#cahir x oc

[kingsmakers]

Celeste of Cintra + The Witcher Season 3

Life has not unfolded the way that Princess Celeste of Cintra imagined. She and Cahir have married and welcomed a son, whose existence they struggle to keep secret while residing at an abandoned estate in the Cintran countryside. Celeste knows their days of peace are numbered; she hungers for vengeance, while Cahir dwells on the guilt of his past actions. Then a twist of fate throws Celeste at the mercy of Emperor Emhyr var Emreis, and the man who sought her as a bride is revealed to be a far more familiar face than she ever could imagined. Tempering her fiery nature to protect her family, Celeste must learn to navigate the consequences of defying the will of an Emperor. As Ciri's power begins to grow, so too does Celeste's, a power she has largely ignored of late. There is something special that dwells within her, and both she and her niece find themselves sought after by multiple parties across the Continent. But there is something else hunting them, something darker still...

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[moonlightpirate]

Law of Destiny

Chapter 2: The Journey Home

Time for Ilaria to travel home to Redania to grieve.

Chapter 1

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Ilaria went up to her room to gather her things. She realized when she arrived that she had a carriage to carry all of her things and there was no way a horse could carry that much stuff. Not only that but she didn't have the time to pack all her stuff. As if reading her mind she heard a knock on the door. 

"Come in." Ilaria Said.

 Emhyr entered the room. He still had a look of concern on his face and it began to make her anxious.  

"I'm not sure how I will bring my stuff home. A horse can't bring all my stuff and there isn't time to get a carriage or even to pack it all." Ilaria groaned.

"You don't need to take all of it. Like I said, you are welcome to come back. Though if you didn't want to come back I would ensure you got your things back." Emhyr reassured. 

Ilaria smiled at him as she went in search of one of her bags that she knew was small enough for a horse to carry and went about deciding what to bring while Emhyr watched her intently. Finally after a few moments he broke the silence.

"I do have a small favor to ask while you are away if possible." He expressed.

"Of course. What can I do?" Ilaria asked, pausing what she was doing and turning to look at him. 

"I've been trying to find my daughter. She was…taken from me. One of your brother's friends I believe is close to the man who has taken her from me. If you were to see her, if you could convince her I'm alive at least I'm sure she would come home to me." Emhyr requested. 

"She thinks you're dead?" Ilaria gasped.

"It's complicated but unfortunately yes. But could you help me?" He pleaded. 

Ilaria looked at him looking for some sort of lie in his eyes. But she only saw sadness and desperation. Finally after a moment she hesitantly nodded. 

"I'll do what I can. What is her name?" Ilaria inquired.

"Cirilla. Most call her Ciri I believe. Last I knew they were heading to Aretuza. But that is very outdated information from a not so trustworthy source so be careful if you do happen to decide to follow it. I do appreciate everything you have done while here and that you want to try to help me find my daughter. To show my appreciation for this and for everything you have done here is a gift for you." Emhyr replied, holding up a beautiful necklace. 

"Oh Emhyr you don't need to give me anything." Ilaria blushed. 

"Please, I want to." Emhyr whispered, moving closer to her.

Ilaria bit her lip as she held her hair up and away from her neck turning her back to him. His hands slipped around her, draping the delicate chain around her neck. The pendant shaped like a small flower nestled between her collar bones, as his fingers finished clasping the necklace she let her hair down and turned to face him. They were dangerously close again. She wasn't sure if it was the heartbreak from losing her mother or how close she was to him but she felt a strong urge to lean in and kiss him. This time he was the one who stepped away and Ilaria let out a shaky breath, as she realized she had been holding her breath the entire time he had been near her.

"I hope you have a safe journey, Ilaria. I am sure I will see you again soon." Emhyr bowed and exited the room. 

Ilaria hurried to finish packing her bag and made her way down the stairs to where Cahir was already waiting for her. She gave him a half hearted smile but he just turned and made his way out to the stable. Ilaria quickened her pace to keep up with him now worried he was mad at her. Once there he helped her onto her horse before securing her bag on the saddle and then got onto a horse himself. They started their journey in silence not sure what to say to the other. Finally after a few days Cahir broke the silence.

"Please be careful." Cahir whispered, gazing deep into the fire they were sitting near.

"What?" Ilaria inquired, looking up at him. 

"With Emhyr. I know he seems charming. But I worry he will use you or hurt you." Cahir sighed, looking at her. 

"He wouldn't do that….." Ilaria began to reply.

"He would! I know him. Don't doubt him!" Cahir shouted. 

"If you don't trust him so much then why are you still working for him? Why not just abandon him?" Ilaria yelled back at him. 

Cahir huffed and glared at her trying to find words. She glared back at him, challenging him to continue the argument. Finally after several minutes Cahir turned around and began sulking. Ilaria sighed in frustration and stared into the fire listening to the sounds of the night. After an hour or so she swore she heard a low ominous growl and looked around slightly nervous. Cahir didn't even move or seem to notice anything as his facial expression remained unchanged. Ilaria listened intently for several minutes. When she didn't hear anything else she began to relax. The moment Ilaria did that she heard a loud snap of a twig breaking and saw Cahir jump, snapping his head up immediately looking for the source. 

"What was that?!" Ilaria inquired, moving closer to Cahir.

Cahir stood up clearly on guard as they heard a low menacing snarl, "I'm not sure. Some sort of creature. Probably hungry. I'm guessing that we look like food to it.".

"I don't have a weapon….." Ilaria whispered, standing up as well growing more nervous. 

"Stay close to me until it shows itself. Once it does get by the horses." Cahir stated, unsheathing his sword.

Ilaria and Cahir were back to back as they both kept a close eye out waiting for whatever was lurking just outside of the firelight to pounce on them. Ilaria gasped as she saw yellow eyes beginning to emerge from the tree line. She nudged Cahir with her elbow so he would turn around. Quickly he put himself between her and the wolf just as it lunged at her. Ilaria ran towards the horses without a second thought and buried her face deep into the horse's mane not wanting to watch the battle. After a cry of pain from the wolf and a grunt from Cahir she didn't hear anything for a moment. Slowly she peeked out from the mane and saw him standing by the fire, the wolf no longer moving.

"Is it dead?" She inquired, nervously moving towards him.

"Yes, it's dead." Cahir responded, wiping the blood from his sword on the grass.

Ilaria sighed as she watched him pick up the carcass and dispose of the body in the bushes knowing they didn't have time for a proper burial. 

"Thank you for saving me." Ilaria admitted. 

"Of course." Cahir shrugged, walking away from her and sat back down in front of the fire. 

Ilaria felt frustrated with him and fought with all of her emotions, "I know you know more about Emhyr than I do. Also I know that you are trying to keep me safe. But I feel like things have been set into motion. Things that I am powerless to stop. Like I am fated to be with him no matter what happens now. No matter what I may wish or you may wish.".

Cahir looked up at her seeing tears forming in her eyes and knew what she was saying was true. Though he had begun to fear it when she first met Emhyr.

"As long as you are close to him then no matter what my thoughts are about him I will continue to follow him and fight for him. If nothing else with the goal to protect you more so than him. Things have happened recently that I do not wish to discuss that have made me less trustful of him. Then you came and honestly I hoped he would continue to ignore your existence so I could sneak away with you or just keep you to myself. But you are right it seems destiny has other plans for you." Cahir revealed.

"Cahir…." Ilaria began.

"Please don't. There is nothing more to be said. All I ask is for you to be careful." Cahir replied, looking into her blue eyes. 

She sighed and nodded as she held back some tears that had begun to form. Finally after several minutes she laid down as her emotions finally hit her. She was still grieving her mother's death and now she was finding out she was hurting a man who had done nothing but care for her in the short time she knew him. All of it was breaking her heart. The next morning Ilaria woke up before Cahir. Quietly she got up and walked to the nearby stream and splashed water on her face to try to reduce the redness of the tears. She stared into the water lost in thought for a few moments. After a few moments she realized the reflection in the water wasn't hers. The hair was slightly more blonde and there was just something about that face that looked just a tad familiar. 

"Ilaria be careful that man is right he will hurt you. Give it time. You don't want to end up like me." The woman cautioned.

Ilaria gasped and quickly began to back away from the water.

"You alright?" Cahir questioned, appearing out of nowhere.

"I…..there was…..in the water….." Ilaria stammered, pointing at the water. 

Cahir walked over to the water and looked back at her with a quizzical look on his face, "There isn't anything in the water.".

"Right. Must have still been dreaming. Silly me." Ilaria chuckled, slowly standing up. 

She glanced back at the water before turning and heading back to the camp so they could leave. Cahir looked back at the water and wondered what she had seen that had spooked her so. Quickly he washed his face and joined her back at camp. They rode in silence and only spoke to signal when they needed a break. After five days on the road the Redanian castle was finally in view. 

"I think this is where we should part." Cahir stated.

"Yes I agree. I do thank you for accompanying me and for saving my life. Also for being my friend when I got to Cintra. I appreciate everything you have done." Ilaria replied, feeling sentimental.

"You make it seem like I will never see you again." Cahir expressed, looking over at her with a sad look on his face.

"Well you never know what will happen from here. You have your mission and who knows what will happen to me. I hope to see you again though. Best of luck." Ilaria remarked, as she rode off on her horse.

Cahir watched her ride off wanting to say more but knowing it was better to let her go. He waited until she was out of sight before leaving himself to start his mission. 

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It was late when Ilaria finally got to the front gates of the castle. The guards recognized her and let her in quickly. They had her dismount the horse and one guard took the horse to the stable while the other made sure she got into the castle safely. 

"Oh daughter, you're finally home." Her father, King Vizimir, exclaimed.

"It's so good to be home. But what are you doing awake? It's very late." Ilaria chuckled as he hugged her tightly.

"I'll sleep once I've avenged your mother my dear. But you have had a long journey dear. You should go get some rest. I'll catch up with you in the morning and tell you of these terrible happenings then. Wouldn't want to disturb your dreams tonight with them." He smiled at her gently as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Thank you father, I appreciate the concern. I am quite exhausted from the journey so I will try to get some sleep." Ilaria smiled, turning away from her father.

The servants had already gathered her things and taken them upstairs to her room. Slowly she made her way up the stairs towards where her room was. At the first landing she paused for a moment because she swore she heard laughter coming from the entertainment room. Knowing it must be Radovid and feeling a sudden surge of rage as she remembered that he was part of the reason why she wasn't able to be here for the funeral, Ilaria decided to wait to go to bed and go confront her brother first. Quietly she made her way towards the room. Once at the doorway there was a strange man who was standing facing towards her but had his eyes focused on the man who was sitting on the couch. She saw the long blonde hair and knew it was Radovid. The other man was tall with slightly long brown hair. He looked slightly familiar but she couldn't place why she knew him. The man had a kind face and Ilaria was a bit worried about why he was with her brother and concerned Radovid was using him. Slowly she approached her brother from behind. Once Ilaria was at the back of the couch she leaned against it. She brushed her hand against Radovids hair to get his attention and gently started to twirl it in her fingers.

"Radovid my lovely who is this delectable creature you have with you." Ilaria purred, slowly twisting his hair until her finger was free from his hair and then ran her finger down the fur of his jacket, locking eyes with the stranger who was looking uncomfortable.

Radovid gasped a bit at the sudden intrusion, "Sister! What are you doing?", he batted her hand away and turned to face her, "when did you get back?" .

Ilaria smirked as she slowly began to wander around the room, "Oh not long really just a few minutes ago.".

"That's excellent! Wait…why have you returned though? Did things not go well?" Radovid gasped, his eyes following her.

Ilaria closed her eyes, anger filling her body. Taking a deep breath she put a smile on her face and faced her brother, "You really can't think of a reason for my return?" She inquired, feigning concern. 

Jaskier looked between the two of them. Nervously he began to back away from the conversation as he could tell Radovids sister was furious with him. Radovid looked at Ilaria puzzled as he tried to consider why she was home.

"Oh ... .mother ... .I'm sorry Ilaria." Radovid whispered. 

Ilaria stayed quiet as the emotions surged through her not wanting to cause a scene in front of a stranger. 

"Ilaria really it happened so fast. I barely had time to mourn myself." Radovid begged.

Ilaria sighed, "Yes but still. I found out a week after the funeral. But, I will not cause a scene here in front of your guest brother. Thank you for introducing us by the way, so kind of you. I am exhausted. It was a long journey home. So I am going to head to bed and tomorrow I am going to see what I can do to help clean up this mess." She turned and headed for the doorway before pausing, "Just know brother I am very disappointed in you at this moment.". 

"Wait! Ilaria, this is Jaskier! Jaskier, this is my sister Ilaria! Please don't be disappointed! Ilaria!" Radovid shouted after her as she walked away. 

Sighing, Radovid turned and looked at Jaskier who was still in the corner looking back at him very concerned. 

"Jaskier….I'm sorry you had to see that. My sister and I have a very interesting relationship. She has been gone for a few months trying to form an alliance for my father with another kingdom. Trust me she is lovely." Radovid pleaded, slowly approaching Jaskier. 

Jaskier kept his distance from Radovid, "She is very hurt and very angry at you. It was taking everything in her not to cry and honestly very possibly stab you. I could see it in her eyes. Whatever you did or whatever it is she thinks you did, I'm sure it won't be cured by a good night's rest." Jaskier stated.

"Jaskier….please…I will make this right." Radovid begged, reaching out for him.

Jaskier turned away, "Maybe I should go." 

"Darling it's late. Please stay. It would destroy me if you left now and something awful happened." Radovid responded, his voice trembling. 

Jaskier slowly turned to face Radovid again. His face was full of fear and concern for Jaskier. It almost pained him that he had that much fear and concern for him but not for his own sister. Jaskier rolled his eyes and sighed in defeat. 

"Fine, I will stay tonight. But I want to be in a separate room. But I will leave in the morning especially if you do not resolve things." Jaskier stated. 

"Of course. Let me have the servants make you a bed in one of the spare rooms." Radovid sighed, stepping out to find someone who could do that. 

Jaskier sighed and sat down on the couch until the room was ready. Once ready Radovid showed him to the room. He made sure Jaskier was comfortable and after a failed attempt at trying to join him in the bed Radovid finally left the room and went to bed himself 

[justinewt]

Nostalgia For Innocence - THE WITCHER Fanfiction Chapter Four

[THE WITCHER FANFICTION-MASTERLIST]

Previous Chapter / Next Chapter (12/19/2023)

Summary: After ending her year-long imprisonment in a dungeon in Cintra, Revynah had gone to a friend of her mother's, Anika, also a druid from whom she hoped to get some help before following Geralt's tracks to Aretuza. In this cottage in the woods, she rested, regained her strength and was confronted with difficult emotions and memories that she had long suppressed.

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Warnings: The Witcher season 3 SPOILERS Part 1 (some dialogues from episode 3 "Reunion"), title based off a quote from Albert Camus, violence, blood, guts, fights, heart-to-heart, fluff

Revynah looked at the little cottage that stood among the trees, a light mist floating in the woods. Gently tugging on the reins, she guided her horse with her and looked around the property, walking past the plant drying racks, when a man's voice spoke a few feet behind her. The mage turned and exchanged a look with him. She frowned slightly, wondering what the unknown man was doing in her mother's friend's house.

“Who are you?”

“I should be the one asking this question. I live here.” She parted her lips, about to respond something and ask him again who he was when another voice rose nearby and said her name. A voice she hadn’t heard since she was a young girl. Anika stepped towards them, a visible look of surprise on her face as she stared at the young woman. The man seemed surprised as well but not for the same reason.

“Otto, this is Visenna’s daughter. Revynah.”

“Anika, you should be resting.” He suddenly looked worried to see the druid up and running and took a few steps towards her, gently grabbing her shoulders. They exchanged a few words, Revynah heard him insist that she go back inside but she pushed him aside and returned her attention to the sorceress.  

“I never thought I’d see you again after Visenna sent you off to Aretuza. Let’s go inside.” She had a soft smile stretching the corners of her lips and motioned for Otto to get the young woman’s horse and led the latter inside the small house. Revynah quietly followed her. The smells of the dried plants and flowers hung above her head brought her memories of her mother’s home, and candlelit lanterns on the walls bringing hints of warm orange light here and there to the room. The druidess had her sit on a small bed nestled in an alcove. She briefly closed her eyes and the first thought that crossed her mind after she sat down was how comfortable the mattress was and how soft the sheets felt under her hand. She hadn't had such luxury in a year, and she had missed having an actual bed. With her back to her, standing on the other side of the room, Anika leaned over a pot that was simmering gently over a fire and she slowly stirred what was brewing in it with a wooden ladle. “How did you end up here after a century?”

“I summoned a portal.” Anika stopped in her gesture and hung the ladle on a small notch in the wall. She knew that the druidess’ question didn’t ask for such a literal answer, but she was tired and didn’t think before deciding to be sarcastic out of the blue. The woman turned around and Revynah gave her the reply she wanted. “I’m looking for Geralt, but I ran into some troubles.”

“If you had arrived earlier, you would have met him. He was just here.”

“What? When?” She instantly went to stand to get closer, but pain shot through her back after accidentally pulling on the skin around the open wounds and she winced, falling back onto the bed behind her. She brought her hand to her side, her palm hovering over her back without daring to touch it. Anika set the Geralt subject aside and handed her a small vial. She drank it, figuring it was something to ease her pain and let out a sigh. Anika sat beside her, silently telling her to let her take a look at what was hurting her. Revynah gritted her teeth as she slipped her arms out of her sleeves and held the front of her robe above her chest as the garment fell down her back, revealing the pitiful state it was left in after the tortures she had endured for months on end. She had gotten rid of the grim covering her body by washing herself at that famr early, but the wounds were probably getting infected anyway since she didn’t have access to potions and because of the toll it took on her, she clearly didn’t have the energy and power to heal herself to such extent. Taking care of her health would be possible with Anika’s help though. Revynah turned her head upon hearing the wooden door of the house open and close as Otto came in. A silence followed as he witnessed the damage. He looked in shock and meeting Anika’s gaze, he went to take something from the crowded surface of the dining table and went back outside, leaving the two women alone.

“What kind of troubles did you run into?”

“Nilfgaard.” The mere mention of the Southern Empire of the continent was enough to throw a chill over the whole room. She would never tell how ironic it was for her to end up tortured by the very man she had agreed to serve after he pulled her out of the rotten hole in which the mages languished during the entirity of the usurper's reign which lasted for two decades, until he was overthrown a little less than ten years ago. Emhyr had been the man to save them and until a couple years ago, she used to think he was the ruler she wanted to follow but now, even if it meant losing Cahir to the White Flame, she would never go back to being a pawn under Nilfgaard’s thumb and in any case, if she did go back, she would be sentenced to death immidietaly, unless she got better and retrieved her full potential and power. She might have never graduated from Aretuza but she was still a pretty powerful mage. The simple fact that she survived so much torture without ever taking any potions was astounding and showed the great extent of her strength and resilience.

Now, she wanted to focus on reuniting with her brother, and it was all that mattered to her. While Anika busied herself with preparing potions and ointments to help heal her wounds and body, Revynah proceeded to tell her about all she went through during her imprisonment in the dungeons of Cintra, how she was stripped naked and hanged from the roof of a cold cell and flogged almost everyday, pieces of her skin and flesh ripped off by the repeated blows, drenching the floor with her own blood as it streamed down her body all day long, how she was sometimes waterboarded when the guards were instructed to stop beating her or she would die too quickly. She told her that on top of everything, when she was free from torture, she still had to drink rancid wine with other prisoners that tested it for poison for the emperor and how she was barely given any food ever. She glossed over her involvement with Nilfgaard in the late 50s and purposefuly chose not to tell the druidess about what she did in the past, including the acts it took for her to get the name of The Aguara of Nilfgaard. Anika didn't need to know, and it wasn't relevant to the tortures. Throughout her bloody story, Anika said nothing, letting her tell all the details she wanted to say outloud. She then promised her she would help and do her best to alleviate her suffering and fix her, though the scars it caused in her mind would be hers to tackle. Revynah drank another potion, to help fight infections and enhance healing. She felt the heat emanating from Anika's hands as she stretched her palms out facing her bruised back, concentrating all her power on it. She grunted when she felt her skin slowly pulling on itself to close the wounds.

“Leave the scars. Don't make them fade away.” She asked, gritting her teeth. Anika didn’t try to argue with her and withdrew her hands once thick raise scars formed all over the skin of her back. Looking at them was unsettling and disturbing and It was far from pretty or nicely healed but it was exactly why Revynah wanted to keep them this way, because if she ever found herself on a battlefield again, she would show them off to shock anyone who would lay eyes upon them and the first person she wanted to shock was Cahir, to try and knock some sense into him. She never wanted to lose him and if she were to lose him to Emhyr’s influence, she would let him go and stop fighting but if she could bring him back on her side, she would try anything. Anika applied an ointment to the scars before wrapping a clean cloth all around her torso so the ointment could penetrate her skin and then gave her a potion that knocked her out of sleep-in seconds so she could sleep peacefully. without being bothered by any pain. She had that same dream again where she saw a tall, broad-shouldered man on top of a hill, with white hair and wearing this necklace with a wolf's head on it. This time, when the man disappeared and left her alone, she found herself in the blink of an eye at the edge of a cliff, the waves crashing against the rocks below. Looking around, she recognized Aretuza in the distance, the school perched on the magical island of Thanedd with its tall tower reaching almost to touch the cloudy sky and its palace beside it. She stood right at the edge of the cliff and woke up when she fell but as her back hit the water, she saw the witcher from the wolf school standing where she was a second prior, though she couldn’t discern his face.

She felt somewhat better after having some rest and straightened up on the bed. Anika and Otto were seated at the table, eating the brew that had been cooking in the cauldron. They noticed that Revynah had woken up and the druid ended their discussion to bring her a bowl which she devoured. She hadn't even realized how hungry she was, she had gotten so used to this constant feeling of emptiness and void in her stomach from being starved over the past months. She thought that she must be a very pitiful sight, she must have lost so much weight since her imprisonment but the fact that her wounds were closed, and healing was a step forward. The rest would follow, unfortunately, she couldn't stay with Anika indefinitely, she would have to leave soon. She got up to peek out the window as she saw the sun's rays still beaming outside.

“It’s morning. The potion you drank put you into a heavy sleep yesterday afternoon. Get some more brew.” She thanked Otto and refilled her bowl to the brim, the soup almost spilling on the floor at every step. She sat next to Anika.

“I can’t stay. I need to get going.”

“You’re very much like your brother, or maybe he gets it from you.”

“Gets what?” She glanced at Anika, taking a spoonful of the brew.

“You’re both so driven.” She gave her a sweet look. Revynah looked into space, thinking about her brother.

“I wish we had the chance to grew up together.” Her nostalgia got less sad and warmer as she remembered the cute little boy Geralt was, brown curls, full cheeks, always running after her. Her little brother. But he had grown since. She felt a wave of regret and sadness wash over her, but her nostalgia got warmer as the memories of their childhood came back in her mind, playing out before her eyes. She chuckled, hearing her brother’s bubbly laughs echo in her mind. “We only ever wanted to please our mother. To make her happy. I wanted to become a druid, just like her. I always helped wounded animals... I would take Geralt mushroom picking with me too. He almost ate a poisonous mushroom one day. I’d gotten distracted...”

“Visenna had always been proud of you. She said that as a child, you already had so much potential. That’s why she thought sending you to Aretuza would be the best option for you.” There was a heaviness to Anika’s voice and the use of the past tense as she spoke of the druidess made her eyebrows twitch. She broke into a cold sweat when the realization of what Anika’s gaze was hiding hit, though she kept a calm expression on her face.

“She’s dead?” There was a silence and Anika didn't even have to move her lips to answer her question.

“She talked about you and Geralt a lot in the end.”

“What happened?” She enquired in a low voice. She wanted to know. “Did she suffer?”

“Geralt asked the same thing.” She chuckled softly but her expression got grave as she continued. The two women looked at each other. “She was mistaken for an elf while helping a villager. She was beaten very badly. Does that make you feel better or worse?”

“I never wanted her to hurt.” Revynah’s eyes drifted to the side, and she stared at her soup getting cold in her bowl without really looking at it. Giving them some privacy for their conversation, Otto quietly stood up and went to take care of something somewhere else in the cottage. “Just wanted her to know what she did.”

“Maybe you didn’t grow up with your brother, Revynah but even apart, you became very similar. It is as if you each have a mind of your own but share the same thoughts. Geralt said the exact same thing when I asked him this question.” She sighed. “Your mother knew. Love for a child forces parents to make the hardest choices of their lives. Impossible ones, even. Chances are, they toil over it for the rest of their lives.”

“What does Geralt remembered of our lives?”

“He said your mother smelled like embers. From—”

“From keeping those measly fires alive for the long nights.” A melancholic smile dawned on her face.

“He remembered the hunger and how you and your mother’s stomachs growled twice as loud as his.”

“I always gave most of my food to Geralt.” Revynah nodded, her eyes progressively getting tearier and as she blinked, a tear rolled down her cheek but her voice ddin’t break. “She used her magic to create elaborate meals that we couldn’t afford. What— what else did he say?”

“That he would have done anything to make her smile. He spoke of the day she left him. She needed water so he went to get her some.”

“Yes. I wanted to go get it with him. He was so little. I wanted to help him lift the bucket of water because I thought it might be too heavy for him but, she drove away before he came back.” She frowned, slightly shaking her head. “I started telling her he wasn’t back yet. I asked her to wait for him that I would go find him and bring her the water quicker, but she told me to sit and be quiet. I didn’t understand what was happening. All I could think about was Geralt. I knew he would be scared when he saw we left him. I didn’t know, so I thought… I thought we would go back for him, but we were leaving the forest. I remember feeling so anxious when I saw this huge, dark tower. And Tissaia… she was so intimidating. I cried. I begged mother not to leave me and she just asked me to be good and promised to come back to pick me up when I finished studying at Aretuza.”

“She loved you the best she could. To save you, she had to let you go.”

“She didn’t save me. She pushed down a spiral of loneliness and loss. Oh, I hated her for it… This can’t have been the only choice.”

“It wasn’t. It’s simply the one she made.” She put a comforting hand on her arm, driving her attention on it. Revynah frowned stronger, closing her eyes shut.

“She never came back at Aretuza. Or maybe she did, how could I know? I hated it so much there that I ran away first chance I got before graduation. I thought I’d managed to hide from the Brotherhood, get a normal life… I didn’t get sterilized at the academy, so I even had a family for a while but, I guess I’d never been that well hidden from them.” She clenched her fist. “I had a son. I even named him after Geralt because I thought he died. The Brotherhood, they got my family killed. My child. The man I married. Even his parents. They didn’t leave anything on their way. So, once again, I ran. I ended up in Nilfgaard. I thought I was far enough from the mages. This time, I was, but I lost myself in chaos.” She didn’t want to tell her about all she did at the time, but she felt the need to say it out loud to someone. Emhyr knew but she never actually told him directly. She needed to look at someone in the eyes while confessing to this. Anika kept quiet. There was nothing she could say that would ease the pain Revynah was feeling from everything she went through in her life. “I spent the next 6 decades, alone in a foreign land and I— I killed people. In every village I came by, I killed a few villagers. In less than, I don’t know, ten years, people started talking about an aguara gone rogue, and I got the name of The Aguara of Nilfgaard. There was never lots of mages there so I was, with too much power and too many feelings I couldn’t cope with. I was angry at everyone and everything…”

“Revynah…” Anika’s hand slipped from her arm when the sorceress stood up, wiping away tears with the back of her hand.

“I have to go now. There are things I need to get done before trying to find Geralt. Did he tell you where he was going?”

“He left for Aretuza.”

“Then I’ll go back to Aretuza.”

“Wait. Before you go, I have something to give you.” Revynah watched Anika go get a small box in a drawer and come back. She looked at her in confusion, unsure what she was talking about. She reluctantly took the box from her hands. “It was your mother’s.”

“My mother’s?” She opened it, not really expecting much from whatever was inside but the shine of the chalcedone amulet on a thin and fine golden band got her to widen her eyes. She couldn’t get her eyes off the piece of jewelry. “What is it?”

“It was a diadem she wore. She wanted me to pass it on to you.”

“How do I— how do I use it? Do I just wear it?”

“I never used it myself, but she told me it grants you protection against mind spells. It allows you to understand the nature of every wound or illness and to cast spells on demand, like telempathy and detection.” As Revynah carefully slid her fingers to pick it up from the box, which she then put down on the table, she went to put it around her head when Anika stopped her for a second. “She also said that it greatly affected her physical and mental health over time. You need to be careful.”

“I will. Thank you, Anika.” She gave a nod to Otto before leaving the house. She had a new destination now, Aretuza. But before going there, she had a stop to make before heading towards the magic school. She had something before finally reuniting with her estranged brother. She walked to her horse and put the diadem in the bag hanging from the side of the saddle and she mounted.  She rode away from the house, taking a moment to weigh the words that had been said in Anika and Otto's home before opening a portal to get to where she wanted faster. What she was planning to do required for night to fall so she went to the nearest village to eat something at the inn. She got off her horse, observing the few people around, a child was playing with a dog near the fence, a woman was sitting in front of a house and washed a cloth in a wooden basin and a couple men talked loudly near the door of the roadhouse and a few others walked around the place, living their daily lives. Revynah grabbed the diadem and placed it around her head, passing her hair over the band. She was curious to try its powers. She tied the rein along some other horses and caressed the mare.

“I still need to name you.” The animal puffed out, whipping the air with its tail. She took a hot second to make up a name and decided to name her Ròswen, which meant white rose in the Nilfgaardian dialect. Obviously after so long, Revynah spoke the language fluently and she chose a name referencing the gift she had made to Cahir a couple years ago, and it was fitting because the mare’s dress was as white as snow. The sorceress then walked into the inn with a small pouch in her hands, with coins in it. She used florens for so long too that she had to double check if her money was the right currency. She got herself some ale at the bar and went to sit in a corner. There weren’t that many people, it was a small town, and it was just noon. She figured it might be livelier in the evening, but she didn’t have the luxury to spend the rest of her day in this hole. After eating a plate of food, she ordered, she spotted a lone guy on the other side of the room.

She had an idea to bring some fun to this dull town. She stood up, walking straight towards him and pretended to accidentally spill her drink on his boots so she could get up close with him. He groaned and started complaining but she bent over, plunging her eyes in his. The two guys that she had seen talk outside were now sitting at the bar, chatting. She ordered to go start a fight and to groan like a rabid animal. She sat in his place, leaning against the wall, nonchalantly eating the chicken he left in his plate and watched the men jump at each other, causing some mayhem in the small establishment. She enjoyed the show for a moment until the guy was knocked unconscious because even though his face was covered in his own blood, he kept going, as if he was mad. She had finished his food anyway and quickly disappeared from the village before people came at her for being a witch and causing trouble, which she was doing, and they would be right because her causing trouble in a quiet town was absolutely related to her having powers. She also stole the man’s knife after he left it on the table.

She went back into the forest, out of sight and when she was about to open a portal, she saw an animal with orange fur not far from there. The poor fox seemed in bad shape, and she decided to approach. Exactly as Anika had told him, the diadem let her know from a single glance that his hind legs were broken and he was dying, sprawled at the foot of a tree. He wasn't a young or baby fox; he was an adult and quite a big one but that didn't change the fact that he was dying. She chose to put it out of its misery and took a deep breath before slitting his throat. She watched a pool of blood grow and taint the dirt when she got an idea. When she first heard that people named her the aguara, she decided to play the part and skinned a dead fox, it was as big as the one right there and she wore the skin as a cape. But back then she had gotten the whole thing preserved so it wouldn’t rot. Maybe she would do the same for this one or discard it later. She wasn’t resuming her role as the Aguara of Nilfgaard anyway. She proceeded to cut the skin off its flesh and broke the neck to pull the skull of the corpse. Her hands and forearms were covered in blood but the more blood the better. She stood up and put the head over her hair and she closed her eyes when she felt blood dripping over her face and she got back on her mount, quickly opening a portal to get to the forest near Cintra, to the exact spot where the soldiers dumped Fringilla and she. She tied her horse to a tree and grabbed some of the ingredients she got from Anika’s house, some saltpeter and phosphorus to make a dragon’s dream bomb for later. She followed the smell of the bodies in decomposition and slowly walked around the fire and she waited until nightfall. When she heard the voices of a couple soldiers approaching with a cart, she knew it was almost time.

“Heavy bastard.”

“Let’s get this over with.” As they swung the first corpse, throwing it on the others, it rolled down and bumped into Revynah's ankles. The silence that followed showed her that they noticed her standing there. She heard them draw their swords out of their scabbards. “Who the fuck is that?”

“Turn around now. Show your face.” The other tried to give her an order but she disappeared. Distraught, they looked around, squinting their eyes as they rose their voices, ordering her to stop this sorcery and show herself. When she did, she was standing behind behind the two men. The flames of the fire below reflected on her bloodstained face. They let out an audible gasp, stepping back and brandished their swords at her. They were shaking, trying to keep their composure but she was aware of the fear she subjected them too. Those two men were among the soldiers that took part in her torture, and she wanted revenge over them, but her plan was also to send a message to Emhyr. She took one step after another towards them.

“Stay back!” A smirk appeared on her face and her lips moved in a whisper. The soldier screamed as his wrist suddenly twisted with a sharp bone-crunching sound. He let go of his sword and it fell to the ground as he held his arm, loudly crying in pain. His peer was frozen in place, unable to run away and it was due to the amulet sitting on her forehead. He was staring at the bright stone with wide eyes.

“Pick it up.” The soldier picked up his weapon and as if in a trance, he sliced in broken hand off and plunged the sharp blade deep into his abdomen. He staggered and fell on the bodies below. He gagged on the blood that filled his mouth and gave a wide look of terror at Revynah who was unphased by the sight of his death. Her head snapped back towards the second guy when she heard a branch crack under his foot. He froze in place again, still holding his sword towards the sorceress. She reached out to the side and attracted the bloodied sword to her hand. It was pulled out of the soldier by an invisible force, and he was briefly lifted, falling back with a soft thump. The man in front of her stood his ground as she approached, and their swords clashed in a concert of metallic noises. She let the blade of her sword slip, and she saw a surge of confidence and arrogance in his eyes. When he was just beginning to believe he was getting the upper hand again, she struck so quickly that it took him a second to realize she had severed the hand that held his sword and cut him across the stomach. He dropped to his knees and stared at the guts he was keeping from falling out with his remaining hand. Revynah grabbed his jaw and forced him to look at her. She must have been a real sight of horror to him after what she had just done, and the mere fact that she was wearing a dead fox skin and her face and hands were as if made up with the blood staining them.

“W-why?” He tried to ask as he choked on his blood. She crouched down, still holding his face, clenching her fingers so tightly on his jaw that the bone was close to shattering under the pressure.

“Look closer, and ask again.” Her voice was cold and accusatory. He stared at her, and she saw in his eyes that he recognized her.

“It’s not possible. Y-you were dead.”

“I don’t die. You can’t kill me.” She raised her voice, shouting in his face with rage and resentment. She quickly gathered herself as she felt the thrill of the revenge killing come back and she herself got scared of where her mind might go. Wanting to get this over with quickly, she called upon the mind control power of the stone and ordered him to get up, hold his guts until he reached Cintra and ask the first soldier he came across that he needed to talk to Emhyr about urgent matters and when brought to him, to tell the White Flame that the Aguara lived and then let himself die at his noble feet.

With a sigh, she watched the soldier move unsteadly, staggering among the trees as he walked away towards the fortified city. The final stage of his plan could now unfold. She hissed at her horse and followed her whinny to find her in the dark. She untied the rein from the tree, got on her mount and trotted back to the fire, taking in her hand the bomb she had earlier. She threw it to the ground and sped her horse away as the bomb released a cloud of gas that quickly spread around the dumping ground. The flames danced dangerously close to the smoke and the forest turned into a huge inferno. At that very moment, Revynah rode at full speed through a portal to get herself to Gors Velen. The island on which Aretuza was standing was magic and she couldn't conjure portals to get her directly to the school so the Temrian city was the closest she could get. Taking advantage of the calm of the night, she skirted the town and went to the water's edge where she removed the fox skin, placing it on her mare's rump and she took off her dress to clean herself and wash the blood of her hair and skin, using the bandage as a a cloth. She bathed in the water, closing her eyes to let herself be lulled by the sound of the waves.

[To be continued…]  

Previous Chapter / Next Chapter (12/19/2023)

Published (08/08/2023) by Andrea

Taglist: @cathrin2405​ @kika64

[seancekitsch]

Top 5 favorite fics you've written :)

maybe this is biased or something but these are the ones im most proud of

the prize buck series: a non linear klaus hargreeves x reader series spanning more than one timeline and is heavily inspired by a klaus playlist that i also have in my masterlist

2. wow, i can get sexual too: an adrian chase x reader series inspired by an amazing anon that honestly is one of the most fun things ive ever written

3. the intended series: a cahir x reader series that came to me in a dream and i love the reader character/oc i created for it and its just fun i got to play god with both show and book cahir to make my own little man who also has a playlist

4. pure evil: a richie kirsch x reader fic with a few accompaniment drabbles bc idk the spirit of loving richie just embodied me this wasn't requested but it was so fun to write and has a playlist

5. indiana handshake: an eddie munson x reader x steve harrington threesome fic thats just... dirty. i dont even know why i wrote this it was just in my brain and it came out and i love it

[alpydk]

THINGS THAT I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW ABOUT MY FELLOW WRITERS

this is a super fun tag prompt list, thanks @orangekittyenergy

tagging: @sofancydancy and @senualothbrok

Right, let's see how this goes.

Last book I read: Pride and Prejudice. Had never read it before but the whole Tim Downie cameo got me doing it. Then watched the BBC series with a friend and we swooned something major over Colin Firth. I've picked up some other books since then but just haven't found the motivation to get through them. Looking at Dark Tower book 5 as well for the last year...

Greatest literary inspiration: I'm honestly not sure. My partner is the real reader of the two of us. I've enjoyed Dark Tower, The Witcher Series (Honestly still in love with Cahir from them), and Leaves of Grass is my poetry go-to. But inspiration, going to be silly but the Hardcore series by Andy Remic (RIP), is such a great series of books. They're not the most literary genius type books but the action is cool, I love the characters. They make me want to write cool shit too.

Things in my current fandom I want to read but I don't want to write:

Smut. Honestly, my abilities with writing smut are limited. I have no patience for flowery language (yeah I write poetry but I know what I mean.) but it means when it comes to writing my own smut it is very matter-of-fact and lacks what I'm looking for. I'm also very picky about my smut due to an annoying logical brain. If you say someone moves their arm and then they move something else I see that and if I can't follow it directly I'm just going to put it down.

You can recognise my writing by:

Lots of short prose-type sentences. I like the effect of repetition and I especially like writing in a more personal talking type way. I especially love to monologue so if anyone does recognise my writing it's probably from these things. I especially love writing anything angst, it's so therapeutic and I love being able to draw out emotions from other people. I can do this with sweet fluff stuff too but angst really is more enjoyable.

My most controversial take ( current fandom):

I hate the word folds. (Not fandom relations but still.) Makes me think of a packed ham sandwich.

Fandom-related though - Astarion fans can get pretty feral over their views of his character. I get it, Gale fans are the same but I've left groups over the rabidness.

Current writing mood (10 – super motivated and churning out words like crazy, 0 – in a complete rut): Currently about a 4 but it can vary depending on the hour and the inspiration. I completed the Nana story and now feel a little lost as to what the next project will be. Ideas are escaping me.

Top three favourite tropes: The whole "enemy to lovers" thing. I mean this in a 2 people who argue and fall in love, not as in the real enemies to lovers.

Star-crossed lovers, especially if they really are both doomed. Astarion/Karlach if she is going to burn up. I love that tragic acceptance. Give me more of that.

I like a loveable rogue too. Hook from OUAT.

Share a random frustration: AU fiction losing characterisations. Once your fiction hits a point where you could replace the characters with any other from any other series I'm going to stop reading it. Great, you want X to be sub, but if he wouldn't actually act that way in canon, why are you even using him as a character? It's AU, fine but then make it OC or use another fandom. Don't force me to read through 13 chapters of semi-ok stuff just to destroy the characters so you can fulfil the soap opera-esque drama that gets you the hits. I get it's difficult but this is my pet peeve. Rant over...

[megraen]

WIP POLL GAME

Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received.

Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton and @incognito-insomniac

Tagging: @cassietrn @miss-jennifer-cormier @ladykatie512 @glitchinginthegarden @voidika

[andordean]

Fic: Broken Pieces, Cahir/Ciri

No schedule, we post at random. Chapter 8 is up!

"We are so alone and vulnerable," Ciri called out towards the rooftops in a hushed tone that somehow managed to be heavy with mockery. Cahir could have sworn that the short, narrow street they were on was deserted save for them two, but the next moment there was a movement to his left, and a slim figure appeared out of nowhere beside them.

"Hi there, bandit," the stranger slid out from the shadow and revealed half-elf features and a wide grin.

The man was wearing a few different shades of unassuming greys and browns that allowed him to blend in with his surroundings; the only sign of extravagance were his eyes, accentuated with purple kohl, and his dark hair braided in a complicated pattern. Cahir couldn't even begin to guess his age.

"Good to see you too, thief.” Laughing, Ciri stepped into the man's outstretched arms.

The half-elf gave her a quick, strong hug; then he looked at Cahir over Ciri's shoulder. "You trust him?"

"With my life.”

***

Pat appeared out of nowhere and took over half of this chapter and I’ll kill for him. Beta for the chapter by @merulanoir​, heart eyes for the picture to @namesonboats​

[popcorn1989]

𝐶𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡.

Prompt List for Requests - Requests Open

Updated -> 11.01.2023

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Fan Videos - Witcher, Vikings, Others: [Click Here]

Gifs List - Arnas, Eamon, Others: [Click Here]

Requests - Witcher, Others: [Click Here]

Other Stories and Fanfics - [Click Here]

One Shots:

Cahir --- The Man of the white Flame -- Words: 1957

Cahir x Jaskier --- You have no Idea -- Words: 948

Cahir x Rience --- Chapter 1 -- Words: 308

Cahir x Rience --- Chapter 2 -- Words: 344

Cahir x Rience --- Chapter 3 -- Words: 555

Cahir x Rience --- Let's fight -- Words: 657

Cahir x Jaskier --- Don't you Dare -- Words: 1730

Rience x Cahir --- Set me one Fire -- Words: 2934

Rience x Jaskier --- Stand by my Side -- Words: 1914

Rience x Jaskier --- Please don't do that -- Words: 1130

Rience x Jaskier --- I am Fed up -- Words: 1811

Rience x Jaskier --- Valentine Couple -- Words: 217

Jaskier x Rience --- You're in my Mind -- Words: 877

Jaskier x Rience --- Jaskiers last Hope *1 -- Words: 1400

Jaskier x Rience --- Jaskiers last Hope *2 -- Words: 1373

Jaskier x Rience --- May I help you? -- Words: 1154

Rience x F!Reader --- Erotic -- Words: 908

Rience x Cahir x F!R --- Uninhibited Night -- Words: 1563

Rience x Renfri --- Never Again -- Words: 1372

Rience --- All is Well -- Words: 427

Funny Stuff:

Witcher Boys Drive Bus 🚌

If the Witcher boys were dogs 🐩

When you play Poker with rhe Witcher-Boys 🃏

Witcher boys in The Lion King 🦁

When you suddenly stand in front of the naked Witchers

When you have to Shop, with the Witcher-Boys

Rience x Oc (Own Character) Chapters:

Prehistory - Click Here --- Words: 833

You don't know how I feel ---Words: 3104

Let me show you ---Words: 2744

Dont Tell me that --- Words: 2680

I fight by your side --- Words: 2251

Whatever you say --- Words: 2778

Kill me, if you want it --- Words: 2827

My soul is on fire --- Words: 2029

to be continued....until Netflix gives us more

Okay, this is my Life: Here - In progress

Story Summary: Ivar has a hard life, but soon everyone turns against him. Soon he knows that this is his life. These are connected stories from Ivar's life, and we accompany him a bit.

Vikings - You're my Blood: - paused

Story Summary: Ivar was stabbed in battle, against the King of Wessex, by an unnamed soldier. And Hvitserk has converted to Christianity. But something happened that turned Hvitserk’s life upside down, he had to make a choice, and he is taking a dangerous path.

The Long Journey --- Words: 2917

The Stranger --- Words: 2879

Hopeless --- Words: 3163

The Search --- Words: 2817

Coming Soon.....

One Shots:

Ivar x Hvitserk -> You will not Go to Hel --- Words: 2126

Vikings x Reader -> The Prophecy --- Words: 7381

Ivar x F!Reader -> Honey Lips --- Words: 5608

Floki x F!Reader -> White Bird --- Words: 8474

Ivar x Hvitserk -> Summer Fishing --- Words 1175

Ivar x Hvitserk -> Summer Beer --- Words: 1277

Hvitserk x Reader -> I See you --- Words: 5807

Floki x Ivar -> Witchcraft --- Words: 3573

Funny Stuff:

WhatsApp Chats between You and Vikings-Characters*1

WhatsApp Chats between You and Vikings-Characters*2

When you try to bake with the Vikings boys

If you ask the Viking boys how their day was

If you want the Vikings Boys to pull a tooth for you

One Shots:

TLK Boys x F!Reader - "Im the real man Here"

TLK x F!Reader - The Wolf and the Lamb

Funny Stuff:

If you ask The last Kingdom men...

Request Prompts - Here

.... for help with the Xmas party

.... if they train with you.

[randomfandomimagine]

💫 AU | 🖤 Angst | 💚 Angst With A Happy Ending | 🎄 Christmas | 🐻 Familial | 🌟 Fave | 💛 Fluff | 🎁 Gift | 🎃 Halloween | 💙 Hurt / Comfort | 🏳️‍🌈 LGBT+ | 👤 No Reader Insert | 🌼 Platonic | 🌈 Pride | 🎵 Songfic | 💕 Soulmate AU | ❗ Trigger Warning | 💘 Valentine’s Day

Series

Soul of a Warrior [Jaskier x OC] [Finished] 🌟

Geralt of Rivia

Imagines

Shapeshifting In Front Of Geralt

Prompts

"I'm the hardest goodbye that you'll ever have to say" 🖤

Cirilla of Cintra

Imagines

Defending Ciri From The Witchers

Jaskier de Lettenhove

Imagines

Playing With Jaskier's Long Hair 💛

Headcanons

Jaskier's Baker S/O 💛

Jaskier Helping You Feel Confident 💙

Drabbles

You're My Destiny

It Will Be Alright 💙

Sing For Me 💛

Prompts

"The minute I met you the colors of my life began to pour" 💛

"You're the only one who understands me" "You don't have to worry about me" "I'm so proud of you" 💙

Cahir

Prompts

"You could have died"

Eskel

Headcanons

Eskel Teaching You How To Fight

Lambert

Headcanons

Lambert Flirting With You

Misc

Preferences

Being Their Child And Getting Hurt 🖤

Their Healer S/O

[herblinz]

Fic Writer Review

I was tagged by dear @andordean , and I’m tagging @ro-the-bard-writer @wholelottatiffy, @dclcq I know you are a private individual but I’m taggin anyway just to beep you a “hey luv ur stuff” And my new fandom fren @xuelingxu :D 不知道你写不写文，如果不写的话权当没看见啦

1. How many fics on AO3?

9 fics if we include super short fic-trailer (195 words lol), and I’m translating Jawanaka’s Ciri fic

2. Total AO3 word count?

111,522 🌱 all the couldves and wouldves aside, I’ve been writing fanfic for almost 3 yrs now, wow. Time flies.

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Two. Cyberpunk 2077, Witcher.

4. Top five by kudos?

Seeking Resonance (modern AU Regis x You)

The Dream of Possibility (shitty two-crown-romance Regis x OC)

The Memory of Vines (abandoned; Regis x OC)

The Path of Aloneness (V x Takemura)

Half Moon, Full Circle (Regis x Queen of the Night)

5. Do you respond to comments, why/why not?

I almost always do! Love those who took time to comment; grateful always and happy my words made people feel stuff. There were times I DID NOT reply, however, and I ask for forgiveness and understanding: it’s either going to be a late reply, or, silly me but sometimes I feel so underserving of such loving comments I’m floored and cannot bring myself to reply.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with angstiest ending?

You mean fics dont have to angst? I’m not sure as I always strive for a balance of angst and catharsis so I avoid end on an angsty note. Maybe the Takemura one-shot? Or my current Lara Dorren & Cerro fic.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

If it counts, my stupid first fic. A cyberpunk 2077 character dimension traveled to the witcher world. Why to date Regis ofc and she got there bc of Ciri & Avallach

8. Have you received hate on fic?

Everyone has been so nice and civil, i don’t recalling seeing drama in others’ fics either :D #myfandomisdabest

9. Do you write smut?

👏

But I haven’t had the right fic idea for a long time to be able to write smut. Two nights ago on my insomnia bender i was thinking abt Angela Carter and had an idea; something fit for Halloween 🧛‍♂️

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Wym? Plagiarized or being posted to other sites? Either way, I don’t know:D

11. Ever had a fic translated?

No. Don’t think I’ve written enough in the fandom yet

12. Ever co-written a fic before?

And again sadly no. I do love the idea though! Someone plz hit me up.

13. All time favorite ship?

Very hard question. Regis x Dettlaff? Regis x OC (i include minor char like Queen of the Night, Tissaia as oc). Ciri x Cahir. 🖤 Geralt x Yennefer🤍

14. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

If it’s a WIP that is not progressing at the moment, I don’t want to finish xD

15. What are your writing strengths?

According to feedbacks, prose, or style. Personally I think I’m ok with setting the mood. I also like to research and worldbuild

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

I’m learning to implement this! But I think dialogue is my strongest weakness. Next would be I tend to drag on every action in a scene, like A first B then C then D while it could’ve been A->D. But this I pay attention to in editing. I’m bad at summary, not good with titles. Also, maybe for lacking in practice, I think I’m still trying to figure out how to structure a cohesive plot

17. What are your thoughts of writing dialogue in other languages?

As in having a character speaking other languages in the fic? Ask yourself 1) must they speak that language? Does it make sense? If you write from any POV other than that chatacter’s, why would the narration presume to understand the language? Is it relevant to the plot they speak that way? 2)are you fluent in the language? Don’t make grammar mistakes and don’t use it for cultural exoticism

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Witcher. My once and future.

19. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Ha! “Favorite” and “I” in the same sentence?… Seeking Resonance maybe; that modern AU Professor Regis is a very comforting character (but also profoundly sad), it also made me happy to see it has made others feel better too.

I think my current super niche fic might be my favorite yet? Idk, it’s the biggest project i’ve tried and I do try. By the fallacy of sunken cost it should mean ill love it 😂

[kingsmakers]

What's Celeste's relationship like with Emhyr? What about Fringilla?

Ooft I'm sorry this took ages to answer, I am a bit of a part-timer around here these days lmao.

Spoilers for Let It Burn and probably the show/books under the cut:

Emhyr:

So Celeste finds out fairly early on, late Season 1 territory I'd say, that she was captured when Cintra fell because Emhyr intends to take her as his wife and for her to bear him a child.

For those who know the books, this is what he wants from Ciri, which is obviously problematic since Ciri is literally his daughter. I haven't read the books, but my understanding of the situation is that Emhyr is so hungry for power that he doesn't care that it's incest, because Vilgefortz made him believe that he was destined to have a son with Ciri due to her Elder blood.

So therefore in LIB, as Celeste also has Elder blood and is in her early 20s at the start of the story, it stands to reason that if he believed she was the one he was destined to have a child with, that sort of fixation would be the same. Still weird as Celeste is Pavetta's younger sister, but no blood relation. Of course Celeste doesn't realise who he is until she meets him in Season 3, and I would say their dynamic is civil but tense. Especially because at this point, Celeste has had a son with Cahir so she has literally proved to Emhyr that she is capable of exactly what he wants her for.

Fringilla:

I love Fringilla and Celeste's friendship tbh. Like Cahir, Fringilla was aware of why they had captured Celeste, and like Cahir she didn't really care for Celeste's opinion on the matter. However, as she gets to know Celeste as a person, it's harder for Fringilla to be impartial. Especially as Celeste is so resistant to being seen as a broodmare and hates the fact that Cintra fell so that Emhyr could use Ciri's power and have Celeste pop out babies for him.

Things start to get murky with Fringilla's loyalties when Celeste falls pregnant by Cahir, because it's accidental and throws their whole plan to hand her over to Emhyr in the bin. Originally she wants Celeste to have the child, have him sent off to be raised somewhere else, and bring Celeste back so she can still marry Emhyr as planned. But once she realises Celeste's obvious distress about this plan, Fringilla sort of starts changing her mind and ultimately helps Celeste run away.

So because Fringilla manages to pin the whole escape on Cahir, she's still serving Emhyr when Celeste is brought to Cintra in Season 3, which again puts her in the position of "do I help this woman again and risk my neck for good, or do I stand idly by and let Emhyr's plan unfold?"

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i'm sorry if this is super intrusive and you're by no means obligated to answer if it makes you uncomfy, but do you tend to block a lot of people for random reasons? we've never interacted but it sent by rejection sensitive dysphoria into overdrive bc i feel i did something wrong

oh yeah i definitely do. don’t worry if you’re blocked you’re one among many and it doesn’t necessarily mean i even dislike you or your content.

top reasons i block people which don’t necessarily mean i dislike them:

they post netflix witcher / geraskier content (i just don’t wanna see it)

they post regis x dettlaff as a ship, seem to sexualize regis or draw him naked/shirtless, ship regis with women, or draw/write/interact positively in some way with the idea of regis as he is in the 13th century, not at stygga, relapsing and drinking blood from geralt or some other bastard

they post a lot about characters i dislike (especially if they woobify them, like “omg my pwecious wittle avallac’h,” “awww emhyr is so sweet,” “philippa is ciri’s fun owl aunt”) ... dettlaff fits on this list but eh i also kind of don’t care about him, it depends how i’m feeling

or they post hate for characters i like (this point basically translates to “unwarranted hate on yennefer” but ive also seen hate for milva too)

they post about other ships i dislike (e.g., geralt x eskel, geralt x lambert, geralt x emhyr, ciri x avallac’h, ciri x cahir, cahir x geralt, etc , etc... i could provide a whole list tbh but i’d end up forgetting so many)

they post a lot about their OCs and tag it with the main witcher tags (which isn’t something i dislike it just clogs up the tags and i can’t find anything)

making a lot of unnecessary or in my mind tasteless sexual jokes / content about the witcher (for example the “men get pegged” meme annoys me, and it’s harmless, but it annoys me)

in regards to actual dislike, a common reason i block people in terms of like ACTUALLY disliking them is like, if they reblog a lot of thinly-veiled ped*philia/inc*st/abuse fiction apologism like “fiction doesn’t affect reality, let fanfiction writers write whatever the hell they want!” ... another common reason is/was if they (related to twn) are like “the witcher is a polish/slavic series so it only white people should be in it, poc can’t represent polish/slavic culture” like smh get better values and critical thinking skills

but yeah if we’ve never interacted it’s not like i hate you or anything i just might not have wanted to see your content, im sorry i kind of know how it feels because some blogs i like but haven’t ever spoken to have blocked me and it’s disappointing, but it’s like eh c’est la vie, that’s their decision ig so im gonna respect it, but i am curious as to why i got blocked... if you really actually want to talk to me about it and/or you don’t feel like you fit in with any of the above categories, honestly feel free to send me another anon with your url to unblock you and we can dm about it and ill say the reason i blocked you, i don’t mind explaining but also i don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings if they are sensitive to being blocked for a specific reason, so it’s up to you!! no pressure either way and no ill will

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The Aguara of Nilfgaard - THE WITCHER Fanfiction Chapter Three

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Summary: Imprisoned and tortured for a whole year, Revynah had started to lose hope. She was going to die alone in a dungeon in Cintra, her whole body mutilated and her mind shattered, the white of her skin turned red from the blood she was covered in. She had lost hope of ever reuninting with her brother. This was the second time in her life that she stopped listening to what her mother used to say. She stopped clinging on to hope and let herself fall in the darkness of chaos but unlike the first time, she was powerless, at the mercy of sadistic guards.

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Warnings: The Witcher season 3 Part 1 Spoilers (episode 2 “Unbound” and episode 3 “Reunion”), torture, mention of waterboarding and flogging, description of wounds, scars, blood, angst, brief fluff scene, mention of murders

“Cut her down.” Revynah weakly lifted her, watching the knight walk around her. Eyes tired, she looked up when the chains clinked above her as he untied her.

It had been several days since they had left her hanging from the ceiling of that dark, damp cell in which those same knights had enjoyed torturing her every day oher life since she was imprisoned a year ago. She had never been executed by Emhyr, like Fringilla told her she would, for betraying Nilfgaard but considering what had been done to her instead, she would almost have preferred to be killed. The first couple months, she was isolated in that very cell, and they would flog her. All day, every day and for hours at a time, usually about a hundred times a week, sometimes a little less. It would only stop when the knight’s arm started to hurt but they would take turns so quickly after the previous one took a break, another would take on and keep flogging her while the other asked the questions, because as they whipped her repeatedly, they interrogated her on what she knew of her brother’s whereabouts, and therefore Ciri’s too but she didn’t know anything and she wasn’t even lying. She hadn’t seen her brother in over a century, since their mother left him in a forest, and she was brought to Aretuza to learn how to control her chaos and magic. 

The last she saw of her brother was him running through the forest with a wooden bucket to get water from a nearby stream for their mother. She told them this more times than she could count but the emperor was reportedly not pleased with the information she was willing to give them and there was nothing she could do about it because she had no information to give them in the first place. The only somewhat recent things she knew about her brother were things they already knew and after about a month, they stopped interrogating her, but they kept going with the flogging, though it became less frequent. She had been flogged on her back, legs and stomach. It was a total butchery. Blood was constantly dripping down her whole body as every inch of her skin was covered in welts and large opened wounds, and a pool of blood was growing under her feet, her toes dangling above the floor. They had left her alone for a couple weeks and she thought that they were done with her, leaving her to starve to death, die from her wounds or from exposure. She couldn’t even use her magic because of the shackles at her wrist, which prevented her from doing so and she could only wait for time to pass by, and ultimately die, but she didn’t. She heard a guard come in with a piece of stale bread. They were done interrogating her as it was pointless, but they weren’t so done with toying with her. A doctor was called in to check her wounds and the poor man couldn’t even bare the sight, nor could he the stench that linged in the room. To Revynah’s relief, he declared that if she was to get more whipping, she wouldn’t survive it.

“The White flame is generous.” The knight then said with a smirk, knowing that it wasn’t an act of kindness. 

The emperor of Nilfgaard was incapable of that, and even when she found herself to be his loyal mage, she never believed that. He saved her and Fringilla from the same cells and dungeon they were now both locked up in. It was hard for her to believe that there had been a day when she was an assassin and spy under Emhy’rs thumb, sent to the North to carry assignments he gave her, that is until she learned of the White Wolf and everything she believed in was shaken, the narrative and reality she had built for herself was shattered completely, for the sole reason that she now knew her brother lived. And it was enough to drive the loyalty she had for Emhyr out of her heart and mind, though it wasn’t as effective regarding Cahir, but she would rather not think about him as of now. A year ago, after Fringilla and him were pushed into her cell, she thought they would both be left to rot in there with her but Cahir, now demoted as a simple soldier, was sent off to raid caravans and Fringilla taken somewhere else to taste wine with other prisoners, to make sure the emperor wouldn’t get poisoned. 

And, well, Revynah’s torture began, or really, tortures in the plural. After the flogging sessions became scarcer, though they kept on happening every now and then, spilling more blood to feed the pool at her feet, the knights would sometimes forget about her, or so they said and leave her in the cell for days at a time, coming back with very little to feed her. The first time they unchained her in weeks was to sit her on a stool in the center of the room, only to tie her back to the ring in the ceiling with a longer chain, keeping her arms stretched above her head but she could barely feel them anymore as they had gotten so numb over time. Their game this time was to waterboard her, again, all day every day, for hours at a time. A guard grabbed her hair, pulling her head backwards while another held a cloth over her face and the other poured the water. It seemed to be very entertaining for the three of them. Seeing the sorceress struggle, pulling on her chains, hurting herself and hearing her gag as she almost drowned each time because they kept pouring water for so long. She was left disoriented, gasping for air and her face so wet she could barely feel herself crying from the emotional distress the whole ordeal put her in.

They didn’t give a shit, and this became a horrific routine for Revynah. Everyday they would come back with more water and less food. They called her names, insulted her and laughed at her misery, wasting air she craved. They perpetrated this torture at a steady pace for a little over a month, then once again they did it less often and then one day Revynah was dressed in a worn-out cape and dragged into a larger room where she found Fringilla and other prisoners, empty glasses on the table at which they were seated, slumped on for some. For the first few days, Revynah was lying on the floor in a corner of the room, her eyes blank, staring into space and she didn't move a finger. The only evidence of her survival was her eyes blinking and her chest heaving as she breathed weakly. She didn't know why but Fringilla would give her some of the food that was given to them, helping her take a few sips of the wine they were left with. The first time she tasted it, she spat it out but eventually, she was so thirsty she had resigned herself to drinking it. When she spoke again after months of torture, it was to thank Fringilla. The two were never friends and Fringilla didn’t really like Revynah from what she had gathered over the years. The latter was an older and somewhat more powerful sorceress, despite never actually graduating from Aretuza, since she ran away before the ceremony. 

They knew that Fringilla was the official mage serving the emperor and Revynah did his dirty biding in the North. Until she came back to the academy with her colleague, no one had heard from her in years if not decades. There had been rumors of what people had called ‘the aguara of Nilfgaard’ but after she was imprisoned by the usurper for being a mage, the rumors began to be told less vividly throughout the empire. What was funny to Revynah was that she had never even been condemned for what she did to earn herself that nickname, she was only ever arrested for the fact that she had an affinity to chaos and never for the murders she committed, leaving disembowelled bodies like a trail behind her, though no one ever caught her. This was one of the drakest chapters of her life, and her biggest secret. Though, one single person knew about what she did, and it was the emperor. It was because he knew she could kill without ever being seen or caught, that he had made her his assassin. With the brotherhood having lost track of her and the fact she literally had no one to ever turn to, she was the perfect candidate. And she was very efficient at her job, so much so, Emhyr entrusted her with more duties. He probably thought she was one of the few people with real, unfailing loyalty to him, since he had rescued her from that cell, she was rotting in. He had some trust in her, though he didn't like mages in general, but she never failed him, until she did.

“Bring her back with the others.” The guards who had untied her dragged her down the dungeon's corridor and dropped her heavily into the room with the other prisoners. She was in such a constant state of pain, her whole body aching every second of the day, that she didn't even react and just stared at the ceiling for a moment, until Fringilla's exhausted face appeared above her, catching her gaze. The latter helped her sit at the table, on which Revynah could only collapse on. She watched Fringilla as she drank from her cup.

“Come on, drink up.” She handed her cup to the red-head and Revynah straightened up with difficulty, leaning on her arm as best she could. She almost dropped the cup but managed to take a few sips before putting it down. It tasted terrible but her stomach was so empty, she could have swallowed anything. She quickly fell asleep from the exhaustion. That night, she had a bad dream, like every other night for a year now. They were restless nights, plagues by incoherent and dreadful nightmares. A succession of disjointed and deformed memories entangled with her traumas and the torture she endured.

That night, she dreamed that she was back in the town where she lived the happiest and quietest couple of years of her whole life, where she met the father of her child and started to build a family of her own, until she was found by the brotherhood and everything went up in flames, except her. But this time, there was no fire. She walked down the street, looking at the piles of bodies surrounding her. Blood covered the cobblestones. She realized she held something in her hands and looked down. In her arms was the bloody corpse of her very own baby, a gaping hole in his tiny chest, and in her hand, a pumping heart. An immense despair then assailed her and a feeling in her guts made her realize that it was her doing. She was suddenly convinced that she had gutted her own child, as well as everyone else in town. She broke down in tears and fell to her knees, accidentally pressing the heart in her hand. The organ exploded at her face and she gasped, closing her eyes. Her hair was pulled down and she started gagging, a cloth on her face. She recognized the fat laughs of the knights, pouring water over her face, except it wasn’t water. It was blood they were drowning her with. She woke back in the room with a start, her eyes wide and her breath short. She was shaking and sweating profusely, trying to take deep breaths to calm herself down. Today was the day for another type of torture. She joined the others in tasting wine to make sure it wasn’t poisoned. When she wasn’t being flogged or waterboarded, drinking cups after cups of wine was what she was forced to do and with her whole-body aching and her throat sore, the alcohol didn’t make things better. She couldn’t even enjoy it. The wounds on his body barely had any time to heal before the knights came back at it, reopening the fresh scars with their lashes. And to make it even better, she was being denied any care so she was left to deal with her pain on her own so she drank as much as she could when she was on wine-testing duty. If she didn’t have those damn shackles and chains that repressed her magic, she would have painted the walls of the dungeon with their guts.

Sitting in the corner of the room, her head resting against the wall, Revynah stared ahead of her, half listening to the exchange between Fringilla and one of their cellmates as they drank. The cell was shrouded in darkness, lit by a few candles clustered at the center of the table and a large fire burning in the fireplace next to her. None of them had seen the light of day in months. It felt like they had been here forever and if it weren’t for Fringilla, Revynah would have had no idea that it had been a year since they were imprisoned. Being isolated for as long as she had and only ever being tortured messed up with her. She rolled her head to the side when she heard mice squeaking somewhere in the room. Revynah scooted closer to the fire, her face turned towards it. It wasn’t even winter and yet she felt so cold. She had chills all over her body.

“You wanna hear a good joke?” Fringilla was leaning on the table, her hand supporting her head. “I was born with more power than most could comprehend. Learned to bend Chaos to my will. Designed to live forever young and beautiful in the upper echelons of the court. Only to die here in a wine cellar with all of you…”

“You know the problem with you mages?” The man’s voice was hazy with alcohol. Fringilla glanced at the other prisoners around them and looked back at him.

“What?”

“You’re too bloody serious.” Fringilla was seized with a fit of laughter, nodding to the statement, slumping on the table.

“Yeah, helping the Brotherhood keep their power by proppin’ up rotten kingdoms is serious work.”

“Won’t be the case when Nilfgaard takes over.”

“Why?”

“Emhyr has no use for the mages. Case in point.”

“If I ever get out of here, I’ll play that game much smarter.” The former sorceress said to herself.

“I saw a man try to escape once. They sent the dogs after him. Tore him, limb from limb. The Emperor only absolves you once you’re dead, love.” His head tilted forward and fell gently on the table. Hearing his voice fade, Revynah glanced in their direction and crossed Fringilla’s gaze as she tried to get him to wake up, but he didn’t even react when she almost pushed off his seat and called for the guards. Another one of them had died. A knight came in with a body bag and threw it on the man.

“Put him in the bag. The lads will help me throw him out.” Fringilla sighed and Revynah saw her stare at the late prisoner. She wondered what she was thinking about as she stayed quiet for a few seconds before looking at her fellow sorceress against the wall. It didn't take her long to figure out the plan she had in mind. They were going to play dead. Fringilla called out to the guard, staring at Revynah, who stared back at her with her eyes blank. “What? Come on. Put him in the bag already.” 

Fringilla stayed quiet for a few seconds and turned to point at the red head. She spoke with a calm and poised voice. 

“We need more bags.”

“All that wine just makes them heavier.” The knight grunted as he grabbed the last body bag lying in the cart, throwing them away into the forest.

Revynah was still biting her hand hard to keep her from moeaning in pain after they threw her body rolling down among the others. She was going to have bruises all over her arms given how she had hit the ground and she could feel her wounds had reopened. The fabric of her clothing was sticking to her bloodied back. Her hand had gone numb from the biting, but it was unmatched by the pain that had gripped her as she felt the unhealed scars all over her back rip open in her fall. It had brought tears to her and a quiet whimper that she hadn't been able to contain but none of the two guards there had picked up on it and once they took care of the last body, they walked away. The horses neighed and the cart drove away. There was a silence lulled by the crackling flames of a nearby fire. Revynah tried to calm herself, unclenching her jaw from her hand with a shaky breath. She only dared to move when she heard noises next to her. She knew it was Fringilla getting herself out of her body bag. She got the confirmation when the latter called her name to find out what bag she was in and get her out in turn. 

Fringilla crawled to her and pulled open her bag and helped pulling her out. Gritting her teeth and grunting Revynah sat up and it took her a few seconds and some deep steady breaths to get over how badly she was hurting all over, and urged by her fellow sorceress, she eventually followed her lead, climbing with difficulty over the dead bodies. It was one of the most strenueous efforts she ever had to make. Fringilla grabbed her hands and helped her up. The two staggered as they walked away. They glanced at each other, looking to their left, watching the lights of the fortified city of Cintra twinkling in the distance, and to their right, a dark path stretching as far as the eye could see in the forest. The first choice they had to make was in which direction they would go, and they both knew that they couldn't go towards Cintra, or they would either be thrown back in the dungeon or killed on sight. They also had to take care of getting rid of their chains and cleaning themselves up because they were scary to look at, and Revynah needed to heal her wounds, or she would quite die from the infection that would follow. It was already a miracle that she had survived so much abuse for so long, but it would be better to not test her luck any longer. They decided to go somewhere east, away from Cintra and went deeper into the forest, walking for several hours until Revynah’s leg gave out and she fell to the ground. Fringilla shook her, trying to get her to wake up but she had lost consciousness.

“Revynah.” 

The sorceress slowly opened her eyes as she heard a voice calling her name, those eyelashes blurring her vision. She felt the soft warmth of the sun's rays licking the skin of her cheeks and a peaceful smile tugged her lips. She put her hand near his head and stroked the sheet of the mattress she was lying on and opened her eyes when her name was spoken a second time, but this time the voice was clearer and more distinct and she recognized the voice of Cahir, who made him suddenly open his eyes, realizing that something was wrong. Sitting up in bed, she looked around, contorting herself to feel her back, the skin of which turned out to be soft and without any scars. She pulled the blanket aside and revealed her bare legs and her skin was as flawless as the rest of her body. And Cahir was nowhere to be seen in the bedroom, which was the very bedroom she had stayed in ever since Emhyr became the emperor. 

A room where she had also spent a lot of nights with the former Commander of the Nilfgaardian army. Nights that now felt very bitter-sweet to think about. The relationship that was born between them was clearly not something she could have imagined would happen. And when her loyalty to Emhyr had crumbled, their relationship had soured somewhat and turned into something more ambiguous. They both felt something shifted and the truth was that their views didn't align anymore, and it became clearer when she ran away from the fiel during Sodden hill battle. She did miss what they had but she still felt wronged by him as he stood and watched the guards drag her to a cell after Fringilla ordered her away. He didn’t move a finger. She felt that even if in the end, it didn’t do anything, he could have still tried to step in and say something. In the early months of her being tortured, she blamed him and Fringilla. She was angry but quickly the pain became such that there was no room left for that resentment. She couldn’t even think straight any longer but started blaming the real culprit as it was Emhyr who ordered that she be tortured until death.

“Cahir?” She called for him, feeling that this whole thing must have been some dream or hallucination, as she got up from the bed and walked in the room. Approaching a cupboard, she picked up a small red mesh pouch, tied by a single golden string. It was filled with white rose petals, kept fresh by a spell. The spell also brought some protection to the person who kept this object on him. She stared at it for a hot second, remembering the day she gave this small gift to the knight. This whole thing wasn’t just some dream, it was a memory, and she it was replaying itself before her eyes. The moment she realized that something clicked in her mind and her body started acting on its own. She slipped the flower into a small envelope and turned to a screen. The fluttering moment she had felt a second before was gone and it was as if the situation had unlocked itself. This strange silence had been disrupted by the sound of fabrics behind the open door of a wardrobe and she instinctively turned in that direction, a smile on her lips. A freshly shaved and well-groomed Cahir appeared as the dresser was closed. Revynah had an inner moment of surprise, but her smile didn't flinch. He didn't look like the last time she saw him. Revynah walked past a mirror and for a split second, she doubled herself in her reflection, showing behind her present self like a shadow; hair dirty and in a mess, eyes tired and overall, badly messed up.

“What’s in your hand?”

“It’s a little something I made… I pulled the petals of a white rose apart and put them in this pouch. Add a little preservation spell to keep the petals fresh and pretty, and a protection spell, and you've got yourself a nice, enchanted object.” She sketched a bigger smile but then smirked. “You know I don’t do gifts, so you better take it.”

“Why did you make this?” He asked softly as he took it from her hand, looking at the petals inside.

“The White Flame is sending me out in some town in the North, to get intail on some dude. And kill him. Anyway, I'll be gone for a while.” Revynah both loved and hated to see this memory again. Because, after she went on to fulfil her mission, she also learned of the witcher they called the White wolf, hearing people sing Jaskier’s songs in a tavern. And learning her little brother was still alive after all this time was a game changer for her. This trip in the North took her from a follower of Emhyr to a deserter of the Nilfgaardian empire and traitor, but she didn’t know that back then.

“And you give me extra protection for when you’re gone?” He cupped her cheek with his free hand.

“Not that you need it, commander Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach.” She chuckled, looking into his blue eyes. 

“Say my name again.” He leaned in and their faces got so close that their lips brushed against each other's, the tips of their noses touching. She moaned his name as he kissed her and she woke up, his name still on her lips, echoing in her mind. She carefully brought her hand to her face, still able to feel his touch and sighed as her hand fell back onto her lap. The silence that followed made her look down and only then did she realize she didn’t have her chains anymore. Her wrists were red and bruised but she was free. Fringilla must have managed to remove them while she was passed out. Revynah looked around her. She was leaning against a wall, sitting on a pile of hay strewn on the floor of a barn. She stood up, gritting her teeth and made her way to the door and stepped outside. Fringilla was nowhere to be seen but that was the least of her concerns. She was probably already gone, and she couldn't blame her. They had never been great friends and dragging her with her in the forest was already more than she could have hoped for.

“Glad to see you’re not dead.” Revynah turned around and stared at the blonde woman standing a few feet away from her. Given her clothes, she was probably one of the peasants living on this farm. She held a bunch of folded clothes against her chest and carried a bucket of water with her. “Come. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

The woman walked past her and for a moment, the sorceress just watched her. Not knowing what to think of this, her first instinct was to doubt her intentions and be wary, but she eventually followed suit andentered a room adjacent to the barn where a washbasin sat in the center. It was filled with water, but the woman poured the content of her bucket in it and put down the clothes on the side. When she was about to leave, Revynah spoke.

“How did I end up in your home?”

“My husband found you lying in the dirt not too deep in the forest. He thought you were dead, but he saw you breathe and brought you here. He said you were repeating a name in your sleep... Cahir, I believe?”

“Thank you.” Revynah nodded with a smile to put an end to the conversation, and she was left alone. She didn’t waste any time and began to undress, her face was contorted with grimaces of pain as she peeled her garment off the wounds in her back. It was soaked with blood, and she let it fall to the side before stepping in the washbasin one foot at a time and she groaned quietly upon sitting in it. The stinging grew worse, and her lips trembled. She quickly rinced her hair, her eyes closed as she took deep breaths to not think of the pain. The water in the bath quickly turned a dark, dirty red color, a mixture of her blood and the filth that covered her body. She stepped out, braiding her hair over her shoulder, unable to take her eyes off how dirty the washbasin had turned. After a few seconds, she grabbed the clothes, tearing apart the shirt before wrapping it around her chest to cover her back and stomach before putting on the modest plain dress she had been given. She looked much cleaner now and joined the woman in the house where she was told the latter’s husband was out in town, having gone to the market and after drinking a soup she had brewed for her, it was time for her to leave. 

Revynah had in mind to go and visit an old friend of her mother's, also a druid and where she would find herbs and plants to concoct something to treat her severe wounds and really get her back on her feet. That she was no longer starving was already a good step forward, but it couldn't completely perk her up. The woman still insisted she leave with a few items, which included pieces of bread and dried meat, along with a horse. She set off and once she was far enough from the farm, she climbed down the horse, leading it with her and took a deep breath, wondering if she was going to successfully open a portal to get closer to where her mother's friend lived. Circling her hand in front of her and chanting a few words and a cloud of light appeared before her. With a smile, she was relieved to see her powers were still there and she stepped in the portals, bringing her exactly where she wanted to be. She could see Anika’s house among the trees in the distance. The druidess was going to have a heart attack upon seeing the girl she knew a century ago being now a grown woman and powerful sorceress, with a past not worth mentioning to her.

[To be continued…]  

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Published (07/04/2023) by Andrea

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I am taking requests with the following characters:

TV Shows

Daredevil: Foggy Nelson; Benjamin Poindexter, Matt Murdock, Vladimir Ranskahov

The Originals: Kol, Klaus, Elijah

Vampire Diaries: Damon, Kai Parker

Vienna Blood: Max Liebermann

The Punisher: Billy Russo.

The Witcher: Jaskier, Cahir, Lazlo

The Order:Hamish Duke, Randall 

Justified: Tim Gutterson

Limitless: Bryan Flinch

Ragnarok: Fjor Jutul, Laurentis

Dark: Jonas, Magnus Nielsen

Peaky Blinders: Thomas Shelby, Michael Gray

Amazing Spider-Man: Ben Reilly (Scarlet Spider), Peter Parker, Alistair Smyte, Miles Morales

A Discovery of Witches: Marcus Whitmore 

Merlin: Merlin, Arthur, Mordred, Gwaine, Lancelot

Grimm: Nick Burkhardt

Good Wife: Cary Agos, Finn Polmar

Star Trek: Spock, Khan, James Kirk, *Data

Dusk Till Dawn: Richard Geko, Seth Gecko

Glee: Sam Evans

Scream: Noah Foster, Gustavo Acosta, Eli Hudson, Will Belmont

Hannibal: Hannibal Lecter

Money Heist (La Casa de Papel): Berlim

The Good Doctor: Shaun Murphy, Neil Melendez, Alex Park

Castlevania: Adrian Tepes, Trevor Belmont

Clone Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker

Sex Education: Otis, Adam Groff, Eric

Movies

Marvel: Loki, Bucky (Winter Soldier), Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Doctor Strange, Quicksilver, Black Panther, Harry Osborn

DC: Bruce Wayne, Scarecrow, Joker

Ex Machina: Caleb Smith

Riot Club: Miles Richards, Dimitri Mitropoulos, Guy Bellingfield, James Leighton

1917: Blake, Scholfield

Narnia: Edmund Pevensie, Peter Pevensie, Caspian 

Hobbit: Legolas, Thorin, Thranduil 

Fantastic Beasts: Newt Scamander, Theseus Scamander

6 Underground: 4, 6, 7

HP: Draco Malfoy

Game of Thrones: Robb Stark

Maze Runner: Newt, Gally

Characters 

Iron Fist Austen: Mr Darcy, Mr Tilney, Sidney Park, Frederick Wentworth

Noah Centineo

PS: Here are listed only man but you can ask woman too (I don’t know which ones to put, there are much more than these ones).

Ships

Crossover ships are accepted too!

Davina x Kol

Mr Darcy x Elizabeth

Mr Tilney x Catherine Morland

Anne x Gilbert

Sidney Park x Charlotte

Matt Murdock x Karen Page

Billy Russo x Krista Dumont

Amy March x Laurie

Rich Gecko x Kate Fuller

Anastasia x Dimitri

I love AUs and crossovers: like HP meets Narnia, or something like that. Ask about Actors are good too. 

Free Stories 

These ones I pretend to write more of it or remake it. These will be long fanfics. Feel free to share ideas. If you want a one-shot involving these TV shows or movies is good too. 

Obs: Some of them may be only in my Wattpad account. * @lucy_beau

The Alienist; Dirk Gently; Northanger Abbey; Sherlock, Sanditon; The Adventures of Tintin; Chained; Fallet; Ripper Street; Byzantium, Jumanji; Carrie Pilby; Vallerian; The Name of The Rose, Crimpson Peak; Revenge; Red Sparrow; Hookup Plan; The Ottoman Lieutnant

Free Ask:

Saw a thing and want a fanfic? Send me the idea. The movie is bad but could be good? Let’s write it. Want a prompt but can’t write? Maybe I can do it. Send it to me!

Free fanfics or stories have a limited number of chapters: 20.

Obs: I don’t do terror. Horror? Yes. 

SEND!!!!

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Need some help getting ideas? Look here: Prompts

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For fanfiction I'm planning to write a Cahir x OC story based around the Witcher Netflix version, but with some edits to what the writers fucked up...