#drugged jaskier

[beth--b]

Not all monsters have claws

For @sicktember prompts 17. Fainting + 18. Nausea/upset stomach

The room was spinning.

Why was it spinning?

How did he get here?

Where was here?

He couldn’t remember…much of anything really.

He had been performing, he knew that much.

Geralt…he needed to get Geralt. He’d be able to fix things.

“Geralt,” he moaned, falling to his knees. The pain he felt as he hit the ground was distant, almost like it was happening to someone else. He felt wrong. This was all wrong.

He was vaguely aware of falling forward as his vision greyed out and he knew no more.

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Jaskier had been performing while Geralt was off on a hunt. There had been several deaths, both young men and women, and the alderman had paid half the fee up front. Unsure what the monster was, they had rented a room and Jaskier had arranged to play for the evening while Geralt was out gathering intel.

The crowd had warmed to him quickly as he played a few popular, but rather lewd songs. As the night wore on they were stomping their feet and clapping along.

He eventually took a break, happily taking the ale that one of the patron’s had offered him. It wasn’t unusual after all to be offered a drink or two when he took a break or wrapped up for the evening if the crowd was amicable.

He was half way through the drink when things started to go wrong.

At first he just thought it was a little warm. He had spent the last hour or so dancing around the room while singing his heart out after all. Nothing unusual there to feel a little hot and sweaty. But the longer he sat at the bar the warmer he felt.

Someone came up to him to praise his performance, at least that’s what he thought they were saying. He wasn’t really sure anymore, the room was too hot, too bright and his stomach was churning. Everything was swaying but he wasn’t dancing anymore was he?

Only half aware of what he was doing he stood and pushed himself away from the bar, the person who had been talking to him seemingly decided he wasn’t worth the effort and left him be while he stumbled out of the room.

He needed air.

He couldn’t breathe.

He felt sick.

Somehow he found himself outside, unaware that he was being followed.

He fell to his knees as the world spun around him, eventually collapsing forward to the ground.

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Geralt was heading back into town, frustrated but not surprised that there was no sign of any monster. There was something about the deaths that made him uncertain that the monster was the kind that a Witcher would hunt. The victims had all been young, they were both male and female but shared a common trait of having dark hair. Geralt had hoped it was a particularly picky vampire or the like but there was no sign of anything untoward outside of the town. He was becoming more convinced that the killer was human but he had no proof.

He had just settled Roach back in the stables and was walking around to the entrance of the tavern Jaskier had been playing at when he saw the bard in question stumble out into the street and collapse.

“Fuck,” he growled, taking off at a run to the fallen bard.

Another figure came up behind Jaskier, Geralt thought for a brief moment they were going to help the younger man until he saw the rope.

Geralt tackled the stranger, throwing his full weight into the person and pinning them to the ground.

“Who are you?”

“Ah sir witcher, I was just trying to he-”

“Don’t bother lying. I can smell the deceit on you. The blood, and the rot.”

Geralt stood up, dragging the stranger with him. The commotion had drawn someone out of the tavern and Geralt looked at the old man who was standing in the doorway.

“Have someone fetch the alderman,” Geralt turned back to the person he had restrained before him and used the rope that the stranger had dropped in their scuffle to tie him up. More people had come outside and Geralt pushed the man towards them growling at them to keep him there until the alderman showed up.

Finally able to focus on the bard he turned back to Jaskier and gently turned him over. Jaskier had some grazes on his face from where he had fallen and would surely have some impressive bruising within the next few hours, but otherwise seemed relatively unharmed. He lifted the younger man into his arms and carried him back up to their room, setting him down on the bed so he could look him over.

He added some wood to the small fire that was burning in the hearth and removed his gloves.

The bard had obviously been drugged. At a guess it was just something to knock him out for a few hours, make him more compliant for the bastard who was attacking and killing people in the town and making it seem like a monster was on the loose.

Geralt did what he could to make Jaskier comfortable, he removed his boots, cleaned his face of blood and then lay a cloth on his heated brow.

Satisfied that there was nothing left to do but wait for the bard to wake up, Geralt settled in on the floor beside the bed.

Other than the innkeeper coming to let him know that the man he had caught was being taken to the town’s holding cell they were undisturbed for several hours.

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When Jaskier woke up the first thing he became aware of was that he was on a bed. Since the last thing he remembered before that was stumbling out of the tavern and feeling like he was on fire it was a welcome change.

At least it was until he realised that he didn’t know which bed he was in and there was a possibly murderous monster on the loose. Feeling himself start to panic he struggled to open his heavy eyelids to confirm where he actually was only to have someone grab his hand. The hand holding his was immediately familiar and he felt himself relax.

Geralt was here.

He must be in their room in the inn.

He was alright.

He hadn’t been caught by a monster.

The hand holding onto his squeezed a little tighter and Jaskier finally managed to open his eyes, wincing at the light in the room, low though it was.

“Ger’lt?”

“Jaskier, how are you feeling?”

“Hmm…been better,” he cleared his throat and a moment later Geralt was helping him to sit up and sip from one of their water skins. “What happened?”

“You were drugged by the killer.”

“Drugged by the what?”

“The killer was human, not a monster after all.”

“Fuck. Well then, thank you for saving me?” he offered, though he wasn’t sure at what point Geralt had actually arrived.

“What do you remember?”

“Well I was performing and then I went to the bar and was offered a drink. Then I just remember feeling far too hot and ill and needing to get some air.”

Geralt nodded as if this confirmed a theory he had. Jaskier was flagging again and leaning heavily into the witcher who was still helping support him on the bed.

“Get some more sleep Jaskier.”

“Stay?” Jaskier asked, shuffling over as much as he could on the bed, eyelids drooping.

Geralt wordlessly took the invitation, laying beside the bard and opening his arms so Jaskier could curl into his chest. The witcher dropped a soft kiss to the brunette locks and Jaskier relaxed into sleep.

Satisfied that Jaskier would be alright, albeit a little bruised and weak for a few days, Geralt closed his own eyes and finally let himself relax

#geralt x jaskier #jaskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier whump #hurt jaskier #protective geralt #sicktember 2022 #Sicktember #drugged jaskier #monster of the week #the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #fanfiction

[hannibard]

I found the most perfect geraskier porn au fanfiction with the most delicious jaskier whump from 2020 that I somehow missed till now and when I clicked on the author, wanting to check their other fics, it was an orphan acount

#life is pain #it gave major angel dust from hazbin hotel vibes #especially his song poison (which inspired me to write my current multichapter fic in the first place lol #y'know when you find everything you need in a fic and the author has gone awol? #yeah #text #meme #crispy talks #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #witcher #modern au #jaskier whump is like a drug to me #i can never get enough #crispy

[thequeeninyellowlace]

^^^Jaskier.

Two days later, Lambert shows Geralt this video, cackling hysterically.

Geralt threatens the Panera staff within an inch of their lives if they keep selling Jaskier charged lemonades.

Jaskier doesn’t understand why the lovely people at Panera are suddenly clearly scared of him. He finally gets cajoles them into telling him what’s going on.

He shouts at Geralt for ten solid minutes. Geralt is unmoved.

When Jaskier winds down, Geralt only says one thing. “If you drink those, you’re gonna have a heart attack and die, and that will kill me.”

Jaskier is silenced at that. Then he hugs Geralt for ten minutes.

He still pouts at the loss of his Crack Lemonade.

#drugs are bad #the witcher #jaskier #geralt

[0dde11eth]

Jaskier coming out of the dentist office sobbing hysterically. Two nurses are helping him walk to geralt.

Jaskiers eyes are glassy from the nitrous oxide and his breath still reeks of it. The bard is still under the drugs effects and he is not fully coherent. But he is so distressed it makes geralts heart ache

Geralt storming up to them in rage and anger. "WHATS WRONG? What happened!?"

his eyes are stormy and he's ready to kill anyone who hurt his bard. This was supposed to be a simple procedure!

Jaskier grasping his arms desperately and sobbing "they said I can't suck dick anymore!"

One of the nurses rolls his eyes. "Just until the filling for the cavity is set. Just 24 hours"

#my nonsense #jaskier #geralt #geraskier #lil fics #oddelleths fics

[thedemonofcat]

As sad it was, it had not become uncommon for Jaskier to have drugs slip into his drinks at taverns. Which usually ends up with him waking up naked in some stranger's bed.

Once, a fellow made the mistake of slipping something into Jaskier's drink when Geralt was around.

Geralt ends up taking Jaskier back up to their bedroom to sleep off the drugs. While Jaskier slept, Geralt stayed awake and kept guard to ensure no one tried anything with Jaskier.

When Jaskier woke up, he was confused by the fact that Geralt just sat beside the bed. Since, for Jaskier, every person he’s met has wanted him for sex, with or without Jaskier's consent

#the witcher netflix #geralt of rivia #joey batey #the witcher #jaskier the witcher #henry cavill #the witcher jaskier #geralt x jaskier #geraskier #fic ideas #jaskier #gerskier #cirilla fiona elen riannon #freya allan #headcanon #yennefer of vengerberg #anya cholatra #the witcher season 3 #anya chalotra #the witcher season three #witcher yennefer

[daddyy333]

Geralt of Rivia Fluff

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 2.6k

warnings: reader is injured at the beginning, reader is wounded, reader gets stitches (I think), clingy geralt, ?

summary: Never in your wildest dreams did you think Geralt of Rivia would turn out to be the clingiest boyfriend you’d ever had

When you first started your relationship with Geralt- actually, scratch that. When you first met Geralt you thought he was the furthest thing from clingy. He barely even spoke, much less touched you or even looked in your direction really.

After he fell out with Yennefer, he met you. He was planning to just stay in this small village for a few days and rest, knowing he had to keep moving so no one would find him and Ciri. That was until he stumbled upon you.

He found you running from some odd and probably hungry monster, looking to feed…on you. Possibly one of the most gorgeous women he’s ever seen. You looked quite out of place, your light pastel purple skirt gradually getting covered in dirt as you tried to escape the creature.

You yelped as you tripped over a branch, sobs racking your body as you fell face first into the dirt. You groaned, cursing frantically through sobs, trying to crawl away from the creature.

“fu- FUCK!” You said as the creature drug his claw across your thigh. You cried out, whimpering as you finally accepted your fate. Suddenly, right when you feel it’s stinky, hot breath on you it disappears just as fast.

You couldn’t see what was happening, back facing upwards and your face still buried in the ground. You felt a man’s hands on your waist and you screamed, curling tighter even though it caused more pain to pulse in your thigh.

“Miss, I’m the one who just saved your life. I’m…a Witcher. Even if you hate me right now, I’d like to help you if that’s alright?” He said as he walked in front of you bending down so you could see him. You whimpered as you said “p-please don’t hurt m-me”

“I’m not going to. I just need you to cooperate and I promise you’ll be just fine in a little while” he said and you nodded. He scooped you up and plopped you on his horse, making you cry out in pain.

“Can you…mmm- b-be gentle?” You asked and he sighed. He mumbled an apology and started leading Roach back to his lodgings that he found sufficient for a few days.

You had passed out then, and he realized that his poor excuse for a tourniquet failed. “Shit,” he said and laid you on his bed, pulling your skirt off to help him treat you better.

“Oh gods, what the hell is this?” Ciri asked and Geralt sighed. He poured a disinfectant on your thigh as he said “found her being chased by a monster. Did my job. Now I’m helping her” “why didn’t you just find a doctor to do it?” She asked, setting her bag of fruits down and beginning to wash them.

“Don’t have the coin for it. Why so many questions, Ciri?” He asked and she shrugged. She looked over and said “I don’t know, just…feels unusual” “she needs help. I’m providing it” he said and Ciri nodded, chuckling.

He treated you to the best of his abilities and waited for you to wake up, going out and chopping some wood to fill his time and also training with Ciri a bit. When he came back inside it was nighttime and you were still sleeping.

He knew you weren’t dead, he could hear your heartbeat faintly and you weren’t super pale anymore. He walked over and shook you lightly, trying to wake you up. “Miss?” He asked, and you still didn’t budge.

He sighed and then nearly jumped when Jaskier busted in, a little drunk admittedly. “Ohhhh Geralt!” He sang, stumbling in. Geralt sighed and stared at him, hoping Jaskier wouldn’t cause too much trouble because he needed to look after you.

You groaned softly, rubbing your eyes and coughing a few times. You tried to sit up but moving your thigh cause immense pain. “Ahh!” You groaned, trying to figure out what the hell happened.

“Hi, Miss. Are you alright?” Geralt asked and you jumped slightly. You looked around frantically and then said “w-where is my skirt?” You asked and he cleared his throat. He showed that it was on a table and said “I had to take it off to treat your wounds”

You looked down at your thigh and winced, gently touching it and moving the bandage. “Thank- th-thank you” you said, looking up at him. Jaskier walked over with a smirk on his face and said “and who are you-” “Jaskier,” Geralt scolded softly.

“Y/n…of Aedirn” you said and smiled a little. You noticed a look of confusion on his face and you understood why. You were in a far away village near Creyden, why? “Julian Alfred Pankratz?” You asked the brown haired gentleman and he smiled. He nodded and said “that would be me. Viscount of Lettenhove”

You nodded and looked up at the white haired Witcher, sighing. “Uhm…Rivia…Geralt?” You asked and he nodded, a small smile on his face. Ciri had came out of her room and scoffed at the interaction. “Are you blushing?” She asked and Geralt shot a stern look her way.

“You should be asleep” he said and she shook her head. “Jaskier woke me up” she mumbled and he gasped. He ran over and hugged her as he said “I deeply apologize, my little pocket sized princess. Oh, you should get your beauty sleep come on”

You chuckled a little at the interaction and Geralt bent down to your level. His gaze made butterflies swirl in your stomach. “How are you feeling?” He asked and you sighed. You look down at your leg and said “sore. And dirty” “would you like me to help you with a bath? I would leave you alone but I don’t think you’ll be able to walk properly for a while” “I appreciate it. Yes, thank you” you said and he got to work.

He ended up staying for longer just to care for you and you told him your story. Your parents turned you away because you were secretly harboring magical abilities behind their back and they had strong opinions against that. You’ve been running around all over the continent trying to figure out where’s safest but it’s been tough and technically your homeless.

But he was so infatuated with you he wasn’t really thinking when he said “travel with me. And Ciri of course, and sometimes Jaskier” You shook your head and insisted you couldn’t, you would only be a bother. He insisted instead that you come along.

He was a man of mostly few words, and kept to himself quite a bit. You spent a lot of time with Ciri. You would teach her to cook, help her control her chaos, braid her hair, and even tell her stories of your travels before you met them. The two of you almost seemed like mother and daughter at times but neither of you noticed. You just felt like best friends.

You had to admit, Geralt was a beautiful man. When you caught him shirtless once, you nearly fainted. He was just so handsome, and you wanted to kiss every scar on his body till he forgot about them.

But you thought you never stood a chance with him. You knew about what happened with Yennefer and assumed that because of that you wouldn’t be able to have any romantic relationship with him. Even if you tried, you think it would be rude because of how much happened between them. Truly you are still convinced to this day that they are soulmates, and he would drop you in a heartbeat if she came back and wanted to try again. But that’s a story for another day.

Months go by, you’ve completely healed so long ago you don’t need to burden them any longer with your presence but you feel so welcomed and safe with them. However, after about a year or so you’ve started to think that maybe it would make things easier if you went off on your own again, like it used to be.

You packed your bags and made your way to the lake where Geralt was fishing from. “Hey,” you said, walking up to him. He looked over at you and grunted in response. “I uh…I’ve been thinking and I’m gonna go out on my own again. I’ve been healed for months and I don’t need to stay and bother you any longer. Im grateful fo-”

“Stop,” he said, putting down his net. He shook his head and said “what are you talking about? You are not leaving” “Geralt…I-I was only supposed to travel with you until my leg healed and it’s been over a year. I’m okay now. The less people you have to travel with the easier, so I thought maybe I’d-”

“No. You can’t go. You can’t- do not go. Y/n, why do you say such stupid things?” He asked and you shook your head. You scoffed, shaking your head as you said “why do you care so much? I’m just some strange, homeless woman you met a year ago and just so happened to save from a really stinky monster”

“You’re- why do you think so little of yourself? Stop talking about this nonsense, I don’t want to hear it” he said and you rolled your eyes. You folded your arms and said “so what? I cant go because you say so” “Ciri needs you! I ne- mmm. Go back inside, you’re not leaving” he said and you gasped.

He looked away, obviously shy and embarrassed and you blushed instantly. Did he really mean that? “Geralt…” you said and he ignored you. You walked over in front of him but he still wouldn’t look at you.

You cupped his cheeks and said “what were you going to say?” “I- I can’t. It’s- it’s not fair to Ciri” he said and you sighed. You looked over his facial expression and let go, slowly walking away. He squeezed his eyes shut and sighed.

He decided to just say it in case he never got the chance again, even though he was scared. “I need you, y/n! Alright? There, I said it” he said and groaned as if he was annoyed. You smiled then, just slightly as you stopped walking, butterflies swirling in your belly.

“I thought you didn’t need anyone?” You said as you walked over again. He looked away, feeling so embarrassed he could run away. You almost couldn’t tell, just a small furrow between his brows aside from his usually stoic expression.

“I also said I didn’t want anyone needing me but now Ciri doesn’t get to leave my side and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I guess I lied. And I need you.” He said and you nodded, taking a deep breath. You looked over at what he had already caught and said “alright, fine”

You began to walk away and yet again he pulled you back, pushing you against a tree as he cupped your cheek with one hand and your waist with the other. He looked scared, and you were just about to tell him he didn’t have to do this but then he kissed you and your mind blanked.

He slowly and gently licked into your mouth, connecting your tongues as he caressed and squeezed your waist. You were blushing and smiling so hard as your tongues swirled together, his warm hands making the butterflies in your belly worse.

You pulled away, feeling your face was going to explode and he was only making it worse. “What?” He asked as you stared at him. You giggled and said “you’re smiling,” “no, I’m not” he said and blushed, kissing you again.

He never stopped touching you after that day. You tried to keep this new relationship from Ciri but not a week later she caught Geralt embracing you as you made breakfast. He knew you were upset at him, but he couldn’t help the grin on his face as you scolded him, knife pointing towards him with your hair in a messy bun from when you slept and your nightgown still draping over your beautiful body.

She seemed a bit confused about it, clearly distracted during lessons and keeping to herself for a while after that. You never heard the end of it considering Geralt lingered around you quite a bit and had become so talkative as he got more and more comfortable with you everyday.

Eventually she warmed up to your new relationship, especially since she was seeing it all the time everywhere every day. He couldn’t keep his hands off you to save his life. Quite literally, he almost got seriously injured trying to get you away from one of the many monsters he's fought and killed.

And now, it’s high noon and you’ve been stuck in bed underneath a giant white haired man. A little sex, and a lot of cuddling has gone on in the last 16 or so hours. You assume at least. You’ve been too busy with Geralt.

“You know, I thought when we started seeing each other romantically that we wouldn’t last because I would feel insecure due to the lack of attention you’d give me. The last thing I’d expected was this” you said, making him lift his head up.

He searched your eyes as he said “do you…not like it?” “No, no, I love it, I just- well…have you met yourself? You’re not exactly very affectionate to everyone you meet” you said and you both laughed.

“I just…love you so much” he said and you blushed. He’d told you it took him so many years to tell Yennefer he loved her and you two had only been romantically involved for a little over a year. And it’s been the best year of your life.

He trusted you so much. He chose to be vulnerable and he chose to be vulnerable with you. It was the greatest feeling ever. You’d never given him a reason not to trust you and as scary as it was he reacted directly to that fact every single day he was with you.

“I love you more. My sexy, white haired lover” you said and he blushed. You kissed him and he said “the only white haired lover you’ll ever have” “for the rest of my life” you finished, kissing all over his face.

He smiled and it made you blush. You couldn’t help it. 10 years could pass and you’d still feel so shy when you could make him smile. “As much as I do love this, I am quite hungry” you said and he sighed. He rested his head back on your chest for just a moment longer and then got up, looking around for his clothes.

You smiled, rolling onto your side and admiring his body. “Don’t look at me like that,” he said, turning around. It was a little bit of a strain but you reached over and smacked his ass, making him gasp and reach over to the other side of you, doing the same.

You squealed, calling a truce because you knew how quick he could turn this dirty and your ass was already sore from being slammed against so many things last night and also from having you in- never mind. If you keep remembering you’ll only get yourself worked up again and then you’ll never leave this bed.

“Dirty girl,” he said, leaning down and kissing you once he got his clothes on. You curled up in bed for just a little longer, smiling at the fond memories of how amazing it’s been loving Geralt for the last 2 years. Even when you weren’t together, you did everything you could think of to subtly show your love for him. You wouldn’t trade him for the world.

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Lo’ak

Neteyam

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes

CW!Bucky Barnes

Chris Evans

Steve Rogers

Ari Levinson

Geralt of Rivia

Henry Cavill

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)

#the witcher #geralt of rivia fluff #geralt of rivia #geralt x reader #geralt of rivia x y/n #geralt of rivia x you #geralt of rivia x reader #cirilla of cintra #ciri #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz

[limerental]

limerental's themed self-rec lists

read my old fics, you cowards! these are majority witcher fics, because i have an illness.

silly goofy modern au

how long we were fool'd - jaskier/yennefer(&geralt)

married neighbors yennskier, suburban dad!geralt, modern witchers, little kid ciri, aroace geralt, relationship misunderstandings, borzoi roach, supernatural mystery, some canon-typical violence, found family nonsense, and my own clairvoyance in writing yennskier husband-wife but it was spring 2020

(don't) poke the sleeping dragon - jaskier/yennefer/geralt

a retelling of bottled appetites but it's a nerdy fantasy music festival, copious drug use, yennefer's sick wizard van, unicorn edibles, golden dragon dildos, outdoor sex, geralt getting pegged and double penetrated, a dialogue only threesome, accidental yearning old friend geraskier tenderness, and someone once told me they wouldn't read this fic because yen had her tits out in the summary and i will always remember that criticism for the rest of my life

as if you were a mythical thing - yennefer/geralt

old married couple, dom/sub dynamics, sex unicorn mention, geralt is very vanilla but loves his kinky wife, and he's too autistic about horses not to ruin ponyplay with horse facts

this one might hurt

long on the road & how light carries on - geralt/jaskier (eventual geralt/regis in the sequel, plus many platonic relationships)

the 80s trucker/hitchhiker au that got away from me, vietnam vet trucker geralt, aging hippie musician jaskier, AIDS crisis, terminal illnesses, dealing with mortality, falling in love, road tripping, copious american geography, period-typical queer community issues, and then... life after loss, aging, grief and mourning, queer and traumatized family dynamics both found and otherwise, finding love again, and watching the sun set on a life well lived

in dark and twisted braids - fringilla &/ yennefer

aretuza school days slumber parties, girlhood crushes, pining, unrequited love, i shook a sorceress and intergenerational trauma fell out, the inherent adolescent horror of making lasting decisions about your future when you are barely 18 but even worse because there's war and violence and permanent alterations to your body and forced sterilization and your little schoolgirl crush on someone you thought was a friend ends in betrayal and bloodshed and you end up on opposite sides of the war and she never even looked your way or thought about you and--

then send down the storm - aiden/lambert, lambert/geralt(/yennefer)

witcher roadtripping, just guys being dudes, horse stuff, winter at kaer morhen polyamory but different, ~trauma~, the mortifying ordeal of accepting you deserve more from life and also of being known, but it's too late (or is it?), grief and mourning and loss and love that was worth its loss, and also, the character death(s) are largely temporary.

aw that just ain't right :/

the witch in her tower - eskel/yennefer(/geralt)

dark fic, fairytale elements, hurt no comfort (mind the tags), morally dubious heartbroken yennefer, pining and years of yearning for geralt eskel, unrequited love, non-consensual mind control during sex, flashbacks to messed up witcher child abuse and violence and cruelty, the inherent horror of mutated and manipulated little boys becoming men who think they can't or shouldn't love paralleled with the inherent horror of enchanted and manipulated little girls becoming women who-- you get it.

the flesh calmly going cold - geralt/jaskier

this one's gross for real, a hunt gone wrong, hurt NO comfort, major character death and it's gross and tragic, gore, necrophilia, organs lovingly described (and jizzed on), basically it's just like that scene in twn where filavandrel exploded but if francesca humped his goo after. sorry.

blood of the covenant (water of the womb) - geralt/&renfri, geralt/stregobor

supernatural pregnancy body horror as revenge, ......pregobor, black sun princess trauma and curses, apocalyptic monster fetus imagery, it's about women and violence against women and evil men suffering for inflicting that violence mostly, and also the evils of standing by and watching evil happen. also, yes stregobor is magical yucky bella swan pregnant and then bad stuff happens to everybody.

#my fic #self-rec #witcher fic #themed rec lists yay! #the last three have dead dove themes technically but not like. idk i've changed my mind on what constitutes dead dove in this fandom #basically there's gore and body horror and some non-con in the last few #the tone difference from the first to the last is SO funny

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes.

The Witcher

The Tale of Jaskier's Grudge Against Historians (and how they gave him his happy ending anyway) by notebooksandlaptops

[Text Sent From Ciri] Is there a reason why a love letter to Yen and Geralt is in the British Museum signed from you?? -C [Text Sent to Ciri] Because Historians are nosey pricks. Do NOT tell your parents. -J [Text Sent From Ciri] ;) – C The winking face of a semicolon and a bracket stared up at him, composed of unforgiving pixels. She wouldn’t, would she? No. No. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. She wouldn’t. -///- Or, an exploration of the reason (immortal) Jaskier hates historians (hint: it's because they keep stealing his shit and putting it on display)

To Sleep Perchance To by sospes

Jaskier gets kidnapped and tortured. Geralt comes to rescue him.

Except it's not quite that simple.

Stranger Things

What a Way to Make a Living by Silvercyclops_Shit

“Dustin? Are you home?” Oh god, why wasn’t he home yet? Just as the panic set in, a car pulled in and a short kid jumped out. Steve’s body sagged in relief before he strode to the door and pulled it open. “DUSTIN HARRINGTON!” “Oh shit!”

sub-culture by palmviolet

“Is he whining about Eddie being mean to him again?” Robin is leaning in the doorway, eating a leftover slice that’s probably cold by now. “You talk about him more than you talk about girls, Steve, it’s getting concerning. Anyone would think you had a crush.” or, steve is pretty convinced eddie now hates him. turns out eddie has the opposite problem.

Original Works

so take those lyrics serious (and sing your life away) by PotatoLady

603 is, in the eyes of the law, less than human. Born out of a tube and trained as a soldier, he's fought hard for his freedom; but even the vastness of space with all its stars can become lonely for someone with no place in any world.

Caius is a slave. Disfigured and no longer fit for brothel work, he's unsure what to expect of the half-human creature that, for some strange reason, has bought him. Still, it's nice to not be the only one with scars for once.

By His Merciful Hand by TremblyBird

An omega mage is suffering in the middle of battle, but it isn’t sickness or heat. He doesn’t know what this is at all. He just feels hollow and panicky. So he pulls himself from the conflict to hide away in a ruin, biding his time to calm down. But it only gets worse. He’s shaky and weak, he doesn’t understand why, and it isn’t stopping. And then the alpha commander of the enemy militia finds him. It should spell doom for him, but the other man is suddenly more empathetic than he’s ever seen him. The alpha seems to understand what’s happening to the omega in a way he hasn’t been able to comprehend himself.

He’s starved for kindness, and he’s finally breaking from the lack of it. Merciful to the sight, the enemy commander takes pity and works to soothe the aching omega.

Resigned and Receive by TremblyBird

An exhausted, touch-starved target runs into the arms of his would-be captor—desperate for touch, warmth, and comfort—and he’s hopeless to find it anywhere else. Luckily for him, the man is more than willing to fulfill those needs. Tonight, he’ll be touched and gently handled until he finally feels comfortable and safe enough to indulge his most intimate desires.

DC (Batfamily)

If I Asked (Would I Receive?) by Miss_Lazy_Tuesday

Tim gets dosed with a knock-off truth serum that lowers his inhibitions and he ends up admitting a few distressing things to his brothers. It’s just plotless emotional hurt/comfort, heavy on the snuggles.

Love Is Violence by Miss_Lazy_Tuesday

Tim gets drugged at a gala and Jason has No Chill. Negative Chill, in fact. Approaching Absolute Zero Chill.

Hey, Brother, There's an Endless Road to Rediscover by TheSilencer

"Someone needs to go with him." Diana said. "She's a goddess of family. Her blessing will come from the strength of his familial ties." All the more reason I should go. Damian thought. Bruce and Dick shared a long look. Perhaps to the others in the room, it was a fast, indecipherable look, but Damian caught the pull of Dick's mouth and the tightness to his father's jaw. However, it was Bruce that said "Red Hood and Red Robin." Damian's eyes widened. Grayson was as good as dead. (Or the one where Dick's brothers manage to royally piss off an ancient deity that sends them careening through memories he'd rather they didn't see.)

#it's been like FIVE WEEKS since i posted one of these #i've been in grad school hell sorry guys #here's a longer one to make up for that #hopefully i can post the next one on time!! i've got so many amazing fics in my marked for later #so i'm sure i'll have lots to add #my posts #fic recs #weekly fic round up #witcher recs #original recs #stranger things recs #dc recs #you can tell i've been Going Through It by how many angsty fics i have on here yikes

[bambirex]

Hello.Good morning.I'm Ao3 user Jacobflower who commented on your work yesterday.It's the first time in my life that I've used Tumblr and made a request to an author, so please excuse any clumsiness on my part.The request idea is: In Whicher's universe, Jaskier and Geralt are in a town and it's Jaskier's birthday. Geralt spends the whole day looking for a good present but finding nothing, at the end of the day Jaskier admits that the best present is the presence of the witcher. I think the cute genre would fit well and humor.

Thank you for your attention and sorry for anything, I'm lost 😩😁

Hi there! Don't worry, your request was completely coherent 💕

Warnings: one slightly sexual line towards the end

**

There was no dessert sweet enough, no perfume good enough. Not a single piece of clothing was as soft as it should have been, as colorful and as fancy as Jaskier deserved. No piece of jewelry shone bright enough for Geralt to deem it worthy for Jaskier.

No matter where he looked, he couldn't find anything that he believed would have been good enough for Jaskier. Not because Jaskier was picky; it was actually very easy to make him happy. He always appreciated the small things in life, so that was not the problem.

The problem was that Geralt believed Jaskier deserved the entire world, and he wasn't sure how to give it to him.

When Geralt has realized it was Jaskier's birthday that morning, he's been overcome with a sense of dread. He wasn't exactly proud of the very not witcher-like panic he's been feeling the whole day. Poor Jaskier must have thought he went mad, wearing a hole into the floor as he paced up and down, trying to come up with the best birthday present for his bard.

The people of the town were also horrified by a visibly distressed witcher running about, grunting under his breath as he rummaged through the market. He even went through the ridiculous and disgusting trial of cake-tasting, just to find something eligible for Jaskier. He's still felt the overly sweet taste on his tongue hours after.

The Sun has already started to descend, and Geralt still hasn't found the perfect present. Defeated, he returned to the inn him and Jaskier stayed at.

Jaskier immediately noticed his troubled state when he walked through the door. He opened his arms for his witcher, and Geralt fell into them with a heavy sigh, resting his head on Jaskier's shoulder.

"Why the long face, my dear?" Jaskier asked softly, rubbing soothing circles onto Geralt's back. Geralt groaned into the crook of his neck.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I've tried to find you the best present for your birthday. I didn't manage."

"Is that why you've been running around the whole day?" Jaskier laughed, tightening his arms around Geralt. "I nearly went to find Yennefer because I thought you were drugged on something and went crazy."

Geralt chuckled. "I figured you'd think that. I was upset."

Jaskier pulled back a bit to look up into Geralt's eyes. His expression was soft and somewhat amused, his lips curling into a gentle smile.

"There's no reason to be," Jaskier told him, making Geralt snort.

"Why? You deserve the best present. And I couldn't get you anything."

Jaskier's smile only widened as he took Geralt's hands into his own. He laced their fingers together. There was a faint, soft blush adorning his cheeks.

"Oh, Geralt," he whispered, "I already have the best present."

Seeing the confused look on Geralt's face, he laughed softly.

"You," he clarified, reaching up to cup Geralt's cheeks. "I have you, and that's more than enough for me."

Geralt suddenly wasn't sure how to answer. No one has ever told him his company was needed, let alone wanted and appreciated. He couldn't comprehend how such a wonderful soul like Jaskier would find him enough.

"I'm serious," Jaskier assured him, probably seeing his bewilderment. "Nothing could ever compare to having you here, with me."

He leaned up and kissed Geralt on the lips so sweetly, it made Geralt's heart flutter. He wrapped his arms around Jaskier's waist and pulled him closer.

"Well, happy birthday, then," he chuckled awkwardly, kissing the tip of Jaskier's nose. Jaskier grinned, his eyes bright as he looked up at Geralt with so much adoration. It made Geralt almost believe his presence really was enough.

"Happy birthday to me," Jaskier repeated. His eyes suddenly lit up mischievously.

"You can still blow me as a second birthday gift, though."

Geralt rolled his eyes, but he couldn't wipe the grin off his face as he pulled Jaskier into another kiss.

#geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fic #geralt x jaskier #geraskier fanfiction #geraskier fic #my fic #request #flowerjayjay77

[inexplicifics]

inex i love burnt bean water

it is. So Very Lambert. and i love it. i think lam's become my new favourite witcher thanks to your writing...

and with regards to adhd and caffeine: it's true! at least for me, haha. it still gives me all the other effects, it's just calming instead of energizing. like people who take adderall as a recreational drug vs as an adhd med.

Thank you so much!

I am delighted to be spreading the Lambert love. And I am very amused by the number of people saying that coffee works for them the way it does for Jaskier...and the two or three people having Sudden Realizations, too.

#questions answered

[jamesunderwater]

on being unfiltered once more

it's interesting how pre-surgery charles did a lot of social mirroring, and how much that's changed... before, if i got an ask, i'd work hard to reply the way i saw other people reply to things, or based on what vibe i thought the sender would want.

but then the first several weeks after surgery, i literally didn't have the energy to filter or monitor how i interacted with others, so instead I was just fully my chaotic, long-winded, rambling self. and at first i was too exhausted and drugged to even notice let alone care. but then even when i did start to see it, i still couldn't find the energy or even the ability to communicate differently.

now i'm at the point where i'm trying to go back to the mirroring and filtering, but it's like my brain lost the ability to actually do it -- so it remembers that we're supposed to, and can tell what i'm doing "wrong" or need to "fix" in my communication, but when i try to actually express myself in the way i think is more appropriate/desired in the interaction, my brain fritzes. HARD. and that's how i've ended up spending TWO hours at work trying to send one simple email, and taking an hour to reply to a text, etc. so that by the end of the day my brain is so fucking tired from agonizing over every single word i wrote all day, i am almost unable to write a full sentence.

and maybe in another post i'll go into how this is, in essence, exactly what it looks like for a high masking autistic to no longer be able to mask (due to continuous overstimulation/burnout, in this case).

but right now i just wanted to say all of that to say.... i didn't know that i liked the choatic, rambling, long-winded way i like to write and speak. i just knew i had been taught other people don't like it. and i am really kind of enjoying the way that -- at least sometimes, at least here -- i have been liberated from giving so much of a shit.

before all this, i knew in concept that everyone has their own way of communicating, especially writing, and some people will like it and some people won't. i even thought it was really badass when someone communicated very differently than the norm, and didn't seem sorry about it. but, of course, none of this sunk in enough to change my unconscious chameleon training to become whatever kind of communicator people wanted me to be.

but NOW... i've gotten a taste of it. a taste of responding as ME and believing that it's okay if the other person doesn't like how i talk/interact. also helps that my "mirroring skills" are like, comparable to Light Hope in she-ra when her programming was wiped. Which is to say, so low as to be basically useless.

and so thus we witness the return of teenage Charles, who, once comfortable, is not totally dissimilar in energy and vibe to characters like jake peralta, robin buckley, jaskier, shawn spencer from psych... lol NONE of whom are autistic-coded... /j

and yeah. hopefully this becomes a space where i feel safe to practice being unmasked me. so far so good, anyway. and, uh, if you think i'm horribly annoying now.......... i probably already believe that's how you see me, too, so maybe we can both practice not giving a shit either way? 😅

#those of you who actually read all of this. i am sending you a pretty envelope with a kiss inside. and a pic of your favorite animal. #it's also a very new venture to write out stuff like this and put it on my blog literally not FOR anyone or to DO anything #but just cause it's my blog? and in ye olden days this was where we elders put our thoughts. like a lil keepsake box under our beds. #charlie chats #recovery #recovery* #autism #autistic things #asd #neurodivergence #neurodivergent #unmasking autism #autistic burnout #unmasking #audhd #me

[0dde11eth]

You know that thing where your parents talk about ther past and your like "what? When did this happen? What do you mean you used to drugs?" I think it would be funny if this happened but with ciri and jaskier.

Like she just thinks he's a silly slightly sluty bard but once they get closer every time he opens his mouth curi is left shocked.

"what do you mean you had sex with a priestess."

"the fuck do you mean you helped elves escape slavery"

"when did yennefer become your wife!?"

It would be epic.

Oh my word

Jaskier is the youngest of all the adults in ciris life

But he's had the craziest one

He keeps them more kid friendly but when she's an adult he spills all the details!

"Did I ever tell you about the time...." is her favorite thing to hear because she knows it's going to be an epic tale with an ending she couldn't anticipate

#asks #ciri #jaskier #uncle jaskier

[thedemonofcat]

Jaskier, an immortal, has immersed himself deeply in the ever-changing landscape of popular music, adapting to each decade's dominant genre with the passing years

1900s: During the early 1900s, Jaskier immersed himself in the world of Ragtime, even spending some time on Vaudeville stages. However, Geralt had little fondness for the theatre manager in charge.

1910s: In the 1910s, Jaskier's musical journey led him to become a blues singer.

1920s: The 1920s saw Jaskier embracing the vibrant world of Jazz, often performing in Jazz clubs.

1930s: Jaskier transitioned into a swing singer during the 1930s, a decade Eskel particularly enjoyed for its music.

1940s: Jaskier ventured into country music during the 1940s, and he fancied himself quite dashing in that hat. Well, he will never tell anyone Lambert likes this the most

1950s: Rock 'n' Roll became Jaskier's musical calling in the 1950s, much to Ciri's delight but not so much to Geralt's, who found it too loud.

The 1960s: Jaskier took on the pop-rock scene in the 1960s, oddly becoming Yennefer's favourite genre during this period.

1970s: While singing Rock in the 1970s, Jaskier's life took a tumultuous turn due to a problematic tour manager, leading to a regrettable battle with drug addiction.

The 1980s: The 1980s saw Jaskier experimenting with metal music despite his immortality, which didn't sit well with Geralt, who despised finding Jaskier unconscious from drug overdoses.

1990s: Jaskier believed his best musical era was in the 1990s when he embraced Alternative Rock, possibly because drugs no longer plagued him and he could think more clearly.

2000s: Jaskier found his groove in the Indie music scene. For Geralt, this decade held special significance, marking when his and Jaskier's love bloomed.

2010s: Jaskier continued to dabble in Indie rock in the 2010s, with a brief, forgettable stint in hip hop. The less said about that, the better.

#the witcher netflix #geralt of rivia #joey batey #the witcher #jaskier the witcher #henry cavill #the witcher jaskier #geralt x jaskier #geraskier #fic ideas #jaskier #gerskier #cirilla fiona elen riannon #freya allan #headcanon #yennefer of vengerberg #anya cholatra #the witcher season 3 #anya chalotra #the witcher season three #witcher eskel #witcher yennefer #the witcher lambert

[fresh-shoes]

My unwanted live thoughts on “Out of the Fire, into the Frying Pan”

1. AHHH JASKIER CALLED THEM FAMILY!!!

2. Those dunes look like Ruffles (the chip)

3. Make out with that rock girl! Do it!

4. Disgusting. Unicorn piss?- OH SHIT MONSTER

5. Salmonella eat your heart out. OH GROSS!! THIS IS HOW WE GET DYSENTERY!! OR POISONED!! Yup there we go.

6. RENFRI?! Oh my god we're bringing back all the dead princesses. Update: not Renfri. Different crazy dead princess.

7. This unicorn is a jackass. Seriously just let Ciri ride to civilization.

8. How is she fighting? She's dehydrated, starving, on the brink of death. Adrenaline must be a hell of a drug.

9. This might help, here's a napkin. Oh look the unicorn can walk now. What a magical napkin.

10. Oh god, why are we listening to murderer Princess.

#the witcher #cirilla of cintra #ciri of cintra #cirilla fiona elen riannon #witcher ciri #ciri witcher #little horse #falka #bloody falka #the witcher s3

[sassaffrassa]

First lines meme

Rules:  Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns!

tagged by @deerna and tagging @kuwdora @bomberqueen17 @bittylildragon @eatingcroutons @witch-and-her-witcher if any of you feel the urge 💕

(ok so i have an unholy number of drabbles so i stuck to works with a word count over 500)

pattern: i love to jump straight into the action, in media res with the least amount of context possible to start, especially if i can do it in a way that subverts the readers expectation for what's about to happen. the more distant the POV, or the greater time frame that the story's describing, the more background info i'll add. (drabbles tend to start with a line of dialogue, turns out lol)

Taste the Rainbow

Witcher | Geralt/Jaskier | T, modern au, 3.8k

Geralt flinches when something comes at his head, but when his hands fly up to catch it, he finds he’s got one of Ciri’s wrists in each hand, and a string of bright colors laced between the two.

Blossoming

Witcher | Vesemir/Mignole | E, daddy kink, 4.8k

She can’t sleep, despite her best efforts. The blankets tangle around her legs as she tosses and turns, feeling hideously ashamed of herself.

Putting the 'FUN' in Dysfunctional

Witcher | Roche/Jaskier | E, spies, 9.1k

Roche has never had much time for music in his life. As a boy there has been fêtes in the market square and bawdy minstrels who came through the house, paying with their entertainment to draw custom before heading upstairs to get their own, and not much else.

A Hangdog Look

Witcher | Iorveth/Roche | E, animal transformation, 10.3k

The bed shifts beneath him, just enough to startle him awake, and Iorveth draws a knife before his eye even opens against the dim light of his rooms. He lurches upright when the weight of whatever is attacking him lands against his back, heavy and startlingly cold and Roche whimpers, ducking his head between his paws.

Roach

Witcher | Geralt/Roche (& Roach) | T, drug use, 2k

Geralt leans his head back, blowing a stream of smooth blue smoke into the air. It clouds around his head, hazing over the bright pinpricks of stars in the night sky.

Your Hand in Mine

Sherlock Holmes ACD | Holmes/Watson | T, remix, 500

Holmes had been standing by the window for a quarter of an hour at least, turning the necklace over and over in his hands. Watson looked down again, reining his focus back to the treatise in his hands.

you've got a friend in me

Witcher | Kiyan & Gaetan | T, possession, 2k

When a Cat goes missing, they usually stay missing, for one reason or another. There’s already too few of them, fewer by the year, witchers of all schools declining as the mages get more and more power hungry, and the caravan has to go further and further out of its own way to avoid Nilfgaard’s expanding territory. They make it hard to find them on purpose, and sometimes that means Cats can’t make it home, if they been gone too long.

the wonders of the universe

Torchwood | Ianto Jones | T, aliens, 3.1k

The first one he brings back to the Hub, he really actually does think it’s a cool looking rock at first.

Team Building Exercise

Witcher | Roche/Blue Stripes | E, sex pollen, 12k

There’s an elven shrine somewhere in the woods, and bloody Roche is the one who stumbles onto it.

Safe Harbor

Witcher | Roche & Anaïs | T, TLOU au, 900

They’re still two miles out from the township when Roche spots the first tripwire. He jumps to yank Anaïs out of its path.

#my writing #in my defence i have no self control #writing memes #the witcher #torchwood #acd holmes #fanfic #temerian trash can