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"Here should be safe to set up camp," Geralt says, scanning the treeline with his eyes in that odd witcher way. Like he's seeing much more than a mere mortal could.
"Thank the gods," sighs Jaskier, who's been really starting to regret skiving off those physical fitness courses at Oxenfurt.
"Get a fire started while I tend to Roach."
"Oh Geralt, I'd love to, I would. Truly it's colder than a sorceress' shapely—"
"Jaskier."
"Well, as they say: you can lead a bard to timber, but you can't make him—"
"Just do it, Jaskier."
"I don't know how! All right? I've never built a fire in the middle of nowhere before! It's not one of the seven liberal arts, and I much prefer my fires stoked by comely barmaids in taverns."
Geralt looks at him for a long moment. It's a complicated look—frustration and amusement and a hint of regret. Mostly it's a look that says Jaskier is an idiot for joining him on the Path.
"Right," Geralt says slowly. He begins building the campfire himself.
"I imagine they teach wilderness survival to baby witchers at witcher school."
Geralt looks at him again and there's something different in his expression. The ghost of a smile? Jaskier doesn't quite know how to read it.
"Kaer Morhen," he says. "And yeah. Something like that."
"Oh?" Jaskier has to rein in his enthusiasm, his curious questions. Geralt so rarely reveals anything personal about himself or his past. Not that Jaskier has been forthcoming in that regard either. They live in the moment, day by day, but some context would help his creative process.
Besides all that, he genuinely wants to get to know Geralt a little better.
"Vesemir took me out into the forest one day. Gave me a knife and left me there for a month."
There is no bitterness in his words. If anything, the witcher sounds...almost fond. Nostalgic. Proud of his younger self for overcoming the challenges his mentors set before him.
It takes a moment for the true meaning of that to sink in and, once it does, Jaskier is horrified. His own parents weren't great, but even they would never simply abandon him.
"He just— like as a test— what—?"
"Real eloquent, bard. I doubt he had any choice. Probably wasn't even supposed to give me anything."
"How old were you?" he demands, unsure if any answer will make this revelation less abhorrent.
"Six? Seven? Maybe eight. I don't know." Geralt makes a gesture with his fingers and the pile of wood beneath his hand sparks with flame. "Not old enough to have learned Igni yet."
He can picture it, too, so vividly. Curse his dammed artist's imagination. Geralt, just a kid, alone and scared and definitely cold—because no one bothered to teach him how to start a fire.
"Stop it," the witcher snaps.
"What?"
"Looking at me like that. I'm fine. I was fine back then. Wasn't so bad at all compared to the Grasses. Vesemir came back for me like he said he would. I survived the trial—no, I didn't just survive; I exceeded all expectations, which is why they..." The witcher trails off. Takes a breath.
All of that... It's quite a lot of words for Geralt. Honest words, even.
It's his job to talk, to sing, to commit the most painful and difficult experiences to beautiful poetic verse. But Jaskier doesn't know what to say to his friend right now. Surely he has to say something.
"Geralt..."
"Don't waste your pity. Save it for the ones who didn't make it through. I did."
"Okay," the bard replies, careful and tentative. He isn't a brave man, nor a particularly kind one. But Jaskier considers himself an honest fellow so he adds, "Just because you made it through, you know, that doesn't mean what happened to you was all right, Geralt. Children aren't supposed to be left alone to fend for themselves."
The witcher laughs—a humorless, wretched sound. He doesn't say anything at all to that. Which is okay, really; Jaskier just needed him to hear it.
There is a long silence. The fire crackles. Jaskier absently strums his lute.
"You're gonna write a ballad about this, aren't you," Geralt says after a while.
"No!" Maybe. Yes. He won't perform it.
"Hm."
The fire crackles.
Quite out of the blue, Geralt tells him, "I befriended a wolf back then."
"What? You're joking!"
"Witchers don't have a sense of humor. Common knowledge."
"Common misconception. Most people are just stupid. No, hang on, stop distracting me—You had a pet wolf?!"
"Not a pet," the witcher corrects, smiling faintly. "Fangtooth was her own wolf."
"Fangtooth?" Jaskier repeats, struggling to contain his amusement. "Not Roach?"
"No."
"Forgive me, but that's adorable."
"I was just a child. I wanted to stay with her in the wilderness. Be a wolf, too. Or a knight." He shakes his head dismissively. Silly childish dreams.
"But you didn't," Jaskier says. And feels stupid for saying something so obvious.
"Too late for that," Geralt replies without reproach. "I was already a witcher."
"As a child, I wanted to run away and join the circus," the bard offers.
"Of course you did."
They're quiet for a moment then. Comfortable, shared silence. Just the sounds of birds and forest creatures, and Roach contentedly eating grass. The fire crackles.
"Geralt, will you teach me to light a fire? Without witcher magic, obviously, since I don't have any."
"Why?"
"Because...well, because I could be a more useful traveling companion. Like Fangtooth must've been."
"...Fine," Geralt agrees after some thought.
It is a skill he will be very grateful to have on freezing nights in the coming years, especially whenever the witcher is too injured or ill from those dreadful potions to help set up camp. He will try not to think of the child Geralt once was, subjected to horrific tests of his ability to survive all on his own.
Except he hadn't been on his own back then, not completely. And he isn't alone anymore, either.
#whisking canons and headcanons together until i get the hurt/comfort i need#this time it's twn jaskier and stuff but some hexer geralt backstory#the witcher#geraskier#jaskier#geralt of rivia#geraskier fic#witcher fanfiction#possibly part of a series where jaskier realizes how fucked up geralt's childhood was
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False God with Aemond 🙏🧎🏽♀️
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Since getting wed, Aemond had converted into a new religion and was very devoted to his new god. Your bodies were rolling in the sheets, rarely ever leaving your sacred oasis. Although it wasn’t necessarily the goal, it was impossible he hadn’t put a babe into you.
He had made your hips his altar, reciting his most meaningful prayers as you gripped the sheets tightly.
Not many husbands lick their lady-wife's cunt. Most settle for penetration-only sex. Although nice, penetration itself doesn't guarantee an orgasm for the woman. Oral does. When frequenting brothels with his brother, Aemond had quickly learned that if you touch a woman right, you can make her cum many many times.
A cry left your lips as the prince wrapped his lips on your clit, sucking it and making your eyes roll all the way to the back of your head from the pure stimulation. The intense pleasure was making your brain foggy.
‘’Oh gods- That feels so good.’’
Although Aemond wasn’t the one receiving, he did get some pleasure out of it. He loved seeing you react, seeing you squirm and moan and whimper – and sometimes scream. It spurred him on, turned him on.
You grabbed one of your breasts and kneaded the flesh, feeling the slickness between your legs get wetter.
‘’Mmh, you’re so wet it’s dripping down my chin,’’ Aemond said, his mouth lifting from your clit for a short seconds then dragging a fingertip along your folds, making you gasp as he pushed a long, slender finger into you.
You heard the squelching of your wetness, the dirty sound causing a smug smile to split on the Targaryen prince’s lips. He was in awe that he could elicit this kind of reaction from you – and frankly, so were you. He always thought the women at the brothels were talking shit, that women couldn’t unfold like that and be this turned on just from dexterous fingers and a skilled mouth.
Aemond added a second finger once he felt your muscles relax, mewls spilling from your lips as his two fingers twisted into you, crooking upwards exactly the way you liked.
‘’Yes, yes,’’ you moaned over and over, feeling another orgasm crest.
You had lost track of the count between the seventh and tenth orgasm – and Aemond was showing no signs of being done with you. The women at court would be jealous of the things your husband did to you in bed, jealous of of the mind blowing sex you and him have been having – how much you were having.
So far, the wed life was fucking great.
Aemond looked up at you – your skin flushed from all your activities, lips parted and soft whimpers leaving them, the sapphire necklace he had gifted you resting atop of your perfect breasts. Aegon might be the heir to the throne, but he had wed the fairest lady in the whole Seven Kingdoms.
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Destiny
Pairing: Geralt of Rivia X Reader
Word count: 1.6 K
Summary: You had to give up on some things when you decided you wanted a life with Geralt, but life has a way of turning things around.
{The Witcher Masterlist}
The nights are starting to grow colder as fall starts to fade, ready to turn into winter. Your small garden in front of the house is still flourishing, even though only a few flowers are strong enough to give you their beauty. So, kneeling on the ground, you pluck some weeds and clean off the dead leaves. The place will be less colorful for some months, but if you keep taking care of them, they'll come back at full power next spring.
You hear horses coming, and a wain. Not many people come this way but some residents of the nearest town since they know this route. Taking the small basket with the weeds and dead leaves to dispose of, you get up. The two horses come into sight and the wain soon after. The couple on it are familiar to you. You buy their carrots, potatoes, and broccoli.
“Good morning.” The man says, not smiling, but with the same respectful expression he always gives you.
“Don't talk to her.” The woman says. She's too young to be his wife, you see it now. His daughter then, but you don't know which one. “She's the wife of that –”
“Hush.” The man says.
“Good morning.” You reply, waving. “Safe journey back home.” Then, you give them your back and head inside.
You throw the weed and leaves on the fire before heading to the kitchen and starting to cut some vegetables for soup, trying not to let the loneliness bother you too much. You knew this was how things would be, but even so, even though you'll have to deal with the cold nights by yourself, it's all worth it. You'd do it all over again.
Passing the sweet potatoes to the pan, you're about to reach for the carrots when you hear it. A low, faint sound of a step on the wooden floor right next to you. Your body moves almost by itself, the grip on the knife getting tighter, but even before you can turn around and give hell to whoever was bold enough to invade your house, a strong arm surrounds your waist at the same time a hand grabs your wrist.
“I was expecting a much warmer welcome, my love.” His voice is what makes your body relax, but your heart, which was already beating fast, starts pounding.
“Geralt?!” You breathe out, dropping the knife and turning around.
Seeing Geralt after two months makes your body almost melt. Immediately, you throw your arms around his neck, your lips chasing his. Only seven months into the marriage, you only had Geralt with you for three. But you don't mind. You love him, and you knew things would be like this. It's the price of marrying a Witcher. A price you're more than willing to pay.
Geralt kisses you tenderly, and you can feel all of his love in it, the warmth, the thirst from all this time away. So you just hold him tight, even when you're both out of breath and have to break the kiss.
“I thought you'd take longer to find that monster.” You whisper, your foreheads touching.
“Ouch.”
“It doesn't mean I'm not happy. I'm... Delighted. Euphoric.” You give a little jump, kissing him again, then placing kisses all over his face as you stand on your toes. “You just scared the living hell out of me.”
“Just wanted to make a surprise. And I hurried with the hunt because the nights are cold and I made a vow to keep you warm.”
“Hm... So let's start by drawing you a very warm bath.” Smirking, you start to walk away, but Geralt grabs your arm.
“Draw us a bath. And let me get the water.”
“I can do it.”
“I know. But I'm your man. Let me do the hard part.”
You don't really enjoy bringing the water inside, so you don't complain.
Minutes later, the bath is ready, and the tub is set in the bedroom as usual. First, you washed with hair and body, and after, Geralt insisted on changing the water so you could get in. And you didn't say anything after the short explanation about how exactly he killed the monster and how some of its guts got on him. So when the new, hot water is ready, you join him in the tub. The temperature is perfect, and you rest your back against his chest.
“I never thought I'd have a real home to spend the winter.”
“Oh, you're supposed to go to that place for the winter. Kar Mare? Kor More?”
He giggles. “Kaer Morhen.”
“Kaer Morhen, yes. I don't mind if you have to go there, I can take the journey.”
“We could make a short trip while the winter hasn't kicked in yet, just so they know I'm still alive but... I have a home now. A real one. And I rather spend my winter with you than with those ugly men.” His embrace grows tighter around your waist, and your smile. “But tell me about you. Anything exciting happened while I was away?”
“Yes! I delivered a baby all by myself.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Marlën was with another mother in difficult labor. So when Alyn started feeling the contractions, I had to go.”
“And how was it?” Geralt always asks about your things, even though they're nothing compared to the amazing adventures he lives.
“A bit of a mess, I was so nervous.” You chuckle, turning around to look at him. “The husband passed out. He was holding a bowl with water and then he just fell, got the floor all wet.”
“Hm.” He mutters, looking down.
“What is it, my love?”
“You love this. And you love babies and children, and you'd be an amazing mother but I–”
To cut him off, you place a kiss on his lips. “Geralt, I knew of this limitation when I married you. And yet, here I am. And I wouldn't change a thing. I love you.”
He takes a deep breath, a small, sad smile on his lips. “I love you too. But it breaks my heart that I can't give you children.”
“Just give me all your love. That's everything I want.” And with another kiss, you both leave the tub and head into bed.
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When you start to stir, you feel Geralt moving. He always wakes up first, and then, he just lies there, holding you, looking at you.
“It's so good to wake up next to you.” It's the first thing you say, moving to climb on top of him. “I missed this. I missed you.”
Geralt smiles, softly grabbing your hips. “I dreamed about you almost every night.”
“Well, I'm right here now.” With a smirk, you lower yourself on him, your lips already chasing his.
Loud, obnoxious knocks make you sit back up. “I'll see who's there. Dress up.” Geralt says as he gets up, searching around for his clothes.
You put on the first gown you find, a white one, that you use to sleep, before following Geralt.
“I'm sorry...” You hear a woman's voice, low and anxious. “...died... Has no one...”
When you get to the door, you see Marlën, with a bundle of fabric in her arms. She passes the bundle to Geralt, who takes it as if it's the most fragile thing. You're about to reach the door when she turns around to leave, walking fast. She didn't even see you.
“Geralt, what's going on?” You ask, walking over to him, staring at Marlën's back. “She seemed so distressed...”
Then, a low, soft whimper gets your attention. Looking up at Geralt, you find his eyes locked on something in his arms. It's unbelievable how long it takes you, you, a midwife in training, to realize the sound came from a baby.
“Geralt, what...”
“She said the mother died... That he has nobody left... That a wet nurse will come twice a day with bottles of milk. I don't...” His voice fades when the baby opens his eyes, moving a tiny little hand up.
“Geralt, I think... I think she meant us to raise this baby.”
He looks at you, and you meet his eyes. Geralt's eyebrows are pinched together and... You've never seen him so emotional. Only when you confessed your love for him. “Raise him? As if–”
“As if he's our own.” Stepping closer, you take the baby's hand. “She knows I always wanted a child... And that I gave up that dream because of my love for you. So...”
“Do you think I can do it, (Y/N)? Do you think someone like me can be a father? A good one?”
Smiling, you take your free hand to caress his cheek. “Remember when you asked the same thing about being a husband? I told you you'd be a good husband.” Your smile grows wider. “And you proved me wrong by being an amazing husband.” The baby moans, and it sounds a little like a giggle. “If you agree to do this, my love... It'll mean a commitment for life.”
“A family.” He says, and then a smile breaks through his lips. “A family of our own.”
“Yeah... A family of our own.” Tiptoeing, you kiss him before caressing the baby's forehead. “Seems like destiny is on our side.”
“How did I get so lucky?” Geralt moves the baby up a little, so he can place a kiss on his forehead. And the scene brings tears to your eyes.
“You deserve it.” Moving to stand next to him, you exchange a look with him before focusing on the baby.
“Guess we'll have to leave Kaer Morhen for next year.”
“And next year, we'll introduce them to a tiny Geralt.” You add, as your heart is filled with bliss. Life has a way of turning things upside down for everyone. But this time, it just was putting things into their places. And you're excited to see where it leads you and this perfect little family you have.
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Geralt of Rivia X Male!Elf!Reader
genre: fluff
words: 1922
summary: Geralt and Ciri come across someone on their trip to kaer morhen. after a couple of encounters, geralt is infatuated already.
you were minding your business, that's how you were roped into this mess. how you got involved with the white wolf. you lived life as a traveller, hopping from village to village. it's the best you could do as an elf, you loved the nature anyway. but your other interests such as alchemy are tricker to fund out in the wild so you do have a permanent home in a small village in the outskirts of kaedwen. you were in a forest on the other side of the country, you had a camp set up where you'd been living for a couple of weeks. no one came through these woods, that was until a white haired witcher and a young girl did. you noticed them on one of your hunts, perched in a tree you aimed your bow at them. they were getting scarily close to your camp, you didn't fancy being found and captured. you couldn't kill him however, that girl would be left alone. you decided to fire a warning shot, to let them know they weren't alone so they leave. you aim down the shaft of your arrow before shooting it at one of his bags on their horse. you made sure not to use too much pressure so you didn't pierce the horse too. they both flick their heads to the sound, the witcher immediately looking in your direction only to be met with your fleeing figure. geralt grits his teeth, looking back at the arrow, recognising it as the same type he's seen lodged in trees nearby. "stay here" he mutters to ciri as he draws his sword and follows you.
he tracks your footsteps in the snow until they suddenly disappear. he glances out at the forest ahead, trying to see if he can catch a glimpse of the perpetrator. meanwhile you stand right behind him, looking over his shoulder. he's so focussed he doesn't even notice your heartbeat, "what are you looking at?" you ask, you knew it was a risk but you couldn't help it, your playful nature shining through. he quickly whips around and swipes at you with his sword but you anticipate it, jumping backwards. you dodge every attack, eventually you use your bow, using it to trap his hand and pry his sword from his hand. you grab it, him now defenceless, you give it a testing swing. "try again next time witcher" you say and leave, retreating to your camp.
the night falls and you still search for some food, something to kill when you find a deer. you kill it easily, you'd eat for a while. but then you remember how you took the witchers sword, sure he can cope without it, but you felt bad. what if they hadn't found any dinner that night? that poor girl. you decide to take it to them, you may be an elven bandit but you weren't a heathen. you knew where their camp was anyways . you approach silently, carrying the dead deer across your shoulders. you notice geralt sat by the fire, keeping watch no doubt, not very well you thought. you make your plan, shooting and arrow into the distance he looks at so he's distracted. he stands up to investigate, you use this to chuck the deer down, stabbing his sword through it. you climb the tree again and watch as he turns back, seeing the deer and his sword. he furrows his brows, searching his surroundings hastily. when he can't find you, he turns to the deer, pulling out his sword. he smiles slightly, beginning to prepare the deer.
you got back to your camp, still hungry, you'd go hunting the next day. you didn't expect to see the witcher again, you assumed he'd move one to his destination now, but it seems his path still was directed at your camp.
you had been tracking what looked like hare maybe, when you eventually found it sniffing about. you hid nearby, aiming your bow at it. a small target would be significantly harder but nothing for you. you get ready to shoot when a crunch scares it away. you quickly spin to where the noise came from to see the witcher stood with his hands up. you keep your bow pointed at him. geralt can now see your eyes, more than he saw before atleast. you're in a stand off, neither one talking. "you just cost me dinner, you prick" you say defensively. geralt smirks, letting out a deep chuckle. "i'm here to give you dinner" he says, showing that in one hand he had some of the deer wrapped in cloth for you. "why're you offering me food while i'm pointing a bow at you" you ask, wanting to seem hostile. "because, i know you won't shoot" he says, "oh really?" you reply, tightening your grip on the bow, "try me" you say, "alright" he responds, taking a step forwards, calling your bluff. "at first i thought you were just a bad shot, but then you gave us that deer. it had been shot directly through the eye which means you're a good shot, you aimed to miss yesterday. you're not a threat, you simply want us to leave" he explains, "i could be a threat" you still try to convince him, "i don't believe you are" he replies giving you a smirk. you sigh and put your bow down. slinging it over your body, "why won't you leave then" you ask, beginning to search for the hare again, or something bigger. he follows diligently, "we're passing through, but we need a break every now and again" he explains. "why are you still looking for a meal? i have this for you" he says, you stop and look at him, your whole face isn't obstructed anymore, he can see clearly you're an attractive man, even with a cloak covering your hair. "you might have poisoned it" you shrug, "why would i do that" he asked like you were being ridiculous. you shrug. he takes a bite out of it to show you, "come on" he urges, you give in and take it, eating the meat off the bone. "what are you doing out here? you hunt monsters?" he asks, you scoff, "i'm no monster hunter. i'm trying to live" you say, he furrows his brows, "you live out here?" he asks, "well no, i have a house but it's ages away and i can't stay there forever" you say, not even thinking of the implications of your words. "why?" he asks, you glance around nervously, "it doesn't matter" you say, chucking the bone on the floor and tugging your bow off your back, "enjoy your trip and farewell" you say before trying to run off, geralt catches your arm, his grip is solid but gentle. you share a moment, eyes locked as he tries to work out the emotion trapped in yours when you shimmy out of his hold and dash off into thin air "hey- wait!" geralt tries to get you back but you're gone.
he expects not to see you again as he and ciri approach kaer morhen, but it turns out they find your camp. they approach teo small tents and campfire, looking around for you. "seems we've found our little friends camp" geralt says. he notices your belongings, taking note that they look to be elven crafted. he ponders where you got them from when they hear footsteps nearby. geralt ushers ciri to hide behind a bush and they both watch as you hurriedly rush in with a big smile. you hop down onto a log near the fire and pull off the covering to one of the tents to show a complex system of pipes and vials, looking to be a potion set. you pull out some sort of root from your pocket, crushing it into the biggest vial and watching it bubble. just then, you pull down your cloak and geralt finally gets the full picture. he's entranced by your looks, even more so when he notices your pointed ears. "he's an elf" ciri mutters, "that's why he can't live in his house forever" geralt says back to her. "we have to bring him to kaer morhen geralt. he deserves a proper home" ciri whispers to him. geralt doesn't respond, thinking about her statement. they watch as you mumble a couple words in elder, geralt can't help but scan over the intricate braids in your hair, the way it the way it frames your face perfectly. he decides he agrees with ciri, something tells him you're trustworthy, that you're the one who needs help with trust. who needs someone to trust. and he feels a pull to be that person. he slowly steps out of the bush and approaches you. you hear his footsteps and look up, grabbing your bow once again and aiming it at him. you then realise that your cloak hood is down, "fuck" you mutter, quickly tugging it over your head. "there's no need for that" he says to you and you squint at him. "i want you to come with me on our journey, stay with us at our destination" he says and you don't drop the bow. "why should i trust you? how do i know you're not just going to drop me off at the town centre to be sold for 2 orens?" you say angrily. "because he's better than that" the girl steps out, "and i wouldn't let him" she says, you move your bow to her and back to him, going between the two. "i'm a witcher, i understand your wariness-" you cut him off, "no you don't!" you shout. "we only want to help" the girl says after a moment. geralt takes a couple of steps forward, slowly and you quickly turn the bow to him. he still advances however, "we only want to help" he reiterates, gently moving the bow down, you let him. he's looking deep into your eyes and you only see sincerity. you put the bow down, putting the arrow back in your quiver. you move to the camp, stamping out the fire and you kick over the alchemy set. you grab your bed set and bag that are already packed just incase you needed to make a speedy get away. finally you grab your violin, approaching the two again, "let's go" you say and they both smile at you. "thank you for trusting us" geralt says, stepping closer and holding your shoulder, "not fully" you respond with a small smile, pushing geralts chest so he steps back, "hm" he responds with a smirk. "so what's your name?" ciri asks as she walks with you, "y/n" you respond, she nods "i'm ciri and he's geralt" she says and you nod too. "so where are we going?" you ask, "kaer morhen, the witcher home base you could say" geralt responds. you wander for a while when you all start to get hungry. "do we have any of the deer left?" ciri asks and geralt shakes his head. "one second" you say and you clear your throat. you cup your hands around your mouth and make a loud bird call. it causes the birds to flutter out a nearby tree. you quickly whip out an arrow and shoot one of the birds, grabbing another rapidly and shooting another before you shoot the third and last one. you grab the 3 birds and lift them up to the group, "dinner?"
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Obsessed with the idea of Extraordinary Things being a back and forth between Jaskier and Radovid, with Jaskier trying to draw him out in the first verse, and Radovid finally answering him in the second.
Cause like, with Radovid, Jaskier meets someone who he can't fully read properly. He knows there's something under the front of a drunken, bumbling prince, but he doesn't know him well enough yet to be certain as to what.
So, he tests the waters a bit. throws out a line to see if Radovid will take it—and he does. A little bit. But it's so interesting to me, because it doesn't just feel like Jaskier is trying to nail down Radovid's truth in this verse; it feels like he's injecting elements of his own mask into it, as well.
"Keep your words on ice, your gaze lights the fire. They say 'keep on playing nice,' but I have no desire. Why waste our words when lips were made for extraordinary things? It's not a want, it's a need, it is paying no heed to what others say to sing."
This is Jaskier's read of Radovid as he knows him so far: a man hiding more complex wants beneath the veneer of a drunken party boy. But it's also Jaskier admitting that he knows this about Radovid because he wears the exact same mask himself.
Much like how Jaskier and Ciri speak through Geralt and Yennefer in order to process their own feelings about them later in the season, Jaskier sings through himself in order to comprehend who Radovid is. Jaskier is using the performative persona he's crafted for himself in an attempt to coax Radovid out of his.
All of it leads into the main intention of this song: "The greatest songs are made up of unspoken words of love. Of them, I've had enough. with you, I am enough." I am tired of having to put up a front. I want to be understood. I think you understand me. Prove me right.
And Radovid sees what Jaskier is doing. He comments on Jaskier's ability to see people for who they are and not who they pretend to be. But there's still more he wants to understand. This still feels like a game, in a way.
It's only after Radovid sees the brutality of Dijkstra and Philippa up close, watches them orchestrate the assassination of the queen and threaten to incriminate him if he doesn't fall in line, that he then grasps the vulnerability in Jaskier's lyrics. Jaskier is also caught between multiple conflicting desires, that of his loyalty to Geralt/Yen/Ciri, and that of his work as the Sandpiper & how said work is backed by his continued commitment to Redanian Intelligence. That internal conflict and the desire to escape it is also highlighted in the song's first verse ("they say keep on playing nice, but i have no desire"). Only after all of this, when true fear begins to take over and the game stops being fun, does Radovid truly begin to truly understand Jaskier.
And so, he seeks him out. And he responds.
“Drop the sweet disguise, your heart’s beating too loud. The fairytales and little lies can’t drown out all the sound.” You were right. I do understand you. I know what you really want, because we're the same. You can’t hide it behind a façade of a song and a story and a persona.
“Take this heart and break this heart for extraordinary things.” I don't know what will become of this, or us. I still don't fully know if we can trust each other. But no one has ever seen me in the way that you have.
It's not a want, it's a need. With you, I am enough.
#angel.txt#the witcher#jaskier#radovid#radskier#meta & theories#angel.doc#twn spoilers#i never wrote my wpb meta so have some extraordinary things meta instead shdfdfddfd#i truly think that first verse is so complex and multi-layered and can be read in multiple ways (both in-universe and externally)#like this is what i meant by 4d chess like how the FUCK can i explain what jaskier's doing in that first verse#its also little things. the background vocals that pick up in the second verse.#the way the second verse is omitted from the diegetic performance of the song which could imply jaskier hadn’t written it at the time#the way that we hear this song over the credits only after they get together in ep 4 and it's an extended version BUT#the extended version is entirely instrumental after the first half ends which also imply that the second half hasn't yet been written#as a whole i think that a lot of twn songs can be read through both internal and external lenses to enhance their existence in the narrativ#the fact that some of them have different names in-universe as opposed to on the ost. the choices they make in diegetic song placement.#im not very inclined in musical terminology but my brain is going insane over what this show does with its songs and how joey himself write#(and tbh i like to think of the sountrack/ost versions of songs as smth separate or alternate from the ones seen directly In the episodes)#idk. just very much intrigued with the idea of this song as a conversation#the entire song being an illustration of the masks they both wear#the truth that lies beneath them‚ and the way they both try to chip at each other until one of them drops it first.#obsessed with certain choices and going a little too insane about them <3
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Silver and white
Geralt of rivia x Fem reader
Requested by: none
Warnings: swearing, fluff, protective Geralt, sad reader, yennefer vs Y/n dynamic!
A/n: I'm just laying in bed and I just decided to write this 🤣
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"He doesn't love you, you know that." Yennefer said, Y/n had her back turned to her. She was clenching her fists, ready to attack this bitch. How dare she!? Y/n and Geralt have been traveling together for how long now? Then Yennefer shows up and she thinks everything is gonna be all good? Like Geralt is gonna run up her ass the minute she shows her face?
"His friendship means more to me than life, he doesn't have to love me. I love him, and that's what matters." Y/n whispered, but I still echoed through the empty room.
She turned to Yennefer, Yen could see the pain and hatred in her eyes, and she loved it. She was hoping Y/n would slip up, just enough to make Geralt turn his back on her.
Yen took a couple of steps forward, they were a couple feet away from each other. Y/n looked her up and down, waiting for some more insults.
"He could never love someone like you!" She yelled, making tears fill Y/n's eyes. She clenched her fist again.
Yen suddenly felt as if she's lost all control of her own body, she tried to move but she couldn't.
"No no no, Yennefer. you see, Geralt and I have this relationship, I'm sure you wouldn't understand with your whole "Fucking every man in your path" thing you got going on here. But Geralt and I are close, it's none of that foo foo shit. We protect what's ours, in that case, each other."
With that she waved her hand and Yennefer was sent flying across the room and hit the wall with extreme force.
Y/n went outside and stopped by a small river, she bent down and picked up a rock, skipping it across the water.
"Is she right?" She asked herself.
"Is who right, Y/n?"
The thundering voice behind her made her jump, she spun around and was nearly knocked to her ass by how close he was.
"Geralt!" She said.
His eyes were still black from his hunt, he furrowed his brows and tilted his head.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
Y/n didn't want to say anything. She knew her White wolf cared for Yennefer, and she respected that.
"I.... nothing is wrong. Im perfectly fine."
He smiled and brushed her hair back, shaking his head. The elixir was finally weary off and his eyes were returning to the beautiful yellow.
"You're not a very good liar, Y/n"
He rested his hand on her shoulder gently caressing her neck with his thumb, Geralt knew just a small hint of affection would get her to spill her darkest secrets.
"It's Yennefer." She said, just barely above a whisper.
He knew it had something to do with her, he understood they both hated each other. This hunt was just supposed to be Geralt and y/n, but Yennefer had to show up out of the blue.
"What did she say?" He asked in a gruff voice.
Her eyes became glossy as she shook her head, he slowly pulled her in to his embrace. Geralt's warmth was as always so comforting, his black shirt is soft over his broad chest. Y/n melted when his arms wrapped around her, the sound of his heart beat makes her feel safe.
"What is-"
"I love you, Geralt." Her words came out as a whisper.
She half expected to give her a grunt in return, or to pull away, or to give her a speech on how loving him is dangerous. But he didn't. Instead his grip on her tightened and his head came to rest next to hers. His lips nearly touching her ear, Geralt's words nearly making her explode.
"I know, Y/n. And the witch told you I didn't feel the same? That I could never love someone like you?"
She nodded, her tears soaking into the front of his shirt. Geralt pulled away, looking down at her as he caressed her cheek.
"She wouldn't know love if it smacked her upside the fuckin head. When I look at you I see someone I need to protect, someone I would give my life for."
He pressed his lips to hers, pulling her up against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.
The suddenly heard someone or something crashing through the woods. Geralt stepped in front of Y/n, protecting her from what was coming and pulled out his sword. Yennefer stumbled out of the bushes looking like she was attacked by a bear.
"Geralt, I've been looking everywhere for you! Y/nearly killed me!"
He raised his eyebrows, faking surprise. She ran up to him nearly wiping out in the rocks, she grabbed his arms and gripped him tight. Y/n was still behind his large frame, to were Yen couldn't see her.
"She's gone mad, if we don't leave she'll try and kill me again. Geralt you need to protect me."
Y/n then stepped out from behind the large man, Yennefer stumbled back acting as if she was afraid for her life.
"Geralt." She said. "Geralt! She used her magic to throw me against the wall!"
He looked at her over his shoulder in surprise, sending her a smirk.
"You have magic?"
"Y-yes, but I don't use it often."
"GERALT!" Yennefer yelled. "She nearly killed me!"
"Someone should." He grumbled.
"W-what!?"
He got close to her holding his sword to her neck, Yennefer's eyes filled with fear.
"How could I ever love someone like you?''
Yennefer's heart was beating so fast, she didn't have her magic to protect her. She didn't know how to get out of this.
"Please, don't kill me."
He got closer till she could feel his breath on he face. Her body stiffened and she started shaking.
"Run. And don't you ever come back."
Yennefer spun around and took off up the bank and though the trees, she didn't know where she was going but she was getting the hell out of there.
Geralt turned back to Y/n who was watching the water, he took in the silence and headed over to her.
Geralt wrapped his arms around y/n, pulling her close.
"Mine."
THE END ❤️
I hope you enjoyed!
#geralt of rivia x reader#fyp#fanfic#foryou#foryoupage#x reader#geralt of rivia x you#geralt x y/n#geralt of rivera#witcher geralt#geralt of rivia x y/n#geralt of rivia x ofc#geralt of rivia x fem reader
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The Witcher Headcanon (Modern AU) - Revenge
Yennefer loves Geralt and Jaskier, but they can, and do get on her nerves. They can be just downright f***ing annoying! It isn't always on purpose, though. It's little things they do, their little habits and mannerisms that drive her crazy.
It's how Jaskier will make a sandwich and walk away, leaving the counter looking like a five year old tried to make lunch.
It's Geralt leaving his pile of monster gut splattered clothes on the bathroom floor like he doesn't know where the s*dding clothes hamper is. And then Yennefer finds the one shirt he left in a corner somewhere that now smells like a d*mn dead animal.
It's Jaskier and Geralt playing Garbage/Trash Jenga to avoid having to be the one that has to empty the rubbish bins. It was truly impressive how high the garbage could be piled. Yennefer sometimes measured the towers in secret, out of idle curiosity.
Yennefer finds the sound of Geralt chewing annoying. He sounds like f***ing horse grazing. Some days she wonders if she will be the fist woman in history to murder her husband over how loudly he chews.
She can't stand the way Jaskier refuses to put the cup down or just refill it when he's obviously drained it. He just keeps sucking on the straw and moving it around the bottom of the cup like there might be some of whatever he's drinking hiding behind an ice cube.
Geralt keeps leaving his hair in the shower drain. Every day, there is a massive clump of hair, just squatting there. The man sheds like a d*mn wolf in summer. He's got so much f***ing hair, and it grows so fast! And he can wash it with a cheap bar of soap and it will always look amazing. It's not fair!
Jaskier keeps using her skincare products, and her bodywash. Yennefer doesn't really mind that he uses them, what p*sses her off is that he always waits until the containers are completely empty before buying more. And the containers are always empty when Yennefer goes to use them!
And that's something else that annoys her. Geralt and Jaskier will put empty food containers back in the fridge instead of just throwing them out, or putting them in the dishwasher, that neither of them seems to have figured out how to load, start, and empty.
One would think that both men were f***ing illiterate and incompetent because neither one of them seemed to be able to read the To Do list on the fridge or complete one of the tasks.
And yet "Your mom" always ended up on the list and got checked off. Sometimes twice.
Yennefer can be mopping the kitchen floor, and one of them will accidentally spill something, then just f***ing walk away!
Jaskier will giggle at words like "bumhole" , and "weiner", yet claim to be a mature adult.
Jaskier: "I am too a mature adult, Yennefer!
Yennefer: "Boobies."
Jaskier: *cackling, giggling, wheezing*
Geralt will routinely take his phone into the bathroom with him and spend 45 minutes taking a sh*t. Yennefer doesn't know if it actually takes him that long to pinch a loaf, or if he squirts it out in the first two minutes, then spends the rest of the time playing on his phone. Whichever it is, he always seems to do it when Yennefer needs to get in there.
And then he doesn't even have the courtesy to spray some air freshener when he is done! He just leaves it smelling like the inside of the devil's colon!
And that's another thing! The smells! Between their funky sweat and their rancid farts, Yennefer wonders if her olfactory receptors are going last much longer.
Then there is how, when asked what they would like for dinner, they both respond unhelpfully with 'Whatever'.
There's many other little things that get on her nerves, and when her last, frayed nerve snaps, Yennefer has her ways of getting revenge.
If one of them annoys her too much while they are eating, she sends them to the Dipsh*t Table.
After Geralt got so angry with Jaskier that he left him at the mall, Yennefer cast a spell on him that made him literally sh*t golden bricks for the rest of the day anytime he got angry. Jaskier spent that day p*ssing him off on purpose, and they ended up with a small fortune. It had been the best spell Yennefer had ever cast. Geralt's a**hole had vehemently disagreed.
Jaskier ended up with a silencing spell on him after he wouldn't shut up. Yennefer and Geralt had finally gotten a few hours of blessed silence, and a little amusement. They sat watching Jaskier gesticulate and flap about, raging mutely and making obscene gestures, and made a game of guessing what the gestures meant.
Geralt made the mistake of telling Yennefer that she needed to 'lighten up'. Cue Yennefer casting a spell so her and Jaskier's shoes made the Tennis shoe/Sneaker Squeak sound whenever they took a step.
Geralt ended up as a small, angry pomeranian after he woke up in a bad mood and wouldn't stop b*tching about everything. That had only made things worse. He'd barked and yapped, p*ssed AND sh*t on the floor, then chased Jaskier through the house before cornering him in the laundry room and savaging his foot.
Jaskier spent a few minutes as a donkey because "If you are going to act like an a**..." Yennefer had quickly turned him back after he followed her around incessantly braying, and then farted on her.
She turned Geralt into a potoo because, well, he already looked like one anyway. He hadn't done anything particularly annoying that day, she'd just thought it would be funny.
She turned Jaskier into a baby after he kept whining about everything, and she instantly regretted it because oh, no, he's f***ing cute!
Yennefer cast a spell on Geralt that made him cough up a mouthful tiny d*cks every time he 'Hmm'ed instead of used words.
She gave Geralt a little girl's voice after he made fun of the way she had screamed when a cockroach flew at her. Jaskier had teased him relentlessly, only laughing harder the more Geralt demanded (in his little girl voice) that he shut up.
#the witcher#the witcher headcanon#the witcher modern au#the witcher netflix#twn#geralt#geralt of rivia#jaskier#julian alfred pankratz#yennefer#yennefer of vengerberg#geraskier#geraskifer#geraskefer#yenskier#yennskier#yennaskier#yenneskier#revenge headcanon
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"I want to erase it" say Geralt while absently rubbing the small and colourful mark on his wrist. "What, dear?" reply Jaskier with his high pinch noise that mean "i'm excited you're talking please go on"
"The mark" the elephant on the room. Geralt expected the tension on the air, knowing what Jaskier thinks about soulmarks, what he did not foresee is the panic that he can perceive coming from the bard: the frantic heart punching his fist at his chest, the light sweating pooling at his forehead, the tremble on the eyelids. "What?" repeat Jaskier sounding casual, contradicting what Geralt could read of his body. "Soulmark. I have never wanted it" And Jaskier keep quiet, standing in front of the large mirror were he previously was looking at himself. "The wizards erased theirs. I'll ask Yennefer if she..." there's not point to end the sentence, he has made his point.
"Why would you..?" Jaskier paused to breathe one, two, three times "is is because of Yennefer?"
"Yes. No. She didn't tell me to do it if that's what you're implying..."
"...I'm not implying anything"
"Then why are you mad"
"Im not"
"I can smell it"
"Right. I'm not"
"Mmmh" Fuck, he did expect a reaction like this but somehow this feels wrong for the wrong reasons.
Jaskier sits on the wooden chair by the window and says "Geralt...you know what'd happen to the other person" He has read about it a long time ago. In truth to erase a mark was a rare wish, extremely uncommon. Even if you found out that your soulmate wouldn't make you happy, erase the mark is unthinkable. That's how important they are for society, but not for him. He did understand Jaskier's reaction, he has been waiting for his soulmate for years. To reject something that someone elses want it so badly is selfish in a way.
“Yes”
"They'll die, Geralt"
“I'm not even sure they're alive. I've had this damn mark all my life, they may have died years ago for all that I know" Jaskier leaves the chair to stand in front of him, a defeated air on his shoulders. And Geralt pretends he's not hurt by the disappointment in the bard's eyes. He had expected comprehension not judgement.
"They are" reply Jaskier with cold certainty. “That mark has been with you all your life waiting for the right moment to send them to you" He should not have said anything. He must have continued with his plan without letting his friend know, but well, at the end it is his decision and Jaskier must understand that.
"I'm sorry, Jaskier. I must do this." After a wave of sepulchral silence Jaskier returns to the chair, he looks like an old ragdoll waiting to be replaced for a new one.
"When?" ask Jaskier sounding hollow, distant, as if he's not there but by the coast, his favorite place.
"Next time Yennefer and I see each other I'll ask her"
"Then" Adds Jaskier looking at the wall "it'll be better if I'm not there" The thing is that Jaskier doesn't know how to ask for something he had never had the right to. How could you say your best friend that his soulmates is alive and he loves him so much. How could you confess that you're the very thing he doesn't want? He couldn't just ask him to choose him over his real love.
HERE'S PART TWO
PART THREE
FINAL
#geraskier#the witcher#jaskier#geralt of rivia#geralt x jaskier#i just love soulmates au#and to make jaskier sad#yeah i hate myself too
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"How did you know?"
There are times after they make love that Yennefer will lay her head on his chest, and simply breathe. Geralt likes these times. Because he has the time to look at her, take her all in as she simply exists.
She simply exists and she trusts him with this. And he requires nothing more.
It was one of these times until now.
But oh, Geralt is only so strong, and the sound of her voice instead of silent breathing is like a caress on his ears.
Only he is not used to such questions. He frowns. "Know what?"
His fingers are buried in her black curls. She doesn't turn around. And it makes his chest tighten, ever so slightly, because when she doesn't look him in the eye, it is only because she is looking somewhere much deeper, and tries desperately not to get lost.
Inside herself.
Almost on instinct, he reaches for her hand placed on his chest.
Yennefer heaves a deep sigh. "When you made the wish," she says and it's quick, almost as though she is afraid not to tire their sheets with this, all over. Her voice is just a whisper. "How did you know that you loved..." A pause, uncertain even now. She swallows. "That you would love me."
Geralt shouldn't laugh, but he does, low and loving. Mostly to release the breath caught between his lungs in fear of lacking an answer to ease her mind.
But this, oh. This is easy. "I didn't."
He notices her shoulders tensing, her hand twitching inside his. Her voice comes out steadier now, the facade put on with a raise of eyebrows he guesses rather than sees on her face. "Is that so?"
She is so soft after they make love. Such that now, this, her ready to fly away, it terrifies him. And he rushes to pull her back.
And maybe she doesn't want to look him in the eye, but he fears his words will slip on her silky hair as he looks at it, and get vainly lost in the night.
Gently, he cups her face, and raises her head to meet her gaze. Her eyes, huge and violet and ready to drown in their own sea. Under the moonlight intruding the window every night, even hazy and blurred at the edges, she is more beautiful than he has ever seen her.
"I didn't," he repeats but now his voice is softer, as though to fall over her like fresh bedsheets. Now it feels more like a confession. "But I wanted to try. More than anything else, I had to try."
A glint in her eyes, a smile on her lips, quivering. Almost desperate. "Why?"
Because I've spent my life hoping someone will try for me. Because I knew so little of love, and I was willing to give you even that. Because I've learned to befriend danger, and you made me fall in love with it.
He says none of this. Maybe she hears him anyway, or maybe not. It doesn't really matter.
He strokes her cheek with his thumb. "Because I knew you are worth it. All of it." He only says that.
And maybe by the look in her eyes, and the fall of her shoulders, she wants nothing more. As she wraps her arms around him and hides her face in his chest, neither does he.
Only to try, and hold on.
#an epiphany?? in my brain?? it's more likely than you think#yeah so. a thing#the witcher#yenralt#geralt of rivia#yennefer of vengerberg#geralt x yennefer#fic recs#chrysa writes#fluff#mild emotional hurt/comfort#<1k#i need better words. these feel like splotches of paint i need lines ahhh
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First Ten Lines Challenge
rules: share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns!
tagged by @cinematicnomad <3
5 Times Eddie Sabotaged Steve's Dates (+1 Time Where Eddie was the Date) (10k [ish], M)
Steddie, post S4 with Eddie sabotaging Steve's dates until he becomes the date
“What do you see in all those girls anyway?” Eddie laid out on a towel near the pool in Steve’s backyard.
A Different Kind of Brave (11.5k, T)
Steddie, post S4 with Eddie finding Steve at a beauty school in Indianapolis - hair is tamed and a date is made.
Steve wiped down his tools and checked his station one last time, breathing a sigh of relief.
A New Style (1k, T)
Steddie, just an excuse for Eddie to molest Steve's neck after a new haircut
“All right shitheads, come help grab the pizzas! Those with hollow legs must help cart the load into the kitchen!”
I Will Sing You a Praise Chorus (6k [ish], T)
Steddie, Eddie trying to figure Steve out and finds Steve has a bit of a praise kink
“Steve! You’re looking extra bitchin’ today!”
I Want Candy (1k [ish], T)
Steddie, just a little fun with Eddie finding Steve washing his car
Eddie closed his eyes and tried to drown out the cacophony of sounds coming from Nancy’s station wagon.
You Are Your Own Magician (15k, M)
Steddie, bit of a character study with Steve finding himself, leading to a sweet Steddie reunion
It started with the vest.
Yer a Dragon, Jaskier (7k [ish], M)
Geraskier, Jaskier's a dragon but doesn't know it - and Geralt is in love with him - things work out in the end
There was nothing special about the day - it started off like every other day did in Kaer Morhen.
Let's Dance Together, You and I (12k, E)
Geraskier, A fun bodyswap fic with love confessions
It started with Chaos.
Comatose (766 words, G)
Tarlos, bit of hurt/comfort
“We need to get his father.”
Converge (906 words, M)
Malcom Bright x Original Male Character, just a kinky ficlet in my Psych 101 'Verse
The wedding had gone off without a hitch, thankfully.
The Steddie stuff is all posted since January and the rest is from 2022 and 2021 ... I had a bit of a slump LOL
Aaaand I'm gonna tag ... @gusthemoose, @trekkiepirate, @halffizzbin, @literaryoblivion and @p1013
#steddie#geraskier#tarlos#prodigal son#malcolm bright x original male character#911 lone star#stranger things#the witcher
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Hi
After reading your rules I’d like to request a Geralt x male reader (cuz the last one you wrote was AMAZING)
Could it be about male reader taking care of a hurt Geralt and cooking for him in his little cottage
The reader could be a magician with healing abilities maybe
Reunited
Fandom: The Witcher
Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Male!Reader
Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of gore
Author's note: Because who doesn't love banter with Jaskier? Still looking for requests, people, keep them coming.
I don't own The Witcher. Pls don't come after me.
Do not plagiarize or translate any of my works or their included assets.
“Geralt, where are we going- Geralt! Geralt. Geralt, where are we going?”
Geralt sighs. He resists the urge to ram Roach into Jaskier, send the bard flying off the road into the lake next to the road. It’s so, so tempting. Just a nudge and he would have absolute silence.
Alas, it would take too much time. And Geralt is too desperate to see his lover to sacrifice a couple seconds. So for now, Jaskier isn’t chin deep in muddy water and Geralt is dead set on the tiny cottage ahead.
The house is painted in the sun’s dying hues, twilight fast approaching. Blues and purples fall across the flimsy roof that Geralt has repaired so many times, highlighting every little detail. Be it the garden bursting with herbs and flowers leading to the home or the engravings on the door, Geralt can notice it all, made even more beautiful with the colors shining down onto it.
Jaskier rambles on, suddenly pausing as he glances at the witcher. He whips his head back after the short look, an odd emotion sparking on Geralt’s face. It’s one Jaskier knows well, but had never seen on his companion’s face before- love.
Where are they going that would erase Geralt’s emotionless (and somewhat pissed off) stare?
The question bounces around in Jaskier’s mind, unable to be quelled until it finds a satisfactory answer. It doesn’t stop as Geralt jumps off Roach, or when he ties the horse to a worn-down hitching post with a whispered promise of returning, or when he hesitates for a fraction of a second before banging his fist on the door.
“Geralt, what-”
“Hush, bard.” Geralt grumbles, trying to pick up any sound of footsteps from inside the house.
“But-” Jaskier persists, only to be interrupted by Geralt’s hand on his mouth. It covers his entire face, but Geralt isn’t complaining.
“Mm-mmmm-mm,” Can a witcher’s eyes roll out of their skull? Geralt entertains the thought as he rolls his eyes for what seems like the millionth time.
Just as Jaskier thinks to lick the hand over his mouth, the door opens.
You lean on the doorknob, dressed in loose trousers and an untucked shirt that is surely stained with ingredients from the dinner you had been preparing. The strings of the v-neck hang down, revealing mere inches of your chest. They’re enough to drive Geralt crazy.
“Hello, my love,” the witcher murmurs, your face lighting up when you realize who it is. He steps forward, an almost-unnoticeable limp to it that you’ll berate him for later. For now, though, you’re happy to be herded into your lover’s arms, your lips meeting in a soft kiss. Geralt’s eyes flutter shut, a miniscule grin spreading across his face. You lift yourself up onto your tiptoes to steal another kiss, teeth clashing against each other. You can’t stop smiling, and neither can he. It’s been too long without seeing one another for your kisses to be orderly.
You’re both soaking in the familiarity of it all, basking in the light of reunited love as small pecks are given and received. It’s all so welcome to you, so safe to Geralt. A place to put down the swords and embrace in front of the fireplace.
“What in the ever-loving fuck is going on here, Geralt?” An exclamation sounds from behind you. You quickly spin out of the witcher’s embrace, curious as to who he brought along.
There stands a shocked-looking man, his vibrant clothes blending in perfectly with your garden. A lute is strapped to his back, and he has the hands of a musician. He can’t be more than 20.
“Um, yes. Hello, fair stranger. Love the hair, highlights your eyes. But Geralt, what?” The boy’s volume steadily increases throughout his rant, panic seeping into his eyes.
“Jaskier.” Geralt responds, an edge to his tone.
“Thank you, Jaskier. I don’t believe we’ve met- Geralt?”
He sighs, his nostrils flaring with annoyance. He’s really regretting not using the lake to his advantage now.
“Y/n, this is Jask. He’s a bard, he travels with me. Gods know why. Jask, Y/n. My lover of five years.”
The bard is silent for a minute, his eyes practically bulging out of his head as he stares at you unabashedly. You can hear the frogs croaking in the background, announcing the approach of twilight. Tree branches rustle in the slight breeze, the occasional leaf swooping by. All is silent.
“Five years,” Jaskier whimpers. He sounds almost betrayed, but no mind is paid to it as Geralt stares at something beyond you with amused eyes. His hands still cradle your waist, a comfortable amount of pressure being exerted.
“Is he ok?” You whisper in Geralt’s ear, trying to see over his shoulder. Your foot starts tapping on the ground, arousing dust with your nervous habit.
Geralt immediately drops the half smirk. If you’re concerned, it’s time to stop.
“Jask, you’ll catch flies. Don’t worry, y/n, he’ll be fine.” The witcher throws a glare behind him that seems to scream don’t mess this up.
“Um, yes. Yes.” Jaskier forces out and stumbles to the door. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this shocked- Geralt has had a lover this entire time. It’s not even that the bard is disappointed (Geralt isn’t really his type), but he always thought the man averse to love. When really, he’s been in what appears to be a very loving relationship for five fucking years.
What in the absolute fuck is going on?
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It’s almost midnight, the fire crackling as it dies down. You’re wrapped in a hug with Geralt, Jaskier upstairs in a nest of blankets. The second you fed the boy and gave him the quilts he was dead to the world- Geralt must have been overworking him.
It’s a calm environment without the enthusiastic bard. Sitting in Geralt’s lap, his arms around you, you have never felt more at peace. Warmth spreads through you, the atmosphere changing to one of relaxation and love.
“I missed you,” Geralt mumbles into your cropped hair, nuzzling into the familiar scent of lavender.
“I missed you as well, love.” You murmur in return. You feel his lips press against your forehead, slowly migrating down until he reaches your neck. It tickles, causing a smile to appear on your face.
“Geralt, stop that.” You squirm away from him only to be dragged back into his arms. The witcher chuckles as he keeps at it, completely disregarding your previous comment.
“Stop it-” You’re cut off by your own laughing, Geralt’s grin growing with your volume.
When your lover has finally decided to knock it off, you fall back against his sturdy chest, breathless from the exertion. You would have laid there blissfully until morning, breathing in the smell of sweat, blood and Geralt-
But you hear a faint groan.
You shoot up, climbing out of Geralt’s lap while maintaining eye contact.
“Where is it?” You demand, knowing he won’t give any information to you unless you pry.
Geralt is too tired for this. He just wants you in his arms, to hug you tight and block you from the monsters out there.
However, he’s known you for seven years. You won’t stop until he gives in.
“My hip,” he grumbles. His hand lands on the exact area as you rush around the cottage gathering the needed supplies to pull his shirt up. Blood is leaking out of the wound steadily, a red patch on his clothing providing further proof that he strained it a bit much.
Somehow, seeing the cut makes it so much worse. All the hidden pain he’s been bottling up since he knocked on your door tumbles out. He grits his teeth against the rush of stabbing sensations, praying you’ll be able to take some of the pain away.
When you kneel in front of him, you’re already mumbling under your breath, elder words scattered throughout the chant. Your hands are surrounded by a golden glow, held just above Geralt’s wound. Slowly, slowly, blood starts to backtrack, the red drips across his leg and side retreating back inside Geralt’s body. Once the liquid is pushed back in (sparing no amount of odd squelching sounds you could live without), the actual cut starts to close up. It’s sewn together with threads of gold, fading into the witcher’s skin after providing a pulsing glow.
Geralt will never get tired of watching the process unfold. Your hands, drifting apart and back together as you handle his wounds with a grace that he could never even hope to reach. It’s beautiful- you’re beautiful.
Once you finish, the golden clouds retreat back into the air, becoming mere wisps that float about the cottage. You stand shakily, gathering the bandages beside you and taping them on to Geralt’s now healed skin. Just as a precaution. Once that’s done, you flutter around the house, putting the materials back as you try to steady your shaky legs. Magic always drains you a fair bit.
Geralt is well aware of this, so as you return to the couch and sit next to him, he drags himself up and reaches for you. A rare moment of vulnerability from the witcher- how can you pass this up?
So you welcome his warmth, radiating from his body as he pulls you into his chest. Illuminated by the dying lights of the fire, the fatigue seeping into both of you, you revel in the peace, Geralt’s love the last thing you feel before you drift into sleep.
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26122022 - The Witcher (Netflix)
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"Alright, bard," Yennefer turns to Jaskier with a tipsy, yet cocky smirk on her lips. "Truth or dare?"
Jaskier hums in thought for a second, takes stock of whether he can handle another of the witch's dares tonight. Decides to play it safe for now. "Truth."
He regrets it two seconds later, when Yennefer's smirk turns downright ecstatic. "Would you ever fuck a doppler looking like yourself?"
And oh. Oh, that's- He'd expected something horrible, from the look on Yennefer's face. He'd expected her to ask about something embarrassing from his past, or for her to mention something about how his obvious, two decades old crush on Geralt, has turned lately into an obvious crush on both Geralt and Yennefer herself. (It has, unfortunately, merciful gods help him. But he'll die before he does something stupid like admitting to it. He has more pride than that.)
He huffs a relieved laugh. "What do you think, my lovely lady?"
Yennefer rolls her eyes. "Answer the question."
"Maybe if the doppler had tits," Geralt says from where he's been sharpening his blades by the fire. It's the first contribution he's made to the conversation so far. He's refused to play with them, even when Ciri had begged earlier, and since the princess has fallen asleep curled in her chair, he's more or less been ignoring them.
Jaskier and Yennefer look at each other for the space of an infinite heartbeat.
Then, they start laughing raucously. It's a miracle that Ciri doesn't wake up.
Geralt looks at them then, his confusion obvious. "What?"
"Oh, trust me, Geralt, it wouldn't need to have tits," Jaskier says once he's laughed his full. "They're more fun, yes, but I can do without." He turns back to Yennefer, who has something like glee in her eyes. "To answer your question. Yes. I absolutely would. I mean." He stands up, twirls around with a flourish. "Have you seen me?"
"Oh, I have," the witch says, and oh. Oh, that sounds like an invitation if Jaskier's ever heard one. He blinks. That. Can't be right.
Right?
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("Well, that was… unexpected?" He's naked, pancaked between Yennefer and Geralt -both equally naked-, and maybe on the edge of a hysterical breakdown. Because that… did not just happen. "I'm not the only one who's finding this completely unexpected, am I?"
Geralt growls sleepily in his ear. "Shut up, Jaskier."
Yennefer pinches his side and snuggles closer under his chin. Fuck, that hurts! "Sleep, bard. You can panic about it in the morning."
Jaskier indeed panics about it. )
#the witcher#jaskier#yennefer of vengerberg#geralt of rivia#geraskefer#the witcher netflix#by moi#fic#my fic#2022 fic#witcherfic#because 'i'm not NOT into it' basically says it all. right?
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Find the word! tag game, tagged by the lovely lovely @piceuscelus
Words: scream, warn, stay
Scream (from the underage beast thing I wrote after I prompted the one for @dead-dove-diner )
In any case, he could hear her coming down the steps, humming softly to herself. He could have stopped Jaskier, could have pulled him off his prick and made sure they were decent before Ciri could see anything - but he didn't. Jaskier's arse feels too good, hot and tight and plush, and Geralt would rather cut off his own arm than pull out of that heavenly clutch. Besides, Ciri is twelve, old enough to learn about these things.
He reaches around Jaskier and grabs hold of his cheeks, pulls them apart to give their little voyeur a better view. Jaskier groans and fucks down harder, oblivious of their audience.
"Fuck, Geralt, yes, fuck, fuck, feel so good inside me," the troubadour whines, and Geralt plants his feet wide and thrusts up into his tight arse. “Yes! Oh, gods, ‘m gonna- Fuck, love, ‘m gonna come-”
Geralt pulls him down hard into every upwards thrust of his hips, and it’s jarring, so rough that Jaskier’s teeth clack loudly, and it shoves Jaskier straight over the edge into his orgasm. He screams, his nails leaving angry red grooves on Geralt’s shoulders as he comes between them, and the sharp pain of the scratches combined with Ciri’s flushed little face in the shadows, the shocked, confused flutter of her heart, that’s enough to lead Geralt to his end as well. He groans and sinks his teeth into his bard’s shoulder, his hands leaving bruises on his hips as he empties himself into Jaskier’s guts, and when he manages to gather his wits again, they’re alone once more.
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Warn (from a "What if Lambert showed up to save Essi instead of Geralt" Honey AU)
The village is bustling. It's almost Lammas and everyone is in a good mood, making Lambert stick out like a sore thumb even more than he usually would. He avoids towns during festivals for this exact reason, but now he doesn't have a choice.
He does, in fact, but he's committed to seeing this through, even if the thought of facing Jaskier again makes him vaguely sick. What if the boy has changed his mind about what happened, if he feels taken advantage of - in what way?, a voice that sounds exactly like Aiden's whispers in his head -, if he spits in Lambert's face and-
"Lambert!"
He only gets a second's warning before something small and sturdy slams into his legs, thin arms winding around them. A blue eye peeks up at him from under wild blond hair.
"Hey, Essi."
He stands there like a dolt, Essi's arms still wrapped around his legs, unsure what to do. They're in the middle of the street, and he can feel the suspicious looks of the neighbours like a physical touch. Kids and Witchers are never a good combination in most people's opinion.
"Jaskier didn't think you'd come back but I knew you would!" the girl chirps, and Lambert looks down at her again.
"Yeah?"
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Stay (omegaverse Geraskier piss fic 🤷)
Jaskier loses a bit of time, he thinks, because when he can focus again he's being pulled off the horse by strong arms. There's an old fireplace, some logs set up around it. It looks like this is a popular rest stop, and the Witcher leads him over to the logs and presses him down.
"Stay here," he instructs, but Jaskier tips forward as he steps back.
He winds his arms around the Witcher's thigh and presses his face into the man's crotch with a whine, and oh, he never wants to leave this place. The Witcher smells fucking amazing here, his base scent mixed with sweat and the unmistakable scent of his cock, and now, after however long they've shared the saddle, of Jaskier and Jaskier's piss, and he nuzzles against the leather like a man starved.
"Fuck." The Witcher stands stiffly as Jaskier huffs his scent, but he's not as reluctant as he's pretending to be. His cock swells against Jaskier's cheek, noticeable even through the leather, and he turns his head just so and noses against it.
Who cares that he has never fucked an alpha? Right now, all he can think about is sitting on this delicious-smelling dick, taking the no doubt wonderful knot until he can’t see straight anymore. Surely the alpha won't begrudge him that?
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Tagging @restless-witch, @greyduckgreygoose, and @witchertrashparty, if you want to.
Your words are "sweet", "hold", and "strong".
(also excuse the janky formatting, I'm doing this on my phone and it's The Worst)
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Camp trip! (Lambert X Aiden modern AU)
Gathering all the supplies, they headed off to a clearing in the woods. Their boots shuffled through the grass, and as they went, more sounds of nature could be heard. Aiden could make out squirrels chattering, leaves crunching, birds singing, insects churring, and the rustling of bushes. Ferns fanned out beautifully, accompanying the dense trees along the unpaved path. Aiden does his best not to get distracted while carrying the sizable cooler with Lambert. Lil' Bleater kept getting too close to Aiden, trying to nibble on his shirt while he wasn't looking. Eskel had to move her away often, but his shirt had little goat-teeth marks anyway.
"It's a tradition at this point," Lambert says with a sly expression.
"It was yours anyway," Aiden retorted. It was a lie, but Lambert still scrunched his face.
Once they reach the halfway point, the sun begins going down. Jaskier endeavored to find words that rhyme with silver with Ciri, but he accidentally put his rhyme scheme in a corner. Their freestyle song turned into an awkward pause, and Geralt did his best to repress his grin. All the white-haired brother could do was readjust the strap of Ciri's backpack to fit around his buff shoulder.
"Maybe liver? No, that doesn't sound right," Jaskier mused.
"Chilver!" Ciri beams.
"Oh, yes! Chilver," the musician continues with his song.
Eskel had to roll a fallen tree with Geralt out of the way of the merry crew. The blizzard that came this year killed the weaker trees in the forest.
They reached another stopping point to trade off duties. It was Lambert's turn to be on Ciri duty; Jaskier and Eskel carried over the cooler. Aiden lost track of what Jaskier was talking about at this point; it was like white noise now. Ciri watched birds hop around in a bush. Aiden had joined her in staring.
"Wanna freak out Uncle Lambert?" She spoke in a hushed tone.
"Yes." A wicked smile develops on Aiden's face.
Ciri reached out to the bushes, scaring away the birds. A Grand-Daddy Long-Legs was sheltered in the underbrush, using the leaves as a hiding spot. "You won't hurt them, right?" she says as she freezes.
"No, I swear," Aiden says, nodding.
"Here, they don't bite." She puts the spider in Aiden's hand. He let it travel the length of his lower arm, coaching it to the other hand when it tried to move too far up.
"What are you doing?" Lambert walked over to get a look. "Eck! Put that down, you fucker." Lambert shrinks away
Aiden watches the spider dance on his fingers. "I think it's neat."
"Ewww," groans the shorter man.
Aiden decides to put him in a bush free of birds, and it disappears into the woodland. Lambert leers at him from afar, barely concealed behind Geralt. "Wait till he learns Cat likes eating spiders."
"He fucking what?" Lambert makes a disgusted face.
They stop in their tracks as they leave the tree line. Finally, they reached the lake when the sun was almost gone. Geralt's hands felt along the rough tree bark, his fingers memorizing the texture.
The sun had gone down by now, causing a lovely warm gradient. The lake glimmered beautifully in the remaining light, its mass spanning from the muddy shore to a small island. Gentle sounds of nature keep them company; no wonder why Geralt liked this. The sun-kissed Aiden's skin felt fine in the heat, despite the uncomfortable sweat forming.
"I'll bring the packs over, then get you," Eskel said.
Eskel and Jaskier placed the cooler in the boat and rested on the shore. Lil' Bleater hopped in the boat without hesitation, a real ride-or-die goat. From what Lambert stated about how well Lil' Bleater is taken care of, it made sense.
Ciri was preoccupied with identifying the ducks on the lake's surface. Her dad waited patiently for her answer.
Ciri looked over to Geralt and then said, "Mallard?"
Geralt nods and says, "Good job, cub."
It's nice to see such a good father. Aiden leaned against a tree, observing the wholesome scene.
"Checking out my brother?" Lambert rolls his eyes.
"Jealous, hm?" Aiden pokes the tip of his nose. "Don't worry, you'll get my attention."
Lambert scrunches his nose, shooing his finger away.
"This place is beautiful, habibi," Aiden laughs, allowing Lambert to take up the free space beside him.
Lambert hums, tilting slightly toward him. "Yeah, hopefully, a boat doesn't tip over this year."
Geralt turned to look over at Lambert, giving him the driest look possible.
"It was an accident," Lambert huffed. Aiden wasn't sure what that meant, but there was definitely a story there.
Aiden bites his lip before saying, "Lamb, there's something I should tell you."
"What?"
"I can't swim."
"You can't swim."
"Nope." Aiden had an uneasy smile.
"No one taught you?"
"Nope."
"Well, you're in luck. Lambert was actually on the swim team in high school. He is damn good at it too," Geralt said, walking with Ciri from the shore.
Sweet gods, apparently he was dating a man with a million talents. "Oh~, I have a handsome lifeguard as my boyfriend," Aiden coos.
Jaskier snorts at that, breaking Geralt's composure.
Once Eskel returned with the other boat in tow, the others got a move on. Ciri was helped into the boat by Eskel. Aiden nervously looked at the boat he was expected to get in, he was sure Lambert wouldn't drown him on purpose.
"Relax, Kitten. You'll be fine," Lambert said, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Geralt and Jaskier were boarding the other boat; Jaskier made a surprised expression at the nickname, then quickly went back to the task at hand.
"Don't be worried. I'm sure Lambert doesn't wanna lose you. Where would he find another free chef?" Eskel kids.
With impressive aim, Lambert hit Eskel square on the forehead with his reusable plastic water bottle. Eskel chuckles, taking it like a champ.
He'll have to challenge Lambert to knife throwing sometime, and possibly have competition aside from Gaetan.
"Maybe Lambert can teach you to swim?" Ciri added. She peeks over at the man in question.
Aiden sensed his embarrassment returning.
Lambert snorts, "That sounds like a wonderful idea."
The tanner man stopped him from shrinking into himself. Hopefully, Lambert won't try to get him back for the spider thing. The men were left on the dock to wait for Eskel. Lambert looked over at him before reaching out to hold Aiden's hand. Even at that dinner, Lambert was anxious about showing him love in front of his family. He knows by now that it's not because he's ashamed of being with a man. This was something he was trained to hide, much like Aiden himself.
The taller man locked his hand firmly around Lambert's, both staring into the lake.
"Thanks for coming here, Aiden."
Aiden brings him closer, kissing him. "Sorry about being late, work got in the way... And I was worried."
"Worried?"
"I want your family to like me, I know how much this means to you."
Lambert sets a hand on the back of his neck, dragging him down to kiss again. "Trust me, if they didn't like you, you would know already."
They lost track of time sitting on the dock edge, snuggling up to each other.
"Love birds, I'm back," Eskel called, rowing towards them.
Aiden practically fell on his side as Lambert moved off him.
"Fucking finally," Lambert huffed, still flushed.
"Yeah, yeah. Get on the boat!" Eskel rolled his eyes.
Aiden, with a large sigh, stepped onto the boat. Lambert sat where the oars were placed.
Aiden was sure he looked skittish as all hell right now.
As the boats started moving, he used all his willpower not to death-grip the side. All his suaveness left his body once he stepped aboard.
Lambert removed his sweaty shirt and tossed it into the space between them before beginning to row.
"Trying to distract me?" Aiden shakily jokes.
"Is it working?" Lambert grins.
Eskel ignores the sappiness, more interested in observing the current move. Lambert rows in a steady rhythm, trying to make the trip quick without terrorizing Aiden.
"Definitely makes it better," Aiden said, eyeing his biceps moving in rotations.
He wouldn't stop messing with his hair, and truth be told, he'd been nervous about this trip for two days now. Lambert keeps his focus on paddling. Why did Eskel have to say something about drowning?
"You like birds, do you?" Lambert broke the silence.
It was more of a weird fascination about them for Aiden. "Uh, yes?"
"Look beside you," Lambert says, pointing to the left side of the boat.
There was a flock of ducks on the lake, most of which weren't swimming. Aiden eyed them for a long time and asked, "Why aren't they moving?"
"They're asleep."
"They sleep on the water?"
"You have a whole book in your apartment about ornithology. How do you not know?"
Aiden huffed defensively, "I don't read half the books Coen gives me!"
"Then why do you keep accepting them?"
"I want to be polite!"
They continued their meaningless argument until Aiden let out a dramatic sigh. He went back to watching the ducks, a cheeky smile on his face. Lambert swallowed whatever he was going to say since he didn't have his boyfriend's full attention. Eskel silently chuckled at the ridiculousness of the two. Aiden's anxiety was still there, but it had eased a great deal. He didn't think babbling would be such a useful distraction.
They reached the dock soon, to Aiden's relief. He gripped onto Eskel a bit too hard when being helped out of the boat.
"See, you're alive, and you didn't piss yourself," Lambert snorts from the boat.
"You don't have your phone, do you?" Aiden says, twitching his lips.
"Nah, I gave it to Eskel." The paler man raised an eyebrow before realization crashed on him.
Aiden beams over at Eskel, who seems to be on board with him. The two grabbed the side of the boat facing them, lifting it as Lambert cursed.
Lambert wobbled off the boat into the lake. It takes a second for his head to pop out of the water with a scowl.
Aiden didn't account for how fast Lambert could swim or that they were a few feet from the shore.
Now a soaking wet Lambert was rushing toward land. Aiden turns on his feet, running in the direction of the cabin's backyard. His boyfriend may be one hell of a swimmer, but Aiden knows how to run like his life depends on it. Lambert ignored Eskel in favor of chasing him around the house. The others were staring at them as Aiden made his fourth lap around the house. He was so caught up in running forward that he didn't realize Lambert had turned to run the opposite way. He soon found himself staring right at Lambert as he hooked another corner.
"Got ya!" Lambert shouted. Aiden didn't have enough time to dodge being picked up by his waist. "Now, what to do with you?"
Aiden was amazed that he could lift him so easily, given how tall he was. "I have ideas," he hums, wrapping his legs around Lambert.
"You don't while Ciri is here," Geralt says from across the yard.
"Later, I guess." Aiden chooses before Lambert releases him.
After overseeing the two act like idiots, everyone went back to setting up camp for the night.
The night breeze hit Lambert's wet form, making him shiver. He marched to his suitcase, retrieving some clothes. "I'm going to shower and change," he says to the group, then captures Aiden's hand.
"No ideas," Geralt reminds him as he fishes his keys out of his pocket. Tossing the keys to Lambert, he drags the leaner man behind him.
They stepped through the front door, leading into the living room. Lambert hits the lights before marching any further. The place was simple, with neutral walls and no accent colors. Even with its lack of pigment, it was carefully made to be comfortable.
There was a rather cozy couch, and by looking at the blanket, you could tell it was soft.
Lambert pulled Aiden away from eyeing Geralt's home decorating skills to take him to the hall bathroom.
"Why didn't you ask your brothers to decorate your place?" Aiden wonders.
"I didn't care what it looked like until you showed up," Lambert retorts while using a towel to collect the water dripping on the floor.
Aiden made a contemplative sound before obtaining a rag to wipe the grime off himself.
He knew this could be nothing, but he couldn't help but think those words meant more. He didn't magically solve Lambert's problems; that was never his goal. He wanted to be there for him in the same way his family was there for him.
(author's note: Habibi means my love or my dear)
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Just a thought regarding your previous ask (different person here) : At first, I was pissed at both Yennefer and Geralt for that, Yennefer in ASOI and Geralt in TLOTL but my interpretation in the end is that sex is just sex. They dont care about it, they don't see having sex with another person as cheating, Yen didn't feel guilty when she slept with Istredd and Geralt doesn't feel guilty when he sleeps with Fringilla. The special thing when they have sex with each other is how intimate it is. They are tender and they never knew what tenderness was before their first time, she reads his thoughts and he knows it and gives her beautiful images and all that. Personally, I don't think about it too much and I don't judge them by "ours" standards. They love each other and they don't want anyone else and that is obvious.
Hello! Thank you for your patience. I spend a lot of time mulling these things and rereading passages.
This ask (for those just joining us) is about Yenralt, and is in response to this post about Geralt cheating on Yen with Fringilla, which is in response to this post, about how Geralt only ever loves Yen.
So, I think yes, they do view sex as just a physical thing and not as meaningful without the context of love. Love and tenderness is something they have only ever experienced with each other.
BUT it does seem like it hurts both of them a lot when the other cheats.
I thought about it for awhile and my working theory is, while they do not begrudge the other the physical act, they have deep anxieties about what the physical act MEANS. And they have to be reassured to go on and heal from it.
This is what I mean:
Yen's greatest fear is that she is not worthy of love.
Geralt's biggest fear is that his love is not worthy.
When Geralt saves Yen with his wish in the books, she hears it and is deeply deeply moved. The first thing she says to him is that she doesn't know if she is worth all of that.
What made you do it, Geralt? Why? Why me?
and
"...you've condemned yourself. Condemned yourself to me."
The way she words that, makes her sound like a sentence. Then she just out and out says it.
"I don't know whether it was worth condemning yourself to me..."
(The Last Wish)
For all of her bluster and supposed arrogance, she is utterly shocked that he showed her kindness and that he cares about her. And she says that her life was not worth it for him.
And when she is with Istredd, that whole chapter is framed by Istredd telling Geralt that his feelings aren't real, because of his mutations. That his love isn't good enough for her because it is just a pale imitation of feelings. Here is what Istredd tells him.
"...what you feel is a projection of her emotions, the interest she shows in you...I don't say it to insult you or show you contempt. I merely state a fact. You're a mutant and one of the basic traits of your mutation is utter insensitivity to emotions. You were created like that, in order to do your job. Do you understand? You cannot feel anything. What you take for emotion is cellular, somatic memory, if you know what those words mean."
(Sword of Destiny, A Shard of Ice short story)
And it seems to me that this is what fucks Geralt up so badly. He is struggling with this.
So, for Yen, when the sharks at the Thanned ball say that she isn't good enough for Geralt,
"Are you serious, Sabrina?
Absolutely," answered Sabrina Glevissig. "you won't believe it, but it's been going on for several years. And I'm surprised he can stand that vile toad."
"Why be surprised, she's put a spell on him..."
(Time of Contempt)
that shit wounds her. When you kind of believe someone's insult yourself on some level, that is when it really hurts.
That is why, even though Yen says she isn't worried about the sex Geralt had with Triss, because it was just sex, She still dresses down Triss in front of everyone at the ball and in the last book she still has a screaming match with Triss. For eight damn books, Triss will not stop pursuing Geralt right in front of her face. It comes to a head in one of the last scenes when Triss wants to accompany her and Ciri to see Geralt. Yen finally loses her temper.
"....That's enough of this discussion!" she snapped. "A little more humility you arrogant slut! He's my man, mine and only mine! Do you understand?"
Sooooo it isn't that they don't feel jealous or angry. You can fuck Geralt or Yen and the other won't freak out. But if you won't go away and you actively try to tempt the other one away, then we have a duel (Geralt and Istredd) or a screaming match (Yen and Triss) where Yen threatens to grab Triss by the hair if she doesn't fucking stop trying to tempt Geralt away and to stop "delighting in his noble character" (lmaoooo)
And, for the record, Triss responds with---
"Just try, you bitch, and I'll scratch your eyes out."
(The Lady of the Lake)
Because at that point, Yen thinks you're saying she isn't good enough for him (and she worries that she isn't) and Geralt thinks you're saying he has nothing of worth to offer her. (because that's what Istredd is saying) (Of course with Yen she also feels the betrayal of a friend. But that is a different things.)
That is why it matters that Yen tells Geralt that his feelings are valid and that they matter.
"You aren't bereft of feelings. Now I see it. Now I know you."
(A Shard of Ice)
And that is why it means literally everything to Yen when Geralt kisses her publicly and thinks LOUDLY that he loves her and only her in front of all of the sorceresses and sorcerers.
Yes, he answered in his thoughts, you're not mistaken. There is only she, Yennefer, at my side, here and now, and only she matters. Here and now. And what she was long ago, where she was long ago, and who she was long ago doesn't have any, doesn't have the slightest importance. Now she's with me, here among you all. With me, and no one else. That's what I'm thinking about right now, thinking only about her, smelling the scent of her perfume and the warmth of her body. And you can all choke on your envy.
The enchantress squeezed his forearm firmly and moved closer to his side.
"Thank you," she murmured...
(Time of Contempt)
I absolutely fucking love that "you can all choke on your envy" line. YES Geralt fucking YES. Bring the petty, bring it.
But yeah, they both need direct validation and reassurance. After that, when they get it, they seem perfectly fine to go on.
Characters who live as long as they do may grow a bit more blase about sex than some of us mere mortals, but Geralt and Yen are still soft and mushy at heart and have deep deep issues of self worth and must be reassured every time when one of them has strayed.
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✨MASTERLIST ✨
Feel like jumping onboard to a high-stakes, cyber-synthwave hacker mystery in the stars? Or do you wanna cozy up and tuck into an adventure tale from the back of a trusty horse- with swords and magic on your side?... Just want to deep dive into headcanons from your favorite worlds?? I'm sure there's something for you here!
My plans currently sit within 4 main storylines in my favorite fandoms, though there will be one shots and headcanons welcome for any and all of these. I'm also not limited to the fanbases I'm currently writing for... There's plenty more I'd love to dabble in. Let's see where the writing adventure takes us, shall we?
Take a peek at my stories to come, or send me your burning questions about the fandoms below... I'm always up for a chat!
For my Star Wars | Mandalorian Masterlist, check it out here!
Stay a while and check back, friends~
A Stroke of Luck: The Witcher AU
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What if the Butcher of Blaviken had a stroke of good luck for once- or if fate can let him have it, twice? Let him catch his breath in the form of an un-problematic woman: one without decades of emotional baggage and mutagen-festered turmoil wrenching into his love life… A lass graced with charm and humour in droves... but with a soulful, caring spirit unlike any he'd ever met.
There's no magic to be seen in her- but instead a crafty skill set and sound mind has kept her alive, only with a gentle touch in a cruel world. He can hardly believe the reprieve he's found in this unsuspecting friend- an herbalist with a listening ear for a man who’s heard and seen it all. What if Geralt of Rivia just had something nice for once... and that made all the difference in the hellscape of monsters that is the life of a Witcher?
Wouldn’t that be a welcome change of pace for the body and mind and heart- to have something sweeter to look forward to at the end of a contract…
A/N: Enter Ken'elrena of Dun Dâre- or Kenna, as the kiddos call her. The nickname is much easier to slip off the tongue- Geralt’s especially. He’s finding he likes that name more and more each time they cross paths. And now? Well, now he's not so sure he ever wants to go separate ways from her for long…
ASoL: main story (multi-chapter) ~ Release TBD will be weekly installments!
ASoL: Character sheet | Kenna ~ Release TBD
ASoL: Character sheet | Geralt ~ Release TBD
Teaser One-shot: ~ Behind the Bar
Teaser one-shot: ~ Night Walks and Good Talks
ASoL: The Midland Years ~ Release TBD
Dropped in Middle Earth: Sanâzyun
Art Credit: 'The Hall of the Mountain King's JeiWo on DeviantArt
Sanâzyun: perfect love
That's what Thorin began calling this woman in secret- 8 months ago. She'd wrapped up bits of leftovers for the Company in a thoughtful move, calling them all to 'pack snacks and make tracks, gents!' From that day on, something warmed him deep inside his hardy chest when she snuck his treat into his jacket pocket with utmost care. Good thing their Agreement is still on, and she doesn't suspect a thing-- yet.
To Tessa, wizards were fabled as a bunch of kids going to a school to learn their magic or a mouse dressed in a blue, starry hat making brooms come to life~ not dinner guests by the name of Gandalf. She calls this whole turn of fate 'wizard shit'; but doesn't question it and tagged along the Company of dwarves for the ride. But perhaps there's more at work -and more within her- that is magical, and only just out of reach- or just out of key. Time will tell when the dust settles after the Battle of the Five Armies to find out what brought her here, and how the quest for home didn't end when the Company arrived to Erebor.
A/N: DiME: Sanâzyun is my take on a modern lass gets dropped into Middle Earth-- but there's no craving to go back to 2022 anytime soon! While figuring out this plot twist only ever heard of in the movies, Tessa DeVon makes sense of the new life she's making with her Dwarven found family and takes each day as it comes. The clash of cultures and learning curve is both jarring and laughable; because if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. Plenty of feelings, fix-its, and lore-ridden fantasy in this expansion of the Hobbit Epilogue: the beloved Durins Live AU is in full swing here!
One-Shot: Erebor is your Rome
One-Shot: Better Angels
One-Shot: A Scar and its Story
One-Shot: Want for Nothing
DiME: Sanâzyun timeline~ Release TBD
Journal Entries: song list ~ Release TBD
Journal Entries: animals ~ Release TBD
Letters from the Shire (collection) ~ Release TBD
Story One-shots (Collection): ~ Release TBD
DiME: Sanâzyun character sheet: Tessa DeVon ~ Release TBD
Fili Headcanons ~ Release TBD
Kili Headcanons ~ Release TBD
Rex: Heart of a Soldier
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At the bustling center of our favorite galaxy far, far away lies Coruscant: the center of the Grand Army of the Republic's operations and home to the Jedi Temple alike, but also the start line of a greater danger than a mere galactic war between Republic and Separatist politics... The holonet brings even the most unlikely of allies together, but is also the perfect chance to be the playground of havoc and chaos if tampered by the wrong hands.
To stay a step ahead of the bad guys, a charming, tech-savvy lone wolf is called to action with a team of unlikely friends for an even more unlikely job: slice for the good guys. Until now, she's operated in a world of gray- this shift into army life is sure to test her ties and trust. Though maybe the 501st's star Captain can help her rise to the occasion... and perhaps he can learn more in turn about this big 'ole galaxy he's been exposed to. With enough encouragement, hope, and examination of the heart, Rex may even try his hand at imagining a life after the war.
A/N: This story's got it all: a beautiful, sassy, Angel-Eyes love story for our dear, darling Captain Rex (who deserves the world), a hacker race-to-the-finish saga with twists and turns across the galaxy, easter eggs for Star Wars fans young and old, and a platonic soulmate thread that spans long after the war is over.
Love Found the Captain (snippet)
Quit Flirting? Not a Chance. (one-shot)
Rex: HOAS (multi-chapter) ~ Release TBD will be weekly installments!
HOAS Arc 2 | ((unnamed Book 2) ~ Release TBD
HOAS Arc 3 | ((unnamed Book 3)) ~ Release TBD
Rex: HOAS character sheet: Sawyer Lyubava ~ Release TBD
R: HOAS character sheet: Root ~ Release TBD
R: HOAS character sheet: Agent ~ Release TBD
R: HOAS character sheet: Bootstrap ~ Release TBD
R: HOAS character sheet: Query~ Release TBD
Tea Time (one-shot) ~ Release TBD
Who doesn't know how to make caf? (drabble) ~ Release TBD
501st Headcanons ~ Release TBD
HOAS Spicy Headcanons ~ Release TBD
Slicing for Nerf-Herders | resource guide
My Hero Academia: Triple Threat
One text from a former mentor led to a chain of emails...Then a four hour phone conference... Then an impromptu, three-way Zoom call between a language ambassador, an ex-hero turned teacher, and a quirk doctor who all agreed to some wild terms and set a plan in motion. Given the resources among the three, they posed an unlikely– but deadly– Triple Threat.
A/N: Three powerhouse women-- whether they believe themselves to be or not-- are teaming up for a triple threat force heading to Japan. Plenty of Marvel and DC content to bring this story to life, all in the current world of Kohei Horikoshi's My Hero Academia. The Hero Worlds of East and West collide; readers will find little bits and pieces from your heroes around the world in this fic! Plenty of Marvel and DC content help bring this story to life.
MHA: Triple Threat (multi-chapter) ~ Release TBD
Prologue ~ Release TBD
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