Elden Ring: Miquella's Consort

Alistair "I hate when people ask me what I did during the day. Like, idk, man, I woke up at noon and then it was 5 am! Ask Miquella those questions, he's the one paying attention."

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"Y-you hehehehe... you jerk..." Miquella giggled tiredly, smiling lazily as he glared at his smug consort "J-just you... hahaha... just you wait. I'll be sure to pay you back."

Alistair smirked "Oh, yeah? And how you gonna do that, my delicate beauty?"

"Oh, you'll know. After you raise the attributes that empower me, you'll regret arousing my vengeance."

"Ooh, I bet that's not the only thing I've aroused~." He winked, fingers dancing on Miquella's small back. The femboy demigod rolled his eyes, but his smile revealed his amusement "Always trying to flirt your way out of trouble."

Alistair grinned "Is it working?" Making him roll his eyes again "Dork."

He chuckled in response, pulling him into a tighter hug. But suddenly went quiet. The change in his mood confused Miquella, but before he could ask, the Tarnished kissed and whispered into his hair "Hey, Miq. What's going to happen when... you separate from St Trina, your "love?" Will you... treat me differently without your love?"

Miquella's eyes widened slightly at his thoughts. But he understood that it was a valid concern. He would be worried too about still being loved if he was in Alistair's place. He freed himself from the Tarnished's arms, but didn't escape completely. He could sense his concerns in his body language. Feel it in the way he tried to keep him close.

So he pulled back just enough to move his arm and cup his consort's cheek. As he drew circles under his eye, his heart melted at the way his body instantly calmed down "My beloved, there's no need to worry yourself.

I understand your concerns, but I promise you, the absence of my "love" doesn't mean my feelings will decrease for you in the slightest. After all, remember, even though St Trina wasn't part of me for such a long time, my love for my sister, father and brother Godwyn didn't diminish at all. It will be the same for you."

Alistair sighed, his hand gently grabbing Miquella's softly "Yeah, but those are your family. People you've cared for and loved for decades and centuries. And besides, the love you have for me is different. That's what I'm worried about. Without love, how would you care for me?"

Despite knowing his lover was actually concerned, Miquella couldn't help but smile 'He's so cute. I know he's actually worried, but he's just like a big puppy begging for affection.'

Pulling himself up, he kissed Alistair gently, slowly, lovingly. Kissing him long enough to ease his worries. As he pulled back, he resisted the urge to dive back onto his consort's lips again. Opting to comfort him instead.

As he thumbed the Tarnished's lips, he smiled lovingly "My beloved, loving someone isn't just on pure love alone. You could love somebody, but not want them. You could love somebody, but not desire them. You could love somebody, but not be attracted to them.

Among the many emotions that would result in us loving somebody, love itself is just one of them. When Trina gets separated from me, I will lose only one of the many, many factors that make me love you."

"Hm, you sure you're not just saying that to make me feel better?" Miquella could see that he had already calmed down, but was just looking to get spoiled. It was obvious from the smile he was trying to hide.

With a soft, amused chuckle, he raised himself to plant a gentle, loving kiss on Alistair's lips "Of course not, my beloved consort~. How could I ever bring myself to lie to you. How about instead of being nervous, you just wait and see for yourself when Trina is separated and I act like a leach, clinging to you without a single bit of shame?"

"Ooh? Is that how you're going to act?" Miquella laughed at his intrigued smile "Of course. After all, with love not being the strongest feeling I have for you anymore, other emotions that I have for you are amplified. With the strongest ones beings..." His smile turned seductive as his hand trailed down Alistair's muscular frame "Possessiveness," Making him shiver as the golden femboy licked his lip "And pure, shameless lust~."

As his delicate fingers stopped right below his stomach, dangerously close to his soldier, the Tarnished's breath shivered "Fuck, Miq... you're seriously making it hard for me to hold back..."

His fingers gently caressed the spot as he closed the distance, smiling as he stopped mere inches away from Alistair's face and lips as he whispered "And who said I want you to hold back?"

"Mother... fucker..." The Tarnished gritted out, his hand lowering to caress the thin waist of his lover. He was getting excited all over again, and he didn't know if he should be thankful for his high Vigor or not.

"But!" But just as his fingers were beginning to go down his waist, Miquella's fingers suddenly grabbed his jaw firmly with an innocent smile "Since I want to recover quickly and meet Trina, we'll need to stop completely for now."

"Huh?" He asked dumbfoundedly, and Miquella had to hold back a laughter as he gently slapped the hand that froze on his waist "Now, chop chop. Take that hand back so we can rest."

"Huh...?" Restraining his laughter even harder, he didn't even wait before pushing away his hand himself to rest it beside him before resting his golden head on Alistair's broad chest "Mmm, finally, some well-deserved rest."

"Huh..." The Tarnished let out in disbelief, before sighing and deciding to ignore Miquella pretty snicker.

- (A few hours later)

"Alright, ready?" After resting some more and drinking the entire Flask of Crimson Tears to make sure of a complete recovery, they were finally ready. Miquella took a deep breath and nodded "Yes, I'm ready."

"Alright, good luck." Alistair gave him a double thumbs up from a few meters away, making him laugh before he turned serious. Closing his eyes, he inhaled and exhaled deeply again before his hand came to rest on his chest.

A purple light began to glow from his chest, and it soon started to glow brighter as it seemed to be exiting his chest and into Miquella's palm. He grabbed it gently, like when he would hold a flower, before he pulled it out of him softly.

A shaky breath left him alongside the purple light before he opened his calm eyes and let go of the purple light, where it floated away from him and grew bigger, bigger and bigger in size. Until finally, unlike what Alistair had expected, it grew to the same size as Miquella.

As the purple light began to fade away, the figure of a woman dressed in a purple dress began to emerge. St Trina had finally appeared. And to Alistair's surprise, in an adult form like Miquella.

But although surprised, he had to give it to her, if he wasn't completely gay for Miquella, he would be mesmerized by her. She truly was a part of Miquella. Her beauty could only be matched by him. And her body, now as an adult, had grown to a mouthwatering degree. Miquella beat her at the booty (boo-deh), but she evened the playing field with her voluptuous chest.

But of course, as a loyal lover, Alistair wasn't going to check somebody else's figure, especially a woman's. But they just could be seen, even if he wasn't looking. It was a weird feeling. She was literally a part of Miquella, the dearest part of him at that, but he just couldn't help but see her as a different lady.

"Trina..." Miquella's breath hitched in his throat as Trina opened her eyes "Miquella..." The golden demigod froze at her sleepy voice, almost breaking into cold sweat before she smiled brightly "Miquella!" And leapt at him.

He froze as she suddenly hugged him, circling her arms around his slender chest with a bright smile "Hahahaha it's been so long! I've missed you so much!"

He was a mess. His thoughts were all over the place. But instead of sorting out his thoughts, figuring out the emotions he was feeling, he decided to follow what his heart wanted. He hugged her back, much more desperation apparent in his trembling form than he wanted to show "I... y-yeah, I missed you too..."

He hated how his voice trembled. It sounded so weak, so sad, so desperate. He hated how he looked so weak in front of both Alistair and Trina. But his trembling body unconsciously calmed down as her delicate hand rubbed his back soothingly.

And although he couldn't see her smile, he could easily hear it in her gentle voice "It's okay, Miquella, it's okay. It's al~right. Don't be sad. Let's just enjoy the hug."

Miquella choked on a sob, but kept it in as he hugged her tighter and nodded against her shoulder :"Y-yeah, okay... okay..."

Seeing Miquella, his beloved husband-to-be, so sad broke Alistair's heart. But he stayed back. He didn't want to ruin their reunion after so many years.

"But the best hugs are the ones where everybody's involved, no?" But Trina didn't seem to like that idea. She raised her head and smiled sweetly at Alistair "Come on, Al~. Why are you just standing there? Come and join the hug!"

He wanted to refuse. He wanted Miquella to have this moment he had wanted for so long. But seeing the teary eyes that peaked at him pleadingly, silently begging him to come, he could only sigh and smile in defeat "Haaah, alright, come here."

"Yaaay!" Trina smiled happily as she spread an arm to welcome him in. Miquella followed her example, opening space for Alistair to join the hug as well. The Tarnished couldn't help but laugh softly as he hugged both of them.

'Hmm... feels good.' He smiled. He simply loved hugs, and hugging Miquella was basically one of his hobbies. He made sure to hug Trina respectfully, however. Nowhere as intimate as the hug with Miquella was. She didn't seem to like that. But while hugging his firm back, she suddenly smiled mischievously, and Alistair suddenly twitched.

"...You two..." His face twitched "Which one of you is grabbing my ass?" That pulled a giggle from them. Even Miquella couldn't hold a small snicker. Alistair was happy about making Miquella laugh, but he couldn't help but jolt again when another hand grabbed his other ass cheek "Alright, now you two are just messing with me!"

"Pfthahahaha!" The two couldn't hold in their laughter anymore. While the Tarnished curled his lips in annoyance, they finally laughed openly. Rolling his eyes lightheartedly, he grabbed the hands harassing him "Alright, you had your fun, now let go, please."

But Miquella held on as he looked up with a cheeky grin, albeit his eyes were still red "But why~? It's so fun to squeeze them."

His unshed tears pulled on his heart's strings, but still he gently pulled away their hands with a light roll of his eyes "Yeah, I bet it is. But don't just grab my ass in front of someone we've just met. Well, someone I've just met."

"But Trina is a part of me though. She is quite literally my love for you. What's so weird about being intimate in front of her?"

"Well, how would you like it if I were to grab your ass in front of her, huh?"

Miquella snickered mischievously as he arched his back and gave his delicious hips a shake "You may say that, but we both know you're way too shy to actually do that in front of her. But if you'd like, be my guest~."

"Why, you little~..."

(A/N: If you want a reference for Trina's personality, she's like Plutia from Hyperdimension Neptunia, always sleepy but excited at the same time lol. And the votes decided that Miquella will act like Astolfo while the two are separate.

Also, question. What do you think about Alistair and Miquella exploring the other souls games, starting from Dark Souls 1, after finishing Elden Ring?ಠ⁠◡⁠ಠ)