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greenapplespider · 6 months ago
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He’s a little sleepy 😪 who should be at the tavern with him? Geralt or Iorveth?
CIRI
I’d rather Roche end up taking a big ol’ fat one once they’re done drinking, so to speak, and sadly Ciri can’t really provide that in the same way Iorveth or Geralt can. I think I’ll end up having both Geralt and Iorveth spend the evening with Roche- maybe even write a little fic about it to go along with the illustrations.
Anyway here’s what I got so far (as you can see i haven’t touched this wip in a minute)
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sebdoeswords · 6 months ago
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All of His Colours - Chapter 20/45
[This fic was originally posted on ao3, but will now be finished on my ko-fi. Access is completely free and possible even without a ko-fi account. Tips are neither required nor expected, but comments on the actual post or tumblr updates are welcome.]
***Proshippers do not read or interact***
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stophatevernonciri · 4 months ago
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To your stupid iornon, the whole toxic fandom is being drawn by art, fan fiction is being written, a ton of admiration is being written. Why doesn't Roche/Ciri deserve at least a little of the same? Why did you kill him? Because I was trying to protect him from you and your friends? And you killed him anyway.
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lunarbreaksblog · 8 months ago
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The Witcher x Witch!F!Healer!reader
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Geralt of Rivia
He wasn't going to go near you, never trusted witches really but like he never trusted them, he was compelled to you like a moth to a light.
When he saw that you could heal people, he knew you were a rare being. Witches never dabbled in health and healing. But you did.
He asks you why, you simply say that you wish to help people. This is the start a grand friendship between you and the Witcher. You help him and he helps you.
You always laughed at his dry jokes. You didn't have much company really, you were shy and kept to yourself. Knew to keep yourself away from the village near by
Yennefer of Vengerberg
Becomes quite jealous of you when Geralt talks of you to her, she felt that you were going to manipulate or take Geralt away from her.
However, those assumptions quickly diminish when she sees you. Then to hear that you are a healer that makes you quite a rare thing to be treasured in the continent.
She decides that she'll take you under her wing, not to teach magic but to teach you how to handle yourself since she could see that you were bad at human interaction.
You would be dead if you had to be a royal mage to a king.
Maybe she'll ask Geralt if they could both take you to bed. She just knows you'll be even more beautiful.
Triss merigold
Absolutely adores you! She's only seen a handful of healers in her life so far. You, though, are the most greatest healer so far.
You have compassion which is suprisely rare for healers.
Her and you get along quite well. You too have regular meet ups to talk about everything that's going on in the continent. She helps you also get better at your people skills.
Iorveth
He's not one known to be gentle with humans, especially magic wielding humans. In his lifetime, all magic wielders have been egotistical. However, you are different.
It agitates him to no end to see you healing his troops, he feels like his manipulating you but he can't shake off the feeling that maybe you are the one manipulating him actually.
It's kinda like a one-sided angry staring match and with you being very uncomfortable.
Vernon roche
Like Iorveth, he doesn't trust you at first but after you make him some herbal tea that reluctantly drank thanks to Ves. He eases up on you.
Somehow you made his back not have that ache that's been bothering him for a while.
Starts looking out for you and just generally helps you when you need it
You've wormed yourself into his heart but he won't show it
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holymanunharmed · 5 months ago
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Because there can never be enough Geroche content, have some silly chibis!
(I'm new here, is that how it works?)
Handdrawn (ink pen + ohuhu markers)
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absurdbread · 1 year ago
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le angry Temerian commander
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finleycannotdraw · 2 years ago
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eternally upset by the fact that there’s no button to hug people in tw3, especially after harrowing events (like the reason of state quest)
also eternally upset by. dijkstra
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bee-bad · 1 year ago
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Geralt × Roche
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ladymarinamart · 9 months ago
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Oh no, Roche violated the holy canon and stole Ciri from the "true man" Voorhis for the wedding of the hated VernonCiri!!! 😭😭😭
Thanks for the idea @laurikarauchscat
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justleaf · 8 months ago
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The Third Loves | Eskel x Geralt x Roche Read it on AO3
Come winter with me. I’ll be with the wolves, in the inn just south of the city of Lyria. It’ll be good to have you. - Geralt  Roche read the succinct letter once more, just to make sure he really was invited, and tucked it back into his innermost pocket where it was worth more than its weight in gold. To the unaware individual it would have been little more than a scrap of parchment, the ink worn off its folded edges and the surface indented by his fingers. But for him, oh for him, this was the only thing that had given him purpose in recent memory.
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merlot-and-chardonnay · 10 months ago
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A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons: Chapter 42
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Chapter 41
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"Geralt?" Jaskier looks over to see his friend standing by, covered in blood as a result from the fighting that took place earlier.
Upon seeing the man, knowing exactly who he was after seeing him in the throne room years ago, Criston was quick to draw his sword and get in front of Aemma and Aemond. Ivan did the same out of sheer reflex. Swords pointed at the witcher as he attempted to approach. Geralt stood back, confused.
"Whoa, whoa, what's going on?" Jaskier gets in front of the two knights. "What the fuck is this?" Roche runs to the side. "Stay back!" Criston warns Geralt. "Ser Criston!" Aemma tries to call out. "You didn't think I'd forget the likes of you, did you now...White Wolf?"
Upon hearing those words, Aemond drew his own sword, ready to slay the witcher himself for Aemma's sake.
"Aemond, stop! Criston, Ivan! Stop this!" Aemma runs in front of the trio next to Jaskier. "Princess, stand aside," Criston insists, "this man is dangerous." "I know," Aemma nods, "he is. But he is no danger to us, Ser. Sheathe your sword."
"White Wolf?" Ivan realized, turning to Criston, "Ser, I know exactly who this man is. This is Geralt of Rivia. The witcher." Criston gave Ivan a somewhat incredulous look, "how do you know him?" "He is well known throughout the Continent, everyone knows the white haired witcher. He saved my village once from a pack of monsters many years ago. Before I was born that is, but the elders would tell this tale many a time when I was a child." 
"Sir Criston, put your blade away," Roche orders, "the witcher is under my protection. Whatever grievance you have with him must be put aside." "Is this not the same man who is wanted for regicide?" Criston scoffs, "the same man who assassinated your king?" "It was a different man, a different witcher," Aemma speaks up, realizing what Criston was implying, "Geralt never slayed any kings. If anything he tried to prevent it, tried to stop the same man from taking me to the Scoia'tel, but it was too late."
"There see? A trustworthy eyewitness here to affirm Geralt's innocence," Jaskier exasperates.
"Didn't you want this man dead before, Aemma?" Aemond brings up, "for taking your mother away? You had plans, if I recall. To make him confess his crime before stabbing him in the heart and feeding his body to your dragon."
Jaskier looked to Aemma, shocked, "Aemma? What-" "That was my desire once before," Aemma admits, "but new information has come to light, information that...greatly contradicts what was told to me as a child. I...I don't know what to think," she turns to face the witcher, "I don't know what to think of this man. But I don't wish that anymore. Now sheathe your swords," she turns to Ivan and Criston, to which Ivan quickly obeys, though Criston waited, "...by order of your princess," Aemma narrows her gaze, and Criston reluctantly does as he was commanded.
Sensing her determination, Aemond also put his own sword away; it was unwise, after all, to anger Aemma any further then she was already was with him. 
Seeing he wasn't in any immediate danger, Geralt turns to Aemma, taking out a sword. Criston was about to draw his own again, as was Aemond, but Geralt turned it over, presenting Aemma the hilt, "I believe this is yours," he tells her. Attached to the hilt was also the silver medallion Vesemir had made for her.
Eyes wide in surprise, Aemma took both items, clutching them close, "I didn't think I would see these things again. I thought the Scoia'tel would've destroyed them or sold them or something along those lines. How did you get these back?"
"One of the Scoia'tel was using them during the fight," Geralt explains, "I took it back." Aemma looked to Geralt, surprised he would've done something like that for her. She nods in understanding, "thank you."
Aemond tilted his head a little at this interaction trying to get a better understanding of this man. He didn't know much about witchers, specifically this witcher, save for what little he heard from Aemma as a child, and none of it had been good. He did hear stories of Geralt's kind from Continentals who came to visit back in King's Landing, when he and Aemma snuck to the docks that one night. Mutant freaks. Unholy, demonic spawn stripped of their emotions like the monsters they slay for coin. Another thing Aemond had also picked up concerning witchers was their unrestrained proclivities towards women, the likes which could make Aegon look like a prudish saint in comparison. 
Geralt, however, didn't strike him as such an individual as the witcher stood there in his stoic demeanor. He did, after all, selflessly return Aemma's possessions, surely someone deprived of their emotions would not have acted in this way. 
The white hair witcher was definitely something of an enigma.
The contemplation was rudely interrupted when a certain individual started yelling various curses both in Elven and the Common Tongue.
The Woodland Fox himself, who had been captured during the battle, was struggling against his bonds as two of the Blue Stripes kept him restraint.
"Is that the one?" Aemond whispers to Aemma, to which Aemma nods in response. "Iorveth the Scoia'tel commander, the one who wanted justice," Aemma confirms. "He is quite a fighter I will give him that," Criston speaks up, "these Scoia'tel don't play fair, that much is certain."
"What exactly happened?" Aemma inquires.
Criston gave the prince and princess a summarized version of the fight. 
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After the two knights along with the Blue Stripes snuck out of Flotsam, while Jaskier was giving his distraction, the group ran into the forest. Roche apparently had an informant somewhere in the woods that gave him the bandit's whereabouts, though neither Criston nor Ivan knew it had been the witcher. Upon finding the Scoia'tel, the Blue Stripes soldiers did not hesitate to ambush the bandits and a fight ensued.
Unknown to Criston or the any of the Blue Stripes, Geralt had been in the middle of enacting his own plan with Iorveth. With the information from the captured second in command Kieran, knowing that the witcher Letho had double crossed the Scoia'tel, Geralt had Zoltan take him into the woods to meet with the Scoia'tel Commander to deliver him this grim news. Naturally, Iorveth did not believe the white hair witcher's claim, and so had plot a ruse to pretend Geralt had captured Iorveth so as to deliver him to Letho at the old ruins. The moment Letho confirmed for himself that he had betrayed the elves, Iorveth did not hesitate to have his men appear from the trees with the intention to execute Letho.
Before that could happen, however, Roche and the Blue Stripes came onto the scene. A fight broke out as a result. At least Geralt had been kind enough to give Iorveth his sword so as to give the elf a sporting chance against his enemies. Geralt meanwhile had took after Letho, but not before swiping Aemma's sword and medallion away from one of the elves.
Iorveth struck down every Blue Stripe he could get his hands on until he finally came up against Roche himself, a moment Iorveth has been waiting years for. The two clashed swords, seemingly at a stalemate at first, until Iorveth got the upper hand and disarmed Roche. Before Iorveth had a chance to deliver the final blow, Criston stepped in and parried the elf's sword. The two engaged in a one-on-one fight. This felt familiar to Criston in certain ways; it brought the man back to days past, from before joining the Kingsguard, before coming to King's Landing, when Criston had been sent to fight off the Dornish incursions. Like the Dornish soldiers, the Scoia'tel had a habit of engaging in asymmetrical warfare, albeit in a different landscape.  There was also something else, in the way the elven commander fought; Iorveth was fast, light on his feet, not quite unlike the way Ivan fought when he and Criston would spar.
Alas, Criston was outmatched and quickly disarmed by Iorveth, who kicked back the knight. Once more, Iorveth was prepared to deliver the final blow, but then Ivan pushed some Scoia'tel elves aside to jump front and block Iorveth's sword.
Ivan pointed his sword at the older elf, panting from his earlier exertions; the young half elf did his best to steel his expressions, feeling rather intimidated from the hard stare Iorveth was giving him. There was little doubt in Ivan's mind that the older elf knew exactly what he was, despite keeping his ear concealed behind a scarf. That suspicion had been confirmed when the elven commander addressed Ivan in his native tongue,
"You take their side, In'hied?" Iorveth questioned, tilting his head in curiosity, "you keep your elf blood well hidden, do they even know what you are?" "I am a knight of Westeros," Ivan answered back in the same language, "I have sworn to protect the blood of the king and his family, that includes the princess you have stolen away. It would be in your best interest to return her to us so we may go and leave your comrades be." Iorveth only made a small mirthless smile at that, "you refuse to answer me question, boy. Very well..." Iorveth then made a fighting stance, "you wish to side with those who soon see you dead should your true blood be revealed, than so be it...I shall treat you as I would any other d'hoine."
The two clashed swords. Being light on his own feet, Ivan was able to match Iorveth step for step and steel for steel. While Ivan had youth on his side, Iorveth was the more experienced fighter, having centuries of fighting on his side compared to what he saw as a small boy in his eyes who was barely past two decades of age at most.
Being occupied with fighting Ivan, Iorveth didn't see Criston sneak around and hilt the elf in the back by the hilt of his sword, and then sucker punched Iorveth across the jaw. Ivan then kicked Iorveth's dropped sword away from him, leaving the elf defenseless. Iorveth faced Criston, contempt in his eye, which became more intense when Roche joined in and apprehended Iorveth. "What is your name?" Iorveth had inquired of the knight. "Ser Criston Cole," was what Criston answered. "Huh..." Iorveth said back, "Ser...and here I thought you Westerosi knights prided yourselves in being honorable...even in battle."
Criston ignored that insult and turned to address Ivan, "what was it, he said to you?" he asked. Ivan wasn't sure how to answer that truthfully, so he offered this as a response, "he thought me at a disadvantage due in part...to my age."
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"Once the battle was all but concluded Commander Roche deigned to search for the two of you amongst the ruins," Criston finished his telling of the story.
"Your efforts are to be commended then, Ser Cole," Aemond praises, "Same as you, Ser Ivan." 
Ivan looked over to where Iorveth was being held by the Blue Stripes, only to quickly averting his gaze when he saw the look of seething hatred and contempt in the elf's green eye. 
"Considering these two were instrumental in the capture of Iorveth, I am inclined to agree," Roche quips in. "The kingslayer is still out there," Geralt speaks up, "he escaped during the battle." "We'll have another chance," Roche assures.
Aemma tried not to react to that news, tried not to let it get to her that the same man who kidnapped her and then tried to drag her back to the Scoia'tel camp was still on the run, and was still possibly holding a grudge against her- no not her, her father- and still wanted justice of his own.
Aemond turned his gaze to the Woodland Fox, trying to form an opinion of him now that he was captured and not likely to cause harm. This was the elf who called for justice from Aemond's arrogant uncle, the who apparently orchestrated the assassination of the Temerian king and the kidnapping of Aemma to hold as a hostage.  From Aemond had heard back in Flotsam, Iorveth had a reputation- putting it mildly- for his seething hatred of humankind and what they did to him and his people, and having more human kills to his record than any other elf still alive. Aemond had to wonder if part that hatred stemmed from whoever took the elf's missing eye- something Aemond could disturbingly relate too as he still held a similar grudge albeit on a subconscious level. From what he heard from Cole, Iorveth was also a very skilled fighter, fast and light on his feet, making Aemond think of the way Ivan fights.
Must be an elf thing, the prince thinks.
Iorveth brought his attention to aforementioned prince, "you..." he sneers, "Mine eyesight must be getting old, or the dragon lords had thought to send someone else in place of the one we asked for." "Your plans have failed Iorveth," Roche states with a certain air of triumph, "your own calls for justice will be awaiting you at the capital." "...that remains to be seen," Iorveth says in a low tone, standing straight to remind the Blue Stripes Commander of their height difference, before turning his head to address Ivan in his native language, "no matter how close you are to their family, the dragons will come for you eventually...especially when they begin to notice how slowly you age as the years go by. Did that ever occur to you, boy?" Ivan turned away to face Criston, refusing to make eye contact with the older elf. Of course, he has thought about that, though not necessarily at the time he took the Kingsguard oath; Ivan knew half-elves do have a longer life span compared to humans, but he was never told how long those lives can last.
Iorveth then turned his attention over to the princess, shocking everyone by addressing her in High Valyrian of all things, "Gaomagon ivestragon aōha kepa ziry owes nykeā gēlȳn naejot se Aen Siedhe. Daor matter skorkydoso olvie jēda emagon rēbagon, nyke nykeēdrosa intend naejot gūrogon zȳhon egros hae issa trophy tolī nyke behead zirȳla rūsīr ziry." (Do tell your father he owes a debt to the Aen Siedhe. No matter how much time has passed, I still intend to take his sword as my trophy after I behead him with it)
Aemond moved in front of Aemma in response, "do not speak to her, bandit" he warns, "especially in the Valyrian tongue." Iorveth only made a small, mirthless smile in response, clearly proud he was able to rattle the young Targaryen prince. The elf stood straight once again, reverting back to his native tongue, not seeming to address anyone specific,
"And to think the Virgin of Aedirn wanted to meet you. She was certain you were the one."
Aemma stopped in her tracks upon hearing those words, something that didn't go unnoticed by Aemond. He gave the elf a hard stare, wondering what he was he said that Aemma picked up on (worth noting that while Aemond does know Aemma knows some rudimentary elven, he doesn't know she's fully fluent in it thanks to Vesemir). Ivan and Geralt, both also fluent in Elven, did a better job hiding their surprise at that cryptic statement.
"...back to Flotsam with you," Roche states, shoving Iorveth forward, "there's a place in the prison barge just for you, you whoreson."
"Are they going to execute him?" Aemma asks. "...it is a possibility," Jaskier admits, "the question is if they will even bother with a trial beforehand."
Aemma had mixed feelings about that. She may not care about Iorveth or the Scoia'tel considering what they put her through personally, but that didn't mean their grievances were not legitimate, she understood that now. And part of her was curious to Iorveth's cryptic message.
"Well we better follow," Jaskier states, placing a hand on Aemma's shoulder, "As I said before, we have much to discuss."
Aemond took another look at Geralt who followed Roche before addressing his cousin, "what made you change your mind about him?" "I don't think I have fully," Aemma admits before giving a brief description of Geralt's amnesia, hence her hesitancy to carry out any justice she believed was due, "it wouldn't seem right to do something like that right now," she concludes, "especially when it turns out I don't even know the full story. I only know what my father had told me when I was a child."
"Hmm," was all Aemond said.
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Back in Flotsam, there was a celebration it seemed amongst the locals, especially when they saw Roche walking into town having the Scoia'tel commander held captive. Despite Commandant Laredo's initial anger at the Blue Stripes and Jaskier for their deception, he decided to let that insolence slide in favor of commending the group for the removing the threat to the village. Roche took Iorveth to the prison barge and Geralt had disappeared to wherever most likely for some unfinished business.
At the tavern, Zoltan had ordered a mug of ale when he the Westerosi trio walk and behind was a woman he had not seen before, but could see right away this was the long lost princess the trio had been searching for. He smiled, thankful to Melite that the daughter of the Lady of Larks was safe and unharmed. Having remembered the Lady Lark, the dwarf could see the resemblance in Aemma as well.
Jaskier had gone off shortly once they arrived to remove the frock and put back on his usual ensemble before the lot at the tavern with hopes of making up lost time with his niece. Aemond insisted he, Criston, and Ivan move to another spot in the tavern so as to grant Jaskier and Aemma that space to bond with conversation.
It started with some small talk over a meal, to which Aemma was quick to devour given how long it's been since she a decent meal to fill her belly. Once satiated, this soon led into Jaskier regaling Aemma of his own adventures as well as her mother's adventures as well. "She did not!" Aemma laughs at one tale, finding it difficult her mother could've found herself in such a situation. "Oh but she did," Jaskier insisted, taking a sip of vodka he ordered, "those soldiers wouldn't leave those two she-elves alone, so she took upon herself to give them a taste of their own medicine. Obviously it pissed them off, and rather than acknowledge their hypocrisy, they saw fit to chase her out of town. Not that she minded, she was more often than used to the road life." 
"...nobody ever told those kind of stories before," Aemma realizes, "whenever anybody told me about my mother it was always either about how beautiful her singing was...or her approximation to my father...it's almost like she wasn't even a person half the time, just a wisp of what she really was. She had a life before me, before her time in court, a crazy, complex beautiful life." 
"It really is a shame about that," Jaskier says in a low tone, "...what did your father ever say about her?" "she was someone he loved dearly," Aemma tells him, "someone who was taken away from him by...by a bad person, and he never saw her again after that." "That person being Geralt, the one you wanted to feed to your dragon at first," Jaskier realized to which Aemma nods.
"Gods, that man really did brainwash you," Jaskier mutters, though Aemma didn't notice. "I know the witcher doesn't have any memories of me or my mother," Aemma says, "the sorceress Tris said she was trying to work on that." "She is," Jaskier nods.
"I told Geralt if he can regain those memories he would tell me what he knew of the nature of my parent's relationship," Aemma explains, "but now that I found you, my mother's brother, maybe you could tell me something about it."
The joyful demeanor on Jaskier's face disappeared at that request. 
He remembered that time when he was reunited with his sister once again when she was taken by the sorceress Yennefer to save her when she was at death's door. He remembered when they were on the road to Nilfgaard, how (y/n) how fought hard to make it appear she was well and that her time in King's Landing had not effected her, tried to deny both to others and to herself that the abuse Daemon had put her through hadn't damaged her in any way. The reality was the opposite, and he remembered the times (y/n) would thrash in her sleep at night, only to wake up screaming in terror, and still thinking she was in danger, only to calm down when she realized she was safe and away from King's Landing and from the Rogue Prince. This had also led to (y/n) crying upon realizing that not being there also meant she didn't her daughter in her arms anymore. There were even times during the day when (y/n) would experience full blown panic attacks on the road seemingly out of nowhere, and not even his nor Geralt's soothing assurance could dissuade her during those times.
It had taken a great deal of time and patience along with some wise counseling from their vampire friend Regis for (y/n) to finally admit that her captivity and the abuse she endured along with having Aemma snatched out of her arms had caused significant intrinsic damage to her psyche.
It had taken some time longer for her to process the trauma, and come to terms that even though she wouldn't be the same person, even though she would still get upset about it at times, she was not damaged beyond repair.
Jaskier wanted to tell her all, and yet...
"It's not a happy story, Aemma," he tells her, "and even if I could, it is not my story to tell." "What do you mean?" Aemma frowned a bit. "your father...he did things to your mother. Bad things," Jaskier explains in a somber tone, "your mother kept those things to herself at first, especially when I came to see her in King's Landing, but I could tell something was wrong. Those bad things had a way of bubbling up to the surface at times. She had nightmares, both during her sleep...and when she was awake."
Aemma put her hand over her mouth to contain the shock. She knew her father could be scary at times, but he was never cruel, not to her, her stepmother, or her sisters. What were those horrible things her father inflicted upon her mother?
"But how- I mean...no, he couldn't have hurt my mother. He loved her, why would he hurt someone he loved? He tried to protect my mother, he tried to protect me from the White Wolf."
"He really did drum that into you, didn't he," Jaskier realized, "Aemma, your mother wasn't taken away from you that night, she wanted to leave. Geralt and myself, we did everything we could to get the both of you out of there, but then your father ripped you from your mother's arms before the two of you could get past the portal-" "my father took me from my mother?" "He didn't- of course he wouldn't have," Jaskier exasperates, "he would have conveniently left that part out."
"But why would-" Before Aemma could finish her question, she looked in Jaskier's eyes and saw flashes of memories past to that night in King's Landing, where Jaskier along with Geralt and (y/n) and some strange woman Aemma did not know were crossing through a portal. It looked like they were in a hurry. She saw Jaskier cross and eagerly await the rest of the party, only to see Geralt and (y/n) go through and the portal close without Aemma in her mother's arms.
She saw her mother cry out at that moment,
"AEMMA!"
The flashback ended and Aemma had no words to say at this point.
"Aemma?" Jaskier gives his niece a confused look at her newfound state of shock.
Aemma quickly gets on her feet and runs out of the tavern past her cousin and the two knights, who were now wondering what the Bard had said to upset the princess.
Chapter 43
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sebdoeswords · 2 years ago
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Illustration of my fic "A Taste of Eternity".
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tallfroggieart · 2 years ago
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@buds-and-baubles I didn’t know if you meant 15A or 15B so I chose the one I think was closer to the mlm flag <3
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Woe, two fictional middle aged men in love be upon ye.
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tigerlyla-of-metinna · 4 months ago
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (except me because obvs I have done it). Spread the self-love ❤
Hi Val!
Thanks for sending this to my inbox. Sorry for the late reply. Been busy these past weeks.
Anyways I dont have that many fics on A03. Two at present and ficlets on tumblr. So if anyone is interested, these are it!
My main fic (Emhyr x Sarah) (A Painting of You) This is the moodboard and fic link. It's a vanilla pairing and wholesome, with hardly any smut (Im not that good at creating tasteful smut yet but I'm working on it)
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2. The sequel to A Painting of You: The Roles We Play. It is still ongoing. I do recommend reading the first fic because it will mention a lot of the previous events.
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3. The ficlet posted in episode format. It's Empress Ciri and Emperor consort Morvran and its a hilarious series of unfortunate events. Lots of naked guest appearances parading around, thanks to a stipulation of the constant GWENT winner. Guess who these guys lost their clothes to:
The other two I'll probably reblog on Sunday. So if you've not seen these, please check them out. have a chuckle on the short story :)))
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iorwethsimp2137 · 2 years ago
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holymanunharmed · 5 months ago
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Another Geroche drawing, with absolutely no context. (Sorry.)
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