#Godrick the grafted x reader

[ma1dmer]

Elden Ring - Godrick The Grafted NSFW

loser fuckers come here pspspspsps

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): he probably isn't much for aftercare, but he will stroke your hair and tell you you are his and only his, its the small amount of affection he feels like offering you

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): ........honestly the jokes write themselves in this, i am so sorry

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): probably has a breeding kink, he’d growl lowly in your ear about making you his proper consort and you giving him an heir whether your body can give him one or not, he still tries and fantasises about it and who knows if you can’t have children yourself he might find a way to help you with that

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): the fact he likes to be praised, its something he is ashamed of, why would he need the words of someone so beneath him , to feel good, its absurd

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): with how hated he was i don’t think he has a lot of experience so he ends up being very eager and having a lot of pent up tension, every moan you make is music to his ears and a stroke to his ego, he doesn’t need experience when he is as great as he is

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): he doesn’t have a specific one in mind, ends up manhandling you around and switching up between several positions 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): he would probably think you mock him, he’d wrap his hand around your throat and ask you what exactly you think is so funny 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): probably hairless at this point with all that grafting

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): he isn’t much for romance but he does shower you with gifts, cloaks and jewelry ,some bloody some still warm from the bodies he has taken, but he tries

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): i think he would probably enjoy being watched, showing you exactly how he likes to be pleasured so you can do the same

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): praising, dirty talking, choking, size kink etc

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): shameless, if he wants to have you somewhere he will have you, let everyone watch and hear for all he cares

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): it doesn’t get much to rile him up, usually some praise does the trick with him, he’ll have you pinned on a wall and kissing you with no shame about who might see you

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): there isn’t a lot he wouldn’t try especially in the beginning

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): he loves having you on your knees, him on his throne, in his rightful place and you servicing him, his hands guiding your mouth over him and he is surprisingly soft in these moments, being gentle even as he uses your mouth, letting you set most of the pace, only speaking praise when you are like that

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): rough and almost desperate, he holds onto you and moves you against him like a doll, chasing both of your orgasms

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): not a big fan, it will stroke his ego that you want him so much that you seek him out ,but he is busy and wants to take his time ravishing you

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): definitely has a thing for pushing boundaries, encouraging you to try out new things that come to him in a whim in the throes of pleasure

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): he has a lot of stamina and a lot of pent up energy , he wants you limping and sore after you two are done

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): probably doesn’t really get the point, you have him what else would you need, he gets petulant like a child

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): not a fan of teasing, doesn’t have the patience for it, but he does like degrading you 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): he probably talks a lot , praises you and degrades you all in the same breath

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): i can see him as being slightly into body worship surprisingly, he’ll have you laid out and trace his hands all over your body slowly and methodically messaging his fingers deep in your flesh his eyes appraising you closely

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): i think he is big, however if thats his actual cock or not, is up for you to decide

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): when he has a partner his sex drive is high, almost making up for the time he hasn’t had someone to please him

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he needs you to hold him  so he can fall asleep, his head on your lap playing with his hair and stuff

[wxnheart]

𝐅*𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐮𝐭, 𝐄𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Morgott - This is really the gist of your dynamic. You've fucked around so many times that Morgott was bound to snap. And snap he did. Time to find out, Tarnished. Next thing you know, you found yourself on the ground, looking up at the Omen's enraged face. And his angry, leaking dick. Oh. Oh. Need a little help there, Morgott? Guess he did, what with the way you're practically loving on it.

Mohg - You thought you were cute trying to fuck around but Mohg showed you he was cuter by making you find out. Too bad it comes with a side of orgasm denial and making you ride him ceaselessly as he reclines on his throne. Hah. Thought you did something there, didn't you?

Godrick - Fuck you, Godrick, okay? Just... fuck you. You don't know who's worse, you or him, but what you do know is that you tried him one too many times to the point that his multiple arms and hands practically rip your clothes off you and make you scream and beg for more. Bonus points for Godrick making you suck on two of his fingers to 'shut you up'. Not for long, you spineless bastard.

Godfrey - Um... lmao. Why would you even try him, love? He's a grappler at his core and you don't even try to wrestle yourself out of his grip. Your entire being goes slack when feel the telltale signs of his arousal press against you and by the Erdtree. No wonder Marika liked him so much...

Radahn - Well, you don't even finish fucking around before he has you suspended in the air, his tongue and fingers doing stuff to your body that you never thought possible. He told you he'd have you screaming his name. Don't know why you didn't believe him.

Radagon - He's soft-spoken as always. But there's an edge to his voice that makes you shudder, doubly so as he thrusts into you brutally. Ferally. The walls of your bedchamber reverberate with the sounds of his name. And all who has ears to hear knows Radagon has claimed his prize.

Varré - Varré is an ass so why not bother him? And so you do. And his response is to... not fuck you. Because that's what you weren't expecting. And so it turns into a game of cat-and-mouse and you're more than 1000% sure you two are going to hatefuck in the near near NEAR future.

Patches - In this scenario, it's the reverse. He fucks around because he wants to find out. He wants YOU to fuck HIM. He's glad you got the hint (finally) but did your epiphany have to happen while you're fucking him silly?

Godwyn - He's an adorable golden retriever that you never really took seriously until he fucking snapped. You didn't think the man was capable of fucking you senseless, did you? You were very pleased. And very satisfied. You also reveled in the love bites he blessed you with. And poor Godwyn is so flustered but you can't help but love the way his blush deepens when you flash him a lecherous grin. You'll have to do this often.

[vertebrates-and-pieces]

Giving Godrick a hand kiss as a goodbye while about to head out and he demands all of his hands be kissed and it takes like 4 whole minutes while he sits back smugly.

[blood-darkened-moon]

Elden Ring

Characters Tarnished | Torrent the Spirit Steed | Melina | Millicent | White-Faced Varre | Lunar Princess Ranni/Ranni the Witch | Blaidd the Half-Wolf | War Counselor Iji | Preceptor Seluvis | Rya the Scout | Lightseeker Hyetta | Bloody Finger Hunter Yura | D Hunter of the Dead | Patches the Untethered | Fia the Deathbed Companion | Iron Fist Alexander | Jar-Bairn | Lady Tanith | Shabriri | Queen Marika the Eternal | Miquella the Unalloyed | Godwyn the Golden | Miriel Pastor of Vows | Cleanrot Knight Finlay | Latenna the Albinauric | Lobo | Three Fingers | Two Fingers | Gatekeeper Gostoc | Roderika the Spirit Tuner | Ensha of the Royal Remains | Sorceress Sellen | Boc the Seamster | Goldmask | Brother Corhyn | Gloam-Eyed Queen | Knight Diallos | Sorcerer Rogier | Nepheli Loux | Nomadic Merchant | Mary | Amy | Polyanna | Maureen | Finger Reader Enia | Black Knife Tiche | Finger Maiden Therolina | Lionel the Lionhearted | Thops | Knight Bernahl | Smithing Master Hewg | Lhutel the Headless | Dung Eater | St. Trina | Banished Knight Oleg | Thiollier | Needle Knight Leda | Count Ymir Mother of Fingers | Swordhand of Night Jolan | Pureblood Knight Ansbach | Redmane Freyja | Sweetings

Bosses Malenia Blade of Miquella | Praetor Rykard/Rykard Lord of Blasphemy | General Radahn/Starscourge Radahn/Leonard | Radagon of the Golden Order | Red Wolf of Radagon | Rennala Queen of the Full Moon | Maliketh the Black Blade | Morgott the Omen King | Mohg Lord of Blood | Godfrey First Elden Lord | Godrick the Grafted | Ancient Dragon Lansseax | Dragonlord Placidusax | Lichdragon Fortissax | Astel Naturalborn of the Void | Elden Beast | Sir Gideon Ofnir the All-Knowing | Fire Giant | Black Knife Assassin | Regal Ancestor Spirit | Crucible Knight | Full-Grown Fallingstar Beast | Erdtree Burial Watchdog | Loretta Knight of the Haligtree | Glintstone Dragon Adula | Night's Cavalry/Funeral Steed | Godskin Noble | Godskin Apostle | Abductor Virgin | Tree Sentinel | Roundtable Knight Vyke | Godefroy the Grafted | Commander O'Neil | Elemer of the Briar |  Bloodhound Knight Darriwil | Messmer the Impaler | Rellana Twin Moon Knight | Curseblade Labirith | Romina Saint of the Bud | Divine Beast Dancing Lion | Midra Lord of Frenzied Flame | Bayle the Dread | Golden Hippopotamus

Enemies Giant Crayfish | Serpent Snail | Festering Fingerprint Vyke | Vargram the Raging Wolf | Juno Hoslow Knight of Blood | Moongrum Carian Knight | Mad Tongue Alberich | Eleonora Violet Bloody Finger | Silver Sphere | Banished Knight | Preceptor Miriam | Night Maiden | Nox Swordstress | Bloody Finger Okina | Kaiden Sellsword | Celebrant | Fingercreeper | Maleigh Marais Shaded Castle Castellan | Fire Prelate | Nameless White Mask | Inquisitor Ghiza | Chanting Winged Dame | Man-Serpent | Swordhand of Night Anna | Spirit Eel | Thorn Sorcerer | Monstrous Crow

Groups/Ships Omen Brothers | Carian Siblings | Twin Empyreans | Godskin Duo | Rykard x Tanith | Marika x Radagon | Radagon x Rennala | Marika x Rennala | Mohg x Miquella | Malenia x Finlay | Messmer x Rellana

ER Trivia | This Sheep

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Rated Explict

Pairings: Reader x Various, Reader x Tarnished

Summary: Based on the fanfic by Butterbaby_Flapjack “In the Teeth of Silver Wolves” and the continuation of Wolf and Lamb

A Tarnished of no renown. This is your role in this world, to be the Tarnished like your wolf. In this world somethings are the same while others are different, or different for the Tarnished and completely new for you.

You never met Varré, by the Rot, you never have awoken at the Chapel Of Anticipation! You were always on the carriage to Stormveil Castle to be wedded ot the 'spider' named Godrick the Grafted.

The Outer Gods changed things, all of them changing the playing field on the Greater Will. No longer will the Outer Gods allow for so many worlds to be destroyed because they cannot handle human free will.

[bekaroth-reads]

Just something that popped into my head today while I was working on something today.

We all know that for most of his life Godrick was super unhealthy, so he probably had to take like 20 different kinds of medications a day. Now that he’s off doing his own thing, and is physically stronger from the grafting, he doesn’t like to take any kind of medicine even though he’s kind of used to it at this point. He’s tired of the whole process and convinced himself he doesn’t need any anymore. So if there’s ever a time that you have to give him some you have to do the kid/pet thing like

You: Godrick you need to take this.

Godrick: Fie! Such vile substance shall not touch my lips! ‘Tis an unwarranted process to begin with!

*ten minutes later*

You: My lord, I have brought you some totally not at all suspicious applesauce

Godrick: Oooooh~ Applesauce :)

[tamariasykes-art]

Based on my post with Radagon headcanons here is a post with some headcanons for Godrick the Grafted. There are some hints of x (gender neutral) reader in there but overall the topics are pretty mixed. Some of these might also be subject to change if any new lore is revealed.

Godrick walks on the fine line between paranoia or carrying himself with overconfidence. He is well aware of the remnants of royal blood in his veins and his faiding mortality, which expresses himself in the nature of his grafting.

He viewed grafting first and foremost as means to end. A method for him to grow stronger and live up to the prestige of his bloodline, but as his knowledge of the subject began to grow so did his admiration for the art.

The act of grafting is also very intimate for him and he would probably ask to graft something onto you or offering to make whatever changes you would like to be made on your body. If you deny his offer he will pester you for a while after, but if you’ve made it clear this is not something you want, he will stop.

Godrick has always been doing the majority of grafting himself. Something which has become a lot easier for him since he acquired a Great Rune. However the easier it became for him, the more he indulged in it when his paranoia grew stronger again. His grafting began to escalated more and more after the Shattering and it wasn’t long before it lost any form and purpose. Gathering limb after limb from Tarnished and creatures alike which turned him into the monstrosity you will face during the game.

Godrick can be a difficult partner, mostly because he is quiet stubborn and unrelentless in the pursuit of his goals. You will need to be firm but patient with him, if you want to reach a compromise or talk him out of doing something potentially harmful.

For each day he is cold towards you there will twice as many where he is very passionate towards you. It is an up and down with him and his mood swings only worsens with each Tarnished that attempts to pass through Stormveil Castle.

He is afraid to show any form of weakness and tends to refuse help you offer. Once you get to know each other better and he feels like he can finally be vulnerable around you will he slowly begin to open up and tell you about his concerns. Give him reassurance in moments like this.

If you would like to do something nice for him, offer to braid his hair. Sit down with him, loosen his messy braids and before brushing it slowly and watch as he begins to melt away under your touch. He will be very quiet throughout the whole process right up until you are finished where he will mutter a quiet ‘thank you’ before resuming whatever task he did before.

And yes, he did graft a different dick onto himself. But I will talk about that once I do some nsfw headcanons with him.

[whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon]

Because my mind just refused to let this go as I work on my fic, here's some crack!canon featuring you x your favorite character:

Morgott has the uncanny ability to finish your sentences for you. No, he isn't psychic (at least... he doesn't think so), he's just really attuned to you. (You still think he's psychic, though)

Since your relationship with him started, Godwyn absolutely, positively cannot get a good night's sleep (and he loves a good night's sleep, credits it for his happy disposition) if you're not in bed with him. And if you take too long to get it in bed, he'll hit you with the puppy dog eyes until you do. And next thing you know, you have a sleeping demi-god in your arms.

Boggart actually DOES NOT like it if you eat other people's cooking. Your taste buds are his alone, dammit. So, too, are your eyes because he loves the way you ogle his chest.

Radagon actually does not mind it when you choose his outfits for him. He's confident in your fashion choices most of the time and his ability to effortlessly look good in whatever you pick out for him. And for the hundredth time, no, he will not go naked. His body is for your viewing pleasure only.

Mohg will never admit it but it was Varré who played wingman and helped him to woo you. You really thought Mohg could wax poetry so effortlessly, didn't you?

The depths of Radahn's love for you can't be quantified. I take it back, it can be. How do you know? Well, a drunken Starscourge told you. He told you his love for you is as big as Leonard and then showed you with his hands. He loves you THIS.MUCH. Okay, then. Radahn was so proud of himself for saying that. And then he passed out. Poor baby meant well. You took extra care of him the next day as he nursed his hangover.

Gideon has caught you laughing at Nepheli's imitation of him more than once.

To your surprise, Godrick's grafting has made him... incredibly ticklish. You may or may not use it to great effect (if only because you want to hear him genuinely laugh) and sometimes he'll hide from you. It's like this really interesting game of hide and seek except Godrick's not really playing. He kinda is. Um...

You actually find it hilarious that Blaidd hates the cold and will playfully tease him about it. Blaidd being the good sport that he is only snorts because you ALWAYS get under his cloak when you're cold. ALWAYS.

Ranni actually likes that you can (and do) pick her up. This being Ranni, of course she has to express her disapproval. Of course.

Varré loves surprise kisses. An exceptionally good kiss will have him giggling like a madman. And don't you dare tell Luminary Mohg about this. ʘ‿ʘ

Diallos loves it when you style his hair. He loves the way your fingers run through his curls and massage his scalp.

You can and have gotten lost in Rogier's eyes. You never hesitate to tell him how beautiful they are. And he never hesitates to blush and kiss your hand in response.

You like to playfully smack Patches on his ass and tell him how good he looks in his pants. Patches being Patches, of course, will smirk and wink at you. And then he'll tease you by wearing even more form-fitting pants. Oh, Patches...

[viciousbutprecious]

I've been playing Elden Ring with some friends and out of all the characters I could've fallen for, I went with whatever the fuck you wanna call Godrick. And yes, my friends are disturbed. And therefore, I decided to make this sketch to honour the fun we've had.

I based my character model after Cirucci from Bleach.

[elden-shame]

Raindrops || Godrick x Consort ( Gender Neutral)

Have some fluff. Oh and Godrick’s consort is as certain as the raindrops falling from the ever pouring storm, so enjoy that.

Requested tags: @krakenguard @blackbladesimp @prismatic-starstuff @luminescent-on-high @thenightmarelibrarian @mei-is-tarnished @funky-insanitear @red-hydra

The grafted lord was a proud man, a loud and bold man, he did not settle for any less than he deserved, he did not take shit and he would not let anyone talk down upon him. He would never admit he was a weak man, a sickly man who grafted himself for strength, to stay the sickness and in admiration to the true golden lord, Godfrey. Godrick was not a little man, his frame bulky and large, his myriad of limbs grasping his usual mantle to his back, one of his main arms coated in armour his clothes altered to fit his many limbs and he was by all means, in a way, intimidating. All feared him.

All but them, his little consort. The first to look upon him not in fear or disgust, they didn’t see him as something to ridicule no. “You are exactly who you want to be, the past is the past and the future is yet to be. But… you are still you no?” They had told him, smiling, looking up to him as they held one of his hand between both of theirs. He thought fondly of them often, even if he did not let it show when he tended to his duties as a lord; which he had rather neglected but thanks to them, he was making some effort he wanted to make them be proud to be known as his consort. Nothing less than perfect would be acceptable. They always had a place in his mind, and even when he carried himself tall, as a lord, within their bed chambers that was an entirely different matter.

Today was one such day, the storm over the castle rumbled with thunder, raindrops falling against the glass panes as the greyish light, mingling with the gold of the distant erdtree bled in to the room. It was late afternoon, Godrick had been busy most the day and his consort had retired to their chambers to rest, feeling rather tired and now free of his duty the lord went to join them. He entered and immediately his eyes fell upon his little consort, laying on their side on the large bed dwarfed by its size and thick frame that was specially made to support his grafted weight. Slowly he approached, his footfalls anything but silent yet he tried softly not wishing to disturb them as he moved over and then slowly sat down on the edge of the bed,not once did his gaze leave them as their eyes opened and met his.

“All done?” They asked softly, voice hushed as they rewarded his arrival with a warm smile, a hand reaching for him and he was not going to refuse them. He shifted, kicking his boot off and shifting his mantle as he lay down beside them, one hand removed his golden crown setting it on the side as a multitude of hands reached out for them, taking their hand gently pulling them close to his chest as many arms gently wrapped around them, “Aye, that I am.” He murmured, his voice surprisingly soft, no one would ever hear him like this. Warm, kind, even for his hulking figure he was being so gentle, only for them. Always only for them.

There were not many words passed, as the two fell into a silence that was not uncomfortable no, it was welcomed as they lay snug to each other. Some hands caressed their face, pushing their hair from it and stroking their cheek, one of their hands linked their fingers with his as their other came to his cheek, he immediately rested his face against it, gazing at them lovingly as he let out a soft sigh. Thunder rumbled over head, a faint flash of lightning and still raindrops tapped away at the window, “I love thee, mine little raindrop.” Godrick mumbled, his voice breaking that silence to which his consort smiled, shifting to oh so softly press a kiss to his pale lips, “And I,” they murmured as he pulled them close, stealing another kiss which they returned gladly, “Love you, my beautiful lord.”

[wxnheart]

hello! before anything else, i just wanted to say your writing is a godsent, no matter the genre hehe. Anyways, I was hoping if I could request a specific scenario about showering Godfrey, Godrick, and Mohg with praise in the heat of sex? Spoiling them as a treat... as well as blowing their ego along with their... yknow.

𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐄𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐲 - "𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧… 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞…"

You praise your beloved lord, power personified.

His flesh radiates majesty. You feel it under your trembling hands as they worship his body.

Godfrey is so gentle. His large hand cups the back of your head, guiding you as you bring him pleasure. He could be feral, could become beholden to the beast inside him you're so good, but not yet...

Your lips, tongue, and fingers worship him ardently and before you know it, you're tasting his essence and it's magnificent—

You spread your legs; you're so pliant. You beg him, your beloved Lord, voice trembling, to take you to heights unknown. You see it, his feral beast emerging and in a flash, you're coming undone in his embrace.

𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 - "𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭… 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭…"

Under different circumstances, he would've been smug about this but... you understand. You see his power. You see his glory. He is everything the Golden Lineage stands for.

You're mewling under his touch. His numerous hands light the flame of arousal within you.

Godrick plays your body like a fine-tuned instrument. He rewards you for your praise, something he'll never admit he's deeply, sorely missed.

You moan again, begging for more, and Godrick honors your request and makes you resplendent under rays of Gold.

𝐌𝐨𝐡𝐠 - "𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐈𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝…"

He feels so good inside you, your beloved Luminary.

You ride him with fervor, thighs trembling in rapture, feeling his bony fingers tighten around your hips with every movement.

You're doing so well, beloved, pleasing him just as he likes, showing love befitting Mohgwyn's shining star.

You plead for release, the ultimate gesture of your affection, of your praise.

You plead for release, for his seed, enveloped in the throes of Mohgwyn's glory and he grants it. And he's luminous all over again.

B̳o̳n̳u̳s̳

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭 - "𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞…"

Oh, how he's denied himself your touch. How he's denied himself and craved it all the same.

You want it. You want it so and so you stand before him, yearning laid bare in the smooth expanse of your skin. And Morgott shivers.

You croon softly at him, easing his fears, praising him, reminding him that he's everything they said he wasn't: Regal, Sublime, Beautiful...

So, so beautiful. You croon to him, arousal laid bare and open your arms. For him. And only him. 'Fall with me...'

He succumbs like a man starved. Pride be damned, he succumbs to his desire, and together, you two fall.

[bekaroth-reads]

Passing godrick random things (since he has so many damn arms) as he is working just to confuse the hell out of him

[Okay, at first I was just going to do HCs for this, but I liked the idea so much I ended up doing an actual fic for it.]

Just when you thought there was nothing else about the lord of Limgrave that could surprise you, that’s when you noticed something about those hands of his. Turns out that even though he could use any of his limbs at any point that he desired, he couldn’t really use all of them at once; not well at any rate. It did make sense. Sometimes it was difficult to manage two arms as it was. Even then everyone with just two has done things like accidentally dropped something from one hand when they meant to do so with the object in the other. When he did use more than two, it was like that, but multiplied by about ten. There was just too many mental gymnastics to be done to use all of those limbs at once, and with the constitution of his mind seemingly wearing thin as it was, he needed to not overwork himself with such things. And, so, he usually used his two main arms, perhaps one of the other, larger ones toward the front, and the others that lined them almost acted like fingers if sorts; able to move on their own, but usually moving along with the flexing and contracting of other muscles.

Theses hands were still functional, no matter their current use, and seemed be controlled subconsciously. Because of this, you found that they did something somewhat similar to what infant hands do; if you pressed something to the palm of the hand, even lightly, his fingers would instinctually wrap around it. So, it became a sort of game that you would play with him especially in the most inopportune times. You would hand things to his dormant hands and see how long it took him to notice. One time he unknowingly held a book open for you for almost an entire chapter. Another time you managed to give him almost everything from his writing desk, and he only noticed when a quill tickled the second to last free hand. The fact that he almost spilled ink on himself got you in some pretty hot water there for awhile. But, the really funny part about the whole situation is that he would deny up and down that he didn’t know what he was doing. The time with the book, he claimed that he was just doing you a favor. And the time with the writing desk was because it needed to be sorted anyway and he was just holding things until he made his choice on the rearrangements (everything was put back exactly how it was before.)

This time you weren’t doing anything quite so ornery. It was one of your favorite versions of the game to play. You simply had a bag of marbles that you had found, and you would periodically give one to a hand. It was all going well; you had gotten the top row of hands and just had one more to get: the one on that trunk-like leg of his. Unfortunately for you, the gig was up when you sat down on the floor. Godrick looked over from where he was reading a report from his guards. “For what purpose art thou on the floor?” You could tell from his tone that he was already suspicious and you needed to distract him before he took stock of his hands. You nestled your head against his leg and hummed ever so sweetly, “I simply wished to sit down, my lord.” He looked down to you, still not buying your excuse. “Pray tell, why art thee inclined to rest in such a lowly place, and not a chair proper?” By this point you knew he had to have known about what you were doing, but you decided to play dumb regardless. “Well, I can rest and still be close to my lord here.” You wrapped your arms around his leg as you replied for good measure. “Is it I thou wish not to abandon,” Godrick looked down at you with an equally falsely sweet smile, “or rather thy playthings?” With that the sound of the marbles dropping onto the floor and rolling every which direction echoed through the room. “Clean thy mess! T’would be unfortunate were someone to slip due to thy antics.” He snapped as he went back to work. “And let me and my hands be for once!”

It didn’t take as long as you thought it would to find them all and put them back into their bag. And Godrick must have not been too upset with you, as you periodically felt him watching you as you looked around for the little, glass balls. Once you had made sure everything was picked up you walked back over to him. You could tell he was side-eyeing you to make sure you weren’t about to pull something again, yet after a few minutes of peace he relaxed a bit. That’s when you got a brilliant idea. Godrick growled as he stabbed his quill into its holder. “The distinct memory of telling thee to not bother-“ he looked over to see the thing that you had put into one of his hands this time was in fact your own. He looked at it for a moment, before shaking his head. “Thou’rt a needy thing.” He sighed before he turned back to his work. You giggled and rested your head on his back. A hand close to your head suddenly gave your ear a good tug, and you gave an indignant yelp. Godrick gave a deviant chuckle, “Apologies, dearest. As thou knowest, these hands have a mind of their own at times.” You were more than certain that wasn’t the case this time, and the grin on his face solidified that fact.

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Godrick x reader 3

[You know how I said a few days ago that I couldn’t think of more Godrick stuff? Guess what hit me like a day later at 3:00 in the morning, haha]

As odd as it may seem, the general horror of your situation was slowly starting to wear off. You were definitely still terrified of the man, but at this point you were able to push past that underlying feeling dread at least when he wasn’t there. Thankfully, these times were seemingly increasing as Godrick was still a lord after all, and there were plenty of times where he needed to be gone for most of the day, leaving you in this horrid room. There would have been plenty of situations where this room wouldn’t have been horrid, but rather one of the best rooms you’ve ever had the pleasure of staying in with it’s lavish decor, decently soft furniture, and well, roomy-ness. The main detractions of it were the obvious one of Godrick, who would always come to check on you throughout the day, though that checking was usually more akin to tormenting, and the fact you were always locked in here. You had exhausted all avenues of escape you could think of, which sadly due to the placement of the room in the castle, was only two; the always locked, impossible to pry open door, and the window that was facing a sheer drop onto a rocky edge of the ocean. To be fair, you thought about just jumping, because as a tarnished if you did miss the water and die, at least you would reappear at a site of grace somewhere else. And you didn’t care where that somewhere else was as long as it wasn’t here. The problem was that it was one of those windows that was cut straight out of the stone work of the castle, and while it was wide enough to easily look through, it was too thin to actually fit through; and you most certainly tried! Even so you thought of trying again. But, there was the sound of someone on the other side of the door which pulled you from your mullings of escape. It didn’t seem to be Godrick, as if it were, he would have had the door unlocked and would have been well into invading your personal space by now.

You hesitantly walked to then door and leaned to the floor to try to see what you could from the crack at the bottom. For the little bit that you could tell, there were two normal looking legs with only one foot connected to each, letting you know for sure that this most certainly wasn’t Godrick. Not knowing much else, other than the fact that you desperately wanted to talk to any other person at this point, you gave a tentative, “Hello?” through the crack. You were answered with a wheezing laugh, followed by a raspy, yet somehow delicate voice musing, “I knew the beast had got him someone; but didn’t think they’d last this long!” After that response, you thought for sure that whoever this was just came here to taunt you and leave, but to your surprise they kept talking. “How long have you been held here, poor tarnished?” Even though you would usually have been cautious with strangers, you were desperate to find a way out of here and were hopeful that this person was going to be that way out. “I’m not positive, but I think just over two weeks.” The person on the other side hummed in thought at that. “Not usually one to be friendly with you tarnished, seeing as you lot seem to make trouble. But,” the next part he said in a bit of a hushed tone, and you almost couldn’t hear him through the door, “seeing as the, “lord,” has gone mad, a little trouble might be good for him. Not mentioning that what you currently live like is a fate I wouldn’t wish on the worst of my enemies.” That wheezing laugh rang out again, but was quickly shushed. “Now, if you want to be free from that room without Godrick’s keys, there is but one way.” This information from him caused you to really stop and listen.

“The fireplace has a fairly large opening at the top. Might be a bit if a tight squeeze, but you should still be able to get through.” The man started as he seemingly leaned closer to the gap at the bottom of the door as his voice grew ever so slightly clearer, “You should be in the clear once you get out. As long as you leave quickly and quietly. The roofs and gables of the castle are actually quite easy to walk upon.” The chimney had never occurred to you because you had never seen an outside view of it and assumed it tapered off at the top. “How do I know if I can trust you?” You questioned, not wanting to get yourself into another situation like this one. “Well, I ‘spose you can’t. Only assurance I can give is that we both have our reasons to spite the ol’ codger.” He suddenly paused for a few moments before whispering, “Got to go. Spent too much time here. If you’re going to try the chimney today, do it quickly!” The feet under the crack of the door quickly walked away, and took the man with them. You wasted no time to try what he suggested. Sure it might have been a good idea to wait and try it later when you were positive that you would have the time, but the temptation of freedom was too strong to ignore.

It was a bit more difficult that you thought that it would have been as even though you were easily able to brace your body against the sides to inch your way up, all of the soot lining the masonry made it somewhat slippery; your sweat from the close quarters as well as your nerves made it worse. Still, there was still good time being made and you were already a good few meters up the thing even though you had just started a few minutes ago. But, seeing as fate seemed to hate you, there was suddenly the sound of the door opening, and the familiar sound of mixed-matched limbs lumbering along the floor. You froze, you could easily stay braced here for a long time, and it in fact gave you another option to get out. If climbing up the fireplace didn’t work, perhaps you could just hide in here until he thought you had already gotten out. Then he might rush out and leave the door open. All you had to do was stay still and not make a sound as you knew by this point he had very keen hearing.

“Now where hast thou stolen away to this time?” You heard Godrick hum in a calm voice that contradicted the ever more frantic sound of him walking around the room as he searched for you. Things were looking good for you for the slightest of moments, but then, once again something seemed to be out to ruin your life. Your foot slipped slightly; not enough to make you slide, but it did knock down a trail of soot from the wall. As the dust fell, you heard Godrick’s pacing stop. You held your breath, trying to make the least amount of noise possible. The next thing you knew there were one of those long arms of his snaked it’s way in, the six-fingered hand grouping around the walls right under you, thankfully just out of reach of you. That lumbering figure if his was keeping him from reaching further into the fireplace or even looking up into it. After an agonizing half a minute the arm retreated, and you listened intently, hoping the sound of him leaving quickly followed. There was a grunt from Godrick, followed by a bang that shook the walls and caused you to loose your balance. Falling down the chimney, you landed onto the old charcoaled logs and plies of ash, causing a cloud of soot to plume thickly into the air. You coughed and hacked as the grey fog attacked your nostrils and lungs, and when things started to clear, you saw Godrick looming over you, his cloak strategically held over the bottom half of his face to cover it from the filth that temporarily clouded the air. His eyes were still visible, though, and they were furious.

He lifted you by the back of your shirt like a cat grabbing the scruff of a kitten; making you eye level with himself, yet keeping you at a distance to avoid getting dirtier than he had to. “ T’would be wise to explain thyself, and explain well.” He sneered, his voice still muffled by his cloak. There was no answer from you, however, as you were doing your best to squirm out of his hold, kicking more soot up in your wake. “Be still!” Godrick growled as he tried to subdue you. But, you had just come so close to regaining your freedom that you had found a new zest for fighting. Well, fighting as best you could being held the way you were. “I bade thee, be still!” He shouted, feeling like the volume would help him control you. “I am thy lord! And, thou shalt as I-“ there was a loud rip as your tunic tore in your struggle, and you fell to the floor, sending another puff of ash into the air. “…command…” Godrick trailed off as he looked at the little bit of cloth in his hand and then down to you face first in the fireplace.

You were dazed from the fall and a slight bump on the head as a result. As you tried to push yourself up, a whimper fell from your lips as your aching head protested the movement. To your astonishment, Godrick actually rushed to your aid, scooping you up and holding you properly with gentle intent. “See now? Had thou been obedient then this harm would not have befallen thee.” He practically cooed as he checked over your head. “Stop…” you groaned and tried feebly to pull away from him. “Stubborn to the end. ‘Tis why thou’rt endearing.” Godrick chuckled. “Hush now and be still.” This time the command from him was gentle. After checking the area that was starting to swell slightly and deciding that it wasn’t anything too concerning, he looked to the rest of you. He chuckled again at the slight before him. There you were, shirt torn with a large chunk out of the back of it, covered in soot from head to toe like you were the world’s worse chimney sweep, and slightly sleepy looking as you were slowly regaining your wits from the bump on your head.

“Now, what a state my little pet is in!” Godrick almost giggled as he brushed you or hair away from your face. One of his hands grabbed the end of his cloak and started to wipe off your face with it. “I shall not have thee seen in such rags.” He hummed and you found it ironic, because if the time that you had spent here had let you know anything it’s that he wasn’t going to let you been seen by anyone at all. “Does that fancy thee, pet?” He asked you in an excited tone that indicated he thought you should be excited as well. “Hmmm? Shall we dress thee in garments as pretty as thy countenance?” You had no idea why there was this sudden change in demeanor that he was having. From the time that you had been with him, you knew that he could change emotions at the drop of a hat, but this seemed extreme even for him. From how furious he was just a few minutes ago to how overly fawning he was being now… there was something going on and you were determined to find out what it was. “Firstly, though, thou art to be cleaned. Fine clothing and soot do not compliment each other after all.” He gave an actual laugh, which was something that you hadn’t heard him do yet. Even though you had never heard him genuinely laugh before, at least not with much of his usual mad cackle mixed in, you couldn’t help but feel that wheezing cadence it had was somehow familiar.

Godrick, unbeknownst to you, was panicking. He knew that you were more than capable of causing him some real problems if you wanted to. He had just managed to get lucky on convincing you that he was much more fearsome than he actually was. Certainly, there was some point where he was, but there was a major flaw that arose from this game that he decided to play about two and a half weeks ago; it was no longer feeling like a game. And, to make things worse, he felt almost powerless to stop it. When he thought you were actually gone, he felt like he was going to die. So, in order to try yo keep you from trying to escape again, he tried to do what he had done from the beginning, frighten you into submission. But, to his horror, it didn’t seem like it was working anymore. Perhaps he had over used the method? Either way it wasn’t working today. So he would be sweet on you for the rest of the day, perhaps tomorrow too if you weren’t too obstinate. Godrick had his methods of getting his way; and, more importantly, what he wanted. He hummed as he walked you over to the washbasin across the room, and started to properly clean your face. “If only I could convince thee to behave.” Godrick groaned as he started to fuss over your face with the washcloth.

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Godrick x reader 8

As soon as he could get ready to go for the day, Godrick was straight out the door to get his lordly work out of the way, so he could spend that rest of the day planning things with you; well, more so him telling you what was going to happen when the two of you got married. In his mind though, he was taking that extra step to include you though, so fiancé of the year award to him…given by him. You honestly were happy that he was gone so that you could have a proper breakdown about everything. Just as you were going to give yourself to the throes of insanity, the door swung open. It seemed like there was no chance of him leaving you alone. To your surprise, he didn’t enter immediately, or grab the edge of the door with a few of his hands like he had the habit of doing. Why was he just lingering outside the door? Was he just listing to you, and trying to see if you were pulling anything? Then, even more to your surprise, someone else entirely walked into the room. It was a woman that looked to be a warrior of some kind. You didn’t care who she was, or what she did as long as she kept that door open long enough for you to leave with her. Even if you didn’t stay with her, all you needed to do was get away from this room and the man that owns it. “So, there is someone in here!” She seemed truly surprised. “That man from the gate told me that there was someone being held prisoner here when I first entered a few weeks ago, but I wasn’t able to get past that brute Godrick to check until now. Seems to be very protective of you.”

“Possessive.” You corrected, “But, there’s not much time to think about that now. We need to get out of here before he comes back!” You insisted and she seemed to agree, yet not so urgently. “While that is true, we don’t need to worry as there are a few others keeping an eye out for the lord of the castle. They will send an alarm if he-“

There was suddenly something that sounded somewhat like a firework. Someone that wasn’t listing for the difference would have probably thought that it was the birds at it again, but the two of you knew better. “Was that it?” You asked. “That was it.” She answered and got ready to battle. This was the last thing that she should do for multiple reasons, so you were quick to pull her away from the door and desperately look for somewhere to hide her. “No! If he finds you here then he’ll go even more crazy than he already is! I’ll never get out of here!” Quickly you shoved her into a wardrobe. “Are you sure this is the best idea?” She questioned and tried not to gag at the overwhelming stench of the cacophony of mixing and clashing dried herbs trying to keep pests away. “No, but it will have to do!” You cried in a hushed scream as you shoved her back in before rushing over to sit inconspicuously by the fireplace like you were always there. This time when the door creaked open, you did see the many hands grabbing onto it, like you were used to. As soon as Godrick entered the room, he had a look of suspicion about him. The first thing that he did was walk over to you.

“I was almost certain ‘twas closed when I left.” He didn’t have to specify what he was talking about, and you felt that if you tried to play it off like you didn’t notice then your new friend and you would be having some problems. “Yes, it…didn’t shut all the way. You were in so much of a hurry that the latch didn’t catch.” You hoped that worked. It didn’t seem to. His gaze narrowed. “And, thou made no efforts of escape?” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Escape? Why would you think such a thing?” There was a hand placed on your shoulder, causing you to quickly add, “With the marriage, and all.” That really seemed to send some red flags up for him; of course you shouldn’t have acted too eager. The next mistake you made was to subconsciously glance at the wardrobe, which you tried to correct by looking in other directions too so it looked like you were just avoiding eye-contact, but the damage had already been done. “Ah, yes. We’ve much to plan for. Perhaps we shall start by finding something suitable for thee to wear.” You quickly reached out to grab his hands, well, a hand and the dragon snoot, to keep him from walking away from you.

“Wait! I-“ you realized how panicked you sounded and tried your best to compose yourself. “I wanted to- want to talk- well, rather ask- that is if you have the time-“ Your words came to a halt when the hand that was resting on your shoulder moved up to hold the side of your neck. “Why, thy nerves seems to be in a dither, pet. Perhaps, thou hast something hidden from thy lord?” He went to turn his head to look at wardrobe once more and your hand shot to stop him. He gave you a questioning look, and you realized the situation that you had gotten yourself in. There was really only one thing that you could do to dispel his suspicions and distract him from the open door at the same time. And, before you could think too much about it, you acted.

Godrick yelped out a sound of surprise when you hastily put your lips to his. And, he froze, not believing that someone- that you- were actually kissing him; rather, trying to, seeing as there wasn’t any participation on his part. After a few seconds you pulled away, and noticed the woman who came to help you was now half way to the door. Ironic that you ended up being the person that was helping her escape in the end. Thankfully, Godrick didn’t notice your glances this time, still being in a daze; perhaps more so, he noticed them, but the haze in his mind was causing him to register them as sheepish attempts to avoid him after what you just pulled. All, the same, you had to keep him here another few minutes to give that woman enough time to make a get away from the area until it was safe to come back; if she decided it was even worth it, that is. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” You tried to excuse yourself and pull away knowing that when you usually did it it drew his attention to you more. You were correct with your assumption, however, the exact result wasn’t something you could have predicted. Godrick’s hold was somehow more gentle, yet at the same time more solid. There wouldn’t even be a thought of trying to squirm out of it, no matter how much you wanted to.

“Was that what cased such trembling from thee?” He chuckled like he was totally unaffected, even though his face was as red as a rowa fruit. Before you could respond, he quickly brought your face back to his. The feeling of his overly chapped lips scraping across yours sent cringing chills down your spine. There was also the fact that, despite trying to make you think otherwise with his bravado, it seemed and felt like he did at all know what he was doing. When the agonizing ordeal was finally over, he started to make his way back to the door. “ ‘Twas supposed to be a short visit, yet look how thou hast distracted me from my duties!” He practically giggled like a giddy child. “I have much to attend to for the day. There has been talk of a few intruders in the castle, and seeing the door open caused me to think the worst had happened to thee.” Godrick explained in a more serious tone. You got the feeling that the, “worst,” that he was referring to was more along the lines of you leaving him rather than you getting hurt. “But, do not worry, pet. Thy lord shall make sure that thou’rt protected as he always does.” He gave a smile that most would find threatening, but you had become familiar enough with his face to know that it was meant to be endearing. And, with that he left once more.

It was about ten minutes later and you had thought that woman and whomever that friend of her’s that she talked about had left you for good. But, to your relief the door popped open again with some force behind it, so you knew that it was her forcing it ope again. This time she had with her a wizard of some kind if you were to go by the large, pointed hat, and good old Gostoc as well. “Oh, you actually came for me!” You exclaimed not able to hide the emotions bubbling up inside of you. “Of course I did. Certainly couldn’t have left you after I saw just how you were being treated.” She placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, “And, especially not after you helped me get out of here myself earlier. What you did took a special kind of courage that not many people could muster.” The woman shuddered when she thought back about what had happened. But, not wanting to risk taking too much time again, she pressed on. “My name is Nepheli Loux. This here is Rogier. When this gatekeeper told us about you we had to came and help.” At the mention of his name Rogier gave a slight bow and at the mention of the current mission, he have a nod. “Though I had planned on keeping myself rather out of the politics of Stormveil Castle and simply study, I was swayed by the conviction of the other two, and when Nepheli told me that the beast had plans to force you to marry him, that convinced me to help entirely.” The wizard explained further. Thought the other two didn’t looked pleased at the thought of Godrick forcing anyone to marry, there was an even darker tone to Gostoc’s face when the subject was brought up.

“There’s no time to talk of it now!” Gostoc hissed with his raspy breath acting up with his emotion. “We must leave immediately!” The other two agreed with a nod each and soon you were doing something that you had longed for for nearly half a year; you were being lead outside of the room. Though you somewhat wished to savor the first feeling of freedom you had from that hell, you were understandably being hurried along. It did you no good to be out if you waited around here for Godrick to find you again. The castle rushed by you in a blur as you were being lead quickly down halls, up stairs, through doors, and back down stairs again. Eventually, you were brought to an old, dusty storeroom. “You’re sure I’ll be safe here?” You questioned nervously, feeling like all of this was too good to be true. “Course you will. This wing if the castle’s been closed off for decades. If he does look for you it will be one of the last places.” Gostoc assured. “Though it might take some time to help you all the way out of here. This room is pretty far from the gate, and there’s an entire army out in the courtyard leading to it.” Nepheli sighed as she tried to plan. You weren’t sure where you were, so you couldn’t give anything that could help, even though you had been here for so long. If there was someone that knew where to go it would most likely be Gostoc.

“Right you are.” He agreed. “We’re much closer to the throne room over here.” That’s when it hit you in what to do. “We need to go to the throne room.” They all looked at you like you were crazy. “Are you certain?” Rogier questioned, “It seems like that would be one of the places that we would be most likely to find him.” While you knew this was the case, and the thought of him seeing you out of the room terrified you, you also knew it was one of, if not your only chance. “There’s a secret passage out of the room. It leads to a cellar with a small door outside.” You explained. Nepheli looked at Gostic. “Is this true?” She asked. “Well, there’s rumors of such a thing, but I haven’t been in the room long enough to see it with my own eyes. No one has.” He replied before turning to you. “Though, I suppose this one got in somehow, and not by the main gate nor my way as the two of you did.” Nepheli thought a moment. “There would be less guards between us and he throne room as well.” You cut in again, “And, if Godrick is looking for me in the rest of the castle, then it’s less likely that he’ll be there.” That seemed to be all that Nepheli needed to be convinced. “Then it’s settled. Rodgier and I will go clear a path to the throne room. You two stay here until one of us comes to get you.” She informed Gostoc and you before she and the wizard left.

Freedom was so close now, yet there was something that was yelling at you for the back of your mind that it wouldn’t be this easy.

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Godrick x reader 10(alternate ending)

By the time that you had made it to the courtyard before the throne room, you felt like you were about to collapse. It wasn’t like you got much in the way of physical activity while you were stuck in that room, so sprinting all the way across the castle was murder. There was something to be said for the endurance of Nepheli Loux as she had sprinted that distance to find you, and then practically carried you while sprinting it once again, and only seemed mildly worn from the effort. Before the door that lead to the yard there was a small room to the side. Rogier was hiding there as he waited for the two of you to get there. “Thank The Will you’re here!” He exclaimed before explaining why. “Godrick passed this way, and headed the opposite of where you just came from. Seems he wants to re-examine the rest of Stormveil before going to the closed wing. I just missed his view by jumping in here.” That was a wonderful stroke of luck and the three of you weren’t going to waste it. Without another thought to the matter, you all rushed into the courtyard and toward the throne room. You were already up the first few steps when something shot past you, in between Nepheli and yourself, causing her to have to dive out of the way and away from you.

You were completely frozen, and while frozen you were able to see what went flying past you; a medium sized battle axe was wedged firmly into the now broken stairs leading to the throne room. There was a terrible and almost inhuman roar that came from the entrance to the courtyard that was soon followed by the sounds of many limbs slamming against the ground in an animalistic sprint. You knew he had found you, and the others didn’t waste any time in fighting off his charge. Something that was a relief to you is that you knew that the people working in the castle had no love for their lord, so there most likely wouldn’t be anyone else you had to face aside from him, even if some nearby guards were to hear the commotion. You looked around for something that you could do to help, but seeing as you didn’t have any weapons or magical aids of any kind, you were helpless to do little more than watch the fight.

Nepheli and Rogier seemed to be holding their own against the enraged Godrick, but only just barely. If you were putting your memories together correctly, Nepheli seemed to do a pretty good job fighting him if she was indeed the one that made him resort to the dragon arm. But, even then, at least from Godrick’s side of the story, it ended in a stalemate where she had to eventually retreat. It seemed having the wizard here would have helped were this a normal fight with the Lord of Stormveil, but in the current situation it wasn’t much of a difference. Godrick was in a blind rage and had the adrenaline and raw power that came with it; not only because you were out of your room and trying to find a way out, but especially because you were with other people, something that he refused to let stand. He wouldn’t dare let you be around anyone that he had not carefully picked out because he didn’t need them filling your head with something other than what he has been carefully planting there for the time that he has had you. His case in point being that here you were with two strangers who were taking you away from him before you could be married.

The sounds of metal clashing and spells flying rang out through the air. Suddenly, Godrick slammed the largest of his battle axes in the ground, causing a shock wave to shoot out and crack the earth around it, sending the other two flying, and knocking you to the ground even with how far away you were. The second that he saw them knocked out of the way, Godrick charged at you. You could only assume that it was with the intent to sweep you away and keep you for himself once more, as you knew that crazed face of his well enough to see what almost looked like pleading with his madness. You went to scramble away from him, but there was something that wasn’t letting you; something that told you you shouldn’t fight him about this. Right before he reached you, both of you were surprised to see Nepheli already had herself back up and flung herself across the courtyard and back at Godrick. He growled and fended of the attack with a blast of fire from the dragon head. She was able to dodge out of the way, but Godrick followed up with a kick that knocked her sword from her hand; her sword that landed right in front of you.

You wasted no time grabbing the weapon and pointed it at him. When Godrick saw the sight he looked surprised, then angry, then betrayed. At this he focused on nothing else but you. “Pray, what art thou doing, pet?” He questioned in his overtly, sickly sweet voice that he used when you were in trouble with him and he was trying to ease you into his will. He took a step and your will resolved as your grip on the sword tightened. “Stay back!” You yelled as you took a step back from him. “Come now, be reasonable. Have I not protected thee? Cared for thee? Loved thee?” Your hold faltered, and he noted this. Seeing his opportunity, Godrick charged at you once more, and what followed happened in such a flash none of you were able to process it at first.

Godrick let out a surprised and slightly pained gasp when you pressed the blade of the sword to his throat. “Thou would not hurt me, my love.” He stated as one of his hands started to reach for the sword. You pressed it closer, silently warning him to stop. From the side of your vision, you saw Nepheli stand. Godrick noticed too, but you made sure to keep his attention. It seemed that there was something that was keeping you here. Perhaps yourself. Regardless of the reason, you were appreciative of the others for at least trying to get you out of here. But, now you knew, that you were supposed to be here; supposed to be with him, even if you didn’t quite comprehend it all. If you were supposed to leave, then wouldn’t fate have let you by now? It’s not like you hadn’t tried. And, after all, look at the effort he’s going to making sure he doesn’t lose you.

What you were doing right now was keeping his attention so that the other two could get away. It was the least you could do for them after they had helped you with something you thought you wanted. After all, the feeling of having Godrick this close to you was comforting; his gigantic form warm and shielding from the world around you. He seemed to notice your thoughts somehow as his gaze on you softened; losing himself in your eyes and not noticing the others making their way to the throne room, having caught onto what you were doing for them. After another few minutes of this stare down, the hand reaching for the sword earlier moved again, grabbing onto your hand that held the hilt.

“Let go, my pet.”

While this seemed to be about the sword outwardly, you both knew it was about much more than the weapon pressed to his throat. He told you to let go, and you did. The sword fell to the ground with a clang, and you followed it shortly after. This seemed to be what broken the spell that your eyes had over him as after you were down, he quickly looked around for his assailants, but they were long gone at this point. Not wanting to risk losing you again, Godrick was quick to dismiss them for the time, and scoop you from the ground. “There now. ‘Tis over now. We’ve had our squabble, now we will settle ourselves.” He soothed as he stroked your hair. As he did, there was the sound of someone quickly approaching the courtyard. You looked from where you were sobbing into Godrick’s chest to see Gostoc standing at the door. Knowing how to cover for himself well, he quickly bowed and rasped, “My lord. I had come to give a report on the search on the front end of the castle grounds, however I see they have been found.”

“Aye, as once more I find myself having to do things myself!” Godrick snapped as he started to carry you across the courtyard. “Now make thyself of use for once and start to tell the others to call off the search. All of you are to resume your regular duties.” Godrick was quick to shush you when he felt you tense at his harsh tone. “Now, now, be still, my love. ‘Tis not thee I am cross with. Thine was just a bad case of pre-marital nerves.” He tried to tease you at the end, wanting to see you smile. When that didn’t happen, he went to doting once more. “The day has been long and exhausting for both of us. We shall go and rest for the remainder of it. How does that appeal to thee?” To be honest, it actually sounded nice. There was too many things that could happen while you were out here alone. You doubted that anyone would try to help you now, even Gostoc. But, was that really all that bad? You would be the consort to a lord and be well looked after the rest of your life. Not to mention, there was something that seemed to keep drawing you to Godrick himself now.

You unconsciously snuggled closer to Godrick, and he practically melted at the action. “My love?” He called your attention as he lifted you closer to his face. You looked at him in response. He brushed some hair from your faced, before leaning down and giving you a small kiss, that grew into a deeper one as his hold on you, both physically and mentally, tightened. There was something in the way that you didn’t fight him, that you actually went willingly with the action that let him know he had finally achieved what he had been seeking for a long time now. You both knew you were here to stay. Finally breaking the kiss, he opened the door to your shared room, and after closing the door behind him, sitting on the bed, and wrapping you both in one of his cloaks, he whispered softly into your ear, “Welcome home.”

[bekaroth-reads]

Godrick x Reader

There were many times that you were thankful for your sense of exploration, and this was one of them. You were not looking forward to having to go though that castle that loomed over the entirety of Stormhill, but that finger maiden made it sound like you had to go there. But, here, not too vary far from where she sat was a secret path hidden in the brush and trees. You were rather proud of this discovery and made your way uphill along the wall of the fortress. After walking along the back wall for a bit you found an opening. It was here that you also had to curse your sense of discovery as once you found something you wanted to explore it. The whole appeal of going this back way was to not have to go into Stormveil Castle. But, here you were, standing at a hidden back entrance, and dying to at least see a glimpse of the horrid place. After standing there staring at the passageway for a very long time, your curiosity won over your caution and you walked in.

It was much more still than you were expecting. When you first entered, it was at a sneaking height and a snail’s pace as you thought that there was going to be at least a guard or two, but there wasn’t another soul. Well, not another living soul that it. There was some sort of ghost here crying about grapes? While he didn’t seem like he was malignant, you still did your best to avoid him. Something just seemed off about him. Eventually, you found a ladder. Once again curiosity started to rear its head, and you were fighting to remind yourself that you were only supposed to get a glimpse of the place. You had already pushed your luck coming this far, and ascending into the castle proper would be foolish. And, as you said this to yourself you were also climbing the ladder.

Right past the ladder was a large stairway and you almost felt like you floated up them with how you were basically drawn to see where they led. You were glad that you followed that feeling as you were greeted with a beautiful room, speckled and lined with gold adornments any which way you looked. Intricate carvings were coated in the precious metal as well, making the whole room look almost otherworldly. Even that giant throne in middle of the room… Your stomach flipped and you realized you had indeed gone too far. You had managed to not only enter Stormveil, but to get yourself into one of the worst places to be in. Just as you were about to hurry back down the stairway, not wanting to see who or what exactly was large enough for that throne, the giant door on the other end of the grand room opened. With no other options, you knelt behind the back of the throne and hoped its owner had no plans to look that direction.

There wasn’t much notice of the echo of the room when you first entered, but now that you were no longer alone, the marbled textures seemed to amplify every little gasp that you dared breathe. Because of this you were holding your breath; breathing so little that you were starting to become lightheaded. The footsteps of the new occupant of the room were heavy, so heavy that you were sure it would shake the ground were the floor made of anything but gold and marble. Along with the heavy stomps were a series of plaps, that sounded as if someone were walking barefoot. But, that couldn’t be it because the pattern to them wasn’t that of someone walking, It as almost like the sounds of hands resting and then lifting from the stone surroundings. But, how could that be possible? There wasn’t much time to ponder that as the figure sat in the throne in front of you. His head was visible over the top of the throne, but just barely. From the angle of it, he seemed to have a hunch of some kind.

There was another set of footsteps into the throne room, yet these ones sounded much more like the ones that you were used to. They stopped suddenly before there was a muted thump of something covered in cloth hitting the floor, most likely the third party’s knees hitting the floor as they knelt. “My Lord Godrick. News from the watch.” What little blood was left in your face drained at the mention of his name. In your little time spent in the Lands Between, you had still heard enough about Godrick to know what he would most likely do to you if he found you. “Speak. I do not have all day.” The graveled, tenor voice spoke in a leisured manner that indicated he did in fact have as much time as he could want, he simple didn’t want to give it. “There has been sight of a new tarnished. The men at the tunnel said they saw the tarnished pass by and head toward the old bridge not but a half- hour prior. They tried scouting the area, but could find nothing. Shall I have them double the effort?”

Godrick changed his position on his throne, a series of sickening pops and cracks of joints and ligaments accompanied the movement. “Let it be for the time. I shall command thee otherwise should the need arise.” He straightened his back a little, and now all he would need to do is turn his head slightly and he would be able to see you. “Though I doubt those of thy caliber would be coherent enough to find even a lowly tarnished if they were right beneath thee. Or perhaps even behind thee.” The words he spoke had to just be coincidental, or so you prayed to any deity you’ve ever heard mention of. “M’lord?” The person in front of him questioned, not understanding what was going on. Godrick scoffed. “Give no heed to my words, fool. Simply a matter I must needs be attending to. Off with thee now! I expect a full report of the guard tomorrow morn. And, disregard that tarnished.” As he said the last part his cloak fell from his shoulders as a hand grabbed onto the back of the throne, followed by many more in other places of the ornate piece of furniture. “It almost certainly has already been found by someone else by this time.” You expected him to jump you right then and there, but noting happened. The third person in the room gave a quickly yet dutiful, “Yes, m’lord!” And took his leave. Godrick stood, walked across the room and closed the great doors once more. As soon as the door latch was lowered with a loud thunk, that raspy voice spoke once more. “T’would be a opportune time to run, roach.”

Not caring if it was a trap or not, you gladly took his advise, flung yourself from where you had been crouching, and sprinted down the stairway. You made the mistake of looking behind you, and saw nothing but a flood of limbs almost engulfing the whole height of the stairwell. Right as you were about to jump off of the ledge that had the ladder, there was suddenly the feeling of many hands griping you, nails digging in painfully. “A valiant attempt, yet doomed to fail.” Godrick laughed wickedly, his breathing ragged and heavy like the short sprint was a lot for his lungs to handle. You tired your best to squirm out of his hold. He mostly held you with his two largest, “main,” hands as some of the others started to examine different parts of you, lifting and turning your arms this way and that, as well as other things of the like. “Questionable material for grafting. Yet,” he lifted one of his hands to hold your chin, the whole time time walking back up the stairs, “perhaps not too hard on the eyes.” Seeing as you had a choice of fight or flight, and flight didn’t seem to work, something switched in your subconscious and the fight option was now at the forefront; materialized by you snapping your face down and biting his hand.

Godrick cried out it pain and quickly pulled back his hand; but that short cry quickly morphed into a demented laugh. “Oh, so the mutt has teeth!” He cackled as he inspected his hand. “What a curiosity thou art. Entering through my back door, hiding instead of challenging, yet feisty enough to entertain.” Godrick examined you more closely, seemingly rotating something in his mind. His gaze on you sent shivers down your spine, and that seemed to please him. There was something so much more unsettling about having a rather normal looking face on the monstrous body. If it were totally one or the other it wouldn’t have been so unnerving as the mixing of the two. Eventually, he appeared to settle on his decision. “Fortune smiles on thee this day, tarnished.” He lifted you higher, and your captivity was taken over by the many, smaller hands on his back so that you were stuck looking up at the ceiling.

He made his way leisurely across the throne room and opened the giant doors. It lead somewhere outside as you could see the sky. But, seeing as the sky was the only thing that you could see from where you were, that was all you could figure from it. “Thy timing is rather impeccable in truth.” Godrick chuckled as he made his way to wherever he was going. “It has been much too long since I have had a pet.” Your body stiffened even more than it already was, and you cried out, “What?!” His next laugh rattled in his chest and you could feel it from where your back touched his. “Thou’rt capable of speech after all then. T’was something I was beginning to doubt.” You went to yell something else in protest, but on of the hands on you covered your mouth; the hold was firm so there was no risk of more biting. “Hush, now! There is no need to rouse the whole castle.” He condescendingly rebuked as he approached a stone archway. “Unlike the rabble’s gossip, Stormveil is truly a peaceful abode.”

Not so very far away you heard the screech of a large bird followed swiftly by an explosion moments before there was a blood curdling scream that got louder before stopping abruptly with a splattering crunch. “For most…” Godrick almost begrudgingly tacked onto his previous statement. “Thy little heart need not falter, my new pet.” He paused his thought momentarily to revel in the shudder his new title for you sent when he said it. “Thou’rt rarely to leave my sights, and when thou art alone it shall only be in the comfort of thy new lodgings.” You weren’t really paying attention to what little bit of surroundings you could see; not to mention even if you could you’d be completely detracted by Godrick’s words and the tone of them. There was actually a sort of giddiness to them like when a child gets a dog or a cat; except for this wasn’t any sort of endearing as it was instead a Demi-god abducting a tarnished. There was another opening of a door, this time he closed it behind him, and you were sat in the middle of a large and rather ornate room. There wasn’t much opportunity to look around as your vision was engulfed by Godrick, a crazed look in his eye as he almost sang, “Welcome to thy new home, pet.” And, you had never wished more that you didn’t explore such a place as Stormveil castle.