#'yeah geralt's gonna fuck this person up'

[catierambles]

Alternate Instincts Ch.7

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 1433

Warnings: ....*tired shrugging*

Sy found her in the living room, wrapped in a blanket on the couch. The TV was on, but she didn’t seem to be watching it.

“Doll?” She just hummed at him, not even looking at him as he sat down next to her. “What’s on your mind?

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“Mike’s tellin’ me you’re givin’ him one-word answers, and you’re makin’ yourself as unnoticeable as possible.”

“Well, I failed, obviously.”

“What’s up, Steph?” He asked and she was silent for such a long moment that he thought she wasn’t going to answer.

“You know,” She said, “I wonder if when you guys were growing up, if you tried to picture who your Mate was going to be. Were they going to be short? Tall? Funny? Smart? Blonde, brunette, redhead? But you got me. Surprise! Sorry.”

“You think we’re disappointed that it’s you?”

“Sy, last night when August realized I was his Mate, he was pissed.” She said, “More than that, he was offended that it was me. It’s why I asked if you guys had any control over it. Thought maybe, if you couldn’t control it, you could just blame that. It’s not you, though, it’s your wolf, and there’s something about me that makes it stand up and take notice. So it’s my fault, and I’m sorry.”

“Babe…”

“You and Geralt said that you would never ask me to do something that makes me uncomfortable.” She said, “Never ask me to do something I didn’t want to do. Well, guess what? I’m not going to hold you to the whole Mate thing. You guys are free to do whatever you want to whoever you want. Don’t let me stop you. Couldn’t even if I had any right to.”

“Stephanie, we--”

“August hasn’t so much as looked at me since last night, so I doubt he’ll suffer to be in the same room as me for as long as he needs to be.” Stephanie said, “So, tell him I’m sorry? I’m sorry that it was me. I’m sorry it wasn’t the person he’s had in his head since he was a kid. I’m sorry his, and all of yours, Mate ended up being this wreck of a person who was too fucking stupid to recognize that her abusive shithead of a boyfriend was a goddamn Feral wolf. I should have put two and two together. I knew he was a wolf, he was open about that from the start, but I should have known something was very wrong when he kept refusing to come with me to work functions because I work with other wolves. I should have fucking realized he was twisted the first time he hit me.” She blinked, a tear rolling down her face and he wanted to reach out and brush it away.

“Steph, baby, we’re not disappointed that it’s you.” Sy said, “Yeah, we haven’t known you for long, but goddamn, woman, you jumped in front of a knife to protect someone you only met that day.”

“I figured since he was after me, if I kept his attention on me, he would leave Mike alone, at least until you guys showed up.”

“Yeah, I know.” He said, “So don’t you think for a moment that we wish it was someone else.”

“But August--”

“Walker is a ragin’ asshole sometimes.” He said and she snorted. “Easiest way to deal with him and get him to not be a ragin’ asshole, is to give back what you get. Once he realizes he’s not gonna bulldoze you, he’ll ease up. It took me punchin’ him in the face for him to stop bein’ an overbearin’ prick to me.”

“Really?” She asked, looking at him, and he nodded.

“I was a Captain in the Army, he worked for one of the Alphabet Mafia, our paths crossed in Iraq, and he rolled in like he owned the place. Started givin’ orders to my men like he had any right to. Tried to tell me what to do, even. I told him to go fuck himself, that we weren’t his lackeys. He got in my face so I popped’im one. We were cool after that.” He explained and there was a moment's pause before she gave a snort, shaking her head.

“Stephanie.” They both looked over the back of the couch as Geralt came down the stairs.

“Hey, Geralt, are you disappointed that Steph is your Mate?” Sy asked and there was a pause.

“No?” He said, an eyebrow arched in question.

“Resent her at all for it?”

“No.”

“Wishin’ it was someone else?”

“No.” He said again, “I spoke to my contact on the Pack Council, let them know what happened.”

“Okay.” Stephanie said.

“They know how dangerous Lewis is because he can blend in as a Feral to the point where he can have relationships and employment.” Geralt said and she waited for him to continue. “And I informed them that you’re my Mate, and the others as well.”

“What they say to that?” Sy asked.

“They asked me to confirm that it’s all of us and I did.”

“Okay…” Stephanie said.

“One of their representatives is going to reach out to your work and landlord,” Geralt said, “You’re officially under our protection until the Feral wolf Jordan Lewis is either dead or in Council custody.”

“How do they know where I work and live?” She asked and he paused.

“I looked into you.” He said and she gave him a look. “Habit.”

“Why do they care what happens to me?” Stephanie asked, “I’m not a wolf.” They were starting to sound like a broken record with that phrase.

“No, but you’re the Mate of four Alphas, one of whom is a Council Tracker. Namely, myself.” Geralt said, “Also, if Lewis was able to get to you because they decided it was a human problem, it would look bad for them as he’s a Feral wolf and they have a very public agreement with federal law enforcement to handle Feral wolves when they make themselves known.”

“Oh.” She said.

“Other Trackers in the surrounding areas have been notified to be on the lookout for him.”

“He won’t make it easy.”

“They know.”

“So,” She started, pulling her knees to her chest and Geralt walked around the couch so she didn’t have to crane her neck to look at him, “Do Trackers have like…jurisdictions?”

“We’re less law enforcement, more bond enforcement.” Geralt said, “Local LEOs will contact the Pack Council when they think a Feral is in their jurisdiction, and they’ll send one of us to investigate. The locals foot the bill, but get reimbursed a set percentage by the Federal Government. They may not get all of their money back, but they’ll get most. We have areas that we stay in, kind of like jurisdictions, but sometimes we have to travel.”

“I actually knew Geralt from when I was a cop.” Walter said from the kitchen doorway, “This was before the decision was made to go public.”

“You were a cop?” Stephanie asked and he nodded.

“Lieutenant with Homicide.” He said, “Whenever we got a case that was particularly brutal, I contacted the Pack Council to have them send a Tracker out, to make sure it wasn’t a Feral that did it. If it was, then the murders miraculously stopped. If it wasn’t, then we got a fantastic stroke of good luck and were able to make an arrest. One time they sent out Geralt. Imagine my surprise when, a couple years after we went public, he showed up in Sy’s territory bleeding and half dead.”

“Geralt?” Stephanie asked and he shrugged.

“Feral fled into Sy’s territory.” He said, “I tracked him down, but there was a fight. I got injured and they patched me up.”

“And you just never left?” She asked and he shook his head.

“Walt,” Sy said, “Same question I asked Geralt.”

“Sy…” Stephanie said but he hushed her with a gesture.

“Are you disappointed that Steph is your Mate?” He asked and Walter arched a brow at him.

“Not at all.”

“Resent her?”

“Of course not.”

“Wish it was someone else?”

“Absolutely not.” He said and Sy looked at her.

“See, babe? You got nothin’ to fret over.” He said and she gave a quiet huff of a laugh. “You're not…uh…disappointed that it's us, are you? I mean, I know humans don't have Mates, but you're not like…bummed out that it's us, yeah?”

“Please,” She said with a mirthless snort, “You guys are so out of my league it's not even funny.”

#henry cavill #captain syverson #august walker #walter marshall #hellraiser mike #geralt of rivia #alternate instincts

[mother-marilynn]

Men I have a big fat crush on:

I'm pretty new to regular blogging and don't really know what to post about so here's a list of male musicians, actors, and celebrities that I think are really pretty.

Robert Sean Leonard ( He's like the definition of pretty. I mean come on. )

Frank Iero ( Not only is he a fucking amazing musician and super talented he's also really funny and pretty which is cool. )

Jake Webber ( I just love him. He's such a little monster. Don't worry Johnnie's on the list too. )

Jeremy Irons ( Okay, he's mainly on the list due to his role in Lolita 1997 but shhhh. )

Mads Mikkelsen ( How would I make a list of pretty men without him being on here. I want him to ultraviolence me. )

Joey Jordison ( Again, another gremlin I love. His music is so good and he was such a talented drummer. RIP Joey. )

Pedro Pascal ( Pretty basic celeb crush but I don't even care, he's so nice to look at. )

Joseph Gordon-Levitt ( EEEEE He's such an amazing actor and He's honestly just too adorable. )

Keanu Reeves ( The amount of times I've watched the John Wick movies and I don't even like action flicks. )

Wyatt Olef ( I love him so much in I'm not okay with this and he's just such a good actor. He adds so much to movies and such. )

Johnnie Guilbert ( See? I told you. Honestly I love Johnnie for so many reasons. I used to watch his videos when I was like 9 and I still love him even though I'm not emo anymore, that and he's really pretty. )

Ryan Gosling ( Omg, He's so perfect. His duality in acting is actually insane and he's just so hilarious. He's one of those celeb crushes where I also just love him as a person and not just as an icon. )

Theodore Pellerin ( He's one of those actors with such a shockingly pretty face that watching movies with him in it literally makes me so invested. Not to discount his amazing acting. I honestly wish he was in Boy Erased for more scenes because his character could have had so much more depth. I just love him. )

Hugh Laurie ( Just saying if he didn't play House in House. I don't think it would be my favorite show. )

Mikey Way ( Remember when I said I'm not emo anymore? Yeah well I used to be very emo. So your just gonna have to cope with him being on here. He's such a talented bassist and just such a funny person. )

Jensen Ackles ( Something about him as a person AND as the men he plays is so mmm. )

Christian bale ( Can you tell American Psycho is one of my favorite movies??? Christian bale is such an amazing actor and is able to convey emotion so fucking well it's actually insane. I wish he was in more movies. )

Henry Cavill ( I mean, come on. He's superman, AND Geralt. Let's be serious. )

Troye Sivan ( I don't know what about him is so amazing, but I just love him so much for no discernable reason. )

Chino Moreno ( I think the fact that deftones mainly produced horny emo music is the main reason for the appeal. Either way, Chino has always been one of my biggest musician crushes. )

John Krasinski ( Yes, I had to look up how to spell his last name, and yes, I am a painfully huge fan of the office. )

Ryan Reynolds ( Not only is he super pretty but Ryan's acting style is so unique and honestly just amazing. How he is able to literally just be himself in every role is insane and I love it. *also his voice is very hot but you didn't hear that from me* )

Gerard Way ( Again, some things never change. Including my taste in emo men. Gerard way is such a fucking amazing musician, singer, and artist. He's just amazing and has produced so much media that I love. )

Cillian Murphy ( Okay, like, what girl doesn't love this man. He's just so... muah. I also love the fact that actually he's just some loving dad that doesn't know how texting or social media works. )

Daniel Ash ( He's such a talented guitarist and I just love him. I honestly wish I could know more about some older bands. )

Well. I hope you enjoyed this list of random men I love.

And yes, I will be posting A list of female and non-binary people I'm in love with secretly.

#girlblogger #girlblogging #hell is a teenage girl #im just a girl #girlhood #just girly things #crush #celebrity crush #man crush forever #love me #crushing #yearning #longing #girl core #becoming that girl #cinammon girl #cinnamon girl #coquette girl #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #gaslight gatekeep girlblog #girl blogging #girl blogger #girl blog #girl interrupted #girl boss gaslight gatekeep #girl rotting #girl problems #girl thoughts #girl things #girlblog

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 21

Masterlist

Series masterlist

Part 20 🍂 Part 22

Pairing: Syverson x ofc

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?"

Chapter warnings: Some angst...

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: @keanureevesisbae there we go... A very awkward little snippet of life. I now owe up to chapter 26! Looks like you guys are getting more Sy... Always more and more Sy... Some of the conversations in this are in Dutch, which I translated for everyone who doesn't speak Dutch. Which is... well... most people, I guess?

@deandoesthingstome @geralts-yenn @omgkatinka @summersong69 @diegos-butt @beck07990 @peaches1958 @pandaxnienke

“What in tarnation?” It was too early for you to be up, or so Sy seemed to think, and most certainly too early for anything to have you this stressed out.

“Sy,” you said, gesturing at him to put the wood he was holding away, “I’m so sorry…” That sounded very dramatic – so dramatic that he actually dropped the firewood. He was with you in seconds.

“What’s goin’ on?” His voice was soft and the look in his eyes worried.

“I completely forgot…” You stared at your phone in disbelief. “My mom is coming over.”

“My goodness, Sugar,” Sy said, “You’re gonna give a man a heart attack. When does she get here?”

“Half an hour.” Apparently, Sy did think that was cause for some panic, because he seemed to zone out for a second. “And she’s bringing my aunts. And I just realized I may or may not have forgotten to mention that we were actually dating, let alone that you’ve moved in. On the plus side, you’ll have met my whole family.”

“Whole family?” Really? That was the part that brought him back to the real world?

“Yeah. It’s just the four of us. My aunts never married, dad isn’t in the picture, don’t have any siblings.”

“You’re kidding?” The bewilderment on his face was absolutely hilarious to you. How hard could it be to understand that you just didn’t have a big family?

“I most certainly am not.”

“Sugar… Jesus, I’m kinda glad I don’t gotta meet your dad…” Alright, you understood the way he was raised, but that still hit you in the independence wrong.

“Oh, no, my mom is definitely the one you should be worried about, anyway,” you said with a sweet smile. He could suck on that. Nothing wrong with making him sweat a little… Or well… A little more. He was already covered in sweat from chopping wood, and with the amount of time you had – or rather didn’t have – you could really do without the way that drove you nuts.

“She gonna be mad we’re livin’ together?” You dodged him when he tried to hug you, which struck a nerve with him.

“Probably not. Mad that I didn’t tell her, maybe.” You shrugged, and then you looked at your phone again, “You have about 25 minutes to shower.”

“You mean…” He got that devilish grin on his face that made you curse him, and he licked his lips slowly as he took a step towards you.

“Sy, no.” You actually raised a finger at him, as if you were scolding a dog, but it didn’t work. Of course it didn’t. You shrieked as he threw you over his shoulder and marched you upstairs, not putting you down until you were in the bathroom. It was a miracle that the shirt you were wearing even survived; he all but tore it off your body. Now, of course you could have made a break for it when Sy let go of you to take off his own clothes. Except that plan went down the drain the second he lifted his shirt. God damn him and his perfect body.

You knew for a fact that Sy was far too proud of his… prowess to ever underestimate the time he’d need to fuck you properly, which meant your mom was early. At least, assuming that the person ringing your doorbell like a madman (or -woman) was actually your mom. Part of you hoped it wasn’t when you quickly struggled to get into your clothes and ran down the stairs while furiously towel drying your hair.

“Mam!” Wait, did your Dutch sound weird all of a sudden? Was there an accent to it? For the love of God, you’d said one word. There was no way to tell.

“Lara, lieverd!” She hugged you tightly before pushing past you into the house, your aunts not far behind.

“Tante!” Two more sets of arms managed to creep around you before you even realized. “Tante!” Both of your aunts greeted you, without even bothering to break up their conversation about… whatever – until something stopped them and their chattering dead in their tracks. That ‘something’ was Sy, who walked down the stairs unusually quietly and very, very carefully. Your mom raised an eyebrow at you, your aunts exchanged looks – then looked at you, then back at each other, then at Sy, then back to you.

“Lara…” One of them started, but there was no way in hell you were going to let them finish that sentence.

“Eh, mam, tantes, dit is Sy,” you said. Yeah. Your Dutch was definitely shaky. “En Sy is…” your mom asked impatiently.

“Eh… Mijn vriend.” (Eh... My boyfriend.)

“Nou! De hemel zij geprezen!” Your mom’s eldest sister said as she rolled her eyes. (Oh, thank god!)

“Zou onderhand eens tijd worden, meisje.” (It was about damn time, girl.)

“Lieve schat,” your mom whispered, “hoe oud is hij?” It took a little more courage than you had initially expected to tell your mom Sy was thirty to your twenty-four, but she seemed to be completely okay with it. Your aunts did a couple too many double-takes of Sy within the span of a few minutes to ever convince you that they weren’t on board with this. (Darling, ... , how old is he?)

“Nou, dame, het ziet er niet uit alsof je het slecht voor elkaar hebt!” Your aunts nodded at you approvingly while Sy just stood there, looking… befuddled. Because… Oh God. Because you were clearly talkling about him in a language he didn’t understand. (Well, lady, it doesn't look like you're having a terrible time.)

“I’m sorry!” You said, and you took a few steps towards him. Your plan had been to give him a hug, but somehow you couldn’t make it past putting a hand on his arm – not with your mother in the room – and his face fell when you did. He seemed to shrug it off immediately, but you knew he was going to bring it up later – as he should.

“So, Sy, that’s an interesting name.” Classic introduction to the interrogation, way to go, Mom. Sy gave them the story of why he went by Sy, and your family paid close attention. On three separate occasions, your mom’s youngest sister looked at you as if you’d gone completely insane – and maybe you had. You were sitting about as far away from Sy on the couch as you could reasonably expect to get away with, and you felt him grow more tense with every passing second. Everyone seemed to be getting along perfectly fine, and you were hoping that the rest of the day – and the rest of the visit – would be smooth sailing, but unfortunately, your aunt managed to ask that one question relatively early on.

“What do you do, Sy?” That wasn’t the question. As a matter of fact, they were thrilled to find out he was a contractor – your eldest aunt may have said something vaguely inappropriate about the appeal of strong, handy men – and they ‘aww’-ed loudly when he said he’d helped you remodel this place. But then all hell broke loose.

“And do you live in town, or…” Your mom was genuinely interested in the answer, but both you and Sy tensed up immediately. It seemed like Sy was going to leave this one up to you – which was probably for the best…

“He, eh…” you stammered, “he lives here.” The look on your face bordered on guilty, and you cursed yourself for not having put your time before they arrived to better use and actually preparing some form of an answer to this question.

“Are you telling me you’ve moved in together?” your brain scrambled for a decent explanation of the situation, naturally completely foregoing the fact that ‘the truth’ was one hundred percent an option.

“Yes?” It was more of a question than an answer. You could tell your aunts were mentally grabbing popcorn – not because they wanted to see you fight, but because they were nosy, and curious, and extremely invested in drama, and yes those were three ways of saying the same damn thing, but right now that wasn’t exactly important.

“You’ve been together for five months, and you’re living together?” You missed the perfectly neutral tone in your mother’s voice and somehow plastered a boatload of anger and derision over it, instead. “For how long?”

“A little over a month, ma’am,” Sy said politely. You should have been grateful that he was willing to shoulder some of the blame, but instead you panicked even more. And this type of panic, you recognized all too well. It was the kind of panic you couldn’t contain, the kind of panic that sent words flying out your mouth you really shouldn’t be saying.

“It just… It seemed like a good idea at the time…” Implying that it didn’t seem that way now, great start. “Sy’s been looking for a place forever.” Present tense that really shouldn’t be there, you were really going for gold here. “It was supposed to be a temporary solution.” Blatant lie – and the thing that really caught Sy off guard. He snapped his head up and looked at you.

“Temporary sol-” He couldn’t even finish the word. “Sugar, I think I need to head out for a minute, ‘fore I say somethin’ incredibly stupid.” He still managed to excuse himself to your aunts and mom before he got up and left the house.

“Ben jij nou helemaal van de pot gepleurd?” Your aunts really didn’t hesitate to give you a piece of their minds – not that your mom was thrilled about the situation. (Are you completely insane? Literally: Did you fall off the toilet. (I wish I was kidding.))

“Heb jij enig idee hoe weinig van zulke kerels er rondlopen op deze planeet?” Well, the good news was they liked him… (Do you have any idea how scarce good guys like that are on this planet?)

“Vierentwintig jaar, Lara, lopen wij met z’n allen te wachten, tot jij eindelijk eens een keer met een leuke vent thuiskomt.” Oh boy, you could tell your youngest aunt was on fire tonight… “En punt één zeg je niks als je er eindelijk een gevonden hebt, punt twee jaag je ‘m zo even buiten. Wat moeten we nou in godshemelsnaam met jou, hè?” (Twenty-four years, Lara, we're waiting for you to bring home a nice guy" ... "And first of all, you don't tell anyone when you've finally found one, second of all, you chase him out the dore just like that. What in the name of everything that's holy are we supposed to do with you?)

There it was again. They’d been telling you for years that they were close to abandoning all hope when it came to your (up until then completely nonexistent) love life, but this time, they actually looked for real. Your mom suggested she and sisters go back to the hotel – they were exhausted from traveling, after all – so you could talk to Sy, and without waiting for you to answer, they got up and left. Now ‘leaving’ was a process that took them at least thirty minutes. Thirty minutes in which your mom reassured you several times that she didn’t have a problem with the two of you living together, even if it was soon, and emphasizing how much better it would have been if you’d just told them the truth – as if that advice was going to help you now that the damage was already done. You were also told about twenty times that your mom and aunts really liked Sy, and that you should try your very best to fix this. Somewhere in that half hour between when they said they’d leave, and the moment the front door actually closed behind them, Sy came back home.

“Sy, I can explain…” you started, but he wasn’t having any of that. You’d done plenty of explaining, according to him. And you had to admit he probably had a point there.

“I can fuck you on every available surface in this house, but I can’t hug you in front of your family. That’s great. Thanks.” Right, he was clearly pissed about that too – and also completely within his right to be pissed, if you were completely honest about it. There were tears in your eyes before he even got to the part that made him really mad, and you saw him look away – he couldn’t stand to see you cry.

“Sugar, I wouldn’t’a cared if you’d told your ma that we’d only been livin’ together for a week. But it seemed like a good idea at the time? Makin’ it seem like I’m still lookin’ for a place, like this is a… Sugar, do you see this as a temporary thing?” That was somehow a very unexpected question. Especially the question behind the question.

“Sy, I…” You shook your head. “What are you asking me?”

“Do you think that this will end?”

“I don’t want it to,” you said, your voice almost pleading, as if he was actually saying goodbye to you.

“That’s not what I asked, is it?” he said. “When you think about five years from now, am I there? Are we still together?” You had to admit to yourself that you hadn’t dared think about it.

“Sy, anything could happen, and it’s not up to me, I-“

“Sugar. When you think about your future, am I in it?” His current attitude told you a lot about what his reply to his mom calling him out for ‘living with a woman he had no intention of marrying’ would have been. “Lara, I need an answer.” He sounded sad, defeated, almost.

“Yes,” you said, although your voice was just a whisper, “I do see a future with you.” It was freeing to admit that to yourself, but you knew it was going to take a lot more courage to admit it to the rest of the world.

“Then start actin’ like it, Sugar,” Sy said calmly.

[dat-carovieh]

Leave him alone

Ship: Geraskier

Rating: T

Wordcount: 5.9k

Chapters: 5

Tags: Highschool AU, Modern AU, Bullying, Nerdy Geralt, First Kiss, Getting Together, Suicide Mention

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Finally, it was lunch break, Jaskier had been hungry for at least two hours. He should really remember bringing food to school with him, but he already knew, he wouldn’t. Everyday he got hungry half way through the morning and went hungry until lunch break and everyday he forgot to bring anything to eat. He was about to walk over to the canteen as he passed a group of people, he knew some of them but right now he didn’t want to deal with anyone, he just wanted to get food. It took him a couple of seconds until he realised what was going on. In the middle were a boy, he’d seen a couple of times before, he usually was alone. He was dressed in black and his long white hair let him easily stick out. He looked extremely uncomfortable; shoulders drawn up as if to protect himself. It immediately didn’t sit right with Jaskier.

“Ey weirdo, come on, say something,” someone yelled, another pushed him and he stumbled against the wall behind him. Such assholes, Jaskier was especially angry, since some of them were people, he knew and had hung out with in the future. He dropped his bag and elbowed his way through the group, now standing next to the boy in the middle.

“Really, what the fuck. Feeling good going after a single person in a group? Is this making you feel strong? Giving you a kick? I really expected better from you, Marc and Pascal,” he was looking at the two guys he hung out with occasionally. “Come on piss off everyone,” he yelled. He was absolutely ready to throw hands. But luckily it wasn’t necessary, because everyone started to leave. He started to calm down again and picked up his bag.

“You okay?” he asked the boy who seemed to be a bit older than him.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he answered in a gruff voice.

“I’m Jaskier,” he introduced himself and offered his hand.

“I’m Geralt,” he answered and took Jaskier’s hand carefully. He didn’t seem to trust him, which was probably understandable with most people bullying him, he was probably expecting Jaskier to be no different.

“I’m starving, wanna come to lunch with me?” Jaskier offered. Whenever Jaskier had seen Geralt, he had been alone, always sat alone at lunch, he wanted to change it, getting to know the guy. He should have probably done it earlier. Geralt nodded, he seemed surprised about the question but he followed Jaskier.

“Does this happen often?” Jaskier asked. Geralt had his hands buried in his pockets and was looking to the ground.

“On occasion,” he mumbled.

“Assholes, I’m gonna beat them all up,” Jaskier said. Geralt looked him up and down with a smirk.

“Are you?” Fair, Geralt was much broader than him and a little taller but that didn’t mean Jaskier couldn’t fuck someone up if he wanted.

“I might not look like it but I can land some good hits if need be. Got me into trouble a couple of times,” he said.

“Don’t want you to get into trouble because of me,” Geralt mumbled.

“It’s cool, I’m tight with Mr. Adams,” Jaskier explained, grinning.

“Hmmm.” So Geralt seemed not be one for talking a lot, Jaskier didn’t mind, he could easily talk for three people. They got their food and Geralt walked over to the corner table he was usually sitting at alone. As he sat down and realized, Jaskier had followed him and was now sitting down across from him.

“What are you doing? Not gonna sit with your cool friends?” Geralt asked dismissively. Jaskier looked over to them, they also seemed confused why he would sit with Geralt. Well they could shove it if they had a problem with it. Most of them weren’t really his friends, just Essi and Priscilla. The others were just people who were around a lot.

“Nah, they can deal without me, thought I keep you some company. That is if you want to,” Jaskier explained. He didn’t want to force his presence on the other boy but he felt like Geralt maybe needed a friend.

“’s fine,” Geralt answered and started to eat. He was talking so quiet, Jaskier nearly didn’t understand him in the loud room.

“You don’t trust me,” Jaskier asserted.

“Most people just talk to me to pick on me,” Geralt explained in a gruff voice.

“Most people are assholes,” Jaskier answered. “They like to pick on people who are alone and don’t fit in.”

Geralt didn’t answer. Maybe not the right topic to get him to talk, he probably didn’t want to talk about these idiots.

“So, you’re in twelfth grade, right?” Jaskier asked to change the topic.

“Hmm yeah,” Geralt answered.

“Please tell me, if you want me to fuck off,” Jaskier said laughing.

“Will do,” Geralt answered.

“Anyway, I’m in eleventh grade and also part of the school band I play guitar and sing,” Jaskier started to talk.

“Yeah I saw you at the Christmas performance,” Geralt answered. Jaskier leaned in and talked in a low voice.

“Let me tell you a secret, nearly no one here knows, because apparently I’m not as confident as you in being myself, I also play the lute and perform at ren fairs,” he admitted. He did hide the fact. Only his best friends knew and only two of them were in this school. He knew people would think it was weird and probably mock him. Geralt lifted an eyebrow as he heard that.

“Really?” he asked, sounding like he didn’t believe him.

“Let me show you,” he said and took his phone, quickly he searched through his phone until he found a photo where he performed. He was wearing blue tights under a pair of puffy pink pants and a doublet, lute in hand. Geralt grinned.

“Hot,” he said, clearly joking.

“I just told you my biggest secret, you’re not allowed to mock me,” he said, pouting.

“I love Gwent,” Geralt said, finally sharing something about himself. Jaskier was confused over the shift in topic for a second.

“Oh, I heard about this, but never checked it out,” he said. Geralt seemed a little embarrassed.

“It’s pretty nerdy,” he said.

“I figured, you’re a nerd,” Jaskier said grinning. “Maybe you want to show me sometime,” he suggested.

“Sure,” Geralt answered, but he didn’t sound convinced.

The bell reminded them that it was time to get back to class so they got up and cleaned up their table before leaving for class.

After Geralt had left for his own classroom Jaskier got surrounded by some of the people he would usually hang out with.

“Saw you hang out with the weirdo,” Thomas said, pushing his shoulder. “What’s your game, getting his secrets and then using them against him?” he asked.

“Wow what the fuck, you’re all assholes,” Jaskier said. “I was just being nice, wouldn’t hurt you to be as well.” Thomas looked a little taken aback but had the decency to apologize. “Honestly if you don’t like someone, just ignore them and don’t be a prick.” He was mad and walked quicker to leave them behind.

In the classroom Essi already waited at their shared table. At least with her, he knew, she wouldn’t make fun of anyone.

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#Geraskier #Geraskier fic #my writing #my Witcher writing #The Witcher #Geralt x Jaskier

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U MAKE SHIT UP ABT ESKEL TOO?? <333

😭 GOD YEAH I DO HES JUST SO COOL AND THE AUTHOR LIKE ..... IN THE BOOKS HE COMES UP LIKE A FEW TIMES JUST ENOUGH FOR ME TO BE LIKE ‘ OH WOW HES COOL WTF ‘ AND THEN LIKE WE GET NOTHING ELSE SO IM JUST OUT HERE MAKING UP RANDOM COOL SHIT ABT HIM LMAO , YOU DO TOO? OUR MINDS.

#like the straight up bullshit i’m gonna have to face when eskel gets shown on the netflix witcher series #but yeah in the books triss described him as more magically astute than geralt #he openly admits to not knowing fuck all when it comes to raising a girl #he’s got some good battle prowess #ADOPTED A GOAT AND NAMED IT LIL BLEATER LIKE COME THE FUCK ON #i feel like such a dork but yes #i’ve made up so much abt him 🧍🏽‍♀️😭♥️♥️ #eskel is the weird but really lovable uncle to me like #sigh #he’s described as kind and respectful #compared to lambert omg everyone’s respectful #but i really appreciate his ... mmmmmmm ? amicable nature a #amidst huge personalities like yen / lambert / geralt ect #t: answered

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BRO ALL YOUR DGHDA ART IS SO BIG BRAINED, IM SO GLAD I FOUND YOU!!!ALSO THE WITCHER AU IDEA IS FUCKING GENIUS AND YOUR ART IS SO PRETTY THAT IM PRETTY SURE THEYLL LOVE WHATEVER YOU CHOSE ALSO HAVE YOU CONSIDERED AN ANASTASIA AU??

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#yes!!!! i have considered an anastasia au!! #i think @kieren-fucking-walker may have been the first one to bring it up? #i hadnt watched anastasia in a while until they brought it up but it fits so perfectly #also also also!! thank u!! #im trying ro be more open woth my art but i mean #what else am i gonna draw.......... #my sister said tjat todd would be geralt befause they both have bright coloured eyes #and yeah their personalities are pretty similar #i just.........would dirk even know how to play any instrument........and.......holistic witcher........ #dghda #asks

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All of all the male characters you write for, who do you think prefers to be called daddy/sir/master? Or any female ones that like to be called those too bc female daddies are lowkey sooo hot

For my female daddies? Natasha Romanoff 100% she loves being called daddy because like the feminist she is, Natasha thinks that it’s sexist only guys get called ‘daddy’ so she’s like fuck it call me daddy

Carol likes it because it’s humiliating. She likes seeing you get all embarrassed and subby when you call her ‘daddy’ but honestly you’d have to petition for the whole ddlg thing if you wanted it because Carol wants to be called Captain. She’s got some control issues and I feel like when you use her title in a sexual way it drives her mental.

Valkyrie. Nothing really to say here.

I’M SORRY CAN I JUST SAY THAT ELEKTRA WANTS TO BE CALLED MA’AM. she is so degrading about it like it’s fucking toxic as hell but who cares? Toxic Women <3 like this thought just came to me but Elektra digging her very expensive Louboutin heels into your back while you cry from the pain- I- true love <3

Idk but I’ve seen a lot of fics about the marauders and daddy kinks but honestly I don’t see it. Like Remus likes ‘sir’ or ‘professor’ because it gives him a sense of authority whilst I feel like Sirius is more a ‘Master and maid’ kinda guy, like he just enjoys the submission and humiliation it brings out in you and we all know Sirius is a sadistic fuck. Now for James? I’m sorry tumblr has ruined me. James is a sub and wants to call you ‘mommy’ regardless of gender you are James’s mommy. You make him feel comfortable and safe.

Now, I love me a good Ben Barnes character, so here we are.

Logan Delos has a sir kink. I do not wish to elaborate other then he likes the respect.

BILLY MOTHERFUCKING RUSSO. I WAS FUCKING HYPED FOR THIS ONE MAN. Lieutenant, Sir, Master, Daddy. Those names are all on the table however if Billy had to order them from favourite to least favourite, it would probably go: 1. Lieutenant for sure 2. Sir because Billy likes the boss x secretary trope wayyy to much 3. Master, like Sirius he just finds it cute and embarrassing and will probably get you a collar <3 4. Daddy, idk he doesn’t hate it but my man’s an orphan so it’s pretty self explanatory.

Aleksander Morozova? Ok I wasn’t actually sure about this one. I’d say maybe like ‘your highness’ or ‘my king’, ‘general’, just anything that makes him feel like he has power over you (which he does because this man can spill soup on my wedding dress and I’d thank him)

Enough of Ben Barnes because I’m gonna die otherwise.

GERALT. OK OK OK DEEP BREATHS VERA DEEP BREATHS. Daddy. Instantly Daddy. I mean personally I’d like to call him BDD (Big Dick Daddy) but oh well. Geralt likes to make you feel safe and loved so if that means taking up the sort of ‘parental’ roll in your relationship he’ll do it. Not that Geralt doesn’t enjoy the nickname too but you’d probably have to just explain that you’re ok with it because he’s definitely here for it. Also ^ Is there like a Princess x Knight kink? Because Geralt has that.

Frank Castle, I’m getting so carried away with these. Unlike Billy, he doesn’t enjoy having his title used in bed. Whilst Frank is proud of his service he has sex to escape that world for a bit. I guess I can kinda see Frank with a daddy kink but it really depends. Ok yeah, I can see it. Frankie definitely has a daddy kink but only if you’re like his little ‘doll’ or ‘angel’, when taking on that roll, Frank has to have you completely at his mercy, he enjoys you wearing cute, frilly outfits around the house just to advertise your innocence :)

Matt Murdock, ok so I haven’t watched that much of Daredevil, I know I know don’t hit me. However, Elektras hot. I just thought I’d say that. ANYWAYYYYY, can Matt have an Avocado kink? Ok, ok I’ll take it seriously…..a lawyer kink. Your honour- NO WAIT CUZ THATS ACTUALLY HOT AS FUCK- DEEP FUCKING BREATHS! OH MY GOD! Ummm maybe Sir but like in a really innocent way? Like you work at a bakery and just the way you say ‘sir’ in such an innocent way immediately gives him a hard-on, “what can I get you today, Sir?” Your light airy words run straight to his cock, he clears his throat, something about you was different, “what do you recommend?”

Ok I’m sorry I’ll stop ❤️

#sirius black smut #remus lupin smut #remus x reader #sirius black fluff #james & peter & remus & sirius #sirius x you #sirius black #james potter fluff #james potter x reader #james potter smut #billy russo x y/n #billy russo x frank castle #billy russo x female reader #billy russo smut #billy russo fluff #billy russo angst #dark billy russo #frank castle angst #frank castle smut #frank castle x matt murdock x reader #frank castle fluff #matt murdock #matt murdock x gender neutral reader #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x reader #elektra x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff angst

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Feral Instincts Ch.20

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 1651

Warnings: Some racy bits in the beginning, but nothing overly explicit. Recalling prior domestic violence

Sy had been a man of his word and she had woken a few hours later to Walter's fingers moving between her legs as Sy eased into her. They took turns with her until all three of them were spent, collapsing into an exhausted pile and going back to sleep. Her alarm went off to start getting ready for work and she stayed awake only so long as to call out before falling back asleep with Walter's arms around her.

August and Geralt had been equally as insatiable and she lost count of how many orgasms they pulled from her. Good thing she couldn't have kids anymore, or there definitely would have been a bun in the oven after this, possibly more than one. They always made sure she was prepared for them, always made sure she came first, taking care of her needs before their own.

She lay on the couch, scrolling through her phone when the text came through from her supervisor.

Got the email that you called out. Can you walk at all?

She paused before typing out the reply.

No and shut up.

LOL yeah Alphas are like that on the full moon, especially with their Mates.

And I got four testosterone disasters keeping me occupied.

Wait…four?

Technically five, but Mike isn't an Alpha. He's back at the apartment, I spent it with the others.

But you have four Mates? The only wolves I've heard of having multiple Mates are female Alphas.

Heather. I am a female Alpha.

It took about half a second after hitting send before her name came up on caller ID.

"You're what?!" Heather exclaimed before Stephanie had the opportunity to say hi.

"I'm a female Alpha." She repeated.

"I mean, we were notified that you took over the pack occupying your apartment building and the one next door, but we figured you were just a proxy for one of the others." She said, "It's not uncommon for an Alpha to take over a territory and assign a proxy to run it if they can't be there in person. We all figured you were a Beta as they tend to be the proxy."

"No, Heather, I'm not a Beta. Mike is the Beta, he's my Beta. I'm his Alpha." Stephanie said.

"Shit." She said and sighed, "I honestly shouldn't be surprised, actually, just based on how you were before getting infected. Stubborn with a problem with authority figures. Makes sense, you are an authority figure."

"Yeah, they thought I was going to be an Omega before my first shift." She said and Heather gave a heavy snort on the other end of the line.

"You? An Omega?" She said, "I can sort of see how, but not hardly."

"They weren't feeling the protection fuzzy-wuzzies because I was an Omega…"

"They were feeling it because you're their Mate."

"Apparently."

"Well, shit. I'm gonna have to tell my Alpha that we were wrong." Heather said. “Knowing him, he’s going to want to schedule a get together. Does it with all the packs with territories touching his, foster good relations and all that. The previous Alpha of your territory basically told him to fuck off when he extended the offer.”

“I’ll talk to the others, but I don’t see why we wouldn’t show up.” Stephanie said, “Based on the number of people in my pack, I would say maybe a cookout at the park? There’s kids and I wouldn’t want them cooped up while the boring adults do boring adult things.”

“Sounds like a great idea, actually.” Heather said, “Weather has been nice, bring out the grills for food and games for the pups. I’ll pitch it and let you know what he says.” Stephanie covered the phone with her hand, pulling it away from her ear.

“Hey, Sy!” She called out.

“Yeah, doll?” He called back.

“How do you feel about a cook out with my boss’ pack? Our territory touches his.”

“Sounds like a fun time. We can have it here, lottsa room.”

“Thinking more about the park? Neutral ground and all that.”

“Yeah, that makes better sense. Don’t need him goin’ on the defensive straight away.” Sy said and she pulled her hand away, putting the phone back to her ear.

“He says it’s cool.” She said, “Still have to talk to the others, but again, I don’t see why they would have an issue with it.”

“Awesome! I’ll let him know and we’ll coordinate a day and time.” Heather said, “Is it okay if I give him your number? I’ll text you his so it’s not a mystery.”

“Go for it.” She said and a familiar feeling crawled over her mind right before she was jumped on, the wind being knocked out of her lungs. “Jesus!”

“What?”

“I just got ambushed by a buck fifty of wiggling Beta. I’ll talk to you later.” She wheezed and hung up, letting the phone fall to the floor as Mike squirmed in excitement, his wolf jet black and leaner than the others. He licked at her face excitedly, letting out happy whines as he scrabbled on top of her. “Mike! Cool it! You’re gonna break something! That something being me!” He finally settled, laying belly up between her and the couch, paws tucked against his chest. She held him, pressing kisses to his head and blew a raspberry at him when he licked at her face again. The fur under her hand turned to skin and he moved on top of her, looking down at her with a wide smile.

“Hi, sweetcheeks!” He said and she snorted, pulling him down into a kiss. He giggled against her lips, his hands going to her waist and pushing up her shirt. "Missed you."

"Apparently."

"Walter came and got me." He said and kissed her again, pushing his hands up her shirt to palm her breasts through her lounge bra, squeezing gently. He shuddered as she ran her fingers through his hair, but halted when he saw the wounds on her wrists from the silver chain. They were healing, but still ugly, the skin mottled and blistered. "Steph…"

"Hey, it's okay."

"It almost wasn't."

"But it is. I'm here, right now, with you." She said and he laid his head on her chest, his hands going to her waist. She held him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pressing her lips to his hair.

"I almost lost you."

"But you didn't."

"If I hadn't--"

"Stop. No "what-ifs", okay?" She said and he was quiet.

"Okay." He said finally, nodding against her.

"Stephanie." Geralt said, coming into the living room. "Mike."

"Sup." He said, waving at him with a couple fingers before settling again.

"What's up?" Stephanie asked.

"I need to ask you about Lewis." He said and she went quiet.

"What about him?" She asked finally.

"How long were you two together?" He asked, folding his arms over his chest.

"Almost two years." She said.

"And in that time you never suspected anything was wrong with him?" He asked and she went quiet again, only this silence held weight. "Sweetheart?"

"He always apologized." She said and Mike picked his head up to look at her. "Yeah, I know how that sounds, but it's true. He told me he loved me so much it made him crazy. We would fight, he would hit me, and then he would apologize saying his love for me made him unable to control himself."

"You knew he was a wolf." Geralt said and she nodded.

"He was open about it from the beginning." She said, "He would keep me locked up in my apartment for days at a time, telling me he was doing it to protect me from the other wolves in the area. I finally had enough and I told him we were over, we were done."

"And he suggested a camping trip." Mike said and she snorted.

"Not right away. I think he knew if he did I wouldn't have gone with him. Girl breaks up with an abusive boyfriend and agrees to be alone with him out in the middle of nowhere? Yeah, she's never being seen alive again. He begged me to reconsider, said he would do better, he would try to control himself better. Just give him another chance. As if I didn't already give him more than enough chances."

"It was bullshit, wasn't it?" Geralt asked.

"Actually, no. He did change. At least, he appeared to. He started being nicer, more attentive, he'd diffuse arguments before they started, let me see my friends again. He was a whole new Jordan." Stephanie said, "Six months later and then he suggested the camping trip. Just the two of us. It'd be nice, romantic, good to get away from everyone and everything." She stopped with a shrug, "You know the rest." Sy and Walter had frozen in the kitchen while they had listened to her talk, August halting at the top of the stairs. "I don't know if he planned on killing me, or if he was always planning on infecting me as another way to control me. I suppose it doesn't matter."

"And when we find him," Geralt said, his eyes hard, "He won't be hurting you or anyone else ever again."

"Tripped and exploded on impact." She said with a small laugh, recalling when Sy had said it. "August told me the Pack Council wants him alive."

"The Pack Council won't be there." August said, stepping onto the landing at the bottom of the stairs. "I was going to kill him just for using silver on you, but now…" He stopped with a low growl, "I'm going to take my time with him."

"Get in line." Geralt said through his teeth that had gone sharp.

“I’ll make popcorn.” Mike said and she snorted with a smile, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

#henry cavill #captain syverson #walter marshall #august walker #geralt of rivia #hellraiser mike #feral instincts

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Hey congrats on 900 followers! Would I be able to request the touch starved prompt from your list with the pairing Aiden/Lambert please? Love all your writing!

Hello!! Thanks for requesting this prompt and this pairing! I’ve been on a right Lambden kick recently, so I felt inspired. I hope you like it! 

Prompt 13: Touch-Starved

Pairing: Aiden x Lambert

Warnings: None

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Lambert was apprehensive about many things concerning Aiden when the two started travelling together. Being stabbed to death in his sleep comes to mind, or having Aiden go all batshit crazy if Lambert dared to beat him at Gwent. Lambert has heard many rumours about Cat witchers in his long life. Cats are batshit crazy. Cats are emotionally volatile. Cats are backstabbing sons of bitches… literally and metaphorically. Cats are bad. Cats are evil, etc, etc. All these rumours circulated in Kaer Morhen long before Lambert even set foot in that ramshackle castle. He was too young to have witnessed the Tournament, but he heard the older witchers talk. Later in his life, when only a handful of wolf witchers were left after the sacking, Eskel gave Lambert a more detailed account of the Tournament.

“The Cats betrayed us, went on a rampage. Killed many wolf witchers in the process. Geralt and I lost many friends that day,” Eskel told him one evening, when the oldest surviving wolf was too far in his cup to notice that he was oversharing. “Radowit’s court mage Astrogarus promised the Cats monopoly on killing monsters within Kaedwen in exchange for attacking the Wolves during the tournament. Turns out Radowit was a backstabbing motherfucker himself. He ordered his soldiers to shoot all of the remaining witchers of both schools in the arena.”

“Lemme guess,” Lambert spoke, his own speech slightly slurred, “pretty boy saved the day?” 

Eskel shook his head. “Fled. Mousesack helped him escape the massacre. Poor bastard never forgave himself for abandonin’ our brothers, but what choice did he have?”

Don’t get Lambert wrong. He’s not saying that Aiden is harmless, far from it. The guy’s lethal with his swords, deadly with a pair of daggers, not to mention a stealthy and clever thief. Aiden is mercurial, hot-tempered and a bit feral when he wants to be, and his morals are at best dubious. Whereas wolf witchers had their emotions beaten out of them at a young age, cat witchers feel too much, too strongly. Lambert’s witnessed Aiden flip tables when peasants beat him at Gwent, but he’s also witnessed the Cat shed a tear after bringing the news to a mother that her son did not survive the ghoul attack two villages down the road. 

Lambert was apprehensive about many things concerning Aiden when the two started travelling together, but the Cat had never ceased to surprise him. The most unexpected trait Aiden has displayed to date is his insatiable need for physical contact. It’s not like Lambert hates being touched - he’s only human, albeit a mutated one, but still human. He enjoys a hug as much as the next person, especially when said hug comes from one of his brothers (or, dare he say, Vesemir) at the end of a long and difficult year on the Path. Lambert has also never begrudged a bed partner a post-coital cuddle session. Aiden’s need for physical contact is… on a whole different level. 

The first time it happened, Lambert almost shoved the Cat off him and sent him packing, until he realised that Aiden was not only hugging him, but clinging onto him. His sharp nails were digging in the soft material of Lambert’s shirt, the fabric creaking in protest under the firm grip. When Lambert looked down, he noticed the pinched eyebrows and tears trailing down Aiden’s face. It wasn’t until a broken sob pushed past the Cat’s lips that Lambert reluctantly returned the embrace, arms wound tightly around Aiden’s trembling body. Aiden eventually settled in the safety of Lambert’s arms, his features softening as he sank back into a peaceful slumber. 

Neither mentioned the previous evening’s impromptu cuddling session, but from that moment one, it was like someone had flicked a switch. Aiden came up with every possible fucking excuse to touch Lambert. Their hands would always accidentally graze each other when they packed up camp, or tacked up the horses. Aiden would bump shoulders with him when they were travelling on foot. If they sat next to one another in a tavern, Aiden would press his leg against Lambert’s, and if they were facing each other, a tentative foot would gently nudge Lambert’s shin and linger there. It’s not like Aiden was trying to hide his intentions, either. They rarely paid for two rooms anymore, because even if they did, Aiden would always end up in Lambert’s bed anyway, arms wound around Lambert’s body like a koala clinging to its mother.

Lambert doesn’t hate Aiden’s need for physical proximity, he’s just… confused by it. Aiden rarely takes any lovers to bed, even though he clearly craves physical intimacy. Lambert is more than happy to cuddle with Aiden, especially when they are forced to sleep under the stars and the early autumn frosts begin to settle over the region. It saves them from lighting a campfire, which may attract the wrong kind of attention to them. That’s all that’s ever transpired between the two, though… cuddling. Lambert enjoys the cuddling as much as Aiden does, but for Aiden it seems to be about more than mere enjoyment. The Cat simply refuses to go without physical intimacy which at times can be… alright, it can feel overbearing, but Lambert’s not about to complain, not when most humans turn away from him in disgust and contempt when he tries to chat them up. 

Over the course of the next few weeks, Aiden almost develops a form of separation anxiety. He refuses to let Lambert out of his sight, going so far as to follow the man everywhere, and that’s the moment when Lambert snaps. 

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” he asks, his tone hiding none of the irritation he feels at being tailed by this overgrown tomcat. Aiden stops dead in his tracks, his eyes growing wide at Lambert’s words. 

“Huh?” 

“You’ve been following me since this morning… I have errands to run and it’s hard to do that when you’re breathing down my neck!”

Lambert instantly regrets his words the minute they leave his mouth. Aiden’s shoulders visibly sag at Lambert’s comment, his content expression melting into something sadder and the sight tugs at the wolf’s heartstrings in all the wrong ways. Aiden averts Lambert’s eyes shyly, the tip of his ears turning a pretty shade of pink as embarrassment washes over him. Lambert heaves a sigh. Way to act like a fucking dick. 

“Sorry, Aiden. I… I didn’t mean to sound like an ass, but-”

“It’s alright, I… I knew this moment would come eventually.”

“What are you talking about?” Lambert asks, a confused frown etched on his face. Aiden doesn’t look at him when he replies in a voice far too small to belong to the lethal, cocky witcher Lambert has come to know over the past few months. 

“You’re gonna ask me to leave for good. I get it. I… I’ll go back to the room and pack my things.” 

As Aiden turns around to leave, Lambert’s hand shoots out and grabs a hold of Aiden’s wrist. Before Lambert’s brain has a chance to catch up, he finds himself pulling Aiden into a nearby alley, away from prying eyes of judgemental humans meandering the stalls of the midweek market. Aiden looks so unsure now, so vulnerable like this, and it makes Lambert want to wrap the Cat up in warm blankets and cuddle him and forget the world for a while. Instead, he settles on pressing Aiden’s back against the wall and draping himself around the Cat witcher as much as he can. 

“That’s not what I meant,” Lambert breathes in the air pocket between them as he locks eyes with Aiden, “you’ve just been… especially clingy recently. Are you sure you’re alright?”

Aiden averts his eyes once again, but Lambert is quick to grip the other man’s chin and force Aiden to meet his gaze. Even that simple touch pulls a small hiss from Aiden, whose eyes flutter shut as he relishes in the feeling of Lambert touching him anywhere. Lambert purses his lips, eager for an answer. 

“Aiden-”

“Winter is around the corner,” Aiden whispers, his tongue darting out to lick his suddenly dry lips. Lambert’s frown deepens. 

“And?”

His question is met with a pointed eye roll from Aiden. 

“And… wolves return to their dens for winter, don’t they? I was just… enjoying the last few weeks in your company before you leave and never come back.”

As the final piece of the puzzle slots into place, understanding dawns on Lambert. He pulls away from Aiden and the small whimper the loss of contact triggers does not go unnoticed. Something old and fragile aches in Lambert’s chest as the meaning of Aiden’s words sink in. Aiden isn’t just worried about being separated from Lambert for a few months, but he’s worried that Lambert will never come back.The wolf links his fingers with his Cat’s, squeezing softly as he leans into Aiden’s space and rubs his bearded cheek against Aiden’s jawline. The latter quickly melts under the soft ministrations, the soft content rumble deepening into a continuous purr as Lambert nuzzles the crook of Aiden’s neck. 

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” 

“Yeah, right,” Aiden snorts in response, “cause you’re so good with feelings and shit.”

“Not everyone’s a sappy sentimental bitch like you are,” Lambert teases gently, earning himself a half-hearted slap up the back of the head. “I don’t have to go back to Kaer Morhen this winter.”

Aiden tenses, his soft purring stopping abruptly as he takes in Lambert’s words. Lambert continues to rub his cheek against Aiden’s jaw, his neck, his cheek… wherever he can reach, the action meant to soothe the brewing storm in Aiden’s mind.

“It’s your home,” Aiden offers weakly, “I don’t want… I… it’s your home.” 

“I can send a letter to the old man. Let him know I’m alive. We could find a den somewhere else… an attic somewhere, or an abandoned castle.” Lambert nuzzles the spot right behind Aiden’s ear, earning a pleased hum from the Cat. “Or you could come with me.”

“Sure. Cause that’s gonna end well…” 

“That’s settled then. I’m spending winter with you.”

Aiden pushes Lambert away, their eyes meeting once again but this time, Aiden searches for any trace of a lie in Lambert’s amber gaze. He finds none, because Lambert is one hundred percent honest in his offer. He would ditch Vesemir, Geralt and Eskel for a year to spend it with Aiden… and the thought should scare him more than it does, truthfully. He’s only known the Cat for a few months, and yet… well, maybe Lambert was dreading the winter as well. How about that? It’s not like he felt equally anxious about leaving Aiden, it’s just… fuck off. 

“You mean that?” 

“Mhm. Fair warning… I hate the cold. If I’m spending the winter with you, you’ll have to find a way to keep me warm or I will bite your head off.” 

In Aiden’s defence, he does keep Lambert warm all winter long. Their cuddling finally turns into something more, and from the moment Lambert and Aiden cross that fateful line there is no going back. Aiden becomes insatiable, always seeking Lambert’s body in some shape or form, never letting the wolf out of his sight again.  Lambert may have been apprehensive about many things concerning Aiden when the two started travelling together, but it turns out that all his worries were for nothing. Turns out Cat witchers are still crazy, and feral, and mercurial… a tad possessive as well, something Lambert doesn’t hate... but they’re also the cuddliest sons of bitches on the Continent. 

Lambert can live with that, he thinks. 

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Which season of the Witcher do you like more? Season 1 or season 2? Personally I liked season 1 more. Mostly because I feel that the whole atmosphere of season 2 was very "rushed". Know what I’m saying? When I say rushed I mean the production. Like they were in a hurry to film and wrap up season 2 as quickly as possible. And don't get me wrong, I totally understand and sympathize why the production were probably stressed. Since the pandemic, production delays, Henry's injury etc etc caused setbacks.

oh, the first season by a mile. i love the first season with all my heart. i think it’s an excellent piece of media; with good writing, amazing costuming and music, and a masterful adaptation of the source material. and the second season. well, i guess it... happened? gonna put this behind the cut because i have a lot of Thoughts™ and Feelings™ about this, mostly negative, so feel free to skip. 

so i’ve already written pretty detailed posts here (general thoughts) and here (geraskier-specific) a couple of days after the season aired, but the more time passes the angrier and more bitter i become at the sheer wasted potential of this season. i really don’t think the issue was that is was “rushed”? the production value was pretty good, i think. i think this season suffered, first and foremost, from bad and very inconsistent writing, which can’t really be blamed on covid since this season was written before the first season ever aired, i believe?

i’m not gonna repeat what i wrote in that post, but i think the gist of is that they added so much unneeded plot points and lore, that they spent all their time explaining and building these convoluted storylines and they didn’t leave any time to explore and expand on the relationships between characters. there was just so much to get through that every scene needed to drive the plot forward. we barely got any of these quiet, mundane scenes of the characters just interacting with each other and not talking about anything important? idk if i’m the minority here, but i don’t really care about the storylines as i do about the characters. 

and literally every single relationship on the show suffered for it. the relationship between geralt and his brothers, geralt and yennefer, geralt and jaskier? they wanted us to have emotional responses and care about some things happening without setting up the groundwork. they kept telling us instead of showing us. and the difference in writing between the first and second season is just so staggering that it feels like it’s been written by a completely different team. 

so, yeah. i’m sad. and frustrated. because i fucking love this show, but the second season gave me so little to enjoy. 

#anon #avia replies #twn critical

[pixiedreamer21]

Some of my personal thoughts on The Witcher season 2

Under the cut is MAJOR SPOILS! ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK

I gotta say, most people saw the whole Eskel situation coming and I was disappointed when I assumed it but, I can’t say I loved Eskel on the show. Maybe it’s because of fanfics but I always imagined Eskel as the “sweet” one and level headed and he came off as an asshole probably because he was infected but still I was sad we didn’t get to see more but kinda happy

Loved the fact that there wasn’t unnecessary sex scenes. I loved that Geralt turned triss down for the simple fact that he thought Yen was dead and was actually dealing with it along with protecting Ciri. I HATE when shows kill off a love interest and the remaining character moves on right away. But i also loved that Yen and Geralt didn’t jump into bed as soon as they saw each other. And he said in the end he didn’t forgive her for almost hurting Ciri. I LOVE that. I know they’re endgame but I like how they’re moving them. They’re not my OTP but i like where they are heading

I can understand why people ship Tisassa and Yennefer because there was some major scenes for them and I’m happy for people that ship them.

Hated Triss’ hair, that wig deserves to be burned seriously what was wrong with her natural curls!?

kinda loved Yen this season, she was a lot more human to me and she needed a hug. She grew but also made mistakes which i’m totally here for. Can’t wait to see where her story goes. 

Geralt, I like how first and foremost he worried for Ciri and did all that he could to do right by her. Surprisingly I loved his scenes with Istred. He grew too as far as character development but not as much as Yennefer

Lambert and Ciri I love their relationship as well. He gives her tough love that I think she appreciates more than anyone because everyone else is kinda treating her as a doll or a pawn.

Fringilla I liked hearing more about her story and how she became so loyal to Nilfgaard but still craved power. She was so close to getting what she wanted if Cahir didn’t fucki it up.

Ciri was awesome I kept seeing that she was the star of season 2 and she most certainly was! This season really showed her depth and I like her. Does she look 12 years old though?? No, not in those low cut dresses. 

Costumes were Gorgeous this season, only thing I HATED was Triss’ hair, Pavetta’s hair and geralt’s YELLOW eyes

Mixed feelings on Cahir, Francesca, even Reince

We saw Dara (who i love! more than Jaskier) which suprised me 

Okay now the Jaskier and Geraskier of it all

Was I disappointed in the lack of Jaskier on season 2? OF FUCKING COURSE but i was not surprised because we got him probably as much as we did in season 1.

Breaking up song? LOVED “I wrote it from the heart, perhaps a broken one” I just 🥺🥺🥺🥺

i loved the prison song more though I’m not gonna lie i kept laughing

I was also disappointed because Joey Batey kept talking about how Jaskier was darker and not really ruled by his friendship with geralt and I just didn’t find that true...yeah in episode 4, he was the Sandpiper, doing a dangerous thing and saving elves but once Geralt showed up?

They turned him into a bumbling Bard that follows Geralt and the writers threw him for comedic relief and the damsel in distress. When Jaskier went off on Geralt for leaving him on that mountain I was like 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 but once they were on the road and Geralt apologized very half heartedly not gonna lie, he got talked down to and treated like a lackey and not worth anyone’s time. He got dismissed by yergen and Lambert like he was a piece of horse dung.

I really hope they start treating him better next season because if this is how they keep making this character, I’m gonna be so disappointed.

#the witcher #season 2 #the witcher season 2 spoilers #my thoughts #geralt of rivia #yennefer of vengerberg #Jaskier #geraskier #yennefer x tissaia #tissaia de vries

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and the wolf was nowhere to be found (1/3)

In which Jaskier chooses to lie, until he can no longer tell the truth.

(lying spell/potion, cursed jaskier, geralt apologizes, post mountain, miscommunication, rated teen, read on AO3)

A big thanks to @wanderlust-t and @a-kind-of-merry-war for the prompt! <3

The reverse trope series: [1] [2] [3] [4]

“You are gonna run after him again, just like that? Don’t you remember what he did to you? What you went through?”

Essi leans against the doorframe, her arms crossed in front of her chest, watching as Jaskier packs a second bag.

“Come one, poppet. Geralt was having a hard time back then, and now he’s come all the way to Oxenfurt to apologize.

“So what?”

“So I’m forgiving him.”

She grumbles a few rude words regarding the witcher’s lineage.

“Hey! That’s not nice.”

“And this is way too easy! Why can’t you see a disaster waiting to happen until it hits you in the face?” Essi exclaims. “Do you know what I would have done? I would make him grovel! Give him the cold shoulder. Or…or at least play it cool for a while longer so he knows not to take you for granted again! Sorry, but I’m…not like you.”

“Um…excuse you. I am plenty cool!”

“There’s nothing cool about being utterly in love and then getting cast aside over and over again, Jaskier. You know that.”

Jaskier sighs, walks to Essi and pulls her into a tight hug, all his scattered doublets ignored.

“I’m going to be okay,” he tries to tuck her curls away from her eyes but fails.

“Are you?” When she pulls back, there’s something inscrutable in those blue eyes, the curtain of blonde hair obscuring her emotions. “When you came down from the mountain, the way you couldn’t even … I don’t know. I just need to make sure it won’t happen again.”

“It—” Jaskier opens his mouth to make an easy promise, but finds the words choking in his throat. “I, um—”

Essi squeezes him on the shoulder. “He’s apologized, profusely from what you told me, and he’s being nice now. He will certainly be nice for a while, but what happens after he wins you back? What’s preventing him from hurting you again?”

Jaskier has no answers for her, so he resorts to giving her another hug.

“At least, think about my cold shoulder tactic. Sometimes people need the reminder, just so they know what they can easily lose.”

“Essi—”

“Think about it.”

She presses a small kiss on Jaskier’s cheek and leaves him to his packing. Outside the window comes the familiar sound of Roache’s hooves, clicking against the cobblestone.

Jaskier straightens his tunic and lets out a heave. He can see Geralt is being good now, friendly even, after all these years of denying their friendship. Now, the witcher is even waiting downstairs to begin their next journey.

Essi is just being overly protective, Jaskier decides.

He winds down the stairs and finds Geralt cooing at Roach. The urge to melt in those golden amber eyes is overwhelming.

“We good?” Geralt takes Jaskier’s bags and secures them on Roach, side by side with his saddlebags.

“Good,” Jaskier lies.

 ---

The truth is, Jaskier has heard of this so-called “cold shoulder” tactic. He’s even contemplated it for longer than he’s willing to admit. Every time Geralt dismissed him as a friend, brushed him off, Jaskier couldn’t help but want to retaliate with equal measure.

What if he’s the one to give Geralt a time-out? What if when Geralt tells him to fuck off, he just…leaves? The same idea churned in Jaskier’s stomach for two decades, but in the end, he knows the answer—he can never bring himself to go through it. His feet would carry him back to Geralt before even taking a step away.

He was left anyway.

But now…

Jaskier can’t afford to be left again. Essi was right. He isn’t sure if he can pick himself up again. He barely managed it the first time.

Jaskier lets out an audible scoff as he comes to the realization. He’s going to do it. The cold shoulder tactic. It’s so cheesy that it feels like something only school girls would use to get attention from a crush. Keep your distance, string him along a little. That’s how you get him to notice you exist—

“Something funny?” Geralt turns on horseback, sunlight peaking through his silver hair, a curious frown between his brows. He’s towering, beautiful. He has always been the most beautiful person Jaskier knows, even if he doesn’t know it.

Jaskier strums an absent chord on his lute. “Just something Essi said.”

“Hmm.” Geralt nudges Roach forward. “I was thinking… You’ve never seen a basilisk, have you?”

“No?”

“There are rumors about a nest in the next town. Want to see it?”

A hint of smile hints at Geralt’s lips, and Jaskier’s heart almost leaps out of his throat. A basilisk hunt is one he’s been dying to watch for years, if not decades. He’s drooling with excitement just thinking about the ballad that will certainly sweep the continent off its feet.

“Of course I want—" The sentence stops in its tracks. Jaskier bites his tongue to hide the slip. “You know what, I think I’ll stay in town. This new song needs some polishing before its debut. I’m sure a big witcher such as yourself doesn’t need a bard’s moral support for a meager basilisk, right?”

Jaskier adds a wink for good measure, but Geralt is not amused. He’s staring from his vantage point, his expression inexplicable. Is it really so shocking that Jaskier will turn Geralt down this once, after all this time?

“I understand.” Geralt pauses before continuing, almost too carefully. “Perhaps I can help? Sing it for me tonight?”

“Sing it…for you?” Jaskier asks, dumbfounded. The lute in his hands suddenly feels a lot weightier than it is.

“You wanted my review for so long, Jaskier. I’m giving it to you now. I’m sure your playing will be…nice.”

Geralt looks at him with hope in his eyes, and Jaskier can’t help but let his ego grow a little. It’s unbelievable that a simple refusal is what got Geralt to finally say anything positive about his music. The tiny triumph fills his chest with unexpected giddiness.

“Maybe I will. We shall see,” he replies. His fingers strike another chord.

Jaskier feels a spring in his steps, urging him forward to the mare’s steady gait. Golden amber eyes are burning a hole into his back, but he doesn’t dare to look back lest the tiny bubble of this perfect moment break.

 ---

Night falls, and Jaskier scribbles down another line. The door opens and Geralt drags his feet into their shared room.

Jaskier makes no effort to get up.

Once upon a time, he would have raced across the room to greet Geralt, checked for injuries and fussed over any scrapes and cuts, all the while getting dismissed with the witcher’s grumbled words. He’d help remove those heavy armors when Geralt’s muscles ache from exhaustion and get ichor all over himself.

He will not do that tonight.

Play it cool, Essi’s words echo in his memory. Right, he’s doing things differently now.

Jaskier fixes his gaze on the notebook in his lap and listens as Geralt shuffles around the room, putting everything back in place. One by one, his armor pieces drop in the corner of the room.

“How was it?” he asks with the most nonchalant tone as if he’s just noticed the other man’s existence.

“Fine. The basilisk’s dead.”

“Hmm.”

Jaskier chooses the single hum uncharacteristically as Geralt puts his swords against the doorframe and sits down on the single chair.

He’s so still, hovering even.

“What?” Jaskier finally looks at him. Geralt, as he claimed, looks fine, with only a smudge of a black ichor sticking to his hair. A frown appears between his brows.

Adorable.

Jaskier shakes the thought quickly.

“Your new song?” Geralt prompts.

“Oh yeah. Never mind. I don’t feel like singing.”

It’s another lie. A necessary one, Jaskier tells himself.

“You,” Geralt says, raising an eyebrow, “don’t feel like singing?”

Jaskier clutches the notebook to his chest almost defensively, not sure what to do with the accusation. Is it a tragedy that Geralt knows him like the back of his hand? Or is it a shame that Jaskier is indeed buzzing with excitement to test out this song, with the most important person in his life?

“Well, I don’t.”

Jaskier keeps his chin up and scrambles off the bed to put away his books and pens. Geralt’s intent gaze is on his back again.

“Twenty years, and I’ve never known you to turn down an opportunity to sing.”

“I guess you don’t know me that well,” Jaskier bites back with a force that seems to come out of nowhere. “The bard may not want to entertain all the time, darling.”

The endearment sounds false, more like a jab. He lets out a dry chuckle and hopes to ease the tension but to no avail. Geralt’s eyes are wide with surprise. So Jaskier reaches for his bedroll as a distraction, but only serves to make the confusion deepen on Geralt’s face.

“What are you doing?”

Jaskier lays it by the fire, on the soft rug that magically seems clean enough. It should be self-explanatory, but apparently not because Geralt is still staring quizzically.

“Sleeping.”

Geralt looks at the double bed and then back at Jaskier. “On the floor?”

“Thought I’d give you the space. I know how keyed up you are after the potions.”

Jaskier can feel his heart pounding in his chest, the nervous energy buzzing as more words he doesn’t mean comes out of his mouth. He crosses his legs on the bedroll and pulls the blanket onto his lap to hide from Geralt’s scrutiny. But then, something dawns on Geralt’s face.

“Jaskier…” Geralt rubs his forehead, his face pinched. “What I said in Oxenfurt, I meant it.”

“You do?”

“You can count on me now. It won’t be like…before.”

Their gazes meet, and Jaskier bears the intensity of it with everything he has. He feels bare, seen through by the amber gold he’s missed and cursed and loved so much.

“I’m here, and I’m all here, Jaskier. Please believe in me.”

“I do.”

It’s not the truth despite how much he wants to believe it. Jaskier wonders if lying to Geralt ever becomes easier.

He doesn’t know what is not convincing him. Geralt looks so genuine, and Jaskier wants more than anything to trust him again, but the smile on his face feels too stiff.

The plan is going as Jaskier wanted. He’s showing Geralt that his friendship doesn’t come freely anymore, and the witcher needs to make more effort, meet him halfway, somehow. Then how come as the quiet night creeps in, Jaskier only finds a hollow space in his chest?

The roaring fire in the hearth warms his back, but Jaskier clutches his blanket tighter. It can’t stave off the coldness left by the lack of a witcher’s body by his side.

 ---

Jaskier continues with the same scheme the next day.

Ignoring Geralt is not a difficult task in the beginning. The barmaid is a beautiful thing, doe-eyed and curious, has too many questions for her own good. She keeps asking about Jaskier’s ballads, and wouldn’t quite believe any crazy stories in them.

“Is it true that the White Wolf fought a sea serpent on the Skellige Isles? Surely, those creatures only exist in legends!”

She’s getting familiar, pressed up against Jaskier on the bench, almost pushing him back into Geralt’s side—the real subject of the topic, but it’s obvious her fascination lies only in Jaskier. Her brown eyes stay on the bard alone.

“Why don’t we find somewhere more private and I’ll tell you all about it?”

“Is it a good one? It must be a heroic tale, isn’t it?”

“Heroic, of course. There’s also a twist. I won’t spoil it for you, but—” Jaskier winks, his fingers brushing past her wrist. “—it’s a love story that holds more heartbreak than you can bear.”

Her giggles are like soft wind chimes, and Jaskier guides her away from their table. He takes two steps and turns back, smacking himself on the head as if he’s only just thought of it.

“Oh, shoot! I know I promised to go the market with you, Geralt, but you see…” He gestures to the girl waiting expectantly in the near distance. There’s nothing I can do about it, he says with a shrug. “Have a good time, will you?”

Geralt is holding his tankard, his knuckles white and his face ice-cold. It’s like Jaskier is looking at one of those ice sculptures made by Oxenfurt’s art students every winter.

“You said you’d come.”

Geralt’s voice is so gentle, so full of dejection that Jaskier’s resolve almost breaks. He clears his throat and darts his eyes elsewhere. Those acting coaches back in school would have been disappointed in him for letting his emotions peak through, but Geralt doesn’t seem to notice what’s underneath this front.

“Surely you can find a new bridle for Roach by yourself,” Jaskier waves his hand in dismissal. “You are a big witcher.”

Geralt opens his mouth and closes it, before speaking again. “And the pastry shop you wanted to visit?”

Jaskier thinks of the lemon cakes he’s been itching to try and swallows the yearning in his throat. Gods, being with Geralt all day with not a care in the world, and with the best sweets on the continent. What is he doing turning all this down?

“Well,” he insists, “Better company comes before cake, my dear.”

With that, Geralt lets go of the topic. His amber eyes drop back to the half-finished ale. “Better company. I see…”

“Surely you understand, Geralt.”

“Just—” Geralt purses his lips in an attempt at a smile. “Don’t exaggerate too much.”

Jaskier should feel bad as he walks out the tavern door with a beauty on his arm, he should, but instead, a pang of anger rises in his throat. How many times did Geralt abandon him at the sight of Yennefer in the past few years? How long did he brood on top of that mountain, recounting every bad choice he’d made in his life and decided that it was all Jaskier’s doing?

For once, Jaskier doesn’t want to put Geralt first in everything, waiting for a bone thrown in his direction, and the witcher—this infuriating man—is going to act like a kicked puppy.

Horrified at this burning rage, Jaskier turns only to watch helplessly as Geralt walks down the street in the opposite direction. He’s planted to the spot, unable to chase Geralt down, and clueless as to whether this plan is doing him any favors other than the fleeting satisfaction of getting back at his friend who was at fault.

Was.

Geralt was at fault. Jaskier has forgiven him, or at least, that’s what he said at first sight of his witcher’s travel-weary face back in Oxenfurt.

And yet, he’s punishing him still.

The barmaid is still waiting for Jaskier’s stories, her cheeks still round with a timid blush and her eyes gleaming with expectations.

The colorful adventures taste stale on his tongue and she loses interest too quickly before returning to her post. His mood sours further as the day stretches on.

Jaskier ends up wandering around town without an aim in mind. The only place he’s carefully avoiding is the market, and the stable, and the smith’s shop. Anywhere he might bump into Geralt. When night draws in, a sudden downpour catches him off guard and drenches him from inside out.

Great. Just the perfect ending to the worst—well, the second worst day of Jaskier’s life.

Candles are still lit as Jaskier enters the room. He finds Geralt fast asleep already, and on the table, right next to his writing supplies, is a lemon cake.

It’s drizzled in honey and looks just as enticing as he imagined.

Jaskier picks it up and finds a lump forming in his throat, choking him with guilt. He wants to scream, to let out the frustration at all the mistakes made in the past and haunting him still. He wants to cry. It’s just…

Now, he doesn’t know if he still deserves to.

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Okay, I know I'm being mean to Geralt here, but don't worry, I’ gonna be mean to Jaskier in the next one ;) 

Also, whatever Jaskier is doing here is very unhealthy. Don't try this at home.

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Please feel free to tell me if you want to be removed or added to the list <3

#geraskier #geraskier fic #geralt x jaskier #jaskier being an idiot #geralt apologizes #mutual pining #miscommunication #cursed jaskier #jaskier whump #reverse trope #lying spell

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Being Married To Henry’s Characters Would Include...

Requested by @cuisinequeen​: Hi, I love your work. I was just wondering if you could do a headcanon for being married to Clark Kent/Geralt/Sherlock Holmes/Napoleon Solo

Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader, Geralt of Rivia x Reader, Sherlock Holmes x Reader, Napoleon Solo x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, some references, trashy writing lol

Note: This doesn’t include all of his characters, so my apologies if I misled you with the title. Not all that confident in the HCs so sorry about that too

Taglist: @matth1w​, @redspaceace-writes​, @simonsbluee​, @darling-i-read-it​, @fandom-puff​, @thewarriorprincessxo​, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow​, @maan24​, @beckster07890​, @missihart23​

Masterlist | Henry Cavill Masterlist

Clark Kent

You know he’s superman, therefore, you gotta expect the unexpected

Kiss: Level 100

helping him keep his identity secret isn’t always easy-

you wanna kiss him even when he’s superman but fuck you need him to remain undetected

but you manage

Little hc of the first few months after getting married:

Clark comes home late after a fight you see on tv

you turned it off before anything else happened, too worried already

he’s beat up

your eyes are red and puffy with tear stained cheeks as you stand and cross your arms.

you bet your ass there were cuddles that night.

Later into the marriage, he still scares you like that, but you’ve grown somewhat used to it and wipe the tears away

He’s protective of you too though

Aight sorry, but the gif is making me addicted to Henry kisses so Imma say it again,

best fucking make out sessions ever

yes, I’m gonna say that for all four.

fuck it, Clark!Kisses HCs

they’re soft half the time, needy the other half

if he comes home from superman duties or you have a run-in with a villain, so on so on, his kisses are rougher, needier, more possessive

bitch, he just needs you to know he’s still alive 🥺😢

Henry in glasses really do be hittin tho.

Stealing his glasses

Calling him a nerd because of the glasses

Probably making it a small joke about superman

Especially with oblivious friends

“I think superman’s a nerd.” “why??” “I just do.”

Having to stifle your laughs every time someone gushes about superman in front of him

Clark has to hold you back so you don’t unleash your wrath of fucking doom upon some oblivious woman who wrote about superman in a news article

She wrote things that would make you jealous, like talking about how she’s curious to his personal life *wink wink* and stuff- you don’t just have a raging fury because someone writes about him

Superman this hoe

You’ve made jokes about how he has to take his ring off when he’s superman, but he’s got a feeling that you’re actually not kidding at all

Exercising with Clark

Cursing him out in breathy pants for being more athletic and cheating with his “alien powers”

he just laughs at you

Ah, the difficulty have having a husband with two identities

When you rant about your husband, it’s so hard not to fuck up and say something about being married to Superman

Forgetting that you’re one of the few who knows his identity

Basking in pride because you’re one of the few who knows his identity

One time, Clark forgot to take his ring off and the person he rescued had known him personally.

He asks where he got the ring-

“What ring?”

“The one on your finger. The wedding ring.”

It felt like his stomach dropped...if that makes sense-

Clark ended up making some random story about finding it on the same plane the guy he rescued was on and that he put it on so he wouldn’t lose it.

The guy still thought he was pretty sus, “why was it on your wedding ring finger then?” but let him off after some time

The guy gave it back to Clark in person, but you had no idea what happened,

so when he gave him the ring, you were watching with the most confused look Clark had ever seen

thankfully, he played it off well and informed you later

He forgot to take off his wedding ring? You “secretly” fist bumped the air- ...he totally saw you though

Geralt Of Rivia

I don’t think Geralt really expected to get married

Jaskier didn’t either-

He’s the only one who stands when the priest asks if anyone doesn’t accept... only to ask how the fuck Geralt got lucky enough to get you

Everyone laughed but Geralt, he just grunted and looked away with a lil’ bit o pink tinting his cheeks

You demand he lets you go on adventures with him

You also wash him after adventures

wink wonk ;)))

Geralt is a stubborn thing

You’re a stubborn thing

Y’all love each other

When I say that Geralt is a confusing husband-

I mean that he confuses the fuck out of you

“don’t do that”

“okay”

few minutes later

“I thought you were doing that-”

“You told me not too...?”

“I don’t recall. Do whatever.”

Minutes later.

“What the fuck!?! Don’t do that!”

He’s hard to read and it bugs you

However, it makes a good game out of it

If he ever introduces you as anything but his spouse, you hold a bitter glare while internally plotting

Before you marry, Jaskier hits on you without realizing that Geralt is interested in you

He gulps nervously as soon as it hits him

You might just use that mistake as a way to get back at Geralt for not saying you’re his spouse

Jaskier pleads you not to

like for real

He’s in tears

CuDdLeS!

Congrats, you have a stubborn manbaby for the rest of however long y’all shall live

Kithes

Geralt is a little distant when it comes to admitting his feelings for you at first

When you’re dating, you’re all over each other

Marriage is that but amplified lmao

Braiding his hair

Teasing him not the wink wonk and getting away with it because you’re his spouse

If Jaskier said anything remotely close to the shit you’ve said, Geralt would probably choke him out

But then resuscitate him cause they’re bros

Seeing the softer side of Geralt

Sure, sex, but getting to know each others bodies? Yes.

Soft!Sleepy!Geralt

His deep n husky morning voice telling you to “get your ass back in bed”

Having the excuse of “because I’m his spouse” anytime you do stuff people are too afraid to do

Jealous bb 1 and jealous bb 2 aka Geralt and Y/n

I think Geralt’s the kind of guy to just pick you up, ignore your flailing limbs, and move you out of the way

He takes shit from no one...well, from you SOMETIMES

Gives in to your requests with a sigh and roll of his eyes most of the time

He was protective of you at first

now he’s PrOtEcTiVe so uh

Basically, number one husband, number two bodyguard

you put yourself first for the bodyguard part, but Geralt doesn’t know that

Sherlock Holmes

He asks your family for their blessing, then asks you-

I can imagine Mycroft just ranting away and Sherlock drops to his knee

“What are you doing?”

He ignores his brother and proposes to you

Mycroft is confused and upset because he wanted to rant about meaningless things and Sherlock decided to change the topic

rude

Being married means constant visits from Enola

Probably being the “second parents” to Enola

Gossip with Enola and Eudoria about Sherlock and him as a kiddo

Kicking Sherlock out of the house for sleepovers with his sister

bet

Helping Sherlock with cases

Dealing with Sherlock telling you it isn’t safe

still being upset when he’s right you know it

Finding Enola and Eudoria with him

Snapping at Mycroft for how he treats the girl and everyone else

Threatening Mycroft by just being a badass bitch and telling him to fuck off every now and then

Long story short, you make Enola laugh and Mycroft scoff as he walks away

He’s a stubborn bean, which now that I think about it- aren’t all Henry’s characters?

While he doesn’t say it much, he loves you

You get paranoid with this character too, as he does work that can be very dangerous as well

When he returns, he doesn’t say much aside from that he’s there now and that he loves you

cuddles with him whispering softly,

“I’m here now.” “I’m safe.” “I’m okay.” “I love you.”

Kisses in public either be quick pecks or minute long for goodbyes, but greetings-

especially after being apart for a while?

HC TIME

He comes home on the train and you’re at the station with his siblings

As soon as he spots you, he sets his stuff down because you’re already running at him

You jump into his arms and kiss him hard, not caring in the slightest about the other people at the station

It makes you smile every time he introduces you as his spouse

You’ve heard it so many times yet it still makes your heart flutter every single time

Napoleon Solo

The amount of times you’ve just dropped everything and walked away because he was being ‘too serious”-

You say something, he takes it seriously, you groan and stomp away

But then you know you can do the same back to him

Napoleon is an all around awesome husband but he’s not going to just pretend to agree with stuff

Will correct you no matter how embarrassed you get 

Makes up with kisses or stuff idk

Let me be honest, I don’t know much about writing for Napoleon but he is an icon...sometimes

He’s protective

by that I mean he’s stubborn but really it’s his way of keeping you safe

Would probably lock you in your room even though you’re a, a grown ass adult, and b, his spouse for fuck’s sake?!??!

Doesn’t tell you when something’s bothering him unless he feels the need to

“I’m not a fucking mind-reader, Solo!”

“Neither am I but I still manage-”

He doesn’t mean to make you feel bad, he just- emotions and him aren’t the best of friends

Emotions aren’t exactly friends with most of his characters

He’d much rather just speak with actions than admit anything

Sometimes you worry that he’s just fucking with you

When he proposed, it scared the shit out of you ‘cause you thought it was a joke

Never admits to anything willingly...?

Yeah sorry...Idk, that’s all I got :\

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