#young cahir

[astaldis]

@witcherwhumpweek​    @badthingshappenbingo​

Chapters: 1/1    Words: 919 Rating: Mature Relationships: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Emhyr var Emreis   Additional Tags: Witcher Whump Week (The Witcher), Bad Things Happen Bingo, Febuwhump 2024, Young Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Whump, Branding Series: Part 5 of Young Cahir Snippets

Summary: Just one day between Emhyr var Emrise and a young Cahir, but a very significant (and painful) one.

Inspired by the Witcher Whump Week prompt for day 2 "Keep still!", the Febuwhump prompts 3 "Bite down on this" and 4 "Obedience" and the Bad Things Happen Bingo prompt "Branding."

#febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump day3 #febuwhump day4 #bite down on this #obedience #witcher whump week #keep still #bad things happen bingo #branding #the witcher #the witcher netflix #emhyr var emreis #Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach #cahir #young cahir #cahir whump

[hanzajesthanza]

it wasn’t a focus of his character, but curious to think that emiel regis (alongside the other hundreds-of-year-old characters on the continent) lived through some major events of history or “lore” from the past few hundred years (the invention of witchers, fortification of human cities, aelirenn’s last stand, falka’s rebellion, kaer morhen pogrom) …

buuuut because he spent the majority of these past centuries face-down in the gutter and also hadn’t yet adapted to human society, idk if he even noticed what was going on at all during this time, much less remembers most of it

#young regis: this blood is terrible quality #his friends: there’s a famine #young regis: what??? #his friends: there has been for like the past half-century #young regis: no i mean like what’s a famine?? #his friends: #bro doesn’t know about eating food for sustenance 😭 !! #the elbow-high diaries #c: regis #(about a war/bloodbath:) #rest of the hanza: wait—you were alive back then regis right? #regis: indeed #rest of the hanza: so… what was that like? #regis: there was less blood during that time. on account of it all being spilled on the ground #regis: … i… i ruined my last friendship over a human… #cahir: aw… that happens sometimes with love #regis: no it was the last drink so we fought over it #cahir: #regis: … i won that fight :’-) #angouleme: fckkkk yea 🖐️ my man | regis: 🤚

[closedcoffins]

@dpsdiff ( geralt ) / cahir starter call.

"Geralt!"

Being trained by the Nilfgaardian army, Cahir likes to think he is not easily caught unawares. It's possible that Toussaint has softened him, poison that it is, but he knows just as well that the witcher can move exceptionally silently when he needs. Almost as quietly as Regis, who has been the usual suspect when it comes to making Cahir jump.

( Granted, they're all capable of it, save for Dandelion. Something about the peace sets him on edge, and he half-expects anybody he runs into to be some noblewoman or other. )

"Sorry. You surprised me." He blinks, expecting Geralt to be followed by a certain fly who refuses to leave when she knows she's not welcome. When several seconds pass and he's still alone, Cahir is doubly surprised. "You've... stumbled across me at a good time. If it was accidental. I know you don't like me, but I could use your company for the moment, if that's alright."

His nose wrinkles unpleasantly. "I don't like being clung onto by half of the unmarried women in Toussaint, but I can't fend them off; you're far better at that than me. I only just barely lost one of them, and I'm sure she's still looking for me somewhere..."

#never forget cahir being fucking mobbed by all the young women in toussaint. never forget #muse: cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #dpsdiff

[inexplicifics]

Morvran Voorhis, first-ranked prince of Nilfgaard, has been sent to Kaer Morhen on a diplomatic mission. His tasks are twofold: first, negotiate a nonaggression treaty between the wild barbarian Warlord of the North and the Nilfgaardian Empire. And second, ingratiate himself with the mysterious Warlord’s daughter and heir apparent, Princess Cirilla.

Sir Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, a Vicovaran knight, has been assigned to protect young Prince Voorhis on this mission. Prince Voorhis may be the best of a bad lot, but Cahir’s still not looking forward to the threats or the temperature of a winter in the distant North.

They both know their mission is a dangerous one. But they don’t know where the true danger lies…and while they know how to navigate Nilfgaard’s treacherous court, they are not prepared for Kaer Morhen. This is a mission they might not survive…and if they do, they might be changed beyond all recognition.

#accidental warlord au #flung to catch a star

[dancingwiththefae]

Thinking about Cahir questioning everything he has known. Seeing Fringilla after being told she was dead. The veil finally being lifted. He’s just a young man in the middle of a bloody battle. In a war that is too big for him. He’s my baby actually

#the witcher #the witcher s3 #the witcher spoilers #when I finished the books I announced that he was my son #that is still true #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #cahir the witcher

[disdaidal]

I was tagged by @gayles55 and @silvermoon-scrolls to post my 9 favorite characters. It was impossible for me to pick just nine, so I picked a little more. :'D I'm all about breaking rules, heh.

Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things)

Ellen Ripley (Alien trilogy)

Cahir (The Witcher)

Haldir (Lord of the Rings)

Tess (The Last of Us)

Nil (Horizon Zero Dawn)

Jose Chavez y Chavez (Young Guns)

Sarah Connor (Terminator 2)

Iolaus (Hercules: the Legendary Journeys)

Cara Mason (Legend of the Seeker)

Nick Clark (Fear the Walking Dead)

Octavia Blake (The 100)

I'm tagging @catzy88 @morewyckedthanyou @dandysnob @suometar @hotdadlicense @godidontevenknowwhat. If you don't want to do this, no pressure. If you want to do this, but weren't tagged, consider yourselves tagged by me. <3

#billy hargrove #ellen ripley #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #haldir #tess the last of us #nil horizon zero dawn #jose chavez y chavez #sarah connor #iolaus #cara mason #nick clark #octavia blake #9 favorite characters #except i had more :D #favorite characters #tag games #i got tagged

[essskel]

Cahir and Angoulême’s relationship or at least their proximity to each other matters to me because so much of Cahir’s tragedy hinges on how young he is, so him having another teenager/young person around that he can just be a lame kid with might just soften his ending for me a bit.

I hope that he and Angoulême sulked around Toussaint that winter together and I hope they talked about how bored they were and which nobles they maybe had crushes on and I hope they ate a lot of candy together and if they found a dead animal I hope they poked it with sticks and made gross sounds and I hope they told each other fucked up stories while high on stale weed that made them laugh so hard they were rolling around on the floor. I hope they were teenagers and I hope they were the worst or else what was any of that for.

#this is me pretending that stygga isn’t real 🫶🏼 #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #angoulême #the witcher books #double shot

[redskull199987]

Heyy hii I'm not sure if you're still taking requests, but I'll try my luck. Can you write something about Cahir and the female Witcher reader? Thanks in advance if you write.

If I am being brutally honest, I had a lot of fun writing this. Season three renewed my love for Cahir, so I hope you like this:)))

A Bond

Cahir x female!witcher!reader Request

Word count:0.9k

Warnings:it's all fluffy. I probably got carried away and let my inner Jaskier come out

Summary:You and Cahir had been friends for a long time and as he needs your help, you don 't hesitate to be there for him…

Masterlist

You and Cahir had known each other for a long time. You had met him on your travels through the country, as he was attacked by the beast, you were hunting. He was rude at first, but still thanked you. 

The rest was history.

You started running into him over and over again. To a point where it was inevitable that a friendship would form. With you, Cahir could be himself. He was just a normal Person. No Nilfgaard, no white flame, no war. Nothing of that mattered to you. You were neutral. All you were interested in was his person. And he knew that your interest was genuine. And he let it happen. He let the friendship form and prosper. An unfeigned friendship that connected you. 

And when he was cast out, thrown away by his master, like an old doll he didn't want to play with anymore, Cahir came to you. He found comfort in you. He had been through so much, but for once in his life, he felt safe. At peace. He might even say “Home”.

Of course, he would never tell you that, but it surely was on his mind, everytime, he looked at you. Everytime you returned to his small hut, after finishing a Witcher contract. Bruised and battered, but back with him. And only him. Only Cahir got to see you like this. He took pride in knowing that he was the only person in this world, you would trust this far, besides your brothers maybe.

But you told him that you only saw them once a year, in the winter. You told him stories of Kaer Morhen and how you had grown up there, under Vesemir´s care.

You told him that it was hard for you at first, being the only female Witcher. But it had gotten better, the older you got. The more you learned and saw in this world. You realized that no one really cared, as long as they could use you for their dirty work. 

“How was it?”, Cahir asked, forcing himself to return to the present moment. He had let his thoughts wander, after a pleasant silence rose between you, as he carefully cleaned your wounds.

“It was alright.”, you finally said,”It was a small kikimora. Still young and inexperienced.”

“In fighting?”,Cahir asked, not really knowing a lot about the beasts that your job involved. You had told him some things, but a kikimora was new to him.

 You only smiled at him, before finally answering his question:”No, not in fighting. In killing."

He was quiet for a second, not knowing what to say, upon that statement. But luckily, you just continued recounting what had happened.

“The Monster´s head was worth a lot of coin though. I won't have to leave for at least a month. The money will be enough.”

Cahir smiled at you, glad that he got to spend more time with you.He slowly got up from his place in front of you and sat down beside you on the bed:”Thank you. You don't have to do this. Supporting me in my exile, I mean. But you still do it anyway. And for that I am thanking you.”

“Oh Cahir.”, you smiled, your hand rising to softly caress his face. He closed his eyes, letting himself fall into your gentle touch.

“I would proudly ride into death for you, without hesitation.”, you mumbled, as he opened his eyes. You heard how his heart picked up a beat. How his breath stocked for a second, his eyes lingering on your lips, instead of your yellow orbs, which were intently watching him, awaiting his next move. 

You had often thought about your relationship with him. Often let your mind wander to what ifs.

 What if you were more than just close friends? What if you knew that you wanted to spend the rest of your lives together. Never leaving each other. What if…

“I love you.”

At first you barely heard him. His words were so quiet. His voice shaking and his eyes darting everywhere else, but your face.  He wasn't usually this hesitant. He was an outgoing and stern person. Always sure of himself and his capabilities. He used to be a Nilfgaardian officer after all.

“Cahir.”, you mumbled, after a few seconds of burning silence. He finally looked at you. His expression now a bit more confident. His heartbeat had slowed and he finally dared to look you in the eye.

“I love you, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach. With all my heart.”, you smiled, your eyes almost glowing with excitement.

Cahir didn't need to hear anything more, before he finally leaned in. Your eyes closed and his lips collided with yours. He was gentle and sweet. Passion laid in his actions. And you knew that he meant every little bit, he had told you.

“I love you.”, he said once again, before slowly pushing you back against the bed. You followed along with his movements, until he was hovering above you.

“I love you.”, you also repeated. You were bare in front of him. Not in a physical way, but emotionally. No one had ever known you as Cahir did. Not even your brothers. He knew your heart and soul. Something that you had shown no one before.

And as he slowly lathered kisses over your body, your moans and whines mixing with his groans. As you fully let him in, you knew that he was the only one  you would ever love this way. He became part of you and you part of him. 

 An unfeigned bond, that was never to be broken again.

#the witcher #witcher #the witcher edit #the witcher edits #the witcher oneshot #the witcher fanfic #the witcher cahir #cahir #cahir edit #cahir edits #Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach #cahir os #cahir oneshot #Cahir x reader #cahir fanfic #cahir request #Eamon Farren #geralt of rivia #yennefer of vengerberg #cirilla of cintra #jaskier dandelion #os #fanfic #request

[bomberqueen17]

caught up

Ha so i managed to watch all the episodes of the new Witcher season this weekend, so now i can -- let's be real I wasn't avoiding spoilers before, but like, I've read the books right, it's like, there's only so much they can do to surprise me. (below discussion is not in-depth or spoilery, more general and I don't have a ton of time so not meant to be anything profound)

I see they've taken Cahir's character in a delicious other direction-- book!Cahir is a dutiful young fanatic whose youth and relative inexperience is kind of critical to his character (and kind of parallels Ciri's contemporary journey, as she goes from being an idealistic child through all the things she goes through, he also is humbled and shamed and loses his idealism and his fanaticism gets a layer of tarnished desperation and then he finds his humanity etc-- chefkiss), but the Netflix version is an older, more deeply-committed fanatic, more intimately and personally tied to the ruler he serves so faithfully. They've also done some worldbuilding for Emhyr's missing years that I think is very interesting. It's funny, Cahir's actor is too old (but a great actor), and Emhyr's is too young, they've tried to age him up but he's like. Well he's like thirty. It hits weird. But, television, that's how television is.

I was using my sister's television since i had the house to myself, and could not figure out how to get subtitles on, so any of the lines that were whisper-growled-- that is to say almost all of them-- were largely unintelligible to me. But many of the ones I could make out were also just-- word salad, pretty things strung together for the vibe, so I don't feel like I missed out. You just had to get the gist, and sometimes it was an incredibly impactful book line that they crammed in there kind of unearned, but if you recognized it you could imbue it with the correct meaning yourself. This is not really a criticism. The whole thing was so rushed because they had to cover like 20 episodes' worth of material in eight, so it was just cruising on vibes and did so I think admirably, conveying a lot of worldbuilding complexity without having really a moment to get into it, and shorthanding character development in snappy one-liners that were pretty effective if you just. Suspended disbelief about literally any kind of logistics.

I did like some of the details they did choose to give us. Cool themes with Ciri, which I think convey the entire message of the book extremely well. And like-- when she's exposed to a bunch of sunlight, they showed her suffering with sunburn. That's a great grounding little bit of detail, even if it went away by the next scene because there wasn't time-- such a good detail, really eloquently conveyed by the framing and the actress and the props.

It's like.... an incredibly abbreviated art form, where they're doing grand gestures of vibes to get the story across.

Absolutely perfect for fanfic, LOL. There's really no well thought out detail to contradict so you've got a largely blank canvas. I also have deep regret that I don't think I can retcon my fic Keira into the Keira from Netflix who was both hot and had like, the perfect earthy practical personality, fuck she's good. Relatedly I loved the detail of how in the books Margarita Laux-Antilles was described as the most beautiful women in the world, and they cast a fat Black woman to play her, an absolutely gorgeous fat Black woman, and there in every scene of the sorceresses being beautiful were several fat women being beautiful too. It's something, ok.

I kept being like "omg woman hot" as i was watching, which was funny. I was by myself though, so it was fine, no one was there to witness my incoherence except the discord channels i kept typing into the wrong ones of.

one tiny sort of spoilery bit: i loved the delicious scene with Ciri confronting Cahir, but it was so rushed it was awkward, instead of showing us much they just had to have Cahir say it, and it was-- well the vibes were fucking delicious, but the execution kind of clumsy. But as I don't plan to rewatch, have zero fear that in my head I will rebuild this myself into something absolutely fucking perfect and id-tastic. Alas that we lost the book vibe where she clearly hadn't really realized he was a person until she knocked his helmet off and saw his stupefyingly blue eyes etc., and his terror and such, but i'm just gonna go ahead and fold that back in there in my mental recreation of it, don't worry. LOL if it worked for you as shot I Do Not Blame You.

oh also i'm in love with Philippa and now i feel bad i was so careless with her in my fic. Maybe I need to give her a bit more depth. I used her game characterization, I admit it, and Netflix did so well by her I'm sort of ashamed I didn't think of her like that.

#the witcher #the witcher netflix #tv watching #about the author #b watches tv like once every two years #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach

[limerental]

ficletvember 2023 - day 26

twn jaskier pov of lotl ft. yennskier

After everything, Jaskier knows there are some stories that evade being written into song.

content warning for lotl spoilers so. mcd.

The ethereal fog hushed the sound of his footfalls. Distantly, he recalled admiring how the heels of his new boots had clacked on the uneven cobbles as he strode into town, but now, Jaskier heard nothing. Not even the wind.

When he bent, the creak of his knees surely echoed in the silence, but the little crowd huddled on the street did not seem to hear. 

He was getting old. He'd had a lot of time lately to be glad for that and a similar measure of guilt that so many had died so young. The recent war's list of the dead went on for pages and pages of yellowed parchment and those names were only the conscripted soldiers, not the slaughtered peasant men or farmer's wives or scores of non-humans in towns like this one. 

Or the small number dead in a battle whose outcome had had no consequence in a fortress that no longer existed, forgotten.

Jaskier had not yet written that story into song and may never. He would hate to hear his own verse warbled by some drunk in a tavern who could never know the little details that evaded preservation. Milva's wheezing laugh. Cahir's snoring at night. The clove scent of the vampire. The girl's colorful curse words. 

He hated his part in that story. That his being alive to tell the tale meant his cowardice had prevailed, and he had let them go on without him. 

Jaskier knew he would not write the story of what had happened here for a very long time. 

For a moment, he crouched on the quiet street and reached to brush the fall of dark hair out of the pale face. He tried hard not to look at the blood-stained cobbles. He almost wept then, once would have been a weepy, useless mess from the start, but there would be time for weeping later. 

He could do this now at least. This small thing. He stooped further to crook his arms under legs and shoulders, lifting past the strain of his back.

He was getting old. 

Jaskier had foolishly feared that those he loved would outlive him. That he would retire as an aging poet to the coast somewhere, and the little family would visit from time to time and reminisce together. 

And maybe that they would be there when he finally croaked, his weathered hands cupping their soft faces. Older, yes, not immortal, but long-lived enough to have a lifetime without him. Maybe to think of him fondly in quiet moments and remember those nights fumbling together and visit to lay flowers on his grave.

She felt small in his arms. Impossibly light. It seemed terribly wrong, that weightlessness. 

To him, the very thought of her was the heaviest thing in the world.

He lay his lips against her brow and held there. He whispered the things he had never told her. How those few nights they had spent lying in one another's arms, even knowing that neither was destined wholly for the other, had meant more than he could ever shape into poetry. 

If all of those details vanished into forgotten history, unsung, then so be it. Only he would remember the fond derision of her affectionate mockery, the softness of her wild hair, his thrill when her voice whispered low to speak with hushed sincerity against his skin. 

Even when this song was sung, he would let who they were together be lost to history. 

His role in the story had only ever been outside of it. 

Drawing a shuddering breath that was loud in the quiet, Jaskier hitched the body higher in his arms and carried Yennefer to the water.

#my fic #ficletvember #haha aw ouchy #yennskier

[seancekitsch]

HI IF I MAY if you still wanna write Cahir, then maybe number 9 “Holding your jacket over your lover's head as they hide from the rain, finding their formal outfit more important than your casual wear” WITH a teensy little addendum; instead of formal wear, just…. Your absolute filthiest mudcaked travel gear. Because cute. IF YOU WANT. And also pretty please. I hope you get lots of interesting requests though

hiiiiiie i loved this idea

“What are you doing?!” you shout, if only to be heard over the roaring sound of the rain. The storm had picked up quite rapidly about a quarter mile from the next town, and the entire hansa started scrambling. You heard a shout about protecting a lute and keeping swords from rusting before you all started awkwardly running to avoid slipping and falling into the mud, something you barely avoided. Cahir had come up from behind, you at the front of the group before you got over confident and stumbled into the mud. Now your boots and pants were soaked and you hoped to be by the fire of an inn as soon as possible.

Cahir comes up behind you, his own cloak shucked off his body and now the young man attempts to shield you from the rain with it. What’s the point? You’re already soaked to the bone, and he’s about to be as well.

“Ladies shouldn’t have to suffer the elements!” He half-yells back. You can’t tell if he’s teasing you or not. It’s been a while since you’ve been seen as a Lady or anything dignified. You huff and continue to walk on with him, silently cursing the fact that his chivalry will probably result in both of you being sick and miserable. The lights of the inn you’ve acquired for the night flicker in the distance, and the end is in sight.

You look up at him as if he’s gone mad which is adorable in its own right, but then Cahir notices something in your expression soften beautifully. He takes in your appearance, even in the dusky light. Beauty in all of your features.

And then his foot slips out from under him.

You shriek as his cloak comes down over your face and Cahir drags you down with him. Both of you slipping and sliding into the mud, but Cahir immediately grabs for you to try to keep you up, even if he falls.

“Careful!” you shout, trying to untangle yourself from his cloak. He quickly reorients himself, but not without first taking a knee straight into the mud similarly to how you did when the rain picked up.

“Wrap that around you!” he calls back, his soft voice traveling over the patter of rain, “I couldn’t forgive myself if you got sick.”

Your stomach flutters at hearing those words. It’s not secret to the hansa the effect the man from Vicovaro has on you. You smile, working the wet and slippery buttons of the clasp together to keep it on you. Cahir lifts his hand to pull the hood farther down to protect your head, the warm weight of his hand just beckoning you to lean into his touch.

“Thank you,” you say, a little quieter, hoping the others farther behind can’t hear the softness in your tone. Any vulnerability will be teased over dinner.

The inn on the outskirts of town now only several paces away, you can even hear the roar of patrons in the rain. Soon you can run a hot bath and get warm dry clothes on your body and relax. You don’t even let yourself think of Cahir bathing and doing the same, but maybe you should. Maybe the heat on your cheeks would stop the clattering of your teeth in the cold rain.

Once the mud turns to cobblestones it’s much easier to run to the overhanging roof of the structure, Cahir quickly swinging open the door and ushering you inside.

He pulls down your hood gently, and smooths away any hair stuck down to your face from the rain.

“Let me go to your rooms,” he requests.

“Oh, so forward of you. And here I thought you were a man of honor,” you tease back. He laughs, quietly.

“I mean so I can start heating your bath and your fireplace for you.”

“Oh, there’s no need. Your cloak was already enough,” you protest, your hand moving to grasp at the arm of his tunic like you could hold him back. Once Cahir puts his mind to something, it is done.

“I insist.”

#cahir imagine #cahir x reader #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach x reader

[astaldis]

Chapters: 1/1    Words: 355

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Additional Tags: chaos-company's Angstpril 2024, Longing, Young Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Series: Part 2 of Young Cahir Snippets

Summary: Cahir sits by ‘his’ rock and gazes across the sea. (Sequel to "One Day")

For the Angstpril prompt "Longing".

#angstpril2024 #the witcher tv #the witcher netflix #fanfiction #day4 #longing #cahir #young cahir #Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach #the witcher fanfiction #ficlet

[hanzajesthanza]

i know that assire was likely just using some hyperbole and imagery to convey her point to fringilla when she described a young cahir as such

but i can never shake this mental image from of my head. every time i think about cahir i think about a little noble boy riding around on a hobby horse and swinging around a wooden sword with a blanket tied across his chest as a makeshift cloak. cahir’s boyhood lives through him and defines his present

#also since assire is related to him perhaps she literally did know the young cahir to be like this #though to consider the ages here #a 6-year old ciri = 8 years ago = a 17-year old cahir #so yeah i don’t suppose this statement is literal #c: cahir #excerpt #book: baptism of fire #the witcher books #milva and cahir = defined by their childhoods #angoulême and regis = defined by their lack of childhoods and instead stupid stupid teen years

[hiddenqveendom]

qocc oc challenge - day one (aug 20): a brand new plot bunny for the witcher

Livitha Aep Dend — The Sworn Sword. The distant cousin of Emhyr var Emreis, she is a warrior by blood and serves as his sworn protector. Livitha played a pivotal role in the attack and eventual fall of Cintra alongside her lover, Cahir. Once, Petra is brought to their side, she becomes the young princess' defacto parental figure/mentor. She is blindly loyal to the cause of The White Flame. Petronella of Cintra — The Spare Cub. Petronella Elen Adalia Calanthe, best know as Petra of Cintra, is the fraternal twin sister of Cirilla of Cintra. As the mirror of her father, she was often cast out and disfavored in place of her sister. Due to this, she became filled with spite and was easily manipulated into joining the cause of The White Flame by her friend the court mage, Vincen, despite not knowing it's true meaning. Petra is used by Emhyr to help track down, Ciri. Vincen of Blaviken — The Mage. The formidable apprentice of Vilgefortz, Vincen was best known for offering his services to the court of Cintra. Unbeknownst to anyone, his true loyalties rested with Nilfgaard and its new Emperor. His task was to gain Princess Petra's trust enough to have her surrender to Emhyr, one that he easily succeeded in. He is not loyal entirely loyal to Nilfgaard or the cause of The White Flame. More so, he is merely enticed by the idea of power.

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[somefanficrecomendations]

March Monthly Roundup

A belated St. Patrick’s Day, and Happy Easter if you celebrate! Sadly, I had a busy March, so this month’s rec list is short and sweet!

BATFAM Too Close to Rotting to be Alive by alicecrow6 (gen), <1k, Damian Wayne-centric, Angst The thoughts of a rotting corpse not yet placed in his grave.

pull up the ladder when the flood comes by mintchocochips (gen), 4k, Cass Cain-centric Black Bat is operating in Hong Kong. Bruce is dead. A hell of a lot of people are dead. Cass is trying her damnedest not to drown. She doesn't want anyone else to drown either. She just wants to be good. She is maybe, just maybe, not okay.

charity by Valkrin (gen), 7k, Different First Meeting, Bad Parent!Drakes The biggest downside of being adopted by Bruce Wayne is putting up with rich people events, including one where Jason will be in a room with a bunch of rich kids for a couple very long hours while Bruce goes to the adults' meeting. Jason is ready for a very bad time but the Drake kid listens to him from the start and keeps backing up Jason's ideas even though they've never met. Jason warms up to Tim Drake long before Mad Hatter tries to take over the meeting and Tim backs him up again.

the picture frames have changed and so has your name by Zahri (gen), 24k, Case Fic, Hurt/Comfort There’s something wrong with Dick. Tim thought everything was getting back to normal. Bruce was alive and back in their timeline, the Birds of Prey were once again operating out of Gotham, Dick had the city well under control as Batman and even Damian had been less obnoxious than usual. And then during a firefight at a warehouse by the docks, Tim was almost hit by a flying boomerang. And Dick never noticed. When something is wrong with your big brother, who else do you turn to but your big sisters?

Fatherhood for Dummies by Havendance WIP, (gen), 6k, Batman Comics, POV Jack Drake When Tim runs away to No Man's Land, it takes Jack far too long to realize that he's gone. Once he does though, he'll do anything he can to get him back.

THE WITCHER Flung to Catch a Star by inexplicifics WIP, (Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier), 63k, Accidental Warlord AU      Morvran Voorhis, first-ranked prince of Nilfgaard, has been sent to Kaer Morhen on a diplomatic mission. His tasks are twofold: first, negotiate a nonaggression treaty between the wild barbarian Warlord of the North and the Nilfgaardian Empire. And second, ingratiate himself with the mysterious Warlord’s daughter and heir apparent, Princess Cirilla.      Sir Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, a Vicovaran knight, has been assigned to protect young Prince Voorhis on this mission. Prince Voorhis may be the best of a bad lot, but Cahir’s still not looking forward to the threats or the temperature of a winter in the distant North.      They both know their mission is a dangerous one. But they don’t know where the true danger lies…and while they know how to navigate Nilfgaard’s treacherous court, they are not prepared for Kaer Morhen. This is a mission they might not survive…and if they do, they might be changed beyond all recognition.

HARRY POTTER Three Body Problem by cabezas_de_vaca (gen), 43k, Alternate Hogwarts House Sorting To the girl with the bushy hair and the hungry mind, the Hat says RAVENCLAW; To the boy with the scar and the ask of otherwise, the Hat says SLYTHERIN; To the sixth son who has already chosen the two others, from a chance encounter on a train, the Hat says HUFFLEPUFF; and Flitwick is delighted and Sprout is intrigued and Snape is resigned, to say the least. Or: Perhaps the trio is inevitable everywhere, but in this variation, none of them are in Gryffindor, and they do their best to build things anyway.

CROSSOVER While You Were Missing by basil_coffee_and White Collar x Batman (Jason Todd/Roy Harper), 23k, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Jason!Neal A familiar redheaded child darts across the bullpen with a shout of “PAPA!” and barrels into Jason’s arms. “Lian–” He breathes. Jason's undercover work as Neal Caffrey is difficult for several reasons. He didn't anticipate that single parenting would be one of them, though.

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Princess Emiliana Adalia Elen Riannon of Cintra, eldest daughter of Princess Pavetta and Duny or now known as Emepror Emhyr Var Emesis has struggled with control for as long she can remember.

She didn’t know what she was capable of and didn’t wish to find out. After the death of her parents, Emiliana was raised by her grandparents who keep a close eye on her and trained by Mousesack.

She grew up along with her twin sister Cirilla, the two sisters were often never without the other and always did everything together.

13 years later, Emiliana has blossomed into a beautiful young woman and starts to transition in a young woman. Many Nothern Lords seeks out her hand in marriage, but Queen Calanthe has no intention on letting either of her cubs out of her sight.

That would all change when Emiliana comes across a certain Vicovora solider who is on a secret mission for the White Flame; keep a close eye on the Prinesses and take note of Cintra defenses

When Cahir meets the Princess he has no idea who she is at first and grows close to her. Over the next few months the two begin to grow close to one another unknown of each other true identities.

When Niffagaerd invades Cintra, the two found find themselves seeing hard truths for the first time ad find themselves on opposite sides.

Now, as Emiliana is on the run with with her twin Cirilla she tries her best to remain unnoticed and hide from Cahir. While, Cahir searches for his princess day and night never giving up the hope.

Would he find the Princess and deliver her to the White Flame or would he find his mission impossible. How would the Black Knight complete his mission when his heart was beginning to cloud over his head.

Soon, he would find his love for the Princess too greatly to ignore and find himself doubting his loyalty to Emhyr.

If there was anything mores scary then betraying the White Flame it was falling in love with his daughter for the Great Sun was arduous of his daughters and kill anyone he thought that was a threat or uncconvinces to them.

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