foot. “I know you hate the blood we collect, but I made sure to bring you back a good luck charm.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything-“

“Of course I did. You’re always in the church all alone." Desiree smiled warmly at (your name). The taller woman took (your name)’s hand in hers. “How about we head back? It’ll rain soon.”

“Oh but…” (your name) glanced over at Ludwig whose jaw was clenched. His icy eyes narrowed at the two women with disdain. Why was he so upset? Was it because she put all of her attention on Desiree? “I was going to walk back with Ludwig. We can eat supper together if you’d like, Desiree?”

Desiree frowned but sighed in defeat. The white haired woman turned to the brunette with a frown. She didn’t understand what (your name) saw in Ludwig. He was awful to her. A starving wolf would be kinder to (your name) than Ludwig ever could be. But Desiree knew it wasn’t her place to dictate (your name)’s choices in life. “I’ll see you then, (your name). Be safe, okay? I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

“I will. I’ll see you around.” (Your name) waved her friend off before she turned her attention to Ludwig. “I apologize for that, Ludwig. Shall we be on our way before the rain falls?”

Ludwig clicked his tongue and nodded. All he needed to do was walk alongside the gregarious woman and satiate her incessant chatter with a simple nod or hum in agreement. Ludwig was only close to her to get to Desiree. (Your name) was simple like a dog.

(Your name) beamed and walked alongside Ludwig, a heavy blush on her cheeks. She was happy to walk beside her crush. It was wonderful to see such a soft side to the normally stoic man.

Ludwig ignored the shy glances she snuck his way. He could not wait for the day that Desiree would look his way. Ludwig knew she had no such need for a burden like (your name) around her. Desiree nor him needed a pet… no. A dog around them.

Ludwig would have to gripe about this experience in his journal once more. The tea colored paper was his only confidant in this cruel world. For Ludwig trusted no one in the church’s that he dutifully served. Not the head of the church and certainly not the saintess.

A shame Ludwig would one day regret the way he treated the ‘dog’ that once so loyally stuck by his side like a tick…

The candlelight dimly lit up Ludwig’s study. His striking features now on full display to the prying eye. His slender fingers scribbled fervently into the tea colored paper of his leather journal. He wrote his woes with utmost sincerity in obsidian ink. Bits of the thick substance splattered all over his hand and onto the desk. Speckles that rivaled the abysmal eyes of the beasts he had slain now stained the mahogany wood. A mockery to his ‘holy’ mission to cleanse the land of the curse that plagued the land.

The monstrous beasts that roamed the valleys demolished villages with no mercy. There was no end to the wave of madness that had sprung up over the last few years when the nearby villages became plagued with poverty and famine. The monsters seemingly sprung up from the ashes and began to try to attack the kingdom. It sickened Ludwig.

Many fighters have come and gone throughout the years. Many have even gone missing in action… yet Ludwig and Desiree remained as the top two paladins of the church. The only two that had fought side by side for nearly a decade… which was why Ludwig was so smitten with the white haired woman. She was a force to be reckoned with. A magnificent fighter he wished to keep by his side until he drew his final breath. An unattainable goal that was thwarted by a mere saintess. If that wench didn’t exist, Ludwig was positive that Desiree and him would have been wed by now.

It was all (your name)’s fault that Desiree did not covet his affections. The only good news was that (your name) admired him. A ‘holy’ woman longed for a pious man like himself. It was so pathetic, it was comical. A weakness he would exploit until his daydreams burst into reality.

Ludwig clenched his fist when he finished the final line to his long list of complaints about his disdain for a certain saintess. A big splotch of ink covered her name now which made him even more annoyed. Even when (your name) wasn’t present, she still disrupted his peace.

Ludwig stood up and moved his quill and ink back onto his desk. Perhaps a walk would clear his head?

Ludwig gathered his snow white robes and exited his study, the door slammed shut behind him.

Unbeknownst to him, the pot of ink toppled over and split all over his desk. A puddle of black now laid all over the floor in a river of ink. An insidious omen.

Desiree sat in the confession booth, her hands folded together while she babbled a prayer. Forgiveness… she needed forgiveness for her sin.

“I am in love with someone of the church but I can never be with them. For I would burn in a pyre if I confess.” Desiree’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Will god forgive me for my grave sin?”

“You are forgive. Your sins are absolved.” The priest told her in a soft tone. “Lady Desiree, your devotion to god is like no other but even you are not without sin. I pray that you never stray from our god’s light and bring justice upon the land. That the blood you harvest for healing the sick and strengthening our clerics continue in a never ending flow. Bless you Lady Desiree, the Righteous.”

Desiree nodded and gathered her white skirts in her hands. She felt better now that she had gotten this off her chest. Yet she could not deny the queer feeling she had for her beloved saintess… her friend. Her precious (your name). Her angel. Her muse.

Desiree hurriedly made her way back toward her room, her mind raced with impure thoughts. She must paint… she needed to paint her muse.

Desiree paid no mind to her surrounding in her haste and her shoulder slammed into Ludwig’s. The cleric nearly doubled over in shock and joy. Had fate finally united him with the woman he desired? This was the first time they’ve had alone time since their last hunt.

“Lady Desiree, it’s lovely to see you-“

“Get the hell out of my way.” Desiree shoved past Ludwig with a huff which caught the cleric off guard. When was Desiree so uncouth? So ill-mannered? This was not the female paladin he knew, no. This was not her. This was not Lady Desiree, the Righteous.

The man ran a palm down his long black locks in shock. His heart didn’t stammer this time when he watched her silhouette disappear around the corner. The magic he swore she contained had fizzled out and died. The image he created of her in his head disappeared with it.

A reality slowly sunk into Ludwig. Perhaps he was not attracted to Desiree, but to the idea of her…

Ludwig sighed, perhaps he could pry information from (your name) about it? It was so easy to get the information he wanted from the saintess with sweet words.

(Your name) had her uses and Ludwig would exploit them for his own gain. He needed to be sure on whether or not the woman he saw tonight was the real Desiree. For if that was the case, perhaps he would settle for the saintess.

Possibly.

Desiree slammed the door shut behind her once she entered her study. Her hand hurriedly picked up some paint off her oak desk, a few brushes clattered to the floor in her haste. She had an irresistible urge to paint the woman she loved… wait. When did she paint such a perfect portrait?

Desiree collapsed to the floor to caress the delicately painted features of (your name). A desirous shudder escaped her plump lips as she traced her fingers over the face of her muse. She would sin once more. Desiree deserved this, she needed this.

Desiree had slaughtered thousands of beasts and harvested their blood in the name of the church. She deserved a reward. She deserved (your name) more than Ludwig did.

Desiree pressed her lips against the painting with a moan. She didn’t care that flakes of acrylic paint were on her tongue, she didn’t care that there was no warmth, and she certainly didn’t care that she was sexually attracted to another woman. To Desiree, this felt right. This was god’s will.

Desiree hurriedly untied the sash to her robe, her bare body now revealed to the eye of the moon. The moon her witness of her great sin, of her love for her friend.

“God forgive me… forgive your selfish soldier for I cannot deny this earthly pleasure. I do not wish to break my oath…” Desiree felt a few tears fall down her cheeks, she felt as if she lost control over her desire. Her head spun with dizzying emotion that would drive any sane person mad… ever since the church had insisted their soldiers drink the blood of the monsters, Desiree had been restless.

Restless with desire for her unreciprocated love… yet she’d never tell her precious angel the sinful feelings she held. Desiree would take this overwhelming affection to the grave.

Desiree turned to the painting that lay on the floor with a smile. For now, she could be satiated with this… for now.

And while she indulged herself in pleasure, white fur and various eyes began to sprout on her arms.

This was the start of a transformation. The beginning of the end.

“Help me. Help me!” (Your name) shot up from the bed, her heart raced in her chest like a race horse. Her body covered in a thick sheen of sweat. Another nightmare…

(Your name) couldn’t sleep. She was often plagued by nightmares of people crying for help ins own sort of dungeon… and it terrified her. She often had psychic dreams due to her divine power, but never ones these vivid… or terrifying.

There was something amiss in this church. That there was an invisible evil lurking in the air.

(Your name) rose up from her cotton sheets, to quickly wrap a robe around her white nightdress. Maybe a walk would clear her head?

(Your name) slid some slippers on her feet, snatched up the oil lantern beside her bed, and a match. She hastily brought the flame to life to find her way through the dark. (Your name) wanted to satiate this inordinate curiosity before it killed her.

She quietly left her room and glided down the hall like an apparition. Her long robes billowed behind her in the light breeze once she reached the open windows.

The moonlight illuminated her soft features, making her appear angelic… a suitable appearance for the saintess herself.

She allowed her feet to guide her down the hall and toward a hidden stair well. There was a sinister phenomenon going on beneath her. A truth that screamed for her to discover.

The farther she went down the stairs, the stronger the feeling of déjà vu became. The wall became more familiar… it was the one that haunted her dreams. The one in her nightmares.

And when she finally made it to the bottom of the stairwell, her entire body nearly convulsed in horror.

This wasn’t a dungeon… this was a laboratory. A laboratory full of the clerics and paladins who went ‘missing in action.’ Or at least what human pieces were left of them.

(Your name) begrudgingly stepped forward to glance at the books that laid open on one of the desks. The church was researching immortality through the blood of the monsters? Is that why they encouraged citizens and clerics alike to drink the blood? Good god… this was a crime against their god. This went against their entire purpose…

“Kill me… kill me…” (your name) put a hand over her mouth as she quietly began to sob for the poor soldiers whose humanity remained in tact. They didn’t deserve this… but she didn’t have the strength to kill them.

How was she to know that the church wasn’t actually helping people? That the church merely wanted to research how to gain immortality?

She needed to tell someone… she needed to report her findings to the citizens!

(Your name) quickly scurried away when she heard voices. Unaware that one of the paladins that laid in the dungeons had caught sight of her…

“(Your name)?” A distorted voice asked softly in the dark, multiple clawed hands grabbed at the steel bars that kept him contained. “My lovely girl is still so beautiful…”

“Hello, (your name).” (Your name) nearly leapt out of her skin when the familiar baritone voice of Ludwig reached her ears. She quickly whipped around with a rosy blush on her cheeks. (Your name) hadn’t seen the paladin over the last few weeks since she had been so busy sneaking around for information.

“O-oh you scared me, Ludwig…” (your name) bowed to Ludwig to try to hide her embarrassment. “I’m not used to you seeking me out.”

“Is there a problem with me seeking you out?” Ludwig quirked a brow at her which made (your name) hurriedly shake her head. She was like a rabbit. It would have been adorable if he were any other man, but alas he had no interest in her in that sense. She was a means to an end to him was all. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Not at all… have you come to ask about my whereabouts?” (Your name) asked in an excited tone, her face lit up with hope. “I found out something rather interesting. You see, the blood-“

“No. I actually came here to ask about Lady Desiree.” Ludwig frowned at how instantaneously (your name) deflated like a ballon. He needed her for this info so he should cut to the chase. “I ran into her the other night and she seemed a bit off… I’m concerned about my peer.”

“She has been a bit off lately… everyone has.” (Your name) replied softly. “The two of you, as well as the other paladins and clerics, have been consuming a lot of the blood for power right?”

Ludwig nearly sighed aloud in frustration. Was (your name) trying to sneak her research into this conversation? He couldn’t care less about that, he merely wanted to know if Desiree was actually uncivilized.

“Yes.”

“Desiree has been quite stressed lately. She’s been working really hard.” (Your name) frowned at Ludwig. She may be naive but she wasn’t stupid, she knew Ludwig didn’t want to hear about her secret discover… no one did. “I think she should take a break for a while, maybe she’d get back to normal quicker? I’m worried about her too, Ludwig.”

Ludwig nearly screamed aloud in frustration. (Your name)’s information wasn’t useful at all! She wasn’t useful and it took everything in him not to wrap his hands around her neck and squeeze-

A flash of white hair caught his eye, which made him compose himself. There Desiree was- what on earth?

Desiree slammed her shoulder into Ludwig’s to bend down to hold (your name)’s hands with a soft smile on her face.

“You’re worried about me?” Desiree’s breathing is irregular and that’s when Ludwig noticed the bandages wrapped around her arms. Had Desiree injured herself? She didn’t have any injuries during the most recent hunt… “You don’t have anything to worry about, I’m perfectly okay.”

“Desiree, you have not been coming to my healing sessions and you’ve been so irritable lately.” (Your name) whispered, her eyes filled with concern. “Desiree, what happened to your arms?!”

Desiree looked nearly euphoric when (your name) fretted over her which raised alarm bells in Ludwig’s head. Why did Desiree act so strange around (your name) when he was right here? Ludwig deserved Desiree’s attention-

Ludwig felt bile rise in his throat when he thought he saw a red eyeball on the back of Desiree’s neck. What the hell was that?

Ludwig rubbed his eye and it was no longer visible. He swore he saw an abnormality on Desiree but perhaps his mind had played tricks on him. He had been exhausted as of late due to the mess the ink left behind on his desk and floor. It took days to scrub it all out. He had to get on his hands and knees like a beggar!

Yet there was still black ink stuck under his nails. He had tried to pick under them with a sharp tool but even then, the tar black wouldn’t leave his nails. It was unsightly… just like the disheveled Desiree before him.

“Nothing to be concerned about. I’m perfectly okay.” Desiree glared at Ludwig who seemed puzzled over the matter entirely. Desiree couldn’t stand that narcissistic jerk. “How about you come to my study with me?”

“Your study? We should go to the infirmary.” (Your name) grabbed Desiree’s hand and began to drag the paladin toward the infirmary. “Goodbye, Ludwig.”

Ludwig bit his tongue, his eyes narrowed at (your name) who dragged Desiree away. He was angry yet… why did Desiree look at (your name) like a starved animal? (Your name) was a helpless lamb… what if Desiree hurt her? Wait.

Ludwig felt his stomach flip in anxiousness. Why were his emotions so jumbled? Why did he care what happened to the saintess?

Ludwig went to turn on his heel to head back to his own study but an overwhelming emotion overtook him. He needed to follow them. He needed to know the truth.

And so the cleric slinked after the two in the shadows. Ludwig hoped Desiree didn’t find him creepy…

He didn’t think he’d be able to live with himself if his angel hated him.

(Your name) felt bile in her throat at the many eyes and patches of fur that littered Desiree’s arms. This was so much worse than she thought… Desiree was turning into a beast.

“It’s really not that bad-“ (your name) smacked her hands on Desiree’s cheeks. The healer slowly began to sob which instantly made Desiree frantic. “No, don’t cry. I’m okay-“

“I made a discovery awhile ago...” (Your name) sobbed as she placed her head on her friend’s shoulder for comfort. “The blood is tainted. It’s evil… but I can’t get anyone to believe me-“

“Darling, I assure you that I’m stronger than ever. This is merely a setback-“

“None of you are slaying monsters.” (Your name) muttered so softly, Desiree almost didn’t hear her. “You’re killing humans. I… I saw the missing soldiers in the basement and they started to turn into monsters. I don’t want you to go there too. I don’t want you to be an experiment…”

“I’m just so happy you care so much about me and the other soldiers.” Desiree smiled at (your name), her hands held (your name)’s in her calloused palms. “Your eyes are always on Ludwig so I had assumed he was the only star in your galaxy… it upsets me to see you fawn over that narcissistic bastard.”

“Oh I merely admire Ludwig. He’s very goal oriented and a great role model. He just makes me nervous is all. I don’t like him like that-“

(Your name) gasped when Desiree suddenly flipped her over to rest on the desk. Her hands desperately grasped at (your name) clothed skin. What on earth was Desiree doing?

“W-what are you-“ (your name) gasped when Desiree slammed her lips against hers in a hungry kiss. Desiree ground her hips into (your name)’s which made (your name) quickly shove her away. “Stop!”

Desiree gasped and began to stammer our apologies. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry!” Desiree felt tears gather in her eyes from the rejection. She hadn’t meant to make (your name) uncomfortable… she thought (your name) had wanted to kiss too! “I don’t know what came over me-“

Desiree gasped when (your name) leaned forward and began to use her divine power on her. A warmth enveloped desire as the eyes and hair slowly began to fade away.

“Do you feel better?” (Your name) sucked in a deep breath before she exhaled in relief. A bit of sweat dropped down her forehead. She didn’t realize how much divine power it would take to reverse the change… but it was possible. “If you start to change again, can you come to me?”

Desiree nodded her head, her cheeks still red with embarrassment. How foolish was she to believe the saintess harbored romantic feelings for her…

“I’m sorry for doing that. I’m so ashamed-“ Desiree’s eyes widened when (your name) placed a finger over her lips.

“You shouldn’t be ashamed.” (Your name) gave Desiree a reassuring smile. “Loving someone should never be shameful. You just shouldn’t kiss people without asking them.”

Oh… oh! Did this mean Desiree had a chance?!

“Then… can I kiss you, Saintess (your name)?” Desiree asked in a hushed voice. Her silver eyes heavy with lust as her body caged (your name) to the desk.

“Of course Dame Desiree.” (Your name) was instantly pulled into a hungry kiss. The two women’s hands awkwardly roamed each other’s bodies until they found the perfect ratio of petting to kissing.

Little did the two lovers know of a certain paladin who had seen the entirety of their confession. Large horns began to sprout from his head as black fur covered his body.

What did (your name) mean she didn’t like him like that? Then why did she always seek him out if she didn’t love him? Was this all a game of hers to take Desiree from him? To play with him like a cat does a mouse until it gets bored?

No… he couldn’t accept this. They couldn’t be together. No, one of them had to be with him.

Ludwig quickly scurried off into the shadows before he was discovered. His body rapidly changing from man to beast as his jealousy consumed him.

When Ludwig finally made it back to his study, his new appearance horrified him. He was now as ugly on the outside as he was on the inside…

He was a monster.

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