#also got to do some cameos for my Velen cannibal OCs too. heh.

[kuwdora]

The Hare and the Heart The Witcher Wild Hunt | Weavess & Ciri | Explicit | dreams & nightmares Dead Dove. Warnings for cannibalism, vore, bestiality, etc etc. See full tag set on AO3. Weavess has a dream and Ciri is brought unwillingly along for the ride.

The memory-inside-a-dream is full of nostalgia, it’s a delicious taste of stomach acid tingling in her mouth. She longs for her sisters, for the days of comfort when she was loved and feared. She yearns for her beloved pet. Ciri sinks into her nausea inside the mind of Weavess and she dreams the Lady’s dream. Ciri can’t stop the Lady’s feelings from burning her from the inside.

Weavess is hungry and lonely where she sleeps in a faraway land, deep inside the mountains where the Child of the Elder Blood cannot find her. She misses Ištikimas, her pride and joy. Oh how she cuddled him close, pet his mottled coat and played with his long and fluffy tail. She fed her beloved hare, she fed him all of her heart.

Weavess dreams her favorite memories and sees through Ištikimas’ eyes. He runs into the forest, darting through the grasses and over hills, dodging the feet of stags and bandits. He listens with his long ears to all the whispers in the land land, he feels the magical vibrations of all the creatures. He watches for his mother, he listens for his mother.

The summer solstice has passed and the festivals honoring the Ladies are over. The villagers have returned to their homes, but Ištikimas always remains. He is constant and steadfast in his love.

Ištikimas is late. His worry and anticipation propels him faster, with Mother sitting in the back of his mind. She is him and Ištikimas is she, and he feels her hunger keenly. He runs and runs, deciding to take a shortcut through the hollow in order to reach the camp.

There are three meals he must retrieve and it’s his job to be sure they are prepared for the Ladies’ tastes. He must go with great haste. There’s nothing worse than waiting for your dinner.

Ciri’s heart breaks as she drifts into the mind of Ištikimas inside Weavess’ memory. The Lady has consumed him so thoroughly. The long-eared hare has blood-red eyes and a sense of smell that would rival a witcher’s.

on ao3

#this is way more tender than the tags suggest but it's still super gross but ayyy I had some thoughts about the Crones so here we are #also got to do some cameos for my Velen cannibal OCs too. heh. #i gotta start making reminders for myself about crossposting my fic. fjffksjkdfj #i wrote this for flashfic so writing and yeeting in a weekend is a TRIAL ON MY SOUL. but i did it #i still wanted to spiral with my crone theology nonsense but it was only a weekend endeavor. so YEET! and crossposting a month later lol #the witcher wild hunt #weavess #the crones of velen #my fic #my witcher fic #velen cannibals om nom nom AU