#Punk!Yennefer

[limerental]

The modern au interpretations of Yennefer as a suave commanding presence in elegant formal wear who is an attorney or business woman, etc are nice and all but frankly, this is a gal who was raised a backcountry hick of a cripple who was removed from an abusive situation only to suffer dehumanization and further abuse in an educational institution she was forced to attend, then as a teenaged girl was made to feel like her only option for survival was to agree to sterilization... later so pissed about the injustice of the society and system she had found herself a part of that she rebelled and went underground to deal in providing black market cures and abortifacients in place where the government had denied the people options like hers, then going on to refuse to be involved in any sort of political hiercherical group in a place of power despite being invited so like........ point being, let her dress like a grungey mall goth punk weirdo sometimes

#this is blending canons wildly but yeah #yennefer

[teatitty]

Hello :D

Do you have any thoughts on if Witcher characters existed in modern day earth what clothing styles they would wear?

Geralt is a goth punk and Yennefer is straight goth, Ciri would be a tomboy who dresses like Avril Lavigne in the early 2000's and Dandelion is one of those people who can make any outfit combo look bomb as hell but is constantly dyeing his hair different colours

Eskel is cowboy fashion because in a modern day setting he'd definitely be a farmer living a quiet life compared to Lambert who's blowing up cars with homemade pipe bombs

Vesemir is typical slavic tracksuit. Fellow europeans you know exactly what I'm talking about

#asks #bilberry-jam

[itsmajel]

Majel Reads - January 2022

The Witcher - Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier

[What is this?]

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come to light by leaveanote

( @ welcomemysentence )

“It feels,” Geralt says slowly, “like you’re still trying to prove your worth to me.”

Jaskier laughs nervously, even though something hollow twists in his gut.

“Can you blame me? Old habits, I suppose—”

“No,” Geralt cuts in, sitting up. “I can’t blame you. But I’d like to break those habits.”

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Healing takes effort and tenderness.

technically the sequel to something healing, but can be read as a standalone.

Part 2 of something healing

[Explicit] [2,806] [Read on AO3 here]

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Sprung by valley-of-renfri (santamonicayachtclub)

( @valley-of-renfri)

Geralt is a bit bewildered when Jaskier strolls into the lake, boots and all, but only a bit.

[Explicit] [5,489] [Read on AO3 here]

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to make you enough for yourself by asweetepilogue

( @asweetprologue)

Before their first night together, there are some things Jaskier needs to tell Geralt about his reputation as an experienced lover.

[Teen And Up Audiences] [1,174] [Read on AO3 here]

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someone to hold and be held by by murron

When an enemy from his Sandpiper days catches up to him, Jaskier decides to protect his friends by leaving Kaer Morhen without saying goodbye. This does not go down well with Geralt. It also plunges Jaskier into a shitload of trouble.

Racing against time to find Jaskier and bring him home, Geralt finally figures out what Jaskier means to him. But will he be able to show Jaskier how important he is? Or did he miss his chance?

[Explicit] [14,998] [Read on AO3 here]

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another angle on the same subject by haysel

Jaskier had opened the door, so he decided to step through. “I think it’s been proven that I do understand when it’s time to walk away.”

Geralt was quiet for a moment longer. “What are you saying? Are you saying that you’re leaving?”

Jaskier glanced over at him. “Yes. I just need to figure out where I’m going.”

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A few weeks after the incident with the deathless mother, Jaskier leaves Kaer Morhen

[Mature] [12,965] [Read on AO3 here]

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tomorrow, i'll be brave by who_tf_cares

Jaskier doesn't know where he belongs here.

ft. jaskier and yennefer friendship, an overuse of the word 'fuck' and all its conventions, and my unhealthy obsession with joey batey/the amazing devil.

[Teen And Up Audiences] [3,405] [Read on AO3 here]

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oh, the waves. by a_static_world

( @astaticworld)

The shove comes to his chest hard, the force of a Witcher who does not know nor care the limitations of the human ribcage behind it. The words land harder. “Just one big, happy family, eh?” “No.”

[General Audiences] [5,724] [Read on AO3 here]

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blue by d-andilion (irnhero)

( @d-andilion)

Geralt comes across a curious little creature that he just can't shake (not that he wants to).

[Teen And Up Audiences] [11,810] [Read on AO3 here]

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Never Heard It Singing by didoandis

They’re walking home from school when Ciri stops him, her hand tugging at his sleeve. “Hey, wait, look!” she says, and Geralt turns to see a notice pinned to the streetlight: one of those hopeful ones, the words a little faded, the strips at the bottom curling upwards.

It reads: Lessons from a music postgrad, 15 crowns/hour, any age, any skill level, almost any instrument! Call Jaskier.

Ciri’s looking up at him, doing the wide pleading eyes that he is irritatingly susceptible to. “Can I?” she says. “Please, Geralt?”

A witcher hiding from the world meets a man hiding from himself. It works out well for both of them, eventually.

[Explicit] [28,701] [Read on AO3 here]

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It Started With Fish Heads by Prudabaga

( @helloprudabagastuff)

Geralt, a merman, courts Jaskier using traditional merfolk customs. Jaskier thinks he’s being punked.

[Teen And Up Audiences] [8,875] [Read on AO3 here]

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true love's kiss by leodesic

( @leodesic)

Jaskier attracts curses like flies to honey. Fortunately, Geralt is an expert in lifting curses.

Approximately 5 + 1 things.

[Mature] [9,105] [Read on AO3 here]

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some good mistakes by some_stars

( @some-stars)

If Geralt were allowed to have a favorite part of Jaskier, it would certainly be his hands.

[Explicit] [7,287] [Read on AO3 here]

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[keirametzbrassknuckles]

First Lines

*shakes my fist at you @blackberrywars but like lovingly* I have so many WIPs for so many fandoms it stopped being funny a long time ago. (you see now why it takes me so fucking long to write anything: I'm constantly jumping from thing to thing to thing like a frog on speed)

The first line of any wip longer than a paragraph.

The Witcher:

Later Aiden will look back and curse himself for his lack of concern but as it is it’s nearly a decade before he realizes that he hasn’t seen Kiyan in a while.

Like two strangers adrift on a subway platform after the bars close, Geralt and Eskel are waiting for a train.

You were always going to end up here.

Yennefer said working at the art museum will help Ciri develop “culture” although what pricing coloring books in the museum shop has to do with culture Geralt can’t even begin to guess.

There’s no aircon in the shop and the interior is dark and hot as hell, smelling of dirt and hay and vegetables slowly rotting in their crates.

Novigrad outpost is a sprawling neon jungle clinging gamely to a tiny ball of rock, lonely, in the deep reaches of space.

“That one’s yours” the officer says, pointing across the crowded visitation room to a lean figure in an orange jumpsuit perched precariously on one of the stools along the perspex phone bank.

Later, Eskel will wish he spent more time that morning to just look.

Stranger Things

It’s summer, one of those wide-open days, hazy with humidity which seems to creep by like molasses, delicious and slow.

The other side of the bed is empty. 

It starts as it always does, with the lighting.

It’s less gruesome, turning back, but only slightly.

Sandman

Hob Gadling has lived for too long to be anything but comfortable in his own company.

Endeavour

“Wotcher”

SAS: Rogue Heroes

Eoin McGonnigal is a reasonable man.

The Terror

John dreams of seals.

Tagging @queerofthedagger @theowlseye @the-butch-of-blaviken @justleaf @camilleisback @pudentilla @softest-punk and everyone else who sees this because I'm a horrible person and I fundamentally Can Not remember who of my moots are writers/open to being tagged in things like this. (Also if you wanna let me know for the future please lmk on this post -- I feel like I should start a list...)

#my writing #this is such a self drag I can't #good fucking lordt

[jay-arts-t]

After all the bad and terrible things in life, after an eternal journey... Ciri tries to find herself in a peaceful life and understand what a home is...

Well, how do you like the idea of Ciri as a housewife, for example?

Of course, I mean an adult Ciri of 25 years old.

Frankly I really can’t imagine Ciri romantically involved with anyone. I know that when she was young she was a little boy crazy. But now that she’s an adult I feel like she takes more after Yennefer in the sense that she doesn’t really take romantic partners unless she can see herself with them long term/ can handle her.

If she were to be in the time period that she’s from (1200s) and given a choice I could see her sticking around Corvo Bianco and trying to take back her childhood years she lost. Aka bullying Geralt affectionately. She’ll always be a daddy’s girl in my mind. I also think she’d get a dog. A Rottweiler would suit her well.

In a more modern setting I think she would thrive more. There would be more media that she could see herself in (although having Geralt and Yennefer as adoptive parents is like the ultimate fuck you to conventional views on most things the continent had set in place for society). I think the punk and grunge era would suit her perfectly. Also! Ciri in short hair is the best! She looks really good in both, but I think short hair suits her more. Here’s some doodles!

#the witcher #Ciri #Ciri doodles! #ask me anything #send me asks

[andordean]

Ao3 first lines

...or recycling is good for the environment.

Dear @softest-punk and @do-androids-dream-ao3acc tagged me - thank you!

"You don't have to agree to anything," Yennefer told her, time and again, as they went through the plan and its likely outcomes. "It's still your choice."

"Ghost of You"

The wind outside howls like a wounded animal.

"Sing to Me in the Dark"

Cahir is lost the moment those emerald eyes drill into him for the first time.

"Splinters"

"You are what?"

"Confessions To Make", Ciri chapter

Mistle always admired Ciri’s hair.

"Shreds"

A sharp, high-pitched sound shakes her from her slumber, and Ciri jerks up, alert, her small hand gun already drawn.

"Let Me See"

As soon as the Novigrad-bound ship left the reasonably calm waters of the Gulf of Praxeda, Cahir began to question his life choices.

"Broken Pieces"

His lips were cool and soft; everything Ciri had dreamt of, and more.

"Ripple Effect"

The rain in Kovir was as reliable as its neutrality used to be.

"Business Matter"

The world around him has changed, again.

"Found"

(It's always fun to try and come up with a sentence that commands attention, whether successfully or not, hah.)

Tagging anyone who wants to do it. 💜

[keyrousse]

I was tagged by @poetikat, thanks!

Tagging @andordean (again), @do-androids-dream-ao3acc, @softest-punk, @ray-gurl, @marbienl13... and whoever wants to do this. :)

Three ships: (I'd say that I'm not much of a shipper and try to explain it with being aroace, but as I don't know how it works for other aroaces, let's just say what I've written so far) Geralt/Regis from The Witcher, Alec Hardy/Ellie Miller from Broadchurch, aaaaand *checking my fics* *oh my goodness they're all platonic!* Geralt/Yennefer (they're happily divorced in my modern!AU fics, I believe in their eternal love in canon).

First ship: the first slash ship I read and wasn't annoyed by was Geralt/Emhyr. Thanks, astolat and softestpunk. If I read fics with ships, they were usually canon and I didn't read those fics because of the ships.

Currently consuming: just drank a glass of wine.

Currently watching: thinking about rewatching "The Sandman" and finally watching "Arcane", as I still haven't done that. My relationship with TV shows is very complicated.

Last movie: "Glass Onion" for the first time and a rewatch of "Stardust". Both at Christmas.

Last song: something from "Gwent" soundtrack.

Currently reading: I suck at reading books, too. A book about genetics by Polish author Dawid Myśliwiec is begging me to finish it. Next up will be "Neil Gaiman: Reader", probably. Or "Sandman", as I've started to collect the comics and still haven't read them.

Currently craving: potato chips. Also known as crisps.

#about me #ask meme

[nyxelestia]

Sk8er Boi, but Yenneskier

He was a boy, she was a girl Can I make it any more obvious? She was a punk, he did ballet What more can I say?

He wanted her She'd never tell secretly she wanted him as well But her sense of pride stuck up its nose It had a problem with his gaudy clothes

He was a singer boy She said see you later boy He wasn't good enough for her He dressed in silk and lace, always up in her face She couldn't see what he was worth

Two years from now She's on the run Fleeing the police right through the slums She walks by TVs Guess who she sees Singer boy rockin' up MTV

She can't reach her friends Where else can she go? She can steal some tickets to see his show Cahir tags along, they stand in the crowd Looks up at the man that she turned down

He was a singer boy She said see you later boy He wasn't good enough for her Now he's a super star slamming on his guitar Does her pretty face see what he's worth?

He was a singer boy She said see you later boy He wasn't good enough for her Now he's her only hope, she has fallen so low But he did not see her as a foe

"Yennefer, I'll help you out! Hide with me, I've got the clout And I've got powerful friends This won't be your story's end

I don't care you couldn't see Past the wretch you thought I'd be I am more than meets the eye" He said, as he took her inside

He was a boy, and she was a girl But they aren't those kids, not any more Well now he is The Sandpiper She'll trust her life with this nerd

She's with the singer boy And now she can go destroy All those fucks that brought her so low Maybe she shouldn't gloat But after how hard she choked Her vengeance she will under go

He's more than a singer boy Though he still sings 'Toss a Coin' And look how far that girl as grown She's at the studio Singing the song they wrote About some kids they used to know

insp. (+ some Discord conversation)

#yennskier #yenneskier #jaskier #yennefer #the witcher #modern au #i guess #song parody #sk8r boi

[whimsywispsblog]

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#5

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and

Desert you

Never gonna let you die

Never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

I HOPE YOU KEEP YOUR WORD BROCCOLI 😤

@samatedeansbroccoli

2 notes - Posted February 13, 2022

#4

Heyyy! How would Leon and Chris react with a female s/o that has tattoos and a tongue piercing? Would the love it or rather dont? When you don’t want to write that it’s ok! ‘Was just asking :)

Okay I really like this ask, it's such a mood.

So Chris. He'd be thrilled. Fascinated, excited, awestruck....all those adjectives. He loves to trace your tattoos, while listening to the story behind it. If you plan to get anymore tattoos, he'd gladly accompany you, even your hand if you're scared or in pain. As for piercings, oh sweet heavens. The very sight of it makes him go feral. And it's feel- he goes mental. And he loves it. Although he would wonder how long it would have taken for the piercing to heal and for you to eat anything spicy, if you're a spice lover.

3 notes - Posted November 15, 2022

#3

Only Time Would Tell

There will never be a world in which this is right.

But then, who decides what is right and what is wrong?

Yennefer breathed deeply into her cupped hands, the soft smell of the sweet berries filling her nostrils. For some reason, the scent bought her comfort. She never knew if it was because of her mother. Back when she got a little whiff of motherly love. Or it was because of Tissaia. Whatever the reason it was, the scent of berries did soothe her mind.

She had grown tired of constantly fighting.

Fighting for what was rightfully hers.

Fighting to prove her worth.

Fighting for her place in the world.

Sweet dreams of death, ones that continue to plague her mind and tempt her to give in to its sweet release- how delightful.

Tempting indeed, the long undisturbed slumber of neverending golden dreams- all away from the horrible nightmare of her world.

Her cruel world. A cruel game. Surviving is a pain.

Cheating is a pleasure, but one she wasn't sure she wanted to indulge in any longer.

Geralt.

A scoff escaped from her mouth as she downed another mug of the rancid alcohol.

Love. What a beautiful illusion. Like an enticing mirage that captivates the mind and body.

But disappointing.

Purple orbs looked up to the starry skies that shone brilliantly. The cold breeze swept past her, making her shudder slightly.

Why was love so easy for others to find and thrive with? Or was it her fault?

Yennefer was a woman with a will of her own- unyielding and resolute.

As a young girl who was thrown around, broken, ravaged and fractured, she learnt the ways and rules of life the hard way. And she would forever be thankful for her rough past, without which she wouldn't have been her- strong and determined.

But one question remained.

Why her? Why was she constantly thrashed around relentlessly?

'I am sorry you chose power.'

'No amount of power or beauty will make you feel worthy of either.'

'A child is not a way to boost your fragile ego, Yen.'

All wise words that were thrown at her by her lovers.

Ones who she believed loved her.

But in the end, it was always about the same damn thing- power.

Her being hungry for power even though to survive, power is the key, and that is what she wanted.

But then, she was only looked at as a conduit of magic- a weapon perhaps if given autonomy and identity, disaster would prevail.

See the full post

7 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

#2

Vermilion

From spiralling liquor to soft sheets - he'd done that too many times.

Simon slotted his cigarette between his lips, watching her walk towards him, slightly wobbling over her large stilettoes. The soft glimmer of the lights overhead bathed her in a honeyed glow. 

His eyes were commanded by the stunning pair of rich olive-brown of her eyes behind her bronze-dusted eyelids, full of warmth and a spark of curiosity. 

14 notes - Posted November 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hi! Question how would Chris Redfield react when his s/o is damn good into dirty talk? And everytime when he wants to dirty talk then he/she makes it even worse?

Hello Anon! I'm so sorry for replying so late.

Okay so Chris. I think he's the kind who'd get very flustered easily. Sure he can tease you a little here and there, but that's about it. And if you're the kind of person who's mastered the art of dirty talking, Chris should seriously look out for you (just kidding!). He'd be turned on, definitely, but he'd just freeze too, unsure of what to do next- should he tease you back, or just go with the flow. His s/o would let out a taunting laughing just to fluster him a little more and continue playing with him till Chris is a puddle of mush.

18 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

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[patchworkgargoyle]

Three Fics Tag Game!

Rules: Recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is “most popular” and 2 that are “hidden gems!"

Thanks for tagging me @atlantablack!!

1. Fussin' Over Scars on my Soul

Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | 34,151 | E | No Archive Warnings Apply

Jaskier is recovering from a few bad life choices. Geralt rescues mistreated farm animals and runs a ranch while parenting his daughter, Ciri. Yennefer decides to meddle a little.

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He cuts quite the figure, leaning over ever so casually in the little kitchen. The hair at his temples is pulled back from his face, revealing more of that sharp, stubble-covered jaw. Of course Yennefer would know a handsome hermit. Honestly. He looks like he could wear armour and be right at home romping across a medieval countryside. Geralt isn't Jaskier usual type, but he's the definition of easy on the eyes.

He might not be as well-muscled as his host, be he can do a few things! He has, in fact, successfully built IKEA furniture, by himself, and it never collapsed. "I will earn my stay, and who knows, maybe you'll find me a capable farm hand," he retorts, flicking his hair out of his face.

One of Geralt's eyebrows slowly raises, doubtful. "Hm," is all the provides in response.

notes: I feel like this is only my most popular because it's my oldest (that's still in existence) and I was posting it at the height of The Witcher fandom's burst in popularity because of the Netflix show's first season. I don't think it's... good? It's fine. But it's what got me back into writing, since the response was so positive.

2. Don't Want Your Heart (Between My Teeth)

Karl Heisenberg/Reader | 53,354 | E | Graphic Depictions of Violence

You have a regular customer at the cafe you work at: and old man named Heisenberg, a mouthy charmer who takes way too much sugar in his coffee. He mocks your poor Romanian and looks scruffy as hell, leading you to believe he's just a down-on-his-luck vagrant that's taken a liking to you. But you learn there's much more to him after you "rescue" him from being mugged, like how good he looks once he's tidied himself up a bit, and also... he had the power to control metal? What the fuck.

Alternate title: Karl Heisenberg Deserves a Vacation.

Our metal bastard man (affectionate) managed to slip out of the village, and out of Mother Miranda's grasp, about a decade before the events of RE8. He planned to make the most of it before she tracked him down again and found himself wandering the streets of Bucharest before you (fem!reader) take him in, much to his reluctance.

notes: The longest thing I've ever written. How I churned this out in two months (holy shit) I have no fucken clue. I'm still kinda proud of this, though I wish I'd planned it out better, and I won't forget it for the friends it brought me.

3. Boys Don't Cry

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | 5,124 | T+ | No Archive Warnings Apply

Dustin, having called shotgun, sighed and went on a rant about Will and Jonathan's shared tastes in melodramatic music, completely oblivious to Steve's sudden change in mood, for which he's grateful. Steve had taken to keeping a few cassettes in his car for the kids so they'd stop complaining about him just listening to the radio, and though it meant working out a system so no one complained - loudly - about playing favourites, he was at least glad to have something around for them. like the radio, he'd just tune it out, not bother to listen to the lyrics. But this.

But I just keep on laughing

Hiding the tears in my eyes

'Cause boys don't cry

Boys don't cry

Boys don't cry

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Steve listens to a cassette from Will, and the lyrics hit him harder than he woud've expected. Finally, he lets himself feel everything he's bottled up from the past four years of horrors, and makes a big change that he needs a little help fixing up.

notes: My most recently posted fic, at least on ao3. This is my foray into punk!Steve, and I do mean to write more (I have a few wips in the works for it). I think it's very melodramatic but cute, so long as you don't mind the song lyrics being in the fic itself.

Also, jesus christ, my summaries are Not Short.

tagging: @hell-on-training-wheels because I know for sure you have a plethora of fics!

#tag game

[jozstanko-art]

Punk!Yen from mine & @ficsandcatsandficsandcats‘s punk!au

#the witcher #yennefer #yennefer of vengerberg #punk!yennefer #punk!au

[unapologetic-and-aesthetic]

~ Punk!Yennefer~ The WItcher

requested by anon

Requests always welcome

#punk!yennefer #Yennefer of Vengerberg #yennefer #yennefer the witcher #the witcher #the witcher netflix #aesthetic #moodboard #yennefer aesthetic #yennefer moodboard #the witcher aesthetic #the witcher moodboard

[seanfalco]

Cabin in the Woods | Valdryn (punk!au)

Word Count: 1.4k Prompt: “Alone in a cabin in the woods and there are strange noises outside.” Requested by: Anonymous a/n: Gosh it’s been so long since I wrote Valdryn.  I missed themmmm.  Thank you for the request!

“Jesus V, look at this place,” Aev exclaimed, throwing her arms open wide as she circled herself, gaping up at the massive -- if you could even call it a cabin -- cabin.

“You like it?” he asked, a pleased grin crossing his face as he followed her in, carrying their luggage.

“It’s amazing!” she exclaimed with a laugh, practically running up the stairs to the loft overhead.

“Only the best for you, dove,” Valdo replied, leaving their suitcases by the door to ascend the stairs after his wife, finding her already sprawled out on the massive bed, a content smile on her face, her messy curls disheveled around her head like a halo.

“It’s too perfect, I might never want to leave,” she teased as Valdo crawled across the thick comforter to her, caging her in with his arms as he leaned over her for a kiss, his hands beginning to wander.

“Mmm me either,” he admitted, grinning against her lips, kissing her languidly before pulling back.

“Why don’t you get settled in while I get a fire going and start on dinner,” Valdo suggested, much to his wife’s dismay, judging by the soft whine that left her lips, followed by an adorable pout.  “Hush now,” Valdo chuckled, giving her one more peck to the lips, “we’ll have all night for that, pet.”

His words seemed to mollify Aevryn and she bounced off the bed after him to retrieve their luggage and begin unpacking.

——

After dinner Aev stood at the window watching the sun sink below the horizon; the dark silhouette of the mountains backlit by the fading pinks and oranges of the setting sun, giving way to the inky star speckled blackness above.

“Gosh this place is beautiful,” she mused, accepting the glass of wine Valdo held out to her and leaning into his side as he came to join her.

“I feel like I’m in Twilight,” she joked, getting a laugh from her husband.

“Well, we’re not far from Forks,” Valdo pointed out, taking a sip from his glass.

“Team Jacob, all the way,” Aev said as Valdo rolled his eyes.

“And here I thought you had better taste, sweetling,” Valdo quipped with a cheeky grin.  “Team Edward, clearly.”

Aev laughed as she took Valdo’s hand, pulling him back to the couch.  “Maybe now that R.Pattz looks like that,” she mused as Valdo plopped down and she crawled into his lap.  “Now, where were we earlier?” she asked, slipping her arms over his shoulders.

“My, my, needy aren’t we, darling?” he asked, setting his glass next to Aev’s lest he end up with wine on him as her mouth sought his neck.

“I thought that’s why we came out here in the first place, V,” she replied, kissing back up along his jawline to his ear.  “What’s a secluded romantic getaway without the sex?” she teased, bringing a soft groan to her husband’s lips. 

“You mistake me, love,” he drawled with a grin, “I quite like it when you take charge.”

Just as he drew his arms around her, pulling her closer, he froze.  “Did you hear that?” he asked, jerking upright, his eyes going to the window. 

“Hear what?” Aev asked, only pausing long enough to pull the collar of his shirt open further, bending forward to plant her lips to his chest.

Frowning, Valdo grabbed her arms, stopping her, but this time she too heard the soft scratching along the window.

“Okay, I heard that,” she said, her head swinging toward the sound.

For a long moment neither of them moved, both straining their ears.  Just as they thought it might’ve just been the wind, beginning to once more relax, a soft thud could be heard from the roof.

“Valdo,” Aev exclaimed, a hint of fear in her voice and she slipped off his lap as he got up, reaching for the heavy brass fire poker near the hearth.

“Don’t, uh, don’t worry, darling,” Valdo replied, turning to give her a reassuring smile that only trembled slightly.  “I’m sure it’s probably only an animal of some sort.”

Aev looked doubtful, but followed Valdo to the window to peer out into the darkness, flipping on the outside lights.  “Do you see anything?” she asked, holding onto his arm as she scanned the lit area.

“No, I--” Valdo’s answer was cut off by a blood curdling shriek from the other side of the cabin and they both jumped, holding onto each other for dear life.

“What was that?” Aevryn cried, her heart ready to pound out of her chest.

Taking a fortifying breath, Valdo straightened in an attempt to soothe his wife’s fears.  “It could still be an animal.  I’ve heard rabbits have been known to scream when attacked, sounding chillingly… human,” he rationalized.

“You think that was a rabbit?” Aevryn asked skeptically.

Before Valdo could answer, the sound of pounding against the outside walls filled the air, coming from all sides at once and the pair shrieked again, Aev burying her face in Valdo’s chest.  

“Did the website happen to say this place was haunted when you booked the reservation or did you fail to mention that part?” she exclaimed as her husband’s grip on her tightened, eyes warily watching the windows and the pounding suddenly stopped.

“No, this place is new, only built within the year,” he countered weakly.

“Oh, great, so it’s more likely it’s some band of psycho killers wearing masks over their heads come to torment and kill us,” Aev muttered.

“That… that’s not going to happen,” Valdo exclaimed, trying to strengthen his voice.  “I’m going to call the police.”

As he reached for his phone movement at the dark window caught his eye and then suddenly a grinning face appeared, accompanied by a loud bang sending Valdo rearing back, he and Aevryn both screaming in surprise once more.

However, moments later, muffled laughter could be heard outside and Valdo’s alarm turned to a mix of annoyance and murderous rage as he realized it was only Jaskier.  Rounding of his wife, he gave her his most unamused glare.  

“And I suppose you knew nothing about this?” he asked as she fought back a relieved laugh.

“What, Gods no!” she cried, holding up her hands in innocence.  “I was just as scared as you were,” she exclaimed when he merely looked disbelieving.  “Feel my heart, V, it’s racing,” she continued, taking his hand to place over her chest and finally his scowl disappeared.

“Then how the hell did they know we were here?” he wondered, following his wife to the door to let their friends inside.

“I may have mentioned we were taking a trip,” Aev admitted as she tugged open the door, “but I didn’t tell them where.”

“I have my ways,” Yennefer intoned cryptically as she swanned inside, followed by Geralt and [y/n]; Jaskier bringing up the rear.

“You should’ve seen your faces!” he exclaimed gleefully, throwing his arms wide as soon as he passed the threshold.

“Yes, you definitely scared the piss outta us,” Aev replied wryly as she hugged him.  “But you do know what that means,” she replied meaningfully.

“Oh, I’d love to see you try to best me,” Jaskier laughed.  “Bring it on Swift!”

“Swift-Marx,” Valdo grumbled under his breath as he shut the door and joined the others in the living area.  “So much for our romantic getaway,” he said, wearing a long suffering, if somewhat disappointed look.  “Now it’s more of a… group slumber party,” he groaned as Aev patted his shoulder, his disappointment echoed less prominently in her sea green eyes.

“Don’t worry Valdo,” [y/n] cut in with a warm smile.  “We have our own cabins, so you’ll still have your privacy.”

At that Valdo’s expression brightened considerably, and he joined his wife by the armchair across from the sectional, pulling her into his lap.

“Well, that certainly changes thing,” he quipped, flashing Aevryn a wink, who grinned back shamelessly while Jaskier made a face.

“Who’s up for some cards?” [y/n] announced with a clap, in an attempt to segue to other topics, reaching for a deck of cards from her bag.

“Oh, by the way, Pankratz,” Valdo said suddenly, drawing Jaskier’s attention, his eyebrows climbing.  “We accept your challenge.”

At this Jaskier’s boyish grin returned as he stared down his best friend and her rather haughty husband.  “Perfect, but just so you know, it may be hard to get the jump on me with Geralt as my bodyguard this weekend,” he exclaimed.

“Oh no, I’m having no part of this,” Geralt grumbled, picking up the cards [y/n] had dealt him.  “You’re on your own, Jask.”

Jaskier’s confident grin faltered and he began to sweat in earnest at the alarmingly devious smile on Aev’s face, echoed smoothly on Valdo’s, and he swallowed, quickly picking up his cards. 

“Wh-who’s turn is it, hmm?”

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Roberto Cavalli Fall 2021

Modern AU goth power couple Geralt and Yen, complete with motorbike (the bike is called Roach).

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Starsong, Ch 4: Solar Sailer

“Come on,” he grunted, already several paces towards the doors.

As Yennefer rose to follow, Jaskier scrambled to his feet. “What? Hey! We just got here!”

“Not our fault you spent the whole time letching,” Yennefer shrugged.

“Oh, come on now, Beautiful!” he whined as they all stepped out into the crisp night. “A man’s got his needs, you know? And neither if you two are being particularly generous on that front. Aside from with each other, I assume.”

“Might help if you stopped calling her that rather than her actual name,” Geralt grumbled from ahead, picking their way through the town.

“Aw, now you’re on me, too?” Jaskier huffed. “What do you care? It’s not like she minds!”

“You don’t know that,” Yennefer pointed out. “You’ve never asked me.”

Jaskier paused and blinked. “Haven’t I? I’d swear I did!”

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