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A Painting of You (Chapter 23)
The final chapter: Fireworks and Farewells
Emhyr x OC, F/M, Complete Work (finally!) Morvran Voorhis, Mererid, Peter Evertsen, Cinderella-ish, Forbidden Romance, Gardening,(I should put in more tags in the future)
Summary:
Sarah bids farewell and finally breaks this news to Emhyr. He did not take this well and makes an attempt to change her decision.
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This is the final chapter of A Painting of You. Took me several re-writes and re-reads... and more re-writing. I recommend listening to FF7 Interrupted by Fireworks OST when reading the balcony scene. Helps with feeling the mood of the story. Also the golden dragon firework is inspired by the movie, Lord of The Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring scene where the biggest firework is actually the dragon! The one Merry and Pippin stole.
The cool night breeze made Sarah’s skin tingle, ruffling her hair. She and Emhyr stood against the curved stone balustrade, waiting for the fireworks to start. Thankfully, the night was clear and stars dotted the sky. Not to be outdone by the stars, the moon shone brightly. A full moon.
The damn moon. Damn beacon! He must never know its existence.
Sarah leaned forward, placing her hands on the balustrades cold marble surface while ferreting how to best convey her departure. The wind carried the voices from the nobles below: Sarah couldn’t make out their conversations but from the sound of their laughter, they were excited and impatient for the fireworks to start.
She glanced at Emhyr with her eyes only. He was looking imperiously at the milling nobles on the garden square. The moonlight painted his skin with an ethereal pale blue light while shadows are formed by the angles of his face, giving the emperor an impressive chiseled appearance. Another detail to take note and- eventually- forget. Another jab to her heart.
Her attention settled on his bandaged hand and saw it was tied rather tight. Who did such a shoddy job? Sarah opened her hands.
“May I?”
“Hm?” Emhyr hesitated briefly before he allowed her to take his hand. Her slightly crimson-colored lips twisted in disapproval as she undid the knot on the back of his hand and unraveled the bandage. There was a bit of blood and a darkish brown tincture- iodine by the smell- staining the cloth. His wound, no bigger than her thumb, thankfully, no longer bled. Sarah left three inches of one end of the bandage dangling before winding the rest, then tied both ends.
“Flex your hand, sire. Make a fist. Does it feel comfortable? Even wounds need to breathe.”
“Thank you, Sarah. It does feel much better. Makes me regret not having you as my personal physician.”
Sarah’s cheeks reddened at the compliment. She took hold of his hand once more for a final inspection of her handiwork and noticed the scar from long ago. Her thumb grazed it, feeling the raised skin. “Amazing” she murmured. “It’s almost gone. Like the wound was never there.”
She did not notice Emhyr’s reaction to her touch- a short ragged breath. Emhyr turned his face away and something else caught his attention.
“Look over there, Sarah. Our tree is glowing.”
Indeed, even at this distance, she could see the ethereal glow of the Brokilon orchids.
Our tree
Another jab. The beacon was so close to being discovered that night. How many more painful reminders can she take?
A heaviness sat on her chest. Sarah, once more, assessed her decision for leaving. Hiding the beacon was the foremost reason. But lately, it was overtaken by an emotion rising when he is present. An emotion she still refuses to call by its true name, making each day a torment: the daydreaming, the pining, the ache in the knowledge that she could never do to him what his lovers could.
The voice of reason spoke within.
 If you are so determined to go through with your plans, then stop pussyfooting around! You are just prolonging your agony!
“Sarah?”
“Huh?”
“What troubles you? Is the celebration not to your liking?”
She forced herself to smile. It felt like having two weights dangling on the corners of her lips. “I haven’t been to a soiree in ages, sire. It is, by far, the best I’ve attended. And thank you…for making my last a night to remember.”
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*new 13k witcher fic appears*
jaskier keeps bumping into witchers during his travels. eskel is a hugger, lambert curses, aiden is alive, vesemir is dad. geralt is jealous and whipped. triss is hot and nice and yen is sly and also hot. what more do you want?
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swan--writes · 10 months
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been having an awful lot of fun with the geraskier fic on ao3. the fluff is so precious and angst goes so hard (and if you've been here long enough you know how much i LOVE when the angst goes hard)
but man we are all really going to horny jail, aren't we?
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shy-urban-hobbit · 1 year
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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game), Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aiden/Lambert (The Witcher), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier | Dandelion Characters: Aiden (The Witcher), Lambert (The Witcher), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Eskel (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Bullying, Winter at Kaer Morhen (The Witcher), unfriendly cat witchers, I made them assholes in this, playing is not a thing in the caravan, Non-Graphic Violence, Non graphic injury description Summary:
Aiden witnesses his first 'fight' between the Wolves and is beyond confused. It's never too late to learn how to play though, right?
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crispyliza · 2 months
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It's always funny when an author on ao3 that I subscribed to for a specific fandom starts posting fics for another fandom that I'm also in. Especially niche ones. Great minds think alike I guess.
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daemonsrhaenyras · 8 months
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I'm curious...
As always, please reblog to spread.
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lariej · 2 years
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me? leaving fandoms? no no no you misunderstand me, i have never left a single fandom i’ve ever been in, i just find other fandoms to entertain myself with until i eventually go back to other fandoms i was in years ago
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your-favorite-bean · 1 year
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me opening ao3 like “hmm what will it be today, do I want to see my fav character be tortured, be a badass, be appreciated by everyone for the first time, or all of the above (usually in that order)”
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the witcher + ao3
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ladyannemarie5 · 8 months
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Jaskier graduated summa cumme laude from the most prestigious university on the continent. He acts like a superficial and disinterested bard all the time, but from time to time he acts like what he is, a master of the 7 liberal arts: Grammar, Rhetoric, Logic, Geometry, Arithmetic, Music and Astronomy.
Geralt doesn't notice this until Radovid shows up.
Every now and then Jaskier would blurt out a nonsensical comment that usually isn't meant for anyone, other than Geralt with his great ear, to hear.
The prince, hears everything that comes out of the bard's mouth and it is surprising when he laughs at whatever Jaskier said to the bard's amazement. Most amazingly, Radovid responds with another nonsensical comment that makes Jaskier laugh.
Geralt looks at them with a frown. Jaskier stops his laughter and eagerly asks the prince if he has read the philosopher he was apparently quoting. Radovid launches into a story of how his private tutor forced him to read the philosopher and he subsequently became enchanted with the man's writings and read his work for his own pleasure.
The more they travel, the more that happens. It turns out that the apparent nonsense Jaskier occasionally spouted is actually quotes, references and facts from philosophers, poets, astronomers, mathematicians, etc., that he was taught in college or read himself. Radovid responds to each of them with charm and delight, because apparently, Radovid has read them all as part of his royal education.
Geralt is not jealous. He isn't. No matter what Ciri and Yennefer say. He just doesn't like being out of the joke, doesn't like both of them acting like others aren't there and having to listen to their academic conversations when no one but them seems to care.
He just doesn't like that Jaskier smiles like never every time Radovid quotes an old poet of yesteryear that no one but them has read, as if it's an inside joke, because there should be no secrets in their group. He also doesn't like it when Jaskier laughs so loud because that can attract monsters. He hates that Jaskier sits next to Radovid every night talking about boring books because they are mere humans and if something attacks them, then both will be in danger and Geralt will only be able to save one (cof cof Jaskier), it's simple strategy. And absolutely not jealous because the bard now asks the prince for his advice when he writes songs, it's just that was something that used to de-stress Geralt and now he can't sleep well anymore. It's simple comfort.
But it all finally goes to shit when Jaskier turns down Geralt's invitation to spend the winter in Kaer Morhen because stupid Radovid invited him to his castle on the coast where he apparently has the best collection of maritime astronomy on the continent.
Geralt spends all that winter stuck in the library of Kaer Morhen reading anything that might interest Jaskier other than bestiaries. He tries very hard not to think about his bard and the prince huddled in front of the fire looking up at the stars until late at night drinking wine, getting closer and closer and closer until…
No. He won't allow it. When he sees Jaskier in the spring, he'll be sure to casually mention everything he read in winter, he'll make a fool of the prince when Geralt shows his bard the ancient books he brought him from the Wolf school library (not that Vesemir needs to know what came out of his precious library).
He'll graduate summa cumme laude from freaking Oxenfurt if it means getting his bard's attention again.
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Sarah (OC)
The Hermit of Geso. The Lady of Mirrah. My OC in The Witcher universe.
Read her adventures in the fanfic A Painting of You, and learn of Sarah's involvement with Emperor Emhyr and other nilfgaardians... and what brought her out of solitude.
Thanks to @alphagravy who created this image of my OC in Stable Diffusion Ai. Alterations and enhancements by me in photoshop and SAI.
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Happy Valentine's Day! fluffy gerlion upload on ao3, just for the occasion 😌😌
“Happy All-Lovers’ Day,” he beamed. “Ah, can’t you just smell the love and lust and life in the air?” He asked dreamily.
“Smells like sugar, perfume, and sweat,” Geralt countered with a contrarian smirk, and Dandelion tutted, swatting his arm as he took a bite of the sweet bun. “Is this a love confession, then?” Geralt questioned of the sweet bun. Dandelion only laughed, and took a bite of his own.
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“I, well, I have something for you, for the occasion.” Geralt cleared his throat. Dandelion, in turn, sat up in the grass, eyes blazing with curiosity. “It’s something you’ve been asking of me for a long while. That I always say no to.”
“You hold me in suspense, my dear!” Dandelion half joked, half berated, leaning in eagerly.
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kittenofdoomage · 5 months
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Awakening (Ao3 Link)
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Summary: Y/N’s always been an obedient daughter and sister, but one foraging trip into the deepest part of the woods changes everything for her.
Pairing: Alpha!Werewolf!Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader
Word Count: 53615
Chapters: 16 (fully posted and complete)
Warnings: mild assault, dubious consent, corruption, angst, mentions of suicide, biting, jealousy/fighting over a mate, public masturbation, public nudity, voyeurism, heat/rut, possessive behavior, werewolves, size kink, praise kink, smut, pregnancy, A/B/O themes (including mating, biting, knotting, breeding kink), non-canon elements (witchers are not infertile, they’re just a different breed of werewolf), some time-period-level sexism towards women, use of “little one” as a pet name. Please let me know if there are additional warnings I have missed.
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an-dromedia · 5 months
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this will only make sense to a very small group of people. but as someone who has very recently started to listen to the amazing devil, i scream every time i hear a line in a song that i know fanfic authors use for fic/chapter titles
examples: that unwanted animal, they thought us blind (we were just blinking), petals in a storm, fair
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vick-shimmer · 1 year
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My dear witcher…
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Witcher and his Lark
Two 'not so' bound by fate but by choice
Again specically hc designed for fic - With a Conquering Air by @inexplicifics
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