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Nibor's White Honey fic is the most compelling WIP in my reading list right now. (White Honey - Nibor - Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own])
It's not light reading-- Jaskier's fighting depression and substance abuse, and Geralt's struggling to be the support he needs-- but it's full of all these painfully real moments that keep me coming back.
I've been wanting to learn some art skills, and on one of my rereads of the fic, this scene stuck out as inspo. Please don't judge the quality of the fic based on the quality of the art!
"He feels useful, even if he's not working hard. The agony in his soul withers a bit, and he can breathe."
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idk if this is what OP was thinking, but it inspired this
Of all that Geralt could have expected to find hidden in a decrepit manor in the middle of overgrown fields, he would not have guessed it to be his missing bard twirling across the vacant expanse of a grand ballroom. He paused, questioning his senses, before stepping onto the top step.
Immediately, Jaskier spun around with wide eyes. “Geralt! What are you doing here?”
Geralt didn’t have an answer ready for that, but apparently he didn’t need one, for Jaskier ducked his chin, nodded, and then squared his shoulders.
“You’re not welcome here,” Jaskier announced. “My lord bids you depart at once.”
“I should speak with him,” Geralt said.
Jaskier’s head tilted. “He doesn’t wish to talk to you.”
“I must speak with him,” Geralt said.
Jaskier snorted agreeably, gently cupped the air next to him, and mimed a heartfelt kiss.
“There are signs of a haunting,” Geralt said. He took the rest of the steps two at a time. Closer now, he could see Jaskier’s pale, nearly translucent skin, the clouded look in his eyes. “Jaskier. Where is the lord?”
“Never could see what was right in front of you,” Jaskier said, and he wrapped his arm around the empty space next to him. “I let you do it to me, but I won’t let you do that to Luszlo.”
“Fuck,” Geralt grunted. “Jaskier, come here.”
“I think not,” Jaskier squawked. “We’re through, Geralt. Exactly as you asked. I’ve put my traveling days behind me, and– Geralt!” His voice rose to a screech as Geralt unsheathed his silver sword. “Put that away now!” He took a half step forward. “I’m telling you, Geralt. You’re going too far. You can’t–”
Geralt’s medallion rattled against his chest.
“He’s happy here, Witcher. Leave.”
“Yeah,” Jaskier said, his voice cracking. “I’m finally fucking happy, and if there is an ounce of anything good between us, you’ll let me be happy.”
“He’s killing you, Jaskier,” Geralt said. “Have you looked in a mirror recently? You look like shit.” He dug his sword into the wooden floor and began carving Yrden at the base of the stairs.
“He loves me!” Jaskier screamed. “He loves me, Geralt! Exactly as I am.” He drew a breath and tilted his head again. His next words were sharper yet. “Geralt. Stop. Stop! You can’t! Please! Please just go!”
Geralt scratched the upper bar of Yrden. His medallion thrummed again, and wind shrieked through the broken windows.
“I said go!” Jaskier bellowed, and he stormed across the ballroom to shove at Geralt. “Let me have this!”
Geralt grabbed Jaskier’s wrist, swung him directly onto the sign, and cast Quen as he released. The wind fell silent. “I have to do this, Jaskier.”
Jaskier screamed curses as Geralt turned his back on him and waited for the next sign of the ghost. He couldn’t let himself be distracted by the panicking bard spitting venom as he tried to penetrate the barrier Geralt had cast to keep him contained.
“You can’t have him,” Geralt informed the specter.
“He’s mine!” Jaskier shouted, apparently suffering from the impression that Geralt had been addressing him. “You absolute bastard whoreson, you monstrous boil of a cabbagehead, listen to me. You listen to me! Geralt of Rivia, I swear on every god there ever was that if you move to hurt him–”
“He’s already dead, Jaskier.”
“Yes, a bit of an inconvenience, but we’re making it work.”
Geralt’s medallion rattled, and Geralt swung his sword in broad, smooth arcs around his body.
“No!” Jaskier screamed. “Geralt, I demand you stop at once!”
Geralt reset his footwork and turned to keep sight of where the specter might next attack.
“Geralt!” Jaskier sobbed. “Please. I love him!”
There was the flash of a shadow in Geralt’s peripheral, and he struck out with a long lunge. The specter’s body turned momentarily visible, eyes glowing with empty rage and hunger. Geralt swung again as the spirit disappeared from sight.
“No!” Jaskier screamed. His voice echoed and rose through the empty ballroom, but instead of trying to break through Quen, he’d collapsed onto the floor. He raked his fingers across the wood.
“Jaskier,” Geralt growled in warning. His medallion hummed against his sternum, and he automatically swung for the specter even as its voice rang through the ballroom.
“Yes, my love. Let me in. Let me in.”
More fervent now, Jaskier clawed desperately at the Yrden sign. Geralt pivoted hard and ran back to his foolish bard.
“Yes–”
Geralt felt the Yrden sign fail and rushed to drop Quen as he swung directly in front of Jaskier, right where Jaskier was reaching out.
Luszlo flickered back into sight, staring blankly from where he was impaled on Geralt’s sword, then up to look at Jaskier, who stared back with a gasping mouth and horrified eyes.
“My love…”
Geralt pulled back his sword, and Luszlo disintegrated before them, scattering into dusty light and shadows. Jaskier stayed on the ground, one hand still outstretched, his breath loud and rasping in the otherwise silent room.
“Jas–”
“Don’t!” Jaskier barked. He crawled backwards from Geralt, one hand held up as though to ward Geralt away. “Don’t you dare. You’ve ruined everything. We are done. You…” His voice grew tremulous. “I hate you.”
“I know,” Geralt said.
After parting ways with Geralt and the mountains, Jaskier encounters a mysterious man whom he falls deeply in love with. Despite longing for his nomadic lifestyle, Jaskier finds himself entwined in the midst of a war, residing in the grand manor of his newfound paramour.
One fateful day, Geralt unexpectedly stumbles upon Jaskier dancing alone in a lavish ballroom.
It's revealed that Jaskier's lover is a ghost, striving to regain life by gradually possessing Jaskier's body.
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Absolute Civilian Wade Wilson - baruffio - Deadpool - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
Title: Absolute Civilian Wade Wilson
Summary: Wade meets Spider-Man after a suicide. Spider-Man doesn't recognize him as Deadpool, and whoops, Wade's smitten now.
Word Count: ~1.3k
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the first and last time Geralt suggested he sleep on the floor when there was only one bed at the inn
you know once Geralt finally got in bed and was almost asleep Jaskier whispered “so are you overcome with lust now that you’re touching my nubile young body” and he almost got up and bedded down with Roach in the stable lol
[ID Jaskier leans dramatically back on the bed as Geralt stands awkwardly next to the bed. Jaskier is laughing as he says “oh no! A scoundrel alone in a room with me? My precious virtue will be in danger sharing a bed with such a handsome rogue. Please good sir I am an innocent bard who has never known the touch of a man” End ID]
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We Can Pretend - baruffio - Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
Title: We Can Pretend
Summary: This spring, when Jaskier finds Geralt, their relationship changes in a way Jaskier always wanted but never thought possible.
(Maybe that should've been his first sign.)
This is a dark fic. Please heed tags beore reading.
Word Count: ~9k
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The Obvious Conclusion - baruffio - Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Title: The Obvious Conclusion
Summary: DI Greg Lestrade has been waiting for these idiots to admit they're in love for years.
Word Count: 4.5k
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Dreamt of Songs - baruffio - The Witcher (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Title: Dreamt of Songs
Word Count: ~2.5k
Summary:
Words hurt, so he stopped talking.
It was easier, he found, when he didn’t know the names of the boys who died alongside him. When the next crop of boys came in, they were just as scared as he had been. They found his mutations off-putting, and he made no effort to be comforting or approachable. He still screamed, though.
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Title: Little Beau Pete Loves to Eat (and Wade Would Love to Stuff Him)
Summary:
“I know you don’t care about me. Because if you actually cared about me, you wouldn’t have forgotten my name.”
“I never looked up your name!” Wade yelled indignantly.
“I told you my name!” Spidey yelled back.
Wade opened his mouth, but all that came out was a creaky grunt. His mind was bleach blank, real smooth-brain. Across the rooftop, Spidey’s shoulders relaxed, and his head tilted to the side.
“I told you my name,” Spidey repeated tiredly.
“Huh,” Wade said.
Word Count: ~8k
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Title: Sugar on Top
Summary:
“Sorry, babe,” Peter said. He ran a hand up Wade’s arm and across his chest to cup Wade’s jaw. “You deserve better.”
“I deserve happy,” Wade said. After months of practice, he was starting to sound like he actually was willing to believe it.
Word Count:~1.4k
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Spideypool Incorrect Quotes
˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚
Wade: Not to be nsfw but I want someone to hold me while I sleep.
˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚
Peter, pretending he isn’t currently a bruised mess: An Apple a day keeps the Doctor away!
Wade, getting ready to go kill whoever hurt his Spidey: An Apple a day can keep anyone away if you throw it hard enough.
˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚
Peter, running on 2 hours of sleep in the last 72 hours: All the sudden I got a random burst of energy, and I think it's my body's last hurrah before it completely shuts down.
˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚
Wade: I'm going the fight the next person who insults Spidey
Peter: I hate myself.
Wade: Alright, square up.
˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚
Peter: I'll offer you some friendly advice-
Wade: I don't want your advice.
Peter: Well, then consider it unfriendly advice.
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Title: No Turn on Red
Summary: (Sequel to Kinky Ki-Yay) The first time they get rougher in the bedroom doesn’t go great.
Word Count: 1.6k
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Title: Kinky Ki-Yay
Summary: Service top! Peter, Service bottom! Wade and a whole lot of feelings (also Peter is an incorrigible dork)
Word Count: ~7.5k
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The lies of Peter Parker (part 1)
"Yes of course I've been wearing my retainer, aunt May!"
"Why would I steal from the photography room, Mr Kenyon?"
"I can't sew!"
"Oh I don't know...probably Black Widow"
"Why would I want to meet Johnny Storm? He's a rich bastard."
"I didn't eat the chocolate."
"Why would I want to be friends with Johnny Storm? He's a rich bastard."
"I hate fish"
"Why would I want to date Johnny Storm? He's a rich bastard."
"And why would I want to read a book series that cane out in 1983?"
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