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[tigerlyla-of-metinna]

The Heirs of Nilfgaard

"There is no need to follow in your fathers' footsteps, Princess. No need to run the empire alone. Use this power for the change you want to happen. And I will stand with you all the way."

My little Au/headcannon for Ciri x Morvran

Photo shot by @alphagravy and my photoshop edits.

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[kuwdora]

parable of the hostages witcher book canon Tissaia/Francesca, background Tissaia/Rita rated M, ~1900 words canon divergent AU angst, injury recovery, references to past suicides.

After Tissaia is rescued by Francesca at Thanedd, she finds herself at a crossroads.

Tissaia convalesces on the veranda with her mug of tea. This was no infirmary at Aretuza, and the Temple of Melitele was humble in the shadow of Dol Blathanna’s palatial beauty that has been ravaged by the hands of men and time. The valley below is a vision of autumn’s reckoning; mountain slopes dappled with trees of ochre and crimson and desiccated leaves idle in the dry riverbed.

The silence is a deafening pressure in Tissaia’s ears, but she doesn’t miss the sounds of the coast.

She loses herself, staring into the slowly-changing valley as the sun drags itself across the sky. Behind her the footfalls jostle Tissaia from stillness. It was time for the nursemaid visit. Something that happened every other day because Tissaia was, as she was told, a priority in the Queen's busy schedule. These visits had been infuriating and exhausting as Francesca attempted to litigate the events of Thanedd.

Francesca arrives with her ocelot companion trotting ahead of her. The small feline pads over to Tissaia and scents her chair and blanket with its face and gives her a silent stare. Tissaia remains still and unblinking, idly tracing the roundness of its ears and spots with her eyes.

"Good afternoon, Tissaia," Francesca says.

How Tissaia longs for peace.

Gone was the young student Tissaia had known at Aretuza. Gone was her colleague, her friend, and the lover who had cared enough to insert herself in Tissaia’s life time and time again with a regularity and casualness that Tissaia had come to appreciate. But that was before Thanedd.

Here was Enid an Glenna, the Daisy of the Valley. A leader to her people. As poised and incisive as the woman Tissaia once intimately knew, but she was still Francesca to Tissaia.

The mid-afternoon air was still quite warm but Tissaia adjusts the blanket in her lap. The circulation in her lower body was still quite poor and she was forced to wear layers regardless of the temperature. Tissaia had expended her Chaos and nearly depleted her life. It left her body in shambles. The amulet Francesca’s healer had donned upon Tissaia reduced the inflammation in her joints and helped regulate her body temperature, but it could only do so much.

She had considered tossing the amulet aside and reopen the bandages before Francesca or her servants could return.

Tissaia was—is—is, she keeps reminding herself—the oldest sorceress on the Continent, and for the last few weeks she has felt every one of her years. But Tissaia knew, as her eyes roamed the openness of the valley, her eyes drawn to the craggy line of mountain and yellowing grasses, she would not allow herself to be found in such a state. Wearing clothes that were not her own. In Francesca’s home. Being attended by Francesca’s servants. No, Tissaia would not open the bandages. She couldn’t. She was trapped.

The ache lingers in her chest, that loss of her dignity.

Francesca settles in the chair beside Tissaia and the ocelat slinks away and settles on a rug to bathe in the afternoon sun. In Francesca's lap was a box with elegant handles and elven knotwork burned into the wood.

“I have something for you.” read on ao3

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[decahedrones]

silver & copper melting together...

Olgierd's custom nude body was made by one of the most skilled modders out there, @witcherscreenshotsdump

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[unbury-the-gays]

Rendezvous in the woods a summary:

Adrien, about killing a bunch of scoia'tael together: It was pretty romantic.

Kiyan: You know who the only people who would think that are?

Adrien: Who?

Kiyan: Us.

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[bookcalanthedaily]

his was real devotion.

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[tigerlylascollection]

Valentines Rarepair 2: Lambert / Letho

(after Lambert lost at Strip Gwent)

Letho: Heard you lost to Emhyr. You could at least wear one of those training clothes while taking on a contract.

Lambert: I'd rather wear an illusion than have some country bumkin mistake me for an amateur witcher. Besides these scars of mine are proof of my trade.

Letho:.... how are your swords hanging behind you?

Lambert:....... Kiera's adhesive spell...

Lambert and Letho or Lambert x Letho. Take it however you wish :D.

Photos by @alphagravy and my photoshop edits.

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[astaldis]

Ostara - Tulips

@witcherwheeloftheyear​

"Tada!" He holds a bouquet of flowers into her face. Tulips. Fresh from the flower beds surrounding the island cottage. The first ones that have opened their buds. They smell like a sunny spring day. They are beautiful.

"They are purple." Jaskier grins at her meaningfully. 

"I see that. I might still be a little feeble from what happened and not ready to crawl out of bed just yet,” Yennefer says, taking the flowers from his hand. “But that doesn't mean I'm feeble-minded. I have eyes.” She holds the tulips to her nose and inhales deeply. They are lovely indeed. However, teasing the bard is just too much fun. And he seems to be in a playful mood, too. He almost always is.

"Exactly, you have eyes.” He looks at her fondly. “But have you ever thought of it? Not only have your eyes the same purple colour as the tulips, Yennefer. You are a tulip."

"I'm a what, bard?” Astonished, Yennefer raises one of her perfect eyebrows. “A tulip? Not a wonderfully gorgeous, extravagant, velvety wine-red rose? Should I be insulted? No man has ever likened me to a tulip.”

“But you are, my dear.” Jaskier smirks mysteriously. “The tulipest tulip a man could possibly dream of. It's the perfect metaphor, darling.”

“And how exactly am I a tulip?” Yennefer asks, intrigued and amused at the same time. 

“Well, first you were arrogant and closed up tight, but all of a sudden you opened up your petals to me, and wooom. Like a tulip in spring for the hungry bumblebee.” He smiles dreamily at the black-haired beauty in his bed. "I'm sure to write a ballad about it. Let's call it 'The tulip and the bumblebee.' No, not catchy. Let me think.” He frowns as if deep in thought, however, the amused smile playing around his lips tells Yennefer that Jaskier has already given the title some serious consideration and that he is only teasing her. “What about 'Of Tulips and Kisses'? Right, boring. ‘Where the tulips grow’? Nah, even more boring.” He rolls his eyes in his typical Jaskier manner that is both annoying and endearing at the same time. Then he pretends to have an idea all of a sudden that lights up his face. “Yes, that’s it! 'Of Tulips and Tits.’ Catchy and sexy. Sure to be an instant hit!"

"I'll give you an instant hit on the head if you write a song about my tits, bard!" Yennefer threatens with mock-indignation, brandishing the tulips at him. 

"Oh, it's not going to be a song, darling.” Jaskier takes the imperilled flowers from her and puts them in the vase on the nightstand. “I'll write the most beautiful serenade about your marvellous tits,” he continues with his typical Jaskier enthusiasm. “No, not a serenade, a whole symphony. You'll love it, I promise!"

Now it is Yennefer who rolls her eyes exaggeratedly. Her uniquely beautiful eyes of the identical purple colour as the tulips. “I should never have fallen in love with a poetaster,” she grumbles, but gives in more than willingly, when Jaskier plants a kiss on her eager lips. And another one. And another ...

And she does love it, eventually, as much as she loves her bard.

Preview of chapter 8 of ‘Where the tulips grow’. Read the story on Ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45159151

(Chapters 1-7 are already published, chapter 8 will be in about 2 weeks, real life is horribly busy at the moment so I only managed to finish this little snippet in time for Ostara.)

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[justhereforeskel]

First fill for @witchersummercamp - Tent! 🐺💜🍷

This is a collab with the wonderful @on-a-lucky-tide who has the best Eskel x Damien ideas (o゜▽゜)o☆

Fic avaliable here! Please go give this excellent piece all your love! 💜🙏

Full art on 🐤

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[jaskiersvalley]

Popping my head up for a moment to share this fic which was written for a @witcher-rarepairs prompt. It is some M rated Cahir/Ciri for a change!

#cahiri #cahir/ciri #cahir x ciri #the witcher #witcher rarepair #witcher rarepair prompt fest

[witcherwheeloftheyear]

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[tigerlyla-of-metinna]

Ciri/ Regis

The Empress and her Advisor

Shot by @eycsnow666 and my photoshop edits.

Tagging @andordean

#cirilla #emiel regis #empress ciri #emiel regis rohellec terzieff godefroy #nilfgaard #witcher 3 #the witcher 3 #witcher 3 wild hunt #witcher rarepair #photo edit #TLylaedits/arts

[kuwdora]

Recommendation

The Witcher 2 Saskia/Iorveth, Saskia/Roche Dragonfucking, voyeurism, masturbation 259 words, Explicit

inspired by @bomberqueen17's Peace Tied series.

Roche gaped at the sight before him, forgetting to stroke his cock. It was the single most erotic and gods damned intimate thing he’d ever seen. Or read. It made The Scoundrel’s Promise look tame with its unscrupulous sorcerer using his magic to lengthen his fingers inside his lover’s body. It was more outlandish than the vampire in Midinváerne’s Bloodlust who fucked his conquests upside down, waiting to make his partner come until all the blood had pooled in their head.

The dragon—Saskia—held Iorveth so gently in her claw, her enormous wings twitching. Her forked was tongue wrapped around Iorveth’s cock, its tip thrusting in and out of his hole, unrelentingly fast.

Iorveth writhed with no shame, riding the wave of pleasure. Saskia brushed her snout against Iorveth’s cheek, her scales shimmering in the firelight, sleek and regal. Her dark eyes unimaginably warm despite how large and strange they were. Iorveth cupped the side of her snout, panting raggedly.

Roche still couldn’t believe what he was seeing, even though he was standing right there with them. Naked. With his hand frozen on his cock.

This was sweeter and more beautiful than A Starlight Bargain where Sir Cendric had laid himself bare in front of Lady Marta and she had cupped his face so gingerly on the veranda and made Cendric weep from her kiss.

I’m going enjoy getting book recommendations from you, Saskia said. Roche trembled from the mental warmth in her voice inside his head, the awe and arousal making the heat spike in his gut.

also on ao3

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[dancingwiththefae]

Sweeter Revenge

Filavandrel/Jaskier, 1.9k

hate sex, blowjobs, Jaskier gets rough treatment but he enjoys it

Filavandrel takes the opportunity to confront Jaskier about his song. It doesn’t quite go as planned.

AO3

He sipped his watered-down ale with disdain. He was sat in the back of a tavern, in a tiny village in the middle of nowhere. But he wasn't here for the pleasure of it. As if he ever could be. No, he had to blend in, look the part. Relying on their own community was the goal but, in the way of the world, it was not currently sustainable. Sometimes it was necessary to trade. Or steal, in some cases. It helped to stake the place out first. To see how bigoted the place it towards non-humans. Find who wouldn't ask too many questions or get suspicious. That was why he was here. He watched the humans go about their business with little interest.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” a melodic voice rang out, “I am delighted to provide your entertainment for this evening. Remember to toss a coin if you can, and if anyone needs me afterwards, I'll be at the bar.”

He gave a wink and then immediately burst into song. Filavandrel's eyes narrowed. The bard. He was older, his hair was longer, and he was sporting stubble. But it was unmistakeably him. Seething hatred settled in his gut. That bard had made a mockery of him and his people. Had reduced them to villains, monsters, for that white-haired witcher to vanquish. And it had been sung across the continent for years now. Just when he thought they had moved on from it, it somehow found its way around again. It was disgusting, it was degrading it was... well the music tonight wasn't too bad. But that wasn't the point.

Filavandrel glared at him from under his hood. The bard pranced around the tables, flirting openly with a burly looking man's wife. And when the mad became agitated, he flirted with him, too. Interesting. And, if it were anyone else, he'd have to admire such a bold and enticing display of sexuality. But it wasn't anyone else. It was him.

As the bard pranced, Filavandrel conducted a plan. He was here with a purpose, yes. But that didn't mean he couldn't afford a little detour. He bided his time, watching the performance from the side-lines and absolutely not tapping his foot to the music. When it finished, the bard gave an elaborate bow to claps and cheers. Filavandrel politely clapped along out of courtesy. The bard packed his lute away in its case – the lute that he had given him, no less – mingled for a little while and then left, presumably to the inn down the road. The elf lingered for a moment, and then snuck out via the back door. The bard was easy to spot in that ridiculous red coat of his. He kept a slow pace, keeping enough distance so as to not be spotted. As suspected, he walked straight into the inn. The elf rushed to keep up, walking through the door in time to see the bard head up the stairs. He hurried after him, catching the room that he was occupying when he reached the top of the stairs. He waited, counting in his head. Enough time for it not to be immediately suspicious. When he was satisfied enough time had passed, he strolled up to the door and gave a short, sharp knock. The door creaked open just a little, enough for the bard's head to poke out.

“Forgive me but, who are you? I'm afraid I wasn't expecting anybody.”

Filavandrel realised the hood made him look suspicious. He tried his best to make himself smaller – which was no easy feat – and less threatening.

“I am terribly sorry, master Jaskier, but I am such a huge fan-” he almost choked on the words”-of your work, and I just had to come and see you. To ask questions about it. If I may.”

It was a gamble. One that paid off when the door opened wider and the bard beamed at him.

“Of course,” he said as he backed up to give the elf room to enter, “don't let me stop you if you want to stroke my ego.”

Filavandrel scoffed internally. He was sure in for a surprise.

As soon as the door clicked shut, he rounded on him, pulling down his hood in one swift motion and backing him against the wall. The bard stared at him with wide eyes.

“Your song is insulting, Dh'oine,” the elf spat.

“F-filadavandrel I-” the bard stammered.

“I spare your life, gift you my lute and this is how you repay me?”

“And-and I am very grateful for that- ah- and I can explain?”

“Go on, then.” He kept a grip on the bard's collar but backed off slightly to give him room to breathe. “I'm waiting.”

“Right. Right. Uh..well I figured...if everyone thought the elves were driven out then maybe they wouldn't come looking?”

It sounded flimsy even to the bard himself, who was losing confidence with every word.

“A pitiful excuse.” He pushed himself back into his space. They were close enough that Filavandrel could smell the alcohol on his breath, the scent of lavender that he probably used to cover it up. He glanced down to find an unmistakable bulge in the bard's pants.

“You're enjoying this,” he hissed.

Jaskier licked his lips and gave a shrug, or as much of a shrug as he could in this position.

“'M only human,” he mumbled in reply.

“So I can see.”

The bard was looking at him with a mix of lust and uncertainty. Filavandrel thought things over in his head, raking his eyes up and down the man before him.

In an instant he surged forward and engulfed him in a kiss. It wasn't sweet, wasn't loving. It was a battle for dominance. He shoved the bard harder against the wall and the bastard moaned. He ground his body against him, feeling himself grow hard in his trousers. They broke apart panting.

“On your knees.”

Jaskier complied without a word, dropping to his knees and fumbling with the laces of his trousers. He wasted no time wrapping his lips around the head of his cock as soon as he pulled it out. The elf had to admit he looked pretty like this. He tangled fingers in his hair and pushed lightly until Jaskier took him all in his mouth. The bard looked up with hazy blue eyes.

“Maybe I should have you choke on my cock.” He kept his voice light and cool, never losing composure even when the deep moan the bard let out sent shivers up his spine. He loosened his grip, giving the bard room to get to work. He was skilled, he'd give him that. He took him again all the way, burying his nose in the thatch of hair before pulling back and giving attention to the head. He wrapped a hand around the rest and jerked him fast. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back. He could easily lose himself to Jaskier's ministrations. He would get a good orgasm out of this, but he would also end up with one very smug bard. And that just wouldn't do at all.

Before he could get too far to the edge, he pulled the bard off of him by his hair. He looked up at the elf, plump wet lips parted beautifully.

“That's enough of that,” Fliavandrel instructed. Jaskier licked his lips, blinked and quickly came to his senses.

“I have an offer,” the bard panted, “to take your frustrations out.”

Filavandrel indicated to say he was listening. Without another word, the bard got up and walked over to the pack lying against the wall. He pulled something small out of it and handed it over to him. A vial of oil. The elf raised a brow at him. If he had time to contemplate the situation, he would have been surprised that it led to this. As it was, he wasn't thinking much at all. Instead he unclipped his cloak and divested himself of his clothing. Jaskier hurried to do the same as soon as he caught on to what the elf was doing and hopped onto the bed. He lay back, spreading himself out seductively.

“How do you want me?” He purred.

“Just shut up and get on your hands and knees, bard,” Filavandrel huffed. He settled behind him and tipped the vial into his hand. Jaskier really was very pretty. For a human. He teased his entrance, not quite pushing in. When he felt the bard push back against him, he backed away.

“Come on,” Jaskier whined.

“Do try and control yourself, Jaskier,” Filavandrel scolded. He frowned in annoyance when the bard laughed in response. It was quickly snuffed out when he slowly breached him with one, and then two fingers. He wasn't gentle with his preparation, but he knew the bard could take it. Even he was aware of his reputation. Not that he had any complaints anyway, pushing back on his fingers as he was, practically begging for more. Oh, he would give him more. Soon he had Jaskier taking three fingers and he still wanted more. He pulled back to slick his cock before lining himself up and pushing inside in one smooth motion. He gave Jaskier barely a moment to get used to the intrusion before he pulled out and slammed into him again. The bard's cry turned into a drawn out moan as he set a rough pace. Jaskier met each thrust with enthusiasm. It made a feeling of rage simmer just beneath the surface. He gripped his hair tight and pulled. Jaskier moaned openly at the rough treatment. He took him so easily, he was so responsive to every touch. It somehow made his rage flare more.

“I hate you,” he breathed.

“Hate me harder,” jaskier responded, pushing back on his cock, urging him on. Well, if it was what he wanted. He picked up the pace, slamming into him and making the bed jostle with every thrust.

“Oh gods...” Jaskier snaked a hand underneath to wrap around his cock.

Filavandrel felt himself getting close to his peak, but he'd be damned if Jaskier wasn't going to come before him. He smacked his hand away and replaced it with his own. He jerked hm roughly in time to his thrusts. Jaskier dropped forward, unable to support himself any longer, until his head was pillowed in his arms. The elf kept his hips supported with his other arm. It didn't take long until Jaskier was clenching around him and crying out as he came onto the sheets under them. The elf's thrusts became erratic and a moment later, he stilled as he came inside him. He dropped his head to rest between the bard's shoulder blades, catching his breath.

After a moment, he backed away, slowly pulled out and sat back on his knees. Jaskier got up and threw a towel towards him, which the elf accepted with a bitter thanks.

“You could stay a while, you know,” the bard said after a while, “could order some food up? Wine?”

“No, I shan't stay here too long,” Filavandrel sighed as he dressed, “you know how it is these days.”

A miserable expression came over his face. The elf found that he did not like it at all.

“Of course.”

“And tell anyone I was here and I really will kill you.”

The bard nodded solemnly. Filavandrel pulled the cloak back over his head and made to leave.

“Wait-” The elf turned on his heel “-I'll find a way to help your people. If I can.”

The elf sneered at him.

“Of course you will,” he said, in a way that said he didn't believe him one bit.

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[unbury-the-gays]

Face

Gisbert, about Adrien, trying to convince Kiyan that dating a prince is a good idea: Look at that face, Master! How can anyone spend all day with that face and not fall in love?

Kiyan: Well, at some point the face starts talking.

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[bookcalanthedaily]

pavetta x anna henrietta

prompt: 'braids"

rating: G

word count: ~370

sent in by @azotowanie.

cintra was the most favourite travel destination for the young duchess. and not only because of its beauty, no. there was one gentle soul who always called to her, even though the feeling seemed to not be quite so mutual. pavetta was truly the most wonderful human being anna henrietta met in her life. there was no courtly intrigue in her, no jealousy, no vanity... but she was not simple-minded, no.

whenever anarietta did get her to speak, which was not that often at all, the words the girl spoke were laced with wisdom above her years, and yet innocence. but even when spending their time together in silence, with nothing but the rustling of leaves and singing of birds, there was something in pavetta that made anna feel more loved, more understood than ever in her own court.

she found herself getting distracted from the book often. eyes instead wandering to the other girl, to her face, her hair, braided in two thick plaits. before she could think of what she was doing, anna henrietta reached out to touch them. they were as smooth as silk.

" i love your braids. " she blurted out.

slowly, pavetta turned her attention away from the book. she looked at her braid, held now by the girl, and then up at anna henrietta herself. she did not keep the eye contact for long, but it was long enough to notice the strange look in them, and on her face...

" um... " pink dusted her cheeks. " thank you. i could... braid yours like this. " she said, and anna henrietta clapped her hands with delight.

" you would? oh, please. please do. " without waiting for a response, she turned around, back facing pavetta. the princess smiled, corners of her lips turning upwards, and she put away the books. delicate, long fingers making quick work of the duchess' locks. when she was done, their hair looked almost identical...

anna henrietta faced pavetta once more. playing with her own braids for a bit. much shorter, they were still beautifully made, with care and experience... she took pavetta's hand, and brought it to her lips. kissing her knuckles. " thank you. " she said. pavetta gasped, the blush now spreading to her neck as well.

" y-you're welcome... "

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