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thedemonofcat · 1 year

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Modern with magic Au: There is a distinct separation between the world of humans and the world of monsters. Since most human beings are not aware of the world of monsters, the world of monsters remains a mystery to them. Geralt of Rivia is a member of an organization that is known as the Witcher. Besides hunting monsters, witchers are supposed to make sure regular humans don't learn about the monster world.

It used to be that Geralt and Jaskier used to date and were very deeply in love with each other. It was, however, not a happy ending as Geralt was afraid to tell Jaskier about the world of monsters, so they broke up. Jaskier's safety is a concern for Geralt since he fears that if he finds out about monsters, then he would be in danger. The decision was made by Jaskier to leave as he believed that Geralt was cheating on him with Yennefer.

On occasion, Geralt and Yennefer worked together on jobs, they even dated for a short period of time. However, they decide to remain friends. Yennefer helps Geralt's daughter Ciri with her magical abilities.

The heartbroken Geralt makes the difficult decision to let Jaskier go. Eventually, Geralt comes to the conclusion that Jaskier has a regular human life that would be jeopardized if they were to be together.

So a few years pass, and Geralt continues to watch Jaskier from a distance. Every time Jaskier realizes that he has come up with a new song, Geralt makes sure to be the first person in line to hear it, just so he can hear the voice once again.

However one day Yennefer comes with some shocking news. A changeling has been discovered who has yet to be able to fully gain control over their powers. Fae are powerful creatures which, in comparison to most magical beings, are kept even more hidden from the public eye. The main advantage of Changeling is their ability to be incredibly powerful since they have all the regular powers of Fae, but Changelings do not have the weakness of Fae. A Changeling's only has two weakness that of iron and if someone learns their true name, not their human name, but their true fae name. Consequently, the Changeling will be compelled to obey the commands that he has been given.

Records indicate that there has not been a Changeling in years. There have been rumours circulating, however, that a soothsayer has predicted a changeling will bring about a change in fate that will last forever.

Geralt is told by Yennefer that he must find the Changeling in order to train them to use the Fae power inside of them. The Changeling is also being pursued by an unknown force that plans to use its powers to accomplish some unknown goal.

The changeling is tracked down by Geralt by using a special device that he uses to trace its location in the city of Novigrad. The job of Gearlt is to locate the fae and then bring them back to Kear Morhen so that the changelings will be safe.

Geralt finds the Changeling after saving them from kidnapping. Only problem is the fact that the changeling in question is none other than Jaskier.

Now, Geralt tries his utmost to keep Jaskier safe and unaware of the world of monsters. However, it appears that Geralt had failed as the musician possesses uncontrollable power and is being hunted down. At the same time, Jaskier is grappling with the realization that the magic is real and he has a part in it.

In order to take Jaskier to safety, Geralt and Jaskier embark on a cross-country road trip for the first time since the breakup. A romance that once flourished starts to bloom again

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

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vikingstoner69 · 2 years

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You know what time it is when i pop up lmao

Geratle x fem!reader nsfw request cough cause i'm the biggest simp for this man-

108 from the writing prompt list “is that my shirt?”

And from the smut list

8 “I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now”

Have fun 🥰‼️❤

Of course as always, you don't have to do this request if you don't want to

Heya! lovly! thank you so much for the request i'm sorry it took so long and its super sort. If you want a redo just let me know I do hope you enjoy.

as always my ask box is open

You and Gearlt found a cave and made a camp for the night. You watch the fire burn and sigh softly. You both had been on the road for months and you wanted to sleep in a real bed. Gearlt walks back to the cave with two small rabbits.

"Hey! How far is the next town?" You ask, but before you could get an answer a huge monster apares. Gearlt kills it but not before it let out a Strange dust making you both cough.

"(Y/n)! Hold your breath!" He shouts, you do as he says but it's too late you have inhaled some of the dust. You groan as your body gets hot.

"What's happening to me?" You moan, you had no idea what that thing was but all you knew was that geralt smelled amazing and you wanted him badly. In your hazy thoughts you do not hear his answer.

"We must stay away from each other" he growls his eyes dark with lust. His hands balled into fists trying to hold himself back.

"No! Please-" your plea is cut short as his hand goes around your throat.

"But I have never wanted to fuck you more then I do right now" he growls his face going to your neck and he bites making you moan and he growls.

"Then fuck me!" You moan, geralt snarls and mashes his lips to yours making you moan he picks you up making your legs wrap around his waist.

Geralt lays you on the bedroll and you cling to him. You both pull at each other's clothes till you are both naked. His hard cock rubs your soaking cunt and you moan out.

"Fuck! It won't be gentle" he growls his hold on you almost too tight.

"Please!" You beg and he thrusts forward deep inside you making you both moan at the feeling. He fucks you hard and fast your nails leaving marks in his back as you cling to him.

"Look at you! Taking my cock" he growls, making you whine at his words. You never knew him to be this way but you loved it.

"So good! So fucking close!" You moan as your climax was fast approaching. Gearlt rubs your clit hard.

"Cum on my cock" he growls and you cum hard with a scream of his name. When you finally come back down geralt is laying on his back panting hard. You look over at him.

"Are you alright?" He asks looking over at you. You look back at him and smile softly.

"Yes, fantastic actually " you grin and grab his shift and slip it on feeling the cool breeze on your skin.

"Is that my shirt?" He growls as eyes go dark with lust again making you smirk.

"Maybe" you grin, he ckxks his finger in a 'come here' Motion.and you did just that.

#smut #requests are still open btw #reader #please request #reader smut #short prompt #the witcher #geralt x you #geralt of rivera #geralt of rivera smut #geralt of rivia x reader #geralt rivia smut #geralt of rivia #geralt/reader #The Witcher

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kuwdora · 7 months

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another Vilgefortz fic update!

Ouroboros: Interlude

~3k, rated M. There's a lot more dreaminess and softness to make up for the lack of sex. Also symbolism. Boatloads of it.

“We need a wash,” he announces and squeezes Geralt’s thigh. Vilgefortz sits up and motions Gearlt to follow.

Geralt raises an eyebrow, his expression teetering on indignation. “Can’t you just,” he begins and snaps his fingers, “clean us up?”

Vilgefortz could. Why doesn’t he? He could be done with it and Vilgefortz could get back to chasing his next orgasm. The restlessness is guiding Vilgefortz elsewhere. He's eager for the ocean breeze and open sky.

“I have something better in mind,” Vilgefortz says and rises to his feet. He opens a portal in front of the bed and glances at Geralt expectantly.

For a moment Vilgefortz wonders if he would have to send another wave of compulsion through Geralt, but the witcher rolls off the bed and stands in front of the portal. Hesitation lingers in his face.

“It’s only down to the beach,” Vilgefortz says.

Geralt frowns. “I hate portals.”

That was an unexpected admission. “You do?”

“Let’s get this over with,” Geralt says and walks through the portal with no further complaint. Vilgefortz follows. The crackling energy of the portal siphons the restlessness from his body.

They depart Tissaia’s chambers in the middle of the night and exit the portal on the beach at sunset. Billowy pink and golden clouds are strewn across the sky, and the final hour of light dances on the waves.

Vilgefortz takes a deep, wonderful breath and exhales. It’s an incredible view, made even better as a backdrop for Geralt’s nakedness. Vilgefortz grins, openly admiring Geralt’s body. And beyond the witcher Tor Lara juts proudly from the outcropping of rock and ocean, shimmering a vivid pink and gold.

Vilgefortz stretches, parlaying the lightness in his lungs and he calls to Geralt. “Join me for a swim.” He walks backwards into the surf, the water lapping at his ankles.

read the interlude ao3

#this interlude is a little strange but let's roll with it for the sake of the story yaa?? ehehhhhehhee #continue to lose my mind working on this fic but i love it. so much editing but soon!! two more chapters!!#geralt x vilgefortz #vilgefortz #vilgefortz of roggeveen #vilgywank #my witcher fic #my fic

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superdcchick · 2 years

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Yeah it's sad that Henry won't be Gearlt anymore, The Witcher definitely won't be the same but at least there's 3 seasons of Henry as Gearlt 🤷🏻‍♀️

#henry cavill #the witcher

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madamee · 1 year

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I took a 🍁🍃 gummy and referred to Geralt as Gearlt of Riverdale and got the vivid image of this broody tall man just muttering "Fuck" and killing things with his sword in the strange world that is Riverdale and it made me laugh.

#witcher geralt #geralt of rivia #the witcher #henry cavill #henry cavill characters #i was high #dont blame me

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maithefluffychicken · 2 years

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A Chef AU nobody asked for :)

Geraskier ficlet, rated T, live writing on discord (sorry @nadsdraws to have to read all my rambling), not betaed and, well, enjoy my hyperactive brain :D

You can read it on Ao3 too.

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Geralt is a chef with horrible mood, always angry and stressed. he started working in this restaurant called Blaviken, and once he started a discussion with a critic and came out the kitchen with a butcher's knife in his hand, and since then, he's called *The Butcher of Blaviken" and it's a meme, he was fired after that and he opened his own restaurant with his family, but people still call him the Butcher of Blaviken and it hurts and it's pathetic but alas, he made that mistake once.

Eskel, Lambert and himself own this new restaurant called Kaer Morhen, in honour of their father hometown, Lambert is the sumillier and he loves to make original cocktails and brew his own craft beer. Eskel made this program to help young people with no studies, so every year they open KM's door to a few boys and girls and teach them how to run a professional kitchen.

The best three of them will be hire during the year until the next pormotion, the rest will receive a recommendation letter and they'll help them to find a job; some of them will leave, of course, others will stay.

Lambert, during the first promotion, decided to hire one of the boys to help him with the bar. Geralt and Eskel are sure that Lambert and the, well, man now, are dating. But anyway, Aiden Katz is part of their family now after all those years.

So, this year they have 10 younglings to teach, it's a reduced group this year, but well, it's enough.

Vesemir is the manager of the restaurant, but he's tired of being a chef so basically he let his sons to do whatever they want, he trust them. Yennefer is like a celebrity in this au, and she's always there with her new - and some old - boyfriends. No need to say that she's the ex of the infamous Butcher of Blaviken, and why they're still friends it's a mistery, but there they are. That KM has the best pierogis maaaaybe has something to say in this matter.

Eskel is usually who teaches the new alumns, being the most patient of the brothers.

Geralt just tries to keep the kitchen safe and working.

Geralt keeps an eye on every one of the younglings but Eskel is the one who actually teaches them, and then there's this boy, around 23 or so, loud and annoying and with cero talent for this job and who always claims that he should be a singer, not a chef. Geralt is tempted more than once to shove him out of his sacred kitchen. There's also another boy, younger than this one, just as loud and talentless, but bright and kind and who tries very very hard to learn. This one recognises Geralt the first day, and gasps: *I know you, you're the Butcher of Blaviken!" and Gearlt doesn't know why the kid is so fucking happy about it.

Eskel tells Geralt about the promotion, and how none of them have any inclination to become a chef, except maybe the boy with blue eyes and brown, soft hair and melifluous voice - ok, is actually Geralt who seeshim that way, Eskel simply referes at him by his preferred name, Jaskier.

"Literacy was beaten into me with a cane, but now I can play several instruments and I can compose my own music and lyrics, I guess it's the same here," Jaskier has laughed once after burning a fucking, simple soup. The other boy, Valdo Something, it's just a brat that has no respect for the culinary art, so Geralt has his decision. He himself will teach Jaskier and help him, since he's the one that actually wants to learn something.

That Jaskier is always kind to him even if he recognised Geralt from the memes, instead of making fun of him, or that he has the most powerful puppy eyes, or that Geralt catches Valdo Something ogling Jaskier and touching him and making the other boy uncomfortable in their workplace... fuck it, Geralt doesn't have to explain his reasons to want and help Jaskier.

And of course, this is the worst decision ever.

He could just have asked Eskel, or even Lambert, fuck, even Vesemir, who is a softie and always wanted to adopt another kid, but nooooo.

He had to go and and Jaskier if he really wants to be a chef.

He had to go and offer himself to teach him.

He had to go and look at those baby blue eyes that are sparkling under the artificial white light of the kitchen.

"You won't regret it, Chef Geralt, I want to learn and I don't mind if I have to work twice as hard, I promise."

Geralt is already regretting this decision.

He knows it's against the rules.

He knows he shouldn't be teaching this boy in secret.

He knows he's being unfair to the other boys and girls.

He doesn't give a fuck, though.

They have to maintain it as a secret - even if Eskel, Lambert, Vesemir and even Yennefer know what Geralt is doing, because come on, Geralt has never being subtle about anything in his life.

But Eskel is happy to see Geralt geting involved in his program.

Lambert is waiting to tease him - he doesn't know it'll backfires him, who is of course dating Aiden because he basically did the same.

Vesemir just wants Geralt to be happy, and Yen is having fun.

Being alone with Jaskier is... something.

The boy is flirty, for a start, and that startles Geralt, Jaskier has ever been so discreet and professional, but here, alone, Jaskier flirts with him. Geralt should stop him, he knows, he should put an end on this, but he feels his skin tingling everytime Jaskier touches him, resting his hand over Geralt's arm to ask him whatever, and he feels butterflies in his belly everytime Jaskier beams at him, that is, well, every ten minutes or so.

The boy also works hard, so hard, and with such passion, that Geralt feels... even more flustered, and his chest puffs with pride everytime Jaskier learns a new technique thanks to him.

Geralt discovers that Jaskier, actually, sings, and it's good at it. Jaskier doesn't sing too loud, but he seems unable to stop himself at the deserted kitchen when he forgets about Geralt, and is voice echoes and... it's nice, and not too intrusive, Jaskier sings unconsciously and just stops abruptly to ask Geralt a doubt or whatever.

After whole two months like this, Jaskier has improved a lot, and he brings a basket full of sweets that he himself has baked to thanks Geralt his private lessons, and Geralt decides that a dry rosé wine will suit those sweets, and they spend the night talking and eating and drinking.

"I always wanted to be a singer," Jaskier admits. "I am a singer. But it's not enough? I saw that video about you and then I decided that I wanted to be a chef too, and I was so nervous when I received the mail saying that I was one of the ten for your program, I still can't believe I'm drinking with Chef Geralt"

Geralt winces. "You want to be a chef because of the video about me swinging a butcher's knife?" "No, that one was hilarious," Geralt grimaces again. "But not, I'm referring about the other video, the first I saw about you!"

Geralt is perplexed, blinking at Jaskier.

"Let me show you,"

Jaskier starts looking in Youtube in his Favourites videos section, and then Geralt is watching a much younger version of himself. The video is old, recorded with an actual camera instead of a phone, and he remembers that day. It was an interview for a local TV channel about young promises, Geralt was just named Chef of the Blaviken, the youngest Chef in the story of Novigrad, he was not older than Jaskier is now.

He's smiling in the video and showing his kitchen to the cameraman and the interviewer, and he shows the recipe of a fish stew, it was a good day.

"I saw that interview on the TV that day, I was with my mom, and I told her that I wanted to be like you, I wanted to be a chef," Jaskier is smiling softly at both Geralts, the younger one in the video and the older one who is sitting besides him. "But she just had bought me my first guitar, and she told me: 'first learn to play the guitar and then we'll talk'" Jaskier laughs.

Geralt is overwhelmed, maybe it's the rosé, maybe it's Jaskier who smells like crème anglaise and chocolate, maybe it's his own memories about him wanting to be a chef

"So I learn that, and then I applied for your program, and here we are."

"And here we are," Geralt repeats.

Jaskier's scent is sweet and tempting and Geralt wants... he wants to kiss that boy so badly. He doesn't know when it happened, but he's in love, and if he had read all of this correctly, then Jaskier...

Jaskier's gaze flicks to Geralt's lips and back to his eyes, and Geralt feels a hot wave all over his body. Jaskier leans in, still looking at Geralt, unsure, and that can't be. Geralt reaches until his hand wraps around Jaskier's nape and closes the distance between them. Jaskier's lips are plush and soft and sweet and spicy because of the wine and it's everything Geralt wants.

When the program is over, Jaskier refuses to be one of the three new employers of the KM restaurant:

"I know I've cheated accepting your help, but most important than the job is to have spent time with you, Geralt, to have you now. I enjoyed that even more than being a Chef."

Valdo is expulsed of the program for being a dick, and Geralt shouldn't be proud of being the one who pushes him out of his kitchen, but he is, he can't stand that asshole.

Geralt and Jaskier don't want their relationship to be a secret, either, and then Geralt decides that they can have it all. They both can be chefs and in love and, for some years, Jaskier works with him at the KM restaurant.

Geralt wants Jaskier to have everything he wants, so he decides to invest in another restaurant after talking about it for months, "The Wolf and the Buttercup", a lovely bistró that offers live music, and sometimes the Chef joins the band and sings too.

It's good that The Wolf and the Buttercup opens only for dinner shift, so he can spend the rest of the day with Jaskier - Jaskier even helps during lunch shift at the Kaer Morhen. And it's just a coincidence that during the only day that the KM is closed for the rest of the personal, the one and only Butcher of Blaviken can be seen there at the Wolf and the Buttercup, enjoying the food and the music, and when Chef Jaskier is done, he leaves his guitar in the scenario and he sits with him and share a kiss or two - and the dessert, chocolate soufflé with crême anglaise.

#geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geralt x jaskier #falling in love #getting together #chef au #Chef Geralt #Chef Jaskier #Kaer Morhen is a restaurant #happy ending #fluff #live writing #the witcher fanfiction

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whataboutthefish · 2 years

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Day 12

Prompt 12 Humiliation | Frottage | Sensory Deprivation

Geralt/Jaskier, Sensory deprivation, Touch starved

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A world of silent darkness surrounded Geralt. Every nerve in his body screamed against the absolute nothingness that swallowed him.

Despite the blackness pressing in all around him, Geralt knew he was safe. It was the kind of safety only his room at Kaer Morhen could provide, here, he had no need of his senses. Despite this, Geralt couldn’t help the way his heartbeat ricocheted in his chest, and he breathed slowly to settle himself.

Ears plugged with wax and cotton, his eyes covered with a thick fold of fabric tied tight with a strip of leather, and his hands bound above his head, Geralt was at Jaskier’s mercy. He jumped when something touched his arm. It was soft, and it tickled as it ran the length of his arm, tracing along the sensitive underside.

The object -a feather?- followed its path down Geralt’s ribs. Trailing across his abdomen, his muscles clenched and tightened at the touch, his back arching a little as the tickle traced back up his body. With the silence pressing against him, every nerve in Geralt’s body reacted. Geralt sank into the sensation, feeling as if he were floating. The blackness was a cocoon that made him feel fuzzy.

Calloused fingers cupped his face and Geralt leant into the touch. He knew he was making noise, he could feel the rumble in his throat and embarrassment washed over him. He hated the sounds he made, so pitiful, pathetic, and yet, Jaskier was still touching him, stroking over his cheek with such gentleness it almost hurt.

Gearlt felt the heated touch of lips against his neck and he arched into the touch, his cock twitching against his belly. Jaskier’s warmth soaked into his skin where he touched, when he leaned in close Geralt could smell the soap clinging to him. Jaskier was probably murmuring praise to him, praise he hated to hear and yet craved all the same. Praise he never allowed out on the path, but he wasn’t on the path now, he was safe, he was home.

A bite on his nipple was soothed with the flat of a tongue. Geralt shivered as a cool gust of breath brushed over the wet skin. Nails scraped down his thighs, rough and sharp, and Geralt yelled, so loud he could almost hear the echo in his head. The harshness disappeared at once, and a weight settled over his thighs, and he knew Jaskier was sitting on him. Hands fanned out over Geralt’s chest for only a moment, then they were gone, and Geralt had no control over the whine that slipped from his lips. He wanted them back, so badly. He wanted more.

The hands returned, combined with a gentle graze of teeth trailing across his chest. A harsh bite to his pec had Geralt panting, and as a slick finger traced the underside of his cock, Geralt arched again, his hips lifting off the mattress to chase the touch. He could imagine Jaskier’s wicked grin, the scent of arousal filling the room. As the hand returned to his cock, a finger tracing over his slit, Geralt settled in for a night of all the touch he denied himself on the path. Because Jaskier would always give him more. Jaskier was safe, and Jaskier was home.

#Kinktober #Kinktober 2022 #A very witcher Kinktober #my writing #geralt x jaskier #sensory deprivation

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ophierian-vp · 1 year

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#tw3 #the witcher 3 #the witcher 3 wild hunt #kaer morhen #geralt #gearlt of rivia #the witcher #CD Projekt RED #my gaming photo #gamingedit #virtual photography #photomode #Gaming Photography #gameplaydaily

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solcorvidae · 3 months

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I am so sick and tired of hospitals IRL that I will be writing in a short, unplanned time skip in my fic. Originally, I was going to have a few chapters in the hospital with Eskel, but I simply am spending too much time in the hospital/clinics in my real life... sooo it is no longer fun/relatable; it is just draining. If I want to write more about Eskel's hospital stay, I will write that later on. I will do it separately, and I will do it from his POV, not Gearlt and Jaskier's.

Despite the change in plans, there is still lots of whump to come >:]]

#the timing of these things are actually crazy #first it was my initial injury... now this?? bruh. the ao3 authors curse is alive and WELL.#hypothermic ao3 #sol rambles

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itspvg · 1 year

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Thanks for the Tag: @hunter-sylvester Been some time since I done something like these but it looks fun!

3 Ships: Steddie, Gearlt and Yennefer. (Triss can go fucking do one... the bitch). Don't really have a second because I guess I am a bit too normie like that.

First Ship Ever: Guess it would of been Gearlt and Yennefer.

Last Song: Ahhh I guess it would be the orchestral epic version of Bloody Tears from the Netflix Castlevania OST

Last Movie: Oh fuck, I actually don't know. It's been a while since I think I watched a movie and I have this weird thing where I struggle to watch stuff that's new without watching it with someone. I am a bit weird like that.

Currently Reading: Does Manga count? I am currently going through Deserter by Junji Ito. Been sitting on that way too long though. Even with Manga, my dyslexia can be a little challenging with my energy and ability to read in a concentrated manner.

Currently Watching: Netflix Castlevania. I can't stop thinking about all things castlevania. Literally have went to sleep the last week every night with a 7 hour retrospective on the series.

Currently Consuming: Some sort of Lunch/Dinner sandwich I guess. It has lettuce, pickles, Jalapeño Peppers and other deli meats. And a Diet Bepis

Currently Craving: Some sort of alcholic drink. Maybe a whiskey or some sort of lovely lovely daiquiri. Zero pressure, but if any of you want to do it I’ll tag: @miraakswhore @corroded-cat

#tag game #This was unexpected but fun #Hope my answers are not too weird or cringe.

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thedemonofcat · 1 year

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(Essentially, that scene from Avatar the Last Airbender when Azula taunts Sokka by revealing that Suki was captured. My intention is to write a Geraskier version of that, but I had yet to figure out what a full story would entail)

"He called your name," Rience spoke calmly in a manner which seemed creepy and yet unnerving.

Geralt stood still, his body tense and ready to move. He knew this was his opportunity to escape, and he had to act quickly. His mind raced as he considered the danger of staying any longer. Ciri and Yennefer were with him, and he had to ensure they were safe.

Despite the urgency of the situation, something within him held him back. It was a voice that spoke to him, telling him to stay and listen to the firefucker's words. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something important that he needed to hear.

Geralt's heart raced as he tried to identify the Niflgaardian prisoner to whom Rience was referring. "My favourite prisoner used to mention you all the time," Rience had said, his words seeping into Geralt's mind like poison. Who could it be? The thought of someone being locked up and talking about him made him uneasy.

Rience's words hit Geralt like a sudden blow. He felt as though the air was being sucked out of his lungs. "The Bard was conceived. You were going to come to rescue him," Rience revealed, his voice laced with a hint of malice. Geralt's heart sank as he tried to understand what he had just heard. "Of course, you never came, and he gave up on you."

Jaskier was in the hands of Nifflgaard.

They had his Bard.

There was something wrong with this. Jaskier was supposed to be in a safe place. This war is supposed to be far away, so he must hide somewhere far away. Geralt shouldn't have to worry about any kind of danger from Jaskier as he shouldn't be a danger at all.

Who said witchers don't have feelings. They would have to rethink their thought process if they saw the rage in Gearlt as he charged toward Riences, with Yennefer able to use his magic to hold the other mage in place.

"Where is Jaskier" Geralt demand to know, only to be meant with silence. "Where's Jaskier? Answer me"

Geralt's fury was so intense that he was confident he could crush Rience's head with only his bare hands if he wanted to. If he didn't get told where Jaskier was right in that second. It wasn't until he felt a hand on his shoulder that he could figure out what was happening.

"Geralt, he won't talk," Yennefer tried to reason with Geralt. Getting Ciri out of here now was the most important thing they had to do, and they could always begin their search for the Bard once they all got to a safe place.

But Geralt needed help with thinking straight. "Where are you keeping him" The witcher yelled.

"We need to go now," Yennefer said, "We'll find Jaskier later." As she spoke those words, Geralt could hear the rumbling of horses as more Nifflgaardian soldiers got closers.

"Geralt" This time, Ciri was the one to speak up. She had remembered hearing stories about the white wolf and his Bards and had even heard off a few of Jaskier's songs.

Hearing his daughter's voice, Geralt knew it was best to leave and get to safety. But, unfortunately, it was highly unlikely that Geralt could rescue Jaskier if he were in jail or dead.

So Yennefer got on her horse while Geralt and Ciri got on to Roach. The three roads off with Geralt already trying to devise plans to rescue his Bard.

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

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 3 years

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Silent Treatment

I was really vibing with both of these prompts today so I combined them 🤷‍♀️? I hope y’all Nonies are okay with it? It’s not exact but I think it captures the vibe? I hope?

Warnings: we got mommy issues up in this bitch, on both sides, abandonment, controlling/narcissistic parents, definition of ‘hurt’ isnt explicitly mentioned but is used mainly in the emotional sense, first fight, established geraskier relationship, it ends soft i promise

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Jaskier was surprised by this new side of Geralt every day. He was gentler, attentive, sweet, and even verbally appreciative of Jaskier and the little things he would do. A lot of things were making more sense to Jaskier now that he was seeing Geralt express himself.

The grunts, for example, were less of a disinterested placation and more of a way to respond without showing his hand. And now that he had no cards to hide, Geralt's grunts and sideways looks were few and far between. They’d been replaced with soft smiles and little murmurs of ‘you’re cute’ and ‘your eyes are very pretty in the morning’.

Jaskier was constantly on his toes, not in a bad way, just - adjusting. Geralt seemed to drop his walls rather quickly, though that might have been because Jaskier started their relationship off with a big ole’ “I love you and would rather die than take another lover if it upset you.” Surprisingly, Jaskier was having a hard time keeping up. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy it, he just wasn’t prepared to be the one knocked on their ass from a nonchalant compliment.

He started to loosen up a month or so in. Making jokes again, doting on Geralt in turn, and becoming just as comfortable with their newfound openness.

Though it wasn’t long before he put his foot in his mouth. They were taking a bath together when he did, Geralt leaning back against his chest as they shared stories of sneaking out in their youth.

“...and then my mother, had the gal to tell me she just ‘wanted the best’ for me. As if putting a seven year old under house arrest for wanting sweets is in any way good for a child? Sometimes I envy you, dear. My mother was a terrible woman. I think I’d have been better off without her. I know my father would have.”

Geralt had stopped scrubbing at the gunk on his arm and frowned at the wall.

Jaskier felt his stomach drop as soon as Geralt’s muscles tensed.

“No you don’t,” he murmured.

“I-” He almost started defending his position, which he had grounds to. His mother was a tyrant and a narcissist who bent everyone to her will and slandered those who wouldn’t bow until they fled. But he knew what he’d said. Geralt had never outright said he missed the good parts of his mother, but Jaskier heard it in all the little bits of stories he had dropped over the years. How he’d wonder what his mother would have thought of what he’d become, who he loved, the causes he’d fought for. Jaskier was all too aware he’d fucked up as he lightly rested his hands over Geralt’s hips, “Darling I didn’t mean it…”

Geralt rocked forward and stood abruptly, water making a sickening slapping sound when it hit the floor as he quickly stepped out, “You had someone to protect you. Even if she was wrong, she still fed you and kept you safe.”

“Protect me?” Jaskier knew he should shut up, a voice in his head was begging him to, but alas, he couldn’t have stopped if he wanted to, “She did what she had to to keep up appearances. Don’t think for a second she protected me.”

Geralt glared at him as he toweled off, “She kept you.”

“Until I no longer worshiped her! I was out on my ass at sixteen for questioning her at the family dinner table!”

Geralt pursed his lips and set his face in a stony mask of indifference, “Okay.”

“Okay?” Jaskier felt a chill, even in the hot bath, at the look on Geralt’s face.

He simply shrugged and dressed for bed, leaving Jaskier to marinade in his stupidity.

Of course Geralt would see having any type of mother as idyllic compared to his childhood. But there was still a righteous anger burning in Jaskier’s gut as he crossed his arms and sunk into the water up to his nose. Just because it hadn’t been as bad as Geralt’s childhood didn’t mean the things Jaskier had to grapple with were fading any faster. The fact didn’t suddenly absolve Jaskier of the baggage he carried, nor mend his broken relationship. And logically, it wasn’t meant to, but Jaskier was having a hard time seeing anything but red.

When he got out and went to bed, Geralt was already asleep, or pretending to sleep. Either way Jaskier was too angry to call his bluff and settled down to sleep without nuzzling into his chest.

In the morning, Geralt was already up and packing, only humming in response when Jaskier said good morning. Jaskier tried to make light conversation, to loosen Geralt up even a little, but it was met with grunts and silence.

If he’d thought the newfound praise and range of facial expressions were a surprise, this was whiplash. It was like being thrown back a decade, when he’d first decided to stick to Geralt like tar, before he would even call Jaskier by name. He did his best to give Geralt space, but he missed their banter and how Geralt had started holding Jaskier’s hand as they walked. Part of him wanted to lay into him, tear him a new one for telling him how to feel about his mother, but another part of him wanted to wrap around him and apologize profusely, both in words and gentle kisses. Even more than either of those, though, was the sinkhole of guilt in his chest over flippantly hitting Geralt right where it hurt most.

Finally, Jaskier couldn’t take it anymore.

They were sitting across the fire from each other, Geralt pointedly not looking at him as the sun sank below the trees.

“Geralt?”

“Hm.”

Jaskier took a slow breath before he continued, having told himself all day to keep his head on straight when he said his piece, “It’s not okay.”

Geralt just frowned at him.

“It’s not okay for me to treat something that hurt you so lightly,” he clarified, catching the slight upward twitch of his lover’s brow, “I don’t need to be thankful for someone who hurt me, either. But, I reacted poorly. I’m sorry for snapping. And upsetting you.”

Geralt set another branch into the fire, his eyes narrowed as he thought, “I didn’t… hm…” he frowned and chewed at his chapped lips as he pieced his words together, “I didn’t think she hurt you. I thought you were… griping about a strict rule.”

Jaskier breathed a sigh of relief at getting full sentence responses, “To be fair, I was. And putting my foot in my mouth.”

The corner of Geralt’s lips twitched up as he shook his head, “I’m sorry I shut down.”

“All’s forgiven,” Jaskier smiled, “I’m sorry I-”

“I know. Come here.” Geralt interrupted, holding a hand out to Jaskier as if to hold it over the fire. Jaskier took up residence across his lap instead, wrapping an arm around Geralt’s neck and laying his cheek on his shoulder, pressing his other palm to Geralt’s chest. Geralt held him securely in place and pressed a kiss to his forehead as he gently swayed, setting a soothing rhythm.

“I missed you today,” Jaskier whispered, not wanting to break the spell of calm over their little campsite.

“Don’t worry, I still thought you were cute.” Geralt chuckled, the low rumble under Jaskier’s palm soothing what was left of his worry.

“Oh good!” Jaskier chirped, loading his words with an extra helping of sarcasm, “Now I’ve had a taste of your honey-sweet words, I might never be able to live without them!”

Geralt cracked a grin as he ran a hand through Jaskier’s silky, fine hair, “We can’t have that.”

“Of course not,” Jaskier giggled, more from the giddy feeling of a lifted weight from his chest than their banter as he lifted his head to look down at Geralt.

The witcher pulled him in for a soft kiss, after all, Geralt was still Geralt. Actions would always come easier than words for him.

“I love you.” he sighed as their lips parted, only pulling away far enough to get a breath.

“I love you, too.” Jaskier grinned into the next kiss, holding Geralt close for the rest of the night.

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