#yennefer x milva

[yellowspiralbound]

I've had an epiphany: Yennefer x Milva.

Have they met in canon? No. Do I care? Also no. But like, here me out.

Milva, who is crass and bold and boyish (a lesboy/boydyke if you will). Milva, who is everything Yennefer has trained herself not to be. Milva, who never got enough time to mourn her miscarried child. Milva, who ultimately spent months tracking Ciri and died for Yennefer's baby girl.

Yennefer, who is poised and posh. Yennefer, who rubs elbows with high society and would never dream of looking at the filth Milva grew up in. Yennefer, who would do anything for her daughter. Yennefer, who sees this beautiful wild half-dryad and can't help but fall head over heels.

Yennefer, whose hands are damaged beyond repair. Milva, who spent so long in Brokilon that she knows how to ease the pain. Milva rubbing lotion into Yennefer's broken hands and holding on for just too long. Yennefer, who doesn't want her to let go. How long has it been since someone held her so gently?

Milva, who cries over the child that could have been. Yennefer, who knows better than anyone what it feels like to loose the possibility of a child. Yennefer holds her close and they cry together and Yennefer holds her in a hug for just too long. Milva, who doesn't want her to let go. How long has it been since someone held her so gently?

I am...consumed by thoughts.

[thedemonofcat]

The most enjoyable aspect of the Hansa is when they bully Geralt for his attempt to be brooding and insist on going it alone.

It's a found family and despite Geralt's resistance, refusing to be a part of it simply isn't an option.

[astaldis]

Chapters: 1/1      Words: 5,115 Fandom: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lambert (The Witcher)/Maria Barring | Milva, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach/Coën (The Witcher), Angoulême/Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Triss Merigold/Fringilla Vigo, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Assire var Anahid/Vesemir Characters: Lambert, Milva, Jaskier, Angoulême, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Coën, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Geralt of Rivia, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Vesemir, Triss Merigold, Fringilla Vigo, Assire var Anahid, Merlin The Cat Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Bickering, reconvalescent Milva, Annoying Lambert, Falling In Love, POV Milva, Kaer Morhen (The Witcher), Post-Canon Fix-It, Eventual Fluff, Chicken Soup, Witcher rarepairs 

Summary: After the fight at Stygga, an injured Milva wakes up at Kaer Morhen to the voice of a tall stranger with unkempt red hair and a wild, red beard. A very annoying stranger.

Inspired by the Whiskey With Witcher podcast interview with fanfic author @BuffySummers10/Descarada/ @fangirleaconmigo "I want more Milva [...] How could we get her into Kaer Morhen? [...] How could we get Milva a better ending?" Thanks a lot for the inspiration! Hope you all like what I've come up with, enjoy!

She wakes up to the blurry vision not of blue sky or the green of trees but to the grey of stone walls, cold and bleak and suffocating. Stygga, her hazy brain whispers, she must still be in Stygga. With a panicked start, she sits up. And falls right back, moaning loudly. Shit, her middle aches worse than when she had that miscarriage centuries ago. No, not really centuries, of course, but it feels like a very, very long time has passed since then, although it has not even been a year.

"You shouldn't do that, woman," a deep, gruff voice says from across what seems to be a large room. She blinks and the room comes more into focus. The walls are bare stone, yet there are candle holders mounted on them and the golden light of a sunny afternoon filters in through a high window. She is lying not on the floor between corpses in a pool of her own blood but in a bed. No fetters or manacles or anything hinting at that she is a prisoner. The blanket and pillow feel rather coarse, nothing like in Toussaint, and the bed is of a simple, but sturdy make, not a huge fourposter bed with a richly embroidered canopy. But a bed is a bed, and, being a simple girl from the woods, she hated all that hoity-toity luxury anyway. But where the hell is she? Where are her friends? And who the fuck is the man who just spoke to her?

Cautiously, she turns to the side where the voice came from. There are several more beds with small, plain tables between them, a chair or two, and a lot of unlit candles. At the far end by what seems to be the entry to an adjacent room stands a tall man. He is leaning casually against the ornamented wooden entry frame with his is arms crossed in front of his broad, muscular chest. His shoulder-length, unkempt hair is red, his face covered in a wild beard and his strange, dark eyes are examining her as if she was a foreign insect waiting to be stuck on a needle and mounted in a display case. Damn, she does not like this stare ...

Whiskey with Witcher

interview here podcast part 1 here podcast part 2 here. Check it out!

[mayasooong]

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Still one of the funniest scenes I remember from the book. Geralt’s disbelief is through the roof here and Milva isn’t helping 🤣

[mlm-writer]

Old Friend (Geralt x GN!Reader)

Pairing:  Show!Geralt of Rivia x Gender Neutral Reader (can be interpreted as platonic or romantic) Rating: Mature Words: 1670 POV: Second Summary: The Big Tober Day 21 - “I did what I had to do to protect those I love… I had no choice!” Note: Don't @ me for still posting things that were supposed to come out in October. Tags: angst, mention of Ciri & Yennefer, ft. Jaskier & Milva, murder and dark magic

Everyone would agree that Ciri was an unlucky girl with a life tainted by tragedy. Every time you spoke with her about her past, you felt a little pang in your heart. However, sometimes you envied her. The way Geralt reserved his warmest of smiles for his charge, the way the most powerful sorceress spent her time teaching Ciri and the power Ciri possessed sometimes made you feel like she was, in some way, a very lucky girl. 

You spent life on the run with Ciri, Geralt and Yennefer. Most of the time you felt like you were family, sometimes you felt like an extra, an unnecessary weight, but no one told you to leave. You had nothing to teach Ciri that Geralt and Yennefer couldn’t. They had it covered from sword to spells to alchemy. 

Then things kept going to shit and before you knew it, Geralt was flirting with death and Ciri was missing. You wanted to go find her, but Yennefer insisted you stayed with Geralt. “You can heal anything!” Geralt exclaimed as you exhausted yourself once more. He was capable of loud verbal abuse. You should’ve counted that as a win, but it was hard to, when Geralt was still bed-bound. 

“I’m doing everything I can!” You yelled back. Milva entered, her hand landing on your shoulder. It has been the same song over and over again ever since Jaskier revealed Ciri was on her way to Nilfgaard. Geralt proceeded to demand more of you. Milva forced you out. Jaskier was waiting for you with a brew of herbs that would help you recover your strength. “I’m really doing everything I can,” you sobbed by the fire. 

Jaskier put his arm around you, comforting you the best he could. “I know. He knows. He is just… Geralt.” You leaned against the bard, letting his body’s warmth seep into yours. You sat by the fire until it got dark. Jaskier eventually let you be to mull over your thoughts in peace. When you had the strength you used your magic on those that did appreciate it. You were weak, but even a little was for many enough to pull their foot out of the grave. 

Exhaustion gnawed at your bones. Your muscles felt like they were weighed down by the state of the world. You took a stroll out of the camp, trying to avoid Jaskier and Milva. They meant well, but their words were not enough to distract you from the power you lacked. 

When the lights of the camp were far behind you, you stopped walking. You couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, knees colliding with the muddy ground of the forest. From a secret pocket sewn into the coat you’ve had for over two decades, you procured an amulet you haven’t worn since you met Geralt all those years ago. The deep red gem reflected the light of the moon onto your eyes. Deep within the stone you could see an old friend. You promised Geralt you’d throw this trinket away; you promised you would never give in to temptation again, but despair had forced you quite literally to your knees. You clenched the charm tightly in your fist. “All is fair in love and war,” you whispered as you stared down at your fist, noticing how red light seeped between your fingers. “These are times of war and… I love him.”

Those words spoken aloud strengthened your resolve. You closed your eyes as you put the thin golden chain over your head, letting the amulet fall right where your heart was. As soon as that metal hit your chest, you felt an old friend occupying your mind once more. “I always knew you’d come back,” it told you. It gave you visions of how to help Geralt. The methods dancing on the grey moral spectrum, but led by these visions, you made your way back to the camp. You entered the tents of the sleeping patients you had helped earlier. You touched those that you didn’t think would make it to the morning. Their life force entered through your fingertips. They breathed their final breath. You felt the weak energy pooling together. One tent, two, three, you passed though the whole camp, taking what you needed from those that were not likely to hold onto it for long anyway. Each time you took, darkness rose to your skin, revealing your deeds in the night. 

Your veins had turned black by the time you entered the final tent. Geralt was fast asleep as well, too injured to even hear you entering, too unwell to open his eyes and ask you what you were doing there. A black tear rolled down your cheek as you placed your hand on his chest and let go of all the energy you had collected. The life energy of the people that died that night flowed from your chest down to your fingertips. In his sleep, Geralt inhaled deeply as the energy filled him. It only took a moment, but it felt like an eternity as you felt the weight of the lives you took to save the one most dear to you. 

When you were devoid of all the energy but your own, you collapsed on the ground, legs too tired to keep you up. You took deep breaths, trying to avoid looking at your hands. However, in the end you just needed to know how bad things were. You raised your palms, the sight - though expected - still horrifying. Your skin had blackened from the dark magic. Your hands felt fine though. “You did well. This is only the beginning of what we can achieve. You’re meant to take what you please,” the old friend’s voice echoed through your skull. The words were reassuring, but you knew all too well where things could lead. You reached for the amulet, ready to rip it off you. “You need me. Without me you’re useless. You can’t protect the ones you love.” 

Geralt had you once believe otherwise, but it only took one glance towards him to show you where his faith in you had led him to. Even the great White Wolf could be wrong sometimes. Defeated, you slowly let go of the amulet, allowing it to occupy its old spot. “Everything will be fine. You will be fine,” the being spoke through the amulet to you. You had heard those words a million times from Jaskier, but only now did they actually soothe you. 

The next morning you woke up from stirring on the bed. You hadn’t dared to leave the tent and slept on a chair. “Geralt,” you whispered, aware of your surroundings the moment your ears picked up on the rustling of blankets. You forgot what you looked like, immediately rising from the chair and joining Geralt at his side. You inspected the wound on his leg, but it was not there anymore, a new scar adorning his skin. 

Your eyes didn’t meet Geralt’s until he sat up on his own. “What did you do?” His voice dripped of venom. You lifted your head to meet his yellow eyes, darkened by the deeply furrowed eyebrows. Your throat felt tight, so tight that not a single syllable could make it through to the cold space between you and the Witcher. He called your name and reached out. You were frozen in place as his calloused fingers traced the black marks on your face. “What did you do?” He repeated the question, emphasising each word with urgency. 

Black tears pooled in your eyes, the first few already rolling down your cheeks by the time you found your voice once more. “I did what I had to do to protect those I love…” You swallowed a lump in your throat. “I had no choice.” Your voice trembled, each word shaking more than the previous one. 

Geralt was visibly seething as he grabbed your arm, his grip tight. “What did you do?” He demanded, voice booming in the small space. You tried to free yourself. 

“Geralt, please, you’re hurting me!” “Say it!” 

He knew you. He knew you from the moment he met you. He knew the person you could be once you gave up on your ‘old friend’. He knew what you did then and he knew what you did last night. He knew, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to be wrong. He wanted to have mistaken that familiar amulet around your neck. However, things were exactly as it seemed and just like things never changed, Jaskier and Milva came in right on que. 

Jaskier called out for Geralt, tried to calm him. He immediately commented on how he seemed to be better, proceeded to ask how. Meanwhile, Milva freed you of Geralt’s grip. A crowd had formed at the entrance, but you couldn’t see anyone in the room but Geralt. “How many have died tonight?” Geralt demanded to know, Jaskier and Milva now in between you two. They tried to calm him. “How many?” He roared. 

His fury eventually ripped the answer out of you. “I don’t know! I only took from those that were not likely to make it to the morning anyway.” 

“Jaskier…” Geralt’s voice was quieter now he got his answer from you. He turned to the bard. “How many people died tonight?” Jaskier turned to Milva, hoping she held the answer. 

“42,” she spoke with surprising steadiness. She then looked at you, shaming you with her eyes alone. She was not the only one who despised your existence after that night. Jaskier pleaded for your life, then left with Geralt to find Ciri. You had to go your own way, fend for yourself once more. If it wasn’t for your aching heart, it was like you never met the Witcher at all. He never wanted to see you again, but even as you walked with your backs facing each other, you felt like you would see him again. It was a funny thing… destiny. 

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CHARACTER LIST

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Genshin Impact:

Mondstadt:

Albedo

Amber

Bennett  (aged up only)

Diluc

Eula

Fischl (aged up and platonic only)

Jean

Kaeya

Lisa

Mona

Noelle  (aged up only(?))

Razor  (aged up only)

Rosaria

Aether

Sucrose

Venti 

Liyue:

Beidou

Chongyun  (aged up only)

Ganyu

Hu Tao

Keqing

Ningguang

Xiangling  (aged up (?) and platonic)

Xiao

Xingqiu  (aged up only)

Xinyan  (aged up only)

Yanfei

Zhongli

Shenhe

Inazuma:

Arataki Itto

Gorou

Kaedahara Kazuha

Kamisato Ayaka

Kamisato Ayato

Kujou Sara

Raiden Shogun

Sangonomiya Kokomi (platonic only)

Thoma

Yoimiya

Yae Miko

Yun Jin

Snezhnaya:

Tartaglia

Khaenri’ah:

Dainsleif

Arcane:

Caitlyn

Ekko

Jinx

Mel

Vi

Viktor

Vander (platonic only)

FNAF:

Glamrock Freddy

Glamrock Chica 

Montgomery Gator

Roxanne Wolf

Sun/Sundrop/Sunrise

Moon/Moondrop

Vanessa (platonic only)

Michael Afton

Eldarya:

(I can also write character x character)

Ezarel

Nevra

Valkyon

Leiftan

Chrome ( A New Era)

Karenn ( A New Era)

Miiko

Ykhar

Ewelein

Keroshane

Koori

Huang Chu

My Candy Love:

(high school era only)

Lysander

Castiel

Nathaniel

Kentin

Armin

Alexy (platonic only)

Rosalya (platonic only)

Amber

Iris

Kim

Violette

Melody

Final Fantasy VII:

(I can also write character x character)

Claud Strife

Tifa Lockhart

Aeris Gainsborough

Sephiroth

Vinvent Valentine

Zack Fair

Rufus Shinra

Genesis Rhapsodos

Reno Sinclair

Haikyuu:

Karasuno (aged up, 18>):

Kōshi Sugawara

Yū Nishinoya

Tobio Kageyama

Shōyō Hinata

Kei Tsukishima

Tadashi Yamaguchi

Kiyoko Shimizu

Keishin Ukai

Nekoma:

Tetsurō Kuroo

Yaku Morisuke

Kenma Kozume

Lev Haiba

Aoba Johsai:

Tōru Oikawa

Hajime Iwaizumi

Shigeru Yahaba

Yūtarō Kindaichi

Akira Kunimi

Kentarō Kyōtani

Fukurodani:

Kōtarō Bokuto

Keiji Akaashi

Akinori Konoha

Shiratorizawa:

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Eita Semi

Satori Tendō

Tsutomu Goshiki

Kenjirō Shirabu

Johzenji:

Kenjirō Shirabu

Itachiyama:

Kiyoomi Sakusa

Inarizaki:

Shinsuke Kita

Atsumu Miya

Rintarō Suna

Osamu Miya

Tears of Themis:

Artem Wing

Vyn Richter

Marius Von Hagen

Luke Pearce

The Arcana:

Asra

Nadia

Julian

Muriel

Portia

Lucio

Valerius

The Witcher:

(I can also write character x character)

Geralt of Rivia (platonic only if x reader)

Yennefer of Vengerberg (platonic only if x reader)

Ciri

Jaskier

Eskel

Lambert

Fringilla Vigo

Emiel Regis

Tissaia de Vries (platonic only)

Rience

Milva (sfw only)

Avallac’h

Eredin Breacc Glas

Imlerith 

Caranthir Ar-Feiniel

Coën

Vesemir (platonic)

Iorweth

Hunger Games:

Coriolanus Snow (young Coriolanus only)

Lucy Gray Baird (platonic only)

Sejanus Plinth

Tigris Snow

Katniss Everdeen

Peeta Mellark

Effie

Haymitch

Johanna Mason

Finnick Odair

Stardew Valley:

Sam

Elliott

Sebastian

Shane

Abigail

Emily

Haley

Maru

Baldur's Gate 3:

Astarion

Gale Dekarios

Karlach

Shadowheart

Wyll

! I do not write works with children characters/characters who are physically children !

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I might have forgotten someone, so ask me if you are interested in a character and they are not on the list

[brazenedminstrel]

So, Still Waters the sequel is now in development.

With which I mean I’ve taken the first notes on how I’m going to construct the outline. The title has also been determined a bit ago: Run Into the Depths. Like the full saying goes “still waters run deep”.

I’ll be taking seasons 2 and 3 together into one fic, because season 2 gives me very little to work with (still trying to figure out the Voleth Meir issue).

Where we left off, there are three storylines going forward, and a fourth one assumed:

- Yennefer and Tissaia

- Coral and Philippa

- Vanielle (and Sheala de Tancarville joins her in the sequel)

- (Geralt, Jaskier and Ciri’s story plays off-screen throughout Stil Waters all the while)

I already know where I want to end the sequel. Hint: think like the ending of s3! I’m stoked for more of our favourite side characters like Triss and Sabrina, especially looking forward to Milva joining the cast and of course, I’m very excited to dive back into the universe of arguably my most popular fic.

@yennefer-x-tissaia you’re the best place I can think of to spread the word about this!

[zoeysdamn]

Fanarts and illustrations masterlist

[MAIN MASTERLIST]

[Instagram art account]

Meet the artist 2023 (TW: mention of mental health issues)

Meet me in different universe //the 'girls on films' trend

The Wicther

The Witcher Tarot - Major arcanas

Jaskier Yennefer of Vangerberg Philippa Eilhart Anna Henrietta  Emhyr var Emreis  Avalla’ch  Yennefer and Geralt  Geralt of Rivia Angoulême  Emiel Regis Cirilla of Cintra  Radovid V  Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Eredin Eithné Leo Bonhart  Tor Zireael    Triss Merigold   Milva Barring  Mistle  Tissaia de Vries [TW: blood]  Ciri     

The Witcher tarot - Figures 

King of Swords - Eskel  Queen of Swords - Cerys an CraiteKnight of Swords - Sigismund DijkstraPage of Swords - Fringilla VigoAce of Swords - Ida Emean aep Sivney

King of Wands - LambertQueen of Wands - FalkaKnight of Wands - Olgierd von EverecPage of Wands - Assire var AnahidAce of Wands - Sabrina Gleivissig

King of Pentacles - Vesemir Queen of Pentacles - Francesca FindabairKnight of Pentacles - Margarita Laux-AntillePage of Pentacles - ShaniAce of Pentacles - Sheala de Tancarville

King of Cups - Crach an CraiteQueen of Cups - Lytta NeydKnight of Cups - Iris von EverecPage of Cups - Hjalmar an CraiteAce of Cups - Keira Metz

Other The Witcher fanarts:

Geralt’s Hansa (books) Philippa Eilhart (cosplay/fanart) The witcher 3 genderbends More The Witcher 3 Genderbends (Geralt, Yennefer, Ciri) Fem!Radovid x Male!Philippa Eilhart (TW: blood) Empress!Ciri || Another Empress!Ciri Cahir x Empress!Ciri Queen of Cintra!Ciri Ciri x Cahir Pirates of the Caribbean AU Witcher!Yennefer MET Gala looks for Yennefer, Triss and Philippa Witchersona sketches Triss x Philippa (cosplay/fanart) Witcher!Ahsoka Tano (Star Wars x the Witcher AU) Regis mandrake liquor

Avatar: the last airbender

ATLA Tarot

Aang Azula The Painted Lady Ursa Ozai Iroh The painted Lady x the Blue spirit Zuko Toph Roku Ty Lee Kyoshi Jet Kô Suki Zhao Air temples Katara [COMING SOON] Yue [COMING SOON] Sokka Mai [COMING SOON] [surprise card] [COMING SOON]

The Sandman

There shall be night series fanart Crack headcanon crossover Hamilton x The Sandman

Wednesday

Tatto artist AU (Xavier Thorpe, Wenclair)Glitter and Gold Rave’n outfits for Bianca, Enid and Xavier

A-Z double characters challenge

A & B C to K

Original Art

Golden Aphrodite [redraw]Lady Loki [redraw]Party Medusa [redraw]Greek Mythology women - color palettes studyArt progress from 2018 to 2023Modern!Medusa x AthenaMonstersona V4Pole dance strugglesBrush and layer mode theory [practice]

WIPs & sneak peek

Ciri x Cahir inspired by 'Paolo and Virginia' Queen of Cintra!Ciri ATLA tarot: Katara's card Unfinished Queen!Ciri x Knight!Cahir fanart ATLA tarot: more sneak peeks

[metalgearwitcher]

What I WILL write: Fluff Angst Hurt/Comfort Gender Neutral reader Fem Reader Male Reader MLM, MLW WLW Platonic (all underage characters are auto-platonic) Smut Pregnancy dark topics (suicide, murder, death, sh etc) canon typical violence ( there is a lot of it in these franchises, they are anti war stories afterall maybe not depicting some of the things that happen in canon it but I can still reference them )

Will Not Write Non-con Yandere Underage "disturbing" kinks (usually meaning involving noncon partners, violence or bodily functions, mostly) feel free to ask if your kink is ok or not) Character x Character AUs ( sorry not my thing)

I will not judge you at all for any kinks or personal interests - do not be afraid to message me with any questions you have

will some detail with the requests like a prompt, but not so much that I'm just writing your OC

am a slow writer. I might take a while to finish a request

If there is a character that isn't on the following lists, ask about them to see if I write for them

character list below the RM

Metal Gear

I'm not familiar enough with metal gear rising to write for those characters but most of the others are fair game

MGS character list

Solid Snake

Big Boss or Naked Snake

Revolver Ocelot

Otacon

Meryl Silverburgh

Johnny Sasaki

Sniper Wolf

Zero

EVA

Para-Medic

Kazuhira Miller

Strangelove

Cécile

Venom Snake

Quiet

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The Witcher Iv only gone through the Witcher 3 so I'm not familiar with the previous games, so I will do research to write for some of the more popular characters like Vernon Roche and Iorveth

This is based on the game version the characters not the tv show. I still like the show I just think there should be more content for the game characters ( though I might make an exemption for Jaskier I love him too much to exclude)

I'm not finished with the book series yet but I may included details from it and reference book only stuff or use characterization if there isn't enough detail for them in the games, I will probably add more characters when I'm finished with the books, like Milva

Witcher character list Ciri

Geralt of Rivia

Dandelion

Jaskier (TV)

Triss Merigold

Shani

Vesemir

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Eskel

Lambert

Vernon Roche

Iorveth

Cerys an Craite

Regis

Ves

[hanzajesthanza]

do you have any headcanons of what hands members did for downtime? personally I like to think cahir took up some sort of yoga, maybe admiring geralt’s agile swordplay

definitely! in fact, a couple of months ago, i was writing a geralt x regis fic where geralt and cahir were sparring for fun and due to unforeseen social pressures, regis got dragged into it, and it got competitive and perhaps dangerous...? i never finished it due to higher priority stuff, but it was a nice little slice of life. but yes, i had a headcanon that geralt and cahir practiced swordplay together and that's one of the reasons that cahir was able to hold his own against leo bonhart for such a (relatively) long time.

i'll include two lists here; one for in their universe, and one in a modern AU.

geralt: gymnastics and stretches (this is more of a morning routine, rather than a hobby. picked up in kaer morhen and never was able to drop it, excepting when he stayed with yennefer in vengerberg. they're also pretty impressive gymnastics to the normal person, especially considering that he tends to do them when it's still pitch black out). horse care (like brushing down the horses). journaling (he does observational drawing and quick notes, though these notes would often create some dramatic irony later on if reread). fishing (if he has the equipment).

dandelion: during the time of the short stories, just about every carnal pleasure you can think of: he really frequents the brothels and bars, he's a regular almost everywhere. the more PG-rated activities are frequenting food stalls, investigating inns and taverns for delicacies, singing on street corners, and spending time in royal courts chatting up the royals and their wives. he's also fond of window shopping (with geralt, although they don't share the same tastes). he also spent time pursuing other small diversions with geralt, like going to the menagerie or public performances. within beauclair during lady of the lake, dandelion does a lot more wifeguy activities. doting on anna henrietta, commissioning matching jewelry and other nonsensical things. a lot of wine tasting. a lot of poetry writing. though, who's to say he gave up whoring completely? the only brothel in beauclair indeed sucks, but dandelion's not too picky.

milva: hunting (alone), hunting (with a partner) - these are like multiple hobbies in one, including archery, horseback riding, animal tracking and identification, and spending time alone in the wooded areas. she likes to run errands to the market stalls to replenish supplies and barter. there's a fletcheress who likes her and they talk, but she's too obtuse to realize it. she really does not have many "inside" hobbies, which is why staying cooped up in the palace is miserable for her and leads to crying in the stables.

regis: exploring beauclair palace for the spots no one knows of (comfy spaces in the rafters of the wine cellar to nap, for instance). sitting and talking in the palace gardens with geralt. caring for milva as her ribs are still healing, she has post-miscarriage depression, and refuses to see another physician. gardening (his own plants and the palaces' even if they did not ask him), housekeeping (he doesn't like to have the servants clean his room for him, he does his own laundry). figuring out new distillations and formulas for salves, oils, etc. sometimes he bribes angoulême to solve a problem for him ('find a way to get rid of that mirror and i'll give you my serving of duck at breakfast tomorrow') and sometimes she finds him to ask him to solve a problem for her. he also enjoys flying at night but only can do so on the full moon (there were three full moons during the time they were there, but he only was able to spend the first as predicted).

cahir: horseshoe throwing and other garden games with the baronesses. sports like javelin, discus, horseback riding. seeking out the toussaint knights and going on overnight or two-day trips with them around the valley. sparring with geralt to 'keep form' but they really just go grab some alcohol and food before and after, so it's not particularly to stay in shape. cahir sometimes reads in the library, mostly history, because here he can find more unbiased accounts of vicovaro's history, particularly before it was ""incorporated"" into nilfgaard pretty early in its history...

angoulême: running around beauclair palace looking for gossip, thinking up get-rich-quick schemes and business plans that lead to trouble. trying on new outfits and wasting chamberlain sebastian le goff's time. looking for reynart, regis, or milva to bother them accompany them. walking around the city and admiring the fancy houses and dress. exploring the markets and vendors, she keeps track of the merchants that have entered and left the city. she used to have a bad gambling habit, but she's mostly kicked it (mostly).

modern version:

geralt: writing, other than that he's a little hobbyless, since he used to play sports (i imagined competitive frisbee, but you can imagine what you like) but after his knee injury, he had to quit it, so now he's in a sour mood a lot of the time.

dandelion: frequenting food trucks. composing music (counts as a hobby, like artists who draw also draw for their own fun). matching on dating apps and holding like seventeen chats simultaneously. dandelion is definitely the one in the friend group with a tiktok addiction.

milva: hiking, but with no music - listens to music with wired earbuds and lying on her bed. going to the market / supermarket isn't necessarily a hobby, but she makes it one by keeping track of the prices, seasons, sales. she's friends with the local butchers.

regis: exploring the city by foot in the day (he likes to talk to strangers sometimes, very odd), driving around aimlessly at night. at home, baking, most likely, and pickling and brewing - anything to do with fermentation.

cahir: video games, everyone thinks he plays first-person shooters but he's really fond of stuff like terraria and stardew valley. walking and listening to music, but it's like some rock ballads and somehow doesn't suit the peaceful atmosphere of a walk at dusk.

angoulême: going to the mall, shopping (and shoplifting). getting into new music (regis got her into new wave). trying to get into bars even though she's underage (in my cultural context in the U.S., she would be), and other restricted areas she's not supposed to be in (fire escapes, tops of buildings).

[hamliet]

Yennefer: Geralt, you’re late.

Geralt, staggering in the door: but I brought you something.

Yennefer: oh?

Geralt: here is our son, Cahir. And our two new daughters, Angoulême and Milva, so Ciri can have siblings. And our vampire dad, Regis.

Yennefer: :D

[corvo-bianco-lilacs]

“You’re too good to me...” Yen whispered, her voice hoarse as she gazed up at Geralt’s amber eyes.

“Save your strength, Yen.” He replied, gently tucking her loose hair behind her ear. “We’ll find Ciri soon, then get you both out of here.”

She smiled at that, thinking of their little girl back in her arms once more. Pain radiated within her, and her legs gave out beneath her. Geralt, with the strength he had left, tightened his hold on her, holding her up as he pressed forward.

“Geralt, please, let’s stop so that I may tend to her wounds.” Regis pressed, his hand falling to his friend’s shoulder. “At least let me lessen the pain she feels.”

“Regis is right, Geralt.” Milva continued, coming to stand before the Witcher, blocking his path forward. “Let Regis and I tend to Yennefer. I’m sure Angouleme and Cahir would be more than happy to help you collect Ciri.”

Geralt looked between the two of them, knowing then that they would not let him go any further with Yennefer in the state she was in. He sighed, sounding defeated, but nodded his head in agreement. He tenderly handed Yennefer off to Milva, who took great care not to further jostle the wounded sorceress, before placing a soft kiss to his love’s forehead. Without any hesitation more, he moved further down the hallway, trailed by Cahir and Angouleme, until he caught sight of ashen hair moving towards him. His heart warmed immediately at the sight, and he called out to her, drawing her attention to him.

She ran towards him, tears streaming down her cheeks, and jumped into his arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as he held her close. He did his best to sooth her, gently tucking her hair back from her face, and taking in the sight of her marred cheek and bloodstained clothes.

“It’s good to see you, little wolf.” He sighed, his heart hammering in his chest at having his daughter back in his arms.

“Geralt... I was so scared...” She choked, desperately trying to brush the tears from her face. “I couldn’t find Yennefer... I couldn’t find you... I tried to free her...”

“Shh... I know, Ciri...” He soothed, his voice as calm as the waters of a hot spring. “I’ve already found her.”

Ciri’s head snapped up and her emerald eyes locked onto his amber ones.

“Wh-where is she?”

“She’s being tended to. She suffered some hard wounds, but I will take you to her.” Geralt replied, easing Ciri’s worries.

Angouleme, being closest in age to Ciri, immediately took to the ashen-haired girl’s side, where they became fast friends over the trek back through the cavern of hallways, until they finally came back to where they had left the other’s.

“Mama!” Ciri called, immediately running over to the raven-haired sorceress’ side.

She dropped to the floor and made her way into Yen’s arms. Yen held tightly to her, soothing her as tears slid down both of their cheeks. She looked over to Geralt, a smile on her lips, before returning her attention to Ciri, gently hushing her as she cried.

Regis and Milva made their way back to Geralt’s side, informing her that they had healed her enough to get her out of Stygga and get her to a proper healer. Geralt thanks them for their help, then makes his way to the girls, kneeling beside them as Yen slowly brushed her fingers through Ciri’s hair. Geralt noticed that her fingers were no longer broken.

“We should leave.” He whispered, gaining Yen’s attention. “You need to see a healer, Yen.”

“I know.” She replied, then placed a kiss to the top of Ciri’s head.

“Where do we go from here?”

“Vengerberg.” She replied, her gaze turned back on him.

“Then we should leave at once. The other’s will accompany us.”

“I wish to return to Kaer Morhen…” Ciri announced, looking up into Geralt’s eyes. “I wish to return home.”

Geralt looked to Yen, who nodded in agreement, before she pulled her arms from Ciri, who stood from the floor. Geralt stood beside her, and both helped Yen back to her feet.

“I will leave for Vengerberg. I will come to you in a week’s time.” Yen spoke, looking between father and daughter.

Geralt and Ciri nodded in agreement, then turned to their assembled party. Milva and Regis offered to go off with Yennefer, while Cahir and Angouleme vowed to stay with Geralt and Ciri. Once the group had assembled outside, Geralt made his way back to Yen’s side, leading her off to the side so that he could speak with her.

“I’ll be waiting for you.” He whispered, cupping her cheek as he gazed into her eyes.

“I know, my love... I know.”

“I’ll do my best to keep Ciri out of trouble.”

Yen couldn’t help the short laugh that broke from her throat as he said that, and he didn’t mind her reaction, because all he wanted was to hear that laugh and see her smile.

“Good luck keeping her in line.” She chuckled, glancing back over to their little one.

“Be careful, Yen...” Geralt spoke, his voice soft once again as she turned her gaze back to him. “I almost lost you... I don’t want to go through that again.”

“Darling, I’ll be fine.” She replied, brushing her knuckles against his chin. “You’re sending me off with two of your assembled company. They’ve already proven their loyalty to you by helping me. I will be fine with them.”

He smiled then, gazing deep into her eyes.

“I love you, Yen.”

“And I love you, my wolf.”

“We’ll see you soon.”

“I promise that you will. Take care of each other this week... She will need as much support as she can get.”

“I know.”

They returned to the group, and Ciri immediately hugged Yen, desperately trying to show her mother how much she loved her. When they pulled apart, the group split and each went their separate ways. Geralt and Ciri both agreed that this would be the longest week of their lives.

[astaldis]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (except me because obvs I have done it). Spread the self-love ❤

Thank you very much for the ask, @valandhirwriter!

This is a really tough question, it's almost like having to decide whether I love my son or my daughter more 🙈, impossible. But maybe some fics are a bit special for other reasons.

So, here they are: Let's start with the fic that brought me back into writing fanfic after more than 15 years of neither writing nor reading any at all, my very first Witcher fic:

Ashes to Ashes:

At the end of the Battle of Sodden Hill, a distressed Cahir looks at the burning forest. (Published: 2020-10-12; Words: 417; Chapters: 1/1). (I'm a bit proud of it, too, because it has some nice alliterations and other stylistic devices, I think)

This here is my longest fic so far, although it was supposed to have only 5 chapters. Then along came a couple of nice prompt events and it ended up with 18 🙈:

To kill or not to kill

On Thanedd Ciri is cornered by the black knight of her nightmares. And really wants to kill the man who, in her mind, is responsible for all the bad things that have happened to her, for everything she has lost. Wants to shove her sword through his throat until his feathers are soaked in blood...

This is the story of how Cahir comes to join Geralt's company (Cahir's POV, mix of books and S1-2 of the Netflix series, spoilers for Baptism of Fire, might have spoilers for S4, Published: 2022-08-05; Completed: 2023-04-08; Words: 58,316; Chapters: 18/18)

And the first ever fic I wrote for a prompt event, the Witcher Trick or Treat 2022. I was pretty proud that I managed to use all 11 prompts in one story in the correct order of the prompts and on the precise day. It was a lot of fun to write with some humour, a little whump, a pinch of smut and a scary monster song by our favourite bard:

Creatures of the Night

While Geralt's Hanza is staying in Beauclair, the famous fall event is coming up. An event the Witcher cannot refuse to take part in, even though he does have to dress up for it. However, not everything goes as planned and the members of the Hanza are in for some surprises. Blame it on the grape punch. Or is it the bard's fault after all? (Published: 2022-10-01; Completed: 2022-11-11; Words: 22,898; Chapters: 14/14)

Another first, my very first smut fic. No idea if it's any good, but I like it - well, it's Jaskier/Mermaid 🧜‍♀️ 🌊 😅.

Shimmering Scales and Stormy Seas

This is the story of Jaskier's first time. Decide yourself if it is true or just a tall tale. (Published: 2023-05-13; Words: 800; Chapters: 1/1)

Last but not least, there is my first crack fic. The little plot bunny came to me in the middle of the night, no idea where from. I find it pretty funny:

What?!

During their stay at Beauclair Castle, Geralt's Hansa play a game of cards. It soon turns out that not all the Hansa members enjoy it equally much, although Regis claims that it is both entertaining and enlightening. At least, Angoulême is having fun. (Published: 2023-02-26; Words: 1,125; Chapters: 1/1)

Other stories are also special for the one or other reason, but, alas, it's already 5. So, this is it for today. Have fun reading!

[mayasooong]

Finished Baptism of Fire and it is definitely one of my favorite book from the series so far. Here's how I imagined Geralt's Hansa so far ❤️

[evelynkarsarov]

[fangirleaconmigo]

I Will Bring You Ruin

Prince!Jaskier x Gladiator/Bedwarmer Geralt AU. Brief explicit content.

Part 5

Jaskier flees the training session as fast as he can, attempting to hide his arousal. 

It is a shock. The prince had simply not been prepared. He knew that he found the man beautiful and magnetic. He knew that he felt intense compassion for him. But he hadn't known the extent of his carnal attraction until he had been crushed under his bulk. 

But it wasn’t simply a matter of physical contact. There was something different about the White Wolf in training today. At his match, the white haired warrior had been anguished and blood soaked. In the prince’s quarters, he had been stiff and afraid. 

But just now? In training? The warrior had been confident. He was brutally effective yet shockingly gentle. For all of his might and manhandling, he hadn’t left a single mark on Jaskier.

What’s more, he seemed like he was having fun. That was definitely the first time Jaskier had seen him having fun. Seen him tease. Seen him smirk.

Jaskier doesn’t know how anyone could see that hint of a rare smile and not want to fight for it. To preserve it. It makes Jaskier wonder what used to make the warrior smile before he came to this place. It makes him want to be the cause of more. 

Of course, his smirk had been provoked by submitting Jaskier. By humiliating him. But it hadn’t made him feel humiliated. Quite the contrary.

Just thinking about it makes Jaskier’s entire body crackle with arousal.

This is just a torrid fantasy for you.

Fuck.

No, no, no, no.

Jaskier knows Milva is anxiously waiting for him outside the coliseum, so he takes advantage of a distraction and darts past her. 

He cannot be seen in this condition. He knows he should ignore his squirming need or douse it in an ice bath. But he is weak. He closes the door to his suite and climbs into bed dirty and dusty. He shoves down his trousers, takes himself in hand, and after a few short moments, releases with a soft whine into his own fist. Naturally, the warrior’s face appears in his thoughts at the exact moment of his climax.

He will need to do this before every training, or risk actually humiliating himself.

He is changed and washed up by the time Milva pounds on his door, none too thrilled that he evaded her. She is relieved to find him whole and uninjured. She pats him down and Jaskier protests.

“I’m fine! He isn’t what they say he is.”

“I know. But he is deadly when threatened.”

“And do I look like a threat?”

She ruffles his hair. “You look like a kitten.”

Jaskier draws himself up and scowls down at his much smaller instructor. “A man kitten.”

They both dissolve into laughter.

Yennefer joins them shortly and has servants set out dinner for them in his suites. They are to take dinner privately, so they can prepare for the next day of treaty negotiations. Jaskier is determined to bring up the topic of the warrior again. The training session has galvanized him. 

This is just a fantasy for you.

He manages to half focus on his dinner. He is even attentive and curious to the briefing. He doesn’t complain when Lady Yennefer suggests that he stand and practice his full speech. She becomes suspicious and asks why he is being so agreeable. It is true. He wants her in the best mood possible when he pulls rank. He is the prince. They are his advisors. He requires their expertise. 

If he were to free the warrior, what would that look like? 

Yennefer has anticipated this question. She has the numbers ready. Using piles of chits, she shows the prince how much coin the games bring into Creyden, and how much he would have to give away to make up for it. The answer is that it would cost his kingdom everything, and he would still fall short. 

Jaskier protests. He only wants the warrior. Not the entire concept of the games.

Lady Yennefer arches an eyebrow. 

Jaskier knows exactly what he sounds like. He sounds as though pure selfishness and favoritism, rather than humanity motivates him. His cheeks grow warm with pique but he answers her silent gesture haughtily. “Just because I cannot save them all does not mean I should save none.”

Milva cut in. She says that she has been out in the streets. The posters of the White Wolf’s face plaster the buildings. Urchins are selling replicas of his swords, as well as flags with his symbol. The king’s guard has to confiscate them as they enter the coliseum and replace them with the approved flag of the realm. 

Milva explains that the warrior is so popular, that he *is* the games. Unless and until the king finds another gladiator just as popular, the math will simply not add up.

But could the king be induced by something other than money? asks Jaskier.  Surely there are bodies buried somewhere. Surely there is intelligence they can exploit. Come on, he urges them. We are creative. Resourceful. Bold. 

Yennefer explains that the games do more than bring in money. They forestall revolt. So the games do not just mean money. They mean power. The survival of his rule. There is nothing that supplants that need.

Yennefer offers an olive branch. She wants to be helpful. She says that if he marries the princess and builds influence, he can push for reforms. Reforms that will help all enslaved people. So he should stop ignoring the girl and try to make conversation.

That will take too long, he says. Jaskier knows that it is highly unlikely the warrior will survive that long. And even if he did…now that Jaskier knows how he is being treated, he cannot turn his back.

Lady Yennefer is frustrated. “With all due respect, your highness, you want too much, too quickly.”

Jaskier snaps. “With all due respect, Lady Yennefer, you underestimate me. I may be young but I'm not an idiot. I've—“

“Been groomed for this since you were born, yes you’ve said as much, your highness. But you have never once suffered. The damage you could wreak is all theoretical to you. It is all game to you.”

“Do you speak to my father this way?”

“I do. He prefers the truth. He isn't blinded by egoism.”

“It isn't egoism, it’s—“

“This isn't about you princeling.” Milva finally speaks. Her voice is soft but resolute. It freezes him. “He is suffering. He is alone. What you’re doing…offering him an escape you don’t have…it is cruel. Try to put yourself in his shoes.”

Jaskier is silent. His head is swimming. Nothing makes sense. He cannot right himself, or find a way out. And yet, they have not convinced him of anything. He is only being cruel if he fails. So he simply cannot fail. And why would he? He is resourceful. Stubborn. Creative. He will think of something. But with his belly full and exhaustion hitting him, it will not be tonight. 

“Just grant me one thing tonight, my respected and headstrong advisors.” He stands and walks around the table as he speaks.  “Find out how I can win the warrior after the next match.” He places his hands on the back of their chairs and leans in close. He speak quietly but purposefully. “If he is given to someone else…” he squeezes the backs of their chairs and the weaving squeaks, “…well. I hope you understand that I cannot be in the same castle and do nothing as he is violated. I cannot.” His voice takes on a hateful edge. “I will do something rash. I will cause ruin without a single thought. I will burn it all to ash and I will not regret it.”

They are silent. They nod. 

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes, milord. Yes, your highness.”

They sit in silence as servants enter and clear the table. After they leave, Milva stands.“Going to bed now. But I need you to know something.” She places her hand on Jaskier’s shoulder and looks carefully into his eyes. “If we do find a way to award you the warrior after the match, do not fool yourself. Do not think that if you are gently seductive,” she sneers that part, “or if you ask him what he wishes, that you are any different than they are. When a person holds your freedom and your life, there is no such thing as choice.“

It is all a bit ironic. 

Yennefer looks at the ceiling in askance, then back at Milva. “Miss Barring, he will do no such thing.”

And she is right. Somehow Lady Yennefer knows. Even if the warrior’s consent were freely given, the thought of being naked and intimate him, only to expose his own inexperience, is abjectly mortifying. But Jaskier isn’t about to explain that to his instructor. He nods mutely to mollify her. 

They leave and Jaskier throws himself on his bed. He ponders what he can do now to help the warrior at all. When something occurs to him. It isn’t much, but it’s all he’s got tonight. He rifles through the tables and desks in his room and finds a piece of parchment and a writing nib. He sits at the empty table with candles burning down, and he begins to write.

PART SIX

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I don’t know if people are still reading these drafts, but in case they are, here is another! I am not at my laptop so I can’t tag people now. I’ll do it later I promise.

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