#valentines rarepair bingo

[cake-shop-rarepair-bingo]

Valentines Rarepair Bingo!

I had a thought with a friend, and we laughed and decided to make a tiny little valentines event! Two cards, you can pick and choose or mix and match, whatever you like. Tag us and we'll rebagel rarepair works for the rest of February!

Rules:

Bingo fills can be art, sketches, drabbles, new chapters, new fics, on ao3, tumblr, whatever. Paint a picture, create a gifset. Go nuts. Seriously. We're celebrating characters here not giving you a ton of rules about what you can create.

Tag your shit. All of it. No excuses, no "oh no it's spoilers". We tag like responsible fandom around here. <3

Don't be a dick xoxox

WHAT PAIRINGS COUNT?

If your pairing has under 500 works in their ship tag on ao3, they count. I'm not the police. If it was 498 when you wrote it and 520 when you post it, that's fine. We want to give rare characters more love, not stress out creators.

CHALLENGE MODE: Fill a card with pairings under 50, especially if you have to type in your own relationship tags.

DOES IT HAVE TO BE WITCHER?

No. BUT WHY CANT I WRITE MY FAVORITE BIG CANON SHIP?! DO YOU HATE XYZ CHARACTER?!?!

Sure you can write it. No, excluding the most popular ship isn't 'hate'. Why are you in a rarepair bingo? Those pairings have thousands of works, and more readership than any rarepair fic. My favourite pairing has six fics. Total. I can't stop you writing, but I won't share it, because the point is to give some kisses to rare characters. <3 xo

PLEASE NOTE: PAIRINGS DO NOT HAVE TO BE ROMANTIC OR SEXUAL. FAMILY, QPP, AND QPR ALL ARE WELCOME AND ENCOURAGED.

#witcher rarepair bingo #witcher rarepairs #bingo #cake shop #valentines rarepair bingo #toss a boost to your rarepair

[continentcakeshop]

Valentines Rarepair Bingo

Look! I should probably participate in the little bingo too! Here we go, we have a freshly created pairing of Gezras & Lambert, inspired by a little bit of story batting around with the inimitable @lohrendrell. Because love languages aren't only romantic. Rated: G Pairing: Gezras & Lambert

Lambert is slowly figuring out that when Aiden has flirted with him, he was serious. What had been said with a tilted smile and intense eyes wasn't intended as a joke. But for all Lambert's talk of fairness and justice, his self worth has never been great. After an unfortunate moment where Regis kicked him out of Corvo Bianco and he found a new home with the Cats, Lambert's now faced with finally dealing with something he only recently realized himself. Gezras has little patience for such foolishness, but he's grown fond of the gruff puppy that one of his favourite students brought home.

#Gezras & Lambert #valentines rarepair bingo #minutiae #rating: g #cakeshop recs

[valandhirwriter]

@tumbleweedtech

I hope I am not grating on anyone's nerves, but here is the beginning of that other plot bunny I went chasing yesterday and will continue to chase for a while.

Tag for Cuddling. Friendships here mostly.

#valentines rarepair bingo #witcher fanfiction #erland of larvik

[tumbleweedtech]

Eh, for those who are tired of my responding to her, I'm not going to again. I responded at first because I did not want anyone to think the bingo blog bans ships. I have never and will never. We set a03 works limits for rarepair status, as we're specifically a rarepair server. But outside of that, as long as you tag appropriately you can write whatever brings you joy. I do not want that questioned. I have never banned dead dove, nsfw, etc. I abide by ao3's rules, largely because I want to encourage creativity, not impose rules. But I am also one person who runs a bingo and server. I have mods that help, but largely when there's events I take the majority of work on myself. My mods are lovely and helpful but most of them were busy. I did this bingo entirely myself. I chose the path of least discourse/drama. Unfortunately, I have experienced in the past few years if you try to resolve stuff like this privately, you get people who know only one side, or the other, and they make assumptions. They guess as to what's been said without asking. And often, they're wrong. So I lean into transparency now, as much as that can be annoying. Because now you all know how i feel. No Censorship.

but also... No Ship Hate.

#the bingo and events are meant to encourage you to write what you enjoy #it's not a tool for me to force more of what pairings i want #if it was then i'd have more than 6 fics to read :') #wrsb #valentines rarepair bingo #witcher-rarepair-summer-bingo

[wedgggs]

So like, I was gonna do the rare-pair Valentines day Bingo, but then I remembered I cannot draw kisses so uhhhhhh, have this lmao

Did I mention I do not know how to draw?

thank you @witcher-rarepair-summer-bingo and @continentcakeshop for the prompts and the whole idea; And the Event!!!!; I'm sorry this is what I have done ;-(

#fvii biggs/wedge #biggs/wedge #biggs ff7 #wedge ff7 #ffvii #kiss #Valentines Rarepair Bingo #What I have created should be considered a crime #bad art #my art

[wolfgeralt]

Lovers in Toussaint

Pairing: Emhyr var Emreis/Geralt of Rivia

Summary: Emhyr's inaugral visit to Corvo Bianco goes pleasantly.

Word count: 1,135 Rating: T Notes: Light, quick fic inspired by @witcher-rarepair-summer-bingo and @continentcakeshop's Valentine's Rarepair Bingo Fulfilling the prompts: "Kiss from behind" and "I love you".

Link to AO3 in the title, or continued below.

Respite was long overdue for them both. Nestled within the valleys of Toussaint, the sun-baked, sprawling estate of Corvo Bianco provided Geralt with a luxurious, stable state of comfort and simplicity, the like of which neither of them had ever truly known.

Geralt had offered to host Emhyr during imperial passage through Toussaint after a last minute letter arriving on his doorstep. Never mind how close it was to the palace; Emhyr pointedly scheduled the visit in the itinerary. While they had admittedly slept together both before and after Ciri’s presence in his life, it was not until the Emperor began winding down his duties and Morvran took his seat upon the throne, when finally opportunity presented itself for Emhyr to explore more personal pursuits. One of those being Geralt.

Upon arrival late in the afternoon, Emhyr was guided around the Corvo Bianco estate by Geralt and a mildly flustered Barnabas-Basil who turned ruddy enough to look as though he had downed a bottle of Sangreal, even his head glistening in the sinking summer sun. Emhyr had commented on the site’s rustic charm, complimented the romantic setting, how the estate had interesting history in the bones of its timber, and showed particular fascination with the elven foundations cut into the bedrock itself.

It was clear Emhyr was as enamoured of Corvo Bianco as he was. Geralt was caught smirking as he trailed behind, enjoying the view. Emhyr glanced at him sideways, stern and cautioning, but kept his posture regal and directed from Geralt, trying to remain subtle.

“It is sufficient for my needs. My guardsmen will camp within the grounds and patrol the site border. They have rations. I, however, will dine with the witcher and sample your most recent vintage of Sepremento,” Emhyr decided for them and in that long moment, Geralt witnessed all that hot colour drain from Barnabas-Basil’s face at the realisation they had an imperial guest for dinner, without the usual levels of formal preparation, which Geralt had wanted to avoid all the fuss of, and so had kept the identity of their guest to himself.

“Don’t sweat it, B.B.” Geralt passed him by, clapping the majordomo on the shoulder and squeezing reassuringly. “For Emhyr, that’s high praise. And he eats stew and bread like anyone else. Marlene’s stew’s the best grub I’ve ever had.”

“Wonderful,” Emhyr agreed neatly, wandering towards the fence at the highest vantage point of the estate, looking down his nose with approval. Geralt's sensitive hearing picked up how Emhyr released a long sigh as he surveyed the tranquil setting and the vast, verdant landscape beyond basked in the glow of early sunset.

“Then I consider His Imperial Majesty’s visit a highlight to document for Corvo Bianco’s history.” With that, Barnabas-Basil bowed with a low and practised flourish which Geralt could never manage- his body simply refused to memorise the motion and Emhyr often teased him for his awkwardness.

Emhyr thanked Barnabas-Basil and dismissed him, giving Geralt the opportunity to gather close and wind his arms around Emhyr’s middle. The silk robe he wore was much lighter than his former heavy leathers padded for his protection, and layers of thick finery designed to intimidate. They were rather elegant to be true traveling clothes, so Geralt suspected they had been worn for his benefit. As his palm spread across Emhyr’s front, he could feel familiar grooves of muscle, a little softness to him, even the subtle bump of hardened scar tissue. They felt sensual as much as they looked elegant. Geralt felt the lift of Emhyr’s chest as he pressed hand to heart, sensing the subtle thrum of excitement deep in his lover's chest.

“Behave.” Emhyr turned his head towards Geralt’s, even as the first kiss was planted at the delicate point between ear and broad jaw. Feeling another gasp under his palm, Geralt's hand was covered by Emhyr’s, grasping, and his bare forearm clung to as Geralt made a point of lavishing all his pent up affection onto Emhyr's neck.

What felt like an age later, with Emhyr’s fine, silk collar crumpled and tugged down to his shoulder, the two were left wrapped up tightly. Geralt slowed his kisses, pecked at Emhyr’s stubble speckled cheek, not minding the gentle prickle against his now tender lips. Catching Geralt’s golden eyes with his own amber, Emhyr turned to look at him as best he could manage being trapped in such a strong, protective hold. Emhyr twisted further and reached back to grasp the base of Geralt’s ponytail to forcefully pull him down into a shamelessly messy kiss.

Melting apart again, eventually, they rested comfortably together. Geralt remained curled up behind Emhyr, whose black and gold robes were further askew, while his own white locks were in disarray. They stayed rooted to the spot, gazing out at the view quietly, sticky where they were skin on skin, and knowing the warm night ahead would yield a similar feeling.

“I have missed you.”

“You too,” Geralt mumbled, ducking his head to kiss Emhyr’s broad shoulder, even through his shirt.

“I love it here,” Emhyr confessed, sounding as breathless and soft as he did after sex.

“Thought you might.” The grin spreading across his face was nuzzled away into Emhyr’s neck, making him purr and reach back for Geralt’s hair once more.

“I love you.”

In the same moment, both their breaths caught. Geralt loosened his hold enough to turn Emhyr by his hips to meet his hopeful gaze. Emhyr looked as though he had caught the sun, lips parting to announce something, perhaps retract his statement even.

Geralt yanked Emhyr to him hard, kissing him fiercely and being grasped at with equal enthusiasm, moving without ever losing contact until they were chest to chest.

After a while, Emhyr’s squeezing became even more insistent, bossy even, so Geralt broke the kiss off to make a panted, hurried suggestion.

“Yeah, yeah, love you too. Very much. Always. Bed?” Geralt gestured towards the main house with his thumb.

“To bed,” Emhyr agreed, giving Geralt a shove to get off him and get moving, and hot on his toes to ensure they could kiss as they moved.

They hurried inside, Geralt leading as best he could, grateful not to have to bother with the stairs as he dragged Emhyr into the master bedroom and kicked the door shut, promptly winded up pinned against it by his lover.

The Imperial summer visit became part of their calendar for a number of years, with regular visits scattered between. It became a shared haven quickly. Until they stopped being mere visits, Emhyr having poured enough investment into the property and the vineyard, and finally announcing his official retirement from court. He traded his empire for his witcher and a quiet, simple life with the one he loved.

#emralt #emhyralt #emhyr x geralt #the witcher fanfiction #fanfic #mine #rarepair valentine's bingo

[medusapelagia]

Stranger Things Other Events

My search for Stranger Things Events continues! Here are some other events!

Villainous Valentine @villainous-valentines From the 14th to the 21st of February Event Info

Mungrove Kiss Bingo @mungrovebingos Posting from February 14th to March 1st Event info

Stobin month 2024 March 2024 This event is on Twitter and here are all the 31 prompts!

Reverse Big Bang @strangerthingsreversebigbang Signs up are closed and posting season is from the 3rd of March to the 7th of April

Rare Pair Roulette @st-rarepair-roulette Signs up are closed and the posting season starts on the 1st of April

As always feel free to reblog and add new events you know about! Have fun!

#stranger things fanfic #signal boost #stranger things events #rare pair #reverse big bang #villanious valentinte #mungrove

[bittersweetbark]

Hello. I don't know if you're open to requests... Can I request you to please write something about VernonCiri ship for Valentines Rarepair Bingo (Holding Hands or Can't sleep /Come back tobed)?

In return, I promise to make pictures with Emralt.)

Ooof, I'm sorry I'm all "nope" lately, that's not because I'm ornery about it but I'm just very limited in the range of what I can comfortably do.

That means odd random squicks of things other people find completely ordinary - like gifts/presents - great difficulties to care about modern AUs and the fact I can't think of romance between any characters that aren't my current ship. It's limitating! I did not choose my brain. :(

I might be capable of doing a drabble on random M/Ms I don't currently ship (haven't tried) but then I've also mentioned it before and I wrote a whole manifesto about it here:

I only do M/M. Again: not a choice but a brain setting.

BUT: I am, absolutely, writing Ciri/Roche into my current WIP (which might be finished some time this year :'D), just not, you know, complete relationship descriptions.

So what I CAN give you is a look at what I've been doing in my WIP (which is Emralt but has the Vernilla relationship starting like that):

"Fuck." Roche was rubbing his forehead. Ciri used to think he always wore his chaperone because he was going bald. When she'd seen him without it the first time, she'd been surprised to find a full head of hair on him. He looked decidedly less Roche-y without the chaperone and a lot more approachable.

"But if you get a vision of someone's death you can try to change that." They were sitting in chairs in front of the fire place, not drinking their wine.

"I don't know how. For example, even if my vision had been clearer on 'pitchfork teeth' I couldn't just have kept Geralt away from all pitchforks." Ciri was rubbing her hands together, partly because Vizima was much colder than Nilfgaard, partly because it gave her hands something to do.

"But he didn't die," Roche frowned. "You saved him. So you do have some influence on what happens, even if you can't prevent the injury." He was aware he was reaching for a straw here but having the Emperor die on them now wouldn't just be sad for Ciri, it would destabilise the whole continent. Logic and reason was only ever the top layer of politics, underneath it it was just people soup, peacefully simmering until some of them got spooked and then there'd be an unstoppable stampede. Roche's metaphors were questionable but not wrong.

"Yes and I'm not giving in," Ciri huffed. "I didn't argue when he sent me away because it's easier to go along with it and then do what I have to do from here."

Something in Roche struggled free with a leap and wanted to pledge undying loyalty to the princess. Maybe it was respect like he'd had for Foltest, but he suspected worse. "I might have an idea," he rasped.

#fanfic writing #Vernilla #WIP

[daiyanerd]

Happy Valentine’s Day! MiyuNabe for the Rarepair Bingo prompt "Ship with one non-first string character ". Japanese text reads "full of smiles and happiness"

#miyuki kazuya #watanabe hisashi #miyunabe #daiya #daiya no ace #diamond no ace #art by op

[the-butch-of-blaviken]

Chapter: 1/1

Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game)

Rating: M

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: Lambert/Keira Metz

Additional tags: Post-The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt, written from Keira’s POV, references to TW3 quest: An Invitation from Keira Metz, references to TW3 quest: Hunting a Witch, rated M for language and mild Sexual Content, Bisexual Characters, Internalized Toxic Masculinity, mentions of past bullying, discussions of gender non-conformity, Makeup, mentions of alcohol, lambert has gender issues, keira helps

Summary:

From Keira's perspective, Lambert looks like someone who’s spent most of his life repressing the least masculine parts of him but is open for a bit of exploration. Also, he has really nice lips.

Written for the @witcher-rarepair-summer-bingo 's Valentines Rarepair Bingo prompt: "Touching their lips/mouth because they’re so soft." Thank you for those great prompts and this event!! <3

#promise i'm working on my wip but i had a bad case of writing block #i'm just trying to get the engine running again #also! it's the first time i write something from keira's pov and it's fun #my fics #lambert/keira metz #lambert/keira #keibert

[jayofolympus-writes]

Rating: G

Pairing: Lambert/Leo

Character(s): Lambert, Leo

Warnings: none

Summary: Leo likes to kiss Lambert's face.

Written for the @continentcakeshop Valentines Rarepair Bingo

#i wrote a thing #the witcher #the witcher games #lambert #witcher leo #lambert/leo

[cake-shop-rarepair-bingo]

Valentine's Rarepair Bingo

Pairing: Erland of Larvik/Valdo Marx

Rating: G

On a bardic meeting Jaskier runs suddenly into Valdo Marx, and learns some strange things about his one-time enemy.

#erland x valdo #jaskier #rating: g #cardhwion #valentines rarepair bingo

[continentcakeshop]

Valentine's Rarepair Bingo

Pairing: Hypnos/Zagreus (Hades Video Game) Hypnos & Zagreus (Hades Video Game)

Rating: T

“I think my hair has a mind of its own,” Hypnos replied. He barely felt any tugging as Zagreus unknotted the ties and gently untangled his hair strand by strand. For all his brashness and brutal fighting abilities Zagreus could be extremely gentle. Hypnos knew it already, but it reminded him just how comfortable he felt with the other god.

#stevie_RST #valentines rarepair bingo #hypnos x zagreus #hypnos & zagreus #rating: t #cakeshop rec

[valandhirwriter]

I hope I am doing this right... but here is an entry for the Valentine's rarepair bingo. It's Coën/Erland of Larvik which has about 5 entries with this one.

#valentines rarepair bingo

[bookcalanthedaily]

Hey Ada, you should throw some of your glorious pairings into the Valentine's day rarepair bingo!

I was thinking about that. But to be honest, I really do not want to insert myself into an environment where proshippers thrive.

I put a lot of effort into not seeing certain ships on my dash (especially things such as pedophilia and incest) and these unfortunately happen in the rarepair events way too often.

[wolfgeralt]

The White Rose

Pairing: Emhyr var Emreis/Geralt of Rivia

Summary: Geralt notices an unfamiliar flower growing in Corvo Bianco's greenhouse.

Word count: 1,389 Rating: T Notes: Another short fic inspired by @witcher-rarepair-summer-bingommer-bingo and @continentcakeshopntcakeshop's Valentine's Rarepair Bingo Fulfilling the prompts: "Reminds me of you" and "Touching their lips/mouth because they’re so soft".

Enormous thanks to @antimonyschnuckk and @witch-and-her-witcher for the wonderful job beta reading these works!

Link to AO3 in the title, or continued below.

The greenhouse stood elevated high in the grounds of Corvo Bianco, a perfect suntrap where herbs and flowers which drank in the sun greedily could thrive. The occasional fat, meandering bumblebee or the flamboyant flickering of vibrant butterfly wings graced each flower head often. As the wind coursed down through the Sansretour Valley and rose to Corvo Bianco as a gentle breeze, it alleviated the worst of the sticky heat and caused the greenery to rustle where it grew up in thick bunches, tickling at the ostentatious flower heads.

Fortunately, the lime cement repair had been completed during the renovations earlier in the year, the brickwork perfectly stable once more thanks to Barnabas-Basil, and supporting itself as the plants grew taller, stronger. Which was especially lucky as much of one wall had something rambling and crawling its way upward. The plant was leafy and green overall, thorn-prickled, but topped with heavily scented, white flower heads.

Geralt reached out for one of the mysterious flowers, turned its white petals towards him, nose wrinkling as he sniffed at the air to inspect it. He was unfamiliar with it, but he had his suspicions by its natural perfume and barbs alone.

“It’s a rose, love,” drawled Emhyr, confirming Geralt’s unspoken thoughts and smoothing the frown from his brow.

The former emperor had appeared framed underneath one of the brick arches, lazily gliding through in a lightweight black robe with fine, golden embroidery. The garment had slipped open wider across Emhyr’s bare chest, plunging generously deep and wide, while it was tied tightly at his waist. The whole effect was enough to pull Geralt’s attention entirely away from the garden, his mind turning towards better plans for his afternoon.

“Well, hello there,” Geralt purred, grinning as he reached for Emhyr’s hips. They greeted one another with a short kiss, kept brief by Emhyr, even as Geralt tried to chase more. Emhyr brushed him off, despite each hand being full with a green-tinted glass, filled with a generous portion of their own Sepremento.

“Here.” Emhyr pressed one glass into Geralt’s hand and drank a mouthful of his own as he stepped out of his husband’s grasp and strolled towards the next rosebush climbing the brickwork.

Geralt lamented a lost opportunity but was painfully aware how Emhyr enjoyed working him up throughout the day in small increments until he was near desperate for his partner. Truthfully, Emhyr required very little effort to stir him. Geralt took a deep swig of wine and followed Emhyr back to the roses.

“Strangest rose I’ve ever seen.” Geralt frowned, dropping his head to watch as Emhyr cupped one, leant in close to breathe in its heady scent. It was muskier to Geralt’s nose, something darker about it, but it was rose-adjacent.

“These roses grow exclusively in Toussaint where the soil is fertile enough. That is usually where vineyards have already been established.” Emhyr made a loose gesture towards the landscape beyond. “The groundwater in this spot must be adequate.” He then waved towards the stream which cut through the estate, beyond view but its trickling and sloshing audible to them both.

“They have a preference for a combination of sun and shade,” Emhyr explained as he pressed a palm to the brickwork, which faced away from the sun at its height, assessing his calculations were correct. Geralt watched Emhyr’s actions with a small smile, sensing his husband’s broad gestures were influenced by him having had a glass of wine already.

“They are exceptionally rare and sought after. The Duchess herself desired them at her wedding, but not a single bloom could be found that year. She was furious.” His mouth twitched up at the corner in a harmlessly wicked way which Geralt found most attractive on him.

Geralt hummed, interested but increasingly less so in the roses. He took a swig of their wine, curling his tongue around the taste of tart, spiced fruit, all the while wishing he was tasting it on Emhyr’s tongue instead.

Despite his mind moving from the garden, Geralt watched as Emhyr’s long fingers slipped behind the head of one rose to cup it oh so delicately. He held the rose there a long moment, admiring it silently, while Geralt gazed at the gentleness on the former emperor’s face in wonder. He realised how much younger and peaceful Emhyr looked for having moved to Toussaint, how open and vulnerable he looked in his slightly creased silk gown, with that hint of a smile on his lips, and the slow sigh of satisfaction he found in a rose.

Geralt swallowed and took a few steps closer, sliding a hand across the small of Emhyr’s back, wanting to be in contact with him as if to prove the moment was real.

How he had grown to love Emhyr so completely was dizzying.

“I thought you would know your roses. Your knowledge on flora is impeccable- or so I thought.” Emhyr turned and pushed his wineglass into Geralt’s hand.

With that, Emhyr crouched down, with a flash of a bare thigh to stir Geralt’s indecent thoughts again. Unfortunately for Geralt, Emhyr was merely retrieving the short knife tucked into the witcher’s boot. Emhyr spun as he stood up and clipped one rose from the bush with a swift flick of the knife.

“This particular rose,” he spun the stem between his fingers, showing the beautiful, delicate petals off to him. “Reminds me of you, actually.”

Geralt stared at his husband, dumbfounded, but a smile spread across his face.

“Snow white, heart of gold, beautiful, surprisingly sensitive… and a pleasantly musky scent I rather enjoy on myself.” Emhyr drew Geralt’s attention back down to the rose, spinning it on its stem between nimble fingertips.

A simple structure of fewer, wider petals, unlike the frilly roses Geralt was accustomed to seeing surrounded a warm yellow sun at its heart. It looked fragile and too pretty to be compared to a witcher, and Geralt felt flustered at the comparison. He gulped at his wine, feeling hot under Emhyr’s intense, amber gaze.

“Not sure about the heart of gold. Or ‘beautiful’.” Geralt made a face.

“Nonsense. I won’t have you bad mouth my husband,” Emhyr scolded him playfully, taking the rose and drawing the silky petals featherlight across Geralt’s lips agonisingly gently, making them tingle pleasantly. “You are so… very… beautiful.”

Emhyr dragged the rose downward to slip from Geralt’s lips. With a lopsided, tipsy sort of smile, Emhyr tucked the flower into Geralt’s hair just above his ear. Content with the result, Emhyr skimmed his fingertips and thumb fleetingly over Geralt’s already sensitive lips, leaving him aching for another kiss, which he leant closer in hope of.

“Emhyr,” he rumbled, but met the barest resistance of Emhyr holding his face in one hand, catching his attention right before Geralt tipped the glasses and almost spilt their wine on the ground. His near bumble made Emhyr grin in success for but a moment.

“I’m going to read my book on the porch and have another glass of wine. Come find me once you’ve finished gardening,” Emhyr instructed as he took back his glass, replacing it with the borrowed knife from Geralt’s boot. “And cut me a few roses for that antique vase we bought from Borsodi, will you, dear?”

“You could read later,” Geralt suggested in vain, while shoving the knife back into its sheath in his boot.

“I would prefer to finish reading, then focus my undivided attention on you.”

A hand placed to Geralt’s chest, Emhyr leant close so they could share a languid, smouldering kiss, broken when Emhyr had the indecency to smirk as he pulled away. Geralt kept one arm curled around Emhyr for a moment, hand gliding over silk to feel every perfect groove of his lover’s strong figure.

“White rose petals won’t stain the bedsheets like red roses do.” Emhyr patted Geralt on the chest and then breezed past him, calling out as he went: “Just a thought.”

Which meant Emhyr was expecting rose petals, candlelight, and seduction.

Geralt was more than up for the task. He watched Emhyr gliding back towards the house longingly until he was out of sight. Throwing back the remaining wine in his glass to fuel him on, Geralt rolled up his sleeves and set about picking roses.

#emralt #emhyralt #geralt x emhyr #emhyr x geralt #the witcher fanfiction #mine