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Will there be a a part two to Stayaway? (Also I am so in love with MUNA. This story really fed my wither and MUNA addiction)

well there will be now!!!! So many of their songs could work here ahhh!!

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HENRY CAVILL as GERALT OF RIVIA NETFLIX'S THE WITCHER ‧ Betrayer Moon

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How To End Your Story

The Circle Ending: A story that does a full circle and comes back to the beginning

The Moral Ending: An ending where you learn a lesson and see the character develop

The Surprise Ending: A big plot twist last-minute

The Reflection Ending: The character looks back on their past achievements and experiences

The Emotional Ending: Leave your readers feelings sad, bittersweet, or happy

The Cliffhanger Ending: End on something that will leave your readers at the edge of their seat

The Humor Ending: Finish in a funny or humorous way

The Question Ending: Make the reader wonder what will happen next

The Image Ending: Show, don't tell

The Dialogue Ending: Finish with a quote from one of your characters

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Finally watching season 3 of the Witcher and it’s so much fun y’all are just haters!!

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Writing Prompt: Dialogue

“Is everyone you know a criminal?”

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"I would kill for you. I would die for you" would you take a break for me? Would you sit down and rest? For a day, a week, a year? Would you let others take care of your needs for me? Would you let yourself be held for me? By me?

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Made this design based on the work of Carl Golden for whoever may need a little help with their character’s development

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maybe some geralt x reader with yennefer angst but happy ending? 👀

words: 800

warnings: angst!!

They made sense, in a way, you thought as you watched Yennefer stare at Geralt from across the keep. Both of them had dark pasts, choices ripped from them, living their lives as both powerful and terrifying beings. They fit.

You tucked yourself further into the furs, tearing your eyes away from watching the beautiful sorceress watching Geralt. The jealousy was bubbling in the pit of your stomach, scratching at the surface of your skin. You were nothing like her, or him— a human, soft and kind and unused to this darkness all the Witchers and mages dealt with daily. Why Geralt was even with you, was beyond you.

You flinched away from Lambert as he collapsed down beside you, a knowing grin on his face. “They have a history, I’m sure you know,” he teased, nudging your shoulder. “Ever ask her what he was like in bed with her?”

“Fuck off,” you hissed, not in the mood for his incessant attempts to make you snap. He succeeded this time, and you dropped all the furs to the floor in a huff as you stomped off towards your room. Everyone in the main room paused, their eyes immediately going to Geralt.

He turned to watch you leave from where he was staring out the window, letting out an unsettled “Fuck,” before he went after you. He wished Yenn would stop watching everything he did.

“My love.”

Geralt’s voice from outside the room just made you clench your fists, willing him to leave you alone. Maybe he’d go to Yennefer, spend the night with someone who was worthy of him. “Go away,” you called out, wrapping your arms around yourself.

You knew that would only make him more anxious to speak to you— Geralt was overly protective of you, fiercely caring almost to a fault. You could hear him let out a sigh, then the door slowly creep open. He wouldn’t force you to talk, but he wasn’t giving up that easily.

“Please, tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it.” His instinct whenever you needed something— take whatever action necessary to make you happy again. He couldn’t stand to see you upset. But right now, you could see him doing it out of a sense of obligation. There was someone else he’d rather be with.

You refused to look at him, shaking your head. “Geralt, you can’t fix this.”

He shut the door behind himself, walking closer. “Try me,” he rumbled, his hand coming up to cup your face and guide it up to meet his eyes. You always found comfort in those yellow eyes, a part of him he hated and you loved. Now you felt sick knowing Yenn stared into those same eyes while they—

“Just go back to Yennefer, Geralt, it’s clear she’s here to get you back. I won’t fight her, God knows I’d never win that battle,” you said shakily, watching the hurt wash over his face.

“You want to leave me?” he asked quietly, dropping his hand. Of course he knew Yennefer would make a pass at him, flirt here and there— he wasn’t blind, he saw the way she looked at him. But he loved you. And you wouldn’t even fight for him?

You shook your head, letting out an exasperated breathe. “You’re missing the point. She wants you. And I know how you used to feel about her—“

“Used to,” Geralt hissed, shooting a glare your way. “Not anymore. I haven’t for awhile, not since I met you. I want you, is that not enough?”

You paused, letting that statement sink in. Why wasn’t it? Geralt loved you, and you never doubted that until Yennefer showed up in his life again. But you trusted him, didn’t you?

“You’re right,” you said softly, hesitantly meeting his eyes again. He was upset, and rightfully so. “She’s just… so beautiful, and I know the hold she had on you. I can’t imagine her not getting anything she wanted, and if that was you, well…”

Geralt sighed, his shoulders slumping as he reached out his arms and pulled you into his embrace. You clung to him, burying your face in his face and feeling the cold metal of his medallion on your cheek. “You… are the most incredible woman I have ever known, in all my years. And all I see is you. No one is ever going to change that.”

You hummed, sniffling. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”

“I get jealous every time a man looks in your direction, sweetheart,” he admitted with a chuckle, grinning at the smile he managed to get from you. “I’ll tell her to back off, she’s making my girl uncomfortable.”

You shook your head, tilting your head to look up at him. “Don’t. I trust you. Even if I don’t trust her.” You grabbed the chain of his medallion, using it to pull his face down closer to yours and kissed him, tongue tracing along his bottom lip. “I’ll just remind her who you belong to.”

#barking!!!! #geralt fluff #geralt of rivia imagine #geralt fanfic #geralt imagine #geralt x you #geralt of rivia #geralt of rivia x reader #geralt x reader #the witcher x reader

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25 hours a day, 8 days a week, #gpoy.

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Last Update Aug 4, 22

Sleep Prompts (lover & side of bed)

@starryeyedstories

Words: 694

Genre: Fluff, friends to lovers

Warnings: N/A

Author Summary

(The request, as there was no summary) sharing a bed with your ''lover'' and being told to “stay on your side of the bed“ only to wake up the next day, with your ''lover's'' arms wrapped around you with Geralt? 👀

Notes: This hits Geralt's communication style right on the head- largely physical and subtle. I loved watching him come out of his shell one piece at a time for people who earn his trust in cannon media, it's always nice to see snippets of that in fan media.

Love the casual intimacy and friendly banter, really sells the idea of long running companions.

His Hands

@thewitcheress2389

Words: 399

Genre: Fluff, friends to lovers

Warnings: mild injury

Author Summary

Geralt cuts his hand and needs your help in being stitched up.

Notes: We love indulging touch starved characters here! Very sweet and fluffy.

A Fated Storm

@author-morgan

Words: 3k

Genre: Hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, friends to lovers

Warnings: Cannon typical violence

Author Summary

If there's one thing you can count on, it's that Geralt of Rivia will be bleeding when he shows up at your door—or in this case, when you find him lying on the side of the road during a storm.

Notes: Super charmed by this- very sweet!!

Healing Hands

@clints-lucky-arrow

Words: 2.3k

Genre: Hurt/comfort, smut

Warnings: Long hair reader, Cannon typical violence, Smut

Author Summary

There are not many beings that Geralt trusts to tend to his wounds. Amongst the limited few is a novice woodland witch - one that he’s long felt affection for.

Notes: This is so soft. I absolutely can't stop reading it. I'll just pass away here thanks.

The Worst Monster of All

@notabronte

Words: 1.3k

Genre: Hurt/comfort

Warnings: Abuse emntions

Author Summary

it seems just a regular job for Geralt. Kill the monster and leave. Instead, he gets more than he was expecting.

Notes: Abuse implications which isn't everyone's cup of tea but I adore the characterization here. Geralt is not unlike a cat that gets slowly tempted into having loved ones, and watching him go soft for people always makes me smile.

#to read later #love a fic rec post! #geralt of rivia fic

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make 'em swoon

eyes meeting from across the room

reaching out, grabbing their hand

a subtle wink

licking their lips

a hug that gets deeper

"hi" *raspy voice*

falling asleep on each other

coming back for another kiss

pressing their foreheads together

smile that makes their eyes soften

brushing away their hair

putting their hand on the other's neck

holding them close by their hips

pulling them on their lap

smirking in a way that suggests more

drawing with their fingertips on their skin

hugging them from behind

a kiss pressed to the neck

lips brushing against their ear

whispering to them like they're alone in the world

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A trope that gets to me: 'guard dog' character and their partner who are both fully aware of it and honestly don't care/kind of like it. Someone says "call your guard dog off" and their partner does call them off. That person, their 'guard dog', is someone who is unreservedly, irrefutably loyal to them. Someone undoubtedly dangerous who is willing to kill, to maim, to obey, simply because of their love for one another. There's no manipulation involved— it is loyalty, brutal, dogged loyalty. And it goes both ways.

#that's geralt baby #also bucky to steve #also! both kara and lena

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Stayaway

In an attempt to get out of funk, here is a very short, not edited, written-directly-into-tumblr, song-inspired grealt x reader fic. Inspired by Stayaway by MUNA (the best band in the world, begging y'all to listen to their music you will be forever changed!!).

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"Come on! I know you're home, I followed you!"

The bard was yelling and banging on your door incessantly and you knew you had to answer eventually. The bastard followed you home after all, he knows where you live.

"I'm not home!" you shouted back, delusional.

"Y/N! I may be a fool but I'm not stupid," he replied, and you could hear the familiar smile pulling at his lips, "Now open up! The door and your heart!"

"Jask," you sighed, laughing despite yourself at his poetic antics, "go away!"

"No! I miss you!"

"I'm not home!" you tried again, will wavering.

"Y/N!" he pleaded, and you swore you could hear half that cursed smile pull down into a pout.

You rested your forehead against the door and bit your lip, debating. All the while, your hand betrayed you, reached for the doorknob and turned it open.

Before you knew it, you were face to face with an old friend and while the sight of him filled you with joy, you were also flooded with other, less welcome feelings of remembrance.

"Y/N!" he exclaimed, pushing himself into your home and saving you from dwelling on the heavy memories that tried to creep up over you. "You're home, what are the odds?"

"Hilarious as always, Jaskier," you said, closing the door behind him. "What brings you to my little hamlet?"

"Fate, chance, what have you," he said, his cheery demeanor working overtime to cover for his abject curiosity, "The sea called and I had to answer. You know how it is."

"I do, do I?"

"Don't you? I mean you just disappeared... I assumed something called and you, you know, answered?" His tone stayed light, the practiced levity of someone who's spent years buttering people up for information all while staying neutral.

"I guess..." you bit your cheek, busying yourself by playing hostess, and pouring you both a glass of wine, "things changed and I thought, 'hell, why not change too?'"

"Fair enough... oh thank you."

"Of course," you said, taking a sip of wine yourself before guiding you both towards your couch, "but seriously Jaskier, why are you here?"

"Seriously? I was just passing through on my way to Oxenfurt when I saw a familiar face. A face I thought I'd never see again..."

You looked up from your glass then, but immediately regretted it when you met the bard's earnest gaze.

"Yennefer thought she saw you in Novigrad a while back but then... nothing. We thought you were gone for good."

"Jaskier, come on," you pleaded, praying he wouldn't elaborate on who 'we' entailed, while another, less disciplined part of you hoped for the opposite. Maybe if you knew he missed you, maybe if you knew he was looking for you... maybe you could let yourself be found.

No!

"Don't shake your head at me, Y/N. You disappear from the city, you quit your job, no one has seen you at the pub, the library - anywhere!"

"I- I know... but Jask," you stammered, trying to start three sentences at once and fumbling them all.

"I mean, you loved your job, didn't you? And what about us?" he asked, voice cracking slightly. "Gods, was the breakup that bad?"

"The thing is, Jask," you sputtered between large sips of wine, "It wasn't. It was easy, actually. He did what he always does when we fight; scowl, shut down, turn away, and then take it out on our friends. The break was clean."

"If it was so clean, then why did you leave?"

"It's the rest of it! The, the staying away that was, is impossible. If I had stayed and kept going it out with you guys, we'd drink and dance and I'd wonder where he is. Or one moment I'd be at the library studying and the next, Yen be asking me about the breakup and trying to 'cheer' me up by bringing up the good times and next thing you know? I'm answering the door for him when he rolls back into town injured and brooding. I couldn't stand it! I- I couldn't risk it."

"That's -"

"Pathetic? I know."

"No! No, but if there were so many good times, so many reasons to go back then why not-"

"Damn it, Jaskier! This is why I had to leave." You said, gesturing between the two of you before dropping your hand on your lap with a smack. "If I let him back in, then he's not the man who broke my heart anymore. Not the one who told me I was overemotional for being worried when he'd disappear for months. Suddenly everything is fine... until it's not and I'm hurt and alone again."

You felt tears begin to prick the back of your eyes and shoved the heel of your palms into them to force them down.

"Hey... Y/N," Jaskier said, gently pulling your hands away from your eyes and taking them in his. "I'm sorry, I didn't know..."

"It's okay," you said, giving your friends hands a squeeze and looking up to the ceiling, letting your tears fall for a moment, "I'm okay."

"Y/N..."

"Oh alright, but I'll be okay," you amended, laughing at yourself lightly and wiping the tears away. "Jaskier, don't look so sad. I just need time, space, distance... I will be fine."

Your words had little effect on your friend though, who seemed to grow more anxious and sad with every passing moment. You quirked your brow at him and shoved his shoulder playfully, trying to break the mood.

"Jaskier, will you relax?" you asked, desperate to get him to smile now. You really had missed Jaskier and now that he was here, you realized how much you wanted him to stick around.

"Y/N, I'm really sorry." He whispered, refusing to meet your gaze.

You were about to try another lighthearted quip when you heard a knock at your door. Not someone knocking, just a knock. One quick but deliberate rap.

"Who...?" you heard yourself asking, even though you only ever knew one person who knocked on doors like that.

"Y/N, I'm so so sorry," Jaskier kept repeating. "I really didn't know. I never would have told him if I'd known."

Your mouth was bone dry but you couldn't get your hand to reach for your glass of wine. You just kept staring at Jaskier, watching him babble.

"I'll go tell him to leave, Y/N, I'm so sorry," you heard him say, his voice barely registering over the ringing in your ears.

You felt him get up off the couch, your blurred vision registering the now empty spot on the couch only after you heard your door be pulled open.

Every fiber of your being was on fire. You were frozen. You wanted to throw yourself on the floor. You wanted to run to him.

"Y/N..." you heard him say. Fuck he sounded sad. You wanted to hold him, tell him it'll be okay. You wanted to slam the door in his face. You forgive him. You'll never forgive yourself.

Against your better judgement, you felt yourself to turn look towards the front door and your breath caught when you saw him.

Gods above, you thought, he should have stayed away.

#geralt of rivia #the witcher netflix #geralt x reader #the witcher fanfiction #fanfiction #geralt of rivia x reader #the witcher series #the witcher x reader #witcher fanfiction #the witcher fic #muna #song fic #one shot #angst #jaskier fanfic #dandelion

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A Quiet Moment

Summary: based on some prompt that asked you to write a scene between two characters just being around each other with no dialogue. Immediately thought of Geralt.

Notes: saw a prompt on tiktok first thing I woke up and wrote this in a manic state. Enjoy :)

Taglist: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @lucyinthelibrary @sunndust

Masterlist | requests are OPEN!

Neither of you are talkers. That’s Jaskier’s job, who chatters away about songs, affairs and other dramatic states of the world while you’re on the path. And despite your quietness, there always seems to be some kind of noise around you. Singing, fighting, talking, murmurs – whatever it is, it’s never really quiet.

Always except for these quiet moments, when the people in the tavern below you have gone home and Jaskier is in a room of his own.

It’s been a long day of killing for Geralt and a long day of waiting for him in a town full of talking, prodding people for you. So when you hear him sit down on the bed, you let out a sigh of relief. The day is over, and there are a few precious moments the two of you have to yourself now.

Geralt doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, and you don’t need him to. Instead, you go through your supplies, and grab bandages and ointments. Then, you get a bucket of water and a rag and sit down in front of Geralt.

He stops your wrist gently as you begin to loosen a buckle of his armor, but there’s a pleading look in his amber eyes. Geralt isn’t used to help, but he desperately wants to be taken care of.

Moments later, he lets you go, and you take off his stiff leather armor. The dirty undershirt follows quickly, and you see the bruises and cuts you expected.

You begin with his face, as you always do, wiping away dirt, sweat and grime, as well as some monsters’ blood. Gently, you take out the leather band holding his hair out of his face, before you move onto his chest.

Geralt doesn’t wince when you clean the cuts that run over his body, unlike Jaskier, who talks to compensate for pain. He’s so used to the discomfort that it makes your heart wrench. Carefully, you apply the ointments Geralt would tell you not to waste on him if he had the energy. But he doesn’t, so you give him this ‘luxury’.

Taking his breeches off should be sexual, but Geralt simply closes his eyes as you treat the massive cut that made blood drip onto the floor. If you knew how, you would probably stitch it, but you don’t and Geralt’s not human, so you have to leave it for now.

When you’re done with all the cuts and injuries, you grab him some clean clothes and take his dirty ones to be washed. The washerwomen know you and Geralt from earlier contracts, and they know you don’t speak much.

They don’t mind. You’re kinder than most and you pay. You hand over his sullied clothes and make your way to the innkeep next, preparing yourself to speak. It isn’t easy for you, especially after such a long day, but apparently, Jaskier is your saving grace today.

The innkeep hands you a tray with two meals on it, and only holds out a hand demanding payment. You provide it, taking the tray with stew and ale on it and make your way back upstairs to the rooms.

Geralt opens the door for you before you can knock. Either he heard your heartbeat or your footsteps – or both.

He takes the tray out of your hands and puts it down on the bed. You raise an eyebrow at that, since Geralt is normally unwilling to eat in the place he sleeps. It smells too strongly, he told you once.

You follow him, and he pulls you into his side, handing you a bowl. It’s cold, but you don’t mind. Geralt eats his as if he’s starved for weeks, and you can’t blame him. It does mean that you’ve barely taken three bites before he’s done.

His head is on your shoulder while you finish your dinner, washing down with a few gulps of the ale that has been stretched with water. You scrunch your face at the taste and a smile tugs at Geralt’s lips.

Before he can try to get out of bed, you collect the dishes and put them in a corner of the room where the rats won’t bother you.

On your way back, you can feel a sharp tug in your neck, and before you can stop yourself, you grimace. You hope he hasn’t noticed, but Geralt’s eyes flit up to the afflicted area immediately.

He doesn’t let you protest in any way – the moment you sit on your side of the bed, his hands are on your neck, working out the soreness in a way that would seem too gentle for a Witcher. When he’s done, you give him a smile, and he grunts in return.

The gestures turn into words in your head as you pull the blanket over your shoulders. Geralt blows out the candle on his side of the bed, before he wraps an arm around you.

He won’t sleep for quite a bit, so you stay still in the dark, feeling his hand stroke over your back and head absentmindedly. He does it with Roach too, to calm her down. You know he does it to calm himself aswell, and it feels nice, so you let him.

When his movement stills, you turn around to him, gently cupping his face, and giving him a kiss. It’s your ‘I love you’ before you go to sleep, and he returns it with his forehead against yours.

You can feel the tiredness creep in now, where all sounds but your breathing have stopped. It feels like the world has come to a stop, in the best way possible, and you cherish it. Feeling the warmth of his body against yours, your thoughts come to a stop and the only thing around is silence.

It’s a holy and rare commodity to you – one of the only things that doesn’t grate on your senses.

And as you fall asleep, you feel the Quiet in your bones. Tomorrow, early in the morning, it’ll be gone, but for now, the two of you are at peace.

#weeping this is so sweet

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Writing tips for long fics that helped me that no one asked for.

1.) Don't actually delete content from your WIP unless it is minor editing - instead cut it and put it in a secondary document. If you're omitting paragraphs of content, dialog, a whole scene you might find a better place for it later and having it readily available can really save time. Sometimes your idea was fantastic, but it just wasn't in the right spot.

2.) Stuck with wording the action? Just write the dialog then revisit it later.

3.) Stuck on the whole scene? Skip it and write the next one.

4.) Write on literally any other color than a white background. It just works. (I use black)

5.) If you have a beta, while they are beta-ing have them read your fic out loud. Yes, I know a lot of betas/writers do not have the luxury of face-timing or have the opportunity to do this due to time constraints etc but reading your fic out loud can catch some very awkward phrasing that otherwise might be missed. If you don't have a beta, you read it out loud to yourself. Throw some passion into your dialog, you might find a better way to word it if it sounds stuffy or weird.

6.) The moment you have an idea, write it down. If you don't have paper or a pen, EMAIL it to yourself or put it in a draft etc etc. I have sent myself dozens of ideas while laying down before sleep that I 10/10 forgot the next morning but had emailed them to myself and got to implement them.

7.) Remember - hits/likes/kudos/comments are not reflective of the quality of your fic or your ability to write. Most people just don't comment - even if they say they do, they don't, even if they preach all day about commenting, they don't, even if they are a very popular blog that passionately reminds people to comment - they don't comment (I know this personally). Even if your fic brought tears to their eyes and it haunted them for weeks and they printed it out and sent it to their friends they just don't comment. You just have to accept it. That being said - comment on the fic you're reading now, just do it, if you're 'shy' and that's why you don't comment the more you comment the better you'll get at it. Just do it.

8.) Remove unrealistic daily word count goals from your routine. I've seen people stress 1500 - 2000 words a day and if they don't reach that they feel like a failure and they get discouraged. This is ridiculous. Write when you can, but remove absurd goals. My average is 500 words a day in combination with a 40 hour a week job and I have written over 200k words from 2022-2023.

9.) There are dozens of ways to do an outline from precise analytical deconstruction that goes scene by scene to the minimalist bullet point list - it doesn't matter which one you use just have some sort of direction. A partial outline is better than no outline.

10.) Write for yourself, not for others. Write the fic you know no one is going to read. Write the fic that sounds ridiculous. You will be so happy you put it out in the world and there will be people who will be glad it exists.