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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 2 years

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You’re Home

we need a little levity, yeah? dont judge me its excessively self indulgent

CW: geraskier, modern au, roommates, pre relationship, domestic fluff, geralt doesn’t realize jask is home

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Jaskier had a blissful morning off work. He turned his alarm off the night before, changed his sheets, and even remembered to set the blinds how he liked them before going to bed so he would wake up to a soft sunny glow instead of blinding direct sunlight. His lie-in would be peaceful and comfortable come hell or high water.

Only in the morning, he woke in confusion, reaching out to slap at an alarm he thought was going off but was totally silent. As he blinked awake and ran his hands through his messy hair, he realized Geralt was playing music. Loud music. His roommate wasn’t usually a morning person, let alone a loud person in general, but then again Jaskier usually got his music playing first. Looking over at his clock once again, Jaskier realized it wasn’t all that early in the morning anymore.

He shrugged and made to scroll through his phone a bit before he gave in to the urge to pee and actually got up. After a few Green Day songs Scotty Doesn’t Know came on and Jaskier smirked. Of course, Geralt would be a grungy emo child. About halfway through the song, Jaskier thought he heard Geralt calling for him, but upon putting his phone down and tuning in, it was Geralt singing along. In the five or so months they’d lived together and years of knowing each other, Jaskier had never heard Geralt sing. He thought Geralt was one of those weirdos who just never sang.

Seizing the opportunity, Jaskier stealthily climbed out of bed and pulled his sweats on before poking his head out of his room. The song changed to Pressure by Paramore and Geralt’s voice continued crooning along if a key or octave lower than Miss Williams. He had a lovely voice, a little gravely like his speaking voice, but still clear and strong. Jaskier found himself grinning as he tiptoed down the hallway toward the kitchen/living area.

It sounded like Geralt was making breakfast during his concert, lost enough in his music that he didn’t notice Jaskier leaning against the archway watching him dance as he whisked eggs. American Idiot came on next and Geralt definitely spilled some eggs on the counter as he jumped and flailed his arms around yelling along. Jaskier’s heart almost hurt it was so cute, he wanted to kiss Geralt on a normal day, but the cute aggression may actually get him in trouble this time. I Just Wanna Live by Good Charlotte was next and Jaskier couldn’t take it anymore. Geralt dancing around their kitchen like a club in 2004 was just too much for his heart to take, let alone how much his cheeks hurt from smiling.

Instead of saying anything, Jaskier just calmly walked into the room and sat at their little breakfast bar, resting his chin on his hands and waiting patiently for Geralt to notice him. He watched him with the stupidest smitten grin on his face for at least two more songs, doing his best not to giggle or give himself away now that he was in clear view.

Geralt finally turned away from the stove in the middle of The Kill by Thirty Seconds to Mars and froze like a deer in the headlights. His eyes nearly bulged out of his skull and the plate full of a massive omelet almost fell right out of his hands.

“I didn’t know you could sing,” Jaskier mused, entirely unwilling and incapable of wiping the smitten smile off his face, still just staring back at Geralt.

Blinking and slowly setting the plate down on their counter, Geralt finally found some words, “You’re home.”

Jaskier nodded, “Mind pouring me a cup of coffee? Since you’re right there?”

Squinting but doing as he was asked, Geralt poured him a cup of coffee and even added his favorite creamer without prompting before setting it in front of him, “We don't need to talk about this… do we?”

“Talk about what?” Jaskier pauses just long enough to see Geralt relax before he grinned and muttered, “You’re adorable and you sound nice,” into his coffee.

Geralt’s nose scrunched up as he cut into his omelet and muttered, “Not adorable…”

“Oh, I beg to differ! That was extremely cute!” Jaskier laughed as Geralt folded his arms on the counter and bent down to hide his face in his arms, “I mean it!”

“Stoooop Jask,” Geral groaned, not able to hide the little laugh as hard as he tried.

“Absolutely not. That was cute and I will never tell you when I have a surprise day off again,” Jaskier insisted, reaching across the counter to steal a bite of his omelet as he spoke.

Still talking into his arms, Geralt’s muffled voice sounded downright miserable, “How long were you there?”

“Since Pressure? American Idiot? A long time.”

“You’re evil.”

“And you’re a fantastic cook. Can I have this if you’re just going to be very cutely embarrassed?” Jaskier reached for Geralt’s plate as he asked, not even caring if Geralt responded and hell-bent on stealing his food regardless.

“No,” Geralt snatched the plate out of his reach before he could grab it, earning him Jaskier’s full-power puppy eyes, “I’ll make you your own. This one has tomatoes in it anyway.”

Jaskier made a mental note to sob over a bottle of wine to Yen about how absolutely fucked he was, but he smiled and let himself enjoy it anyway. Geralt even started humming quietly as he cooked another omelet. No other lover would do for Jaskier, regardless of whether or not he ever told Geralt how he felt.

#geraskier #geraskier modern au #the witcher #the witcher fic #geraskier fic #the witcher modern au #geraskier roommates

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fontegagrilledcheese · 2 years

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Oh So Domestic

Witten for @thepassifloradiscord Team Bingo Challenge for the prompt Domestic.

Jaskeir looks up at the sound of the apartment door shutting and bags being set down in the kitchen. “What has my big bootied roommate found for us this time?” he shouts to Geralt.

He receives a huff in response and Geralt coming into the room with a rum cooler in hand for Jaksier. “Well I got the usual selection of the usual suspects and found some of these rum coolers I thought we could try, as the summer lake trip is coming up and I know you don’t prefer beer.”

Jaskier grins and leans up to take the drink and kiss Geralt's cheek. “Thanks love, you know me well. I have the projector just about set up and the powerpoints are actually all sent to me on time for once, so I just gotta get them pulled up. Do we know an eta for everyone? Its Lambs turn to bring food, so he should be here soon.”

Geralt nods and ruffles jaskiers hair before returning to fridge the drinks. “Yea Lambs texted before I came up and said he’d be here in ten. Everyone else confirmed they’d be here around 6:30, so I’d say we have a full house before the hours up.”

Jaskier nods. “Perfect.” he plugs in the last wire and starts up the projector before turning on the speaker and hooking up his party hosting playlist before going to help Geralt in the kitchen. “Now that's a sight for sore eyes.” he chuckles as he’s greeted with a full view of Geralt's rather juicy looking ass as he bends down to arrange the drinks in the fridge.

Geralt laughs and stands. “Just for that you owe me a drink.”

Jaskier sticks his tongue out at him but hands over his drink anyway. “These definitely have more flavor than the seltzers I'll give them that. But nothing on a true mixed drink. There's still that canned quality.”

Grealt has a sip and nods in agreement.

Not 5 minutes pass before there's banging on the door. “Let me in dickheads or I'm eating all the tacos!”

“That’ll be Lambert.” Jaskier laughs, going to let their friend in.

Lambert storms in with a massive box. “Tacos Lambert?” Geralt says, raising an eyebrow but clearing a spot for the giant box.

“You can’t tell me y’all aren’t tired of pizza. I thought I’d jazz it up this time for once.”

Jaskier follows with Aiden and another box of tacos. “You sure brought enough for an army.”

“Damn right we did. There will be no lack of food on our parts.” says Aiden, opening the box to sneak a taco. “These are some of the best tacos around though, Martinez really knows his stuff.”

As more of their friends start showing up, Geralt and Jaskier get in the swing of hosting as they always do, and once everyone has left and they stare at their oddly arranged furniture, Jaskier grins. “We could leave it for tomorrow?” he says, hip checking Geralt.

Geralt gives him a light glare, “if we do that it’ll never get fixed.”

Jaskier pouts, then sighs. “Fiiiiine we can fix it back, but first!” he bounces to the fridge to grab Geralt and him a drink. “Clean up alcohol.”

Geralt rolls his eyes but opens Jaskier’s can for him nonetheless before hip checking him back towards the living room. “Start packing the projector up while I try to remember what angle we had the couches at.”

#the witcher #geralt of rivia #Jaskier #geralt/jaskier #roommates au #lambert #aiden #the passiflora discord #cheese writes

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wyvernest · 10 months

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asks open! // rules

some of my fics are FLAGGED; if you can't see them, READ THIS

🔻MASTERLIST

> FICS (>1.5K word count)

🔻midnight cravings (smut)

miguel comes home late at night, needing a lot more than just sleep

🔻go easy on me (smut) part 1 // part 2

you've never had anyone bring you to the very heights of pleasure, and miguel changes that

🔻feast on me (smut)

you and miguel try something new, and he gets lost in the raw lust of enjoying every inch of your body

🔻hammock by the sea (fluff, suggestive)

you and miguel enjoy a sunny july afternoon on your honeymoon in a hammock

🔻tú eres mi vida (fluff, suggestive)

(aka hammock by the sea part 2)

with the opportunity of a suprise, miguel makes the most of your honeymoon

🔻 honeymoon love (smut, fluff)

(aka hammock by the sea part 3)

🔻for your eyes only (smut)

miguel has been overworking himself, and you buy a new lingerie set to help him release some stress

🔻shameless (smut, fluff)

part 1 // part 2 coming soon

you're worried that miguel might be better off with a spider-person, but he is eager to reassure you (and everyone else) that you're more than enough

🔻mating szn (smut) most liked fic!

part 1 // part 2

miguel comes home feeling extremely needy

🔻bright red lust (smut)

you attend a gala with miguel and tease him until he finally gets you to himself in his limo

🔻hands on you (smut)

miguel can't take his hands off of you in the club

🔻soft sex and grey sweats (smut, fluff)

miguel ft. grey sweatpants!

🔻 cocoon cuddles (fluff)

miguel comforts you after a rough day

🔻back massages (smut)

you give miguel the proverbial back massage and he returns the favour

🔻open arms | fantasy (the witcher) AU (smut)

miguel returns to the reader after months of wandering the Continent, and she welcomes him with open arms

🔻lo siento, mi alma (angst, fluff, comfort)

coming to miguel for comfort leads to a fight because of his work , but he is quick to make amends

🔻(headcanons) nurse!spider!reader x miguel (fluff)

🔻 aphrodite (fluff)

you start feeling self conscious right before your date, and miguel isn't having any of it

> IMAGINES

🔻 roommate!miguel imagine

🔻 neighbour!miguel imagine

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel ohara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel o hara #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara x reader one shot #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara x reader

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loki-is-my-kink-awakening · 5 months

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WIP tag game

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents (or as many people as you want). Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

Cracks knuckles. Okay.

Loki

Answer my prayer

Apology Kink IV

Are You Jealous? chapter 7

Choke Me?

Footplay in the TVA

It started with that hug

Kiss to give up control

Kiss where it hurts

Kiss on a scar or as an apology

Kiss to wake up or out of love

Post S1 Loki crying sex

Made in their image trans Mobius

Pie scene

Post S2

Riding Herd On chapter 3

The Binding of Loki

The end of all things

The Words I Could Not Say chapter 2

Timeslipping crying sex

Tuxes kiss

Witcher

Dominant kitten!Jaskier

Drunk maudlin!Jaskier

Fighter!Jaskier and Radovid

Foot fetish

Kiss for luck

Lips were made for extraordinary things

Paying no heed to what others say to sing

Prison roleplay

Radskier reunion

Sex worker!Jaskier

Spanking

They say, "Keep On Playing Nice."

Vamp!Jaskier amnesiac!Geralt

What He Deserves chapter 2

Wreck the prince

Stranger Things

I Need Your Discipline

Kiss where it hurts

Roommates

Scoops ahoy

Spanking

The Ghost of You

Midnight Mass

Club AU

Kiss out of jealousy or envy

Praying for Salvation chapter 13

Riley trunk

OFMD

Silky heat chapter 2

Tagged by the lovely @insert-witty-user-name-here @dewdropreader and @blackbirdofasgard

I haven't even counted how many wips I have, so tagging an inconcise number of writers and artists @dancingwiththefae @limerental @iwillbringyouruin @themanta @flawney @ptork66 @flightsfancy1 @misterkarchie @underthebluerain @rauchendesgnu @dapandapod @samstree @greyduckgreygoose @flordefandom @lgwilt @waterhorseyblues-ao3 @chaos-monkeyy @natendo-art @wolfpup026 @mobius-m-mobius @severeforever @mirilyawrites @cha-melodius @mimisempai @rins-love-wins @work-your-loki @cheshiredogao3 @artaxlivs @mojowitchcraft @kickassfu @kingeomer @jesskier @whataboutthefish @dreaminginpencil @unclewaynemunson @csinnamon-fox @lorifragolina

#lokius #geraskier #radskier #steddie #stizzy #priley #loki #mobius #geralt of rivia #jaskier #radovid #stede bonnet #izzy hands #riley flynn #monsignor john pruitt #my wips #wip tag

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kueble · 1 year

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I’m Fully Charged (Ready to Go)

This was written for the @witcher-bows-and-arrows prompt: Proposition.

This is also the start of something I’ve wanted to do for some time now. I’m making a D/s modern AU to play around in. It will start as friends with benefits, but you all know me, so that won’t last forever.

A lot of kinks are mentioned, but none of them are preformed, so I’m not tagging this post. Read the kinks below, please.

Mature, Warnings Kink Negotiation but no actual sex. Kinks mentioned: pitting, Cock warming, Feet, Slut shaming, Dirty talk, Breeding, Spanking, Collars, Biting, Lingerie, Praise kink. 2,800 Words

Geralt/Jaskier

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Sometimes it’s absolutely maddening to sit in his room with his headphones on while he knows full well what Geralt is getting up to in his room. They’ve been roommates ever since he and Yen finally got drunk and admitted they work better as friends, and Geralt never hid this side of him. But knowing his best friend - who he happens to be helplessly in love with - is on the other side of the apartment fucking someone? Sometimes that hurts.

It’s not like Jaskier has ever told Geralt how he feels, because they’re dreadfully incompatible. Geralt has his normal job down at the shop, and then he comes home and hangs up his jumpsuit for…a paddle or leather or whatever he wears. The thing is, as much as Jaskier knows Geralt is a dom with a few steady subs, he doesn’t actually know what they get up to.

Geralt doesn’t act ashamed of it, far from it, but he explained that anything he does with a partner is between the two of them. It’s not his place to share what happens inside his bedroom, and Jaskier respects that. Long gone are their college days where they would laugh and share crazy stories over Sunday morning diner breakfasts. Jaskier would never begrudge him privacy, but he can’t help feeling jealous over what he’ll never have.

Because Jaskier can never be what Geralt wants, as pathetic as that is. What dom wants a top? Jaskier has bottomed in the past - mostly to please his partners - but he definitely prefers topping. Not that it matters much these days, because his bedroom has been depressingly quiet ever since he and Valdo parted ways. Apparently dating one man while in love with another isn’t the best foundation for a relationship.

He feels like he could switch for Geralt, but he wouldn’t like it. A relationship built on completely changing something central to your sense of self isn’t going to last, and he desperately wants to spend the rest of his life with Geralt. Though the best he can hope for is friends anyway, since Geralt has made it clear he won't be dating anytime soon. As much as Jaskier gets along with Yen now, he kind of hates that she ruined that for him.

Jaskier sighs, hating this downward spiral of self-loathing. He takes his headphones off and doesn’t hear anything, so he feels it’s safe to venture out and find a snack to cheer himself up. It’s not like Geralt is ever super loud, but he’d rather be safe than sorry. There is absolutely no way he could continue on if he knew exactly what Geralt sounds like when he comes.

And with that thought, he steps out of his room and immediately makes eye contact with Liam. He’s sure he looks like a deer caught in the headlights, but he manages a tiny wave before Liam awkwardly nods at him and hightails it out of the apartment. Geralt is in his own doorway, the living room spread between them, and he frowns over at Jaskier.

Before he can duck back into his room, Geralt stomps over and moves into his space, leaning against the door frame like he owns it. He studies Jaskier for a long moment before speaking. “Why did you glare at poor Liam? You’ve never been rude before.”

“I didn’t glare,” Jaskier argues, realizing he probably did. “I was caught by surprise! You know I don’t care about what you do with your subs!”

“Well ever since Valdo dumped you, you’ve been more and more weird about it,” Geralt points out.

“First off, I broke up with him. And secondly, I am not weird about anything,” Jaskier says with a huff. Geralt raises an eyebrow at him and he sighs before conceding, “Fine, maybe he broke up with me.”

“Don’t lie to me,” Geralt growls, stepping closer. “We’ve never lied to each other. Now what is your problem lately?”

“Fine! I’m jealous!” he shouts stupidly before rushing to cover up his admission. “Because I can’t ever have what they have. I can’t be a sub, can’t explore that, ok? And I hate it.” Yes, blame it on being curious. Nothing suspicious here. Plus it’s a half-truth, anyway. He can’t ever be Geralt’s sub, and it’s eating him up alive.

“You…you want to try being submissive but you can’t? Why not? Did someone tell you that? Because that’s a horrible thing to say. Everyone should be free to explore whatever they want, even if it doesn’t end up being something they love,” Geralt rushes out, all signs of a fight draining out of him in favor of his usual protectiveness.

“Geralt,” Jaskier says with a sigh. “You know I prefer to top. So it wouldn’t work out. I’m simply not sub material.”

“You’re joking, right? Plenty of subs top. There’s a whole fucking name for it! You might be a service top and just not know it. Shit, we have to figure this out. If you’re not being properly cared for, how can you ever be happy?” Geralt asks, and the way he pouts is enough to get Jaskier to agree to anything. There’s a reason why Geralt is at his best when he’s seeing to someone else’s needs. He was born for it, the self-sacrificing bastard.

“Oh,” Jaskier mumbles, blinking stupidly at him. “No one told me, I just…I just figured I couldn’t? But I could? Maybe? With the right person you’re saying?”

“Of course! I’ll help you,” Geralt offers, sending red flags up everywhere. Jaskier’s brain wants him to stop this before it starts, because there’s no way he can explore this with Geralt and not let on that he’s completely in love with him, but his mouth moves too fast like it always does.

“I’d like that.”

“Awesome! I mean, we’ve never been shy before, right? Plenty of friends have sex and it doesn’t have to mean anything. You know I don’t do relationships after Yen, anyway. Too many things can go wrong. We’ll just keep things simple and everything will be awesome! We can have fun with it!” Geralt says, practically bouncing on his heels like a giant puppy.

“Of course! You’ll always be my best friend, and nothing will change that,” Jaskier agrees, even though there are warning klaxons going off in his mind like he’s in some retro Star Trek episode. There is absolutely no way this will end well. But then Geralt slings an arm around him and starts babbling about how many friends he’s made through his lifestyle and how he can’t wait to introduce them all, and Jaskier realizes he wants this, especially if sex is all he’ll ever get.

He can do this. Probably. Maybe.

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As Jaskier leans against the arm of the couch, looking over the top of his paper at where Geralt’s sitting in an armchair, he wonders is this real life?. Because even two days ago, he never would have imagined he’d be here, reading over a list of his roommate’s preferred kinks. Hell, he doesn’t even know what some of them are, but he’s trying not to let that show. There’s nothing a little confidence can’t overcome.

When Geralt came up to him yesterday and explained the whole process of listing and discussing what they’re into, he was a bit thrown by it. Sure, he knew Geralt didn’t just find his subs while wandering around, eyeing up anyone who might look secretly kinky, but he hadn't anticipated needing to be so open about his own desires. Sure, Geralt has walked in on a hook-up more than once, but it wasn’t like he was tied up or being spanked at the time.

There’s a small - maybe not so small - part of him that worries he won’t be enough for Geralt. He’s spent the last decade or so being the perfect best friend and never once showing that he feels anything besides friendship for Geralt. A lot of people are perfectly capable of doing the whole friends with benefits thing, and Jaskier desperately hopes he’s one of them.

All of a sudden, the silence seems so overwhelming that he simply has to open his mouth and spit out the first thing that comes to mind.

“Do you…are mine good?” Jaskier asks, throwing his confidence aside. He also feels a stupid that his list is half as long as Geralt’s. But Geralt nods sharply, flushing a little as he glances down at the sheet of paper in his hands.

“There are no good or bad kinks, but this is a lovely list,” Geralt tells him, and Jaskier feels an odd sort of pride over it. “I have to admit I’m kind of surprised to see slut-shaming on the list, though. You’ve never been shy about your exploits.”

“I really haven’t,” Jaskier agrees with a snort. “Though the thought of being called out for it? Being told I’m a slut? It just appeals to me. Sadly I’ve yet to find a partner who was into it.”

“Well I love talking filthy, and I’m happy to include some humiliation,” Geralt says with a wink. Jaskier crosses his legs, nearly bouncing in his seat at how intimate this is. He’s never just sat down and talked about things like this with his previous partners. Sure, there’d been a lot of checking in and giving consent, but usually not until they were already in the bedroom.

“I have to admit that I’m not entirely aware of all of yours, though?” Jaskier says, pursing his lips as he re-reads the list. Geralt has nearly twice as many kinks listed as he does, and some he’s never even heard of.

“Ask any questions you have, because the internet might not be the best place for info on some of these. Google tends to bring up some weird shit,” Geralt tells him, laughing as Jaskier cringes at him. He looks over the list Geralt’s has ticked off, scanning it as his pulse quickens. He has no idea why reading sexual acts is getting him so worked up, but it’s probably because all he can think of is how they might do these things together and he’s been in love with Geralt for ages.

“Spitting?” he asks, tilting his head as he waits for the explanation. Geralt flushes, chewing on his lip before answering.

“Yeah, basically just spitting?” he says, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. “Some people like getting spat on, and I like spitting. Could be in your mouth, on your body, on your hole.”

“You, uh, you’d spit on my hole?” Jaskier asks because he can’t think before he speaks. Jesus Christ, this is going to ruin him. Why did he think they could have a conversation like this without feeling awkward? But then Geralt smiles warmly at him, and he remembers they’re never awkward with each other. This will work because of who they are. Geralt has seen him at his worst, and he’s still here. What’s a little spit between friends?

“I know you’re not really into being penetrated, so it might not come to that, but yeah. I like spitting,” Geralt says with a shrug. Jaskier has no clue how he’s so put together, but he supposes being in the lifestyle for so long makes you comfortable with anything. He does have to admit that the thought of kneeling in front of Geralt and letting him spit into his mouth sounds fantastically filthy, and skin buzzes when he thinks about it.

“I could probably make a decent guess about breeding but…we’re both men so please explain it better?” Jaskier asks, biting his tongue to keep from looking too out of his element. Most of his experiences with breeding have been hoping he doesn’t knock anyone up, so he’s not sure how that can be sexy.

“Yeah, you definitely can’t get me pregnant,” Geralt says with a chuckle. “It’s more about the thought of it? Some people like to pretend they can and just talk about knocking me up and breeding me until it takes. Sometimes it goes hand-in-hand with comeplay, because things tend to get a bit messy.”

Jaskier thought about that for a long moment, pictured fucking Geralt and filling him up with load after load while telling him how good he would look all swollen and pregnant. He’s unable to hold back the shiver that runs through him and clears his throat before saying, “Better, er, better marks that down as a yes for me as well.” Geralt just beams at him.

“Again, not saying this list is final. They’re more like suggestions. Kinks can be explored, too. You might want to try something out because you don’t know if you like it or not. Sometimes people will try things their partner likes to make them happy. Just because I’m not excited about a certain thing, it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t be willing to do it if you are. Like feet? Not my thing usually, but you put it down so I’m willing to play around with it,” Geralt says. His face is steady, like he isn’t aware Jaskier is now picturing him sucking on his toes. He takes a deep breath and looks at the paper again.

“Cock warming? Like…heating it up? Wouldn’t that be up under temperature play?” Jaskier asks, knowing he’s probably wrong.

“No,” Geralt says with a soft laugh, “No, it’s when you just kneel down and hold someone’s cock in your mouth. Not to suck them off or anything, just to hold it, keep it warm while they do something else. Some subs enjoy it, because they can focus on just being a nice warm space for their dom. Again, we don’t have to try everything on my list. This is just to get to understand what we both might enjoy. Nothing is a make it or break it kink for me. The only thing that is non negotiable is aftercare. I’m not going to let you leave until I’m sure you’re alright.”

“Well that seems reasonable. So we uh, we seem to have a lot in common. Like spanking, collars, biting, lingerie, and praise. That’s good, right? Seems like we could work it out?” Jaskier asks, proud of himself for being so brave. One word from Geralt and this ends before it even starts. He feels bad for not admitting he’s in love with the man, but Geralt was clear this is a no-strings kind of thing. He’s been hiding his affection for years now, surely he can keep it a secret a little longer?

“Jaskier, you’re my best friend. I would never turn you down. Besides, who could be better to help you than me? We can easily keep things friendly and both get some fun out of it, too. So yeah, as soon as you get your test results back we can start,” Geralt says with a smile.

“Of course! Best friends who sometimes fuck. Totally going to be the coolest thing ever!” Jaskier chirps, hoping his excitement hides his traitor of a heart. Because if he can’t have all of Geralt? He’ll take what he can. He always has, hence their living situation.

“I should head out or I’ll be late to my weekly dinner with the boys, though. We’re good here, yeah?” Geralt asks. Jaskier completely forgot it was Thursday, and every week Geralt goes out for dinner with his brothers. He’s tagged along a few times before, but prefers to let the boys have time to themselves.

“Yeah, get out of here. I won’t wait up!” Jaskier says with a giggle. Geralt seems to accept that and stands up to get ready. Jaskier stays on the couch until he leaves, desperately trying not to think about how easily this could ruin everything between them. He has to keep himself from showing how much he cares. He just has to.

As soon as Geralt walks out the door, Jaskier shoves his pants down to his knees and palms himself through his briefs. His cock is embarrassingly hard, and there’s already a wet spot on the front of the fabric. He bucks up into his palm, grinding against it as tries and fails not to picture Geralt’s hand touching him instead.

He licks his hand before reaching in and wrapping it around himself. He imagines what Geralt might make him do, what names he might call him, how tight his ass will feel when he finally gets to fuck him. It’s over ridiculously fast, just a few rough strokes before he’s spilling over his own fist and making a mess of himself.

And as he sits there, panting and covered in his own come, he feels like that stupid dog meme. This is fine.

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ghostinthelibrarywrites · 1 year

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the moon will sing a song for me

The first of two chapters of my fic for @fandomtrumpshate is up! It's a gift for Kali, a modern with magic AU featuring werewolf!Jaskier, lots of pining, questionable taste in pizza toppings, and angst with a happy ending (in more ways than one.)

Relationship: Geralt/Jaskier

Rating: E

Warnings: none

Summary: When Jaskier returns after a full moon trapped in his wolf form, Geralt knows something is terribly wrong with his best friend and roommate—who Geralt may or may not have been pining over for the past decade. But as the days pass and Geralt, his fellow witchers, and Yennefer fail to figure out what's wrong with Jaskier, Jaskier starts to lose himself to the wolf. Can Geralt get him back before it’s too late?

You can read the first couple of scenes below or the whole thing here on AO3!

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"So, are you going to kill me?" the werewolf asks through a mouthful of pineapple and pepperoni pizza. There's a string of cheese hanging from his bottom lip.

"Do I need to kill you?" Geralt hopes he sounds less uncertain than he actually is.

Nothing about the call they received at headquarters an hour ago about a vicious werewolf on Hierarch Boulevard prepared him for this. Not because he found a vicious werewolf, but because he found a young man busking outside a pizza parlor, wearing a seasonally inappropriate flowered shirt and a pair of jeans with so many holes in them, they may as well have been shorts.

When the kid—he only looks a couple of years younger than Geralt’s age of twenty-three, but he has a baby face that makes Geralt think ‘kid’—realized that the man standing over him was a witcher, he seemed more resigned than terrified.

“If we’re going to do this, you’re going to buy me a slice of pizza first,” he said and bewildered, Geralt agreed. And somehow ended up buying him an entire pie.

Now, the werewolf shrugs. He's doing everything he can to look casual, though Geralt can smell his anxiety. "I sure hope not."

"We got a call that you were menacing people on Hierarch Boulevard."

The werewolf's eyebrows draw together. "Look, I know my cover of 'Don't Go Breaking My Heart' wasn't my best work, but calling it menacing seems like an overreaction."

“Hm.”

“First of all.” The kid raises his piece of pizza as if making a point. “You’ll notice that I was playing my guitar. That’s impossible to do in my wolf form. I’ve tried. Second of all, we’re two weeks from a full moon. Even a baby werewolf probably won’t lose control this time of month. I’m twenty. I’ve been able to control my shift since I was like fourteen. Third, if I was going to go berserk, I wouldn’t do it in my favorite busking spot. I have a rapport with all the local business owners and mauling people is bad for business.”

“Then why would someone call and report you?”

The werewolf lets out a laugh entirely devoid of humor. “My guess is that it was that fuck Earl de Stael. He’s my girlfriend’s other boyfriend. We’ve never gotten along and lately he seems to have a bug up his butt, thinking Victoria likes me more than him. Which she probably does, but he has a trust fund, which more than makes up for the lack of personality and the terrible taste in clothes."

“Hm,” Geralt says again, because he really doesn’t know what to say.

“So.” The werewolf grabs a fifth slice of pizza. “What’s it like, being a witcher?”

“Not sure yet,” Geralt says mildly. “Only got my certification six months ago.”

“Is it true that you’re like a super soldier?”

“I don’t know about that.” Geralt shrugs.

“I mean, they did something to you.” The werewolf gestures at his face with a pizza crust. “Unless you were born with golden, slit-pupiled eyes?”

“I wasn’t. My eyes were green.” Geralt isn’t sure why he says that, but the words just come out.

“Fascinating.” The werewolf wipes his mouth on his sleeve. “So, am I your first werewolf?”

“No.”

“Did you buy the last one pizza?”

“No, I killed her.”

The werewolf’s heartbeat picks up and his eyes flick towards the door. “Ah.”

Geralt grimaces. “She had killed one person and was an active danger to three others. I had no choice.”

And he still threw up afterwards.

The werewolf smells afraid and Geralt hates that. The hardest thing about waking up after the Trials was suddenly being able to smell how scared everyone was of him. He tries to sound gentle, or as gentle as he can sound with his fucked up, gravelly voice, as he says, “Look, I’m not going to kill you. From what I can tell, the most monstrous thing about you is your taste in pizza toppings.”

The werewolf’s relief morphs into outrage, his mouth dropping open to reveal a ball of chewed up cheese, bread, and meat. “What in Melitele’s name is wrong with my taste in pizza toppings?”

“Pineapple and pepperoni?”

“The sweetness of the pineapple and the spiciness of the pepperoni—”

“No.”

“Just try it.” The werewolf shoves the tray of pizza at him. “It will change your life.”

“Hm.”

“Come on.” Blue eyes twinkle at him with mirth. They’re pretty blue eyes, Geralt can’t help but notice. “Do you trust me?”

“I’ve known you for fifteen minutes.” But Geralt takes a slice of pizza. Because he’s hungry and a little curious. Not because of the blue eyes.

“What do you think?” The werewolf sits forward.

“It tastes like shitty pizza with pineapple and pepperoni on top.” Geralt drops the rest of his slice back on the tray.

“So amazing?”

Geralt only grunts in answer.

The werewolf puts a hand over his heart. “How disappointing to learn that my new best friend has shit taste in pizza.”

“We’re not friends.”

“You saved my life. Well, spared it. I think that makes us friends.”

Geralt wants to say that the werewolf’s life was never in any danger, that no witcher he knows would have walked up to an innocent person who wasn’t even in wolf form and killed them. But then he thinks of some of the older witchers he’s met—like fucking Varin—and rethinks that. “I don’t even know your name. We can’t be friends if I don’t know your name.”

“Well, that’s easy enough to fix,” the werewolf says. “I’m Jaskier.”

***

Ten Years Later

The house is always too quiet on full moons.

When Geralt and Jaskier first moved in together eight years ago, it took Geralt months to adjust to all the noises his new roommate made. He and Jaskier had been friends for just over two years at that point, but Geralt had still been taken off guard by the sheer volume of noise that Jaskier could make. He even brushed his teeth loudly and his snores kept Geralt awake every night until he invested in a white noise machine and a pair of noise-canceling headphones.

But over the years, Geralt has grown so accustomed to the noise that the silence that greets him when he steps through the front door may as well be a roar. He’s used to coming home from his hunts to the sounds of Jaskier puttering around the kitchen on a mission to make late night pancakes, strumming on his guitar, or snoring in front of the TV. He always waits up for Geralt to come home from his hunts—or tries to, at least—even after all these years.

“If I go to bed before you get home, how will I know if you’ve had your insides torn out by a wyvern and are lying in a ditch somewhere?” Jaskier demanded the last time Geralt told him that the waiting up was unnecessary.

“That was one time.”

“Oh, you’ve only been disemboweled one time. How silly of me, I won’t worry anymore.”

The silence of the house is broken by a meow as Roach comes to greet Geralt, tail twitching in irritation at the indignity of being left alone for hours.

“Hey, girl.” Geralt scoops her up, scratching under her chin. “How’s it been?”

Roach meows at him again. She never likes full moons either.

“I know,” Geralt says. “He’ll be back in the morning.”

That earns him an unimpressed look. Geralt almost reminds her that he’s the one who found her in the basement of a wraith-haunted abandoned house when she was just a tiny ball of fluff and brought her home to nurse her back to health, and then remembers that arguing with his cat that she should love him more than she loves his roommate probably isn’t a good sign. Anyway, he can’t begrudge Jaskier Roach’s love; his friend is far too lovable for anyone’s good, including Geralt’s.

Geralt carefully puts that thought out of his mind as he makes his way into the kitchen, Roach tucked under one arm. If Jaskier were here, he would be peppering Geralt with questions about tonight’s alghoul hunt, fussing over Geralt’s nonexistent wounds, and complaining loudly about the stench of necrophage that lingers on his armor. Geralt tries not to pay attention to the pang of regret in his belly as he heeds Roach’s pitiful meows and adds some fresh wet food to her half-full food bowl.

He checks the fridge to make sure they have enough eggs, then takes a rib-eye steak out of the freezer to defrost. When Jaskier comes home around dawn, exhausted and smelling like rabbit blood, Geralt will have breakfast waiting for him so Jaskier can wolf down an entire steak, a dozen eggs, and a pile of toast before going to bed to sleep off his full moon hangover. Geralt will spend the day curled up in bed with him, keeping him warm and comfortable.

If Jaskier were part of a pack, he would spend his full moon gamboling around the woods with his fellow werewolves and spend the day after collapsed in a puppy pile with his packmates. But Jaskier doesn’t have that. He spends his full moons alone and the day after, all he has is Geralt. While Jaskier usually is usually sanguine about his estrangement from the Novigrad and Lettenhove packs, it always seems to weigh on him in the days after the full moon. It’s the least Geralt can do to try and ease his loneliness.

Roach meows at him again and Geralt realizes he’s been staring out the sliding glass door at the woods behind their house, watching for a glint of blue eyes in the dark. He looks down to find his cat staring up at him in clear judgment. “Fuck off,” he tells her. “You miss him too.”

With an irritable twitch of her tail, she returns to her food and Geralt heads down the hall to wash the alghoul blood out of his hair before he goes to sleep. Dawn—and Jaskier—will be here before he knows it.

***

Geralt wakes to sunlight streaming through the window and Roach stepping on his face. He groans as he relocates her to the pillow, glancing at the clock to see that it's well past 8 AM. It takes him a moment to realize what’s wrong with this picture: the sound of the sliding glass door in the kitchen should have woken him hours ago when Jaskier returned home. Jaskier is never sneaky, especially when he’s clumsy with exhaustion the morning after a full moon.

“Fuck.” Geralt stumbles out of bed and across the hall to Jaskier’s room. He’s unsurprised to find the door ajar and Jaskier’s bed still empty, the blue and yellow comforter crumpled on the floor, just like it was the night before. Jaskier’s scent of eucalyptus and mint is present, but faint. He didn’t sleep here last night.

There are plenty of good reasons that Jaskier may not have returned home last night, Geralt tells himself, even as his sense of unease grows. Maybe he met another lone wolf last night and they’re off somewhere, cuddled together as they sleep off the moon’s effects. It wouldn’t be the first time Jaskier has forgotten to tell Geralt when he was going off with some new paramour.

But lone wolves like Jaskier are vulnerable, both to trophy hunters and to other werewolves. Jaskier has no pack to protect him if he gets into trouble. Hell, Earl de Stael alone has tried to kill him at least a half a dozen times in the past decade. The thought of Jaskier in a hunter’s snare or falling under another werewolf’s claws sends a nauseous feeling crawling up Geralt’s throat. Not panic. Witchers don’t get the luxury of panic.

A scratching noise from the kitchen distracts him from his not-panic. Heart pounding a bit too hard than a witcher’s should, Geralt hurries down the hall to the kitchen and finds Roach standing at the sliding glass door, meowing insistently. There’s a bear-sized wolf with brown fur and bright blue eyes standing on the back porch, panting in clear agitation. Geralt only occasionally sees Jaskier in his wolf form, because Jaskier rarely shifts outside of full moons, but he would know those blue eyes anywhere. He can see the fear in them.

“What the fuck, Jaskier?” Geralt slides the door open and immediately winds up with a face full of fur as Jaskier jumps up, nosing at his face insistently. Geralt stumbles back under the unexpected weight and Jaskier backs off, whining apologetically. His ears are pinned back and his tail is tucked between his legs. Even trying to make himself look as small as possible, he takes up most of their tiny kitchen.

“What happened?” Geralt runs his fingers through Jaskier’s fur, searching for signs of injury. There’s a bit of dried blood crusted around his mouth, but that more than likely belongs to whatever forest critter was Jaskier’s dinner last night.

Jaskier only whines in response.

“Why are you still a wolf?” Geralt asks.

Big blue eyes stare up at him mournfully.

A horrible thought occurs to Geralt. “Can you not shift back?”

Jaskier shakes his massive head from side to side.

Geralt knows that young werewolves often have this problem. Jaskier likes to laughingly tell the story of shifting into wolf form in his middle school bathroom after a pretty girl asked for his number and not being able to shift back for the rest of the day. But Jaskier isn’t a pimply preteen, but a thirty year old man. Outside of a full moon, he should be in perfect control of his shift. Most of the time, the only signs that he’s not perfectly human are his penchant for extra-rare meat and his superhuman stamina (which Geralt has only heard about secondhand.)

“Did someone do something to you?” Geralt demands.

Jaskier whines and shakes his head again.

Geralt has a thousand other questions, but Jaskier can’t answer any of them right now and seems to be growing more agitated by the minute. Running what he hopes is a soothing hand down Jaskier’s back, Geralt says, “It’s going to be okay, Jask. I’ll call Yenn. Whatever happened, she can help us sort it out.”

***

“What the fuck have you gotten into now, Jaskier?” Yennefer demands, arms folded over her chest in clear disapproval.

From the wreckage of what was once their couch—it turns out that the couch they picked up at a yard sale six years ago wasn’t structurally sound enough to support the weight of a full-grown werewolf leaping onto it—Jaskier grumbles.

“Don’t start,” Yennefer snaps. “I just had to get up early the morning after a full moon for this.”

Normally, Geralt is amused by Jaskier and Yennefer’s bickering. When he first met Yennefer, she and Jaskier couldn’t stand each other. By the time he and Yennefer broke up, she and Jaskier were such good friends that Geralt was a little worried that Jaskier would choose her friendship over his. But he and Yennefer managed to make it through their breakup and become better friends than they ever were lovers, and now she and Jaskier meet up for brunch every other weekend. They bicker constantly, complain about each other endlessly, and would both happily kill anyone who so much as looked at the other one wrong—including Geralt, he often suspects.

But Geralt can’t find any amusement right now, not when Jaskier still looks so frightened. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him. I don’t think he can shift back.”

Yennefer frowns down at Jaskier.

“Can you fix this?” Geralt hears the thread of desperation in her own voice.

“You’re assuming there’s something to fix.” Yennefer walks over to the werewolf, putting a hand on his snout. Jaskier closes his eyes and leans into the touch. Her expression softens. “I’m going to have to look into your mind, Jaskier. I’m not going to see something that will scar me for life, will I?”

Jaskier huffs.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” But Yennefer still slides her hand up to rest on top of Jaksier’s head and closes her eyes. Geralt’s medallion starts to hum around his neck while she works her mind-reading magic. He tries not to look visibly impatient as he watches the two of them for what feels like an eternity.

Finally, Yennefer steps back and Geralt asks, “What did you see?”

“Nothing.” She frowns down at Jaskier. “He doesn’t know why this has happened and neither do I. If there’s a curse on him, it’s subtle enough that I can’t detect it. He has no memory of being attacked. He’s not injured. There’s no explanation that I can figure out.”

“Then how do we fix it?” Geralt’s voice comes out rougher than he intends.

Jaskier whines, ducking his head.

Yennefer shoots Geralt a sharp look. “Of course I’m not going to let you stay a wolf, Jaskier. You’re coming with me to the Conclave at Thanedd next month, remember? I can’t tolerate that many sorcerers without you there to scandalize them.”

Jaskier makes an annoyed grumbling noise.

“What’s he saying?” Geralt asks.

“He says he’s more worried that he’s going to miss his gig with Priscilla on Friday night,” Yennefer says. “Maybe he was cursed by someone who wants to have a nice night out without listening to his warbling.”

Jaskier barks and Yennefer reaches over to scratch his nose, which causes him to huff, even as he leans into it.

“So what do we do?” Geralt asks. “If it’s most likely not a curse, how do we turn him human again?”

Jaskier whines softly into Yennefer’s hand and she frowns, all the humor leaving her face.

“What’s wrong?” Geralt demands.

Yennefer hesitates, then shakes her head. “Nothing. He’s just being his dramatic self.” Pulling away from Jaskier, she turns to Geralt. “I’ll see if I can find a spell to safely force a shift. In the meantime, I’m sure there’s someone in the Novigrad Pack who will know something.”

“You’re assuming we can find someone in the Novigrad Pack that will help us,” Geralt says and Jaskier barks an agreement.

“Wave your swords around if you have to. Most people find that sufficiently motivating.”

Geralt is about to argue, then notices Jaskier looking at him with big, worried eyes. He knows he’ll wave his swords at whoever he needs to if it means hearing Jaskier’s voice again and seeing his eyes spark with laughter instead of worry. With a sigh, he crosses the room to kneel down in front of his friend, leaning his forehead against Jaskier’s. He doesn’t even complain when Jaskier licks him on the chin, even though his breath smells like dead rabbits and worse things.

“We’ll figure this out, Jask,” he murmurs, burying his fingers into soft brown fur. “We’ll fix this, I promise.”

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Read the rest on AO3!

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #ghost's fic #ghost's writing

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gotham-bird · 9 months

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In a Modern!AU of The Witcher, I’m 100% positive that Jaskier would have a TikTok account.

5% of his videos is song bits, ranting about random things, and talking about how cute Roach the Cat is.

The other 95% is him following Geralt around their shared apartment (cuz of course they’re roommates), running a Steve Irwin style commentary of a grumpy Geralt doing completely mundane everyday things.

At the best, Geralt ignores him, stares at him blankly, or distracts him with Roach the Cat.

At the worst it escalates to physical force.

He’s been punched once or twice on camera.

He has no regrets.

#the witcher #jaskier #witcher geralt #geralt of rivia #headcanon

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lunarfortune · 1 month

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im totally normal (lie) so heres a list of gunblaze au's just for fun

skinline au's

• ruined/runeterra

the one that started it all. based primarily after the global harrowing in which both sarah fortune and shyvana were under viego's influence. with demacia and bilgewater both reeling in the wake of the ruination, jarvan temporarily sends shyvana to bilgewater for her own protection as demacia rebuilds, because captain fortune is the only one willing to take in the dragon who turned her flame on her countrymen

(because sarah, too, understood what it was like to be controlled by the mists)

eventual throuple verse with katarina.

TAH HAS A FIC. BTW. IF U CARE.

• lunar beast miss fortune/hexplorer shyvana

i like to think that hexplorers are able to travel to different universes in the search of treasure (especially since multiple universes are hinted in several hexplorer splash arts), so this one is hexshyv dropping by during a lunar parade and sarah knows a cute "i just recently discovered im queer" gal when she sees one. sarah winds up accompanying shyv on her travels, maybe they also get married. for insurance purposes of course.

to cope with shyv usually bearing Too Much human in her designs and never enough of her draconic heritage i usually headcanon her with additional reptile-aligned aspects, so i think of hexshyv as akin to geckos regarding her skin texture and stuff

occasionally throuple verse with project kat

also related: lbmf/hexshyv/battle bunny miss fortune

shenanigan purposes. sarah flirts with herself in LoR if a copy of herself is played to the opponent's board so like. of course she would hit up alternate versions of herself. bbmf Also thinks hexshyv is very cute

• star guardian miss fortune/dark star shyvana

ripped away from her team during a battle into a black hole, sarah eventually comes to in a dead space with a massive star devouring dragon

• porcelain miss fortune/immortal journey shyvana

still cooking but thinking thoughts

• gun goddess miss fortune/super galaxy shyvana

whats a dragon with a dragon mech to do when one of the most dangerous bounty hunters of the universe decides you've caught her interest

"why does the dragon have a mech" do you know how big space is. do u expect her to fly through that on her own. the mech is just super convenient

• broken covenant miss fortune/arclight shyvana

still cooking, frankly trying to force myself to like broken covenant djkhsghjs

misc au's

• coven miss fortune/old god shyvana

indulgent bc these skins dont exist and i frankly dont trust riot to do old god shyv and Not just make her a conventionally attractive woman with minimal draconic aspects as per usual. shyv is a dormant god resurrected by sarah

• musicverse

modernverse with sarah as a singer thats sponsored by evelynn kda. throuple verse with kat

shyv and kat are roommates who encounter sarah as an up and coming singer at a club and have a. messy. relationship with her that she struggles to repair later

• egirl

modernverse. sarahs a streamer lmfao. shyv likes to play just dance :) throuple verse with kat.

could also be same verse as activate/captivate/annihilate but thats up to tah, idc either way

• siren

sarah being a siren very heavily based off the ones in the witcher but without the monster form bc i think conventionally attractive woman using her looks to lure in prey but her true form being monstrous is kinda boring and maybe sarah should just be fangy and dangerous while Also being pretty yknow. shyv is still a fire drake and happens to catch sarah by mistake while hunting the local waters, and well, sarahs not immune to flirting with fellow gal predators

#was trying to save this as draft between mobile and desktop and it just. posted early. cool website.#anyway twirls hair #gunblaze

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herbalinz-of-yesteryear · 1 year

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If it isn’t me finally getting a master post together:D

I came to Hellsite after the great purge for the Witcher fandom, stayed for wholesome and awesome birbs. Currently in Star Wars hyperfixation. Gamer. I try not to shitpost too much but no guarantee 👾 When I remember, I post fic updates and deposit sketches and illustrations. I have a calico roommate (so there be cat sometimes). You can commission me for small doodles if you like my stuff, scroll down for rates.

Witcher

Fanfics still being updated:

Half Moon, Full Circle. A one-shot of Regis. Angst and unresolved feelings, with a bit of Sapkowski-esque smut.

Seeking Resonance. Modern AU within-universe. University AU. Reader fic. Professor Regis. Bittersweet. Fluff. Fix-it-ish. I love how it made people feel good feelings :3

Blood of Emerald. Maybe-biting-off-more-than-I-could-chew fic. Epic fantasy with a dash of death and romance. Lara Dorren legends brainrot. Cerro's pov. WIP/>>>

Twelve Quarters: to the Westward Winds. A collection of shorts. Pov Lara Dorren. WIP/>

诺维格瑞的雨燕. Translation of dear @jawanaka 's Empress Ciri fic.

Star Wars

Await the Dawn. OC fic! Angst with an HE. Mature themes. Lots of fighting, injuries. Toxic relationship. Slow burn. 18+. Multiple povs. WIP/>>>>

Fic cover slash fanart in comic book style (ish) here.

Art commission "Longing" by the crazy talented artist Na ily (x).

the stars are not here. Kilindi x Maul (&), before the Gora and the aftermath. Teens being teens as much as their circumstances allowed. First Crush. Light Angst. Light Fluff.

My attempt at Kilindi portrait (x).

Project Maultifaceted - Voice. My notes on Maul from his canon and non-canon novels.

Happy (questionably) Maul. Notes from novels.

Project Maultifaceted - Relationships. Notes from novels and comics.

Cyberpunk 2077

The Path of Aloneness. Takemura one-shot. Angst. (you might have noticed a theme here...)

I do have a Ko-fi :D Got it a long long time ago and now I'm slowly putting fandom-ish stuff up there. You can get me a wee cup of coffee (do I run on caffeine? 69% of the time cue 'is fine' dog with burning house). You can also support me by commission me something.

#master post #personal #ko fi support #artists on tumblr #writers on tumblr #readers on tumblr #fanfiction #fanart #cyberpunk 2077 #star wars #the witcher saga #signal boost #is appreciated #digital drawing

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disdaidal · 7 months

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🍱, 🍛, 🥮 for this bad boy and 🔪, 📌, ❤️, 🖊 for this one! <3

Ohh, Melia, you are spoiling me tonight! 💜💕

🍱 Do you read your own fics?

Recently, I've been reading my own fics more and found it quite enjoyable (self-indulgent stuff enjoyable? who'd have thunk?), but there was a time I avoided doing it as much as possible. 😅 I didn't want to go through my own stuff just to get to cringe at all the typos and mistakes I'd possibly-and surely-have made. 🙈

🍛 Have any comments, tags or reactions to one of your fics every made you laugh or cry or both?

I haven't gotten that many comments to my fics overall, but a couple of comments were left that made me grin like an idiot. 😁 I miss that feeling.

🥮 Do you have any writing milestones you're working toward?

I was actually supposed to answer this question in this reply, but had apparently mistook the emoji for another. 🙈 Anyway, my current Witcher/Gallahir wip that I've been writing for a while now (and talked plenty of about recently) is probably something akin to that. I've written it a lot, I'm still actively working on it and I can hardly wait to finally post chapter one on ao3- which I hope will be soon. So, yeah. :D I don't know if it's going to be anything special but to me it has been pure joy writing it so far, so I hope it will be that also to those who ship it with me.

🔪 Fuck marry kill 3 tropes (asker’s choice of tropes).

You didn't give me any tropes to fuck marry or kill, soooo~

Soulmate AU - Fuck. I swear I can never get enough of it. Two souls being bound to each other and stuck with each other. Usually comes packaged with Hurt/Comfort, which I absolutely also can never get enough of.

Mutual Pining - Marry. There is a reason why I love bringing this into my own writing. I just love reading about two people having feelings for each other, but they're so dumb and awkward it almost hurts (except it doesnt, it makes me giddy).

Mpreg - Kill. Okay, so, while I have read a few of these actually (:D) and while I do enjoy the omegaverse stuff in general, I usually lose my interest very quickly the point they start bringing kids into the scenery. It's just not for me I guess. D:

📌 If all your fics/WIPs fell off a ship and were drowning (go with it), and you could only save one, which would it be?

I would save my current Roommates AU. :P I've written so much of it already, why would I suddenly want it to drown??? I'm willing to sacrifice everything else to save it. *cries*

❤️ Who is your favorite character to write for and why?

With ST, Billy has been my obvious choice because I relate to his anger issues, being an older sibling etc. Writing him just felt so natural at times, it almost felt scary.

With Gallahir, I seem to keep switching sides because I guess I find both characters a little relatable in their own ways. Or then I just project a lot onto them, heh.

And since I remember last writing Valeveira (RE3) before these two (again I didn't publish shit), I found Jill quite relatable as well. She's very focused and goal-oriented to the point of neglecting everything else in her life (relatable), and she can be also a sarcastic hard ass, which I also found quite relatable, haha, so yeah.

#thanks for the ask!#hotdadlicense #fic writer asks #<333 #replies #oh gosh it's 4am in the morning i should probably sleep #i gotta wake up for work around 8 :P

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dahliavandare · 10 months

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I saw @dapandapod ‘s WIP to work on poll, and it looked like fun, so here are various fics that I have started in my writing folder. Tell me which one most grabs your interest, and reblog so more people will see it.

I’m DahliaVanDare on AO3 too.

#writing fanfic #fanfic #writing poll #jaskier #the witcher #geralt of rivia #sokka #atla zuko #sokka/zuko #merlin/arthur #aiden/lambert #atla hakoda #bato/hakoda #good omens #atla

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facewithoutheart · 1 year

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WIP Tag Game

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

Thanks for the tags @aristocratic-otter, @aroace-genderfluid-sheep, @chen-chen-chen-again-chen & @imagineacoolusername plus anyone who’s participated because I can’t resist sending asks on these.

In case y’all didn’t know I’m a WIP slut. I can’t say no to starting a new fic. This game did force me to sort out some mess though… I will warn you some of these are duds lol.

Snowbaz

Bad Wolf aka Blue Lace (CW: noncon)

Bagatha

Blame It On The Spray sequel

Christmastreeville Remains

CORB-On Love’s Light Wings

cowfic

Dance Fic

Dev. 7 Devotion

EGF: Daddy Shirt

Football American AU

Hallmark AU: Snow For Christmas

Hurt Me Hurt Marta

I’m Coming Back For You

in after death

Indiana Snow

Natasha Revenge

Resort Christmas

Santa Baby

Dragon

Face paint

Lube Never Expires

My Merciful End

The Real Ending (is the one we write ourselves)

Two Roommates and a Baby

Wanting

Captive Prince (Lamen)

Rules of the Game

Wangxian

10 Things I Hate About Wuxian

Original Fiction

COTTA

Cozy Fantasy

Fake Dating AU

Missed Connections

Operation Crownfall

Space Enemies to Lovers

Tempest

Witcher AU

Would you believe me if I said this wasn’t all of them? 🙄😒

I legit cannot remember who has been tagged soooo tagging some peeps who I don’t think I’ve seen play?? @ivelovedhimthroughworse @ileadacharmedlife @yellobb @yeonjunenby @martsonmars @ic3-que3n @johnwgrey @stitchyqueer @creepyspice

#wip #ask game

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touchmycoat · 1 year

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the Witcher fic recs (Nov 2022)

look I've seen at most 4 and a half episodes of the Netflix series, read two chapters of the first book, and seen three stills from the games. This is very much a fandom-first engagement for me. That being said I was talking to roommate about how much we love and miss fic rec lists, hence.

The Road Not Taken by sospes

Summary: Jaskier comes across an injured witcher in a backwoods town, months after the events of the dragon hunt. It all just sort of escalates from there.

Read this all in one breath; Eskel & Jaskier friendship, Lambert/Jaskier one-night-stand, Geralt's emotional constipation refuses to be relieved until close to the end. Love the Jaskier characterization where he's hurt but practical but vulnerable but capable. So well done, and I would rec the author's other fics too: the tattoo fic, the Jaskier gangbang series, this noncon fic, the wolf!Jaskier fic, etc.

lessons in mouse-catching by foghornjazz

Summary: They say cats have nine lives, but truthfully Jaskier has long lost count of his. Jaskier has always been very good at playing pretend. It gets harder after Geralt’s harsh words on the mountain. It gets harder still when he has to save a rogue Wolf and his Child Surprise from Nilfgaard’s gathering forces.

Dear god, immortal!cat witcher!Jaskier with all the delicious torture whump that this set-up necessitates. Very much a plot fic, super fucking well-written and haunting and kept me on my toes 'til the end—the reveal with the lake really took me out at the knees and had me weeping. Aiden!! Thematic!! Character arcs!! Cannot rec this series enough. Author also has a wonderful EMT!Geralt disaster!Jaskier fic and a delightful football!AU.

Too Much by kalamatri

Summary: Jaskier has always known he loves in a way that is too much. He gives too much of himself, and wants too much in return. Post mountain break-up, Jaskier starts to doubt his value, attempts to drink Novigrad dry and makes the biggest mistake of his life: getting back with his abusive shit of an ex, Valdo Marx.

Buddy, oh fucking boy. You wanna talk about the abusive relationships tag. You wanna talk about a well-paced and devastating descent into emotional, physical, financial, and sexual abuse and then the well-paced and devastating ascent back out. You wanna talk about a fic that blew my fucking mind. I love Lambert in this and how specific his dynamic is with Jaskier. Jaskier gets absolutely fucked up but makes his way back to life, he fucking survives. This fic is so goddamn good.

Emissary by Janekfan

Summary: The way north is being cleared for Geralt and Ciri. Geralt has to reconcile with some new truths about Jaskier.

viper witcher!Jaskier, in which even Geralt buys into age-old prejudice at first. The physical manifestation of the emotional angst is blistering, and I love that getting to Kaer Morhen wasn't the fix-all.

Soap, and the Scents of Home by round_robin

Summary: “Come to Kaer Morhen with me,” Geralt mumbled against Jaskier's neck. “Next winter, come with me.” He sat up, hoping Jaskier might see the earnest request in his eyes.

PORN REC. This whole series is just, chef's kiss. Fics where Jaskier develops relations with every witcher is my bread and butter, especially where touch-starved witchers are involved. Special shout out to the way this fic made me so hot under the collar with Geralt just openly banging Jaskier in the hot springs under the guise of "there's no privacy anyway," pretty much daring Eskel and Lambert to take some for themselves, hello.

Kill Me Softly by safiraneo

Summary: Jaskier isn't exactly happy to dig himself out of his own grave. In fact, he'd very much like to go back in it. Unfortunately, Destiny has other plans.

Dark humor with dead!Jaskier. Eskel takes him back to Kaer Morhen to figure out how to kill him permanently. I grinned and groaned at Geralt the entire way through.

for the rest of my lifelong days by twitcher

Summary: "Goddess," Jaskier says quietly, almost privately, except that his lips hover temptingly close to Eskel's. "You do look just like him, if it wasn't for—" "The disfigured maw?" Eskel adds helpfully, out of habit if nothing else. Jaskier puts a gentle hand on his cheek—the scarred one, gods save his soul—and Eskel leans into the touch involuntarily, like a dog starved for affection. "I was going to say the hair," Jaskier finishes with a hint of kind amusement, and winks.

Short-ish threesome fic that goes through all the emotional beats I want~ I've read a lot of fics that overdo the terms of endearment but this one works for me, I'm very very endeared, and I like the Eskel focus.

a soldier (who carries a mighty sword) by ghostinthelibrary

Summary: Fifteen years after Kaer Morhen became an independent city state and refuge for non-humans, Geralt— who somehow got elected its leader, despite his best intentions— is bewildered when King Vizimir of Redania suggests an arranged marriage between Geralt and his nephew. Eskel is a simple witcher who just wants to live out his retirement from the Path with Geralt. So when his lover gets betrothed to some Redanian viscount, Eskel dons a human disguise and decides to get away from Kaer Morhen for a while. Jaskier has no interest in becoming the husband of the infamous White Wolf; he just wants to be a bard. When he flees the guards escorting him to Kaer Morhen, he’s lucky enough to run into Eskel, a hunter who agrees to escort him to safety. But after only a few days in Eskel’s company, he’s half in love. When Jaskier is forced to go to Kaer Morhen to escape a bounty on his head, he finds the city nothing like the nest of monsters he expected. Meanwhile, Jaskier is nothing like what Geralt and Eskel expected.

Who doesn't love identity hijinks? The set-up is delicious; I'm obsessed with the "oh this man who saved me who is my hero at no benefit to himself is actually the lover of the lord I'm meant to marry, ah, he just wanted me out of the way" reveal that's not actually true but also not not-true enough. The whole series is very well-done!

A history of dragons in popular culture by deputychairman Innermost Depths by bomberqueen17

These two get recced together because they take on the same concept: where Yennefer & Jaskier become drinking buddies after the dragon hunt breakup bitch about Geralt and accidentally on purpose sleep together and instead of playing Despacito he writes a song for her not to make Geralt jealous you understand!

Yennefer/Jaskier makes me feel all sorts of things and these have such good dynamics.

The Path Ahead by EvanHart

Summary: Geralt knows almost immediately that he’s made a mistake when he sends Jaskier away on that godforsaken mountain. He just doesn’t wholly understand why, and by the time he does it’s too late to change things. Instead, he goes and finds Ciri, and together they find Yennefer, and only then does he realise he needs to find Jaskier, too. He hadn’t counted on Nilfgaard finding him first.

The Nilfgaard torture fic where Geralt refuses to believe Jaskier has anything more than a childish infatuation with him (despite 20 years on the road). He hears "Her Sweet Kiss" and kind of goes through it. Yennefer portals "somewhere safe" and that's apparently into Jaskier's care. A classic & well-executed genre of Witcher fic.

A Tale of Two Bards (and also a Witcher) by ForestWren

Summary: Maglor has been wandering the shoreline for literal millennia. He hadn't heard another voice in almost as long. He is, understandably, quite disoriented when a loud human interrupts his perfectly peaceful brooding. After the disaster of the Dragon Hunt, Jaskier goes to the coast on his own. Things don't really go as planned, but who cares? Peace is overrated anyway. In which there are language barriers, found family, guilt crises, several long-overdue realizations, and, eventually, a very confused Geralt.

Silmarillion fans will get a lot more out of this fic than I did but I already enjoyed it so much. The linguistics exploration was super fun and this was the fic that got me listening to The Amazing Devil. Very much a songfic in essence, executed with full character arcs for Jaskier, Geralt, and Maglor.

out in the pouring rain (down on your knees) by SummerFrost

Summary: "Hello, Julian," Yennefer says coolly. "Listen carefully. We are only having this conversation because it’d make Geralt happy and I'm the best wife in the fucking world. You and I should have sex." Jaskier says, "I'm going to need you to elaborate." Or: Geralt's biggest fantasy is to watch someone else fuck his wife. What kind of best friend would Jaskier be if he didn't lend a hand?

I know I already recced this but it's SO. FUCKING. GOOD. HI THANK YOU.

Last but not least, shout out to the Geralt Is Sorry collection that I'm still making my way through. Doing the lord's work.

#the witcher #fic recs #jaskier #my unofficial november goal is to create at least 5 fic rec lists #show some love ;; and refuel my brain #I also don't know where this sudden obsession with the witcher came from but hey #i'm not about to look a gift bard in the mouth

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