#Geralt x Emhyr

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Nights Ride

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Fan Cover for A Year in Toussaint, by @astolat

Geralt had no damn idea what to do with a vineyard when Anna Henrietta gave him Corvo Bianco, but he figured it couldn’t be that bad.

This is one of my favorite Witcher fics by astolat, and is so sweet and clever and surprising. Go read it!

Art is Clouds over Olana by Frederich Edwin Church, of the Hudson River School; and Fonts are Black Rush and Trajanus Roman.

[ursusar]

"Emhyr kissed him"

[bittersweetbark]

Stealing the prompt from a mutual on the Fedi/Mastodon:

Which of your blorbos is genuinely good at parallel parking? Elaborate!

Because I think it was drilled into Geralt how to do it and he has excellent mutated awareness of the space around himself and his fucked up modern AU jeep, but he usually doesn't care and just parks... somehow. And Emhyr would be very exact and serious about it, and Geralt's jayparking would be a thorn in his eye and something to be complacent about until the day they're in a car together and Geralt HAS to fit the car into a tight space and kinda does a donut over the road, landing exactly inside the slot.

[tigerlyla-of-metinna]

They finally see each other, eye to eye

To all my friends who love this ship!

Photo shot by @eycsnow666, and my Ps alterations.

[laurikarauchscat]

Thou shalt not approach the Emperor's Witcher with either a doublet, nor a razor.

This is known.

[eycsnow666]

witcher screenshot compilations

got a bunch of stray imgur links floating around on discord, but here they all are! mostly of character swaps to emhyr. be warned that character swaps involving female->male skeletons may be a bit...cursed ahah. check the reblogs for further additions, because the original post is cranky abt any more links being added to it.

shoutout to @tigerlyla-of-metinna who's done amazing edits to some of these pics and also for enabling my new hobby

Emhyr visits Kaer Morhen

quest is No Place Like Home, swaps are Lambert to Geralt, Yen to Ciri, Geralt to Emhyr. Emhyr graces Kaer Morhen with his imperial presence. in return, the witchers convince him to drink himself silly. welp, what dignity was lost was regained in camaraderie

La Cage au Fou ft.a sad hedgehog

while out trapping monsters, Geralt accidentally captures...the emperor of nilfgaard?? how he got there aside, he's in pretty bad shape and has apparently gone feral. lucky there's a witcher who's been through this rodeo before, so emhyr's in safe hands <3

Roche to Emhyr and Ves to Ciri

quests are Eye for an Eye and Reason of State, with bonus swaps Dijkstra to Dettlaff and Thaler to Regis. Ever wanted to see Emhyr plotting against Emhyr? these pics have you covered! also included: emhyr and geralt being big damn heroes, and drunk uncle Dettlaff giving Regis a headache by quoting Macbeth Vakmeth scenes. See one of my reblogs for this link, bc this post doesn't want to save with it here for some reason.

Emhyr x Geralt hugs (Blood Run quest)

Regis's expressions make Emhyr look so soft 💖

Something Ends, Something Begins (Geralt to Emhyr)

soft moments with Ciri and Emhyr getting some dad moments in.

Ciri's Story: Out of the Shadows (Baron to Emhyr)

Emhyr has a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. Emhyr may be a snacc but his daughter's here to make sure he doesn't become a snack (for basilisks)

The Battle of Kaer Morhen ft.The White Flame (Geralt to Emhyr). lots of Sadmyr and tender moments with Ciri

father's day at kaer morhen

Geralt to Emhyr swap, quest is Blood on the Battlefield. Emhyr and Ciri destress with a snowball fight. Geralt's sitting out this one, probably collapsed of sheer shock from learning that Emhyr is capable of experiencing fun.

Emralt, now with reduced clothes!

Yen to Emhyr, the opening scene at Kaer Morhen. yeah these are actually Yen's body proportions bc Yen's skeleton but shhhhh

A Midnight Clear: Shani to Emhyr mod

more spooky scary (animation) skeletons

A Midnight Clear: spiciest Emralt highlights

Geralt x Emhyr action. don't look at the proportions too closely, just lie back and think of nilfgaard

[katiecat446]

hello tumblr friends I have made a discord server for some of my fellow emhyr fans/emralt shippers and I!

with twitter going down the drain and tumblr lacking certain functionality, we’re using this server for socializing and to keep track of our favorite artists + writers.

you don’t need to be an emralt shipper to join - several of us are multishippers and this isn’t even a true “shipping server” anyway. You just need to be over 18 (it’s not graphically nsfw, the rule is just in case), and not like… hate emhyr or something.

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Some of my Emralt fics on Tumblr

Mine Is The Sunlight, Mine IS The Morning (918 words, M) Is It Love That Glows In Fiery Alignment? (2368 words, G-T) Die, Die, My Darling (8800 Words, T-M) Come Be Our Beacon Shining Bright (9289 words, T) All Is Not It Seems To Be On The Outside (3085 words, T) 'Cos You Know We've Got The Power Of Healin' Love (2183 words, T) For We Know The Joy Of Life, The Piece That Love Can Bring (1573 words, M-E) Take Hold Of The Flame (2897 words, M-E) Life's A Bitch And I've Been Shaken (12953 words, T) Beast of Gévaudan (5482 words, T) 3-Tweet-Fics

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Witcher Slash Fic Rec - Wiosna

Wiosna by eldritcher

Pairing - Geralt/Emhyr. Rating - M. 50000 words.

Canon blind reading - I don't feel this is going to make sense without canon understanding.

Rec because - If you are done with winter already and need some spring in your life this is for you! I don't know how a fic can feel like a season. But this one definitely has that. It's got a joyful happy ending. It's a really joyful fic. Not fluffy, pretty dark and intense. But really joyful. Ends with a kiteflying competition! <3

Something really unique in my opinion is the cultural vibe. It feels grounded in the same cultural vibe of the canon. Even the prose feels like it's got that vibe. Dark, melancholy, evocative, hopeful.

Beautiful hurt/comfort old school slash fic. Midlife crisis emotionally messed up dudes. No big plot. 100% characterization and interiority focus. The pacing is gentle and it gets the feelings to soak. Like slowcooker chicken soup if slowcooker chicken soup has got lots and lots of smut.

The smut is really hot and also we get a lot of it. Complicated power dynamics. The relationship arc is beautiful.

Not really bombastic. No high drama or big moments. But it's got a sneaky undercurrent with really dark folklore which gets resolved and feels like the winter to spring transition.

Geralt's characterization feels true to Canon Geralt. Really other, really jaded, really cautious but also hopeful. Same for Ciri. Emhyr's characterization is brilliant. He is messed up and messy is fun in fic.

Two big relationship arcs. Geralt/Emhyr is the romance. Ciri's reconcilation with Emhyr is the platonic side. It's not really a fixit because nothing gets fixed which makes sense for this canon. I don't know how to explain. But I feel the intricacy/nuance made the relationship arcs more beautiful in this case.

It gets the twisted Rumpelstiltskin type canon vibe with a happy ending.

Getting a Vibe Quote is super hard because it's a flowing fic and hard to excerpt. But it's great. Trust me! <3

art source Mazur by Zofia Stryjenska, Joys of Spring by Rene Lelong

[tripodsinhats]

If we don’t get to see Henry’s Geralt interact with Emhyr though…. I’m gonna be so disappointed

[queenofyumcha]

excerpt of take heart, beloved

Geralt/Duny, this beloved excerpt of mine is non-explicit and needs no warnings.

THE ACTUAL FIC ITSELF HAS MANY WARNINGS. Please read the tags!

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"This is unnecessary. You needn't waste your time."

"Are you so different, Witcher, that infection cannot kill one of your kind?"

"They pump us full of poison as children. What is infection in the face of that? It does not hurt. I have sustained much worse, from worse."

Geralt watches him intently as Emhyr tends to his wounds, washing away dust and blood, smoothing salve over cuts. He is uncomfortable with being so closely monitored, his skin almost prickling under scrutiny, the phantom feeling of quills emerging from his skin washing over him.

Emhyr is no longer a cursed beast to be hounded from village to village begging for scraps to live. He is no longer a monster to be chased into the forest with baying hounds and lit torches. But he has spent almost half his life so far knowing that to be seen, to be observed is dangerous. The washerwoman that sees him drink from the river could be the human that brings hunters down on his head.

He is human too now, yet his association of being watched with danger has not left him.

"So you mean to tell me monsters cannot feel after all?" He means it as a jest, a shared joke to shift the attention away from him, but Geralt tenses, his jaw set in a firm line as though he girds himself for unpleasantness.

"I am not a monster."

The strained words are as close to emotion as he has ever heard in the other man's voice.

Emhyr pauses, a roll of bandages in his hands. He nods, gently lifting Geralt's arm to start winding the cloth around his wounds.

"Hush, I know."

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Emhyr can feel himself growing attached.

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

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

"Why do you stay, Geralt?"

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

Say you stay for me.

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

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

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

"Oh? And why is that?"

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

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

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

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

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

"I do."

Geralt smiles, settling back against the cushions.

"Think highly of you, that is."

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

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

A proposition.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But lies nonetheless.

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State of Mind

a paranormal crime investigation novel with creepy telepathy zombies, doom, angst, whump and blood, taking place in Nilfgaard's City of Golden Towers (The Witcher), featuring Geralt/Emhyr and a little bit of Vernilla essence. (Sequel to "The Gentleman will be removed from the Situation", yes Mererid and also Ronvid.)

[thespoonhasreturn]

I read quid pro quo by @dsudis again and had to do this, I'm failing miserably at drawing something for the second story part but i have many ideas for part 3 and 4

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Distraction

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Recreation of "an offering" by Frank Dicksee

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frequent baths are a must in nilfgaard.

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thanks so much to @do-androids-dream-ao3acc for nudging me to finally make an emralt drawing \^q^)/