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kiwiwinjindouche · 10 months ago

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@lapinneok sooo(rry for the tag)

[...]who are her fathers? :0

Well, more like "adoptive fathers", sorry for the confusion!! I meant Corvo/Kirin. Kirin never really adopted her in a "legal way", he just kind of took her into his mansion and they started to vibe. Don't get me wrong, Kirin is terrible at being a 'decent father figure'. I don't think he'd consider himself as such either. Moreover, Corvo and Kirin won't ever get married (at least I don't think they would?) (and she has a complicated relationship with Corvo that doesn't help) (but both still care at least a bit about her)

[...]aldina's is more of a mystery (what will she do!!! haha)[...]

Thank you!!!! (probably nothing good lol 👀) indeed!! Not even Kirin is spared from this. She knows the insides of the mansion so well now, crawling here and there like a little mouse. It became one funny playground to her! (sometimes Kirin regrets his choice to have invited her in)

ivanoe's fate is so tragic[...]

Ivanoe's really just there to die and bring trauma to them 😩 and nope, nothing horrible's planned for Marisol… For now at least (hahah jk… Unless?? Oh no, I want to add more drama to them now)

Marisol would tell him she has a kid already, and another one on the way, but not decided on a name yet. She asks Kirin if he has some ideas, if he'd like to still be part of it after all this time, and his answer's pretty clear atm: not really. He's still trying to process how he feels exactly about Corvo.

But moving on to a few days later, I thought he could reconsider this and gives her possible names? Not that he actually wants to see the kid(s) (he's still very much uncomfortable around them and such) but Corvo could have convinced him to not being a jerk for once, even more to an old friend? (please tell me if I'm going way too ooc dkdndkdnls)

Also obviously Marisol will start talking about Adrian and Corvo

New chart and we can clearly see the new ones lol: Marisol and Ivanoe are at the center! ft Dulce the cat (killed by Kirin oopsie)

As for the fic, it has been seating on my mind for more than 2 years I think? But I keep going back to it, changing things so Kirin and Corvo's relationship might be more coherent, adding some lore, reorganizing the chapters, and… Taking a huge break on it to play Baldur's Gate 3 instead. RIP. But I think it was needed, cuz I could have a fresher look at it? And as I struggle to finish it in French, I'm reminded I actually have to translate it in English next, and my soul leaves my mortal body to break down among the stars

(I have like, 3 or 4 different drafts, longer one was 57 pages on word which is one of the longest things I've ever written so far and I found things to change/add so now I'm getting afraid of myself)

(it's mostly another 'BUT WHAT IF we could bring Jindosh on the Dreadful Wale too' with my OCs saying 'hi', nothing really new I suppose but I don't want to care much about it cuz maybe the main plot isn't new but I'm bringing my ideas to it too and bruh I just want to write about them so whatever) (there're more or less 18 chapters planned) (idk if that answers your 'question'?) (also yes I'll try to add Aldina to it too, or maybe save it for another thing someday)

haiii! 8 for Aldina and 9 for anyone because im interested in general!

(also i'd like to know about Marisol and Ivanoe 👁👁)

Yippee!!! :D

Thank you for your interest!!!! <3

8. Would your OC ostensibly be able to get away with murder?

Yes. Aldina could probably talk her way out of it, or if things get worse, ask for help from her fathers.

9. Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

I can answer to that with a few of them. I have to think about this for the newer OCs (aka young Kirin's "crew", mostly).

For Vincent, I decided to go with the last line from The Sands Of Serkonos: "We'll slip onto a whaler and maybe we'll escape".

He's been in Karnaca for a few years now, and that song might be one of his favorites. I think he likes to listen to the songs people sing in the streets.

To stay with the whole 'whaler' thing, Aldina's one is simply from The Drunken Whaler: "What will we do with a drunken whaler…"

I like to think they kind of respond to each other, in some way. Also Aldina loves to creep people and to sing slow, disturbing lullabies while behind the walls, at the mansion.

Now, less lyrics and more quotes.

For Sybill, it had to be a Sherlock one, obviously, and I went with one from BBC Sherlock (which I love a lot): "What is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring."

I think it suits her and is a good sum up on which kind of person she can be!

And I've got one for Caleb (the grumpy man in the navy). It's from Niccolò Machiavelli: "It is not titles that honor men but men that honor titles."

He has a strong sense of honor and puts a lot of importance to this kind of things. If it wasn't for that one, I would probably have chose another lyric but from Honor For All.

And that's it for the asks! As for Marisol and Ivanoe!! :D

I still have to do better references for them, I only have a small sketch of their heads.

Both are from Karnaca. Ivanoe was a very kind soul, living with his mother. He was 3 years older than Kirin. He liked to take care of the stray animals, the ones even more easily forgotten by Karnaca's cruelty. Always hurt somewhere, too many lights scars on the body, taking care of the unwanted.

He really, really hated Kirin. For his lack of empathy, for that time he killed a cat out of curiosity. Why would anyone in the group let him stay? he's dangerous. But he's Adrian's little brother and the others were fine with his presence.

Unfortunately, one day, Ivanoe disappeared, only to be found by the group few days later. He's been killed by bloodflies. That left a mark on them (except for Kirin, he didn't care much, said it was his own fault).

Marisol's parents were whalers, and they died at sea. She's 4 years older than Kirin, and was in love with Adrian. Young Kirin was a tiny bit jealous, but Marisol had interesting things to say - sometimes - so m'okay you can stay with my brother I suppose? (more or less)

She's always love to draw and had an artistic soul. So, when Kirin was still in Dunwall, at the Academy, and Adrian died in the mines, she decided to leave for Morley. She wanted to stay away from Karnaca, to take a break from the city that ruined her life (Ivan's death didn't help either). She'll have a hard start, but will eventually get a renown there and finally marry another man, Octave (I've talked about him before I think!) Octave is also a very artistic one, interested by animation.

When Octave heard more about Kirin's silvergraphs, and his will to animate things too with them, he wanted to go to Karnaca and meet him, and Marisol followed him, thinking it was finally time for her to go back there and fight her demons. And so, they meet again, after all those years, and start to talk about their life, the changes, and the past.

I'm really too invested into young Kirin's life for some reasons xD Kirin was lonely, but his brother wasn't, so in my headcanons Kirin was squatting (I lack a more proper word lmao) Adrian's group mostly, because Adrian cared about him and didn't want him to stay alone and the such. And (almost) everyone was fine with it.

And I'm adding some interludes with them in my fanfic! I NEED TO FINISH THAT DAMN FANFIC

#dishonored oc #dagyne_rambles #fisjfjdkljslmdkfj #long post again #help

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dedecorus · 2 years ago

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obsessed with Corvo defeating Delilah and walking past Emily to take the throne, becoming Corvo the Black, because he's so tortured over the fact he was unable to protect his Empress AGAIN, that it's preferable for her to be trapped in stone forever at his feet than risk failing to protect her again

#dishonored #text #im quite enamoured with corvo the black #and the fucked up father/protector and lover/protector corvo has with jess and emily #which must drastically complicate his ability to do his job #and the guilt he feels when he fails #mine #dishonored 2 #corvo #corvo attano

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eskelbigbang · 3 years ago

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Eskel Big Bang 2021 Masterpost

Here are all the fics and art made this year for the Eskel Big Bang. Congratulations on the hard work, everyone!

AO3 collection || #ebb works tag || #ebb art tag || #ebb fic tag

Below the cut is a full list of all EBB works:

Uprooted (T, No Pairing, 12k) by @rachofspades, art by @drachedraws

When a nondescript notice begging for a witcher's aid catches Eskel's attention on his way back to Kaer Morhen for the winter, he finds himself drawn in by his own curiosity despite his initial reservations. Once he arrives, it quickly becomes apparent that there's something more sinister going on than typical monster attacks, and he's determined to figure out what it is. Fic || Art (1) (2)

These Clay Hands (T, Eskel/Jaskier, 4.7k) by @aalizazareth, art by @hobbart-art

Eskel is a shy pottery instructor who meets Jaskier during one of his lessons. The two hit it off. Fic || Art

The Empty Safe Job (M, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 18k) by @iboughtaplant, art by @gods-no-longer-tread-here

A team of thieves with complicated pasts take down the rich and powerful to help those that get left out from justice. Their latest job should be simple, but an unexpected adversary has Eskel confronting his past. Sometimes bad guys make the best good guys. Fic || Art

the broken vines are an open door (M, Eskel & Geralt & Yennefer, 5.2k) by @trissmarrygoals, art by @flyingyarn

Traveling through Aedirn with his newly acquired child surprise, Eskel stumbles upon a dead body - and with it, a mystery. Fic || Art

With you I'll never be alone (T, Eskel/Geralt, 5.8k) by @dat-carovieh, art by @mondfuchs

From their first meeting, through their whole long life Geralt and Eskel have always been there to comfort each other when one of them got hurt. --- Or five times Geralt and Eskel comfort each other through some kind of hurt and one time they're just comfortable. Fic || Art

Eskel Has A Good Day (G, Eskel & Wolf Witchers, 9.3k) by @gods-no-longer-tread-here, art by @phoenixandjacob

The Wolves (and bard) of Kaer Morhen go on a vacation to the coast, and have a good day. Fic || Art (1) (2)

Tu Me Manques. (T, Eskel/Jaskier, 8k) by @etcorsolus, art by @cvbeebop

In which, Eskel meets a bard who calms him. Body, mind, and soul. Story title is how the French say 'I miss you.' The more literal translation is 'You are missing from me.' Fic || Art

Little Red (M, Eskel/Lambert, 6.1k) by @miahclone, art by @llwynbleidd

Eskel helps Lambert while he's recovering from a serious injury. To distract him from the pain, Eskel tells stories of past hunts. Fic || Art

Constellations (M, Eskel/Geralt, 7.2k) by @dredshirtroberts, art by @dat-carovieh

Eskel loves Geralt but their soulmarks don't match - he'd know. They're witchers, and scars are their business. As he joins Geralt in retirement, Eskel figures whatever he can get with the other witcher will be enough. He might get a little bit more than he thought he was bargaining for, but Eskel's never passed up a good deal. Fic || Art (1) (2)

Trial By Fire (Eskel and Aza's Wild Ride) (E, Eskel/OFC, 11k) by @janzoo, art by @liaonyxrayne

When Eskel rescues his succubus acquaintance from witch hunters, their reunion becomes something more as they're drawn into the hunters' plot. What can they do against a twisted idealist and the danger he presents to witchers and non-humans? Fic || Art

Pardon Me While I Burst Into Flames (E, Eskel/Jaskier, 29k) by @ghostinthelibrarywrites, art by @wolfgeralt

When Eskel is hired to kill an incubus who ruined a noble wedding, he finds that his target is far from a bloodthirsty beast, a too-pretty court bard. Eskel spares Jaskier and they go their separate ways, with Eskel expecting never to see the incubus again. But Jaskier has other ideas. Fic || Art

I Could Eat the World Raw (E, Eskel/Jaskier, 7k) by @buttercupsanddandelions, art by @gods-no-longer-tread-here

“This is Eskel.” He pushes him slightly forward, “And he just had his conduit moment.” After becoming a mage, Eskel finds that he's been soul-bound to a little lordling. Fic || Art

Something we bury (M, Eskel/Geralt, 10k) by @heartoferebor, art by @craftgamerzz

“Where’s Eskel?” Ciri asks Geralt, frowning a little. “He went out to do more hunting and gather some potion ingredients. Should be back any moment,” Geralt reassures her. “Ah. Good.” She hesitates a little before deciding to forge right ahead with her next question. She’s asked everyone else in the keep, of course she’ll have to ask Geralt, too. “About his scars…” * Ciri wants to know where Eskel's scars came from, so she decides to ask everyone at the keep about them. Except, they all seem to have different stories... Fic || Art

Lord What Fools These Witchers Be (T, Aiden/Eskel, 21k) by @jayofolympus and @frenchkey, art by aviixrc

When Lambert brings Aiden to winter with him in Kaer Morhen, Eskel is catapulted straight into his own personal hell. It would be easier if he didn’t like the Cat. Instead, he finds himself falling head over heels for his brother’s boyfriend and trying to hide it from a pack of nosy Witchers. If only Aiden would stop flirting with him... Fic || Art (1) (2)

A Moment of Comfort (M, Eskel/OC) by @merpancake

An attack at a brothel begins with blood and carnage, but Eskel finds an unexpected peace in the arms of Cenna. As their paths continue to cross, Eskel carries that same peace within him on his journey through monsters and men. Art

Toussaint's Finest (M, Eskel/Geralt, 9.1k) by @kate-river, art by @justhereforeskel

Eskel is still roaming the Continent. But in recent years the Path has become harder and harder. Eskel has made it a habit to come by Corvo Bianco around vintage and this year's events might change a few things in his life forever. Fic || Art

Beneath the Shadow and the Soul (E, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 32k) by @vix-spes, art by @buffskierights

Eskel had the strange feeling that everything was going to change when he passed through Dol Blathanna one year on his way back to Kaer Morhen for winter. He had been passing through a town and, instead of running away from him, someone had exclaimed “You’re a Witcher,” and proceeded to sing at him. He just hadn't realised how much of an impact it would have on him. Fic || Art

Daughter of Fire (T, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 4.9k) by @kittynannygaming, art by @zmezagain

Witchers are sterile, that's a fact. No female human can bear their child. Well, the keyword here is 'human' and a succubus is very not human. And Eskel now has a sweet 7 years old daughter. Fic || Art

Break It Recklessly (E, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 22k) by @anonymousblueberry, art by @nol-nol

From teenage tearaways to successful adults, Geralt and Eskel have always been inseparable. To the extent that when Geralt accepts a wedding invite with Eskel as his plus one, there’s the assumption that they have finally sorted their shit out and got together, forcing them to keep up the facade or cause chaos for the happy couple. What follows is a crash course in emotions, dating, and working out that love can burn long and slow for a very long time. Fic || Art

The Question (M, Eskel/Istredd, 40k) by @eskelchopchop, art by @stars-in-my-damn-eyes

Eskel's in Ohio when Yennefer calls. He’s reluctant to pick up; he’s still not over Geralt, and he's got zero desire to chat with Geralt's new lover. Turns out Yen isn’t his lover anymore, and this isn’t about Geralt. It’s about witcher’s work. Yennefer owns Portal, one of New York City's most popular gay clubs. A Post-Conjunction Entity (PCE) is hunting her clientele, leaving a string of withered corpses in its wake. The police are doing jackshit. Will Eskel come back to a city full of bad memories and take a job off the books to stop it? He'll sure as hell try. Along the way, he’ll cross paths with Istredd, a man with sorcerer’s eyes and a painful past of his own. If Eskel doesn't work fast enough, they both might become the PCE's next victims. Fic || Art

Is It Cold In The Water? (E, Eskel/Jaskier, 12k) by @jennyloggins, art by @jerry-of-rivia

His horse is tied to a branch a few trees out, and that’s where Eskel heads to grab his water skein, taking a deep drink and soothe his dry throat. Patting his horse’s backside affectionately on his way past her, Eskel feigns a stern voice to say, “Zuzanna, keep watch for me.” Her tail twitches as if to swat him away. Fic || Art

Everything I Want (I Can Find in You) by @eyesofshinigami, art by @phoenixandjacob

Eskel didn't think he'd ever see Jaskier again, sure the Cat witcher was only looking for a night of fun. But then he keeps showing up, taking Eskel to bed and leaving him little presents. It takes Eskel a bit, but eventually he realizes that maybe, just maybe, Jaskier means it when he says he wants to keep him. Or Eskel doesn't think he deserves nice things and Jaskier is determined to show him otherwise. Fic || Art

One Stop Shop; Tattoo's Piercings, And Love (M, Eskel/Jaskier/Lambert, 7.4k) by @jesheckah, art by @moondrunkart

When Eskel fumbles an invitation at a party to come into his tattoo shop, Jaskier and he move towards an explosive love. How many tattoo sessions does it take for the heart to know what it wants? Fic || Art

Entanglement (and other words for a mess) (E, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 31k) by @violaceum-vitellina-viridis, art by @merpancake

Eskel has a hundred marks on his body, but a soulmark isn't one of them. Fic || Art

Beneath Each Other's Bones (E, Eskel/Geralt, 7.6k) by @pressedinthepages, art by @drachedraws

Winter at Kaer Morhen can be brutal. But Eskel and Geralt find warmth in each other in an effort to stave off the cold. Fic || Art (1) (2)

#9fe2bf on the Shore (T, Eskel/Jaskier, 4.5k) by @buffskierights, art by @phoenixandjacob

The sea roars with a vengeance, something angering the waves even as the stars shine brightly overhead in the clear night sky. If Eskel were a poet he’d say it almost sounded like a wail of mourning, the way the whitewater crashes upon the night black sand and the gathering foam, the sea frothing furiously. But Eskel’s always hated his poetry lessons so being a poet is firmly off the table. Fic || Art

lion in the wolf's den (T, Coen/Eskel, 5k) by @patchwork-doublet, art by @justhereforeskel

eskel is nervous being around ciri, afraid things will go south like they did last time. Fic || Art

Sugar Baby Blues (E, Eskel/Jaskier, 24k) by adevinecomedy, art by @pastelrune

Jaskier’s mind slipped back to a night several months ago when he was all worked up but had nowhere to go and a mountain of school work to get through. How it was just so much easier to log onto a camming website and watch someone perform seemingly just for him. The gorgeous, confident man on the other side of the screen had been so accommodating, even though Jaskier had been shy and hadn’t typed much into the chat. Modern au where Eskel is a Cam boy and runs into a bit of a financial bind. Enter Jaskier who just might be the answer to all his woes. Fic || Art

Winter Comfort (T, Eskel/Jaskier, 10k) by @myidlehand, art by @liaonyxrayne

Jaskier comes to Kaer Morhen to spend some time with Eskel, after briefly meeting him in the fall. And while both of them seem delighted to see each other again, Eskel starts to shy away from Jaskier's comments and flirting. It doesn't take a genius to see Eskel is having body image issue. Jaskier aims to help him through it. Fic || Art

The Subtle Knife (M, Eskel/Jaskier, 26k) by @major-trouble, art by @cylin-aka-ankamo

There's an assassin haunting the Continent. No one knows their name, everyone - that is, everyone in the know - calls them The Specter. If you want a rival out of the way, a political opponent disposed of, or a strategic target taken out, contacting The Specter gets the job done. For a price, of course. There's an art to subtlety, after all, and it wouldn't do to risk the attention of law enforcement. So there's no obvious cause, no knife to the back, and the deaths aren't usually remarked upon. The Kaer Morhen Agency, however, has noticed. One of their agents has been hired to protect potential victims, people scared that they've been targeted. And they have reason to worry. When Eskel's first assignment winds up dead of no discernible cause, it starts him on a search for the elusive Specter, hoping against hope to track down the assassin before they're hired again. Setting a trap for a ghost is something Witchers are used to. Setting one for a trained killer may prove beyond them. Fic || Art

No Funny Business (M, Eskel/Jaskier, 11k) by goldendaydreams, art by @nanero11

Eskel had long given up on finding his soulmate, his soulmark nothing but scar tissue from a house fire he’d survived as a child. Knowing that most people wait for their perfect someone, their destiny, didn’t stop him from falling in love with Jaskier, the nurse he met after a hunt gone wrong. Fic || Art

Stronger Than My Storm (E, Eskel/Geralt) by @rawrkinjd, art by @nol-nol

Eskel and Geralt were friends from the very beginning. They added the benefits later. It was another way to offer comfort and companionship when the rest of the world closed in around them, and Eskel was content with it for years. Until he wakes up one day and realises it’s become something more. He touches Geralt’s silver hair, wreathed in a halo of yellow sunlight, and allows himself to feel the cracks spreading through his heart. Witchers can’t love each other. It would only lead to suffering. Eskel realises he must weather the storm inside or let Geralt go forever. Fic || Art

Full of Life (T, Eskel/Jaskier, 6.3k) by @sternenstaub28, art by @llwynbleidd

When Eskel gets hired to solve the case of people disappearing in town, she didn’t know she’d find a friend and maybe even something more. or Beauty and strength don't necessarily make your life easier, a companion and love however do. Fic || Art

choices are the hinges of destiny (T, Eskel/Geralt, 7.5k) by @lutes-and-dandelions, art by @cassandrasartworld

After rescuing a fae from the clutches of death, they repay Eskel by helping him make a choice. -oOo- A story about what would have happened if Eskel had claimed his child of surprise. Fic || Art

Eskel Vs The Continent (And His Feelings) (M, No Pairing, 47k) by @chibitabathasloves, art by @zmezagain

Eskel decides he needs to leave Kaer Morhen after the fight with the Hunt. Where will it take him? And will he be able to face his feelings he desperately tries to ignore. Fic || Art

lookin' to the sky to save me (T, Eskel/Geralt, 10k) by @torynickles, art by @trissmarrygoals

Geralt slides his hand from Eskel’s shoulder to his back. And then. Then he keeps moving it, outwards, away from Eskel’s torso, where there should be nothing but air, but— “What the fuck?” he chokes, because he can still feel Geralt’s hand, sensation where there should be none. He shakes his head wildly, twisting his arm to reach for his own back. His fingers connect to something, but—it’s not his body, it can’t be his body, even though he can feel himself touching it. Because he’s made up of skin and flesh, bone and muscle, and this thing has all of those, but— It’s covered in sticky, damp feathers. Fic || Art

A Fine Night at the Faire (M, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 12k) by Elensule, art by @liaonyxrayne

Eskel has been hurt by the world and hides for refuge in his little goat farm. He's found no reason to look for love, or much of anything else. But encouragement from his brother sends him to an unfamiliar locale; the renfaire! Maybe stepping out of his comfort zone was just what he needed. Fic || Art

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havenoffandoms · 3 years ago

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The Weaker We Feel (The Harder We Lean)

Pairing: Geralt/Eskel/Lambert

Summary: Geralt both hates and loves winters at Kaer Morhen, but in recent years, the pain in his knee has only gotten worse, which seriously dampens his mood and makes winters more and more unbearable as the years go on. Sometimes, Geralt considers wintering in Corvo Bianco, or even in the City of Golden Towers with Ciri in the Emperor’s palace, where the milder winters would be kinder on his injured knee. But his family is up in the North, and Geralt will endure a few months of physical discomfort if it means spending time with his lovers and Vesemir.

Warnings: canonically disabled character, angst

Geralt both loves and hates the winters at Kaer Morhen.

He loves the peace and quiet he enjoys in the only home he truly remembers. The keep is a safe haven, a place where Geralt can just be without feeling the crushing weight of responsibility and duty on his shoulders. Kaer Morhen is where his family is, where Vesemir awaits the return of his three surviving pups with a pot of steaming stew, warmed up ale, and other treats that the witchers so rarely get to enjoy on the Path. Kaer Morhen is where Eskel and Lambert are, welcoming Geralt back home with warm embraces, desperate kisses, and tender caresses. The keep is the only place where the three witchers feel safe enough to openly show their affection for each other, away from prying eyes and judgemental comments they so often face in the world outside of Kaer Morhen. This ramshackle castle is Geralt’s home , a home he cherishes and would defend with his life if it came to it.

Kaer Morhen, for all the safety and small comforts Geralt associates the place with, does come with its drawbacks. The castle is closer to a ruin now. The place that once was inhabited by hundreds is far too big now for the four surviving wolf witchers. Returning to his dilapidated home is always bittersweet for Geralt. Kaer Morhen evokes all sorts of memories. The better ones involve Geralt and Eskel painting the castle red with their (mostly) harmless pranks, two mischievous boys who found solace in each other in this strange and foreign place. Geralt also fondly remembers other boys in his year; Aubry, Gweld and Gardis, who all bunked in the same dormitory as Eskel and Geralt. Frank occasionally joined them too, though he was quieter and usually stuck to Aubry like glue.

Some memories Geralt tries not to linger on. The trials, the sacking, the Tournament, the drills, receiving a beating in master Rennes’ office, dead boys being carried out to the funeral pyres when they failed to survive the Grasses. Those memories Geralt works so hard to repress have a way of resurfacing the second he steps foot inside the keep. Sometimes, Geralt looks up and sees Eskel staring absently in the distance, glassy-eyed and drunk on black gull, lost so far in the whirlwind of his own tormented mind that Geralt cannot hope to pull him back. Other times, Geralt catches Lambert wiping his eyes angrily with the back of his hand when he comes back from his fishing trip near the lake. Geralt recently found out that Lambert always goes on a pilgrimage to the caves north of Kaer Morhen, Old Speartip’s dwelling place before Lambert and Geralt killed him several years prior, to honour the memory of his dear friend Voltehre.

Geralt both loves and hates winters at Kaer Morhen, but the most challenging aspect for him is the cold. The biting wind and harsh winter temperatures manage to seep through every crack, hole, and fissure in the walls, lesions which are far too numerous for only four witchers to keep on top of every winter. Keeping the fires going every winter is no straightforward task. At the height of winter, the snow has a way of trapping the witchers inside and considerably complicating the task of leaving their sanctuary to gather and chop up firewood. Although Geralt has his lovers to keep him warm, even the human furnaces that are Eskel and Lambert cannot soothe the way the nerves in Geralt’s knees flare up during the winter months. Sometimes the pain is so intense that Geralt’s entire leg seizes up, making it impossible for him to get out of bed without hobbling. It’s degrading, even more so when Eskel has to support him so Geralt doesn’t faceplant the floor, or when Lambert has to carry him to the hot springs, the kitchen, or even the privy because Geralt feels lightheaded from the pain.

Geralt both hates and loves winters at Kaer Morhen, but in recent years, the pain in his knee has only gotten worse, which seriously dampens his mood and makes winters more and more unbearable as the years go on. Sometimes, Geralt considers wintering in Corvo Bianco, or even in the City of Golden Towers with Ciri in the Emperor’s palace, where the milder winters would be kinder on his injured knee. But his family is up in the North, and Geralt will endure a few months of physical discomfort if it means spending time with his lovers and Vesemir.

Continue reading on Ao3.

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longing-and-heartache-and-lust · 4 years ago

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Prompt: Going to a Fair Relationships (romantic/platonic/etc): Geralt/Jaskier Rating: Teen Audiences And Up Content Warnings: None Summary: A beautiful thing about Toussaint is the fairs and masquerades the dutchess holds every now and then. And the big canopy beds. Oh, those are the best part.

[This one turned out to a little all over the place but I still really enjoyed writing it. Hope you’ll enjoy it too, my darlings.]

@sugar-and-spice-witcher-bingo

Crossposted on ao3 here

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"Geralt, my love, you look wonderful, stop being so hard on yourself," Jaskier says, wrapping his arms around the witcher's waist and hugging him from the back, locking eyes with him through the mirror.

Geralt doesn't really share the bard's enthusiasm. He's used to his armour, to thick black leather with only a few elements of silver, and that is what feels natural, what feels right.

A dark-crimson - almost wine-red, really - doublet with intricate embroidery in gold thread does not.

He knows that he'd agreed to this himself, knows that Jaskier had told him that if he doesn't want to go, he won't get upset with him and just go with Barnabas-Basil or one of his friends. But Geralt always went out of his way to make his husband happy.

So, naturally, when Jaskier told him that there's going to be a masquerade and a fair in Beauclair, he couldn't say no.

"The dutchess herself is said to be there," Jaskier murmurs against his neck, smiling encouragingly. "I'm sure she will be delighted to see you. After all, we were personally invited, weren't we?"

"Isn't the whole point of a masquerade is for the participants not to recognise each other?" Geralt tries, weakly.

"Oh, don't be like that," Jaskier huffs, waving a hand dissmissingly. "It's going to be fun, I promise. Besides, isn't Regis going to be there?"

That's true, Geralt supposes. Regis is going to be there, which makes the event slightly more bearable. It's always nice to talk to an old friend.

"He is," he hums, adjusting the collar od his shirt. "Going to keep me company when you run off to flirt with the next pretty little thing you see."

Jaskier just laughs at that, circling Geralt to stand in front of him and take his face into his hands, getting a stray strand of silver out of his eyes.

"You know that never leads to anything," he smiles, leaning in to touch the witcher's dry lips with his own. "I can innocently flirt with everyone I see but it's only you I love, my darling. And only you I want."

Geralt does know that. He's not even jealous, never doubting Jaskier's faithfulness but missing an opportunity to tease would've been a waste.

"I know," he finally says, stealing another kiss. "And yet, if the dutchess herself is going to be there... She's got an eye for you, you know. Would be terribly rude of you to turn down such an important woman."

Jaskier snickers and shakes his head, eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Then it's a good thing that she's not going to recognise me."

When they arrive, the event is already in full swing.

Jaskier's eyes light up at the music that flows through the garden and the way he squeezes Geralt's hand suddenly makes the entire thing worth it in the witcher's mind.

Jaskier looks breathtaking in his dark-blue silk suit, the silver mask hiding just enough of his face for it to be almost impossible to recognise him yet leaving enough open for Geralt to still have the option of pulling his close and kissing him. in the witcher's mind, it couldn't be more perfect.

"May I hear the password?" asks one of the guards at the gates, his own face hidden behind a mask with a long beak.

"Waterlilies," Jaskier says, repeating what's been written in their invitations.

The guard nods and gestures to the doors.

"If you'll be so kind as to follow me," he says. "Our most generous dutchess Anna Henrietta has arranged a room for you so that you don't have to make a long journey back home at night."

There is nothing about Jaskier's expression - half-hidden by the mask - that gives away his delight but Geralt knows him well enough to be able to smell it on him. Jaskier is, after all, of a noble family, a court man, and Geralt knows just how much he loves it when he's treated like one, even though most of the time he happily trades it for the life on the Path.

Corvo Bianco, it seemed, was the perfect middle ground.

They follow the guard through the garden and into a big, richly decorated estate with stained-glass windows and luscious flowers hanging in big round pots. The guard takes them to the upper floor, opens the door with a key and gestures for Geralt and Jaskier to step inside and make themselves comfortable.

"If there shall be anything you need, the servants are on the ground floor, you need only call," he says, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves and handing Jaskier the key. "Enjoy your night, gentleman."

With that, he bows and leaves, leaving Jaskier and Geralt alone in the room.

"Oh, this reminds me of home," Jaskier sighs, a smile on his lips as he falls onto a truly enormous canopy bed covered with red velvet.

"Of home?" Geralt echoes, almost feeling out of place in such a rich interior.

"Well, you know, my childhood home," Jaskier says, propping himself up on both elbows. "I have to be honest with you, Geralt, I miss all of this from time to time."

The witcher comes closer, sits on the edge of the bed, runs his hand over the velvet and sighs, content. It does feel nice.

"Do you think we could get a bed like this for the vineyard?" Jaskier asks, pushing him down onto his back and lying down next to him, finding Geralt's hand and bringing it up to his lips to press a kiss to the knuckles. "It's not only amazing to sleep in but also-" his eyes light up behind his mask, and Geralt knows a little too well what that means. "Look at those poles, my love. I could let you tie my wrists to them if you were to wish for it."

Oh, that sounds tempting.

"Hmm," Geralt hums, non-commital. "Sounds intriguing. Though I might need to try first and then decide. After all, finding this kind of bed is not easy."

It takes Jaskier a second to understand what exactly it is that Geralt is saying but then he gasps in mock offence and shoves him in the shoulder with no real force.

"Preposterous!" he gasps, a hand over his heart. "This is the dutchess' cousin's summer residence, and this is, I'm more than sure, the best guest bedroom. Anarietta herself might be sleeping in this bed while visiting."

"Yes," Geralt says simply, knowing that all of that only adds to Jaskier's interest. "And tonight this bed is ours."

Before that conversation can take them anywhere, Jaskier demands they go back to the garden.

Geralt doesn't object, just follows the bard down the stairs and helps him adjust his doublet before they step out the door. He feels just a little strange with his hair done up in a complicated bun but then again, Jaskier told him that it will help the witcher be even less recognisable, and there was never anything that Geralt could deny him.

The disguise was, it seemed, working effectively for they've almost bumped into Anarietta - Geralt recognised her by smell - when passing the gates again but she didn't notice them. Or, at least, she didn't come up to them, to Geralt's immeasurable relief. He'd only ever said it to Jaskier but the dutchess was getting on his nerves and if he could avoid her, he gladly did just that.

"There's a Gwent tournament somewhere in the north side of the garden, as far as I'm aware," Jaskier says, making a non-descriptive gesture in the general direction, as they walk past a table with all sorts of baked sweets. "If you're interested."

Even with Jaskier, Geralt feels somewhat out of place at an event like this. And a few rounds of Gwent sound like a perfect way to forget about it.

"Sounds tempting," he says, reaching to brush his fingers over Jaskier's and take his hand into his own. He's still getting used to it. "Though you know I prefer to play with you."

Jaskier rolls his eyes in fond exasperation.

"That's because every time we play, you insist that we play strip Gwent, knowing perfectly that you're a better player than me," he chuckles. "Honestly, Geralt, all you need to do for me to undress is ask."

"I know," the witcher grins, pulling Jaskier closer to shamelessly press a kiss to his cheek. "But where's the fun in that?"

He plays a few rounds without Jaskier, winning effortlessly every time while the bard is making new acquaintances by the wine vault where there are multiple tables with all the best blends of reds and whites.

Geralt can't see him but he can hear him, Jaskier's voice soft and beautiful as he tells a group of young women stories about Skellige. They all gasp almost in unison when the bard tells them about that one time when they've been travelling between the islands on a boat and nearly drowned when a pack of sirens toppled it over.

Geralt chuckles to himself, knowing perfect that they were never in any real danger for it was near the coast of And Skellig and if anything happened, fishermen or sailors would've picked them up almost immediately.

Jaskier refers to him as "my husband", not giving away any names, including his own, and every time the witcher hears that, a little piece of his heart seems to melt. It's been more than five years since they've gotten married but in a way, Geralt is still not used to it.

When the time is moving towards late evening, Jaskier joins him at the table, nodding a greeting to Geralt's opponent and leaning down to brush his lips over the witcher's cheek.

"Winning, my love?" he asks, blushing just a little when Geralt pulls him into his lap.

"As usual," he grins, to great displeasure to the man across the table.

Jaskier murmurs something content, throwing his arms around Geralt's neck and sneaking a look at his cards. Geralt tries to hide them from him but the bard scratches his shoulder through the doublet and that's all it really takes for the witcher to give up and let him see.

Geralt's a long-time player and his deck is pretty much as good as it gets, nearly every gold card there is being in his possession but it's the final round and Geralt's opponent's got four cards in hand while as the wither only ahs three. By now it mostly depends on luck. But Jaskier might just know a way to get it onto their side.

"Win this round for me," he murmurs into Geralt's ear, quiet enough only for him to hear. "And I'll think about what you said back in the bedroom."

Geralt's golden eyes light up with a flame that Jaskier knows well enough to know that his words have been effective.

It all goes very fast from there. Though Geralt's only got one gold card in hand, it's a Cirilla card which has the power of fifteen and that is what ends up getting him the win, when the man across the table, with his overall score of sixteen, throws a water card onto the table, making both of Geralt's archers drop from four to one.

He wins by just one point, but he wins.

Jaskier can feel his heart flutter with anticipation as Geralt grins at his opponent, reaching over the table to get the coin they've put up. It's a rather impressive amount. The other player must be a count or something like that.

He's clearly not too happy about losing his gold but he takes it as a good player, standing up and shaking Geralt's hand with a congratulation. Then, he wishes them both a pleasant evening and leaves, waving to someone by the fountain.

"I won," Geralt states, still grinning and oh so pleased with himself. "What was it that you said, bard? If I win, what is it that you're going to think about?"

Jaskier laughs and pulls him into an affectionate kiss, one hand coming up to cup the sharp of the witcher's jaw.

"You just wait until we're back in the bedroom, my dearest."

It's closer to midnight when they finally find Regis.

Or, rather, when Regis finds them.

"Fascinating how people always seem to want to disguise themselves," he says instead of a greeting, appearing out of nowhere, just like he always does. "And how they seem more attracted to each other when they don't know who is hiding behind the mask."

He's got a full-black velvet suit on, adorned with raven feathers, and a matching mask that hides most of his face. If it wasn't for his voice, Jaskier would've never recognised him.

"Mystery is always thrilling," the bard smiles, taking a sip of his Est-Est. "There's something irresistibly captivating about a man in a mask. A woman, too, of course, but women are mysterious creatures in general."

Regis nods knowingly and also raises his wineglass.

"Yes, women are... A mystery no man will ever solve."

They all fall silent for a couple of moments, and even though Jaskier knows that Geralt is thinking about Yennefer, there is no more pain. There hasn't been, for years now.

It took them a long time to figure it all out, to talk everything over, and though it would come with tears what seemed like every time, eventually, it was all over. And it brought them so close that if Jaskier had to go through all of that again twice, he would.

"Well, my dearest friends," Regis finally says, breaking the silence. "I've heard that there are prize-winning games starting at midnight, would you care to join me in testing my luck?"

Regis turns out to be a rather talented fisherman.

That is, given that what he's fishing for is a gold ring with a bright-red ruby in the centre - one of the three main possible prizes in the game.

The other players look at him with both jealousy and fascination, loud applause echoing through the garden.

Regis looks very pleased with himself - as much as Jaskier can tell, keeping the mask in mind - but it's only when they leave the deck of the pond that he asks for Jaskier's hand and places the ring into his palm.

"Beautiful work," he says, closing Jaskier's hand around the ring before he has the chance to refuse. "But it just so happens that gold suits you better, my friend."

"Regis-" Jaskier breathes out. "I cannot accept this. You've won it, it's yours."

Regis smiles - one of those tight-lipped smiles of his that doesn't show his teeth.

"I'm afraid I must insist," he says. "If it puts your mind at ease, I don't wear jewellery at all. It gets in the way of making my medications."

"Of making your moonshine, you meant to say," Geralt chuckles teasingly.

"The most effective out of all of my elixirs, my friend."

Jaskier knows said elixir a little too well and shakes his head with a fond smile, opening his hand to examine the ring closer.

"Thank you, Regis," he smiles. "I shall treasure this gift forever."

Geralt refrains from any other games, saying that he's very happy with his winnings from Gwent and doesn't want to push his luck any further.

Jaskier, however, overhears that there is a bardic competition about to start and he nearly runs, having grabbed Geralt by the hand. They get there just in time for him to take one on the last remaining places.

All of the participants are given their preferred instruments and are told to improvise for three and a half minutes. Whoever comes up with the best song and gets the loudest applause, shall win five long ribbons of the finest Toussaint silk that the winner can then take to a seamstress and get their clothes adorned. Jaskier's eyes shine like the stars above when he sees the royal-blue ribbon.

Geralt and Regis take their places in the audience, the witcher secretly worried, and try their absolute best at hyping Jaskier up by rolling their eyes at the other participant's songs to indicate just how non-impressive all of those attempts are.

Jaskier smiles at them from behind his mask and giggles when Regis implies that he's so bored by one of the songs that he's about to turn into smoke and disappear.

When it comes to Jaskier's turn, the bard adjusts the collar of his doublet and the cuffs of his sleeves, stands up because he hates to perform sitting down, runs his fingers over the lute strings and takes his first note, practised and beautiful, as always.

He sings about two people meeting at a masquerade and falling on love with each other immediately. Sings about them kissing in the dark alleyways of the garden and promising each other the stars. And sings about them not recognising each other when they cross paths the next morning while also searching for one another. They part, having nearly touched hands at the gates, to always look for each other, aching with love, but never meet again.

By the time Jaskier touches the strings one last time, half the audience is wiping at their eyes, including Regis.

It's an immediate win and Jaskier shines with it when the judge hands him his silk ribbons and compliments both his singing and his lyrics.

"Such a beautiful story," Regis says when Jaskier joins them. "Tragic romance is never going to get old."

Geralt can almost smell Jaskier's blush.

"Thank you, my dearest," he smiles, only a little coy. "I'm going to make sure to write more pieces like this."

When they part, it's nearly dawn.

Most of the games and shows are over, the tables with food and wine nearly empty, and all the guests start slowly making their way home.

Jaskier isn't necessarily tired but he's grateful to all the gods he knows that there is no need to ride back to Corvo Bianco.

When they're saying their goodbyes, Geralt invites Regis to come visit them for a day or two - or even a week, he says - and Regis, in turn, suggest they come visit him at his crypt. Jaskier realises that they've knows each other for so long now that it doesn't even sound strange to him.

Nearly all the guests are already gone when they get back to their room.

"Remind me to send a note to the dutchess to express our gratitude for being so considerate," Jaskier says, shrugging off his doublet and rolling his sore shoulders.

Geralt just hums, non-commital.

"That song you've played," he says, letting his hair down which is a gorgeous sight to see. "Had it really been an improvised one?"

Jaskier blushes under the gaze of his golden eyes, untying the laces of his mask. Geralt's always read him like an open book.

"No," he admits, averting his eyes when the witcher comes closer. "I've composed it a few weeks ago, when we've just gotten the invitations."

"Hmm," Geralt hums again, his half-grin making Jaskier's heart stutter for what seems like the millionth time. "Thought of me?"

The bard blushes even further, grateful the dim light of the fireplace is making it less apparent.

"Always think of you," he says, leaning into the touch when Geralt hugs him from the back and noses at his neck.

Geralt breathes a pleased noise against his neck, low and rumbling, knowing a little too well just how much of a weakness it is for the bard.

"Of course you do," he murmurs, undoing the buttons of Jaskier's shirt one by one without looking and leaving long hot kisses on his neck.

Jaskier lets out a shaky breath, throwing his head onto Geralt's shoulder and just forgetting about everything else for a few long moments before the witcher slips the shirt from his own shoulders to take it off, and he has to put the silk ribbons he's still holding down. They're all incredibly beautiful, they really are but as he sets them down onto a small round table, it's a pale-lilac one that catches his eye.

"What are you going to do with them?" Geralt enquires, letting the fabric of Jaskier's shirt fall to their feet and trailing his kisses down, onto his shoulders. "Order a new doublet from the court seamstress? Or change up one of those that you already have?"

Jaskier picks the lilac ribbon up, unties the bow that's keeping it folded, wraps it around his wrist once, twice, and pulls to see how it feels. The silk is pleasantly cool against his skin.

He bites his lips and turns around in Geralt's arms to lock eyes with him and run his hand through his hair.

"I might have a better idea."

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bronanlynch · 4 years ago

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(bi)weekly media update

apparently I just. do these every two weeks now huh. sorry to the tuesday again no problem extended universe crew for being unable to keep to a consistent schedule

listening: Curses by The Crane Wives, a band that I just started listening to but I like their sound, nice and fun and folksy, lots of songs with ominous lyrics that are good on fanmixes

youtube

honorary mention to the new Lil Nas X song because we are all love the new Lil Nas X song, it’s a bop, it’s been stuck in my head on and off ever since I heard it, and I am not immune to sexily blasphemous music videos

reading: finished Smoke & Ashes, the most recent book in the Kate Kane series that I talked about last week, and I enjoyed it a lot but there sure is a cliffhanger and afaik no set release date for the next one. it’s pretty angsty but does have lots of nice moments of hope, and some discussion about recovering from both depression and alcoholism that I appreciated.

also read more romance novels, and I appreciate that Cat Sebastian, like KJ Charles, knows how to write about rich characters while making it incredibly clear that hoarding wealth is morally indefensible. it’s like the “wow, cool robot” thing where I want to be told that I’m right for disliking capitalism/imperialism/the military industrial complex, but also I do very much want you to show me the cool robot (hot rich prettyboy in nice clothes)

also finally started Harrow the Ninth today, so I’m sure I’ll have more to say about that next time

watching: speaking of “wow, cool robot,” watched a little bit more Turn A Gundam, which sure does have some cool robots. also some gender. the main character crossdresses to like, hide their identity for fun complicated spy reasons and it’s not treated as a joke or anything? it’s just a thing that they do? and no one comments on it beyond when they were like “hey you have to wear a dress to this event because the people from the moon think our mech pilot is a woman and they can’t know it’s actually you because they still think you’re working for them”

absolutely hate that the guy on the right is just wearing a normal boring suit though like. c’mon man

Zan and I have been watching The Falcon and the Winter Soldier aka the sambucky show each week and my review so far is. well it’s about what I expected. the first episode was incredibly slow and kinda disappointing (Sam and Bucky never interact! the fact that Bucky might maybe miss Steve is never brought up, not even by his therapist, who tbh gives me incredibly bad vibes! if my best friend and the only person I knew from my past fucked off and left me alone to deal with my trauma in favor of ruining the life of a woman who’d moved on from him, I’d be pissed!) (for the sake of not being angry all the time I pretend Steve died instead of did That).

the second episode was more fun, more happens, there’s some incredibly heavy-handed corporate queerbaiting mixed in with some actually nice emotional moments (this article and this thread by the same person have a pretty good summary of All That). the handling of race, uh, could be better tbh. I appreciate what they’re going for, and to be fair the whole show isn’t out yet so it could get better (since some of the problems are tied to, y’know, the overall political problems, i.e. the fact that the villains are a group of people, led by a Black woman, who hate borders and illegally deliver medication to refugees which is somehow a bad thing, I kind of doubt it). but there is something about the way they’re making a Black man the mouthpiece of American imperialism, and the way that the new (white) Captain America who takes the shield when Sam doesn’t want it has a Black girlfriend and a Black best friend who, so far, have mostly just given him motivational pep talks, that doesn’t really inspire confidence. (this article and thread are a good overview of that aspect of the show)

also, I think it’s very funny when people are like “well you can’t say anything about the show yet, only two episodes are out” like. first of all lads it’s a six episode show, a third of the content is a decent chunk to use to form an analytical opinion, and second of all, if something strikes you as Not Great, you’re allowed to feel that way and say that, you don’t have to wait to see if there might be some twist or context that makes the thing you didn’t care for great and fine, actually,

that being said,

(when we watched the first episode, the immediate next thing we did was watch Winter Soldier and I was pleasantly surprised how well it holds up. not perfect obvi but still a solid movie, and the music does fuck)

also watched this very neat little video essay on Victoriana costuming and like, why so much media is set in the Victorian era, and started the c-drama Word of Honor which I’m sure will either be in a future post or just. something I start blogging about normally

playing: the weekend before last was the Beam Saber season finale, which I’ve already posted about quite a bit because it was fun and I love to play games with my friends. played a very fun game of Things, Eldritch and Terrifying by S. Gates this past weekend. it’s a very fun game, with very easy-to-follow rules and lots of helpful adjectives and scene starters, and also just conceptual it slaps (one person is an eldritch terror, the other person is the human that they’re courting. there’s a variant where you play as a vampire. it slaps). we made it uh, more of a rom-com than a horror story but I had a very good time, we told a very cute love story, and we’re gonna try again to make it more horror-y next time.

also I finally started Brigmore Witches and it’s very good and fun. my one complaint is that I want the Whalers to have names, because I enjoy the bit at the beginning where you can eavesdrop on them and some of them are concerned for you and some of them are fucked up about the Overseers invading their home and some of them want to fucking betray you. also, I didn’t realize that the very beginning when you fight Corvo is a dream sequence so I spent the whole fight being like “wait why does he get a gun and I don’t, where are my powers, wait aren’t I supposed to lose this fight for Plot Reasons why is he dead.” also, fucking love the favor that lets you dress up as an Overseer to get into the prison. I do love a good disguise mission

making: citrus chicken (from a cookbook so no link), plus some citrus-y root vegetables. very good if you like orange.

writing: nothing I can share yet for ~zine reasons. yes I have several fandom event weeks coming up that I want to participate in, no I haven’t written anything for any of them yet

#dreaming.txt #pictures of food below the read more

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implexedactions · 4 years ago

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I will protect you

You are a citizen of Dunwall, under the reign of Corvo Attano, the ruthless emperor. He lost everyone who mattered to him, and turned cold as a result. What happens when he stumbles upon you?

(A/N): Just played through the first game recently, and now I'm in love with the game (and also Corvo). I watched someone play through the 2nd game AGES ago and read about the Emperor Corvo ending and got very excited, so I wrote this! This does feature kidnapping, although nothing sexual happens, but the non-con tag didn't feel right, so this is just a warning if you're not one for possessive behaviour, protectiveness or things like that.

If there is a Tag/Content Warning I forgot to add, PLEASE tell me!

Find me and the fic on Ao3

It was a dark, stormy night in Dunwall. The city was in ruins, which seemed to be the status quo. You were scavenging a ruined building, close to the royal district. You could hear music and party coming from inside. You envied them, a lot. As a child you always imagined being in the royal district, living the life of a noble person. Emily was a kind and wise ruler then, after Corvo had silently and mercifully changed the course of history, Dunwall grew brighter every day.

Then a usurper almost killed Emily, and something within Corvo broke. He ruthlessly killed everyone, civilian or enemy alike, on his way back to the throne. He didn’t even free Emily, saying that, at least when she was in stone, he could always protect her. Almost losing everything for a second time really changes a person, you guessed. He became the new emperor of Dunwall and a dark age settled upon the land. The city was falling down around him, with brute force and dark power replacing the subtle and wise ways of Emily.

He was renowned for retaking the throne for Emily after her mother’s death with not a drop of blood spilled on either side. In retaking the throne a second time, it appeared as if he was trying to make up for lost time, the blood of civilians, guards, and nobles, all spilt through the land. It wasn’t even that bad in Dunwall, Karnaca had been thrown into disarray and was essentially a ghost town.

You realised it was probably late, and decided to just walk home, leaving the shell of the house to wither away another day. The storm raged as you walked home, staring up at the walls to the throne room. You failed to notice the man staring down at you.

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The next morning, you awoke to your slum-like apartment. With Corvo in charge, the nobles were all thrown out, so basically everyone was living in cold, dreary, apartments. The sense of karma from seeing nobles starve to death did little to help your disposition though. You moved around the apartment, eating a meagre breakfast, before closing the window that blew open during the storm while you were sleeping. Emerging onto the damp street, you walked to the market stalls, hoping to sell or barter the stolen goods you collected the previous night.

The marketplace was busy, even the now passed storm hadn’t dissuaded many people from coming. Then someone called out to you. A man wearing an almost skull like mechanical mask walked up to you. It seemed familiar but you couldn’t place a finger on it.

“You have a gold pendant? Stole it from that blue apartment near the royal district, 3rd floor, bedroom, red jewel in the centre? 10pm yesterday?” he said, bluntly

“So what if I do?” you responded, cautious of anyone who knew your exact movements. He was correct of course, but you didn’t need him knowing that.

“200 gold”

You gasped, 200 gold was more than you expected, you could eat well for weeks with that much. Safety be damned, you needed that money!

“Deal, thank you so much! You have no idea what this means to me”

“Oh, I think I do, my little jewel” he said handing you the money, his hand lingering in yours before he stepped back into the madness of the street, gone from your sight.

With the rather rich creep gone, you bought a few rations from the stalls then walked home. Fingers on the money in your pocket constantly, determined to not lose it.

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The window was open again. That was the first thing you noticed as you walked in. You put the money in your safe, then walked over, cautious to inspect it. The lock was forced open, that much was clear, there were signs of someone trying to get in.

You froze, the window was open, if someone was trying to get in, then they HAD gotten-

Suddenly, two hands grabbed you from behind, and as if aided by magic, you passed out almost instantly.

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You awoke to chains around your ankles and wrists. A noble room, with a roaring fire across from the room. It seemed to have a double bed, with a large window behind it. It was night, and there were large shadows being cast by the fire. Crawling as far as you could to the window, you looked outside. There was a new storm raging outside, so visibility was low. You were high up however, very high up.

“Hello! Is anyone there? Help!” you shouted

No one replied. You walked as far as your chains allowed. Which wasn’t very far, there wasn’t anything within your reach. Above the fire was a very large painting of Corvo Attano. Honestly, you hated him at this rate. If he didn’t go on that bloody rampage in Karnaca, things could’ve been so much better for Dunwall. If Emily was queen again things would be so much better

“Fucking bastard…” you say to the painting.

“Now that’s not a nice way to speak to your kind host, is it?”

Your blood ran cold. That reply could only mean one thing, you weren’t an idiot. You turned to the shadowy corner where Corvo Attano stood, seemingly invisible unless you knew he was there, like you unfortunately did.

He stepped out of the corner and walked over to you.

“What do you want with me?!”

“Oh a lot of things, all of them good. Right now just one thing, your hand in marriage” he said, like it wasn’t the weirdest request imaginable

“What?! No? Of course not! Are you an idiot?” you screamed in response, trying to get as far away from him as possible.

“Oh, it wasn’t really a question, more a statement. You see, since I am the emperor, the abbey will basically do whatever I like, including allowing the forced marriage of two people…” he trailed off.

“If it makes you feel better, my sweet jewel, you’ll have the best life. The nicest things in the empire, every whim catered to, people will have to obey you”, he continued sweetly, “otherwise they’d have to answer to me, and not many people stand up to me and live” he said with a sudden change in tone, the threat in the air apparent as all hell.

“Why me?”

“Well, your fine looks are part of your charm, of course. But your kindness is the main reason. When I was on the run, helping Emily to retake the throne, I got trapped by those guards near the estate district. You helped me, remember? You looked at me hiding, about to be found by the guards, then ran up and told them you saw a weeper attacking one of their hounds. They ran off, determined to save the bloodthirsty hound. You saved me, and at the time, I was merely grateful, it was just another reason of why I should save and protect this accursed city.”

“You see, the empress was always so kind, it was the reason I fell in love with her. And one of the many reasons I tried to encourage the trait in Emily. I was so naïve then, thinking kindness and compassion could win out. Then Delilah Copperspoon happened, and I had to face reality”. He paused and looked away.

“Everyone I love would be ripped away from me. It was just a fact. My kindness only let others kill those I loved. My desire for a less chaotic world forced me away from the empress for the six months that led to her being killed. And then Emily…”

He starts choking up a bit, and you’re taken aback. The evil emperor Corvo has a heart…well a twisted one admittedly. You ARE currently being kidnapped, and he’s done horrible things to the empire. It’s not really an excuse.

“Emily was still so…. I had to leave her in the stone, it was the only way I could protect her, by becoming as ruthless as I needed to”

You prod a bit. “Couldn’t you free her from the stone, it's not like she’s gone forever. Things can still go back to normal, right?”

His fist slams into the wall as he stares at you with fire in his eyes.

“NO! Things can never go back to normal! The world is cruel and unkind, and it will only keep taking from those who find themselves caught in its sights! This is the only way I can protect her!”

You back yourself into a corner, huddling and hoping he doesn’t hurt you.

“But when I saw you the other day, I was reminded of your act of kindness. I wanted to help you, to protect you. I broke into your house that night, while you slept to figure out how to best help you. I only meant to help you, that was all it was at first. As I stared at you while you slept, well, I couldn’t help but wonder if you could eventually warm up to me…”

“But then after I gave you that money, at the markets? That was me by the way. A man saw, and he tried to follow you with a knife… I stopped him, of course, his body now litters the sidewalk. But it showed me that you wouldn’t be safe out there, I couldn’t just help you by giving you gold and gifts. I HAD to protect you, to save you from the storm the world had become. And from there I think you can guess what happened.”

You stare at him, shocked at the events unfolding in front of you. You try to reason with him

“Please, I’ll give the money back, just let me go! I don’t want this!”

“Oh my sweet jewel, I don’t care what you think, really. I know how the world is, and I know I must protect you above everything else. When it comes down to it, my desire to protect you overrides your feelings about the matter. It is safe in here, where I can protect you. It is not safe out there, where I cannot protect you. It’s not that complicated of an idea.”

“But, surely the empress wouldn’t want you to kidnap-”

He suddenly appears by your side, a knife against your throat.

“If you value your life, you will never speak of her again. She was- is important to me, she did so much for me and the empire only for the empire to double-cross her. I made the mistake of being forgiving once, and after Emily, I vowed to never make that same mistake again. I have powers far beyond your comprehension, jewel, it would be unwise to cross me. I adore you, but that will only get you so far”

You try not to move, his sudden teleporting across the room was shocking. It was like he froze time.

“Okay, I won’t mention…her again, okay? Just, get that knife away from my neck, please?”

“Of course, my jewel. Now, I can’t trust you right away, as explained by the chains. But I swear they are a temporary measure if you behave. I have to go meet with, and then kill, some nobles requesting aid, okay? But I’ll be back in an hour. Okay, my sweet jewel? I will protect you, that is my promise”

#corvo attano #yandere corvo attano #reader insert #gender-neutral reader #possessive behavior #protective behaviour #yandere #dishonored #dishonored 2 #kidnapping #corvo the black #emperor corvo the black #implexedactions #Long Fic #ImplexedWriting

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sorrelchestnut · 4 years ago

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Light a Candle 3/3 (Dishonored, gen)

Fandom: Dishonored (Video Games) Relationships: Corvo Attano & Billie Lurk Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, post-DH2, post-The Peeress and the Price, Tired Corvo Attano, i love that that's a tag, Royal Spymaster Corvo Attano, Danger Twins Powers Activate, Emily and Daud have style but Corvo and Billie are EFFICIENT, yes this does involve some Return of Daud canon, self-care is taking the good bits and leaving the rest for the rats, Guilt and Regret, Complicated Family Feels Word Count: 7,218 (this part) 18,322 (fic)

Summary: It's better to light a candle than to curse the darkness.

Two months into her search for the closest thing she has to family, Billie finds assistance from a most unexpected quarter. The Royal Protector has business of his own with Daud, and he's willing to work with Jessamine's killer in order to see it settled. Two formerly-sorcerous assassins, a dozen of the best fighters Karnaca's underground can offer, and one target: the Knife of Dunwall, the man who changed both their lives forever.

One thing's for sure: it's going to be a night to remember.

Link to AO3.

#dishonored #billie lurk #corvo attano #daud #fic

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zahra-kha · 4 years ago

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Dear Diary 9

[The sound of running water ceases in the otherwise quiet apartment. Behind the red curtain fabric rustles and a soft sigh of relief can be heard. Bare feet pad against wood flooring and then the curtain is pulled back, revealing Zahra in little more than silver thin silk shorts and a towel draped lazily around her neck. Her short hair is still damp, small water droplets trickling down occasionally onto the crimson fabric that was giving her some semblance of modesty.

In the low light of her little abode, her sharp gaze shifted over toward her living space. In particular the glittering clusters sitting in the corner of her seating area. With another sigh she raked her hand through her damp tresses, steps feather light as she quickly closed the distance and flopped down onto the floor. Her dairy laid before her and she reached out, but not before flexing her fingers with a little wince. Inspecting her hand, the blisters now stood out clear as day along her palm now that the dirt and grime had been washed away. She leaned back and reached over for the book and a sharpened piece of charcoal.]

It’s been a long time since I’ve been mining. It took an entire week but I finally finished the last bit of it all.

When I was younger, I’d go out with my dad to the mines. The Kouris family have been miners for generations, but it’s a bit complicated. They originally came from Corvos and bought land and a noble title...somewhere along the way they lost the title and most of the land. When dad started taking over, that changed. He regained the title and all the land. He’s made the house what it is today, and while I never really wanted to be a miner, and I wasn’t good at appraising, he taught me a lot - the little bit I wanted to learn. He also expanded the business, so we have several jewelry stores now.

I’m so rusty - but I feel some gifts are more meaningful when you have a hand in them. I may have gotten carried away, I dug around for something for Tamala too. I was even able to get something for the team captains, Tala and Vin.

These stones need appraising, I have to take them to the goldsmith, but I know what I want. A tourmaline pendant for Jasper - tourmaline is a grounding stone. It’s also good for relieving stress, and I feel he needs that haha. Rose quartz for Tamala, it’s a stone of peace and healing - and it symbolizes all forms of love and friendship. I think they’d make good earrings. Sunstone for Tala, in a bracelet - it dispels negativity, fear, and it radiates health, happiness, and good fortune. Maybe it’ll keep those weird cultists off of her. For Vin, I managed to find some fluorite. It’s good for the tech savvy, it increases self-confidence, concentration, and decreases stress. I’m going to have it shaped as a brooch.

Hey, my dad talked a lot about this stuff, okay? Plus, I was really curious. You’d be surprised, gems and minerals do more than just look pretty!

I may have also went to Kugane after the game and walked around the shops a bit. I picked up some things.

Anyway! That was so exhausting but worth it. Since arriving in Eorzea I’ve met so many amazing people and they’ve done so much for me. I can’t give back nearly as much as I’d like so at the very least I can do this.

I’ve also finished the final preparations on my outfits for the performances. Fitaan helped me, it’s been a while since he’s been able to since I’ve been in and out of the encampment.

I also went on a leve for the first time. I admit I don’t know much about leves, I’ve mostly just snagged whatever quest listings were up and ran with them. It was a weird one though, I followed some rumors about a weird leve and ended up in an area I’ve never been too. Almost got lost, trying to find it, too!

There are ruins back home, but Eorzea is weirdly...saturated. Is that a good word to use? It’s hard to explain how I see the world when no one else sees it the way I do and it’s not something I can talk about. It’s like...everything has a strange layer over it, I guess. Some people’s layer is stronger than others, and everyone’s layer is unique. Forgotten Springs was like...lots of things had a really odd filter over it. Sometimes it was eerie, sometimes it was ethereal and beautiful. I think I could have stayed there all day just looking at it.

Anyway, the group went on to investigate and we began to head towards the ruins of a place called Wanderer’s Palace. We could sense something pulling us in, but I couldn’t see anything. It was so strange.

A mist rose, a mind reading mist! I think it was confused, maybe because it was old and drawing on our memories or something. It took a mix of names from our minds - I wonder if it was pulling from me? I doubt it, it wasn’t like I could have been the only person thinking about uh- people on our team. Even if it was me, I wasn’t thinking anything bad - I was thinking about...well the mining trip.

Anyway! We managed to cross that weird hurdle and moved on! Finally we were able to get some clues and the scholars of the team nerded out. They reminded me of my mom. There’s definitely more to be discovered and I’m intrigued! I want to know what was pulling at us, and I think we’re going to a library to find more clues! Eorzea is so full of adventure and wonder. I love it!

#ic #Zahra's Diary

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messmertheimpaler · 5 years ago

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💍🤕🎁💗 for eris & thomas!!

thank you for my life!!!!

ERIS

💍 Does your OC have a specific item that is priceless to them but may (or may not) be completely worthless to someone else? Is there a story behind this item or is it just because they like it so much?

A corrupted bone charm her mother gave to her hfjklfjf she’s never shown it to anyone for the big fear of being turned in to the overseers for heresy. Teague does know about it but he doesn’t care too much for it. Her mother gave it to her before she got captured and told her to hold on to it and to think of her when she looked at it. It’s the only thing she has of her mother and even when she had no money, she refused to sell it for money.

🤕 What is the worst injury your OC has ever suffered? Do they have any scars or lasting physical reminders of it? Do they get sick often or have any lasting medical conditions?

There was one time she broke her wrist when she tried to climb the roof of her house way back then. Adrian got mad at her after like it wasn’t his fault that she was trying to get on the roof because he dared her. Eris rarely gets sick but when she does, she’s bedridden for weeks.

🎁 What would be the perfect gift to buy your OC? What would be the worst gift? Are they themselves any good at gifting things or are they really indescisive? How do they wrap their presents?

Perfume lmao she loves smelling good or if she smells clients who smell nice she’ll cling to them for hours. The worst thing to get her would be .... nothing she loves being spoiled, she just prefers perfume more than getting clothes. I think she’s.... okay at getting presents. Like, if it’s someone’s birthday, she gets the very thing they would definitely love/appreciate, but if it’s like getting a present for no reason, she’d get them like,,, socks or s/t. Eris doesn’t like to wrap gifts, she just hands them their gift like “here you go!!! :)”

💗 Relationships? Who are their friends, their family relations, lover(s), foes? What sort of personalities really tick them off and what others do they like? Is there anything that’d ruin a friendship for them?

Her friend would be @roberthouses oc miss Lulu!! They got on well when they first met and they’re both clowns for two particular men that they both know about and make fun of each other for it,,, she’s got more regular clients than friends, they’re mostly on good terms with her. But she does have like a funny friendship with Treavor where they just give each other backhanded compliments constantly lmfao. Teague is the big clown she’s head over heels for if... u know what i mean :0) It’s awkward at first but they begin to open up to each other in more ways than one!!! okay but srsly they have their good moments and bad but they sort of suck at communicating but they always find their way back to each other :^) her other “lover” would be Corvo but that’s an au where things Work Out you feel me? Eris has her older brother Adrian who’s a whaler and doesn’t know that he’s alive in dumbwall... then there’s Clara her younger sister who she takes care of and the big reason she turned to working at the GC. The type of personalities that she doesn’t mesh well with are people like Treavor but she likes him in her own way, other than that, she hates snobby people.

THOMAS

Just his old wedding ring which he hasn’t thrown away. He meant to throw it out but then forgot and then found it at some point after waking up. He can’t bring himself to throw it away though.

🤕 What is the worst injury your OC has ever suffered? Do they have any scars or lasting physical reminders of it? Do they get sick often or have any lasting medical conditions?

He has a few scars on his chest and back from a primal behemoth. One almost killed him and it left him in bed for two weeks plus a lecture from ADA. He does have an aversion to plasma and hates it now.

🎁 What would be the perfect gift to buy your OC? What would be the worst gift? Are they themselves any good at gifting things or are they really indescisive? How do they wrap their presents?

Purpleberry bunches, babey!! He lives for that!!! He’s got a big sweet tooth, so anything like that and he’ll love it, especially when he’s mad/annoyed, he’ll happily accept it. Anything robot related, he’ll hate it. He’s slightly afraid of SAM, that’s how bad it is. He’s pretty good at giving gifts. Everyone on the ship goes to him any time they have a hard time thinking of gifts for everyone else. It’s a little tradition they all have of handing out gifts to each other. But then it turns into a thing that it’s pretty much Thomas giving presents which is what he wanted all along heuheuehuehe He takes gift wrapping very seriously and will take a day off to wrap presents.

His friends are all the people on the Unreliable, but he considers Parvati and Felix his closest friends, but he loves going out with Nyoka the most when he wants a day to relax. He didn’t like Max in the beginning but he’s grown to like him and likes to hang out with him on the ship just to talk about whatever Max wants. He’s got an on/off thing with Ellie that they both like and don’t take too seriously. Then obvi there’s the complicated thing he’s got with ADA that everyone on the ship knows about and thankfully no one judges him for it. Ellie understands it even more so when they start their not-relationship and never comments on it. Thomas hates people who talk to him like he’s a child like he doesn’t have a medical degree. As for anything that would ruin a friendship for him, there’s not much that would, Thomas is very easy going and accepts a lot of things from people.

#oc: eris #oc: thomas #oc talk #asks #roberthouses

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witcherislovewitcherislife · 6 years ago

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An Old Friend Long Thought Dead for @LisaFlowers

This is my fic written for The Witcher Secret Santa 2018. My giftee was @lisaflowers

I wasn’t too sure of what to write. I originally planned to write a fic involving Avallac’h and Ciri but I was very unsure of how to write that pairing, specifically Avallac’h so instead I went for this. Sorry that it is a bit late. I had some writers’ block with this. I really hope you enjoy! :)

When Ciri took a contract to kill a monster that had taken up residence in an old cemetery, the last thing she expected was to see an old ally. An old friend.

Her travels as a young Witcher had taken her to lands far away. But every Witcher grows tired and weary of the path eventually and needs a break. She had traveled back to Toussaint to visit Geralt and Yennefer in their new estate. But while riding through the vibrant and rich lands, a farmer had stopped and asked for her help. Disturbances had been happening in a nearby cemetery. Strange noises and occurrences had become more and more frequent in the area. And a hooded figure could often be seen coming and going late in the night. The farmer agreed to pay Ciri generously for investigating and taking care of the issue.

Ciri first stopped in a village to properly prepare for the battle that may ensue. She handed off her swords to the blacksmith to have them sharpened and headed into a cute little alchemy shop to resupply her herbs and potions.

As the sun set, Ciri headed back out towards the Mere-Lachaiselongue Cemetery. She arrived just as the sun fell beyond the mountains of Toussaint. Ciri climbed up on a small perch and began to meditate and watch for the hooded figure that she was warned of. With the assistance of the moonlight, Ciri was able to make out a small bat flying towards a crypt. Ciri was quite shocked to see the bat transform before her eyes into a man. She couldn't make out a face but she could faintly see a fang glisten in the moonlight. She stealthily drew her silver sword, freshly coated with vampire oil and closed her eyes. She focused her powers and teleported in front of the creature, pointing the blade at it's chest.

"State your business!" she shouted.

The creature, now clearly a man threw his arms in the air before replying, "Is this how they teach you to greet old friends up at Kaer Morhen?"

The voice sounded familiar to Ciri but she could not pinpoint from where.

"Who are you!?"

"Yes, I suppose you wouldn't remember," the vampire said, offering his hand to shake. "Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy. But you can just call me Regis."

Ciri lowered her sword but her guard stayed up. "W-what? R-Regis? No, you can't be. Regis died. Who are you really, Doppler?"

"It's me, Cirilla. It's Regis. I have been...regenerated. It is quite a complicated story. Please come in and I will explain," he said while gesturing to the entrance.

"Into where? This tomb?"

"Oh! Yes, my apologies. I should explain this first. I've made a little home for myself here. Tensions are high in Toussaint at the moment. Quite a lot of vampire sightings. I figure it best to stay out of everyone's way. What better place to lay low then in a cemetery?"

Ciri was wary but accepted his invitation none the less. She figured she could always teleport out if the need arose.

Regis led her down a stone staircase, past several alcoves, many of which were filled with caskets and cobwebs. "Wow, this place is really to die for," Ciri joked dryly.

"Ha! I see you've Geralt's sense of humor as well."

The staircase led to a large room. The space was dimly lit with old melting candles and bookshelves lined the walls. An apothecary table stood next to an alchemist's stand with a cauldron nearby. Manuscripts and lab notes were posted on the walls. In the corner there was a small bed and bedside cabinet.

"Surely there has got to be better places to hide out then here."

"Maybe so. But I quite like it here. Nice and quiet."

Regis prepared two bottles of mandrake hooch for them and sat at his dining table.

"Mandrake hooch," Regis explained after seeing Ciri's inquisitive gaze. 'Made from the finest mandrake roots Toussaint has to offer. I'd just sip it if I were you. Even Geralt could barely handle it."

Ciri's ears perked up at hearing Geralt's name. "Geralt!? You've seen Geralt? Why had he not informed me that you were alive?"

"Probably didn't deem it important at the moment. We only reunited recently. He has been extremely busy as of late. Well between the hunt for Dettlaff and getting his vineyard up and running. Not to mention all the women he has to deal with. That man brings out fire in women that I have never seen in my hundreds of years alive on this planet."

Ciri could tell that Regis was rambling but hearing him talk about Geralt brought a smile to her face so she simply listened.

"The Duchess and I get along wonderfully for years, Geralt shows up and one week later she is sending the beagles after us. You think after all these years with Yennefer that he would know when to tie his tongue but no. To tell the truth, I quite think he likes being yelled at by beautiful women. A fetish maybe?"

"Okay! Okay!" Ciri chimed in, not wanting to hear about her father's fetishes. She already knew of the unicorn and that was more than she ever needed to know about what goes on in Geralt and Yennefer's bedroom. "I believe you were going to tell me how you came to be alive and well."

"Ah! Yes, my apologies again. I rarely get the chance to speak so freely."

Regis regaled her with the story of his regeneration. He told her of Dettlaff, how he had found Regis' ashes and after much time, energy, and blood had been able to bring Regis back to life.

"I suppose I should thank you. You played a major role in saving Yennefer and I. I truly owe you my life," Ciri said sincerely.

Regis waved her off, "Please, I shall tell you the same thing that I told Geralt. No one twisted my arm. I accompanied Geralt to that castle under my own free will and I would do it again. That is what friends and loyalty are for."

Ciri smiled genuinely at his words before adding, "Still I feel quite bad about it. You lost years of your life. And all the pain.."

"No matter. I am here now and that is what matters."

They clinked their glass bottles together and took a big sip each before Ciri continued on, "So how long have you been back for?"

"I do not know for certain. When you live for hundreds of years, eventually you just stop caring about time."

Ciri nodded and took in his words. The outlook on life for a vampire was much different from her own. She was lost in thought before Regis spoke up again, "You asked me a question, now may I ask you one in return?"

"Of course."

"What were you doing here in the first place?"

Ciri considered her words carefully. Not wanting to offend Regis. "I took a contract from a farmer nearby. Said some strange occurrences had been happening around the cemetery and wanted me to take care of it."

Regis thought on her words before speaking again, "Well, I am glad you were the one to come along. Someone else taking that contract and this night could have taken a very unfortunate turn. I must be more careful with my experiments. Or perhaps it is time for me to move on again."

"Oh no! Don't go. I will inform the farmer that the issue is no more. As long as you don't make too much ruckus you should remain unbothered."

"That is kind of you, thank you. One less mess that I need to clean up."

They talked for many more hours, until Ciri was sure that the sun had begun to come up outside. They talked about their travels and Ciri's great battle against the Wild Hunt and the White Frost. Regis jotted done notes about her experiences. Planning to research them further and expand his education. He told Ciri of the class that he used to teach at Beauclair University and of the class he planned to teach once the University was reopened.

"Well I should be going," Ciri eventually said long after their bottles were empty. "Geralt and Yennefer will be expecting me later today."

"Give them my regards, I must visit soon as well."

"I'm sure they will be glad to hear that you are in good health."

The pair embraced and Regis gave Ciri some concoctions for the road before she set back out.

Ciri informed the farmer that issued the cemetery contract that the threat was taken care of but refused payment. He was confused but Ciri waved him off. Seeing Regis again was more than payment enough.

She continued back on the path. In the large village of Francollarts, Ciri purchased a white mare from a kind woman and named her Kelpie. Giving all of her horses the same name seemed to be another habit that she picked up from Geralt.

Ciri climbed atop her beautiful horse and headed off towards Corvo Bianco. She was extremely excited to reunite with her parents and explore the beautiful Duchy of Toussaint with them further. She also made a note to give Geralt a right hiding for not mentioning Regis was alive.

#twsecretsanta18 #fanfiction #the witcher #ciri #regis

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