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bylightofdawn · 1 year

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El's Fanfiction Post

A repository of my various Star Wars series and one-shots as well as other fics I've written for various fandoms.

STAR WARS FANFICTION

Between the Stars Verse

Stars and the Spaces Between Major Relationships: Jaster Mereel/Plo Koon, Jaster Mereel & Jango Fett, Jaster Mereel & Plo Koon Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Some violence, major canon divergence. This is a bastardized combination of old Legends Canon and Disney Cannon Summary: A Jedi and a Mand'alor find themselves thrust into an untenable situation where they have to put aside their theological differences in order to survive. In doing so, they learn maybe they have more in common with one another than either thought possible. Word Count: 22,623 Chapters: 5/5 Status: Complete Link: Here

Finding the Middle Ground Major Relationships: Jaster Mereel/Plo Koon, Jaster Mereel & Jango Fett, Jaster Mereel & Plo Koon Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: None to speak of, Mandos being Mandos, some fluff Summary: The continued adventures of a Jedi and a Mand'alor navigating the tenuous edges between friendship and a slow-blossoming romance Word Count: 8,375 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete Link: Here

Seeds For the Future Major Relationships: Jaster Mereel/Plo Koon, Jaster Mereel & Jango Fett, Jaster Mereel & Plo Koon, Additional relationships to be added Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Mandalorian Civil War, some political drama, some violence and angst. Summary: Jaster Mereel was always going to go down in history as being either one of the best or worst Mand'alor. At the end of the day, it depends on which part of the political spectrum you fall. When he brings Mandalore to the table to hold talks on potentially opening Mandalore's borders to the Galactic Republic and their ancient enemies, it met with mixed reactions. This only further emboldens Death Watch to step up their attempts to disrupt the peace talks and could ruin any hope of Mandalore stepping further onto the galactic stage. Set against this political nightmare is the continued relationship between the Mand'alor and his secret Jedi lover. But secrets are prone to be revealed at inopportune times. Word Count: TBD Chapters 33/40 Status: WIP posting bi-weekly on Thursdays Link: Here

Tend to the Flame (and worship the ashes) Verse

A Fragile World Between Sharp Teeth Major Relationships: Commander Cody & Clone Trooper Slick, Commander Cody & Captain Rex Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Angst, hurt and no comfort for a sizable chunk of the fic. Some mild gore in relation to medical crisis but nothing overt. Lots of anger and dysfunctional relationships. But it will have an eventual bittersweet happy ending. Summary: Making the conscious decision to desert from the Empire was perhaps the most terrifying choice he’d ever made in his entire life. But Cody finds life on the run harder than he ever expected. When he's at his lowest, a helping hand is offered to him, but it's not one he is willing to accept so readily. Can two clones who hate each other's guts find their way to common ground and maybe even a place of healing, or will they kill one another first? Word Count: 25,109 Chapter: 8/8 Status: Complete Link: Here

Flickers in the Storm (inside of me) Major Relationships: Alpha-17/Shaak Ti Rating: Mature Tags & Warnings: Some sexual content, Post Order 66 canon divergence AU, Sexual exploration, Demisexuality. Tooth-rotting fluff. Found family Summary: Two years after Order 66, during the middle of the worst rainy season on Felucia, an Alpha Class ARC trooper and the on the run Jedi he's been protecting navigate the murky waters of their relationship. A clone should not want his Jedi but Alpha-17 has always been an unusual clone and Shaak Ti has never been your average Jedi. Word Count: 6,834 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete Link: Here

What comes next? Major Relationships: Commander Bly/Aayla Secura & Quinlan Vos/Asajj Ventress, Rating: Gen Tags & Warnings: Angst. Grief and mourning, post Order 66 and all the trauma that comes with that. Some minor suicidal ideation. Summary: A Jedi and a clone commander, two men broken by lost love and grief try to find forgiveness in a universe where such things are hard to find. Word Count: 2,859 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete Link: Here

What We Left Behind Song: Mars Major Relationships: Delta Squad, no pairings just all the Delta Squad feels Rating: Gen Tags & Warnings: Post-Canon: What if Sev ended up joining the Rebellion, Reunions, Walon Vau's zero percent approval rating Summary: “This better be life or death, I was in a karking meeting with the general.” The years being a rebel hadn’t done a lot to soften the more jagged and sharp edges of Sev’s personality but his second in command was made of sterner stuff. “I know, boss, but we need you down at the shuttle bay now. A bunch of guys dressed up in Mandalorian armor showed up here demanding to see you.” His second in command said, sounding remarkably calm all things considered. Few things managed to fluster Arani Vane, a trait Sev greatly appreciated in his second. “Fierfek, on my way.” Word Count: 7,629 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete Link: Here

Turning the Pages Verse

The Promises of the Future

Major Relationships: Commander Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Commander Cody & Obi-Wan Kenobi Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Modern AU, copious amounts of mutual pining and people being dumb. Ship teasing and never quite managing to cross that line Summary: In the waning days of the war, Cody and Obi-Wan are tentatively hopeful for the future. Until news of Qui-Gon's death reaches them and that hope turns to despair with the realization that everything they'd been hoping for was now in jeopardy and the future is suddenly very uncertain. Word Count: 4,124 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete Link: Here

It Only Knocks Twice Major Relationships: Commander Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Commander Cody & Obi-Wan Kenobi, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano, Commander Cody & Ghost Company Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Modern AU, copious amounts of mutual pining and people being dumb, poor communication skills, eventual people get their shit together, happy ending. Summary: A decade and three thousand kilometers later every time Cody saw the sun sparking off of that familiar shade of burnished copper, he found his eye drawn to it out of habit alone. He'd spent three long years trying to follow flashes of that bright reddish-gold hair stuffed hastily under a helmet across a battlefield, it was just habit by now. One that wasn’t easily broken even after a decade apparently. Cody caught the flash of bright hair from the corner of his eye but this time, when he turned to look instead of seeing yet another unfamiliar face, his eyes caught in profile a face he hadn’t expected to see ever again. Word Count: 34,487 Chapters: 8/8 Status: Complete Link: Here

Far From Home Major Relationships: Waxer/Boil, Waxer & Boil & Numa found family. Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Modern AU, Found Family, technically clonecest but neither are related in this fic. Summary: Boil finally comes home after retiring from active duty to be with his husband and his adopted daughter. If only the universe would cooperate with that end goal. Word Count: 4,505 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete Link: Here

Not a Clockwork Romance Major Relationships: Commander Fox/Quinlan Vos, background Commander Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Commander Bly/Aayla Secura Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Modern AU, Fox and Quin's terrible emotional intelligence, Enemies, to fuckbuddies, to something more? Poor communication skills. Summary: Fox and Quinlan have been secret fuckbuddies for a while and that has worked for them up until this point. But when the lives of their closest friends grow and mature, they are forced to examine their own relationship in a new light. Maybe they both want something more than just a quick roll in the hay but good luck getting either of them to admit that. Word Count: 11,942 Chapters: 3/3 Status: Complete Link: Here

The Universe In Motion Verse

Stars and the Spaces Between Song: Sun Major Relationships: Jaster Mereel/Plo Koon, Jaster Mereel & Jango Fett, Jaster Mereel & Plo Koon Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Some violence, major canon divergence. This is a bastardized combination of old Legends Canon and Disney Cannon Summary: A Jedi and a Mand'alor find themselves thrust into an untenable situation where they have to put aside their theological differences in order to survive. In doing so, they learn maybe they have more in common with one another than either thought possible. Word Count: 22,623 Chapters: 5/5 Status: Complete Link: Here

Finding the Middle Ground Song: Mercury Major Relationships: Jaster Mereel/Plo Koon, Jaster Mereel & Jango Fett, Jaster Mereel & Plo Koon Rating: Teen Content Warnings: None to speak of, Mandos being Mandos, some fluff Summary: The continued adventures of a Jedi and a Mand'alor navigating the tenuous edges between friendship and a slow-blossoming romance Word Count: 8,375 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete Link: Here

Flickers in the Storm (inside of me) Song: Venus Major Relationships: Alpha-17/Shaak Ti Rating: Mature Tags & Warnings: Some sexual content, Post Order 66 canon divergence AU, Sexual exploration, Demisexuality. Tooth-rotting fluff. Found family Summary: Two years after Order 66, during the middle of the worst rainy season on Felucia, an Alpha Class ARC trooper and the on the run Jedi he's been protecting navigate the murky waters of their relationship. A clone should not want his Jedi but Alpha-17 has always been an unusual clone and Shaak Ti has never been your average Jedi. Word Count: 6,834 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete Link: Here

Seeds For the Future Song: Earth Major Relationships: Jaster Mereel/Plo Koon, Jaster Mereel & Jango Fett, Jaster Mereel & Plo Koon, Additional relationships to be added Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Mandalorian Civil War, some political drama, some violence and angst. Summary: Jaster Mereel was always going to go down in history as being either one of the best or worst Mand'alor. At the end of the day, it depends on which part of the political spectrum you fall. When he brings Mandalore to the table to hold talks on potentially opening Mandalore's borders to the Galactic Republic and their ancient enemies, it met with mixed reactions. This only further emboldens Death Watch to step up their attempts to disrupt the peace talks and could ruin any hope of Mandalore stepping further onto the galactic stage. Set against this political nightmare is the continued relationship between the Mand'alor and his secret Jedi lover. But secrets are prone to be revealed at inopportune times. Word Count: TBD Chapters 33/40 Status: WIP posted bi-weekly on Thursdays (tentatively) Link: Here What We Left Behind Song: Mars Major Relationships: Delta Squad, no pairings just all the Delta Squad feels Rating: Gen Tags & Warnings: Post-Canon: What if Sev ended up joining the Rebellion, Reunions, Walon Vau's zero percent approval rating Summary: “This better be life or death, I was in a karking meeting with the general.” The years being a rebel hadn’t done a lot to soften the more jagged and sharp edges of Sev’s personality but his second in command was made of sterner stuff. “I know, boss, but we need you down at the shuttle bay now. A bunch of guys dressed up in Mandalorian armor showed up here demanding to see you.” His second in command said, sounding remarkably calm all things considered. Few things managed to fluster Arani Vane, a trait Sev greatly appreciated in his second. “Fierfek, on my way.” Word Count: 7,629 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete Link: Here

One-Shots

Dulce et Decorum est Major Relationships: Commander Cody & Captain Rex Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Post Battle of Geonosis, the horrors of war and how terrible clone lives are. Summary: To a clone, the best sort of death is to die for their Jedi and for the Republic, that is something that has been told to them since they were decanted. Over and over again like a mantra until it is woven into the fabric of their very realities. But after their first taste of battle, a young clone is forced to face the fact that maybe there should be more to their lives than to just die for the Republic. Word Count: 5,012 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete Link: Here

How Quiet Its Death Major Relationships: Commander Cody & Obi-Wan Kenobi Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Major character death, nothing but angst and pain found here, bad ending. Aftermath of grief and violence. Summary: A fleeting reunion twenty years in the making, yet it's the very last thing the man simply known as Ben Kenobi these days had expected to happen one fateful day in the dusty streets of Anchorhead. Word Count: 5,774 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete Link: Here

Safe in Your Hands Major Relationships: Commander Grey/Depa Billaba Rating: Explicit Tags & Warnings: Explicit sexual content. This is smut with some illicit fluff mixed in. A hint of femme domme Depa. Summary: Reunited with his General after six long months of separation after the disastrous battle of Haruun Kal, a clone commander and his Jedi general have face uncertainty of the future and seek to reaffirm their relationship which has been damaged by time and trauma. Word Count: 9,655 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete Link: Here

The Art of Decompression Major Relationships: Commander Fox/Unnamed Lover Rating: Explicit Tags & Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Light dom/sub, praise kink, come marking, a love note to Fox's fat tits Summary: It was a bad habit he’d begun and one he wished he could kick but it always seemed to build like an itch under his skin that would not go away until it had been scratched. After a few minutes of consideration, he pulled out his comlink and dialed an all too familiar number. Word Count: 4,712 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete Link: Here

Those Who Made It Home Major Relationships: CodyWan, Cody & Rex friendship. Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Aftermath of temporary character death, trauma, terrible mental health practices. Drinking to cope,It does have a happy ending. Summary: The price of waiting too long is that one day it might be too late and then you are left with a lifetime of regret. When Obi-Wan is seemingly killed by a sniper's bullet, Cody is left to pick up the pieces. This is the Deception Arc from mainly Cody's POV and the fall-out from that deception. Link: Here Status: Complete Word Count: 19,528 Chapters: 5/5 Status: Complete Link: Here

WITCHER FANFICTION

Tomorrow May Be Too Late Verse

Maybe Tomorrow is a Better Day Major Relationships: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach/Gallatin, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Gallatin Cahir, Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Emhyr var Emreis Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Heavy Angst, Season 3 Spoilers, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Temporary Character Death, Alternate Universe - Time Loop Summary: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach finds himself cursed to relive one of the worst days of his life. In the process, he goes a little bit mad, but maybe, just maybe, he will find a way of escaping his own personal hell with his sanity and Gallatin's life intact. Word Count: 14,568 Chapters: 6/6 Status: Complete Link: Here

Tomorrow May Be Gone Major Relationships: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach/Gallatin, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Gallatin Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Medical Inaccuracies, Injury Recovery, Developing Relationship, Witcher Season 3 spoilers Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Gratuitous Amounts of Pining Summary: Cahir and Gallatin travels have taken them to the shores of Thanedd where they are caught up in the aftermath of the Coup. Cahir is gravely wounded in the fighting, and it's up to Gallatin to keep him alive. The road toward recovery isn't easy but the shattered trust between them is mended along the way. Maybe there is still hope for them after all as they try and navigate these new waters. Word Count: 18,107 Chapters: 8/8 Status: Complete Link: Here

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doveskinkcollection · 2 years

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Welcome to my DD realm.

Hello everyone and welcome to a exclusively DD content account.

Right now I’m obsessing over The Witcher, being my new hyperfixation.

Ships I enjoy reading/writing: - Geraskier, my absolutely favourite. - Witchersexual Jaskier (Jaskier with any of the wolves or with all of them together) - Lambden (Lambert/Aiden) - Lambskel (Lambert/Eskel) - Geraskel (Geralt/Eskel) - Vesemir (with anyone, I just want that man balls deep into someone and being happy) - Ciri with the Wolves Ships I would try to write: - Jaskier/Valdo - Letho with anybody - Ciri with others

What should you expect from this account? - Underage - Monsterfuckery - Bestiality - Non-con - Dub-con - Con-non-con What you wouldn’t find here: - Scat -Torture - Necrophilia Prompts / AMA:

- Yes, you can talk to me, ask me anything and even request prompts if you want, you already have the list with my DO’s and DON’Ts. You can find me on Ao3 too as Ephialtia_Nightmares.

#dead dove do not eat #dd fanfiction #the witcher #the witcher fanficion

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darklydeliciousdesires · 3 years

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NEW ONE SHOT!

I think it’s safe to say that for now, my mojo has most definitely returned! I want to take this moment to thank each and every one of you for your feeback, reblogs and likes. It means the absolute world to me to see my blog busy once more with people enjoying what I’ve created.

For all you fans of The Witcher, I have a little treat coming... How about this equation?

Him...

Plus him...

PLUS YOU!

Yes, you get to be the filling in a sandwich of pure, delicious, brawny witchers! Who’s looking forward to it?

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wordsablaze · 4 years

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hardest of hearts

A fix-it songfic inspired by a request for something post-mountain where Geralt feels guilty for hurting his bard and Jaskier struggles with low self-esteem...

A/N: @holisticfansstuff hey, i finally wrote this for your ask !! sorry it took a while and i’m not quite sure this is what you wanted but i hope it’s alright !! the song is hardest of hearts by florence + the machine x

“If life could give me one blessing, it would be to take you off my hands!”

And with that one sentence, Jaskier shatters.

And everything changes.

there is love in your body but you can’t hold it in

Meletite knows Jaskier has had enough practice picking up the broken pieces of himself, whether it’s literally pulling his skin back together after being too troublesome or reassembling the shards of his heart after someone carelessly, unknowingly damages it.

He’s broken and been broken countless times before and really, it should be nothing new to witness himself do so once more. Because Jaskier has always loved freely and deeply, but it had been different this time.

And yes, he’s long since lost track of how many windows he’s leaped out of before the sun has risen or how many hushed promises have turned into hazy tavern memories. But this time, it was Geralt.

It was his livelihood and his muse and his very reason for making it through winter, and it was different to any other love he’d nurtured - it was the only one he’d offered slowly and steadily, the only one that had been so sharply spat back at him.

Never has he struggled so much to even breathe right as he turns away.

it pours from your eyes and spills from your skin

Geralt is so, so fiercely angry that he forgets how to be guilty.

That is, until he sees Jaskier’s expression, because Jaskier should be angry or upset or amused but he’s simply a brave face, a faux smile, a testament to Geralt’s mistakes.

An excuse is made about collecting the rest of the story but they both know there’ll never be an accurate song sung about a dragon hunt. And if Jaskier’s expression isn’t enough, the bitter sorrow and sharp pain that radiates from him even after Geralt has turned around is evidence enough.

He’s messed up and he’s messed up horribly and he’s frozen in place as he hears Jaskier’s footsteps fade until they’re too far to follow.

Part of him hopes Jaskier will stay so things can go back to normal but by the time he remembers to move, the only trace left of him is a lingering floral scent that does nothing to fill the sudden void in Geralt’s world.

tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks

Jaskier walks until his feet hurt and then he carries on walking because that’s what he always does when his heart breaks. Only this time he’s certain the blisters on his feet will heal long before his heart does, if it ever does.

He’s no stranger to this sort of pain, he’s travelled a path paved with the disdain of people he’s loved, but Geralt’s blow seems to have hit the hardest of them all despite never truly touching him.

And worst of all, he doesn’t dare sing about it lest anyone get the wrong idea about witchers, for that would unravel decades of effort and he couldn’t bear to see their kind suffer just because it turns out he has a weak heart.

“Toss a coin to your witcher…” he sings, tempted to toss and lose the coin that’s been nestled in his pockets since Posada.

He’s a fool for keeping it, he knows he is, but he can’t bear to part with it, can’t bear to admit that he’s been cast aside by yet another love.

and the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts

It’s no secret that Geralt is a quiet person by nature.

He’s never pretended otherwise, which is why it was such a shock when Jaskier slots into his life as if he were born to do so.

Because Jaskier talks enough for the both of them and he becomes an expert in knowing what Geralt is feeling, even when he himself hasn’t figured it out. And Geralt hates it at first, hates the way Jaskier knows when he needs help with bargaining or when he just wants to get away from people and shelter in the forests.

He knows he doesn’t express his gratitude enough, he knows that Jaskier deserves someone who can match his love, who can hold his hand in broad daylight instead of curling up with him in the dead of night under the pretence of necessity.

It doesn’t bother Jaskier though, and all the bard asks for in return is tales of heroics and heartbreak for his songs - Geralt hates himself for so harshly providing the latter.

there is love in your body but you can’t get it out

Sometimes, just sometimes, Jaskier regrets building up his career on Geralt’s adventures.

He’d never imagined that they’d part ways - or rather, he’d let his guard down and forgotten to remember that most people leave him eventually - so he’s wholly unprepared for how much it hurts to sing about witchers when he’s no longer travelling with one.

But he does it anyway because he’s loved Geralt from the start and he doesn’t think he’s capable of ever not loving Geralt and he doesn’t know what else to do with himself.

So he keeps going.

On and on.

He travels as far as he can so that he can stay out of Geralt’s way, taking his broken heart with him and ignoring the way he feels like its shards are tearing into his insides a little more with each passing day.

it gets stuck in your head, won’t come out of your mouth

There is more than one town in which Geralt wants to murder a bard.

His bard - for that is what everyone knows Jaskier as - has created masterpieces and they are being butchered by men with far lesser voices, by men who don’t deserve to sing them in the first place.

And Geralt yearns to hear the original versions but it seems he is fated to hear Jaskier’s pain second-hand. He asks around, of course he does, for where to find Jaskier, but nobody knows what to tell him and he has never been good at bargaining for information.

He wishes he knew how to say more than please and thank you but Jaskier was his communication and without him, he can only really achieve the minimum required from him.

Regret pools in his gut every time Jaskier’s trail fizzles out.

sticks to your tongue and it shows on your face

Performance has always been Jaskier’s area of expertise but gods is it difficult to pretend he isn’t drowning in the love he was never meant to keep for himself.

He doesn’t know what to do with his compliments and his teasing and his fond exasperation because all of it was for Geralt and if Geralt doesn’t want it, doesn’t want him, he doesn’t know what to do with it, with himself.

He wastes some of his unwanted love on drunken adventures and always regrets it when he’s asked to stay and give up his travels or asked to leave and flee before a betrothed returns - both demands are knives that sink into his chest and add to the cracks in his heart.

It seems that nobody can truly understand what pleases him but he cannot fault them for he has forgotten how to be honest, whether it’s with others or himself.

Jaskier is tired of loving and hurting as if they are one and the same.

that the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste

“I care for you,” Geralt tells Ciri.

“I want you to be safe,” he adds sincerely.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, because he is.

But all he’s doing is repeating what Jaskier had done, what Jaskier had taught him, and the words sometimes refuse to leave his lips because even they know someone else should have had the right to hear them first.

And all Geralt can do is hope Ciri understands that he means well, he really does. She does, of course, because she is far smarter than she seems and because she too has learned from Jaskier - another fact that sends wave after wave of sour guilt through his mind.

With no way to cure it, his guilt only festers.

darling heart, i have loved you from the start

Jaskier was a mere infant the first time he was abandoned, not that he truly remembers the woman who had decided she didn’t want to take care of him anymore. He only knows because his parents had held it against him, as well as every other heart he failed to win over, right from the start.

Geralt hadn’t abandoned him, Jaskier reminds himself every time he feels anger rise inside of him, he was the one who had abandoned Geralt. And he feels terrible, especially after hearing about Cintra, about Nilfgaard, about everything.

A part of him firmly believes that Geralt is safe because he refuses to think that the love of his life could die without him feeling it, but a part of him is too scared to hold onto that faith.

“I’m weak, my love, and I am wanting…” he sings, because he is.

But only ever for his white wolf.

but you’ll never know what a fool i’ve been

Geralt takes Ciri to Kaer Morhen and feels sick when his brothers tell him how soldiers have been none too gently questioning any bards they come across.

He feels stupid when he realises that all this time, he’s been endangering Jaskier by not trying hard enough to find him, to make sure he’s okay, to apologise for his cruel words on the mountain.

And he feels even worse when he thinks of what little Jaskier has told him about his past, of how he had never spoken of his parents, of how his touch had lingered as if waiting for permission that he hadn’t thought to grant.

Oh, how ungrateful he had been of the first person to teach him the true meaning of emotions.

“You have to find him,” everyone says, and he can’t bring himself to argue.

there is love in our bodies and it holds us together

Funny how one can never be prepared for the sting of a whip, Jaskier thinks.

A brief flirt with fame had inflated his ego but no matter because bleeding out in a stone cell is the perfect way to remember that he is nothing and means nothing to anyone.

He lives, of course he does, but only because he hangs onto the possibility of once more meeting a golden gaze the same way he hangs from the ceiling and ruins his wrists, which is to say he does so every day.

And he’s okay with all the superficial agony inflicted upon him because although nobody learns anything from him, he learns from them that they’re still searching, that Geralt is safe, and that he has no true reason to be upset.

He doesn’t even care that there’s not a single person he can think of who would bother trying to save him.

but pulls us apart when we’re holding each other

Witchers cannot travel in time but Geralt so dearly wishes they could.

He doesn’t find Jaskier before snow starts to fall and travel becomes impossible.

He fails and it’s his fault that Jaskier is out there somewhere - possibly hurt, possibly dead, and possibly worse - when he is given warmth and love and everything his bard deserves more than him.

A deep chill settles into his very bones and although he is offered blankets, he knows it cannot be averted except by Jaskier’s touch. Oh, how he craves the warmth of sharing a bedroll and waking up at ungodly hours so Jaskier can learn about the constellations for his newest ballad.

He wants nothing more than to take back his words and keep Jaskier in his life, in his arms.

we all want something to hold in the night

A noble lineage meant that Jaskier was taught independence before anything else.

It meant he was always “a big boy who needs to stop wasting time” and “not a child anymore, for goodness sake” and “such a pathetic excuse of a noble, you should know better than that by now” but he was never truly loved.

And he never learned that he was meant to be loved, never learned that the affection he gave was supposed to be returned in equal.

So as Jaskier wobbles and stumbles through his escape, collapsing into the forest floor when his legs refuse to support his weight any longer, he just closes his eyes and pretends that he’s not in his own arms, that he’s in the arms of someone who cares enough to look for him.

But of course, he’s not.

And he wakes up alone.

Over and over again.

we don’t care if it hurts or we’re holding too tight

Geralt leaves at the first sight of spring.

He couldn’t possibly wait a day longer when he’s made Jaskier wait so long, even though he can’t be sure if Jaskier is even still waiting for him or if he’s moved on, which he had every right to do.

He forgets how to plan and finds that his resources run out before he’s crossed even two towns, but he makes do from under the cover of shadows and night because he couldn’t bear to give up, not on Jaskier.

With the bounty on his head, he finds himself fighting monsters just to survive rather than for coin. And with the bounty on his head, he finds himself having to treat his own injuries because he can’t ask a healer and he doesn’t have his best friend to help him.

Nothing hurts as much as Jaskier’s absence.

darling heart, i have loved you from the start

The only reason Jaskier survives past winter is because he heads to the coast.

He’s lucky that despite his reputation for trading secrets, he’s never traded all of his own. He’s always kept his love of the open water to himself and that’s the only reason he makes it there at all.

It still hurts to curl up inside his secret little coastal home though, because he’d spent so long imagining what it would be like to bring his- to bring Geralt with him. But he knows that can’t happen because Geralt had grown tired of him and wants nothing to do with him.

He doesn’t have a lot of food and he knows he should be concerned about that but he can’t bring himself to care because for the first time in over two decades, he doesn’t have anything - note, anyone - to live for.

but that’s no excuse for the state i’m in

It’s harder than it had seemed to travel without being seen.

Geralt knows how to hunt. He knows when to hide and when to begin travelling but for some reason, getting to Jaskier is far more difficult than any contract he’s ever taken.

He’s never been one for Destiny but he finds himself practically praying to her for a way to reach his- for a way to reach who he so dearly wants to make his again. His bard, his friend, his Jaskier.

Roach jerks to a halt every time he almost falls asleep whilst still on the saddle but he doesn’t learn from it, he can’t afford to when he so desperately needs to make amends, so desperately needs to figure out how much damage he’s caused and then fix it before he loses the best part of his life.

Desperation has never been his colour but then again, he's never cared for being fashionable.

my heart swells like a water at work

There’s a knock at the door but Jaskier doesn’t have the energy to move.

He stays where he is, huddled by a fire that’s long since run out of fuel to burn, and hopes that if it’s another mage, they kill him quickly this time. But it’s not.

“Jaskier, please!”

He blinks.

It can’t possibly be who he thinks it is, who he wants it to be, can it?

It can.

“Jaskier?” Quieter this time, as if he’s worried.

And then a crashing thud echoes, followed by his favourite set of footsteps and a hand on his shoulder.

He flinches without meaning to, not sure if he wants to laugh or cry. Geralt offers him a small smile and he promptly decides to do both.

can’t stop myself before it’s too late

“I’m sorry, Jaskier, I’m so sorry.”

It’s an apology long overdue, Geralt knows that, but he has to try, he can’t stop himself from trying, not this time, not when it comes to Jaskier.

And he looks so awfully small wrapped in blankets that Geralt can feel his heart clench. He feels even smaller when he melts into Geralt’s touch as if he’s never been granted the luxury of being held as he cries.

“I know,” Jaskier replies between sobs.

There’s so much more that Geralt needs to say but it’s a start and it’s more than enough because Jaskier is alive.

“Come to Kaer Morhen with me,” Geralt says, not sure if he’s asking or demanding or begging. But it doesn’t really matter which because Jaskier agrees all the same and he’s just glad he has another chance.

hold on to your heart

Jaskier doesn’t want to get comfortable again.

Well, he does. More than anything. But he doesn’t want to risk the consequences again, he doesn’t think he can live through another heartbreak because there’s so little of his heart left intact and he’s scared to lose himself entirely.

So he goes to the school of the wolves and he gets help for his injuries - and scars, but he doesn’t want to think about that any time soon - but he can’t bring himself to relax, not entirely.

He’s sure they can smell his constant worrying and he feels awful for being such a pain but he doesn’t know what he’s meant to do and his fingers itch for a lute but he doesn’t want to annoy anyone by asking for one.

“I’m okay,” he promises, knowing that it’s a broken one even as it leaves his lips.

‘cause i’m coming to take you

It’s a month before Geralt clocks on to the problem and risks leaving, returning just before dawn with a lute that he places on the table beside Jaskier’s bed.

It’s another week before music fills the building.

It's two more everyone finds themselves humming or singing along every time they hear the lute being played. And another before Geralt finds Jaskier waiting for him where he usually trains, a hesitant smile on his face. “Thank you.”

Geralt nods. “It was the least I could do.”

Jaskier frowns, slowly shaking his head and shuffling his feet. “It’s far more than that. Music, it- it’s almost everything to me, I can't explain it...”

Geralt exhales softly. “But I can understand it because, Jaskier, you’re almost everything to me.”

hold on to your heart

A childhood filled with recklessly throwing around his heart meant that Jaskier became more careful with who he truly trusted over time.

Not careful enough, but still too careful to forgive and forget.

But Geralt is patient and kind and more affectionate than Jaskier has ever seen him and he can’t help falling in love all over again, not that he’d climbed out of it in the first place.

He wants to let go of the dragon hunt, he really does, but Geralt’s words still sting and they, along with his mother’s and father’s and countless fleeting lovers’, flash in his mind every time he thinks about surrendering his heart once again.

And he’s scared, he’s oh so scared that Geralt will get bored of him, sick of him, fed up with him again.

‘cause i’m coming to break you

Geralt waits until summer is waving goodbye before telling Jaskier.

He can feel Jaskier’s doubt rising, he can feel the way he’s not sure whether he’ll be invited to stay for winter or not - he will, of course, because he has become one of their own and it would be foolish if he wasn’t.

But when a week goes by without even the faintest echo of a lute, he and Ciri gather up the prettiest flowers they can find and after their evening meal, he offers them to Jaskier.

“I love you,” he admits softly.

Jaskier is still for all of a few seconds before he starts crying.

And Geralt’s whole body is telling him to run because he hates to see tears in his favourite blue eyes but he resists that urge and slowly, carefully wraps his arms around the bard instead.

“I think I’ve loved you for a long time, Jaskier, and I don’t think I could ever not.”

Jaskier doesn’t reply, but he falls asleep in Geralt’s embrace and finally lets his guard down, and that’s answer enough for anyone.

hold on

The war rages on but Jaskier finally finds peace.

Nothing about their life is particularly easy but he has never been more at ease because as much as Geralt had hurt him, he’d also helped him to heal far more than anybody else ever has.

“You have my heart,” he confesses one morning, after waking up to Geralt’s rare but increasingly more common smiles.

“You can keep it to yourself, your love is enough for me,” Geralt murmurs.

Jaskier blinks slowly, suddenly overcome with the urge to cry. He doesn’t, but he does curse softly. “When did you become so poetic, my dear witcher?”

Geralt chuckles, pulling him impossibly close and leaning right beside his ear to reply, “When you taught me how, my dear bard.”

It takes a matter of seconds for Jaskier to decide that he wants to get married.

hold on

Geralt says very little the day they lawfully commit to spending the rest of their lives together.

He says very little as Yennefer and Ciri craft their rings and loop them into matching chains. He says very little as Eskel and Lambert place their bets on who’s going to cry first - they’re both idiots, it’s obviously Jaskier - or who’s going to remain dry-eyed. And he says very little as Vesemir gives them his blessing.

But when they return to their room, Jaskier places his hands on either side of Geralt’s face and smiles softly. “Geralt, my love, will you tell me what’s wrong? You’ve barely said a word.”

And finally, Geralt cracks. “We vowed to stay with each other until we die, right?”

Jaskier raises an eyebrow. “Of course, but I would have done that with or without the ceremony, you know that.”

“Witchers live for a long time, Jaskier. I-”

Jaskier places a finger on Geralt’s lips, grinning. “You beautiful fool of a witcher, do I look like the kind of bard that’s going to die any time soon?”

When Geralt really looks, it’s obvious that he doesn’t.

And so, with that one sentence, everything changes again.

For the better this time.

it's not particularly original, i know, but i really love this song and kind of let this write itself, and i have too many WIPs to have spent any longer trying to make this better :p hope it was okay anyway <3

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Leading Lady, Chapter 15: (Almost) Sex in Seattle (A Henry Cavill Cast Fic)

Chapter 15: Almost Sex in Seattle (Kitara POV)

I was missing him already.

Shane had to go back to Los Angeles for screen and makeup tests. I was stuck in Seattle alone for a bit and then Phoenix, but he said he'd be back by Friday for the Saturday con in Phoenix. I was planning on leaving for Phoenix that night. I kept closing my eyes remembering when he left.

"Don't look like that," he smiled at me.

"Look like what?" I asked him as he left his luggage at the door and strode to me and took me in his arms.

"Ah, that's it," he murmured, rubbing my back gently. "I'll only be gone a few days! Everything will be fine--" he tilted my chin up so that our eyes could meet. "promise." He kissed my forehead, the tip of my nose, and stole a quick peck on the lips. "Admit it."

"What?"

"You're going to miss me." He tickled my sides. "C'mon, say it."

I looked up at him. "I am going to miss you." I felt my throat tighten.

"Aww," he gave me an extra squeeze . "I'll let you know when I land."

"Okay."

He chuckled a little, shaking his head at me. "A month of Saturdays."

"What?"

"We've been on this tour about a month of Saturdays," his expression was one of humor as he raised an eyebrow at me. "First you were running from me, now you seem like you're running to me." When he saw my discomfort, he shook his head at me. "Hid a present in the apartment."

"What?"

"I will bet you don't find it before I land in L.A."

"I bet I will!" I loved games. He knew that.

"To the victor goes the spoils!"

"What...spoils?" I gave him a squeeze.

"Heh." He turned on his heel. "Better find it."

I hastened behind him and held him again, kissing the middle of his back, and he turned to look at me. That kiss was pure instinct, I just did it. I was embarrassed.

"I'll never get out this way," he shook his head, caressing my cheek. "Missing you already." He pulled me into his arms and kissed me, kissed me like he did that day in the guestroom in San Diego. I was breathless when he let me go. "Better?"

I couldn't talk.

"Time's ticking," he smiled, and walked out the door.

I stood there for awhile, just thinking of him. This time I picked a house I absolutely wanted to stay in, but it was a one bedroom cottage. He practically dared me to rent it, almost suggesting that living in such close quarters would be...risky:

"I am perfectly capable of being a gentleman, but I am not perfectly capable of sleeping on a couch," he said with a mischievous smile.

"So, we share the bedroom?"

"Why not?" he asked. "Is there a problem?"

The question hung in the air, the perfect dare, and I agreed.

Little did I know that living in close quarters with him would be so...enticing. Watching him come out of the bathroom in a towel because he forgot something or watching him sleep because I was such an early riser were perks that I'd've damn near paid for. Watching his reaction when I did the same was something. He would stop what he was doing, and I could feel his eyes following me around the room. It was as if he was touching me with looks.

Our days were sort of touristy. I wanted him to see the U.S., and there were honestly parts I hadn't seen either. We saw the needle of course, but the highlight of the week had been Snoqualmie Falls and Winery, not for the sights or the wine, but the fact that we almost crossed the line there:

"God!" I half whispered, half hissed as he braced me against the cave wall and squatted to lift me. My legs went around him instinctively, didn't think about it for a second. We were kissing as if we would never see each other again. I started sucking his tongue, tasting wine in his mouth from the first set of tastings on the tour, and he pulled back with a groan to nibble my lips because I had some strawberries and champagne earlier.

"Shhh..." He managed to push my tank top back, and when his mouth closed over my breast, I bit my lip, but the cry vibrated in my throat. He licked my neck and then went back to what he was doing before. We were grinding against each other, fully clothed and risking being caught. I was shaking, gasping because I knew in that moment, I wouldn't stop him from doing anything. The need was almost painful, my hips kept moving up and down on him for some kind of solace, and he moved with me, his breathing ragged in my ear as he nipped it.

It was the sound of other tourists in the distance that made us stop. He slowly released my legs and slid my body down his so I could feel all that I had missed. I whimpered softly nuzzling his chest as my feet touched ground.

"You," he panted. "Are a dangerous woman."

"If I am, it's entirely your fault."

The nights were the best. We had s'mores on the firepit, an American camping snack, sinful concoction of chocolate and marshmallows on graham crackers. We were both trying to watch our diets, so we only had one each the first night we did, and shared one each night after. We even roasted beer brats on the fire. We lounged in the hot tub almost every night, watching movies or listening to music on our phones or laptops. And then there was the making out--or snogging. We couldn't seem to help that, not after we'd toured Snoqualmie...

I snapped from the memory. I had to find this present!

I started in the yard. We'd spent a lot of time there. By the time the sun was high, I knew he didn't hide it there at all. I stopped to eat lunch, frustrated. He could be landing soon!

I looked over at Zeus, who was barely awake in his basket bed, and I was sure I was the one that got him up with my racket. "Some help you are!" I grumbled. He stood and...he tinkled! Tinkled?! "Zeus?" I looked at him, and thought I saw something flicker from around his neck. I immediately hit the floor in a elbow plank for a better look. "Oh, my God!" I squealed and crawled over. "Zeus, you wonderful little mutt!" I laughed, picking him up. Hooked on a ring to his tags were charms-Los Angeles, San Diego and Seattle, but there was also a key? "Oh, my God!" I scrambled for the bedroom and started going through drawers which were mostly empty. "A key means a box. I got charms, Zeus! That means a bracelet, I know it does!" I looked under the bed, pulled off the sheets and pillows, this was an all out ransack. He was landing soon-I didn't have much time! "Damn it!"

My cell started playing Hungry Like a Wolf, and I rolled my eyes. I clicked on my earpiece and kept searching.

"Hello?!" I was looking under the bed.

Shane's laughter held triumph. "Ha, I knew it!"

"I found the charms-cute by the way-" I got to my feet. "But this isn't fair!" I'm looking for two things! Charms and a bracelet, right?"

"Really?"

"Yes, really!"

"But, sweetie, you overlooked it."

I stood still. Overlooked it? I backed out of the bedroom, grabbing the phone on the way. I was here, with the dog..."Oh, my God!" I heard him laughing as I returned to Zeus's bed, and pulled up the pillow he had been laying on. And there under him was a box, a flat jewelry gift box with no lock. I was confused. I opened the box and pulled out the charm bracelet. "Oh, Shane, it's beautiful." I breathed. "But what is the key for?"

"Let a man have a secret or two."

"Sha-ane!"

"Darling, that's it...for now." he chuckled. "Ride's here, talk you later."

I sighed, "Alright, be safe."

He laughed softly, making my heart flutter. "You too. Cheers."

I sat there on the couch, and began assembling my gifts. Oh, it was more beautiful than I thought. I lifted my hand to the light, admiring the sparkly thing, and I swallowed hard, tears in my eyes. I had ten more cities with him. Ten. Oh, God, what was I going to do? I took a picture of my gift, sending it to Laura immediately. My cell played Vogue by Madonna, and I picked it up. She'd gone to the concert recently, so I changed her ringer. "Oh, Lala!"

"Hey, what's up? Nice sparkly, by the way," Laura said. "Been shopping?"

"No."

"Oh...is that a gift?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Well, damn, honey, what's wrong?" she asked. "I mean, I'm guessing it's from Shane?"

"Yes!"

"Falling, are we?" she asked teasingly.

"He's too good to be true, Lala," I said, looking at my bracelet. "He's..."

"Don't ruin this, Kiki," Laura warned. "Maybe he's just an overdue gift from the universe."

"Lala."

"Things are finally working your way after so long," Laura said softly, her voice feeling like a hug. "Your books are flying off shelves and sites. Two are in the works for movies with no one better than your dream guy, and don't deny that he is, it's pointless with me. Go with the flow, hon." There was silence. "Kiki, I mean it."

"I know, I know you're right," I breathed. "We shared a bedroom this week, you know."

"Yes, I know," her mischievous voice returned. "How's that going?"

"Not...yet."

"I'm going to say this one more time," Laura said sternly. "Go with the flow, see where it goes. You will either end up happy as hell or with a hell of a memory. Is that bad?"

I didn't answer. "Thanks, Lala."

"Anytime, hon," she said gently. "See you in Vegas. It's your first panel."

"What?"

"They've got a panel of writers who went from digital to screen," she said happily. "You're in, and yes, bring that man with you, he's good for you."

@mistress-of-ward @summersong69 @griscka75 @kebabgirl

#henry cavill #henry cavill fandom #henry cavill fanficion #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill smut #henry cavill fluff #august walker #captain syverson #clark kent #geralt #sherlock #superman #walter marshall #will shaw #witcher

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oxbridge-quality-fanfiction-co · 4 years

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Jaskier Whump Week

Not written for this but my betas tell me I torture Jaskier like a pro.

Plenty of tears, abandonment, fear, worry, a few forced separations, dramatic goodbyes, threat of loss and death, miscommunication and heartbreak galore.

@jaskierwhumpweek

Chapters: 10/10 (51,726 words), Complete

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Canon Universe, Canon-Typical Violence, War, Character Study, Psychological Drama, Fluff and Angst, Humor, Original Character(s), Manipulation, Threats of Violence, Fire, Horror, Blood Loss, Emotional Hurt, Death Threats, Crying Jaskier | Dandelion, Jaskier | Dandelion Whump, Emotional Roller Coaster, Dreams and Nightmares, Eventual Happy Ending, Beta Read.

Summary:

In a world where everything seems to pressure them to have sex… Geralt and Jaskier are courageously resisting. Although, in Jaskier’s case it’s more about simply losing hope.

Our story begins where the show stopped because such an intense set up needs a pay off before 2021.

Set in locations with names that never appear in neither the books nor the show but sound like lazy modifications of the ones that do… the drama unfolds.

Surrounded by war, existential doubt, boundless human cruelty, bloodthirsty monsters, and villains who have a suspicious interest in their personal lives, with every event serving solely to motivate interpersonal communication… they struggle to make sense of the growing closeness between them.

As Nilfgaard slowly floods the Continent with the blood of the innocent, and structured lives of people who cultivate the land unfold into chaos…

As the growing collective dread begins to appear as an inevitable consequence of fundamental flaws in human nature which can lead only to slow deterioration and painful social decline…

Only one question comes to mind… Will they or won’t they?

They definitely will.

#jaskier whump week #jaskier whump #jaskierwhumpweek #geraskier #geraskier fanfiction #the witcher fanficion #geralt x jaskier #witcher geralt #jaskier #the witcher and the bard

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saelwen · 4 years

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Your Witcher

Dark!Geralt of Rivia x Shy!Reader

Chapter One

Masterlist

Summary: You were a shy girl that worked on the tavern of your town, serving drunken men that came to drown all their problems in alcohol. On one of your busy days on the tavern, you grabbed the attention of a certain witcher. In which resolve you being taken away by the white-haired witcher. (Sorry I´m bad at summaries 😂)

Warnings: a little bit of angst, it will be smut on the next chapter

Words: 1,400

A/n: So i was to call this series “My Witcher” but i felt that “Your Witcher” was much better 😂 So, have a wonderful read! Taglist is on the bottom.

Looking back, you notice a pair of familiar golden eyes in the dark corner of the tavern, watching you closely. Studying your every movement. Shaking your head, you let out a small sigh and grab the two mugs fill with ale from the counter, and walk to the table full of drunken men.

Since the famous Witcher came to your town everything seems off, like something was following you like a shadow. All this started when the Witcher enters in the tavern soaked in dark blood from some kind of monster, the only thing you could see was his strange but mesmerizing golden eyes. He walked to the counter and asked for a large mug of ale. The owner eyes him up and down and murmured something under his breath, throwing the mug to the Witcher. As the day pass, you notice his firm gaze was all the time on you. Observing you silently on his seat by the warm fireplace.

After that time, he comes every day to the tavern. Ordering always the same thing and goes to the corner of the room to watch you. You would be lying if said that you were okay with this, his strong presence made your guts twist. Something about him seems off, something that you don´t want to find out.

Since as a young child you were a shy person, always in your safe place by the small pound on the pacific dense forest beside the town. The beautiful melody from the birds made your mind at peace.

“Fucking finally!” One of the men said, grabbing the mug from your hand. You put the other mug on the wooden table and turn to attend the other client but a firm hand stops to move forward. You look back and see one of the men staring at you with a disgusting smirk on his rough face. “Not so fast, doll face! Why won’t you make us some company, hmm?” The man said a while pulling you to his lap, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. His breath made your nose wrinkle from the strong smell of alcohol that comes from him.“N..no...I need to go back to work!” You stutter weakly a while trying to push yourself away from the disgusting man’s hold.

As the man was about to come with another disgusting talk, a warm strong hand grabs your arm and pull you away from the man. A huff fell from your lips as your back collided with a strong chest.

Looking up, you were met by those peculiar golden eyes. Witcher... His eyes were set on the drunk man that was holding you before. The dark look on his handsome face made the man coward behind his friends, pleading to leave him alone. “If I see you touching her again, it will be the last time you will have hands!” his voice dark and deep, making a shiver run down your spine.

The men run through the tavern door, leaving behind a bag of coins to pay their drinks. Moving away slowly, you move your gaze from his piercing eyes to the floor. “Thank you, sir...i´m in debt with you.” you whisper quietly, squeezing tightly the fabric of your old dirty dress. The witcher let out a hmm and lift your chin with two strong fingers, making you look to his golden eyes. “I´m glad to help...and no need to pay me! I´m okay just to see you okay and smiling.” his words seemed innocents but his eyes told another story. The beautiful golden color of his eyes turns darker and his pupils dilated, gleaming with lust and possess.

Nodding, you pull away from his warm hand and go back to work since the owner was yelling for you to serve another round of ale to the clients. You look over your shoulder and notice he was still standing there, looking at you a wicked smile on his lips. Shaking your head, you go back to work. What´s up with him? Why didn´t he moved on to another town and go hunt another monster?

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A sigh left from your lips as you throw the dirty cloth to the bucket full of water. Looking around, a smile forms on your face from how good you have cleaned the tables. All shining and tidy from how hard you had scrubbed the wooden surface.

It´s been a week since your last encounter with the witcher. He never came back to the tavern and you never saw his horse again on your way back home at night on the stables of the tavern. Maybe he was finally fed up from staying in this boring town and left.

After putting away all the stuff, you grab your old scarf and put it around your neck. “See you tomorrow, Alice.” You said gently to the other maid, who was sweeping the floor. She looks to you with her big blue eyes, pushing a red lock behind her ear. “See you later, Y/n! Sleep well and don´t go wander in the forest at night! It´s dangerous and the witcher isn´t here anymore to help.” she said with her mother's voice, putting her delicate hands on her waist.

A small smile appears on your lips and nod, walking out of the warm tavern to the cold crisp air of the night. A gasp escapes from your mouths as the cold air hits your face, making your skin sting a little. Wrapping tighter the scarp around your neck, you start walking faster on the desert street with only the moonlight to bright the road.

Your house was on the other side of the town, at the entrance of the forest. It was a small cozy cottage with a small garden that you had planted it. Your parents had left it for you when they passed away from a plague that killed many people in this town. It was the only thing that their had left for you since your parents were very poor.

Humming a song that your mother used to sing to you, you walk down the lone street. Everyone must be asleep or having some ´pleasure moment´ at this hour. A smile appears on your lips when you see the dog town coming to you, with his tail wagging. “Hello, boy! Here. I grab some chicken for you.” you said a while give him a chicken leg. You pet gently his head and go back on your way to your house.

As you were entered on a dark hallway, you hear something moving on the bushes. Taking a deep breath, you start walking faster as fear spread through your body. You have heard of stories of young women being kidnapped at night by lonely monsters, taking them to their nest and have their way with them. Some even say that they use the young virgin women to summon demons since their blood is pure.

Moving your pace faster, you saw your lovely house in the distance. Letting a relief sigh, you let your body relax a little. “Almost home.” you whisper softly.

As you were about to open the little gate of your house, a large gloved hand wrap around my mouth, pulling you into a hard chest. A muffled scream left from your lips, your arms trying to push away the kidnapper. You feel a warm breath beside your ear and you tried to turn your head, so you could see the man. “Sleep well, my princess.” your eyes widened with the familiar rich deep voice.

Suddenly you feel a sting on your neck, like the head of a blade. You let a hiss and try to push him away but your body started to feel heavy. Your movements begin to slower and your eyes become blurry and heavy. What´s happening?

The man put his hand behind your thighs and pick you up, making you rest your head on his strong shoulder. Looking up with heavy eyes, you were met by two familiar golden eyes. “Don´t worry, my sweet princess. I will protect you from all the monsters... I will protect what´s mine!” he whispers lowly while kissing your forehead gently. You could do nothing except whimper as sleep take over you, making your body melt into his. He turns back and walks to the dense forest, taking you away from your, now, old life.

Hey Guys!! So here is the first chapter of Your Witcher. I will be doing a taglist on this series so if you want to be tagged click right HERE

I hope you enjoy it and feel free to comment and tell me what you think!

XOXO

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emi-the-drawing-nerd · 4 years

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Me, writing my third story about a tough, hardened-by-life middle aged man having to look after a child, later on realizing he thinks of them as his own, learning the importance of family, love and caring in the process: wait, what do you mean I have daddy issues?

#writing #fanficion #original writing #last of us #wild hunt #projecting #the witcher #random stuff

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quasar-concept · 2 years

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Until You Do

Witcher Fanfiction | Rated T | 2.5k words

"This mess" wasn’t actually Ciri’s mess. Ciri was stuck in Jaskier’s time-loop. Apparently, he’d been through at least three weeks of the same day before Ciri began to go through them, too, and between the two of them they decided: time-loops sucked. For Witcher Trick or Treat 2021

Can be read HERE or under the cut

The crisp autumn air brushed Ciri’s pale cheeks a soft pink, and dotted her nose red as she sat on top of Roach walking alongside Geralt. The bronze rain of leaves indicated the coming winter; indicated that they would need to begin the long journey to Kaer Morhen sooner rather than later.

Ciri’s bones ached, but she knew that Geralt was far more tired than he was letting on. They were passing through Carsten—a town just north of Oxenfurt—and wouldn’t be stopping. Oxenfurt would have safer places, moreso for Ciri than Geralt, to stay for a few days.

Carsten was small for its proximity to such a bustling hub as Oxenfurt, but Ciri had decided that the buildings were nice. The farmers there were often generous, and offered up extra food for Roach on occasion. Carsten wasn’t horrible, no, but the inn was less than favourable, damp, and crudely pulled together, with little privacy offered, and several too many wandering hands.

Even with all his mutations, the unusually successive contracts had to have taken a toll on the Witcher, and Ciri could see his shoulders sagging in slowly creeping exhaustion.

It was still early in the day, and though Ciri felt the urge to scream her frustrations and boredoms, to jump from Roach’s back and make a mess, she let Geralt urge Roach on with a soft rumble of praise to his mare’s cheek.

There was little to do as Ciri and Geralt continued on their way to Oxenfurt, and Ciri had ridden this road so many times previously that she no longer had any questions.

Her silence didn’t go unnoticed. “You’re quiet, princess,” Geralt said, without a glance away from the road.

“You must miss the bard,” Ciri said. With any luck, Geralt would get over himself, and Ciri could get out of this mess.

This mess wasn’t actually Ciri’s mess. It was Jaskier’s, and Ciri had just got caught up in it. Ciri was stuck in Jaskier’s time-loop. Apparently, he’d been through at least three weeks of the same day before Ciri began to go through them, too, and between the two of them they decided: time-loops sucked.

“There’s not much to miss,” Geralt said, like he had every time before.

Ciri rolled her eyes as she let the autumn breeze lull her into a daze, and silently begged for them to reach Oxenfurt so she and Jaskier could try another probably-doomed plan to stop this day from happening over—

and over—

And

Over.

It was eternity and no time at all before they arrived in Oxenfurt, the narrow streets colourful and bright, the annual Evening Festival pulling academics and residents alike into the streets, buzzing with excitement, wishes inked on strips of paper and tied to lanterns and trees and rooftops.

Geralt was surveying, looking for a place out of the way, affordable, but not so lowly that he couldn’t let Ciri out of his sight. Not that she couldn’t take care of herself if necessary, Geralt just wanted to limit the necessity as much as possible.

“Geralt,” Ciri said, voice low and tired. “Can we stop there?” She pointed to a cheap-looking place, narrow and tall like the rest of the surrounding buildings, with paint peeling from the signs above it, banners weather-worn and fraying at the edges. Ciri hoped he would agree—he hadn’t the last few today’s, and Ciri had needed to run off to try and find Jaskier.

There might not be any consequences for their actions in the loop—no one remembered the day but them, like a secret nightmare only they shared—but Jaskier’s eyes were dull and grey, and Ciri’s blood was singing with boredom.

“Let’s look,” Geralt said with a soft nod. He led Roach to the ally, a small outcropping dedicated as a somewhat-abysmal stable would do for the moment—he would look for a more suitable stable after he got Ciri settled.

A cat that had been lounging on the banister, in the only patch of sun reaching the ground, hissed as Geralt glided up the creaking stairs and into the inn. Ciri followed, dirt-stained velvet no longer dragging along the ground, torn and scruffy, leather boots clanking on the planks of wood.

Immediately, Jaskier’s powerful, lilting voice drifted across from the stage, the rowdy, off-kilter voices of the audience joined in a fun, discordant, harmony.

Geralt sniffed.

Ciri saw Geralt give Jaskier a one-over, saw him take in the shining purple coat, his slightly-damp hair flung about with the dizzying, erratic movement of his performance. Geralt didn’t know that Ciri knew Jaskier, didn’t know that she knew there was an ache in their chests as their eyes locked and Jaskier’s voice faltered slightly, even though he really should be used to seeing Geralt’s figure darkening the doorway.

Geralt stomped up to the bar, pointedly turning away from Jaskier’s wilting figure, even as the bard finished out the bawdy song.

“A room,” Geralt said to the shaking bartender. “Two beds.”

Ciri followed Geralt, softly thanking the bartender as he stuttered out directions and handed over the rusted key. Ciri wasn’t interested in getting any rest, not now that they had finally made it to Jaskier, and had little time left in the day before the loop began again. Ciri did want to throw her rucksack onto the floor, wash the grime from her face, so she could think clearly.

Geralt slung his swords from his back, resting them gently beneath the cracked window, his bag of potion ingredients dropped gently at the foot of the rickety bed by the door, too small for a regular man and what Ciri could see would be too uncomfortable for Geralt to even doze in.

“Perhaps we should push the beds together?”

“Perhaps,” Geralt agreed, and dragged the second bed closer, and stepped around to slam them together.

“I’m going to go downstairs, Geralt,” Ciri said. “You should get some rest.”

Geralt was still, barely blinking before he replied, “Be careful, princess.”

“I will. Sleep well, Geralt.”

Ciri ran down the stairs, and almost collided with Jaskier.

“So, remember how I said yesterday’s today that I’m fairly sure I’ve figured out what’s caused this?” Jaskier was vibrating with energy he hadn’t had when they had walked into the inn, eyes suddenly hopeful as his words spilled hurriedly from his mouth.

“Yes, Jaskier,” Ciri said slowly, trying to prompt Jaskier into a calmer speed. “I remember. You never got the chance to tell me.”

“I think this is mostly my fault, and this really should have occurred to me earlier, but quite honestly I didn’t really believe it would work, so this is all quite unexpected.”

“Do you think you can stop it?”

Jaskier wilted. “That’s the thing,” he sighed. “I know that I caused this with my stupid Evening wish, but that means I definitely can’t be the one to undo it.”

“Why not? Just don’t make the wish, Jaskier.”

“I wrote it yesterday, because I knew I would be busy with this.” Jaskier said, gesturing to the surrounding bar. “So, that’s not possible. Luckily,” he said, before Ciri could complain aloud. “I know what my wish was. But, as I said. I can’t fix it.”

“Who can?”

“Geralt.”

Ciri felt her mouth open. And close. And open again. “Right.”

“This isn’t really his strong suit, though.”

“He’s good at problem solving,” Ciri retorted on instinct.

Jaskier nodded. “Yes, but he’s not so good at talking about his own emotions, now is he?”

Ciri swore.

“Exactly.”

“What does he need to do?”

Jaskier swung his lute to his front, tucked his arm under it, and hummed softly. “See last… well it wasn’t summer, and it certainly wasn’t last summer, but a few years ago, Geralt and I went on a quest, you see, and—”

“Jaskier, I love your stories, I really do, but this is a bit time sensitive, don’t you think?” Ciri said.

“Of course princess, you’re right,” Jaskier said. “Geralt needs to apologise to me for breaking my heart.”

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Cirilla had been sending him looks.

They had barely crossed into Carden, and though Geralt’s swords were beginning to feel like weights on his shoulders, they couldn’t stop here.

But Ciri had been giving him a lot of strange looks, and he was starting to get curious.

“Yes, princess?”

The winter-haired princess startled slightly on Roach’s back, eyes blown slightly. But she gathered herself, and rolled her shoulders back in what Geralt thought was defiance.

“Do you miss Jaskier?”

And that wasn’t something Geralt had thought she knew about.

Nevermind that she knew, though, he supposed. It was a good question, but the tug and constricting in his throat, the painful thrum of his heart was too much; Geralt couldn’t handle it, lashed out, and ruined it all.

“No.” He lied.

Ciri hummed, bright green eyes glinting in the midday sun, like she didn’t quite believe him, but she let the buzz of autumn settle over their silence, let Geralt cling to his lie for a little while longer as they made their way through the rickety, narrow-rooved town, right for Oxenfurt. Glossy posters lined the dirt-stained buildings, calling on visitors to join in the Evening Festival, complete with the shower of stars.

They made their way through the

“Geralt,” Ciri said, some time before they reached the outskirts of Oxenfurt. “Do we have time to stay for the festival?”

As a general rule, Geralt liked to avoid Oxenfurt, as he liked to avoid potential run-ins with Jaskier. But they were running late this year, so there really wasn’t much of a choice. Besides, who was Geralt to keep Ciri from experiencing the electric pull and bubbling joys of the festival before being stuck on a bleeding, harsh mountain for the better part of the season.

“Of course, Princess,” he said. They’d made decent time, and the snow on the mountains to the north hadn’t fallen much lower than the peaks. One night would be alright. They needed rest, anyway.

The sun had started to dip, inviting the chill of the autumn evening, so when Ciri pointed to the colourful, rickety inn, trying to hide the beginnings of her shivers beneath her tattered cloak, Geralt didn’t protest, didn’t say they should look for another place, despite his gut clenching in anticipation—entirely different from the hunt, from the scent of danger, but anticipation nonetheless.

Geralt shoved the door open, and immediately he knew he shouldn’t have.

There, lute in hand, shining in bright purples and mock-golds, was Jaskier, voice carrying over the off-key wailing of the crowd. Geralt tried not to look, locked his shining eyes on the bartender, but not before they connected with Jaskier’s—oddly lifeless��eyes, before the bard stumbled over the words of his song.

Geralt ignored the stabbing clench of his stomach, ignored Jaskier, ordered the room, and followed Cirilla up, key in hand.

Ciri glanced at Geralt, snow-white fringe shielding her eyes; she looked like she wanted to say something, but Geralt was still trying to untangle his insides, snuff out the fluttering.

They shoved the inadequately-sized beds together, before Ciri told him she was going downstairs. He let her go, feet aching from the long walk.

Geralt tried to rest, but the noise of the bar below crept through the cracks of the floor, and even though he could no longer hear Jaskier’s voice singing, bright and clear, Geralt’s heart wouldn’t stop thrumming in his chest.

It didn’t matter—it was better for Jaskeir to

stay far—

Far

away

Despite his restlessness, sharp teeth grinding, jaw clenched, the sun had managed to creep away below the horizon, the bar below quiet enough for him to pick out Ciri’s gentle laugh, the other revelers gone to investigate the festival outside.

He crept down the stairs, as light as he could

“Geralt!” Ciri called, smiling broadly. Jaskier sat across from her, eyes wild and unsure, crouched in on himself. “You two should go watch the falling stars, while I go and find some food!” She had certainly perked up since they had begun their long ride.

Geralt smiled at her. “Go have fun, princess,” he said, despite the curl of nerves behind his ears.

She traipsed out the door with a wave, and Geralt turned to Jaskier, avoiding his eyes.

“Well…” Jaskier started.

“Jaskier…” Words were supposed to be Jaskier’s thing.

He crossed his arms, eyebrow raised, purple cloth crinkling. “I forgive you, Geralt, so let’s listen to your winter-haired child, and go watch the stars.” Jaskier stalked towards the door, lute strapped onto his shoulder. He glanced back at Geralt with a smirk. “I know a good place to see them.”

The streets were lined with candy-coloured lights, the streets bustling with people bursting with laughter. Geralt was sure the tension between him and Jaskier was palpable, but was thankful the people flooding the streets were too wrapped up in the festivities to care what the Witcher and the bard were doing.

He followed Jaskier up the stairs of the university, all the way to the rooftop, empty due to the harsh cold that had settled over it.

“You forgive easily, Jaskier.”

“I suppose,” he hummed. “But this… Geralt, you hurt me, and I’ve had—had a long time to think about it. I couldn’t write for months. You—you sapped a lot out of me, when you told me none so elegantly to fuck off.”

“I didn’t mean it, Jask,” Geralt said, eyes trained on the shining stars above and not the one next to him. “I was… I was hurting, but it was wrong?” He didn’t really mean for it to be a question, but there was little space in a Witcher’s life for apologies, and it stuck to his tongue and caught in his throat.

“It was.” Jaskier’s silence was filled by the distant cries of the festival, as the lights began to extinguish.

“I shouldn’t have said that to you, and I am sorry, Jaskier.”

“So you should be,” Jaskier said, and turned to Geralt.

Geralt wanted to grumble at the cliché of kissing under falling stars, but Jaskier’s lips were warm and gentle, and Geralt sighed into the tingle, the gentle embrace wonderful and heart-stopping, and if this was how he died, Geralt wouldn’t mind. The silver streaks of starlight in the sky nothing at all, and Jaskier’s strong, careful touch on his neck everything.

"Are you okay with this, Geralt?" Jaskier asked, stars in his eyes. "Because I don't—can't do this impermanently."

"Nothing is permanent."

"You know what I mean."

Geralt grunted. "Yes, Jaskier, I'm okay with us."

Jaskier smiled, and curled into his Witcher’s side. “Me, too.”

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Geralt felt Jaskier startle beneath his arm. His breathing was short and startled, so Geralt ran his hand down Jaskier’s arm, chasing the unexpected chill in the air away.

“Jaskier.”

He sighed, soft and lovely, and tucked himself hard against Geralt’s body, curled in his scarred arms. “Good morning, Geralt.”

Geralt hummed, carding his fingers through Jaskier’s messy hair, remembering the all-knowing grin Ciri had sent them when they had finally crawled their way back to the inn.

“Come to Kaer Morhen.”

Geralt felt Jaskier smile into his chest, soft and hopeful, and nod.

Geralt’s heart squeezed, and he sighed, content.

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druigprotectionsquad · 2 years

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Intro/ get to know me!

Masterlist

Hi! So I wasn’t gonna make this type of post, mainly because I didn’t plan to interact with people, I was just writing for fun and I didn’t really think anyone would take an interest…

But over the past few days and some positive reactions. I want to be active on Tumblr again, I want to be apart of a community, I want to interact and have mutals. I have written fanficion for a looooong time, but I kept it hidden because I was embarrassed, I’m not embarrassed anymore!

So on that note I’d like to Introduce myself!

My name is Nenneke and I’m 19 years old. I identify as Aromantic & Queer🏳️‍🌈 my pronouns are She/Him. I am currently on a self discovery with my identity and I am currently Identifying as Non Human (I am happy to answer any questions, I know that is a very confusing sentence!)

My Fandoms!

-Marvel -Supernatural -Sherlock -The Witcher

-Gravity Falls -The Walking Dead -Harry Potter

-Five Nights at Freddie’s

And many more!

I will be writing mostly for Marvel seeing as it is my biggest obsession, and mainly for characters like Bucky & Druig, but I will try diversify it. I have a lot of stuff in the works but my biggest project is my Dark Avengers series but there is more to come!. After I bulk up my writing I will create a master list that will be linked in my Bio!

About my work!

Most of my work will be 🔞, and some will include sensitive topics like Non-Con (I understand not everyone is comfortable with this topic, but I am writing this series to work through some of my own stuff, after writing I exercise self care and as should you if you read these works- They are not real and I do not condone IRL Noncon)

I will not write -

-Incestual relations -certain kinks/fetishes

-I won’t write for my comfort characters ( Vision, Castiel, Matt Murdock, Bruce Banner) there will be more!

-I won’t write underage characters or relationships

-Currently not taking requests either

I’m sure I will have more to say, but for now this is all I have prepared. If you wish to become mutuals or something don’t be afraid to ask. I’m here fo share my work and be apart of this community!!

#marvel cinematic universe #fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #fanfic community #queer community

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darklydeliciousdesires · 3 years

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REQUESTS OPEN!

Yes, just for a short time, I have decided to open my requests. I cannot promise I will write everything I receive, but if I like it and feel I can vibe with the idea, I'll see if I can make it work. Hit me up! I'd prefer Henry, Geralt, Eskel, the Chris's (Evans and Hemsworth) and Tom Hardy based ideas, but I could be open to the idea of other hotness too! 😉

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saelwen · 4 years

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Your Witcher

Dark!Geralt of Rivia x Shy!Reader

Chapter Nine

Masterlist

Warnings: none I think, just Y/n becoming really badass

Words:1.500

Days have passed and the beautiful white snake came every day to see you. Telling you that he had broken the spell on Alice which caused Geralt to have a big problem on his hands, giving you a chance to run away from this hellhole.

Each day Geralt would walk in your room and force orgasm after orgasm out of your abused body, leaving you a weeping mess. And each time, the three magical words would come out of his rough lips, making you think that maybe, just maybe he really loved you. No! If he loved you he wouldn´t have made you suffer.

“Do you know what’s in that chest?” You ask the snake, rubbing gently his cold scaled head.

Yes.

His voice comes out rough, almost like a growl. You look down and put a piece of your h/c hair behind your ear.

“C..Can you tell me?” You look to his red eyes hopefully. Since the day that Geralt brought that thing into the house, you wanted to know what is in there. He said that was something for you in there but by his dark smirk on his lips, it may be something that you won’t like very much.

That chest contains your future... and it’s not a good future.

A cold shiver runs down your spine as you heard his words. Your future? What does he mean by that? You think while looking to the chest in the corner of the room, remembering the strange black bottle that Geralt had put in there with such care.

Whispers begin to fill your head, soft and delicate. Shaking your head, you eye the chest suspiciously, seeing the runes craved in there shining bright. It was almost like the chest was calling for you, repeatedly your name over and over.

“What’s happening?” You whisper quietly, looking to the glowing chest in fear as you start to feel your body heavy and your eyelids fluttering shut.

Do not listen to the voices, Y/n! They are evil!

The guardian said with a firm voice, bringing you out of the daze. You rub your hands on your heavy eyes, trying to push away the sleepiness that the voices put on you.

“What’s in there, Guardian!” You asked, this time with a firm voice.

The Guardian sighs and crawls your arm, wrapping his cold body around your shoulders. Outside, you could hear Geralt shopping the thick logs for the fireplace. You could hear also the howls and cries from Alice coming from the cellar, screaming in a rage that she will rip every piece from Geralt and that she will put his head over her fireplace as a trophy.

There is an ancient power inside that chest... A power that the elves would give to their ´pets´ to last longer or to attach them to their world, connecting a human to a more powerful being.

He took a deep breath and crawl to the other shoulder.

But it can cause some severe consequences... some consequences that I'm sure that witcher doesn´t know.

You swallow a lump on your throat and close your eyes, letting some tears fall down. So, you will die in the arms of this monster or worst... became a monster like him.

“I´ve got to get out of here! Please! Take me away from this place!” you plead to the Guardian, fear spreading through your veins as you think about taking some of that horrifying liquid.

The white snake squeezes around your shoulders in comfort and rub his snout against your soaked cheek. Your breath begins coming out in little huffs and puffs, making difficult to breathe. The sounds of Alice howls and Geralt cutting logs starts sounding distant, the warmth around you become cold and starts spinning around.

Y/n! Take deep breathes! It´s alright.

The rich voice of the Guardian echoed in your head but you couldn´t focus on it. You fall down on the soft bed and clench your fist on your sweated chest.

It´s too much! Everything that happens to you in these months, everything that monster did to you. Using you as he wishes, taking away a good life from you and torture your mother figure for his own pleasure. He has to pay for everything! He has to suffer like you did!

Your body starts becoming hotter and your vision was blurry. Looking down, you saw some strange scarlet light coming out from your hands. What´s happening?! You move your gaze to the Guardian, seeing his red eyes wide in shock.

“W..What´s happening?!” you whimper, feeling a sting on your head. Suddenly you start hearing loud voices on your head, forcing a painful cry escape from your lips. ´Why don´t she loves me?! Everything I did to her was to show her how much I love her! She has to know that I know what´s better for her!´ Geralt's voice sounded inside your head, making gasp in surprise.

Turning your head to the side, you begin to hear a new voice. ´I will kill him! I will kill him! I will make him suffer for what he did to Y/n and to me!´ Alice´s snarls echoed in your head. You could hear their thoughts!

“G..Guardian? What´s going on?!” you stutter quietly.

Oh, Gods!... How could I have been so blind! You´re a sorcerous!

Your eyes almost jump from your face as you hear his words. Sorcerous?! How could you be a sorcerous? Looking to the side, a gasp escapes from your lips as you saw your reflection on the large mirror beside the bed. Your e/c eyes were now glowing dark red, your h/c hair was much darker and light reddish glow hovered it along the rest of your naked body.

Y/n! Look at me!

The guardian's voice broke from your thoughts, making you move your gaze from your reflection to him.

You must have many questions right now and that everything is happening all the sudden but you need to listen to me!... I want you to try and channel your powers into your hands. Focus your mind on the power that is running on your veins!

He said quickly a while looking through the small crack on the wall, where he could see Geralt. You nod and took a deep breath, doing what he just said. Closing your eyes, you focus on the strange sensation running through your body. You could feel your veins become warmer as well as your hands. You try to shut down the voices inside your head but it was hard since Alice and Geralt have some quite loud thoughts.

Swallowing hard, you lift your glowing hands and look at them, awe by how they look.

Good! Now put your hand on the chains and let your power run out of your hands.

Nodding, you put your hands on the cold chains and let the strange glow flue from your hands. A gasp fell from your lips as you saw the chains melt like snow, disappearing on the soft sheets. You look to the guardian in awe, opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of water. The guardian chuckles and wraps gently his cold body around your neck.

Good work, Y/n! Now let´s get out of this place!

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Geralt sigh as he rubs his hand on his face, cleaning the sweat from his sharp face. Looking up, he sees the fluffy clouds in the clear blue sky. Today was a lovely day and he´s eager to finish his work outside and go to the comfort of his little princess.

Throwing the ax to the ground, he starts picking up the logs to get them inside but as he bends down a loud crash sounded in the house. His head shot up and what he saw made his mouth hang open as the front door opens.

Standing by the door was his princess and the werewolf but what made his mind go crazy was Y/n glowing hands and eyes. What´s going on? How did this happen?! He shot up from the ground and took a careful step forward, studying their movements. Geralt could feel the immense power coming out from his princess. He notices a white snake around her neck, glaring at him with his little red eyes.

“Princes-”

“Shut up! Stay back or I will hurt you!” she snarls loudly to him, making him look in surprise to his princess. “You have been using me and torturing me every single day... You took everything from me!” she said while raising one of her glowing hands, lifting some old axes beside her.

She throws them to him and by inches he could dodge, jumping to the side. Geralt quickly grabs his dagger on his belt and launch to her but Alice grabs him by the neck, lifting him high in the air.

“I would rip this pretty head and hanging it on my fireplace.” Alice snarls lowly to him. “But it seems the Y/n has other plans for you.” with that she knocks him out with her fist and the last thing he saw was a wicked smile that he used to have on Y/n lips.

Hello Beautiful People!! So, what do you think? I was thinking that maybe it would be good to make Y/n begins to face up Geralt and make her a little badass and yes, i made Y/n powers looking like Scarlet Witch 😂. I hope you like it and feel free to comment and tell me what you think!!

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saelwen · 4 years

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Geralt of Rivia x Child!Reader

Part1

Masterlist

Summary: What happens when a certain witcher save you from an awful future to become a slave for the Nifgaard realm? Follow the journey of you and the white-haired witcher adventures, blossoming a beautiful relationship between father and daughter. (Yeah... I know that the summary is bad 😂 Sorry)

Warnings: Angst, a little bit of blood

Words: 1,600

A/n: So, i notice that isn´t many fanfics of Geralt being a cute dad so i thought of doing one! The reader is 5 years old. I might do a part 2 to this.

Screams. That´s all you could hear around you. Tears were running down your soft cheeks freely as you see the destruction around yourself. Seeing houses being burnt to the ground, men being slaughter and women trying to comfort their children before the black ones could kill them.

Kneeling down, you put your small hands on the cold body before you. “M..Mommy?...Mommy wake up...” your voice comes out tiny as you try to shake your mother´s corpse, your vision was becoming more and more blurry by the fat tears running out of your big e/c eyes. “P..Please Mommy!” you stutter quietly, your lower lip trembling from fear and heartbreak.

Suddenly a strong hand grabs your h/c hair and pull you forcibly, making you scream in pain. “What do we have here? A little pig?” one of the soldiers that were attacking your village said with an evil laugh.

You put your small hands on his and try to kick him away from you, pleading from him to let you go but that only made them laugh even more. One of the soldiers went to you grab your soaked cheeks tightly, forcing you to look to his wicked eyes. “You would do a perfect slave...maybe when you´re older, you could bring some pleasure to us,” he said with a disgusting smirk on his rough lips. The other two men agreed but the fourth man didn´t say anything, only stay there with a painful look on his pale face. You notice blood running down his mouth and small gasp leaving his mouth. Of a sudden the man falls down to the floor and a large figure stood behind him, with a bloody sword on his hand.

“What the fuck!” the man that was holding whisper as he saw the golden eyes of the stranger glowing in the dark, glaring dangerously to the three men.

The other two men run to the golden eye man, clashing their swords with his but they were not good as the large man, who kill them with one single blow, cutting their heads with his shining sword.

Your eyes shut close as a wave of blood cover your tiny body, making you gasp as you feel the warm red liquid on your s/c skin.

The man that was holding your hair, screamed and throw you to the hard ground. You fell on the floor with a hard crash and your breath got caught on your throat a little. The soldier starts running away, screaming ´mutant´ but his alarmed voice was changed by a gurgling squeal as the golden eye man throws his sword, piercing his throat.

You stay still on the cold floor, curl in a small ball beside your mother. Sobbing into your mother's cold neck.

After a while, you feel a warm hand stroking gently your back. Lifting slowly your head, your teary eyes met golden ones, full of concern. “Are you okay, child?” his rich deep voice envelopes you in warmth and safeness.

You nod slowly and look down, pointing to the corpse beside you. “Mommy doesn´t wake up!” you sob quietly. The stranger lets out a sigh and nods, putting his warm hand on your bloody cheeks, cleaning some of it. “I´m sorry little one... I think its better for you to go with the rest of refugees...” he said while looking back, seeing some women and men running out of the village with children and small babies. You shook your small head and whimper as you see them looking at you, waiting to come to them.

The strange man pats your head and stood up. “Stay safe, child,” he said while walking towards his horse, leaving you alone and scared, taking all the safeness with him.

Looking to the people waiting for you and then to the stranger's back, you stood up and run as fast your little legs could.

The golden eye man stops as he feels your tiny hand grab his. Looking down, he sees your sad chubby face staring to him, tears running down your soft cheeks. “P..Please...don´t leave me!” you desperate grab his large hand, trying to make him stay.

He stays looking down at you with a serious face, thinking of what to do. After a while, he lets out a defeated sigh and nods. “Okay... but I will only take you to the nearest town, where is safe for you,” he said while picking you up and putting you on his horse´s back. Then he climbs up, sitting behind you. His strong arms wrap around you as he takes hold of the reins and orders his horse to move, taking you away from the vast chaos and death.

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It´s been a month and you still have a long way until you arrive at the nearest town. In all your time with Geralt, you got to know each other. To your surprise, the large man was a witcher who shocks you since he was so gentle and protective with you.

You have heard stories about his kind, your mother used to tell as a bedtime story. Telling the brave tales from the monsters' hunters.

“I´m bored...” you said while sitting beside the small campfire, pouting. “Hi bored. I’m Geralt.” he said with a smirk on his face, making you huff in annoyance. “Can I go play in the river?” you asked with hopeful eyes.

Since you two stopped to make a camp, the lovely calm waters from the river on the other side of the road grabbed your attention. All you wanted to do was to jump to the beautiful blue water and swim around.

“No.” that was his answer which made your hope die out. You roll your eyes and huff, hitting with your tiny foot on the muddy ground. “Why not?” you asked, glaring to him.

Geralt stops polishing his sword and looks to you with one of his silver brows lifted. “Because I said so. Now, why don´t you rest a bit?” he said while posing his sword beside him and resting his back against the tree, closing his eyes.

You murmured something under your breath and lie down beside the warm fire, watching the flames dance with each other.

After some time, you hear a soft snore coming from Geralt. Standing up, you saw him fast asleep. Smirking gently, you tiptoe to the river, careful not to step in some dry leaves.

As you reach the bank of the river, the fresh air hits your small face. Grinning widely, you took off your shoes and put your tiny feet on the cold water, giggling as you feel the soft sand on your toes. Looking up, you saw the sun going down and the stars starting appearing on the twilight sky.

As you were entertained playing on the water, you didn't notice the horrendous creature swimming in your way. His hungry eyes fixed on your small figure, waiting for you to let down your guard. As you were about to pick up a beautiful white stone, you see something move on the murky water. Feeling suspicious, you turn back to leave but a wet cold hand grabs your arm, pulling into the deeps of the river.

You scream and trash your small body, trying to get free from the creature firm hold. Water starts filling your lungs, making difficult to breathe and your body heavy. The creature licks your face and opens his large mouth, showing all his sharp teeth. As he was about to bit your face off, something pulls the creature out of the water, taking you as well.

When you hit the hard ground, you start coughing all the water out and taking deep breathes, filling your lungs with fresh air.

The creature lets out a painful scream and fell on the floor, black blood pouring out of his mouth. Looking up, you see Geralt glaring down to the creature, stabbing him with the point of his silver sword.

Sobbing loudly, you jump to his arms. Burying your face on his warm chest, inhaling his spicy scent. He wraps his arms around your small frame and carries you back to the camp.

He grabs a warm blanket and wraps it around you. “I..I´m sorry...Please d..don´t be mad at me...” you sob into his neck, curling your small body against his.

Geralt took a deep breath and kiss gently your forehead. “I´m not mad, Y/n... but you should have listened to me. You could have died if I didn´t hear you yell,” he said, rocking you gently, trying to calm you down.

You nod and took a deep breath. Your cries begin to die out, only sniffing and whimper quietly into his chest.

Geralt starts humming a song, making your eyes heavy as sleep begins to take over your sore and shivering body. His gentle strokes on your back made hum in happiness as bury yourself into him, pulling the soft blanket to your shoulder and sigh in relief.

The only things you could hear was his soft humming and the slow beat of his heart, lulling you to sleep.

“I love you, Daddy.” with your words, his body tense. His humming stops and his heart starts beating faster. He took a deep breath and kiss your head, you could feel the sweet smile on his lips.

“And I love you, my daughter.”

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saelwen · 4 years

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Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Part1 / Part 2

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Summary: You and Geralt had a past together. A past that you wanted to run away from it but after one of your hunts, Geralt show up, trying to convince to return to him. (Sorry. I’m bad at summaries)

Warnings: Angst, SMUT

Words: 2,300

“Here you go, Ellie!” I said a while putting a bowl of meat on the stone floor. Ellie let out a small whine of happiness and started eating. Sighing, i walk to the large pot by the fire. I grab it and put it on the table in the middle of my cozy living room.

It’s been two weeks since my awful encounter with Geralt. I and Ellie rode for days until we arrive at my small hut in the woods. I found it on one of my jobs, it was old and falling apart but with some money that i gain on the job here and some hard work, i rebuilt the old hut all by myself. It was perfect for me and Ellie, it had one bedroom and the rest was a small living room with a tiny kitchen. To do the necessities, i had to go outside since i hadn’t time to finish the bathroom.

I was very lucky on my trip here. No monster or human had run into me and in the middle of the trip, it started raining in which help me cover my tracks so Geralt couldn’t find me again.

Grabbing my sword, i sit on the comfortable chair by the fire and started polishing the blade, cleaning all the traces of blood. Humming to a melody that my mother used to sing to me as a child, i relax my back into the chair. It’s so long since i had a calm night all to myself, relaxed by the fire with Ellie sleeping soundly beside me.

After cleaning my sword, i put it away and melted into the extremely comfortable chair. Feeling my feet warm up with the roaring fire in front of me. Closing my eyes, i let sleep take over me, taking me to the land of dreams.

As i was drifting to sleep, i hear Ellie growl loudly. Shooting my eyes open, i see her fierce gaze fixed on the door. Standing up quietly, i grab my sword and walk slowly to the door with Ellie close behind me. Can´t I have a fucking night off?!

Kicking the door open, I jump to the large cloaked figure standing in front of my hut. I punch with all my strength on the stranger's face, forcing a groan to fall from their lips.

My body froze as I see a pair of two golden eyes. “Fuck, Geralt! What are you doing here?” I said, standing up and moving away from him. He stood up and clean some blood that was dripping from his nose because of my hit on his face.

He pushes the cloak away from his head, showing his silver hair to the bright light of the moon. “Y/n...Please just listen to me!” His deep voice sounded around the cold air. I huff and turn away, walking back inside of my small cozy hut.

“There nothing to listen! Now, if you excuse me, i liked to continue my lovely night.” I said a while shutting the door behind me but a firm hand stops it from closing. Looking back, i see the same dark look on his face from before. He pulls the door open and walks inside, pushing to the chair. Ellie jump between us and growls dangerously to Geralt.

“What happens between me and Yennefer didn’t mean nothing, Y/n...” he said, his eyes looking to mine so intensely. I roll my eyes and move my gaze from him to the fire, focusing on the scarlet flames. I feel tears trying to escape from my eyes as the memory of them having such a passionate moment.

Taking a deep breath, i put my sword on the small wooden table beside me. “What those make you believe that i care?... We just were fooling around, it wasn’t a serious relationship, Geralt.” My voice was emotionless just like my face. Geralt let out a hmm and kneel down in front of me, his large hands grabbing mine gently.

“I know you care, Y/n...because i care! Fuck, Y/n! I love you!” As he said those three magical words, i lift my head to look to him. Seeing his eyes full of guilt and love. “Look, i know that I am not the best person to express those kinda feelings but... I love you since i saw you killing that werewolf, seeing how gracefully your movements were... I was stupid for falling for that fucking spell that Yennefer put on me.” He moves his strong hand to my cheek, cupping softly.

I stood up, moving away from his touch. I walk to the window and looked outside, seeing the moonlight spread to all the land around the hut. “You're too late, Geralt...I´ve moved on and I don't intend to go back and suffer all again because of you!” it was true, I don´t want to relive the past. I don´t know if I could take another heart break.

There is a long silence in the room, the only thing I could hear was the crack from the fireplace and Geralt´s sharp breath. Turning my head to the side, I look over the shoulder to him. “You should go, Geralt...” I said quietly. He walked to me and put his hand on my waist, pulling me into his chest. “Please...Y/n...i love you and only you.” he buried his face on my hair, taking a deep breath. I notice his hands shake and a cold tear hit my neck.

Turning back, I put my hands on his sharp cheek, lifting his head a little so I could look to his eyes. A sigh falls from my lips as I see his beautiful golden eyes full of tears, running down freely on his face. “I love you too but-” he cut me off by crashing his soft lips to mine, kissing with such passion that made my headlight.

A moan escapes from me when I feel him biting gently my lower lip. God! It´s been so long. He pulls back a little, his forehead resting against mine. “Fuck destiny! I make my own destiny and I want you to be part of it!” he whispers a while cleaning some tears that had fallen down my eyes.

After all this time, he still loves me...he had always loved me. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him down to my lips. This time the kiss was rougher, all tongue and teeth.

His warm hands move down my waist, cupping gently my ass. Taking the hit, I jump and wrap my legs around his strong waist. He turns back and walks us to my bedroom. As he walks inside, he throws me to the soft bed, making me giggle in excitement. He takes off his black shirt, showing me his bare chest. I bit my lip as I see his muscle move when he starts taking his pants off, seeing his incredible massive chest shine with the lights of the candles.

He climbs to the bed when all his clothes were on the floor in a pile. I close my eyes when I feel his hot lips on my neck, sucking and biting gently on the skin there. His skillful hands grab the hem of my dress and pull it out of my body, leaving me bare like him.

“You´re so beautiful... so soft... so tasty.” he growls in my ear a while his hand run down my body, touching every bit of my warm skin. A shiver runs down my spine as I feel his large hand grabbing my breast, his long fingers pinching my erect nipple.

His warm lips return to mine, swallowing all my moans. I bury my hands on his silver hair, pulling softly. He starts kissing down my neck, then to my chest. Nipping and sucking on my nipples, making my eyes roll back. “Fuck!...Geralt...” I moan loudly, making him smirk.

His wet kisses move down to my belly, his stubble on my skin making goosebumps spread through my skin. I look down when I feel him moving between my open thighs, his golden eyes full of lust and mischief. “Relax, Y/n... let me take care of you.” he said with a husky voice, making my body melt into the mattress.

Nodding, I do as he told. A small gasp falls from my lips as I feel the little kiss on my wet slit. His hot and skillful tongue starts playing with my folds and clit, sucking gently on it. All that came out from my mouth was moans and whimpers, my head was foggy and light from all the pleasure that Geralt was giving me.

My eyes roll back as I felt my orgasm forming, one of my hands grab tightly the pillow under my head a while the other grab Geralt´s hair. “Oh God!...I’m close! Fuck, Geralt!” as he hears my moans, his hot mouth left my center. A whine escapes from my lips as I look to him in confusion.

“Such impatient little girl!” he said with a chuckle. He moves to his knees and grabs his large member, giving small pumps on it. I whimper when I feel him rubbing himself on my wet slit, lubricating it on my juices. His torturous thrusts made my aching core spasm and pleading for his cock. “Please...Geralt!” I whine gently, my hands stroking his strong chest. He looks down at me and smirks. “As my princess wish.” with that he thrusts his large cock inside me, a gasp leaves my mouth as I feel him fill me to the brick.

Looking down to where we were connected, I notice a familiar small bulge on my belly. He´s so big! Geralt stays still for a moment, letting me adjust to his massive size.

He let out a groan when he felt my velvet walls squeezing around his member. As I feel the sting disappearing, I thrust my hips forward, taking more of him inside. “Fuck! Y/n...so tight and warm.” he growls to me. Putting my legs on his shoulders, he thrusts roughly into me. Forcing a scream escape from my mouth.

His movements were all planned and perfect, making me howl like a wolf in cold full moon night. I look to his face, seeing it contoured with pleasure. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him down so his lips were on mine. I put all my passion into the kiss, all the emotions that I had hidden from him.

My eyes roll back when I feel his head hitting on my cervix, a soundless scream fell from my lips. His thrusts become faster and harder, making the bed hit the wall and my screams louder. “Oh Fuck! Geralt!...I´m so close!” he kisses my jaw to my ear and whisper softly “I love you so much...Never leave me again! Please.”

Tears were running freely again on my face. I hug him tightly and hide my face on his neck, kissing softly his warm skin. “Yes... I won´t leave you again...never again!” I said with a sultry voice.

I notice his thrusts becoming sloppy. “Fuck!...Cum, Y/n!...Cum for your witcher!” his voice was full of love and lust. I feel my orgasm explode as I hear his words, making my vision blurry.

“FUCK!” he snarls as he felt my pussy milking him, trying to take all his seed. He empties himself inside me, painting my walls with his warm seed. Black dots appear on my vision, my body melts into the bed.

He falls down beside me, his arms around my waist. It took a while for our breath was normal. I feel my body sore and damp. I hum as I feel a pleasure sting on my core, feeling our cum dripping down to the sheets.

Turning my head to the side, I smile when I see the lovely look on Geralt´s eyes. He puts his warm hand on my cheek and stroke gently. “I´ve missed you so much... I felt so lost when Jaskier told me that you had left...I´m sorry, Y/n.” his deep voice was full of regret and guilt.

Sighing, I kiss his nose softly. “Let´s not talk of the past... we are here now, together and happy.” he nods and leans down to capture my lips on his, kissing me sweetly.

Suddenly we heard a knock on the window beside the bed, making us jump in surprise. Looking to the window, I loud laugh left from me as I see Jaskier waving and smiling like a dork. “Fuck off, Jaskier!” Geralt growl to him, throwing a pillow to the window. “Oh come on! It was such a beautiful view. I needed for my new song!” Jaskier said with a laugh.

Rolling my eyes, I cuddle into Geralt´s chest. He grabs a blanket and cover us with it. I look up to him and give him a gentle kiss. “I love you, my Witcher.”

“And I love you, my wolf.”

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