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jawanaka · 11 days

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The Sins of Father's: Chapter 15

Hey did I tell you I updated the long-fic for the first time in quite awhile yesterday. Its true!

"We have tried reasoning, explaining, demanding, bargaining, pleading...she won't move- She and her northern advisers, no Peter don't look at me like that I don't think there is some conspiracy afloat in taking down the empire from the inside. Merely that they lack the guts and experience." Evertsen suddenly laughed, "You think Cirilla Elen Fiona Rhiannon, last in the var Emreis and Cintran line, lack guts? You think Triss Merigold, fourteenth of Hill, one of the last remaining from the great lodge of Sorceresses and the brotherhood before that, lack experience? By the sun Vattier, you still don't appear to be aware of what you're dealing with."

(cover as always by the lovely @herbalinz-of-yesteryear)

#ciri #cirilla fiona elen riannon #empress ciri #triss merigold #emiel regis #nilfgaard #fringilla vigo #toussaint #witcher fanfiction #witcher fan fic #my writing

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witch-and-her-witcher · 11 months

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a hopeful, desperate, angry, possessive, playful, happy, passionate stemmed from previous heartbeak like it's a damn romcom kiss in the rain Yenralt

Whoever claimed witchers were simple men deserved a punch in the mouth - and a kick in the balls for good measure, because it certainly wasn't a woman spreading that mistruth. He'd taken off after one of their fights and Yennefer had seen the desperate look in his eye Geralt got when he felt too much, too deeply and would look for any source of distraction from it: another lover when she wasn't around, but when it was after one of their blow outs, almost always more destructive.

The air was charged with a rain shower about to break.

When she found him, he'd been waylaid from his own self-pity. Geralt was trying to rescue a mewling kitten from a tree while its mother bit and tore at the pathetically determined man, seeing him as a threat despite his attempts to sway her otherwise.

"Let me - "

"Damnit, no! I don't need your help, Yen! I can do this on my own, go back home before - "

As if on cue, the heavens opened and big fat rain drops didn't simply begin. They pelted. Poured. Soaked. Drowned out even the mother cat's protests or the more frantic cries of the kitten clinging for life amidst the growing wind.

The kitten made a valiant effort to hold onto the shaking end of the limb too fragile for Geralt to climb out on, yet too high for him to reach from the ground.

"Yen!"

Geralt's desperate cry was hardly an echo over the storm. She didn't heed the warning. Too focused as the kitten lost its battle to hold on to the now slick bark.

Yennefer's hand shot out, magic reaching for the falling kitten, but just then a horse spooked by the storm came charging down the street - the one Geralt had seen coming and tried to warn her of - and the sorceress had to jump to avoid being trampled.

She landed in a heaping mess of mud, witcher - and scratching kitten. Geralt released the creature immediately, which went careening towards its mother and off to the shelter of some alleyway.

Yennefer and Geralt remained there, two fools wet through from head to foot and now halfway splattered with mud and whatever other filth inhabited this corner of Vengerberg. The urge to slap him, shake him, do anything to knock some sense into him was overtaken within her by the wide-eyed wonder Geralt stared after the duo with and then turned back onto her. Geralt was far too experienced to feel joy over saving a street cat's measly life, yet here he was, exhilarated by a life saved no matter how insignificant.

Gripping his tunic, she pulled him in, claiming his rainwater slick lips and muddied beard growth for herself. Geralt melted into the kiss, letting her take and claim.

In the dramatic unfolding of the rain and rescue, the earlier fight didn't seem so important anymore. The heat of it slipped away with the cold rain water.

#ask game #aw thanks michi!#yenralt #witcher fan fic #my writing

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blueberry-fiction · 1 year

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Yennefer’s Body

Yennefer of Vengerberg x fem!reader

(18+) Minors please DNI!

Sleep came to her quickly these days, allowing Yennefer’s precognitive dreaming to take over every moment of her unconscious existence. The ability had not come to her easily at first, but after decades of tedious practice it had proven to be immensely useful. Waking from these dreams of the future was, however, always disorienting and tricky.

It was not uncommon for local bards to sing tales of less experienced mages becoming stuck inside of their dreams. Some stories even claimed to require another mage's spell to break the dreamy trance. But Yennefer was not going to become one of those tall tales, at least not tonight.

No, tonight cool ocean air drifted lazily over The Great Sea and across the clear night sky, eventually making its way up toward the cracked window near the place where Yennefer now slept. Her eyes flickered wildly behind her closed lids and all at once, Yennefer could feel herself waking from the strangest dream she'd had yet.

Her mind was groggy and her eyes squinted against the moonlight that illuminated her chambers. She'd never seen this far into her future before- Into their future.

How had Yennefer met her? She couldn't remember that part now. Instead, her mind eagerly played back to her the parts she could remember, eyes shutting slowly once more against the chill of the night air.

She could recall the moment she realized who Y/n was meant to become to her. She could recall the moment Y/n grasped the intensity of her feelings. She could recall, but chose to skip over, the turmoil that immediately followed Y/n's understanding. Instead, Yennefer's mind settled on a more amorous scene she'd experienced with this puzzling Cidarian girl.

Wrapped in the mystery of what she'd dreamt of, endorphins slowly washed over Yennefer's body where she laid, her sleepy mind wandering away from her. Never before had someone been able to elicit such intensity from her- A curious mix of electricity tinged with tranquility that spread like wildfire through every nerve in her body, rendering her attempts at stringing the memories together completely useless.

She had never been touched in the ways Y/n had kissed and caressed her in her dream. Yennefer felt as if she'd been trying to devour her fully.

Roaring heat lingered around Yennefer's head and above her chest, fogging the last bit of lucidity her mind could muster. She carefully slid the heavy wool blanket she'd been nestled under away from her and uncoiled her body slowly in the silvery moonlight that filtered into the room through her window.

Almost unconsciously, her hands began to wander lightly across her now exposed skin, and she silently savored the delicate pressure each fingertip created. Traversing each curve with ease, Yennefer's fingertips tenderly grazed against the top of her full breasts and slid slowly toward her nipples, which responded excitedly to her gentle touch.

She pinched lightly only for a moment, just as Y/n had in her dream. Goosebumps jumped to life across her sensitive skin, and she relished in the sensation.

Slower still, Yennefer's fingertips slid gently over her rounded breasts and down toward her core leaving a wave of tiny raised bumps in their wake. They carved a path between the moonbeams that now danced across every curve of her naked body. The moonlight lapped at every inch of her greedily, just as she knew Y/n would someday, and illuminated her neck, her chest, her navel, and all that lay below.

"What good may come of this?" her mind challenged listlessly, attempting to tether her to reality. None, probably. Only more longing, perhaps. Yennefer could not care at this moment, as the pulsating between her thighs had grown louder at her mind's suggested denial.

Yennefer's fingertips hovered above the spot just over her navel. She realized then that the palms of her hands felt moist, having actually sweat at the vision of Y/n touching her. Truthfully, she hadn't been sure she could still do that after years of enchanting her body with various spells, but she’d heard rumors that some emotions could still elicit such a human response, should they be felt intensely enough. Now she knew the rumors were true.

Spreading her legs just wide enough to fit one hand comfortably between them, Yennefer traced a straight line downward with her right hand, toward the source of her insistent longing. She gasped audibly as her hand made contact with the tender skin it found there.

The folds of her body felt delicate and so sensitive to her touch, but she wouldn't let this deter her from venturing further. With only her index finger, she traced a single vertical line along the center crease, slowly stroking up and then down, parting the skin only a fraction as she moved.

Yennefer took a slow, deep breath in to steady herself, noticing how the salt tinged air danced across her lips and tongue deliciously. Y/n had been so tender and loving in the dream, and she desperately wanted to relive that moment now.

She uncurled a second finger, granting it permission to join the first's careful caressing. As they traced their path along her crease, she applied a bit more pressure, pushing just a fraction deeper. She realized then that the moisture she'd felt on her palms was not contained to just one place, and she relished in the discovery.

Fully indulging in her lust, Yennefer mirrored the memory of Y/n's fingers with the motion of her own, submerging both fully into her wetness in search of the spot Y/n had stroked so attentively in her dream.

Suddenly, she knew she'd found it. Holding both fingers there, Yennefer began to draw small circles above the most sensitive bit, just as Y/n had.

Yennefer's lips parted and she let out a low whimper as her circling fingers pressed harder into the spot. She'd never made a sound like that before, and the surprise of it brought her mind back to her for a brief moment.

Still, she could feel electricity pulsing through her body, her fingers unwilling to resist their pursuit for pleasure. Yennefer helplessly descended back into the depths of her lurid memory.

The sensation of Y/n's soft, wet tongue kissing and licking at her body haunted her every thought. She clung desperately to the dream, hoping for it to never fade away.

With her left hand, Yennefer gripped the blanket she'd cast aside earlier, as if to ground herself. The images now playing behind her eyelids coupled with the ceaseless assault her fingers carried out on her soaking crease sent her even further into dizzying descent.

As if possessed by the memory of her dream, Yennefer's fingers slipped down her dripping folds and directly into the starved opening that called to them from below. Her body suddenly begged her to hasten.

She pressed both fingers deeply into herself. A guttural moan escaped from the back of her throat and resonated against the stone walls of her chambers, the sultry sound of it encouraging her to move more swiftly.

Her motion became automatic, in and out, deeper, and deeper still. Yennefer's moans were coming at regular intervals, her mind racing at the memory of Y/n's gentle mouth and tongue. Suddenly, as if a spell had been cast against her, the pleasure she'd spent so long building rapidly overwhelmed her senses, reaching across every nerve of her aching body from her toes to her fingertips.

All at once, euphoria crashed over her like waves against the Cidarian Coast and silence enveloped her, rendering her unable to hear even the sound of her own breathing. Yennefer's body pulsated rapidly, hot and wet with pleasure at the memory of Y/n.

Gradually, Yennefer returned to herself, realizing she'd completely ruined the blanket she'd been clinging to.

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tigerlyla-of-metinna · 1 year

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Rain-soaked Sarah (OC)

My Witcher OC, the mysterious hermit of Geso, Sarah of my AO3 fanfic A Painting of You.

Original image created in Stable Diffusion AI by the ever awesome @alphagravy, and my alterations in SAI, and then photoshop.

Another beautiful interpretation of The Wildflower for my collection

💖💖💖

Here is the Before and After:

#witcher oc #witcher fan fic #witcher fanfiction #AO3 #stable diffusion #ai artwork #photoshop #paintool sai

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yolki-palki · 2 years

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The Beast of Oakhurst Pass

Geralt is on the hunt for a monster that has claimed the lives of nearly fifty Redanians in the past two years, but he's always one step behind. That is, until he finds a young man that was attacked by the creature - the first human to come face to face with the beast and live. If he can save the kid and find out what he knows then maybe he can put an end to this thing before any one else dies. It's never quite that simple though, is it?

Humans don’t believe in monsters, and those that do are written off as foolish or insane. It’s better that way for Geralt and the handful of witchers that are left. If a thousand years walking the Continent has taught him anything it's that humans are nothing but excitable, scared animals. If they knew what was waiting in the woods, what was lurking in the dark, they would never stray from their artificially well-lit spaces again.

New chapter, deathlings!

#the beast of oakhurst pass #the witcher #witcher fan fic #yolki-palki #jaskier #geralt #geraskier #occult #crime #murder mystery #monster hunt #modern au

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cheesynoodle22 · 1 year

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A mini comic for a favourite scene from Three steps from the sky by bunnynegativeeuphoria 🐎❄️❤️‍🔥

#the witcher #geralt x jaskier #my loves #geraskier #sketch #masterpost #fan comic #fic illustration #read it!#I started this last year and only now finished it '; but I'm proud of myself #shhhh ignore the inconsistencies

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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 3 months

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Masterlist

Kinktober 2023

Dialogue Prompts for Fellow Writers

⚡️Harry Potter⚡️

💥Marvel💥

💖Misc💖

🪐Star Wars🪐

😇Supernatural😇

🍃Tolkien🍃

🩸Twilight🩸

🗡️Vikings🗡️

🔮Witcher🔮

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ehay · 1 year

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Tweaked last night’s post to add Yennefer on the left for balance. Compositionally. Not emotionally.

#balance and control #tissaia's voice echoes #tissaia de vries #yennefer of vengerberg #fan art #fic rec #the bridge #the irony is that there is no bridge here #and they are doing a river crossing #bad dum tiss #also made Tissaia's mare less saturated #colour is hard #the witcher #read the bridge by #galeaspida #if you've some time

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thedemonofcat · 7 months

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One of my all-time favorite movies is "The Princess Bride." Currently, I'm toying with the idea of creating a Geraskier-inspired story, but I'm not quite in the mood for it. Instead, I've been thinking about casting characters from "The Witcher" as the characters from "The Princess Bride." Here's what I've come up with so far:

- Grandfather: Vesemir

- Grandson (or granddaughter, in my version): Ciri

- Princess Buttercup: Jaskier

- Westley: Geralt

- Prince Humperdinck: Radovid

- Vizzini: Dijkstra

- Fezzik: Eskel or Lambert (either one could work)

- Inigo Montoya: Renfri

- Count Rugen: Stregobor

I'm leaving out some of the minor characters since I can't think of good matches for them at the moment.

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alaskanbby · 1 month

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Long time no fic! I was gripped by a scene and couldn't let it live in my brain and so a fic was written around it. This is a Trans!Jaskier fic, and a coming out fic. So mind the tags if you don't like certain things, it has a very happy ending I promise, but also read the author's note! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy this labor of love :)

Relationship(s): Geralt/Jaskier Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Chapters: 2/2

Summary:

“And?” Jaskier’s head snapped up, his eyes wide, “What the hell do you mean ‘and?’” “Do you think me so shallow as to have that change how I would feel about you?” “People fall out of love over less,” He muttered. “Then they aren’t really in love.”

#fan fic #the witcher #geralt/jaskier #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #trans jaskier

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nonbinarylesbianherb · 9 months

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my brain trying to stop me from writing fanfics instead of studying

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jawanaka · 21 days

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Sins of Father's snippet

As I am rearing up to get back into my long-fic, I've decided to update the missing lore snippets in the beginning of each chapter. I stopped adding them because they became kind of a chore but since I miss them and since they add context, I've decided add them to the missing chapter. Without further ado, from chapter 7:

The var Emreis restoration is often and mistakenly categorized as a restitution, a simple coup’d'etat that overthrew the usurper and restored proper order to the Nilfgaardian empire: certainly this is how Emhyrs propaganda played it up at the time. Yet any student of the inner workings and actual policies enacted at the period will find greater discrepancies between the rule of Emhyr var Emreis and his father, Fergus, than between that of Fergus and the usurper. It was the usurper who represented the old ways of doing business: his successor came to power with an entirely new mandate for autocratic power and an ideology bordering that of universal monarchy. While the emperor was the face behind this development, documents from the time show that the executors where very much the same group of young aristocrats who had rallied around the Emreis banner on the return from exile. It was these men (and at the time they were all men) who would be the driving force behind the almost frenzied expansion of his reign and turn prophecy and mysticism into a coherent program of conquest.

From “The White Flame - a biography of Emhyr var Emreis, emperor of Nilfgaard".

#ciri #emhyr var emreis #nilfgaard #witcher fan fic #my writing

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witch-and-her-witcher · 11 months

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An adoring kiss because the other is rambling - Yenralt

Katakans. It was always katakans that seemed to enchant and thrill the children of Beauclair: they could listen to Geralt recite books of text on the beasts, or weave tales of hunts gone awry, and they'd stand gawping until their parents came calling or Geralt suddenly remembered he'd been promised elsewhere sometime ago.

Yennefer perched on a bench beneath the pleasant shade of an old, twisted olive tree, listening to the old witcher's ramblings on about the lesser vampire and the by now well timed reactions of the children - either in awe or feigned horror. A warm breeze carried the scent of fresh baked goods and year round floral blooms.

There was a time the lack of motion, the repetitive nature of it all, would have driven her mad. But now, now she listens to his river bottom voice in all of its channels of patience against the stones of hard lived years, and she feels nothing but reprieve. To be here, enjoying the moment alongside him.

"-the way you tell a katakan's age is by the length of their claws, and this one's claws were - "

Geralt was cut off by a mother's stern call.

The children scrambled while thanking the good witcher for his time over their shoulders.

Yennefer wound her arm around his and set her chin on his shoulder, just in time to catch the look of longing that accompanied his wave good-bye.

"I hope that wasn't too boring to listen to. Again."

The surprised sound caught in the back of his throat when Yennefer seized his lips in a kiss. It melted into a happy sigh as they lingered in the moment, re-exploring every familiar line and curve of the other's mouth.

When they parted, both had flushed cheeks.

"What was that for?"

"Oh, nothing, my darling. Nothing."

#ask meme #the softness continues 🥹❤️#thank you for the prompt 🥰#yenralt #geralt x yennefer #witcher fan fic #my writing

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blueberry-fiction · 1 year

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Wondering if I should continue any of the fics I’ve written so far!!

#witcher fan fic #short stories #midnight mass fan fic #fanfic #fan fic #fandom #midnight mass #the witcher #sherrif hassan #Yennefer of vengerberg

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witchertits · 4 months

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Witcher AO3 Benefit Zine

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#witcher fic #witcher fanfiction #dandelion #my fic #fandom zine #fan zine #fanzines #tw3

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supercitycarnival · 9 months

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Just saw the banner for 3.08 😭

And immediately thought of my fic 😭

#the witcher netflix #tissaia de vries #yennefer of vengerberg #yennaia #fan fic #yennefer x tissaia

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