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Ugh yes!!
"You belong to us and we will get you"
for @eredins-wife
Thank you for this great art! It really blew my expectations ❤️ 100% recommended
Also hell yes EREDIN ❤️❤️❤️
Scarred
A commission I just finished up for @marinated-fish
If I wasn’t on the Eredin train before, I certainly am now.
I give you my heart, but I shall take your head
More amazingly well-written Ciredin! ❤️
💕Posted some Valentine’s Day fluff (18+, explicit content, NSFW)- see Ch 6 of my Ciredin fanfic. 💘⚔️
More Ciredin food ❤️
Queen of the Wild Hunt 🔥
Just posted new Ciri / Eredin fic! Based on the drawing and tag prompts in this art I love by @onedivinemisfit:
“O, Child of the Elder Blood! You belong to us! You are ours! Join our procession, join our hunt! We will race, race unto the very end, unto eternity, unto the very end of existence! You are ours, starry-eyed daughter of chaos! Join us; learn the joy of the hunt! You are ours. You are one of us! Your place is among us! [...] Yes, we are corpses. But you are death."
(Time of Contempt)
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Year 1276, Tir ná Lia
Ciri looked at herself in the full length mirror. The sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind her glinted off silver pauldrons and greaves. She flexed her hand, then made a fist and the gauntlet complied with articulated ease. Around her shoulders hung a multi-hued scarlet cloak, brighter than the flames in the fireplace beside her.
Eredin stood just behind her on her right side, with a satisfied smile. He reached out and readjusted the cloak. His hand remained there, resting on her shoulder. “It’s just as I imagined. But now that I finally have you in our armor, all I want to do is take it off you.” His finger traced the line of her jaw while his eyes shifted towards the large four-poster bed in his room.
Ciri snorted. “You just finished telling me we needed to make haste.” Looking at his dark green eyes reflected in the mirror, she dropped to a more sober tone. “So here we are. As you wished.” She spun around to face him, crossing her arms across the breastplate.
“Now will you finally tell me more about this mission you wanted my help with?”
“As I said, it’s an exploratory expedition. We need to find more sources of that ore we’ve nearly run out of. The gynvaelil. The strength and stability of our realm depend on it.”
Ciri reflected on her place in Tir ná Lia over the past five years, on their son and daughter who were as much a part of the Aen Elle as Eredin himself. All of their fates were linked now. “Yes but, what are the plans exactly? What’s to be done if there are inhabitants who object to our being there, let alone mining this ore?”
Eredin shrugged. “Then we’ll deal with them.” He glanced at her and smiled reassuringly. “I mean, using the least force necessary, of course. But most likely it won’t come to that. The majority of worlds remain uninhabited.”
Ciri’s stomach felt uneasy. “Preferably no force at all, right? As we’ve discussed.” She sighed and rubbed at her temples. “I guess there’s only one way to find out what these worlds contain.”
He hung his arm over her shoulders and pulled her close to him, grinning. “You’re finally joining my Hunt. You know, a few years ago I’d never have thought you would. Yet here you are, by my side in this as well.”
Ciri had to laugh, because it was something she had once sworn she would never do. “We’ll see how it goes.”
Together they went to join the Dearg Ruadhri on the windswept plain beyond the palace gates. Their horses were already waiting there for them.
(Continues on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45841483)
