A new age is coming. One not of order lustrous and gold, but of reunification and reforging the bonds of old. And it all started on the day an Empyrean met her Lord...

A Tarnished who has done this whole song and dance a million times before and has reached max level in every skill, starts up one last run. Why? To finally give every last one of his waifus the happy endings they deserve, of course. Told from the perspective of said waifus, as they all try to desperately get a handle on the Tarnished and his antics. WARNING: Mature Themes Abound!

The memoirs of a man who survived the world's destruction by Frenzied Flame. A record of how he built a kingdom upon the ash and fought the soulless Lord within the Flame.

A Tarnished of no renown has done the impossible: burned through the impenetrable thorns, and become Elden Lord. However, having a title and power means little unless one uses it. With Queen Marika the Eternal returned, and the Rune of Perfect Order used to mend to Elden Ring, it is time to bring Order back to the Lands Between.

She knew not why exactly she came. But using the Blood Knight Medallion, she requested an audience. Thus she ascended the Mausoleum. For answers, for something, anything, a proof that her actions meant something, that she swore herself to a Suzerain worth fighting for. Struck with a revelation at the top of the Mausoleum, perhaps she finally will receive this gift.

Sellen's favorite apprentice has seen fit to discuss the merits of the many kinds of sorcery with her. And of course, get to speak with their valued teacher a little more.

A story of moments along the Tarnished's journey to claim the Elden Ring.

On a winter night, a traveler from the Lands Between paid a visit to a certain workshop located far beyond the fog. There was a story she wished to hear from the Storyteller.

The Greater Will has brought forth a Tarnished from Earth. A man simply trying to make something of himself and failing. A man fated to fail in the race to become Elden Lord. Nathaniel was a weak man. But to return home it is necessary that he must embark on the road where he is destined to die. Although, he does have a maiden that will make his burden easier to carry.

"Thou'rt yet to become me. Thou'rt yet to become a god." Melina's waking.

In the foggy lake of Lliurna, an Albinauric's unexpected discovery of boiled prawn sends him on a journey across the Lands Between to claim the delicacy for himself and his dwindling group.

Millicent lies dying in the brace of the Haligtree. Slowly being eaten away by the Scarlet Rot after giving the needle of unalloyed gold to the Tarnished. But it seems her destiny has refused to claim her yet (Note that this was originally written as a one-shot and I probably won't continue anytime soon if at all. Deep apologies for that if you were confused.)

Her strange new memories tell her that the town's she see's should be ruins and their people dead or mad. But, looking down on the battle worn, yet still surviving, civilizations in front of her Malenia knew that protecting it was an obvious conclusion. She didn't know why she gained memories of another life, but she would use this knowledge to protect this land she now ruled.

At the end of all things, as the yellow Flame of Frenzy burns the world to nothingness, Melina traces the steps of the Lord of Chaos. She will deliver them what is theirs. But in her mind, she retraces the steps of the Tarnished. Her Tarnished.

Tarnished fights Margit. One-shot that came to me in regards to my character during the very first hours of playing this game.

An account of the final act of Ranni, Queen of the Dark Moon, and her crown-consort, the Tarnished Elden Lord, upon their wintry ascension to the Throne.

Aerfen has lost count of how many times she has done this song and dance. Inevitably, she's sent back to the Chapel of Antincipation some time after the Elden Ring is mended, no matter if she's the Elden Lord or not. An eternal struggle that she can't seem to escape from. Yet this time... this time was different. Everything was the same, and yet everything had changed.

The luster of gods and man alike fades over time. But Marika, inundated with her newfound freedom from the Greater Will and set upon the world as a Numen woman once more, seeks to right her eternal wrongs-starting with the reclusive Queen Rennala. (Post-Age of the Duskborn, AU.)

If you’ve come, then look inside. Know a truth some will deny, but in their heart they know to be right

The Elden Throne stands unclaimed amid the Moon's chill night, marking the end of the Golden Order. But before the burning of the Erdtree, the fell of Queen Marika, and the thwarting of the Greater Will; there was a Tarnished, a Witch, and a myriad others. A series of moments of a time before the advent of the Age of Stars.

You aren't sure where you are or even who you are but you do know one thing. The place you've found yourself is dangerous and full of oddities. Luckily you seem to be some type of immortal though you aren't entirely sure that's a good thing. Well, no use crying over spilled milk as they say.

The way of the Samurai is found in death-A fate that every warrior of Shimazu embraces when they fall in battle, but for Ryuzo the greater will stole his fate, and spirited him away into the lands between. Forever cursed to live,& die, again,& again. Angry of this curse, he follows the guide, but not for the sake of becoming a lord. But to take back what he deserve. honorable death

An old book bound in leather. Telltale signs of wear and age show that it was written long ago. It chronicles the journey of a nameless Tarnished throughout the Lands Between. Surely, its former owner was comforted by the thought that someday it would be read by another so that he may be remembered in some way. Remembrance is a luxury rarely afforded to the Tarnished, after all.

Varre/Tarnished porn without plot. Varre's desire for genuine love isn't as deep below the surface as he'd like his favorite tarnished to believe. Contains: Blood, violence, sex with hint of some kind of plot? It's a Varre fic, it's gonna be explicit. Might do something more with this later? No pronouns used for Tarnished- 2nd person pov

Varre/Tarnished porn without plot. An injured Tarnished seeks help from the only person capable of dressing their wounds by the cold shores of Liurnia. Contains: blood play, tarnished bottoming. I don't remember how to tag these. It's a Varre fanfic so it's going to involve violence and bodily fluids. No pronouns used for Tarnished. 2nd person POV