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moonlightpirate · 1 year

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Secret Worlds: Dancing Under The Stars

I had fun writing this one. Once again reader has no gender 😊 hope you guys are enjoying! This one the title does basically explain what happens 😅 ao3 here

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You heard a gentle snore and smiled as you realized Joey must have fallen asleep. Gently you slide out from under his arms and onto the floor next to the couch you guys had been cuddling on. You get up and pull the blanket down off of the back of the couch and cover him up. Quietly you groaned as you stretched, your body a bit sore from trying to cuddle on the small couch for so long. You smile down at Joey, who shifted around under the blanket you laid on him, before you grabbed a spare blanket from a nearby chair and quietly made your way outside. It was close to midnight but it was a crystal clear night outside and you couldn't pass up a chance to look at the stars. Once outside you sat down on a spare lawn chair that Joey most likely left out there just for you. You still couldn't believe you were dating him. It seemed so long ago that you had met him on the set of the witcher. Your character was only going to be featured in one episode originally. Turned out the fans loved your character and the interactions your character had with Jaskier so much the writers brought you back. Sure when you first met Joey for that one episode you couldn't lie to yourself that you were attracted to him but you tried to hide it and stay friends since that was going to be the only time you worked with him. Henry of course had a keen eye and was soon teasing you and Joey both trying to get you to date. You chuckled at the memory and at your own stubbornness. Of course you had been totally unaware of Joey's attraction to you until you had been confirmed for the next season. When you started filming for the next season is when Joey finally told you had a crush on you and asked you on a date.

"Darling what are you doing out here? It's freezing!" Joey's voice brought you back to reality.

"Admiring the stars. Also thinking about when we first met and how stubborn we both were when Henry tried to get us to admit we liked each other.".

He chuckled. Soon, you felt his hand on your left shoulder ,instinctively you brought your right hand up to hold his hand.

"Yeah he still won't let me live that down. He keeps being all like see I told you that you guys liked each other. Should have asked (y/n) out sooner!".

You both laughed. Soon you found yourself leaning back and looking into Joey's bright blue eyes instead of at the stars.

"Y/n please come inside. It's cold out here." Joey pleaded, giving you a soft kiss on your forehead.

"If you are that cold go inside. I'm not cold and it's so beautiful out right now." You argue sticking your tongue out at him.

"Not cold eh?" He chuckled as he grabbed the blanket from you.

"Hey, give that back!" You shout standing up so quickly you knock over the chair.

He quickly runs to the other side of the yard as you chase after him. After a minute of you chasing him he tosses the blanket behind him and stops running. Just as you get in his reach he wraps his arm around you stopping you in your tracks and holds you close to his chest.

"Hey let go of me." You tease as you playfully try to get out of his arms.

"Never." He grins at you.

He quickly spins you around so you are facing him. Nervously you bite your lip wondering what he was thinking. He gives you a sly grin and starts dancing around the yard with you. You laugh but rest your head on his chest as you both, mostly, gracefully dance around the yard. After a few minutes of dancing and Joey occasionally spinning you around in circles you both collapse to the slightly damp grass laughing.

"This feels like our first date all over again." You laugh as you lean close to Joey and kiss him.

"Maybe a bit. Though I was more nervous then to just start dancing with you out of nowhere." He nervously chuckled.

"I wasn't sure what to think when you started dancing with me. Especially with no music playing.".

"I couldn't resist, you looked amazing and it was such a beautiful night. I just had to hold you close and treasure the night.".

You blushed a bit and buried your head into his chest in embarrassment, "I did not look that great. But it was the most romantic thing anyone has done for me. Planning a whole picnic under the stars, laughing with me, and dancing with me. It was the best date I've ever had.".

Gently he ran his fingers through your hair, "Same here y/n. I'm glad you agreed to that date and every date since.".

You guys laid in the grass, your head resting on his chest listening to his heartbeat as you admired the stars. He kept running his fingers through your hair and down your back as he also stared up at the sky.

You shivered some as a cold breeze ran across you making you sit up, "Okay I guess you're right about it being cold out here. Let's go in.".

Joey smiles at you as he sits up and gives you a kiss on your cheek.

"Yes my dear, let's go in and get warm." He winked.

You giggle as you both stand up. Quickly you both kiss again before you take his hand and follow him inside the house and up to the bedroom.

#joey batey #Joey batey x reader #reader insert #genderless reader #the witcher #Reader x Joey batey #dancing #stargazing #kissing #first date #cuddling

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transholmes · 2 years

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Body Comfort

Summary: Geralt makes Dandelion a gift.

Book-verse, pre Blood of Elves. Trans/Enby Dandelion. (Possible TW: Very mild body dysphoria.)

Can also be read on AO3.

The hot air makes Dandelion’s shirt stick to his back as he struggles to open the door to the inn room he and Geralt are sharing, his arms filled with the purchases he has made. Under one arm is pressed the books he found at the bookstore along with several sheaves of paper, while off the other hangs a skin of good spirits he acquired in anticipation of their departure. He knows Geralt well enough to know that they will not be staying long at this inn, even though Dandelion’s are easily able to keep them able to afford it. No Geralt is simply too restless in his heart to stay in any one place for very long.

Of course when the witcher gets absorbed by something he’s able to stay put for as long as his mind is occupied. Proven by the fact that though Dandelion has been gone for hours Geralt is still sitting exactly where he was when Dandelion left, next to the table, deeply absorbed in a piece of soft leather he has been working on for days now. He doesn’t even look up when the poet enters the room.

Depositing his items on the bed Dandelion looks over at Geralt.

“How do you survive in the wild, Geralt? I could have been a bandit! Or a monster.”

“None of those smell of lavender. Nor do they hum under their breath,” Geralt answers, still not looking up.

Dandelion shakes his head and occupies himself with putting away his purchases. The two novels he had bought for himself he puts in his backpack, resting the drinking skin next to it. The short astronomy treatise he had procured for Geralt he drops on the witcher’s pillow before sitting down on the edge of the bed and pulling off his boots with a loud groan. As much as he enjoyed his trip about town, getting off his feet feels good.

Casting a side glance at his friend and finding him still absorbed in his task Dandelion relents. There will clearly be no distracting Geralt until he’s done so the poet must exercise some patience for once.

Still, that doesn’t mean he can’t make himself comfortable on his own.

Stripping off his doublet and shirt, tossing them over one of the bedposts, he pulls up his chemise and tugs at the bandages he’s wrapped around his chest. As much as he prefers the way he looks with them to the point of feeling uncomfortable without them, he must admit that they are not always comfortable to wear, and right now his ribs are aching. Getting hold of one end he slowly pulls them off with a soft sigh, before lying down and rolling over on his side to face Geralt.

The hide has slowly been taking form, from its vague animal shape into something that looks like a sleeveless shirt, cropped short just below the ribs and laced together in front.

With an irritated gesture, Dandelion brushes away a few blond curls that have fallen across his forehead. He’ll need a haircut soon; it’s getting entirely too long.

“I doubt that is going to offer much protection,” he tells Geralt. “And as an item of clothing, I’m not sure the Continent is ready for such outre fashion.”

“It isn’t meant to offer protection, not in the usual sense. And it’s meant to be worn beneath your clothes.”

“My clothes?” Dandelion asks, sitting up halfway, studying the garment with more interest.

“Yes, yours. Take off your chemise and come over here, I want you to try it on. I need to see what adjustments that need to be made.”

His curiosity piqued, Dandelion quickly strips off his shirt and stands in front of Geralt.

Geralt hands Dandelion the odd-looking vest and the bard pulls it over his head, tugging at it to pull it flat over his chest.

“Far be it for me to disparage a gift you made me Geralt, but I already have undergarments.”

“It’s not an undershirt, it’s meant to substitute your bandages,” Geralt says as he runs his fingers along the edge of the garment and then begins to tug at the lacing. “I understand why you wear them, but they hurt your ribs, and sometimes you can’t breathe properly with them. This should have fewer of those issues. It repositions the pressure to be along all of your chest instead of just at one point and by flattening it this way it doesn’t bend your ribs so much. The materials have some elasticity to them so you should be able to breathe more easily as well.”

Geralt gives the laces one last tug and ties them off in a bow.

“How does it feel?” he asks.

Dandelion takes a deep breath and unlike his previous method feels the fabric give a little around him as he does.

“It feels... perfect,” he answers.

“It needs to be adjusted in the shoulders or it’ll chafe you,” Geralt says, studying it and Dandelion’s chest critically. “And perhaps the way it laces needs to be changed from the top down to something else. But I think for travel it should do well. The lacing is in front so you can loosen it when you feel you need to without removing it completely.”

Dandelion looks down at his chest, how the fabric presses his breast in flat but without the same discomfort as his usual method. Captivated he runs his fingers down along one side of the lacing, finding himself uncustomary speechless.

“I... thank you. You sound like you’ve given this a lot of thought.”

Geralt takes him gently by the shoulders, his hands as always warm and firm.

“I don’t like seeing you hurting. Now take it off so I can fix the shoulders, then you can wear it for dinner, see how it fits under your shirt.”

Reluctantly Dandelion unlaces the vest and pulls it over his head. Before he hands it back to Geralt, he reaches up and cups the witcher’s cheek, tiptoes, and kisses him softly, his heart full to bursting.

“Thank you,” he whispers again.

Geralt smiles as he takes the garment and settles back in his seat.

Dandelion pulls his chemise on, sits on the bed, and pulls up his legs, wrapping his arms around his knees as he watches Geralt work.

#geraskier #gerlion #jaskier #geralt of rivia #dandelion #geralt #willow writing

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broflovski-brah · 4 months

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irish folk music is so good wtf

toss a coin to your witcher is such a stick of truth song?? idk, like my oc is a “song mage” (still developing it) but like it’s such a song i can see being put to an animatic for stick of truth, it’s so pretty

it’s not just that, but they’re so pretty in general. defo genre id sing to my faves

#skipper speaks #irish music #toss a coin to your witcher #love it #ive sing it before and it was actually pretty easy?#idk i just think it’s a nice song that i would sing to my faves-#this is what i spend my time doing sometimes lol #just imagine singing to my faves #but idc it makes me feel good

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fuckyeahficrec · 2 years

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Geraskier (Geralt x Jaskier)

I will add more in a near future

Please, give me suggestions for this blog and submit your own fics

These are listed by size - wordcount

Don't Die on Me - by Cmakesp - Rating: Explicit - Words: 1236

Summary: After a near-death experience, Geralt and Jaskier comes to blows, and later...to an understanding. [Subtitled/Captioned Video Inside]

Your role - by Ineedtherapy (gethelp) - Rating: General - Words: 1643

Summary: A month had passed since Geralt had finally found the courage to kiss his bard. He’s bad with emotions, but the Witcher is very happy to have his lover by his side: But is that also how Jaskier sees it?

“You’ve also told me several times how much you wish for me to leave you alone and be out of your life. You’ve not asked that of me a single time since I started spreading my legs for you.” Jaskier finally broke eye contact and shrugged. “It’s not the way I’ve hoped for, but seems like you found some use for me.”

Penance - by tupti - Rating: General - Words: 2342

Summary: Because Jaskier deserves a proper apology for the mountain and proper treatment for his burned hand and also a proper hug.

It's Not Fair How Much I Love You - by Fireshadowktreva - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 2780

Summary: I started with let's send Jaskier back up that mountain to yell at Geralt like he deserves and it just kind-of went from there. Jaskier is angry, Geralt is sorry (but won't fucking say it), the dwarves are good friends. Summaries are hard.

The Tentakel - by Cmakesp - Rating Explicit - Words: 2899

Summary: A monster gets too handsy ( or more like tentacley) with Jaskier...much to Geralt's annoyance.

i'll list off all the ways i love you (but i won't say a word) - by haleofStilesheart - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 3067

Summary: Geralt's searching through Jaskier's bag for a recent contract when he finds a list instead. A list full of warnings Jaskier's written himself and they're all about Geralt.

Here We Are - by Cmakesp - Rating: Explicit - Words: 3320

Summary: Jaskier's flirtatious attitude pushes Geralt to admit his attraction to Jaskier. [Fully voiced acted Podfic]

What you deserve - by Wians - Rating: Explicit - Words: 3506

Summary: When he and Jaskier become lovers, Geralt doesn't expect it to last. Or, Geralt's insecurities and self-loathing meet Jaskier's flightiness in romantic relationships.

Get Used to It - by Melimelo - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 3705

Summary: Jaskier was used to be asked to leave, or shown to the door without sparing his feelings. So it didn't surprise him when Geralt finally snapped and pushed him away, at the top of a mountain. Didn't surprise him in the least. To the witcher's credit, he'd stayed the longest.

take my heart and make it strong - by deadpooled - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 4185

Summary: Jaskier actually understands maybe a quarter of whatever the hell just happened, and that’s being generous as is. Call it shock considering, as used to near death as he is from all those years chasing after a Witcher, having the Reaper herself flaunt in front of his face on several occasions in just a few minutes is a bit more draining. And there is the unspoken topic of what to do with him now that he doesn’t have a use.

Music is no solution - by TheCrownprincessBride - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 4318

Summary: “The same people who just insulted you, sang ‘Toss a Coing’ with me in chorus just a few moments before that. Do you understand? I’m casting pearls before drunks! The stories I’m singing about, the messages I want to convey, they…” he gestures at his head, “they don’t stick. Lost in ale and stupidity.” He lets himself fall backwards, and Geralt winces when his head thumps against the wooden floor. “I thought I had the solution. I believed in the power of words, the power of music. But it’s a lie.”

*Jaskier has self-doubts, and Geralt is there for him.

he loves me, he loves me not - by jaskiers - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 4898

Summary: “Your boyfriend has gotten really good with his weapon.”

Geralt hums in agreement. “Hm. He’s a very fast lear– wait, what?”

“What?” Vesemir repeats.

“That thing you just said… about Jaskier being my boyfriend.”

“Yes?”

“Jaskier’s not my boyfriend.”

There’s a pregnant pause.Vesemir blinks. “Oh.”

(or the one where everyone realizes Jaskier has feelings for Geralt... except for Geralt, because of course he’d be the last to catch on.)

(Have you ever held your breath and asked yourself) Will it ever get better than tonight? - by xianvar - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 6250

Summary: Geralt looks down at Ciri with his face so soft that Jaskier knows his own smile must go dopey, but, well. He can’t really be blamed, can he, with a display of such open affection in front of him? It makes his chest go all weird, so painfully sweet that he just wants to keen. Geralt meets his eyes, still with that same soft expression, and Jaskier — Jaskier has to look away, because otherwise he’ll do something stupid, like walk over to Geralt and kiss him, or confess his undying love, or all sorts of things that could destroy their newfound friendship in a heartbeat.

born to blossom (bloom to perish) - by MissDinahDarling - Rating: Explicit - Words: 6458

Summary: Jaskier thinks he has a pretty simple relationship with sex. Until he begins sleeping with Geralt. Until he begins falling for Geralt. Until. Geralt says the wrong name in bed.

Of Idiots, Icicles, and I Love Yous - by onwardorange - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 6787

Summary: When Geralt shows up at Kaer Morhen one winter with Jaskier in tow, Eskel and Lambert assume they're in a relationship. The only problem with that assumption is that Geralt and Jaskier are not, in fact, in a relationship. Or, the one in which everyone at Kaer Morhen is an idiot.

Purple Honeycombs - by TheBobblehat - Rating: Mature - Words: 7249

Summary: After a particularly disgusting tussle with a water hag, Geralt takes a bath in a nearby stream, leaving Jaskier to wander in his leisure time. He finds a beehive chock full of the most delicious honey he's ever tasted. Soon after, however, he begins to feel funny. And Geralt, naked in the spring, had never looked so positively scrumptious...

I’m Following You - by jeffersonshattricks - Rating: Mature - Words: 7330

Summary: Jaskier has been traveling alone since the mountain. Moving from town to town, never settling, always alone. Refusing to deal with his feelings, and what happened with... the witcher. He's been wallowing in his feelings, drinking, being sad. Until one night in a tavern. He turns around, and Geralt is there, looking at him. Jaskier wants nothing to do with him. But Geralt won't. Stop. Fucking. Following him.

well, maybe we got lost in translation - by rcfthns - Rating: Not Rated - Words: 7900

Summary: They sleep with each other a lot more times after that. It always ends the same way. Jaskier has yet to stay with him in bed; as soon as they finish, he’s gone, taking care of himself, leaving the place next to Geralt cold and empty. He’d lie, if he said, that it doesn’t hurt. Geralt thinks, they’re in love. Jaskier thinks, they’re just sleeping together.

Sex Spices (Grounded) - by cortexikid - Rating: Explicit - Words: 9228

Summary: “You’re fine, it’s fine,” Jaskier muttered under his breath as molten heat began to warm him from the inside out, “it’s just some...some silly magic, you’ve had worse. Gone through worse. You can—" Geralt leaned down to speak to the inn-keeper, stooping over at an angle.Jaskier’s eyes locked on the line of his shoulders, trailed down the length of his back to halt over his ever-surprisingly bountiful derriere.“Shit.”

aunt flo(wers) - by PenAndInkPrincess - Rating: Mature - Words: 10513

Summary: Jaskier is twelve the first time he doubles over to retch and brings up only flowers. His nanny comes running when she hears him screaming between mouthfuls of petals, and she clicks her tongue when she finds him doubled over in a pool of flora, eyes wide and streaming with tears. He’s convinced he must have done something very naughty and been punished by the gods for it. He had felt a new way when he saw a new stablehand through a window, and the gods must have thought he was being bad, and now he’s going to die from flowers of all things.“Oh lovey,” his nanny says sympathetically, rubbing his belly where the muscles ache already, “it just means you’ve got a very special heart.” Jaskier gags again, spitting up daffodils and forget-me-nots into a basin, the entire room filling with a cloying floral scent. “I don’t want it,” he says firmly. If this is what having a “special” heart means, he wants one that’s mediocre. He’s never seen his sisters throwing up flowers. He wants one of those hearts, instead.(Jaskier has had an affliction that makes him vomit flowers since he was a child). (He finds the entire thing obnoxious, frankly).

Revived Promises - by frogcryptids - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 12212

Summary: Jaskier took a step forward, almost bumping his knee to Geralt’s. He handed him the deep brown box, unaware of how familiar it had become to Geralt’s eyes. Without another word, but with one last small wavering smile and glance at him, Jaskier turned around and left. The door softly clicked into its lock after it closed behind him. — Jaskier came back one spring carrying a small box he tries to hide from Geralt. Geralt’s curiosity won’t let it go.

Morning Star - by coffeeandcas - Rating: Explicit - Words: 12635

Summary: Jaskier and Geralt have parted ways, for the final time as far as Jaskier is concerned. Hurt and bitter, he wants to forget all about Geralt of Rivia and move on with his life. The trouble is, Geralt just can’t let him. Set immediately after the events of S1E6, Rare Species.

Pale Shadows Of Forgotten Names - by kissesntea - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 12935

Summary: He knows Geralt came back for him, knows he was at least not lying when he said he missed him (though how much is anyone’s guess), knows he trusts him to travel with his…his little family, to help keep them safe or at least not make things worse, but he never assumed it went beyond that. — In which Yen is a good bro, Geralt Can’t Fight This Feeling Anymore, and Jaskier loses his mind. And Ciri sleeps through it.

With a Sigh and a Smile - by SoldierOfMyShadowyMind - Rating Teen and Up - Words: 14043

Summary: “If you’ve twisted your ankle, pride won’t heal it.” As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he wants to bite his tongue at his harsh tone. His punishment is instant. “Pride?” Jaskier echoes sharply and a flicker of pain passes across his face when he turns around and puts too much weight on his right leg.Geralt knows that Jaskier won’t come to him if he’s hurt. The knowledge sits bitter in his mouth. Slowly, he reaches out a hand and takes a step forward until he can touch Jaskier’s elbow. “I merely worry.” After a moment, Jaskier nods but then tired blue eyes meet his and Geralt doesn’t know if it isn’t all slipping out of his grasp. “I know. I wish you wouldn’t, sometimes.”

Or: Jaskier decides to learn how to fight. Geralt doesn’t take it well.

place your hand in mine (how long can this last) - by Curlscat - Rating: Mature - Words: 15089

Summary: "What does the spell do?” Jaskier asks desperately. “Other than make Geralt cling to me, I mean?” “Nothing else,” Yennefer says. Saintly. Smug. “You’ll be stuck with a second shadow for a week or two, though.”“You can’t fix it?” Jaskier asks. Geralt’s hand is firmly inside Jaskier’s chemise, now, and he tweaks one of Jaskier’s nipples. Jaskier slaps at him and says, “Stop that!” // Jaskier accidentally gets Geralt cursed to want to touch him at all times. Since they still haven't really talked since Geralt broke Jaskier out of jail, this means Jaskier is doing a lot of pining. Geralt's probably having a rough time, too. Not that he'll say it out loud.

Sun & Moon - by ontheskyidance - Rating: Mature - Words: 16619

Summary: Geralt has allowed Dudu the doppler to escape in Novigrad. Months after, this decision comes with consequences.

Or: The Witcher and The Bard are forced to realize they have feelings for each other.

Notes Too Low To Play - by WithThisShield - Rating: Explicit - Words: 16923

Summary: “Jaskier,” Geralt says with thinly veiled exasperation. “Tell me you did not inhale it.”“I didn’t inhale it…?” Jaskier laughs nervously. Geralt sighs. “For a bard, you are remarkably unskilled at lying.”He can smell the pheromone shift already, as the spores take effect inside Jaskier’s body. The scent clouds his thoughts, and he struggles to focus on anything except… well. Gods-damn, it’s going to be a long night.

religion's in your lips (even if it's a false god) - by rcfthns - Rating: Mature - Words: 18192

Summary: “Fuck,” Geralt groans, “You’re beautiful.”“Eh,” Jaskier dismisses, as he gets up. “He’s fine, but I wouldn’t go that far.” The witcher gapes at him, his mind going blank.“…What the fuck, Jaskier?” he chokes out after a long pause.

Jaskier hasn't been himself as of late and Geralt is afraid, he knows just the reason for it. (No, he doesn't.)

louder and louder - by smolpot8o - Rating: Explicit - Words: 37852

Summary: Geralt tries to puzzle out why Jaskier keeps following him into danger after danger... completely missing the obvious. There's too great a gulf between what his witcher senses pick up, and what his damaged heart is willing to accept.

// "The bard’s heart always beats faster whenever the witcher draws near. That isn't unusual. So do the hearts of most humans he encounters. Not only do they blanch and recoil at the sight of his white hair and amber eyes, but they begin to sweat, the stench of their fear a sour tang at the back of his throat.But the bard never seems to reek of fear."

What for do you yearn? - by s_a_b_i_n_e - Rating: Mature - Words: 25575

Summary: In the aftermath of the fight against Voleth Meir, Geralt is busy cleaning up the mess around him and planning his next moves. Too busy to realise that a very important part of his plans has disappeared—Jaskier.

overcome - by PenAndInkPrincess - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 38136

Summary: “I’m not planning on leaving you,” Geralt says on their fourth evening. The witcher doesn’t look up from the bestiary he’s been scrawling corrections in, a pastime of his that Jaskier knows drives other people crazy when they get their books back.Jaskier blinks at him in surprise. “Since when was that in question?” He asks, slightly alarmed at the idea of it.Geralt makes a noise of frustration.“It wasn’t,” he says, his face creased in the way it always is when he has things he wants to say but doesn’t know how to. He sits back and gestures at Jaskier with a vague hand gesture. “You’re just…clingy. Like you’re afraid I’m going to try and leave you.”

(Drawn by a competition but afraid of a dark figure from his past, Jaskier manages to convince Geralt to attend with him) (Now if the witcher would just stop asking why)

Value - by didoandis - Rating: Explicit - Words: 43184

Summary: “Seriously, brother,” Teodora says, “you’re wanted for treason, what in Melitele’s name did you do?” “Nothing,” Jaskier tells her. “It’s just that my soulmate’s the warlord of the north.” She stares at him, open-mouthed. And then she begins to giggle. “Only you, Julek,” she says when she finally has some control back. “You did always like to be dramatic.”

The four lives of Julian Alfred Pankratz: noble, sex slave, soulmate, bard.

No Chance, No Way - by faghalforc - Rating: Explicit - Words: 43327

Summary: A year has passed since the mountain. Since he last saw Geralt of Rivia. He's been... coping, how he can. Then, he helps Yennefer, and gets locked up because of it. Now, all Jaskier wants is out of this god damned cell.He gets out. Just... not how he planned.

Refuge in Lettenhove - by Descarada - Rating: Explicit - Words: 65566

Summary: Geralt and Ciri are on the run from Nilfgaard. After a narrow escape from certain death, they seek refuge in a Lettenhove court. Geralt is shocked to find that the viscount, (and secret leader in the resistance) is none other than the man he scorned on the mountain. But Jaskier is acting as though he’s never met him before in his life.Is this is the chance Geralt needs to set things right?

Cause with You, I'm More than Good Enough - by DianaMoon - Rating: Explicit - Words: 67654

Summary: "Every insult, every criticism will be marked upon you, forever reminding you that you are nothing but a simple, pathetic human, who thinks too grand of himself." Well, it was a good thing young Julian was already used to being criticised on a daily basis. "If life could give me one blessing, it would be to take you off my hands!" Jaskier wasn't sure if the pain crackling through him was from the curse or his heart breaking.

Or: How Jaskier was cursed from childhood, and manages his way through life, seeking a cure, and finding the White Wolf instead.

Series

lost souls and reverie - by glorious_spoon - Words: 5248 - 2 Parts (1 is Mature, 2 is Explicit)

Colors of Attraction - by senashenta - Words: 8597 - 6 Parts (1 - 5 are Explicit, 6 is Teen and Up)

Flora - by chaya - Words: 55253 - 3 Parts (All Explicit)

#geraskier #geraskier fic rec #geralt/jaskier #geralt of rivia/jaskier #fic rec #fic recommendation #witcher #the witcher fic #the witcher fic rec #witcher fanfiction #geralt of rivia #julian pankratz #jaskier

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doberbutts · 2 years

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I'm not into LOTR/Hobbit but this seems like what happened with The Witcher (Netflix). It basically takes place in Ye Olde Fantasy Poland/Eastern Europe and yet there's tons of black/POC characters, including main characters, good guys, villains, elves, etc.

I did see a lot of people throwing fits because "Why does this show in EASTERN EUROPE have BLACK PEOPLE" which like... Yeah I guess if you went to that time period IRL you probably wouldn't see many POC, but you also wouldn't see fucking werewolves, dragons or giant tree monsters.

Like, these show's aren't meant to be 100% historically accurate "This is the ethnic demographic of this place during this time period". And also people getting upset over certain characters being changed to different races, like Triss going from ginger in the games to mixed race/black in the show.

And yeah, on one hand there's a strange amount of characters that were ginger/redheads being suddenly changed to black in other media, but also a DIFFERENT character is turned into a redhead in the show when he wasn't one in the games so like. You still have ginger representation.

Oh yeah, I was thinking that honestly it seemed a lot like the shitfit people threw in the early days of the Witcher and I heard the same complaints. "Bad costuming" "changed lore" "shitty production" "Netflix is an evil company" and then it released and suddenly everyone's singing Toss a Coin to your Witcher like they weren't just complaining that it was gunna suck right up until the release day. All because the racist misogynist fanboys had, once again, lead the charge but made sure to spread it wrapped up with a more woke look than "we're mad because there's black people in it now" and "we're mad because the women aren't as hot as we wanted them".

Also, lmao "Eastern Europe" the Witcher is not set in Poland. The Witcher is based off Polish stories and culture but it's set in a completely different world with a completely different map and topographal layout and it's literally discussed in the books and in the games these fans love to claim are canon (they're not) that while humans are running on the assumption that the Conjunction of the Spheres lead to these fairy tale creatures coming to Earth, what actually happened is that it sent the humans to the Witcher's world which was largely populated by gnomes and halflings and such prior to the humans taking over. It's not Poland. It's just based off Polish culture and Polish stories because it's a Polish guy who wrote it.

That means black people can be there if we decide to put them there because A: black people exist in Europe and have existed in Europe for ages and B: considering black people exist within the world of the Witcher and according to canon stick to Zerrikania but it's easily explained that Zerrikanian royalty or merchants or mercenaries or refugees or whatever had moved through the area due to any number of reasons and thus their descendants didn't disappear into thin air, which is literally how black people have existed in Europe for ages is that when royalty and merchants and mercenaries and refugees move through an area they tend to leave behind descendants that, however uncommon, don't magically disappear. There are black people in Poland right now due to this very reason they're just not really common at all. And instead of accepting this as an answer these fanboys decided to do exactly what it seems the asshole Tolkien fanboys are doing: review bombing and insisting the show existing is bad for more acceptable reasons than their racism to keep people from watching.

Triss is still red-haired, and that was the most important aspect of her character description so says the author who defended the casting saying he never mentioned skin tone, so she doesn't necessarily need to be a white ginger even if that's likely what he originally had in mind. That's part of why she was changed. Also, gingers are "becoming black" because white gingers are still a minority among white people and often are regarded as other or fetishized similar to a racial minority, so ginger characters are often used historically as "code" for POC in media that couldn't include actual POC for whatever reason. This is probably not the case with Triss specifically, since Sapowski has other POC in his series that also sleep with his protagonist, but in older media this is often the case.

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writingmysanity · 2 years

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Duckling

Prompt: Geralt x Jaskier being parents, not just to Ciri, maybe a child found in the forest that they refuse to leave there. (requested by @thesleepy1- I am so so so so sorry this is so late!! your patience is godly. I really really hope you like this)

Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier x young child

Word Count: 2086

TW: blood, gore (Tv cannon level) death Ummm I think I covered all of the bases- if I missed any, please, let me know.

A/N: AGAIN!! not at 2 am. You have to be proud of me, yes?? Unbeta'd as always. No one has stepped up to take responsibility for my mistakes, so they're still all my own. Unfortunately. This is really the first time I've written for Geralt, so please be gentle! I really really hope you like this @thesleepy1 darling. More to come, I promise.

A team of bandits have been harassing the region, kidnapping women and pillaging storage houses, looking for a little extra gold. Merciless and bloodthirsty, the surrounding villages all beg for Geralt’s assistance, each offering their own coin.

“Please, save our women, our children.” Geralt just takes the bag handed to him, trying to not huff in the man's face. In his experience, they cared very little about their women and children until they were of use to them, but coin is coin.

Silently, he makes his way back towards the Inn to get Roach and Jaskier. The town is in complete disrepair. Charred buildings caving in, homes lying as nothing more than piles of ash floating away in the midafternoon breeze, the smell of sulfur stinging his nose. The bandits had been in the town only two days prior.

“Excuse me!” a small voice calls. Geralt turns, looking on at the small child curiously. “Master witcher,” she hums, fiddling with her shirt, not fully meeting his eyes.

“Hmm?”

“Did you… did you take the contract?” she asks softly, voice strained with tears. Geralt just nods slightly, shifting on his feet. Interactions with children in the past have led to many angry villagers.

“I did.” brightening slightly, she looks up at him, finally, locking eyes.

“You're going to find my mom, right?” the words come out in such a rush, he wonders if she's taken a breath since calling his attention, the words breathless and desperate. Geralt pauses, taking a breath.

“I can't guarantee that kid,” he says softly, trying not to be too gruff with the child. He tries to not let the girl's deflated look affect him. “But, I will if I am able.”

Suddenly, her arms around his legs, squeezing. Not sure what to do, he slowly brings his hands around to steady the small body, hand patting her head, unsure.

“Thank you.” Geralt only nods, offering her the smallest of smiles. Without another word, she digs around in her dress pockets before placing the contents in Geralt’s hand and taking off towards a group of kids. Frowning, he looks down at his hand, confused.

Two coins and a small craved wolf that was obviously a toy of hers. Humming to himself, he regards the wolf curiously before tossing both the coins and the wolf into the pouch before continuing his walk to the Inn.

“Jaskier! Come on!” He thunders, his voice echoing harshly in the town center, making many of the children cringe, but they don't run from him as he expected. Instead, they watch him, uninhibited by their parent's watchful eyes for once, whispering to each other as he gathers Roach and the remainder of his things.

Look at his swords

Did you see his eyes? So cool

My mom says witchers are dangerous

Your mom also says that going to bed too late is dangerous.

Geralt hides his snort, nodding to the children as he passes them by, watching as Jaskier comes tumbling out of the inn- doublet half on, lute and bag were strewn over one shoulder haphazardly, his hair sticking out every which way, grumbling.

Can't even sleep in for one bloody day.

He balks at how the children cackle, a little girl moving to hand him a cloth he dropped, a wide smile on her face, giggling.

“You dropped this, I think, master bard.” she hums, stepping back for Roach to pass as soon as he takes it, watching the bard's face light up.

“Thank you!” he calls over his shoulder, bouncing after Geralt, trying to keep up.

“Come on, Jaskier- enough toying with the children,” Geralt warns, nodding to the kids once more before he disappears into the shadows of the trees, hiding the small gentle smile that crosses his features, hearing them all try to whisper.

SEE he's nice

My mom sai-

Your mom says not to do anything, arf. She doesnt count.

His eyes were super cool

The bard was funny

He dresses funny too! Like a bird. Bright and colorful.

Only moments pass before Jaskier has himself together, doublet on properly and patted smooth, hair tussled slightly before brushed down with his fingers- the best he could do without a proper brush on hand, and no mirror. Grinning like a fool, he tucks the piece of cloth the little girl had handed back to him into his sack, humming already.

“They were sweet,” he comments off-handedly, picking at the strings of his lute. Geralt nods.

“Hmm,” the sound made Jaskier snort a bit.

“They like you,” he offers the man above him, eyeing him closely.

“Children don't like me, Jaskier.” he grumbles, ignoring him once more. Jaskier only smiles wider. He knows the witcher has a soft spot for children, though children never give him much chance- mainly due to their parents pulling them away.

“What ever you say, Geralt,” he sings, starting to stum at his lute, practicing his newest lyrics. Occasionally, he pauses, grumbles to himself no-no, that'll never do, correct himself, and move on. If he wasn't so annoyed by the influx of noise, Geralt would have been quite amused by the bard's antics. He really did mean well. Of that, he is aware.

Not much further down the road, Geralt pauses, motioning to Jaskier to hang back, but keep singing. Shrugging, Jaskier does as told, walking monotonously slow. He shouldn't have been surprised when the first of the bandits came rolling out of the trees on either side of the path, almost snorting at his own heart as it spikes.

He knows why they’re out there.

Geralt regards them with little interest as he dismounts Roach, pulling his sword out slowly. The crowd of men looked unabashedly unfrightened. Jaskier just hums, eyeing them all.

“Don't strain yourself too much, Geralt. We have a long way ahead of us to the next town.” he warns staying back, for once, leaning against a tree, still plucking his lute.

Geralt bites back his smile before stepping toward them.

“Hmm.”

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There's cheering in the streets as people hurry to find their loved ones- sliding pasted each other before falling into someone's arms. Jaskier smiles, nudging Geralt’s leg gently. You did well.

And he would have believed it, if it weren't for the one face he couldn't get out of his head- the little girl's face plastered on the body of a grown woman. The little girl's mother- mouth agape, eyes glued open and empty, bloodied and broken. Near the back of the crowd, he sees the face again, dressed in yellow bright enough to rival the bard's attire.

She keeps lifting herself, looking around desperately, hands clasped to her chest, her face falling as she locks eyes with Geralt- the silent pain she sees there. He can see the pain on her face before he can smell it- her bottom lip quivering for only a moment before it stiffens, head falling forward as she turns on her heel and takes off in the opposite direction.

He watches after her sadly, sighing. There was nothing more he could do- and yet, it felt responsible.

“Fuck.”

That night, the tavern was full. The whole place seemed to be bright, in spite of the pattering of rain outside the walls. The windows shake with the bounce of boots tapping in time with the melody. Women dance, spinning around the open floor, circling into a new pair of arms with each song.

The coin seemed to rain down on Jaskier at the end of each song, the bard basking in the attention, laughing and dancing in the middle of the spinning skirts. Geralt, as usual, sits further back, staring out at the patrons, eyeing anyone who could possibly become a threat.

Jaskier isn't known for his discretion.

It was almost the end of the night when Geralt caught a glimpse of something yellow out the window. Frowning, he stands, sliding through the crowd with ease, barely taking note as the patrons practically toss themselves out of his way, the stench of fear staining the very air.

At least they're treating him fair, for now.

Pausing at the door, he meets Jaskier’s eyes nodding once before sliding out. Jaskier knew he'd probably find him with Roach.

Stepping out, he hardly notices the rain as it soaks him through, raising his head slightly to listen. The quick patter of a tiny heartbeat picks up when thunder crashes overhead, seeming to shake the ground.

“Come on out,” his voice is soft but firm. There is nothing for a few moments before a tiny body comes shuffling from behind some rubble. He frowns, tilting his head to look her over, make sure she isn't injured. Her once brilliant yellow dress is muddled and heavy with dirt and rain, her hair sticking to her skin, hiding most of her face from his view.

Sighing, he steps forward slowly, pausing when she winces away from him slightly.

“I mean only to wrap you in my cloak,” he grumbles, shifting on his feet. Silently, her head lifts to look at him firmly. Her face is puffy and red, ghostly pale, lips blue.

“Why?”

“You’re wet and cold,” he states as if it's obvious. To be clear, it should be, but she's a child and well. He isn't pushing it. She just nods slightly, slowly taking a step towards him.

“Okay,” slowly, he wraps the thick fabric around her shoulders, kneeling to fasten it securely before tugging the hood up, patting the top of her head gently.

“There,” blinking up at him, brilliant eyes reminding him too much of Jaskier as a ghost of a smile graces her features.

“Thank you, Master Witcher.”

“Geralt,” he corrects her, standing slowly, offering her his hand. “Why are you not inside for the night?” she takes it slowly, allowing him to lead her to an eve where the rain doesnt reach. Quietly, they both sit there. She stares out at the rain, he looks down at her, waiting.

“I haven't anywhere to be in for the night, Master Wi- Geralt.” she pauses, bottom lip trembling again. “All I had was my Ma, and now she's gone too.” he doesnt know what to say. He knew this, but he had half hoped someone would have taken pity on her.

As if on cue, Jaskier comes dancing out of the Tavern, tugging his doublet up to use as a sort of shield from the rain. He almost immediately spots Geralt, frowning, before spotting the smaller body curled up against the weather beside him.

“Ah! Geralt, there you are. And who is your little friend?” with little regard for the state of his clothes, Jaskier kneels before the small girl, taking her in. rain soaks him through quickly, sticking his hair to his cheeks as he smiles down at her gently.

“We haven't made introductions,” Geralt hums, leaning back. She smiles slightly.

“Penelope,” her voice is quiet, but Jaskier lights up, his smile making her sit a tad straiter.

“Duck,” he muses, chuckling to himself. Geralt raises an eyebrow. “Her name means Duck, Geralt. Please, do keep up.” this time Penelope laughs, hugging the cloak closer, nodding.

“That's what ma calls me,” she whispers before her smile falls. “Used to.” both of them shift uncomfortably.

“Well then, my little Duckling,” Jaskier sings softly, sitting fully before her. “How old are you?” she pauses.

“Five summers.” she mutters, laying her chin on her knees, looking up at him through her eyelashes. He softens, before looking at Geralt. Geralt all but growls.

“Jaskier…” a warning. The bard scoffs at the large man beside him.

“Come now, Geralt. Where else will she go?” Penelope glances between them confused for a moment before just staring up at Geralt beside her. He is watching her intently, sighing heavily.

“Fine.” Jaskier beams, in spite of the gloom surrounding them, it seems brighter.

“Ah, wonderful. Come now, Duckling- how would you like to join us?” there is no pause. Her head bobs so quickly that they are sure her head would pop off. They both laugh softly.

“Itll be dangerous,” Geralt warns half-heartedly. Jaskier pauses, frowning. The path is no place for a child.

“Then she’ll just have to stay with me while you do your contracts.” he decides with a smile. Geralt snorts a laugh.

“Giving up on your up close and personal experiences for your songs, bard?” standing slowly, he offers her his hand, smiling.

“For this face? Of course. Come now duckling- let's get you dry.”

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titlemewickedwonderland · 1 year

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Shift My World: Chapter 3 (The Witcher Fanfiction)

Summary: Shifting is all grand and dandy for those who believe in it. Does it work? Who knows! Some people say it does while others don't, perhaps it's just something in the mind. Olivia Watson found the truth behind it as she transfers herself into the world of The Witcher one night after a drunken movie night with her friends! Only she wasn't expecting to get stuck there and worse off...she didn't expect to love them as much as she did.

Prompt: In honor of Henry Cavill who no longer will be with us on The Witcher as Geralt of Rivia after season 3. I have decided to take my ongoing story from Wattpad to share with you guys!

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"Toss a coin to your witcher oh valley of plenty~" Olivia could practically hear Geralt's eye roll as his golden orbs closed briefly and rolled up into his skull. It made her giggle a little bit as the bard beside her was strumming away at his lute singing that catchy old tune of his.

It was so fascinating and hilarious to watch how Jaskier got onto the witcher's nerves as they walked along a dirt path through the mountainside. Funny up until Geralt turns around with a threatening glare on his strong-featured face as his jaw clenches so hard she could practically hear the popping of his jaw bone. The dark-haired woman winced at that look and fell behind the singing bard for protection just in case the white-haired witcher chose to act upon his violent thoughts of pummeling the singing brunet who stopped in mid-tune and held up his hands in surrender.

"Now Geralt, you know I'm only trying to lighten the mood!" Jaskier said as if he was trying to talk down a mountain lion ready to pounce.

"I don't think he appreciates the effort Jas." Olivia piped up over his shoulder before squeaking as the irritated glare of wolf-like pupils turned towards her making her duck back behind the bard. "I'm just saying Geralt! It's better than walking in silence!" she added sticking her tongue out at him.

A week ago she would not have thought she'd be acting like a petulant child towards the man who could snuff her life out with a finger. But here she was traveling across the continent with the witcher and the singing bard like a happy dysfunctional trio of fuckery. It was funny really. Thanks to Geralt's potions and fresh herbs Olivia's wound had closed up nicely although there would be a scar running along her side, it'll be something to remember at least. She'd officially joined their group and thanks to them most nights they were in some sort of tavern or another when passing through towns instead of sleeping in the forests on the cold ground even if the witcher was so used to it. She'd come to find out that she had a knack for negotiation and finding jobs was rather easy. From washing dishes to serving in taverns to gain extra coins for the night was easier than she thought and better yet her hard work paid for rooms for her and her boys. Funny, her boys. Since when did Olivia ever think that the witcher and the bard were hers, to begin with? Probably whenever they'd in not so many words claimed her as theirs. Fighting for her honor when rowdy men got a little too handsy and Jaskier more often than not having to drag her along with him to escape unruly customers who he offended. The trips with the two men were fun. Some days there was excitement like the events stated above while others were rather mundane as they traveled along the path; similar to days such as this. But today was a little different; she could tell that Geralt was a little more stressed and irritable than normal. Maybe it was that extra murderous energy that exuded from him or the way his fist clenched the reigns of Roach's halter. Perhaps it was the tick in his jaw or stiff posture. Such signs that she'd come to pick up easily enough to be able to pull Jaskier back before a black-gloved fist could connect with his stomach.

She tutted at the white-haired witcher who looked ready to swing again in anger at the fact she'd managed to pull his target from his grasp. Jaskier gasped dramatically with a flabbergasted look on his face as he sputtered incoherent words that probably were words of offense at being aimed at. The dark-haired woman crossed her arms and stood in front of the bard with a slight glare on her face as she spoke as if talking to a bratty child.

"Nuh-uh. There will be none of that Geralt. There will be no violence when I'm around. Keep your grubby paws off my bard man. Who else will sing me to sleep when I'm restless?" she raised a brow.

Geralt gave a slight snarl before returning his attention to the road ahead. Swinging himself up onto the chestnut mare he was leading he nudged her into a canter; putting some space between him and the idiocy behind him. Olivia frowned at his retreating back before turning to look at Jaskier with a raised brow. "What crawled into his trousers and died? Doesn't he seem a little more irritable than usual?"

Jaskier sighed dusting dirt from his pants and grabbed his lute again; idly strumming the strings as he began walking after Geralt. "I'm used to it. He visited Cintra earlier while you and I were in the next town over getting supplies. He's been like that ever since. Won't talk about it either." he shrugged.

Olivia frowned trying to remember what timeline was this. Was this before or after he found out about Cirilla? God her timelines were so mixed up. She was still worried her presence here would change things but in the current moment, her only concern was to ease the destination that was the white-haired wolf on the horse cantering away. How could she help him relax? The issue rolled over and over in her head as she thought about it on the walk following Geralt's departure. Unfortunately, they hadn't come to any villages nearby so they had to make camp in some forests along their path. The fire was a sure warmth for them as they had all settled on their blankets on the ground. It was quiet with only the idly strumming of Jaskier's lute and the crackling of the fire.

Olivia looked over at Jaskier and held her hand out towards him. "Could I try your guitar?" she asked.

He frowned a little and looked at his instrument before looking at her. "You play?" he asked cautiously.

Olivia laughed a little bit and dropped her hand. "Yes actually. My grandmother enjoyed the music very much and taught me how to play it. I just figured I could try this once?" she asked glancing over at Geralt who was leaning against a tree sharpening his sword.

Jaskier took a breath and slowly handed over his prized instrument. "If you break it Beauty so help me-"

"I won't break it bard, do not worry. Now, let me see..." Olivia adjusted the lute in her lap and strummed the strings a few times to get the tune of it. Once she was comfortable with it she began plucking at the strings with light and gentle fingers.

A melody slowly began to form as she hummed along with it a few times as if getting the feel of the tune of the instrument. Jaskier watched her intently but her gaze was fixated on the fire as she began to sing lightly; almost shyly at first as she focused on the lyrics of the song and zoned out staring into the fire unaware of the looks of her two companions.

"Why am I a stranger. Lost in the familiar. Will I ever know? Running with my eyes closed. Hunted by the shadows. Will they ever go? I'm afraid that I'm miles away from yesterday. And I'm alone. Till I see you again, Til I see you again. It's a cold and lonely road. But I'm gonna hold on. Can't you see I'm right here? Locked inside the nightmare. Like a memory, Whispers in the silence. Madness in disguises, Like an enemy~"

The pressure of someone leaning against her shoulder made her stop and turn to look at a half sleepy Jaskier who looked peaceful and enthralled; like a puppy looking up at her. She laughed slightly and shifted the lute from her lap to allow the chestnut brown-haired musician to rest his head on her lap. He shifted so he was lying on his back with his head on her lap looking up at the night sky. Olivia set the lute instrument on her other side and leaned back on the palm of her hand to look up at the sky too in silence. Nothing needed to be said; a sort of enthralling calm air of magic hung in the air around them so she did not wish to break the silence. When she finally looked away from the darkened sky she looked down at her lap to find the bard fast asleep. He looked peaceful. She smiled and reached up to stroke her fingers through his slight curls.

"Where did you learn that song?" Geralt's voice broke the silence; this time not startling the dark-haired girl as she lazily turned her gaze towards him.

He was resting against the tree with his sword to the side and he was watching her from under half-lidded eyes. Those same eyes that searched for an answer. She smiled slightly and shrugged. "It was a song I wrote when I was younger and going through my depressive stage. Everyone has one of those days that something good comes out of it. Poem, song, a life lesson. Whatever it may be." she replied

Tipping her head to look at him she cocked a brow and asked. "So what's going on with you? You've been an ass recently; more than usual at least. It's not your normal mood swings." she stated bluntly.

The witcher snorted and looked down into the fire. "Destiny is a bitch." was all he said making her squint her eyes at him.

"Well that's a cryptic answer." she chuckled before readjusting Jaskier's head off her lap and onto the makeshift pillow so that she could walk over to sit beside Geralt instead.

Once upon a time this man had made her nervous and intimidated her. But, the more she hung around him the more she got comfortable with him. Of course, they were not best buds that told secrets to each other in confidence but she liked to think that he enjoyed her company. Maybe a little more than Jaskier's. They sat in silence for a few minutes while one stared up at the sky and the other into the flames. It wasn't until Geralt's voice broke the silence that she returned her attention to him. Her blue eyes scanned his face which was lit up with the fire's glow making shadows across the other part of his face. But it was the look on his face that made butterflies flutter in her stomach.

"You need to learn to defend yourself." she raised a brow and gave a teasing smile.

"Are you going to teach me?" she asked. "I didn't think you cared about my safety. What changed?" a furrow etched on her brows.

Geralt shook his head and plucked a twig from the ground in front of him and idly snapped it into smaller pieces; a universal fidgeting sign. "Because there was no reason to before. But, times are changing and I need to know that you and Jaskier are going to be protected if I am not around to protect you myself."

Olivia leaned over to be able to see his face and frowned further. "Geralt why are you saying all of this as if you are leaving us?" she asked a hint of panic in her tone.

He saw it. He would have been blind not to. He frowned and dropped the twig he was working on to rest a hand on her head and ruffle her hair a little. "Don't stress. It's just for precaution. I can't trust Jaskier to protect you from bandits or monsters if I'm not around." he offered in ways of comfort.

She forced a shaky smile and shook her head to dislodge his large hand before leaning back against the tree he was and looking across the campsite to the sleeping figure of their companion. "Well I mean he did save me from some rowdy patrons a time or two in taverns but I get what you mean." she chuckled.

Geralt gave a hum of approval and closed his eyes. Olivia glanced at him wondering how on earth she managed to get so lucky as to be by this man's side. She echoed his hum before rising to her feet and stretched with a groan. She walked over towards where Jaskier lay asleep and plopped down beside him; yawning up a storm she wrapped her cloak around herself for more warmth before her eyes slid shut to sleep knowing well that their resident witcher would be on alert and watching over them.

It was Geralt's hissed 'Get up!' that woke her more than the nudge he gave her with his shoe. Her blue eyes snapped open and she stared up at him from where she lay. Sword in hand and golden eyes staring intently into the woods on high alert. He was tensed and ready for whatever it was. Her gaze flickered over to Jaskier who was still peacefully snoozing where he lay fast asleep. She cursed under her breath and scrambled to her feet to stand beside the white-haired witcher.

"What's out there Geralt? Another a monster?" she asked quietly as she searched the treeline around them

"I don't know. It doesn't sound or smell like any monster I've dealt with," he muttered before grabbing a dagger from his boot and holding it out towards her without looking away from the trees around them.

She stared at the silver blade that flashed her reflection back at her as if too scared to take it but as Geralt looked down at her with a tensed jaw she quickly gulped and grabbed the handle carefully from his gloved hand and held it tightly to her chest looking around as if something was bound to jump out of the woods and attack them.

"Wake up Jaskier and take Roach as far as you can; I'll catch up." Olivia snorted and she gave a little kick to his shin resulting in a disapproving grunt from the tall man.

"I'm not leaving you! If you haven't faced this thing before do you think I can leave you to fend for yourself?" she bit back.

He had to close his eyes as if praying for patience before he turned fully to her and looked down at her. His face was inches from hers. "Do you possibly think I can kill this thing if I'm having to worry about you and the stupid bard?!" he hissed. "Go. Now."

Olivia stared up at him wide-eyed and swallowed thickly before nodding taking a step back to give them both space. She quickly walked over to Jaskier and shook his shoulder hard trying to wake him up. He startled in his sleep and half sat up looking around groggily mumbling "What's going on? Beauty? Geralt?"

Olivia grabbed him under his arm and pulled him to his feet before pushing his precious lute into his arms. "Come on we gotta go!" she stated hurriedly glancing over her shoulder at Geralt who hadn't turned away from the woods but was slowly moving further in.

She prayed he would be alright; he may be a witcher but even Olivia knew he was not immortal. once she and Jaskier were packed up on Roach's back they booked it through the woods. They did not have a destination in mind but it didn't matter as the dark-haired woman realized that they weren't alone. She could hear the sound of footsteps running behind them but when she looked behind her she did not see anything. Her heart hammered in her chest as she urged Roach on faster. When she looked back towards the path ahead she yanked the reigns so hard and suddenly that Roach reared up knocking Jaskier and Olivia off her back. The chestnut mare whinnied in fright and bolted back into the woods; narrowly missing kicking her passengers as she bolted past. Olivia screamed a little and wrapped her arms around her head so she wasn't kicked while Jaskier attempted to shield her. For a second it was quiet with nothing but the distant hooves of the horse's departure. Shakily Jaskier lifted his head to look over his shoulder and cursed under his breath.

"Bollocks." Olivia peeked over his arm to see a large figure standing there. Well, more of a beast than a man.

Covered in dark grey fur and glowing yellow eyes with white teeth bared a canine stood there drooling at the mouth as the wolf life figure came into the light from the shadows. A flash of something below its neck caught the feeble light of the morning sun making Oliva shield her eyes a brief second before attempting to look closer. It dawned on her what she was looking at and she reached out towards the beast but Jaskier scrambled over to grab her back.

"What are you crazy?!" he demanded but she shook her head and yanked herself from his grasp to stand in front of him.

She knew this animal by heart. The silver tag hanging from its neck proved exactly who she thought this was. A relieved look crossed her face as she stared at her long-lost pet Killua. But this was not the Killua she remembered though. He looked bigger and a lot more wolfish than he normally did. Perhaps it was the look of unfamiliarity in his eyes. Like he was looking more at food than he was at the one who raised him. He'd been out here far too long by himself that he'd reverted to his primal roots.

Kneeling so that her body appeared smaller than the wolf's she looked up at him keeping eye contact with the beast. "Killua it's me...Ollie. Remember me?" she spoke up softly and raised a hand towards him.

The wolf snarled and took a step towards her; snapping at the air inches from her fingers but she did not move away even when she flinched in surprise. Her heart hammered so hard in her chest that she feared it'd burst from its confinements. Her Killua was in there somewhere; the problem was that it had been too long since Killua had reverted to his wolf's side of his genetic roots but she knew the many years they shared were still stored in his memory. All she had to do was trigger those memories. But the gleam in the wolfdog's eyes showed no such familiarity and as the dark-haired woman reached out to touch him again he leaped straight for her. Jaskier gave a little scream (one that he would wholesomely deny was far too feminine.) and yanked her back just in time as Geralt came out of nowhere and slammed straight into the beast's side dislodging him in midair. Olivia's eyes widened as she saw the witcher's large body pinning the larger animal down and she screamed when the gleam of his sword descended. She hadn't felt herself move or seen the look of terror on Jaskier's face as her body moved on its own. Darting straight into the descending sword's path. Sparks flew as metal scraped metal and Geralt's yellow eyes flashed in surprise as they stared down into Olivia's scared blue ones. Her hands shook with the force it took to intercept his sword but she did not let up.

Time stood still for a second as the two stared at each other. It shattered as a snarl came from behind Olivia and they both turned just in time to see the large figure of the wolf rise to its paws from where he had been pinned and bolt itself around Olivia to slam its body into Geralt's dislodging him from his bladed interlock with Olivia. The sword got knocked from his hand as he fell and found two large paws pinning his arms down so that he was unable to reach to grab anything near him.

"Killua no!" Olivia screamed launching herself at the snarling beast and wrapping her arms around his neck holding him tight. "No. Do not kill him!" she panted burying her face into the coarse fur.

Geralt watched in shock as the wolf-like creature backed up a few steps to allow him freedom and laid down. Olivia looked down at the large furry face to find those gentle but keen eyes peering up at her intently as if waiting for more affection or command from her. Her vision was blurry as tears filled her gaze.

"You big idiot." she sniffled as she pressed her face into his neck. The wolf-dog whined and licked at her face trying to get her to stop which succeeded when she began giggling and pushing his nose. "Stop that."

Jaskier walked over with hands on his hips staring at her scene in a flabbergasted way as he looked at Geralt who looked a bit confused and concerned. "What's going on? This thing was about to eat us a second ago!" the bard exclaimed.

Olivia turned toward them and wiped her face. "Are two okay? He didn't hurt you did he?" she asked.

"He hurt-?" Jaskier stammered before scrubbing his hands down his face. "What is this fuckery?" he demanded.

"I'd kind of like to know too." Geralt muttered.

Olivia gave a sheepish look. "Um well, this is Killua my wolf-dog. Geralt you remember that dog I was asking you about that you said was most likely somewhere in the woods? Well, this is him...He's a wolf-dog. I had him since he was a pup...My grandfather found him and gave him to me during one of his hunting trips cause his mama got killed." she smiled slightly.

"That explains the slightly familiar scent now that he's closer...I couldn't pinpoint where I'd smell him before." Geralt muttered staring at the large beast who was glaring at him like he's insulted his entire family.

"Guess he was out here too long and reverted to his wolf roots. He's not a bad boy though. Did he hurt you Geralt?" Olivia asked worriedly.

The witcher grunted and turned to begin walking back the way they'd come. "I'm going to go find Roach." was all that he muttered.

Jaskier looked on like he wanted to argue but as he watched Olivia just sit there on the ground ruffling the wolf's fur he found all argument leave him. He sighed and sat down across from her resting his arms on his knees; staring dubiously at the large beast that looked like a giant puppy dog at this point as he panted and leaned into Olivia's touch.

"You are insane. You own a wolf. Do you realize that?" Jaskier asked.

Olivia laughed and rose to her feet. "I'm aware Jas," she replied as she bent down to tuck the dagger Geralt gave her into her own boot before holding her hands out for Jaskier to grab to pull himself up.

"He's not going to eat us in our sleep is he?" Jaskier protested as Olivia began walking in the wake of Geralt's footsteps.

The woman merely smiled indulgingly as she rested her hand on Killua's head as they walked and said nothing back to the concerned protesting of the bard behind her. She was happy that they'd finally found Killua; but she also realized that now that she had her pet back. She had to think about returning home soon. Or at least officially starting her search on how. She'd thrown herself into the excitable life traveling with the witcher and the bard to the point that she'd forgotten her vow to find a way home and that put an ache in her heart because as she came back towards the camp where Geralt was tacking up Roach and camp packed up already her heart told her she didn't want to leave. Those yellow orbs turned towards her and she stared back with a look of conflict in her own. She wanted to tell him so badly where she came from. But she knew she couldn't or she'd change the timelines. But gods she didn't want to leave him. Geralt and Jaskier managed to slip into her heart and she feared having to give this feeling up.

"-livia. Olivia!" she blinked snapping back to attention and looked up to find Geralt standing in front of her staring down at her with a creased brow of concern on his face as he studied her face. "Are you okay?" he asked.

She forced a smile and nodded a little too quickly. "Yeah, of course! I'm always okay!" she chirped back before kneeling to return the dagger from her boot to him but he pushed it back towards her.

"Keep it, it's about time you have a weapon to defend yourself with." he replied.

Olivia nodded slightly and returned the weapon without argument. "Thanks Geralt." she muttered before brushing past him to collect her coat off the ground.

Geralt looked at her over his shoulder with a searching gaze as he wondered what was going on with her. But as he watched her move around the camp collecting her and Jaskier's belongings he realized she was trying to detach herself from the scene. From them. How he knew this he wasn't sure. But even after traveling with her for as long as he had, he was keen on picking up her signals. She never was good at keeping her emotions hidden; at least not to his eyes. Jaskier was oblivious as usual but Geralt was not. Something was wrong with her but he chose his battles well. Now was not the time to have a 'heart-to-heart' with the woman. But he'd find out what was wrong one way or another.

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twistedappletree · 7 months

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won’t you go? you know i’ll be there

don’t you know you can always count on me?

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6, 18 and 53 for fanfic writers ask game?

6 - do you have any kind of consistent writing schedule or just hoping for the best?

oh babe i have so much adhd this is 100% hoping for the best. the closest thing i have to a schedule is writing well in advance of publishing

18 - what is your most and least favorite part of writing?

My favourite part is definitely the ideas stage, whether it's the thinking or the first draft.

My least favourite is a toss up between detail editing and realising I have to choose between two conflicting ideas.

53 - when writing, do you have an outline? and do you stick to it?

I've gotten less and less outliney over the years. My big multi-chapter fics all have outlines of various details. They usually stay as a skeleton except for the very end of witcher marriage traditions, which I cut short because I had personal stuff going on.

In general, I have background details and timelines for everything and I usually have at least a vague outline in my head. But nothing I've written recently has a concrete outline.

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Music Rec 13/3

Astronomy - Conan Gray

Toss A Coin To Your Witcher - Sonya Belousova

Stick Season - Noah Kahan

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Whumptober 2022

Who would have thought Nenneke has so much to say? Another whumptober entry with a bit of backstory of how she met Geralt.

If you prefer to read on Ao3, here’s the link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42431703/chapters/106958010#workskin

Please consider tossing a few words to your writer - I accept and appreciate all kinds reviews, critics too.

Fandom: The Witcher (books)

Prompts used: - NO. 9 THE VERY NOISY NIGHT - Tossing and turning - NO. 31 LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL - Bedside vigil

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Nenneke was tired, there was no denying it. She spent the night at Geralt's side, watching him toss weakly as the fever tried to consume his body. It broke at dawn and the witcher woke soon after, for which she was grateful. There was a moment she feared he would not, and she had grown fond of that young witcher.

She remembered the first time Geralt came to the temple. He was about eight, freshly after the Trials, all sticking bones and curious eyes darting everywhere from under short, shockingly white hair. Witcher eyes. The boy, unlike his friends, was still recovering, though he scoffed at his guardian when he talked with mother superior about that.

The witcher left him and two other boys for the winter to study at the temple. Geralt and the other boy his age, Eskel, learned math, history and other basics, and worked alongside girls, sharing both daily chores and mischief. Their older friend studied on his own. Nenneke remembered the tumult they made in the gardens when the third boy, a couple of years older than Geralt and Eskel, practiced his signs on the yard, tossing the snow high over the playing children.

Witchers were unique, Nenneke learned the first time she got to examine Geralt. She was told to keep an eye on him after he was pushed through additional experiments aside from the Trials. Neither mother superior nor the witcher who brought the boys wished to talk about the details, but even without it she could tell whatever they did was not gentle to the boy. Geralt himself wasn't exactly forthcoming either, but he couldn't refuse when the priestesses took him and Eskel for examination.

Nenneke was mesmerised by the way their hearts worked and by those weird, unnatural eyes. Geralt and Eskel were both still adapting to the changes so violently brought to their bodies, getting used to the fact they could control their reactions to greater extent than normal humans. They were clearly taught what to expect, but Nenneke saw they could sometimes get overwhelmed and struggle before they worked out how to adjust.

Neither would talk about the Trials at all. Nenneke tried once and was met with defiance. Geralt told her he wasn't allowed to talk about it to anyone who wasn't a witcher and flat refused to do anything with her until she changed the subject. Besides, what could a child tell her about what was done to him? It was stupid of her to ask. Nenneke settled for observing in case she ever needed to know the differences.

As spring came near, the boys grew excited and talked more about the upcoming witcher training they were going to be finally allowed. It was harder to get them to sit still and study and more often than not they could be found hunting mice in the cellars. They left for Kaer Morhen soon after the snow melted.

Geralt spent two other winters in the temple as a teenager, polishing his elder speech and studying more advanced alchemy and biology. Since Nenneke was one of the few who remained in the temple rather than leaving to become a healer or a midwife, she was the one he came to when he needed assistance. He was more willing to share some details from his training and she could often find him in some secluded part of the gardens, engrossed in his deadly dance regardless of the weather. And like the first time, he left with the first sign of spring.

Nenneke didn't see him for the next three years. Next time he showed up, three years prior, Geralt was no longer a boy. He was wearing a sword on his back and wolf medallion on his neck. He just stopped by to see a friendly face before going further south, he told her when she asked if he had come to seek help. There was something different in his eyes, but he refused to talk about it and Nenneke didn't push. She was glad he counted the temple as a friendly place and that he visited each season, every time his way passed nearby.

She was less glad to see Geralt coming so gravely wounded, but at least now that he was here, she could make sure he recovered. His wounds were fresh and still aggravated, but luckily not infected. She made sure he was drugged enough before heading to get some sleep.

***

What she didn’t expect was being woken by her doors being opened so abruptly they slammed against the wall.

"Mother Nenneke, I'm sorry." Annika, a young priestess, came to a halt as she failed to catch the doors in time. She was breathing heavily as if she had just stopped running.

"What's wrong?" Nenneke was already out of the bed, wide awake. People usually didn’t barge into her bedroom without a good reason.

"It's the witcher. The fever's got worse and I couldn't calm him. You said-"

"You did well." Nenneke stopped the rambling. "I'll go to him, you bring me some boiling water, just in case." She grabbed her robe, fastening the belt on her way.

Geralt was indeed thrashing in bed, his face tight with pain. When Nenneke touched him to still him, he whimpered and tried to curl.

"No, don't do that, you'll just rip everything," the priestess forced him down. The witcher's hand shot blindly to push her aside. "Geralt, dammit, it's me. You're safe and I want to help you." Nenneke grasped his wrist and muttered a prayer, wiping the wet hair from his forehead. The hand she held went limp. "You don't get a word I say, do you," she sighed.

As it turned out, Geralt was actually more awake than she initially thought. He ceased fighting her, but his eyes fluttered open. "Hurts," he rasped. "Can't-"

Nenneke cupped his clammy face and frowned. She was fairly sure she dosed him with enough painkillers to last most of the night, yet it was obvious he was too much in pain to be able to rest. She wasn’t sure what was the cause of his distress, but of one thing she was fairly certain. Another dose wouldn’t be dangerous, unlike the possibility of the witcher undoing all of her good work.

Geralt drank greedily and relaxed a bit. His breathing evened as the medicine started working, but it took nearly another hour before he finally fell asleep for good. Nenneke sat beside him, aiding him with her prayers until she was sure he wouldn’t wake soon. The fever didn't go higher, but Nenneke didn't want to risk leaving. Instead she made herself comfortable in an armchair, knowing she would wake if the wounded started trashing again.

***

“Nenneke?”

The priestess blinked. The sun was getting through the half open curtains, bathing the floor between her and the bed in bright light, blinding her. She must have finally fallen into a deeper sleep after waking several times to check on the witcher.

“You’re lucid,” she smiled and wiped the rest of sleepiness from her eyes. “Good.”

“Sorry to wake you,” Geralt said quietly and coughed. “You told me not to move. Repeatedly.”

“Ah, I’m glad you remembered that at least.” Nenneke came over and propped him up. She reached for the glass of water he was eyeing and helped him drink.

"Thank you.” Geralt leaned his head against the back of the bed. “Seems I scared one of your girls," he muttered sourly. "Sorry."

"Don't be silly. She ran to get me because you got worse, not because she was frightened. Get it in your head once and for all that it takes more than your eyes and your reflexes to scare one of us," she reproached him with fondness she didn’t bother hiding.

Geralt nodded slightly in acknowledgement. "My apologies, Mother."

Nenneke didn't miss the way he sucked a breath the moment he tried to shift. “Does it hurt more again? Hmm, it seems your body consumes my medicine far more quickly than it should."

"Sadly, yes," Geralt winced. "My potion would be better."

"Tell me how and I will make it for you."

The witcher looked taken aback. He hesitated.

"Geralt, for pity's sake, I'm not going to spill your witcher secrets left and right," Nenneke rolled her eyes, her irritation growing. "You are not going to get decent rest if you wake every three hours from pain. And I too wouldn't mind sleeping a while longer at a time. We can leave experimenting with the right doses of my medicine for you once you feel a bit better."

Predictably, Geralt couldn't argue with that. Nenneke made him repeat the formula to make sure she got everything right. The ingredients were similar to the ones she used, but the proportions were slightly altered.

“I will send Annika back. Try to eat something while I’m gone.”

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