Eivor Enjoyer 💘

31yo femme lesbian. No men, no minors, NO TRANSPHOBES. I write smutty fanfic about buff butch video game women. I take requests! (Lesbian content only, I’m not gonna write about men.) I'm CultOfAphrodite on AO3. This is a side blog, so I follow/interact under a different URL.

[unhingedsappho]

Until I Get Back to Her

Eivor Varinsdottir x Reader

Word count: 285

Summary: An injured Eivor makes her way home to Ravensthorpe- and you.

Step.

Step.

Step.

Don’t stop. Keep moving.

Blood drips from the arm that dangles uselessly at Eivor’s side, leaving a trail of gleaming crimson droplets behind her. It doesn’t matter. There are none left living to follow her. Her sword arm is unharmed, but she can feel her head beginning to swim.

Breathe, she reminds herself, don’t stop. Don’t fall.

She imagines your face, your hands, your voice in her ear, urging her on.

One leg drags slightly behind her, a long gash in her outer thigh slowing her movement. The man who had made the wound was dead, an axe driven into his forehead the moment after he’d done it.

Another step.

Another.

Another.

Don’t fall.

Don’t fail her.

The path begins to look more familiar- Ravensthorpe is close. You are close.

Gods, her bones ache. She could drop here, lie down in the moss and just let go. It would be easy. It would be peaceful.

She digs her nails into her palms, her bloodied knuckles splitting again painfully. She won’t fall. She won’t leave you alone, wondering what had happened to her.

Don’t. Stop.

Keep. Moving.

Get. Back. To. Her.

Step.

Step.

Step.

She passes the edge of the settlement, dragging herself to the longhouse like some curséd revenant.

She sees you, at last, running from the longhouse, and her knees hit the dirt. Your scream sounds like home.

When you reach her, she slumps into your arms, smearing gore down your dress. You shout frantically for help as she reaches up to touch your face, her fingers rough against your cheek, and sticky with blood.

She slips into unconsciousness, unable to hold on any longer.

But she’s home.

She’s with you.

[unhingedsappho]

i am SICK for this woman !

[ive-been-quested]

She may have been ooc but she was still dreamy 😩💕

[jove999]

Short hair eivor my beloved 🥺💕

[onewingedangels]

Come, if we tell all our stories, we’ll be here a week.

[musikfurfreiheit]

Happy pride month to everyone!

Inspired by the great @jove999

[jove999]

Yes!!🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

[unhingedsappho]

working on ch 2 of Oathbound & ch 5 of Time Warped

[unhingedsappho]

Oathbound

Eivor Varinsdottir/Brienne of Tarth

Eivor and her crew find a shipwreck with only one survivor…

Link to Chapter 1: Wolves below the cut.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/82337361/chapters/216709386

[redwarpaint]

Ridiculously puppy-like creature, she should be jailed

[friedchicken365]

Happy holidays please enjoy Eivør carrying firewood home in the snow

[friedchicken365]

Kassandra x Eivor, I will literally never get tired of drawing them.

[friedchicken365]

Modern AU: Eivør as a biker, who’s wondering if you need a ride 👀

[sevikaswinkinghole]

okay guys I know i’ve been gone for awhile but LOOK AT THIS

SHES SO HOT

credit to @Vael_kyrie on twitter

[unhingedsappho]

Oathbound

Eivor Varinsdottir/Brienne of Tarth

Eivor and her crew find a shipwreck with only one survivor…

Link to Chapter 1: Wolves below the cut.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/82337361/chapters/216709386

[e114-6i11]

At least one of them would religiously listen to Hozier.

[unhingedsappho]

Until I Get Back to Her

Eivor Varinsdottir x Reader

Word count: 285

Summary: An injured Eivor makes her way home to Ravensthorpe- and you.

Step.

Step.

Step.

Don’t stop. Keep moving.

Blood drips from the arm that dangles uselessly at Eivor’s side, leaving a trail of gleaming crimson droplets behind her. It doesn’t matter. There are none left living to follow her. Her sword arm is unharmed, but she can feel her head beginning to swim.

Breathe, she reminds herself, don’t stop. Don’t fall.

She imagines your face, your hands, your voice in her ear, urging her on.

One leg drags slightly behind her, a long gash in her outer thigh slowing her movement. The man who had made the wound was dead, an axe driven into his forehead the moment after he’d done it.

Another step.

Another.

Another.

Don’t fall.

Don’t fail her.

The path begins to look more familiar- Ravensthorpe is close. You are close.

Gods, her bones ache. She could drop here, lie down in the moss and just let go. It would be easy. It would be peaceful.

She digs her nails into her palms, her bloodied knuckles splitting again painfully. She won’t fall. She won’t leave you alone, wondering what had happened to her.

Don’t. Stop.

Keep. Moving.

Get. Back. To. Her.

Step.

Step.

Step.

She passes the edge of the settlement, dragging herself to the longhouse like some curséd revenant.

She sees you, at last, running from the longhouse, and her knees hit the dirt. Your scream sounds like home.

When you reach her, she slumps into your arms, smearing gore down your dress. You shout frantically for help as she reaches up to touch your face, her fingers rough against your cheek, and sticky with blood.

She slips into unconsciousness, unable to hold on any longer.

But she’s home.

She’s with you.

[jove999]

Yup....

[jove999]