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Une chose était certaine, les morts ne souffraient pas. Encore moins d’un mal de dos cinglant. En un réflexe, elle porta une main à son ventre, là où une cicatrice zébrait sa peau sous les plis du cuir terni, de sa côte de mailles. Elle en était certaine. Quelques instants plus tôt, des heures peut-être, du sang s’épanchait de sa blessure et une douleur sans nom lui lancinait l’abdomen tandis que ses forces l’abandonnaient. Et pourtant, elle vivait alors qu’elle aurait juré avoir été occise.
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Instinctively, she put a hand to her belly, where a scar streaked her skin under the folds of the tarnished leather and her chain mail. She was sure of it. Moments ago, perhaps hours, blood was pouring from her wound and a nameless pain throbbed in her abdomen as her strength failed her. And yet she was living when she could have sworn she had been slain. And somehow, she had survived a horrific fall despite being sore. It was beyond understanding.
This fic is written in french, but I will translate it in english too ! You may find English chapters after the release in french. Chapters with an odd number are written in French and those with an even number are the version translated into English.
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04 Nov 2025
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Burn Thou for Love, and Love for Burning by CeruleanKiss
Fandoms: Elden Ring (Video Game)
22 Sep 2025
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When an amnesiac Tarnished plops herself at Messmer’s front stoop, refusing to neither leave nor elaborate, he is forced to take her in; begrudgingly, in the same manner one might take pity upon a stray dog from the wilds. He only needs to give her a place to stay just until her memories come back to her, and then, she promises him she will be on her merry way.
Messmer, as jaded and out of touch as he is, has exactly zero intimations that the main thing he’s providing her with is protection from his Empyrean brother, who’s set her firmly in his sights.
Miquella the Kind has come to the Land of Shadow to seek godhood, and on that note, he is equally as keen to take one Tarnished in particular as his beloved consort.
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31 Oct 2025
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She wakes up next to the grace: her bones feel like molten metal, reforming in a cloud of agony, her flesh takes shape inside of her as she grits her teeth not to scream.
Soon enough the pain, the exhaustion feels like a terrible dream.
She leans to the side of the door but there’s only common foot soldiers: despite their numbers and weaponry, not seeing the looming shadow again is a weird comfort.
Margit the Fell.
Ofnir surely forgot to mention him, not that he gave her any useful information. Only threats and duties.Still, she will do what she must to go make a safe world for her daughter.
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01 Sep 2025
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Interfering with a notorious gang, driven by her swelled ego—she had heard of the Van der Linde Gang, and knew the talk was of anxious and fearful chatter. Yet, for some reason, she let her confidence take full speed, thinking those so scared were just blinded by cowardice. They were… but it was not misguided.
It was a simple plan in her mind—figure out their next big heist, mess them up, intervene unseen, and get away with whatever it is they were after. It was not the greatest decision, not while that gang was so wound up from their current misfortunes due to how prevalent the law was now. They were struggling, and they weren’t taking kindly to it.
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24 Feb 2024
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If Spotted, Do Not Approach by TacitusKilwhore
Fandoms: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games)
04 Jan 2024
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You're working late one night, as is usual for a bar maid / waitress, but your usual routine is interrupted by a strange man who demands to see your boss. One thing leads to another, and you're the only one left alive. And you're face to face with the most dangerous man that's ever graced America. You recognize him from his wanted poster. One line from it rings on repeat in your mind.
If spotted, do not approach.Bookmarked by Bibliagape
21 Feb 2024