#ciredin

[eredins-wife]

Spoiler 🔕 ❤️‍🔥

..... Long after Avallac'h took Lara, Avallac'h went to the garrison to get drunk and tell me how his relationship started to become miserable...and I gave him some advice...my way...you know..... Eredin began to stroke the Ciri's hips.

Eredin to Ciri

The flight of the Swallow: Chapter 30

[cirimanga]

[galateaencore]

Gotta also ask for Ciredin:

SFW: 1, 14

NSFW: 4, 10, 15

I'm so glad that someone asked for Ciredin <3

Who cooks?

The help. What are they, some kind of middle class?

(Bonus HCs:

Eredin had servants all his life but sometimes had to heat up like meal packets in the field and hated even that. Ciri never had the desire to learn.

Canonically elves and humans have orthogonal taste profiles, and Eredin is moreover old and high-maintenance, so he eats rarely, mostly vegetarian, and stuff that Ciri finds either cloyingly sweet, very briny, or tasting like (gr)ass.

In a modern AU, Eredin would sometimes shop at Erewhon and experiment with weird vegan superfood bullshit and predictably fail, while Ciri sighs and silently orders takeout for two.)

14. Who is the highest maintenance? Does the other mind?

Eredin. He minds that Ciri isn't higher-maintenance as per her birthright and sometimes takes his frustration out on her, then feels guilty.

4. Oddest place they’d have sex?

He's definitely slipped it in while co-riding on his palfrey.

(Serious answer, I have a bomb fellatio scene that answers this question - ask me later).

10. First to orgasm? Last to orgasm? Who comes the most? Does someone ever end up unfinished?

I hc them having a very mundane and mutually agreeable sexual relationship ngl. Like, sometimes it doesn't happen for one or both of them and they're really apologetic but sometimes it can't be helped but then they just remind each other that fulfilling sex doesn't have to end in orgasm.

15. Open or closed relationship? Do they sometimes share?

Open but they don't share. Ciri is the more territorial and would rather not even know. She has a closed set of sexual partners that she sees concurrently but compartmentalizes from one another because it's freeing for her to be a different version of herself with each person without fear of contamination (you know, take a break from being lady of space and time/traumatized child/war orphan/etc). Eredin is a serial monogamist in that he becomes obsessed with a person to the exclusion of all others, but for a short period of time. He goes back to her in the interim. If they were to share it would be to hurt each other.

[eredins-wife]

The Flight of the Swallow: Reconciliation

The decisive hour has arrived. Ciri uncovers new mysteries. But someone she already knows stands in her way.

❄️👿☠️

Chapter 31 here ao3

Spanish Version here

Invite me a Ko-fi ☕ thank you 💖

[cirimanga]

Cover for spin-off manga "What if" Ciri/Eredin  (RU/ENG)

The manga is available for Platinum and Diamond subscribers on Boosty and Patreon 

[mariemichonao3]

This very line of the LOTL book made me ship Cirilla with Eredin, too.

See my last post about how the 2022 AO3 Tag Game made me rewrite the Aen Elle chapter of the Witcher lore this year...

It can be read stand alone, even if you (sadly) haven't read Sapkowski's Witcher books (but you should).

Also, @ciredin I love your art. ❤️‍🔥

Ciri/Eredin flirting in the book is one of the best thing there for them, with nice chemistry. And it's Eredin who starts it, after he lost the race with her. Perhaps Ciri not only won a race, but some sort of respect and her value as a human being grew in his eyes. You can see a certain change in his character, because suddenly he is ready to flirt with her so openly, without any disgust, compared to the very first meeting scene and afterwards he invites her to lunch. And Ciri, of course, reacts to all of this with excitement, with pride.

[mentoskova]

Aleeex did you see, there is a new Ciredin fic up on AO3 (had to tell you separately, this would be for you I think!! 😍)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44005944

No, I haven't seen it! Thank you for sharing the link!!!

[ciredin]

I give you my heart, but I shall take your head

credit: @mentoskova

[eredins-wife]

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Glitching in Space-Time

[fonsmortem]

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐢 || 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧

'Begone! You’re corpses!’

'Yes, we are corpses. But you are Death.’

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

and a little background of the art in the video-edit(eng subtitles):

I was inspired by an excerpt from A. Sapkowski's book "Time of Contempt" and find it very interesting! And then I saw an illustration of the talented @mentoskova to the same quote and just fell in love with her artwork (to be honest so far :D)💔! And of course I was inspired by her art♡

So I finally painted King of Wild Hunt and Child of the Elder Blood💀🖤 and make a video with this quote: for this I used part of audio book in rus (and added eng subtitles for you) and song by Asking Alexandria - Don't pray for me (all materials used for personal use only and belong to their rightful owners).

and yeah...Metal music suits very nice with Red Riders ahahah🖤

[lovenlu-arts]

Scarred

A commission I just finished up for @marinated-fish

If I wasn’t on the Eredin train before, I certainly am now. 

[galateaencore]

for the ship asks!!

What was your first ship, and what fandom was it from?

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What’s a ship you like that most people don’t?

thank you!

What was your first ship, and what fandom was it from?

Embarrassingly, it was SnapexOC. Then I got explained by the kind people on lj or whatever that OCs are cringe, so I went with Snamione.

What’s a ship you like that most people don’t?

I feel like I only like ships other people don't /: anyway, I write ciredins lmao

[eredins-wife]

Take meeeeee!!! 😈😈😍😍😍😍😍😍

🎼Эредин /Eredin🦅⚔️

[eredins-wife]

😈 Eredin?😈

[alia-turin-fanfiction]

King of the Dead

Rating: Explicit Category: F/M Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Relationship: Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon/Eredin Bréacc Glas Characters: Eredin Bréacc GlasCirilla Fiona Elen RiannonImlerith (The Witcher)Caranthir Ar-Feiniel Additional Tags: Fluff and SmutQuickiesExplorationRed RidersTir ná LiaCiri wants to be a Red RiderArmorNaked Female Clothed MaleAngst

Summary:

Ciri has been in Tir na Lia for weeks now, but has never had the chance to explore on her own. Finally she managed to sneak out of her rooms only to encounter Eredin and his Red Riders.

Notes:

This is another fi I wrote for the amazing @mentoskova. If you have not seen her absolutely inspirational art  you should. Her Patreon even has Ciri with Red Rider armor.

It was the first day she could walk free around the palace. ‘Free’ was a generous term, there were servants and guards everywhere, the only difference was that she was able to sneak out of her rooms without her personal guards seeing her. At first Ciri was sneaking around, hoping no one would notice her, but after an hour she realized no one cared to notice her. They either looked at her with disgust or pure curiosity, no one approached her. Maybe there was a poor guard assigned to her somewhere who actually cared, not because of her, but because that was his job, but whoever that mysterious guard might be, he wasn’t around.

She walked hallways and rooms admiring high ceilings and painted glass she had never seen before. It wasn’t just the images that were foreight but even the way the art was done was different. She spent hours walking and observing, Ciri didn’t even know where she was or how far from her room she was. She walked into a different area, the walls had far less decoration, paintings, swords and shields decorated around her, but all the paintings were battles or duels. Far away she could hear the sound of loud voices and metal so she followed further, her curiosity taking the best of her.

Ciri ended in another room, an armory, rows of swords and spears were lined on each side. The noise suddenly stopped and the elves went very quiet, all of them looking at her. Ciri made a step back, that was the first time someone had reacted like that today, someone even noticing her. She also noticed the armor of these elves. Each one a reminiscence of a ghost, a terror from a nightmae and a curse.

“If you are lost, the door is where you came from.” The voice made her focus on one of the elves. She had seen him before, with Eredin when he came to report to Auberon. He was shorter than the general, long pale hair covering half of his face, his eyes reminded more of a corpse than a living thing. His expression lacked emotion despite the poison in his voice.

“Be nice, Caranthir.” Eredin was standing next to him, all of them still wore armors, some of them even had their helmets on. They must have just come back, from where? They all seemed so different than all the other elves she had seen here. Many had visible scars, their eyes were…detached. “Leave us.” Eredin said as he placed his ghostly helmet on a nearby bench.

His soldiers followed the order, they all dropped their weapons or whatever else they were holding and walked out. Everyone beside Caranthir and the tall broad elf with tattoos on his face.

“You two as well.” Eredin added as he saw they did not move. “I’m sure I’m safe with a little girl.” Both of them looked at Eredin, a long moment, as if doubting his word. “I promise.” he smiled but there was nothing humorous in that smile. For a second Ciri wondered if she was way over her head. Eredin was charming, she could swear he was the only person here honest with her. Or was he?

After a long silence the two of them started walking toward the door. “Caranthir.” Eredin spoke again and the palehaird elf stopped. “I will need a portal. The armoury.”

Ciri thought they were in an armoury right now, but perhaps she was wrong. Caranthir sighed but with a wave of his hand he opened a portal. She felt jealous of his ability. She had done that before, it wasn’t the skill itself that she envied but the ability to control it, open a door to a place she wanted to be not just hope for the best without even knowing where she will end up. Everyone had been telling her she had great power, she was stronger than him, why would they need her otherwise? But here she was not even able to find her way in the palace, and there he was, with just a wave of his hand he could send them somewhere else.

Eredin walked through the portal, Ciri followed. They were in an old outpost, no one used it anymore for anything else but storage. It had turned into their armourly when the Red Riders had to venture further from Tir na Lia. It was an ancient place, filled with memories, not just his, but every member of the Red Riders. He took a deep breath, memories and dust filling his lungs.

“Where are we?” Ciri just stared at the room, the space was round, no chairs, no tables, one mirror, armor and weapon stands arranged.

“Only the best of our warriors can be Red Riders. There is a legend that all of our armours have been forged years ago, when a new Rider joins us, they need to pick an armor from this place, if they can’t find one perhaps they are not supposed to be a Red Rider.” He knew that was superstition, and old soldier legend passed around, however there must have been something as everyone he ever rode with was able to find their match, even Imlerith who he considered to be an unusually large elf.

Ciri started walking around the room, small steps, fearful, as if the armors would spring to life and attack her. “They have been worn before,” she said as she probably noticed some scratches.

“Red Riders die.” Eredin answered grimly. “Most of them are death before they put that armor on.” He was. He had died years ago, with a block of ice in his heart.

“Can I become a Red Rider?” She asked after she stopped in front of one of the armors. It was smaller than the rest, the metal would cover the chest, high leg armor and winged helmet. Eredin couldn't be sure, but he could bet that it would fit her.

“Perhaps.” there was no rule forbidding that. He chuckled. The Wild Hunt would have a queen again, but this time he would be the king. “Why don’t you try it?”

She looked at him puzzled, scared and…embarrassed. “Here?”

“This place is made for that.” he walked closer to her, leaning over her smaller frame, using his height to intimidate. “Or perhaps my presence bothers you?”

“Do you watch all your soldiers trying their metal?” she turned to him with a bite in her voice. Eredin wanted to laugh, there was power in her, raw, uncontrolled and still immature. It didn’t matter. Everything could be controlled.

“Perhaps.” he ran his hand over the armor. “Perhaps you are looking for strength and now you are worried this armor won't fit you, and you can never be one of us.”

“Who said I want to be one of you?” she bit back again, but he could hear the hesitation in her voice, a little melody that made his body react. He was the king of deadmen, she was to be his queen, he was not wrong.

To his surprise started taking her dress off, a beautiful garment made for an elven princess or even a queen. There was spite in her eyes, she was trying to prove to him she was not afraid, but he knew better. He could hear her breath, even hear heartbeat was out of rhythm. He didn’t say anything, just watched.

“Now what?” she asked, standing in front of him, naked. Eredin had many ideas about what to do next. Long list of them, and he could even do some of them at the same time. He was stunned by his own excitement to see her in front of him. She was a tool, a means to an end and he knew that better than anyone, but something in him sparked, a feeling he had not experienced in years. Desire wasn’t really foreign to him, but there was something deeper, more primal, the need to possess.

He reached for her, Ciri tried to make a step back there wasn’t anywhere to go. His hand still covered in his gauntlet, the metal caressed her skin, the long claws sliding up to her breasts. There was power in her and he needed it.

“You are not like Auberon.” The words brought him back to reality. Auberon. He shouldn’t get ahead of himself.

“Doesn’t take a Sage to figure that out.” Eredin mocked and pushed her against the wall behind her, two of the armors falling down with loud clack, but he didn’t care. Would bring Caranthir here and make him snap his fingers or something to fix it.

“Is that how I will become a Red Rider?” she wasn’t serious, there was a laugh in her voice, but also desire, he could see her hot breath meeting the plates of his armor.

“No. You need to die first.” his words made her eyes open wide, but he didn’t care to talk or explain. His burden was his own. He leaned forward and kissed her pushing himself harder against her, he couldn’t feel her skin beside where their lips met, but he could see her body uncomfortably pressed against his armor. Her hands easily found their way between his legs and freed his hardness, Eredin didn’t need more of an invitation than that. He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around him as he pushed in her wetness. Ciri moaned once before he moved his hand over her mouth, the other still supporting her weight. He didn’t wait, he picked a pace that pleased him, as if he had a point to prove, pushing harder and deeper in her with every move, her muffled moans and screams meeting his metal gauntlet. He watched her little body twist in pleasure, skin turning red where his metal was pressing hard, these were going to bruise, but he didn’t care, Auberon won’t even notice.

When he was done he let her go, she collapsed on the ground in his feet, he took a step back. Now that was a sight he wanted to keep in his mind for future reference.

“I’m a Red Rider now?” she lifted her head to look at him, eyes tired but sparkling.

“Fucking a corpse and being a corpse are two different things.” He leaned forward, offering her his right hand as the left grabbed her dress. How silly, dresses looked good on her, but that wasn’t what she was made for. Auberon and Avallac’h were fools.

“You look alive to me.” she commented as she tried to dress as gracefully as possible and failed. Her body was already bruising where his armor had touched.

“A beating heart is not a sign of life.” He had died, many years ago, the same way all his men were dead. Not a physical death, although that would come for all of them eventually. Different sort of death. He watched as she was trying to adjust her garments as if nothing had happened and wondered. Was she the one who would bring them back to life, or the opposite. He will rule over corpses and rotting flesh.

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