I am retiring this blog because I am no longer on Tumblr. The next Witcher Wheel of the Year in 2027 will run in The Witcher community on Pillowfort and Witcherverse on Dreamwidth.
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A Witcher Wheel of the Year will be a series of events all through the year 2025 - prompts for Imbolc and Ostara are now revealed!
There will be prompts based on every festival of the Wheel of the Year, and you are invited to create fics or art of whatever strikes your fancy for those. Prompts will be smutty and non-smutty, you can pick one or several. If you feel like creating something not based on the prompts, go ahead! We only ask that there is some connection to the festival, however you choose to interpret it.
All themes and genres are welcome, from G to E and from fluff to whump. This is a kink and darkfic friendly event, as long as you tag/warn accordingly.
No upper or lower word count limit for writers
All canons are welcome - games, TV shows, books
All ships are welcome, as are gen fics
Please be kind to each other - no bashing or kinkshaming ect.
On the date of each festival, there will be an event where you can share your work. Tag with #witcherwheeloftheyear so people can find it! Follow us on @witcherwheeloftheyear and @ us when you post so we can reblog!
Prompts will be revealed throughout the year, around three months ahead so you have time to create.
There is an AO3 collection here and a canonical tag: A Witcher Wheel of the Year Challenge
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If you want to send me an anon message and you have no Tumblr account, please do so via a reply the Dreamwidth post for the event, 'More Options' will let you select anon). Also runs on Pillowfort
Prompts and Dates
Dates
Imbolc February 2nd
Ostara March 20th
Beltane May 1st
Litha June 21st
Lammas August 1st
Mabon September 22nd
Samhain November 1st
Yule December 21st
Prompts
Imbolc
vows - first time - candles - bed
lamb - weaving - thunder - ashes
Ostara
bathing/drowning - strawman - evergreen
eggs - leaving a mark - smoke - succession
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Beltane
handfasting/promise - ribbons - cakes - cast out
(re)kindle - dancing - circles - grove
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Litha
springs/wells - berries - water spirits
burn/brand - wreath - fortune telling - flower of the fern
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Lammas
hunger - reaper/reaping - noon wraith
ploughing - herbs - thunder - crops
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Mabon
harvesting - circles - scythe - pancake
blessing - cutting - gratitude
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Samhain
candles - ancestors - masks - treats
feasting - unquiet dead - thresholds
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Yule
vigil - evergreen - stars/star gazing
divining - straw(man) - amulet - song
Graphics for the moodboard by Crimsonherbarium, Sun Cross from Wikipedia, moodboard put together by bookscorpion. All base images free to use.
Thank you so much for running the event @witcherwheeloftheyear â€ïž
Here are all the fics that I wrote inspired by the inspiring 2025 prompts:
Imbolc: A Present from the Heart
Yennefer is busy making a present for Geralt when Ciri enters her room.
Rating: G; Words: 800; Ship: Ciri & Yennefer
Ostara: The Spring and the River
The magic of the spring equinox does not leave the members of Geralt's Hanza unaffected.
Rating: Teen and up; Words: 1,400; Ship: Cahir/Milva, Geralt/Regis
Beltane: The Birch Grove
After Istredd has recovered from his imprisonment, he attends a Beltane celebration with Triss. Luckily, there is a nearby birch grove where they can have some extra fun.
Finally, darkness has fallen on this shortest night of the year. Litha, the night of the summer solstice, a mythical night of celebration and magic. The villagers have lit the bonfires, and music and singing invites to dance and make merry. Soon, couples will jump the fire together, a good omen for their relationship if they succeed.
OR: The night of the summer solstice goes very different for Coën and Cahir than planned.
Rating: Teen and up; Words: 2,400; Ship: Cahir/Coën
Lammas: Heat and Dust
It has been the hottest, driest summer in the Lyrian Plains since ever and monsters born of heat and dust are haunting the fields around the small villages. Fortunately, Geralt of Rivia is already on his way. At the tavern, a surprise is waiting for the thirsty Witcher.
Or: Stribog is back in Nimue's village and tells the curious children a Witcher story.
When will the 2026 first prompts be released? IM excited to start!!!
Hi, I'm doing Witcher Wheel of the Year every two years, so the next one will be in 2027. The first prompts for that will be released around November 2026!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
@witcherwheeloftheyear
Chapters: 1/1 Â Words: 1,001
Fandom: WiedĆșmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon & Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia
Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy
Additional Tags: A Witcher Wheel of the Year Challenge 2025, Stargazing, Bittersweet
Summary: The stars are shining brightly in the night sky of two very different places. Do they gaze back at those who gaze at them?
Here it is, my last work for @witcherwheeloftheyear
Homewards
Ciri and Ihuarraquax take rest beneath the stars.
I used this as an opportunity to write something for my favourite scenes and characters from the books. It was really fun to play around with the prompts, trying to fit them and what I wanted to tell into drabbles as a challenge.
I am happy about what I learned and what stories I managed to tell.
Thanks to @witcherwheeloftheyear and thanks to everyone who participated in any form!!!
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The Witcher Rarepair Comment Exchange is now open for signups!
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Signups are open November 1st to 15th, time to comment is from 1st December to 15th.
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If you have suddenly forgotten everything you like/donât like to read, the Fisstech & Succubi Eskel Exchange has an excellent list to help you get started here
The rarepair must be the focus of your fic. We count everything as a rarepair with less than 1000 fics on AO3 at the time when you submit your story.
The pairing can be romantic or platonic/friendship.
This event welcomes darkfic, WIPs (the submitted chapter must be published on AO3), crossovers and OCs. As long as the fic is tagged correctly, you can submit whatever you want. The flip side of submit whatever you want is that we will not tolerate bashing of submitted fics.
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"I'm glad you're here." Geralt squeezes Ciri's hand back and smiles at her before growing serious. "It's not much further now. When we are in the woods, it's important that we don't speak. It's not dangerous, but silence is respectful. You'll see."
Geralt shares a secret with Ciri
Season's Dance
Fandom: The Witcher (Video Games)
Rating: G
Words: 1,086
written for @witcherwheeloftheyear's Samhain event, the prompt was threshold
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
@witcherwheeloftheyearâ Â @heronfemâ
For the Witcher Wheel of the Year prompts âcandlesâ, âtreatsâ, âunquiet deadâ & âthresholdsâ and the Witchertober prompts âHauntedâ, âPyreâ, âSilverâ & âSamhainâ
Chapters: 1/1 Â Â Words: 2,162
Fandom: WiedĆșmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Leo Bonhart (kind of), Vesemir, Kelpie, Lambert (mentioned), Coën (Mentioned)
Additional Tags: A Witcher Wheel of the Year Challenge 2025, Witchertober, Holiday: Samhain, Witcher Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Alive CoĂ«n, Spoilers for The Lady of the Lake, Spoilers for The Tower of the Swallow, Angst with a happy ending, Fluff and Angst, Post-CanonÂ
Series: Part 4 of Witcher Ciri
Summary: Ciri is on her way back to Kaer Morhen for the winter, but a ghost is waiting for her on the path, an especially evil one.
signups for the Witcher Rarepair Comment Exchange will open
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SQUEAKING IN UNDER THE WIRE, IT'S A WITCHERTOBER PROMPT LIST!
No one had made one (that I'd seen) so far this year so with the power of the fastest thrown together image I could make, here you go! If you would like to, I've made a collection on AO3 here (or you can just search for Witchertober_2025) if you'd like to post on AO3 and add your fics to it! The collection is set to All Media Types so if it's Hexer, The Witcher (Netflix), CDPR's Witcher games, Gwent, the comics, or our much beloved books, all is welcome.
Please feel free to share this around, and don't take it to seriously. Do whatever prompts you like! No one is paying you for this, so have some fun with it! HAPPY OCTOBERRRR!!!
"You want some help with that?"
Eskel's deep voice right by his ear makes Lambert jump and tear the notice just as he is taking it off the board.
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Time to share a contract, and some other things.
Count Your Blessings
Fandom: The Witcher (Video Games)
Rating: G
Pairing: Eskel/Lambert
Words: 2507
written for Witcher Wheel of the Year's Mabon event
lambert/aiden/jaskier
for Mabon as part of @witcherwheeloftheyear
Mabon
harvesting - circles - scythe - pancake
blessing - cutting - gratitude
(ao3)
The - literal - Cat-call from over by the field boundary wall wasnât unexpected.Â
Lambert had heard the approach of a certain Witcher coming for a while now. If Aiden hadnât wanted him to know of his approach, Lambert wouldnât have had a damn clue until the Cat had scared the ever loving shit out of him by appearing at his elbow with an inane remark and a smug smirk as Lambert leapt ten feet in the air with a volley of curses. Clearly Aiden was feeling a bit lazy in the Autumn heat, enjoying a leisurely stroll whilst searing his gaze across Lambertâs already sun-baked back, heâd discarded his shirt and leathers halfway through the field when farming had proved to be a touch more labour-intensive than handling the average monster nest. Â
âLooking good, Lamb,â Aiden teased with a level of salaciousness not usually heard outside a brothel. Lambert snorted and kept swinging the scythe in the mediative motions through the wheat. He was almost finished, and heâd be damned if he was going to let the Cat distract him now.Â
He heard Aiden sigh softly, a put on wistful swooning sound as he settled against the wall, leathers creaking in a way that told Lambert theyâd be recently replaced. That got Lambertâs attention, and he scowled over his shoulder. Aiden had the good sense to look mildly sheepish as Lambert eyed the shiny new leathers deliberately. He could still smell the damn dye on the breeze thatâs how new they were, the rich royal blue was a little too eye catching for the usual Witcher get up, but Aiden favoured it, and it was one of the few indulgences that the Cat Witcher allowed himself.
âWhat caught you?â Lambert demanded. Thankfully, Aiden didnât bother to lie or pretend some measure of ignorance or innocence about the matter. Theyâd played that particular game a few times in the past, and all it did was lead to them both being miserable and someone storming off for weeks at a time. Usually Lambert. Neither one of them really wanted to waste the limited time the seasons offered them to be together now-a-days, more so now theyâd coaxed a particular song bird into their bed.Â
âA Werewolf, mated pair. The village hadnât mentioned the second one, probably didnât know about her and I should have done a bit more investigating, but it had appeared simple enough,â Aiden shrugged with a slight wince, already anticipating the lecture and bracing himself for the volley of curses and chastising that would come.Â
Lambert did not disappoint, they were barely a year out of the attempt on Aidenâs life by his own kin and Lambert was still twitchy about every scrape and bruise his partner suffered, âItâs never simple Aiden, you fucking know that, if it looks simple-â
âYes, yes, itâs a fucking trap,â Aiden finished with a gruff impersonation of Lambertâs own voice, a touch too deep but otherwise unnervingly accurate. âI was eager to get it done, a simple mistake.âÂ
Lambert finished the final swing with a touch more violence behind it, âIâd rather not lose you to a âsimple mistakeâ.â
Aidenâs smile softened just a little, âYou wonât Wolf, Iâm tougher than that, we should be more concerned by our little Sandpiper, speaking of whichâŠ?â Aiden left the question unsaid and Lambert glared at him for a moment, his unsubtle attempt to change the subject had been noted, and they would be swinging back around to Aidenâs recent brush with Death soon enough.Â
âTavern, earning some coin,â Lambert jerked his head to the Inn just on the edge of the widowâs land. The building looked like a dark mushroom with its large second floor overhanging the first, not the most inviting space, but there was the soft lilt of Jaskierâs singing echoing out of the open shutters transforming the sullen and shadowy tavern into something a touch friendlier.
Aidenâs head tilted to the side as he focused on picking up the tell-tale tune from a distance, Lambert knew the moment he caught it when his face softened and his lips twitched towards a smile. He listened for a moment before turning his attention back on Lambert. Â
âAnd here you are farming?â Aidenâs eyebrow cocked upwards.
âOld ladyâs newly widowed from the winter, asked for a hand bringing in the harvest,â Lambert shrugged it off, feeling the heat of his cheeks change from a summer burn to embarrassment at having, yet again, been caught doing something either of his loverâs considered noble.
Aidenâs one remaining eye twinkled, âAhâŠand I suppose none of the local lads were able to help?â
Lambert groaned as he brought the last of the wheat to the pile near Aidenâs knowing gaze, âNot enough coin in it for them.â
âMy sweet soft-hearted wolf,â Aiden mumbled sappily as he lent against the stones, chin in hand.Â
âShut it,â Lambert grumbled, moving close enough to get a well deserved and long overdue reunion kiss. They rarely separated these days, but the draw of more than a couple of contracts had split their paths for a handful of weeks. Lambert lingered in the surprisingly chaste kiss, long enough that when they parted, Aidenâs breaths came a little harder. Aiden nuzzled their noses together, chasing an additional kiss before Lambert left a quick peck on his fellow Witcherâs nose and moved away to finish his work, content that heâd riled Aiden up enough to lead to an interesting night.Â
âSap,â Aiden teased, hopping the wall with his usual grace and setting himself to the task of helping Lambert tie the harvest into manageable bundles. Neither of them had much skill nor understanding about farming, but it would have to do.Â
âLetâs get this to her shed and see if Jaskierâs conned some free drinks and room out of the innâs owner,â Lambert said, throwing a handful of bushels onto his shoulder and marching towards the humble stone cottage tucked into a corner of the acreage.Â
âKnowing him, thereâll be a bath too,â Aiden pointed out, following Lambertâs lead hefting his own bundles.Â
With Aidenâs help they had the harvested wheat tucked away safely in no time at all and the sun had just sunk beneath the horizon when the ailing grandmother had pushed a wonky but delicious smelling freshly baked apple pie into Lambertâs hands as a thank you for his kindness.Â
Ignoring Aidenâs both sappy and teasing grin, they finally made their way to the tavern, slipping in just as Jaskier bowed with a flourish and lingering final note to one of his more jauntier tunes. He caught sight of them as he rose, offering a wink in greeting before turning his attention back to the small but engrossed crowd.Â
âGood folk, I leave you but for a moment to wet my throat and enjoy some of your most hearty offerings! I suggest you indulge as well before my return,â Jaskier said with all his usual showmanship, ignoring the whines and demands for more songs with ease as he skipped across the room to a table heâd appeared to claim as his own. Aiden and Lambert joined him, Aiden ducking to nip at Jaskierâs cheek in greeting.Â
âGood to see you too pussycat,â Jaskier said, flicking a chastising finger at the Cat Witcher. Aiden smirked, ducking under Jaskierâs ridiculously floppy hat for a proper hello kiss that left Lambert a little warm around the chest as he watched.
âIâve missed you both,â Aiden admitted with an enviable ease as he pulled back with a sigh, sliding onto the bench and settling into the shadowy corner. Lambert shoved the ugly emotion to one side, despite now having two relative verbose lovers, Lambert was still lagging in the communication department, but he was trying. He dropped the still warm pie onto the table and slid in beside Aiden.Â
Jaskier waved at the innkeeper, clearly heâd already ordered for them all long before theyâd shown up, anticipating two hungry Witchers' arrival, âItâll be good to travel together for a spell, weâve a room and a bath for two nights and I do believe the Alderman will be round a bit later with a request. Something that sounds like Nekkerâs near the woods.â
âYouâve been busy,â Lambert said as the waitress pushed three heavy bowls laden with spiced stew across the table, she darted away quickly for whatever else Jaskier had ordered that sheâd been unable to carry in one go.Â
âNot really, just listening to the gossip,â Jaskier replied, taking the bread and an ale from the returning waitress.Â
Aiden took the last two flagons for the rushed lass with a nod of thanks to her, âAnd you just happened to mention us in response?â He said knowingly. The bard was really only subtle to everybody else, it was truly fascinating to see him work a crowd or an Alderman with ease while Lambert worried about the general state of intelligence for most of the continent.Â
Jaskier shrugged, a wicked smile on his lips, âOnly to help, now dig in. Iâve promised one more set, and then weâre taking full advantage of that bath and bed.â
