#var's fics

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 大逆転裁判 | Dai Gyakuten Saiban | The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Toby the Dog & Barok van Zieks Characters: Barok van Zieks, Toby the Dog (Dai Gyakuten Saiban), Gina Lestrade (Dai Gyakuten Saiban), Asougi Kazuma Additional Tags: Fluff, Dogs, Silly, Not Serious, Just a silly fic, i wanted barok and toby to interact Words:2,271 Summary:

Barok van Zieks looks after Toby for a day.

[laurikarauchscat]

Emhyr wakes up to a hangover from hell and a blaring cellphone, and immediately wishes for death. He is feeling absolutely shit.

He has to keep an arm over his face as he reaches for the phone blindly.

“Hello,” he croaks.

“...It’s 11 in the morning.” Geralt says on the other side, in lieu of greeting like a normal fucking person. 

“What do you want?”

“Are you home? Ciri said you had a work thing last night, and if I just woke you up-”

“I’m home. Does Cirilla need a change of clothing?” He had told his obstinate child the weather would be too warm for winter wear this weekend, but her head was quite hard. If he was feeling slightly better he might be feeling vindicated at this moment. 

“Yeah. I'll be over in fifteen.”

___

Emhyr is waiting on the porch as Geralt finally makes his appearance. He had barely made it to his position at the top of the steps, and was just contemplating attempting the descent when he catches Geralt’s judgemental expression through the windshield. Fuck that, he decides, as he plops the bag of clothes down next to him, resolved to make Mr Well Adjusted climb up the stairs his goddamned self if he wants to be super dad so bad. 

He is well aware of what he must look like in that moment, but he is quite convinced that Geralt should be grateful he has at least managed to greet him freshly showered (he’d spent ten minutes under the water leaning with his head against the wall), with a towel around his waist and a bathrobe on his back. 

As Geralt comes sauntering up the driveway, looking mean and fit and totally sober, Emhyr takes a fortifying drag of his cigarette. He has to close his eyes as he expels the smoke, since the sight of the rapidly moving white particles past his face might just have him give in to the temptation to ruin Geralt’s day by vomiting all over him. 

“Ciri said you quit.” the dickhead rumbles. 

“It shall be our little secret.” Emhyr answers in the most condescending tone he can manage in his impaired state. He points to the bag at his feet, and is rewarded by a flash of irritation on Geralt’s face. 

As the other man stomps up the steps, Emhyr experiences a moment of regret for not just tossing the bag at him, when he sees Mr Fitness' eyes linger on his soft belly. Instead, he affects the unbothered, and leans his arm on the banister next to him, trying his best to look self assured despite still very much feeling like shit. He maintains the pose until Geralt gets back into his hideously dilapidated vehicle.

__

In the perfectly serviceable and actually quite well maintained truck, Geralt frantically reaches for his cellphone as he takes up his place behind the wheel. He struggles to pull his eyes away from the half naked man now sashaying to the porch couch to drape himself over it, porno style. 

“Yen,” he says, as the woman in question picks up his call, “I swear to GOD Emhyr is trying to seduce me. Can you believe that!!??”

[astudyincontrasts]

Heart of Frost

Emhyr var Emreis x F!Reader OC  NSFW

If any of ya’ll were wondering what I have been doing with myself the past four months (in between working on other wips cough Penance cough)  here it is!

My birthday gift for my beloved Sharky, 14 chapters, 78K words of witcher fic dedicated to the most handsome, worst man on the whole continent.  Smut, Angst, Whump, Fluff, more aNGST MORE SMUT OH YEAH

[tigerlyla-of-metinna]

Simple Pleasures (Finale)

Dettlaff: *still coughing away*

Emhyr: I've made that error as well, Dettlaff. Don't let your first unpleasant experience deter you from the overall enjoyment that comes later.

Dettlaff: Throat irritation is just that. An irritation. And still my opinion doesn't change about this human habit you both enjoy.

Regis: Your chest and throat cavity aren't used to this yet. Take it from us, my friend. Take smaller hits first, to get acclimated to the habit. Breathe in some fresh air before taking the next puff. Before you know it, you'll be inhaling this fine blend like a chimney.

Regis turns to Emhyr (blowing smoke rings):... and with practice, you'll be as creative as our emperor. If I may inquire, Majesty, why smoke here? Is it not allowed in the palace?

Emhyr: I can smoke anywhere I wish, I just don't want the nobles to see me relax and be normal. *leans back* Do make another batch the next time we meet.

Regis: As you wish, Your Imperial Majesty.

Dettlaff: (puffing away) Curious habit this recreational smoking. Does nothing beneficial for the body. But it is... catchy. I wish to learn that trick with the smoke, emperor.

Emhyr: One step at a time, vampire. One step at a time.

The End

(if you missed the previous posts: Part 1:

And Part 2:

Many many thanks to @i-be-busy-witchering who took the pics with such perfection fitting my requested scenario. Story and edits in SAI/PS by me.

[consistentsquash]

Witcher Fic Rec - Dziady

First Fic Rec of 2024!!!! For a brilliant fic ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Dziady by eldritcher. 10000 words. Completed. Rated M. Emhyr/Geralt

Rec because - classic slash hurt/comfort middle aged dudes out of touch with their emotions fic giving strong 2000s vibes. Beautiful, dirtyhotbadwrong, deep interiority in the POV, complicated, bittersweet.

Rec note - It feels translated from another language without losing the feel. Idk how to explain. The use of Slavic folklore really adds to that vibe.

Other things I love - Slavic folklore which works great for the fic's vibe. Also the otherness of Geralt. He really feels like something special purpose created in a lab/something like Frankenstein's Creature. The Witcher backstory in canon is like X Men/Wolverine oversimplified. Also Emhyr's characterization. So unforgivable but also really you are going to fall in love with the depiction because he is just interesting. In fic interesting is better than good at least for me. Also zero royalty/blood status kink which is something important for me. Of course anything goes in fic because fic is not reality. This is just my personal reading taste.

Also hot. Just messy, problematic and hot.

Between silver and steel lay the emptiness where the Witcher’s heart once had been before the Trials and the mutagens had wicked it out, Dandelion had once written in poetic flair. A desirable outcome. There was something between silver and steel. It was not empty. It was warped. It had craved to beg the djinn to bind Yennefer to him for more than reason alone. It craved and craved and craved, to be remembered well by his friends, to be his tansy-child’s sole father, to be not spat upon, to be honoured at Dziady after his time, and to irrevocably lay claim to what Emhyr was unwittingly dangling before him.

Prose - The prose is lyrical but not really the author's usual soaring prose vibe. I feel the prose is actually more poetic in the A-side fic Wiosna. But that's outside the scope of this rec.

Pairing vibe - Emhyr is really horrible and complicated in book canon. He literally hunts his daughter to marry her because some prophecy and her blood is special. He changes his mind/has his One Conscience Moment when he lets her leave. Geralt is the Dad that stepped up. The guy who actually protects her/takes care of her. But he is also a Witcher created with lots of magic/gene mutations and emotions are pretty much a no for them. So the pairing is pretty much out there. They have zero values in common. But it works here. It really works.

Recs are based on my reading and taste.

photo By Lesza Ślężyńska, CC BY 3.0

[jawanaka]

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".

[queenofyumcha]

excerpt from 'take heart, beloved'

CW// unhealthy relationships

Ship in this excerpt - Geralt/Duny

-/-

Emhyr can feel himself growing attached.

It is inadvisable to grow fond of a man whose place in the court's hierarchy is even lower than yours, even less certain. And yet, here he is. The Witcher, in his quarters far later than is appropriate, at a time when he ought to be gracing his wife's bed. He cannot help it, that is the lie he tells himself. It is odd, in a court full of nobles, that by far the kindest man is here, by his side. A monster-hunter, kinder and more accepting than any lordling.

The fire is dying low in the hearth, but a gesture from Geralt and the flames leap up again, licking ferociously at the barrier that prevents them from spilling forth and burning all that they can reach. Geralt's thigh pressed next to his, they sit side by side, with an intimacy that is- damning, should anyone see them.

"Why do you stay, Geralt?"

He's uncertain he meant to say anything at all. Perhaps it was whimsy that pulled those words forth, as he sits warm from the fire that had never brought comfort to these cold rooms before. Perhaps it is Geralt's company that warms him and not the fire, perhaps it's merely that he's cheered from the good company- perhaps that is why he asks.

Say you stay for me.

Say you stay because you cannot bear the thought of leaving me. I care not if it is a lie- if you must lie, tell me a comforting one.

He gestures, flippant and casual, and he knows the wine has softened him. "I know this child is, by law, and by destiny's hand, as much yours as they are mine, but I did not think Witcher's wished for children."

"It is a tradition for Witcher's to claim the Law of Surprise when asking for a reward. Children... are often the desired outcome."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"...You know many things, Duny, but not this?"

"One cannot know everything, Witcher, but I am flattered you think so highly of me."

The Witcher laughs, the sort that is startled out of you- an honest, sudden burst of mirth. It is a sound that brings Emhyr a soft sort of joy, the kind that emanates heat, the kind that makes its home in his chest.

He wants to hold that emotion close and never let go.

What he would do, what he would endure, if only to be able to feel that joy for the rest of his life-

"I do."

Geralt smiles, settling back against the cushions.

"Think highly of you, that is."

Emhyr looks at him in askance, measures the width of Geralt's smile, scans his cat eyes for dishonesty, and searches for anything, anything at all that will discourage him from the foolishness of what it is he wants to do. He finds nothing and cannot be disappointed with it.

He places his hand on Geralt's thigh, too high up, too intimate for it to be mistaken as anything other than what it is.

A proposition.

When Emhyr cups his face and kisses him, Geralt stiffens beneath him, all of sudden tense and still where he was once passionate and eager.

Emhyr has misstepped and he backtracks to apologise, uneasy in foreign territory. Geralt catches him by the wrist before he can fully retreat, pulls him close with a shuddering breath exhaled and Emhyr automatically feels himself run through the location of each and every weapon he has secreted away in his quarters.

The Witcher is not violent, does not press his advantage now that he has it, and has Emhyr braced against his chest. At this range, there is little he could do to defend himself, even if he had a dagger in hand. Emhyr knows that if the other man wanted to, he could snap his neck with little effort. He can feel it now, the power in the arm that holds him close.

But Geralt looks at him with something like startled pleasure- disbelief.

Geralt allows him to reposition them as he pleases, and allows him to touch and take as he pleases. As long as he keeps touching Geralt with care, with tenderness, his touches soft, affectionate, like those of a lover, the other man lies there and allows him anything. Emhyr kisses his brow and watches the Witcher melt beneath him, so used to cruelty that a dash of kindness is enough to undo him.

He pities Geralt. He is not used to pitying others, but that a single gentle touch could undo this man?

How cruel the world must have been to you, for you to see these acts of manipulation as kindness.

It will take years for Emhyr to remember these thoughts. It will take decades for Emhyr to realise he should have pitied them both.

Geralt must know that these touches are lies. Kind lies, tender lies, comforting lies-

But lies nonetheless.

They lie side by side, entwined in an embrace of lies.

[whimsicalmeerkat]

dusk - the witcher

On AO3

Geralt stands on the balcony outside of Emhyr’s rooms and watches the day fade into dusk.

A recursive ficlet based on @softest-punk’s Prickly, which you should definitely read.

Written for thr @februaryficletchallenge prompt “dusk”.

[moonlightpirate]

Masterlist

This is getting long so time for the keep reading cut!!!!

Return to The Madding Crowd

Chapter 1: The Storm

Chapter 2: A Fall Day

Chapter 3: To Love or Not to Love

Chapter 4: Proper Lady

Chapter 5: The Letters

Chapter 6: The Wedding Ball

Law of Destiny

Chapter 1: Stuck in Cintra

Chapter 2: The Journey Home

Chapter 3: Wide Awake

Chapter 4: Love and Dreams

Chapter 5: Damsel in Distress

Joey Batey and Jaskier

Secret Worlds series

The necklace

Together again

Dancing Under The Stars

Inkpot Gods

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Meeting the Lettenhoves

That Unwanted Animal

Part two Meeting the Lettenhoves

Adam Warlock

Goldilocks

Chapter 1: Thunderstruck

Valentines Day One Shots

Someone To Say

Madly

West Side Story

Somethings Coming

[astaldis]

@whumpcember     @hurtcember 

@whumpuary     @badthingshappenbingo

Chapters: 1/1   Words: 2,956

Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Emhyr var Emreis & Gallatin Characters: Emhyr var Emreis, Gallatin (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Haunting, Revenge, Bad Things Happen Bingo, Whump, Hurt No Comfort, Angst, Spoilers for The Witcher (TV) Season 3, Blood and Violence

Summary: Emhyr var Emreis does not believe in ghosts, no. They are nothing but old wives' tales. And the rumours about the ghost in the guest wing are utterly ridiculous, of course, or are they?

[ifindus]

Har du sett at de har fått en ny kaptein sabeltann. Er ganske spent på å se hvor god han er

Jaaaa har sett det! Pål Christian Eggen. Er nysgjerrig selv også, tror ikke jeg har sett ham i noe annet egt 😅 Ser jo at han har teaterbakgrunn og det er jo positivt da! Litt skuffa over at jeg aldri rakk å se Kyrre Haugen Sydnes, men men. Også veldig spent på hvilke valg de tar i kostymeavdelingen 👀 Håper vi får en like bra bart denne gangen også ✨

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 大逆転裁判 | Dai Gyakuten Saiban | The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Asougi Kazuma & Mikotoba Susato Characters: Mikotoba Susato, Asougi Kazuma, Barok van Zieks, Naruhodou Ryuunosuke, Iris Watson | Iris Wilson Additional Tags: Post-Dai Gyakuten Saiban 2: Naruhodou Ryuunosuke no Kakugo | The Great Ace Attorney 2: Resolve, Dai Gyakuten Saiban 2: Naruhodou Ryuunosuke no Kakugo | The Great Ace Attorney 2: Resolve Spoilers, Happy Ending, susato deserves to have her feelings considered, in fact she deserves the world Words:6,175 Summary:

Eight months have passed since Susato last saw London, and eight months have passed since she saw a frightening side of Kazuma. She tries her best to hide her anxiety about seeing Kazuma again, knowing things will never be the same between them.

[aziraphalesbookkeeper]

I'm so sad where're my unhinged tall varian asks

[codringher-and-fenn]

This is a classic in the Emralt rarepair realm, the gold standard for non-book purists or villian apologists (based solely on the games, so there is no mention of the E/C plot line.) The plot is exceptional, the machinations are intense, and the perfect bottom Geralt characterization will leave butterflies in your stomach.

Author Highlight: @astolat is a published author as well as a founding member of AO3. She is incredibly talented & has works across many fandoms!

[tigerlyla-of-metinna]

Chapter 6: Picking up the Pieces

Summary:

The forbidden dalliance ended. Sarah copes with the loss of Emhyr's trust and affection. The empire finally puts its plan into action: bringing the Guild of Merchants to heel.

Seven days…

It’s been seven days of early morning rain that turned into a light drizzle before breakfast, and completely abated before the palace gates opened for guests.

It’s also been seven days since the emperor severed his ties with her. Seven days of waking up with damp pillows. Martina, fully aware of Sarah’s heartbreak, without being told, the devastation was clear on Sarah’s face (blast her poor Gwent face!), tried her best to lift her mistress’s spirits by cooking her favorite meals, giving the household servants the stare to keep their mouths shut and sending her off to do shopping, sightseeing, or visit the library. Anything to get her away from gardening and risking the sight of the emperor and whoever is his flavor of the day.

Surprisingly, Emhyr didn’t have Heleen quite as often as he did in the past, which made for an interesting intrigue amongst the nobles and commoners alike. Emhyr was rotating between his other lovers, and even they were puzzled by this. Still, the ladies couldn’t compete with his wife: the empire.

Emhyr left a massive gaping hole in Sarah’s heart and she fills it with reading (avoiding romantic ballads and poetry) or garden duties to numb the pain. Sometimes Martina would send her off to the market to polish her haggling skills. Anything to distract her from grieving the loss of her relationship. Emhyr seem to be coping well. He has a dozen women lined up to replace those he lets go.

[do-androids-dream-ao3acc]

Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Emhyr var Emreis/Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy Characters: Emhyr var Emreis, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy Additional Tags: BAMF Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Slow Burn, Idiots in Love, Character Study, Fluff

Excerpt:

The man gave off a vague scent of herbs. Emhyr had noticed it before, yet out here that smell was supposed to fade away, mingling with the scent of the columbine by the wayside, the freshly waxed leather of the saddles and whatever the soft breeze carried. It didn’t, he could still sense it; a fragrance like a fine tobacco or the bouquet of an exotic wine. This very special mixture had somehow burnt itself into his memory. He smelled it even when Regis was not present: a dish on his table, a passing courtier or just a breeze from the window might carry some of this fragrance. As if many small parts carried a piece of him, but only Regis could perfect them. Another strange thought. He looked at him, looked at the dark eyes of the man who was actually a vampire, thinking, What is this?

Here’s to you, @oblakovka! Thanks for making me consider a pairing I have never thought about before, I had a lot of fun!