#ahh-fxck writes

[ahh-fxck]

I sat down to write 3 hours ago. Just looked up and realized *how much* time had slipped by without my noticing it. WOO! Flow state! It’s been a while since I’ve had a good solid one of those. I am so excited that I can still get those 2 years into this project. Warrior’s Blues keeps challenging me and I am loving how much I am learning and growing as a writer in the process of writing it.

#warriors blues #ahh-fxck musings #may the writing bug bite y'all as well #or the creativity bug #you know whatever gets your happy going #i hope it finds you tonight

[dadralt]

i still track #heymaur <3

tagging some mutuals!

@eyklarsen @yennefxr @witch-and-her-witcher @fireflyxrebel-writes @helloinej @ughmerlin @a-court-of-tears-and-feels @heytheredeann @ivashkovadrian @emma-ofnormandy @userciri @ahh-fxck @katesbelovas @morganalefay @wanderlust-t

#url change #might change my icon soon too idk #i still love the fam OBVI but i needed a change alkfjlksdfs

[jaskierswolf]

Horny Geraskier ask- caught out in the rain at 3am after the bars close, summer thunderstorm, sexytimes in an alley?

I had fun with this! 700 words of smutty fun! CW: 18+, alleyway handjobs, they’ve been drinking and Jaskier is a little drunk so know that?

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Jaskier giggled and leant on Geralt’s shoulder. God he loved clubbing; the music, the people, the dancing! He was in his element. Geralt… not so much, but he always came along for the ride, if only to make sure Jaskier got home safe at the end of the night.

“I fucking love you,” Jaskier giggled again, the world seeming so bright under his vodka fuelled haze.  

“I had no idea,” Geralt drawled back, not sounding nearly enthusiastic enough for Jaskier’s liking.

“Oh at least try to sound sincere!” Jaskier whined, hanging off his boyfriend’s arm as they stumbled through the streets. Ok, so maybe he stumbled and Geralt was swayed trying to keep him steady.

“I sounded sincere the last ten times you said it, Jask,” Geralt said, pressing a kiss to Jaskier’s temple.

Jaskier whined. “Well, I meant it every time, oh cock!” The heavens had opened without warning, or perhaps there was warning but Jaskier was too drunk to notice. One moment he was dry and the next ice cold raindrops were streaming down his face. Geralt rolled his eyes and pulled Jaskier faster along the street. “Geralt, oi! Bollocks, fucking slow down!”

“We need to get out of the rain, love.”

Jaskier spun round, tripping over his feet and clinging onto Geralt to stay standing. The world continued to spin for a moment and he giggled. When everything still he spotted shelter. The alleyway in between the club and the bar next door had some canvas up, shielding the alley from the rain.

“This way!” Jaskier cried and tugged at Geralt’s hand.

They ran together, laughing as the rain soaked them both through. Really it was too late for shelter, they would be better off getting home and into a change of clothes but where was the fun in that. Jaskier fell against Geralt as the huddled close in the enclosed space. Jaskier’s cunning plan had failed and the rain continued to beat down on them, but now he had other things on this mind. He smirked as he glanced up at his boyfriend, raindrops still stuck to his eyelashes.

“Hey, gorgeous, fancy seeing you here…” he purred, and then attacked Geralt’s lips in a messy kiss. Geralt stank of cigarette smoke and he tasted like cheap whiskey and sweat. Yes, clubbing was great fun but it was a bit gross. “You taste weird.”

Geralt snorted and pulled Jaskier into another kiss, his hands landing on Jaskier’s arse, pressing their bodies together. Jaskier groaned and rutted up against his boyfriend, his lips moving along Geralt’s jaw to his neck. Geralt hummed, baring his neck so Jaskier could suck pretty little bruises into the pale skin. The rain felt like ice against his skin as his arousal burned through him, vodka had always made him a little sluttier than normal and Geralt never complained… as long as he still had his senses about him of course.

“Fuck, Jask,” Geralt groaned as his head rolled back, hitting the wall behind him. Jaskier giggled, reaching down to unzip both their jeans. He was delighted to find Geralt was already hard under his fingers as he gripped both their cocks together. He gasped, biting at Geralt’s lips. Their cocks pressed against each other as Jaskier worked them both with his hand.

He swore as a car drove past and the alleyway was suddenly filled with light. He froze, hand still holding them together, pushing impossible closer to Geralt to hide them from view. Adrenaline made his heart spike faster, the fear of getting caught unbelievably only making him more aroused. “Oh fuck,” he moaned, burying his face in Geralt’s neck.

Geralt laughed, a deep laugh that rumbled in his chest, and god Jaskier was weak. Geralt squeezed Jaskier’s arse, sending another wave of pleasure through him, fuck he’d never felt so alive whilst being caught in a storm. He moaned and sought out Geralt’s lips, the raindrops almost blinding him. Geralt’s hand knocked Jaskier’s aside as they were once again plunged into darkness. After that it didn’t take long until Jaskier came, his moans muffled by Geralt’s lips. Geralt grunted and followed Jaskier, shortly after.  Once they manage to catch their breath, Jaskier started to giggle again. Geralt’s laugh soon joined in and they clutched onto each other, soaking wet in alleyway. What a perfect end to the evening.

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier pankratz #wolfie's witcher writing #ahh-fxck

[knifewieldingenby]

Can Aidan do the Witcher equivalent of parkour? I contend that, as a Cat School Witcher he absolutely can. Imagine Lambert seeing this for the first time.

“Are you mad?!” Lambert hissed, watching with wide eyes as Aiden perched on a rooftop. They’d been running from an angry mob, through no fault of their own. They’d done a job together and the alderman didn’t feel like paying them so he’d turned the nearest townspeople against them. As they pulled into an alleyway and the angry crowd rushed by, Lambert watched with exasperation as Aiden scaled the damn building. The Cat snorted and smirked at him.

“Never climbed a building, Wolf?”

He could honestly say that he hadn’t. Aiden perched on all fours, looking genuinely like a cat; Lambert half expected him to start licking himself.

“Get down here, you feral bitch.”

With a laugh, Aiden shook his ass - actually fucking shook it - and launched himself at the building next to him. He kicked off, spun, and, with a completely unnecessary flip, landed on the ground on all fours again. 

Lambert grunted. “You’re completely nuts, you know that?”

“Yes,” Aiden admitted smoothly. “But I think you secretly like it.”

He couldn’t argue with that.

#lambden #laiden #lamden #aiden the witcher #lambert #my writing #hello I know next to nothing about parkour #but I hope I did this justice #Aiden would absolutely do parkour #Lambert is mildly impressed #but mostly exasperated #ahh-fxck

[dhwty-writes]

"Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, the White Wolf jumped over the moon..." or, Jaskier is singing nonsense again and Geralt is Tired. Hope inspiration finds you and your brain gets un stuck!

That was a lovely prompt! Thank you so much :)

For those of you who are reading it, in my mind this takes place in the OWBABH verse. But as it’s years before the mountain, it works as standalone, too

Geralt woke to the sound of music. That was, in and of itself, nothing too unusual when travelling with a bard, especially not when the bard was Jaskier. 

  "Hey Diddle, Diddle! The witch and the fiddle," Jaskier sang at the top of his lungs, "the White Wolf jumped over the moon."  

It wasn't bad. Jaskier had a nice voice. Geralt knew that. Jaskier knew that. He was very vocal about it. He wasn't complaining. Usually. 

Geralt's eyes snapped open and he bolted upright. The sun hadn't even risen yet. "What the fuck..." he growled.

"Geralt!" the music stopped with a dissonant twang of the lute strings. "You're awake!"

"You're singing," he accused him.

"I am!" he answered far too cheerily. Geralt's eyes adjusted to the relative darkness and he could see Jaskier clambering to his feet, to come walk over to him. "Wait until you've heard the end," he said and sat down next to him. 

Without any other preamble, he began playing again: 

"Hey Diddle, Diddle! 

The witch and the fiddle, 

The White Wolf jumped over the moon; 

The little cub laughed 

To see such fun, 

And the bard ran away with them, too."

He finished his rewrite of the song and beamed at him. "What do you think?" After a short pause he added. "Come on, Geralt, you need to work with me here, I can't see a thing!"

"That's because it's the middle of the fucking night."

"First of all, untrue. I can see the moon and you taught me how to guess the hour. So, sunrise's barely two hours away. Second of all, rude! And third of all, I need a review, or I shall surely perish. You know all of that."

Geralt smirked to himself. Yes, he did. "Didn't rhyme."

Jaskier heaved a heavy sigh. "I know. But, honestly, what does rhyme with moon? Loon? Noon? Those are all shite, Geralt!"

"Hmm," he agreed, thinking about a satisfying solution. He knew there wouldn't be any peace before they found one. "How about you swap the witch and the bard?" he proposed. "Makes more sense anyways."

"Oh, that's brilliant!" he exclaimed and promptly began singing again:

"Hey Diddle, Diddle! 

The bard and the fiddle, 

The White Wolf jumped over the moon; 

The little cub laughed 

To see such fun, 

And the witch'll run away with them soon."

"Better," Geralt decreed, oddly proud of himself.

Jaskier hummed thoughtfully. "I'm still trying to figure out how to fit loon in there."

He couldn't help but chuckle. "You know Yennefer will have your balls for it, right?"

"Only if you're a snitch."

He laughed louder at that. After a moment of silence, his restraint shattered and he pulled the bard against his side. "Any chance you'll go back to sleep?"

Jaskier scrunched up his face, tapping out a vicious rhythm with his foot. "Can't. Too many thoughts. Sleep's too boring."

Geralt couldn't help but smile. "I know," he whispered against his hair. "How about I get a fire started and we start packing up? We can leave before dawn, if you want, then you can walk." The walking helped, most of the times. 

"Oh, you're a treasure, Geralt," Jaskier said and lunged to his feet, but not before pressing a kiss to Geralt's cheek. It made his skin tingle.

"Hmm," he answered, smiling, and got up as well. 'I love you,' he thought. Not that he'd ever tell him.

#my writing #geraskier #prompt fill #the witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier #OWBABH #geraskier fanfiction #the witcher fanfiction #ahh-fxck #look i've got an ask

[westmoor]

happy new year

(i fell alseep on this one last night so i’m cutting it short and time is fake anyway, right? immortal jaskier and still a witcher geralt, well into the modern era)

He rubs his arms absent-mindedly, having forgeone grabbing his coat in the rush to get outside, eyes fixed on the valley below. Midnight is still a minute away, but someone always starts too early and no matter how many New Year’s nights Jaskier gets, he wants to catch as much of the view as he can.

And besides, he doesn’t have to wait long until his jacket folds over his frame from behind. 

He leans back into a broad chest, and an arm winds about his waist, Geralt’s breath hot against the shell of his ear as he hooks his chin over his partner’s shoulder. 

They fit like puzzle pieces, even after all these years - perhaps even better, the rough edges where their shapes meet worn smooth like river rocks over time.

“How many years has it been now, love?”

“Three hundred and forty-eight.” The answer is immediate, if muted by the collar of Jaskier’s coat.

Agreement of what moment constitutes midnight spreads in the distance, tentative at first but finding confidence in numbers. Within seconds, their little community is set alight with temporal blooms of red and blue and green, glimmering sparks of white, waves of colour.

“Is it still worth it, would you say?”

“Hmm.” 

Jaskier doesn’t have to turn to see that sweet half-smile on his Witcher’s lips to know it’s there, but he does anyway, every time.

“I suppose I could go for one more.”

(A/N soppiness under the cut)

I’m going to try to keep it short but I just wanted to say thank you. This has been a rough year for everyone for many reasons, and there’s no need to go into details.

I’ve had absolutely no expectation or intention to ever start writing again, and it’s still a stressful and frustrating experience most of the time, but what’s been even more unexpected has been the support and validation I’ve received for it. I’ve just never been part of a community like this. I’ve never been treated with such kindness or respect just for being around and it’s honestly overwhelming.

So anyway, to those of you who’ve made me feel so welcome, and those who’ve spent their time providing the excellent work and content that’s kept my mind from completely caving in on itself this year, like - @valdomarx @elliestormfound @julek @persony-pepper @spielzeugkaiser  @missingrache @muslimyennefer @racheld93 @girl-in-red-crossing @lesdemonium @ahh-fxck @jaskierswolf @tartanchesterfield @bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher @veritasrose @process-pending @dhwty-writes @hobbart-art @mosaicscale @eskelent @theamazingbard @fakemit @inber @melti-ng @blooodymoon @my-citrus-pocket @the-third-bard @rebrandedbard @geraskier-trashh @remindmeofthe and another whole heap of you

Just. Thanks. Really, guys.

#idkidkidk #geraskier

[elliestormfound]

Prompt: Jaskier turns out (surprise) to be a lying liar who was never nobility in the first place. He is a commoner with big dreams who conned his way into Oxenfurt. Geralt finds out.

thank you @ahh-fxck for this! I had to think about it for a while and when I sat down to write, I wrote something else than I had planned... I did not have any interesting idea how Jaskier would have conned his way into Oxenfurt, so I concentrated on the “conflict” this sparked between him and Geralt I hope you’ll like it.

read on ao3

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“First you don’t tell me for two years that you are a fucking viscount,” Geralt said, looking at his bard.

Before he can continue, Jaskier throws in, “I did tell you, you just weren’t listening. I introduced myself as Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhove at least three times in your presence during those two years.”

Geralt snorted but had to admit that he had been less than attentive to the bard in their first years of travel. Paying too close attention to the colorful and expressive man had made him feel...weird*, so he had tried not to. 

After a moment he continued, “and now, after ten years, you tell me you aren’t a real viscount?”

“Technically,” the bard replied, “I did not tell you, you found that out for yourself.”

Geralt rolled his eyes. He would have found out sooner if he had bothered to look. In his line of work knowing how to handle a sword was not the only useful skill. Doing research, analyzing evidence, finding clues and drawing the right conclusions were just as essential. 

Geralt and Jaskier were in Oxenfurt. Geralt had been hired by the university to rid them of a vampire problem in the catacombs under the library. Two librarians and three scholars had been found dead and bloodless. And because it began to negatively affect the amount of donations and tuition fees they received, they begrudgingly hired Geralt of Rivia for a considerable reward - thanks to Jaskier’s bargaining skills.

The vampire in question was not just some bruxa, but probably a higher vampire that had in his human life attended the university. Geralt had tried to find out as much as possible about them, looking through old dusty ledgers with student records, application letters, letters of recommendations and everything else the archivists of the university had kept. 

And on a whim he had looked for Jaskier’s file. Initially he just wanted to find something to tease him with, a failed exam or bad grades. But that was not what he found. In fact Jaskier had been a model student, never failing a test, always at the top of the class. But the letter of recommendation had been off. Geralt had not recognised the seal or name of Jaskier’s false father, even though he had a good memory and through his travels knew most of the nobility of the northern kingdoms of the last century. A bit of digging later he had uncovered that Lukas Alfred Pankratz - Jaskier’s supposed noble father, was just a clever construct of the bard’s mind. He had not been born into wealth, but had been a farmer’s son who got into his stubborn head that he would not become a farmer himself, but would attend the famous Oxenfurt university and become a renowned scholar. He had always been too clever for his own good, so one let to another and to even Jaskier’s own disbelief, the forged letter of recommendation of a false viscount allowed him his dream. And no one had ever questioned it later on. He had worked incredibly hard, not just for the classes and tests, but in addition to that he had to take on every odd job he could find in Oxenfurt to cover his living expenses and the yearly tuition fees. 

“Are you angry with me?” Jaskier asked, looking down at his boots, hands fumbling with one of his rings. 

“Why would I be angry?” the witcher replied.

“Because I lied to you, “Jaskier said quietly. 

“You lie all the time,” Geralt said with a short laugh. Jaskier huffed indignantly and as Geralt looked at him he also saw hurt in his eyes. 

So the witcher continued more seriously, “but only about unimportant things. Never about the important ones.” 

“And it’s not important who I am?” the bard asked, voice barely audible.

“I know who you are,” the witcher replied with a solemn voice, “viscount or not.”

Jaskier looked up at him with a quizzical look and Geralt continued, “you are a talented bard, an infamous breaker of hearts and warmer of beds, you are a nuisance and a pain in my ass, but most of all, you are a loyal friend.”

*horny

#ask #ahh-fxck​ #the witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier #Oxenfurt #witcher drabble #EllieStormfound #I love these two idiots #geraskier #ahh-fxck

[reinvent-and-believe]

Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

My darling @witchertrashbag tagged me in this a few weeks ago, and I really meant to do it before today, but here we are! It’s been a strange and terrible year for sure, but fandom has been a constant source of comfort and support. It’s been a good year for me in terms of creation! I got back into fic writing after years out of it, I taught myself Photoshop and how to make some rudimentary edits and gifs, and I started a website/blog where I’m writing essays about queerness in fantasy media (I haven’t talked about that on here yet, but more on this soon)!

So without further ado, here are the 5 fannish things I’m proudest of from 2020:

5. My Richard Siken Witcher gifsets (Jaskier, Renfri, and Geralt). Listen, I don’t care if it makes me basic, Siken makes me feel like I’ve been punched in the gut constantly, and so does The Witcher, so it works. I like these :)

4. another taste of heavenly rush - I’ve said it before but I think this is the most fun I’ve ever had writing a fic. This was the first time I really felt comfortable both with writing Jaskier’s POV and writing smut. It makes me smile.

3. oh, your love is sunlight - I just really love writing Geralt. I love him piecing together that Jaskier’s in love with him. I love the joy in this piece.

2. My set of moodboards for The Amazing Devil songs! I did one for each song on The Horror and the Wild and half of the songs on Love Run. These were lots of fun, and I learned a lot through the process of making them!

1. you try so loud to love me (i cannot seem to hear) - This is the fic that got me back into fandom. I fell back in love with language while writing this fic.

Thank you all so much for being here with me and helping me through this year. Even when everything else sucked, I’ve had such an incredible time making such wonderful friends in this fandom. I’m going to tag a few of you if you’d like to talk about your favorite works, but anyone else who sees this and wants to feel free! I can’t even begin to tell you how much I love you all 💜💜💜

@norationalthoughtrequired @yoursummerfrost @major-trouble @witcher-and-his-bard @dandelionslute @ahh-fxck @jaskier-wearing-dresses @wanderlust-t

[witcher-and-his-bard-archive]

I'm gonna post this separate from the original post because it was getting loooong, but thank you so much to all the lovely people who tagged me <3

(@stinastar @elliestormfound @dhwty-writes @chiosblog @lokibus @gilbert-von-kneecap ) thanks, lovelies 🥰

Tag 5 or more people that you are thankful were in your 2020, that you’re thankful exists in a world that’s hard to live in. Whether that be through random reblogs on your posts, or people you have had full blown conversations with. Whether it’s just seeing them on your dash, or interacting with them.

Please Spread this love. 2020 has been hard for so SO many of us.

It's been a goddamn hell of a year and all we can hope for is a better year next year. On a personal and national/global level, it's been tough to get through some days and I don't know what I would have done without the people in my ilfe.

I'm tagging: @australis290 @contemplativepancakes @dhwty-writes @valdomarx @perplexingstatic @stinastar @elliestormfound @ahh-fxck @petrificustotaluss @frostedbasilisk @in-love-with-writing002 @writinglizards @lovelyeskel @purplesauris @exrayspex @thevalesofanduin

Thank you guys for all being amazing this year and helping me through it, even if it's just sharing headcanons or chatting about yarn crafts. And a special thanks to everyone who was around today because Christmas is always extra rough and you guys made it good <3

#god I'm so sorry if I forgot people #I have met so many lovely people this year #and talked to more than I can even count #thank you guys for making it bearable #ilu #rex rambles #tag games #lovely people

[ahh-fxck]

Two chapters down, 12 to go! I’ve been giving a light polish to the old chapters of Warrior’s Blues. I’m a more experienced writer now, I’m more broadly read, and there’s honestly been a few formatting and grammatical errors that no one else probably notices but they’ve been niggling at me for years. No more! It’s been quite satisfying to go back and give everything a dust-off.

#warriors blues #ahh-fxck's writing thoughts

[dadralt]

Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day!

so i wanted to thank all the incredible witcher fic writers i had the pleasure to read this year. you have made me feel things, made me cry or laugh (or both), made me horny sometimes too :D as a writer myself i know how hard it can be to write and to put yourself out there but y’all did it! each and every one of you is incredible and so talented and know i enjoyed reading or re-reading one (or more) of your works. long or short, doesn’t matter, it brought me joy somehow. and if you changed fandoms that’s ok, and if you don’t write anymore that’s ok too. just know your witcher fics provided me all the best feelings one can feel ❤

(in no particular order)

@limerental @sargassostories @wanderlust-t @witch-and-her-witcher @fireflyxrebel-writes @heytheredeann @theowlseye @ladyyennefer @fanfaresandflowers @finnicks @arse-blathanna @whatifimacrowdeddesert @ladyofrosefire @cheeseydare @ahh-fxck @ooksaidthelibrarian @heartoferebor @152glasslippers @americaswritings

#<3 <3 <3 #may your imagination run wild and your writing go easy! #txt #sorry if i forgot someone i'm the worst at these things!!!!!

[jaskierswolf]

25. Wrapping arms around them when they make breakfast <3 Any pairing, I love all the ones in your tags

This was soft!! I hope you like it! _________

Jaskier woke up to the smell of bacon  and coffee. He blinked and looked around, disorientated by his surrounding.

This was not his bed.

“What the…” He muttered as he looked around. He saw his own face peering back at him from a couple of the picture frames. There were photos of him, Roach, Yennefer and Geralt’s misfit family all over the room.

Geralt.

He was in Geralt’s room, in Geralt’s bed. The memories came flooding back to him. The date to the zoo, takeaway back at Geralt’s apartment, Netflix and snuggling on the sofa. Oh and the kissing. The soft lazy kind that you had when you knew you had forever to enjoy yourself. God he hoped he had forever with Geralt. He’d been pining after his best friend for years. He’d thought Geralt had been joking at first when he’d suggested going to a zoo on a date. Jaskier had asked whether he meant as a ‘date date’ three times before he’d actually believed it, and even then he hadn’t been sure whether he’d been dreaming.

Perhaps he still was but oh lord did the smells from the kitchen feel real. Plus he was pretty sure that if it had been a dream then the night would have ended in some phenomenal sex. As it was Jaskier had pretty much fallen asleep in Geralt’s arms whilst watching Netflix and Geralt had carried him off to bed. The chivalrous fool had tried to sleep on the sofa only but half-asleep Jaskier had been particularly cuddly and pulled Geralt into the bed with him. He was a cuddler at night. He always had been. When they went on holiday together they’d often shared hotel rooms so thankfully Geralt was used to Jaskier’s koala behaviour.

Last night had been different though.

Last night Geralt had kissed his hair as he’d pulled Jaskier to his chest. Jaskier had returned the gesture by kissing Geralt’s chest. After that it all went a bit fuzzy. He was ninety percent sure that he’d told Geralt he loved him as he was falling asleep. Hopefully Geralt would take it as tired ramblings.

God he hoped he’d hadn’t fucked it up already. He’d always given his heart away too fast and Geralt had been no exception.

He groaned and pulled the sheets around his shoulders as he padded out to the kitchen. Geralt was standing over the stove looking absolutely radiant as always. His long hair was already pulled up into a messy bun. He wasn’t wearing a shirt but he had put on a pair of sweatpants, much to Jaskier’s disappointment.

“Coffee’s in the pot.” Geralt waved to the steaming cafetière on the counter with a spatula.

Jaskier hummed happily. Geralt had made the fancy kind! God he really did love him. He ignored the coffee pot to shuffle over to Geralt instead. He wrapped his arms around Geralt’s waist and buried his face between Geralt’s shoulders, pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck. “Morning.”

Geralt chuckled and covered one of Jaskier’s hands with his as he flipped a pancake. Jaskier peered over Geralt’s shoulder. They were the fluffy kind of pancake, his favourite! That explained the bacon smell. Bacon pancakes.

“Morning, Jask.” Geralt murmured.

“Love you.” Jaskier sighed as he rested he head on Geralt’s shoulder, placing a quick kiss on the bare skin. “and I don’t expect you to say it back.” He added quickly. “Just thought you should know.”

Geralt laughed again. He turned the heat off on the hob and then spun round to face Jaskier. Their faces were so close that Jaskier’s sleep addled brain couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to Geralt’s lips. They were just so kissable. Geralt cupped Jaskier’s cheek in his hand. “I already told you that I love you too.”

Well that woke him up. He blinked and narrowed his eyes at Geralt. “No?”

“Mhmm.”

“Nah.” Jaskier groaned and buried his face in Geralt’s shoulder. “No I would remember that. You sure this isn’t a dream?”

Geralt sighed. “Not a dream. I told you Yen threatened to kill me if I didn’t stop moping about and ask you on a date.”

Jaskier laughed. He remembered that. “You never could say no to her.”

Geralt kissed his head. “Worked out alright.”

“Hmm.” Jaskier agreed. It had worked out splendidly indeed.

#the witcher #geraskier #fluff #modern au #geralt of rivia #jaskier pankratz #wolfie's witcher writing #ahh-fxck

[knifewieldingenby]

Prompt: "I can't get it out of your eye if you keep moving, hold still!"

“I can’t get it out of your eye if you keep moving. Hold still!”

Jaskier grabbed Geralt’s head and held it firmly in position, waiting for the man to start flailing again. When he remained still, eyes pleading, Jaskier tipped his head, spread Gerlt’s bad eye gently with his fingers, and brought the tweezers forward.

“If you stab me in the eye-” Geralt grunted, but Jaskier could hear just a hint of genuine fear in that gruff voice. It was the same tone he got when Jaskier had gone with him to get a cavity filled. You really don’t need to come with me, I’m a grown man, he’d said, but he’d grumbled and held Jaskier’s hand the entire time, squeezing hard when he got his novocaine injection. Geralt didn’t like to feel trapped and vulnerable.

Knowing this, Jaskier made quick work of spotting and extracting the offending object from Geralt’s eye. His poor eye looked red and angry. 

“Got it!” Jaskier wielded the tweezers in the air like a weapon.

“Fuck,” Geralt groaned. He blinked several times and flinched. “Still hurts.”

“Cornea scratches, my dear. Let’s get you to an urgent care, they’ll numb it up for you.”

“What the fuck even was it?”

“Cat litter,” Jaskier said with certainty as he helped Geralt off the floor.

Geralt glared across the room at the dark brown mass of fur currently bathing in the evening sun. “Damn you, Roach.” 

#this is #so stupid #it's not even a fully formed thought #and mostly based on personal experience #getting cat litter in your eyes is HELL my friends #geraskier #my writing #thanks for sending a prompt! #ahh-fxck

[dhwty-writes]

I did a happy new year post already, but I am now fully awake and would like to do one of those thank you posts that are going around atm. This gets a bit sappy but I don’t care

Let me tell you guys, the last twelve months have been a wild ride for me, as they have been for all of us, but there are so many things even completely unrelated to current events that I couldn’t even begin to imagine last January, including the single best thing that happened to me this year and that was joining the Witcher fandom.

I remember watching it pretty much exactly one year ago and going ‘nice show, not gonna get invested tho’. Yeah, I’m a fool and I know it. Honestly, I’m not even sure how I managed until May when I stumbled into this fandom and just fell head-first down that rabbit hole, but let me tell you, I’m so glad I did. I’ve been around fandom spaces for quite some time now, but I’ve never been in such an open, welcoming community that is so generous with their support for their creators. I’ve never managed to actually talk to fandom people for a longer time, but here it’s so easy.

And so much fun! I love talking to other writers and artists, I love how everyone is encouraging to get people writing (and boi did it get me writing, over 210k words since august, guys) I love seeing all the collabs and fandom events that are happening all over the place. Yeah, I just love this fandom and I am so glad that I found a place here. It genuinely makes me happy

So, here’s a list of some of my favourite people/blogs/creators in this fandom in no particular order: @valdomarx, @witcher-and-his-bard, @elliestormfound, @thecomfortofoldstorries, @flowercrown-bard, @persony-pepper, @spielzeugkaiser, @rawrkinjd, @chiosblog, @jaskierswolf, @abluescarfonwaston, @stonecoldsilly, @contemplativepancakes, @ahh-fxck, @geraskier-trashh, @petrificustotaluss, @frostedbasilisk, @in-love-with-writing002, @lovelyeskel, @writinglizards, @thevalesofanduin, @purplesauris, @a-kind-of-merry-war

#the witcher fandom #lovely people who i am so glad i met #happy new year everyone! #fabi's foolishness

[drowningbydegrees]

Last Sentence WIP

Rules: post the last line you wrote (from any WIP) and tag the same number of people as there are words.  

I was tagged by @writinglizards <3 Thank you!!

This is from a one-shot I will probably finish after I do my Reverse Bang fics. <3

He cards his fingers through Jaskier’s damp hair and carefully does not freeze at the weary whisper against his collarbone. “I’m still here.” 

Tagging: @goodheavensgwen @justjessiehere @valdomarx @acemoppet @ahh-fxck @stars-a-n-d-scars @mikkeneko @major-koalatea @lovelyrita1967 @yeetthenoodles @teamfreehoodies @itsmajel @witchofmorena and honestly I’m having a really hard time picking people, so if you see this and write things, consider yourself tagged. Like genuinely. Not in a "trying to make people not feel bad if I didn’t tag them” way. I very much love getting to see snippets of other people’s work. <3

#things I'm tagged in #fic snippet