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The boys are back where they belong in the sea of Cavills

My family from a out of province is visiting my condo tomorrow so my mom could show her brothers where I live.

Part of the reason for the visit is that they would likely help me redo my kitchen and bathroom basically for free if asked but mostly it's because my mom loves my condo more than I do and she wants to show off my purchase.

Anyways this is a reminder to myself to hide the GeraltxEskel Shibari porn magnet before my uncle, the Pastor, arrives tomorrow because I'm in bed now and I'm not getting up.

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[A recording of a privat Emergency Hotline]

"Kaer Morhen Monster Processing, Vesemir speaking."

"My name is Lambert Hendriks. I need someone to kill monsters for me."

"Listen, kid, this is not a joke number. I'm not responsible for whatever laundry heap is casting shadows in your room. Where are your parents?"

"I'm not stupid. There's actual monsters in our house."

"Boy, this-"

"My father killed my Momma three days ago. He ran away after that and left the door open. She's starting to smell and it made monsters come inside. My father has a rifle but I'm locked into my room and my last lock pick broke, so I can't get it by myself."

[a pause, the sound of shuffling]

"Where do you live, kid?"

"He took us to a cabin in the woods. Near the Griffin Reservoir. I remember a road sign with a really big dick graffiti on it. We drove into the woods right after we passed it."

"Alright kid, that's good, I'm fairly close by. Think you can hold out a couple of hours?"

"I guess so. They're clawing at the door, but I pushed my drawers in front of it. I don't have any money, but-"

"Don't worry about that, kid."

"But it's important! Witchers get paid for killing monsters. I don't have money, but my father stole something before he got into the fight with Momma, so you can have that. Law of surprise, right? Whatever you see first, you can have it."

"Okay. Alright. We'll do that. I'll be there soon."

[End of the Recording]

(not seen in this, Vesemir having to enter the house through a window and the first thing he sees is Lambert, locked up in a tiny room, chained to his bed, with a kitchen knife in hand)

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can we have some geraskier co-napping please 💖💖👀

Jaskier’s butt makes for a perfect pillow

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When he says: “be a good little slut and get down on your knees!”

And you answer: “make me!”

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My family from a out of province is visiting my condo tomorrow so my mom could show her brothers where I live.

Part of the reason for the visit is that they would likely help me redo my kitchen and bathroom basically for free if asked but mostly it's because my mom loves my condo more than I do and she wants to show off my purchase.

Anyways this is a reminder to myself to hide the GeraltxEskel Shibari porn magnet before my uncle, the Pastor, arrives tomorrow because I'm in bed now and I'm not getting up.

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For the 80s verse, what if when Geralt and Jaskier are out on a date or hanging out after a football game, they run into a kid who was not nice to Jaskier in elementary school? Jaskier throughly enjoys showing off how happy and in love he is now, with a QB no less, and Geralt is more than happy to help Jaskier 😊

“Ugh it’s Valdo Marx,” Jaskier groans from beside Geralt. They’re half-way between Kaedwen Academy’s practice field and Leone’s Old Fashioned Ice Cream Shoppe, swinging their joined hands between them. Well, Jaskier is swinging their hands and Geralt is letting it happen with a peaceful smile on his face.

“Who?”

“Just some guy I know. He’s right there, just down the street in the teal sweater. He was a real dick to me in middle school and his face...irks me. I’d just rather not see him or hear his voice ever again, you know?”

“Wanna make him so jealous that he turns that weird shade of purple you keep trying to describe to me?”

“It’s somewhere between Eggplant and violet Geralt and I will find it again. I swear to gods!”

Geralt grins down at his adorable best friend lopsidedly and pauses to crouch down. He makes sure to project his voice when he says, “Hop on, babe.”

“Aww, thanks,” Jaskier beams. Valdo is definitely looking at them now and he’s definitely recognized Jaskier. His face pulls into a sneer and it looks like he’s about to call out a rude comment before Geralt speaks up again.

“I’m thinking we should split a sundae but you could definitely talk me into a rootbeer float with two straws.”

“Oh hell no,” Jaskier laughs, tugging his boyfriend’s bobbing snow-white ponytail playfully. “You promised me a soft serve vanilla ice cream with, and I quote, as many sprinkles as they can legally give me without getting fired.”

“You’re right, I did,” the quarterback grins. He doesn’t have any problem being this obnoxiously affectionate in public with Jaskier normally, but today he’s being a little extra loud and a little extra sweet and perhaps he’s even flexing a little extra hard where his arms are supporting Jaskier’s legs. Not only because he wants his lovely and endlessly caring boyfriend to feel appreciated and validated, but because he’s territorial as fuck and he wants Valdo to know exactly who has Jaskier’s back now. “My apologies, babe.”

“I am a merciful god and your transgression is hereby forgiven,” the sophomore decides. He giggles at his own antics and nuzzles softly into the side of his noble steed’s sweaty neck. Geralt barks out a laugh at the tickling sensation Jaskier’s hair creates and yanks his head away, almost stumbling when their combined weights shift. Jaskier squeaks but Geralt catches his footing easily. The younger boy’s grip on on his shoulders loosens a bit, back to normal. “Careful, hot stuff. I almost died!”

Valdo passes them the side walk and says nothing.

Jaskier keeps talking, his old rival long forgotten in the wake of Geralt’s attentions. The quarterback, however, glares the other boy down as they make eye contact. He flares his nostrils menacingly, the way Eskel taught him to, and lets the message pass between them: Don’t even think about it. Valdo seems to get the message, staying silent and scurrying along his way after he’s out of hearing range.

Geralt asks the ice cream girl to give Jaskier an extra scoop of sprinkles anyway.

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Geralt was brought up as a fighter. A warrior. Someone who could face anything and save anyone. There was never time for play that didn't include training of some sort.

It wasn't something he was sad about, because he didn't know any different.

That was until Jaskier came along.

They sat in Geralt's room at the keep, relaxing.

"What are you practicing for?" Geralt was genuinely curious.

Jaskier looked up from his lute, continuing to play.

"What do you mean, love?"

"Do you have a performance soon?"

"No, just fun. Do you like it?"

Geralt furrowed his brow to think and Jaskier gave him a bit of time to answer.

"Mmm. It's nice. How do you know what to play if you're not practicing for something?"

"Well, I guess, I just pick some strings and a melody will come. Sometimes I play songs I enjoy, sometimes, I just see where it takes me."

Geralt kept his brow furrowed and watched the bard improvise. After a while, Jaskier put his lute into its box, keeping the lid open, and got up to leave the room for a moment. Once he left, Geralt kept his eyes on the lute.

The Witcher stood up, knelt beside the case, and paused. He reached his hand out and plucked one of the strings, gently, hearing it buzz with his un-practiced hand.

He put his hand out again and plucked a new string, then after trying a couple, he hummed the note back.

Jaskier quietly stood at the door, watching Geralt find his way around the instrument, smiling. He decided not to mention anything at the moment, let him enjoy playing.

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It should have been edible but it clearly wasn't. (For the first sentence ask game pls!)

Earlier this morning Jaskier had dragged his boyfriend to his favorite local bookshop to pick up his monthly order, when Geralt discovered - tho his delight - the fairly detailed ttrpg section of the stores. They had an incredible dice selection and one set in particular, bright pastels, colored like valentine's candy and oh so shiny, caught his attention immediately. The way it looked, it should have been edible, even though it clearly wasn't. Geralt hesitated. He definitely already had enough dice and he didn't really want to spend money on things he wouldn't use regularly, but then again they'd fit his new character really, really well.....

"Oh, these are so cute," Jaskier, who seemingly had appeared out of nowhere, exclaimed happily, "Are we buying them?"

"They look tasty," Geralt admitted quietly and watched the smile bloom on his boyfriend's face. "Oooh, they make the dragon happy, don't they? We're definitely buying them, then." Geralt smiled.

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Aiden surviving Jad Karadin

Different lighting version and tag list below!

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Familiar Strangers - Part 1

Pairing: Captain Syverson & Nameless OFC (she)

Word Count: 1187

Warnings: language, implied/vaguely explained mental health issues, implied self-harm, self-inflicted wounds, angst, Sy just being nice, hurt/comfort (sort of), bandaging wounds

A/N: I don’t know where I’m going with these ideas lately. Would anyone want more?

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Hello! For the prompt thing, could you do 18 "I missed you. I'm glad you're back." with geraskier?

Hi! this started out as a coming home from the winter fic, but then I scratched it and wrote this instead:

geraskier, soooooft

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Jaskier was fast asleep, wrapped in the inn's bedspread and Geralt's own blanket, because he had been unable to fall asleep with the witcher's scent around him. The shutters of the window were broken in a few places and despite being closed let some of the faint moonlight shine into the room.

He wooden door creaked open slowly, just wide enough for Geralt to slip through, before he closed and locked it again. He silently knelt down in front of the bed and carefully brushed a few loose strands of Jaskier's brown hair away. The bard's nose twitched, but he didn't wake, so Geralt pressed a featherlight kiss against Jaskier's lips. Blue eyes fluttered open and a soft smile warmed Jaskier's face as soon as he saw Geralt kneeling next to him. “Hey,” he whispered sleep drunk and let out a sigh as Geralt nuzzled against his cheek in a silent greeting.

The witcher carefully drew back and stood up again, unbuckling the straps that held his swords in place, leaning them against the wall next to the bed. Jaskier watched him undress with heavy eyes, relieved to see Geralt unharmed and safe. The contract had been an easy one, just a couple of drowners near the village's washing spot.

Still Jaskier had worried, always did when it came to Geralt. So he yawned and fought against falling asleep, pulling the blanket tighter around his shoulders. Thankfully Geralt was quick to undress and clean the worst sweat and dirt off his body with a sponge bath.

When he was done, Jaskier shuffled back in the bed, so his back was to the wall and Geralt had enough room to slide under the covers next to him. He yawned again, probably drooled a bit on the pillow if Geralt's chuckle was anything to go by and held up the blanket in an invitation. The witcher hummed and lied down on his side, so they were facing each other, Jaskier's arm wrapping around his waist and pulling him in, impossibly close. The bard breathed against his neck, nose pressed against the warm skin and pressed a chaste kiss against the collarbone. “I missed you,” he mumbled, “I'm glad you're back.” Geralt smiled and kissed Jaskier's forehead, an unspoken “I love you” between them.

They quickly fell asleep again.

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from this prompt list

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random poll just to learn more about all of you lovely people (please reblog with your answer + how you take your coffee/tea)!

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Had to make a meme to describe me currently

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I’m on Fire (Full One-shot)

A/N: I don’t know why I’m so nervous to post this one. Maybe it’s because I’ve been talking about it for like a week and now I feel like there’s pressure. I might have to hide for a while after posting this.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: 2862 (how this went from a 250 word song drabble to nearly 3k I have no idea)

Warnings: Fluff, angst, smut, we have it all people. But seriously there is oral (F receiving) and unprotected vaginal sex with some body fluid mentions.

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