#Geralt/Jaskier

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89th Batch Of Fics: 10th Fill

Geralt/Gaetan/Jaskier – Part 4/4 – a/b/o; alpha!Geralt; alpha!Gaetan; omega!Jaskier; hurt/comfort; magic healing dick – One satisfied Alpha makes a happy Witcher and Bard combo :)

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“And in return for your little… pack… you wish to mount me?”

Gaetan’s voice is odd; there is aggression laced into his words but he still has his hands on Jaskier, mindlessly petting and trying to soothe the Omega as he makes more and more of a ruckus.

Geralt hums low with a growling little edge to it. As sweet of an Alpha rumble as he can manage – which is not much, he is the first to admit, even without Jaskier’s many assurances that he sucks at this.

“He and I are a packaged deal,” he murmurs. No sugarcoating it. He can tell that the other Alpha appreciates it even as he is stuck in a stalemate. Geralt is quiet and Jaskier is not. The Omega is making a soft little ruckus that becomes harder and bigger as the Alphas fail to tend to his need.

He tries to twist around, his voice put upon despite what he is saying: “Then let me at least dress your wounds, good grief-”

He’s not allowed to go anywhere. Gaetan curls his arms in a bear hug around his middle and hectically pulls him in, closer, underneath himself.

Jaskier yelps, his fingers leaving tracks in the dirt where he tries and fails to grasp on to something.

Geralt can relate to what the other witcher is feeling. That desperation to connect. The intense loneliness gaping in his chest and the many years of training that insist that it isn’t sitting right there.

They’re in an odd little configuration; three people slotted into each other with Geralt as the biggest and sturdiest of them, ranging large and protectively above the other two.

Jaskier whimpers, the sound gone hoarse. “Fuck… you’re so close… please, just-”

He probably wriggles, trying to finally slip that warm Alpha cock where he needs it most.

Geralt inhales deeply, rubbing his cheek against Gaetan’s. They’re in a stalemate. He waits, anticipation prickling down his spine and sitting warm and itching at the small of his back. His cock flexes slowly, dripping pre-cum against the small of Gaetan’s back in turn.

Finally, the other Alpha relaxes minutely. His head tilts. Submitting.

The desperate skin hunger has won out.

Geralt rumbles low and approving. He shifts his arms, still wrapped around Gaetan’s waist and drags his fingers between Jaskier’s cheeks to gather a generous amount of his silky slick against them.

Jaskier whimpers in anticipation.

“Very good,” Geralt praises in a low voice. “Have at him.”

It’s a good sign that Gaetan waited for the permission. A sign that he could actually… fit. Nice and obedient. Right between them where he needed to be.

Geralt listens to Jaskier’s melodious whine as the Alpha slowly slides into him and brings his slick covered fingers between Gaetan’s cheeks. Gaetan growls as he feels the warm petting sensation across his nervously clenched hole, but the exhaustion from the massacre and wounds sustained keeps him docile. Has him shuffle his knees apart just so in an almost meek offering of himself.

Geralt smiles with a quiet, close-lipped uptick in the corners of his mouth. His fingers are slow and gentle as he pushes them into Gaetan’s overly hot body. He did not anticipate for it but he is setting the rhythm by which the other Alpha mounts his Omega. His Jaskier.

No matter how loud Jaskier becomes; how desperately he begs for more, harder, deeper. Gaetan has his head tilted in an odd way, somehow attempting to attentively listen to the Omega he’s mounting and also keep a watch for Geralt as he opens him up slowly with patient strokes of his thick fingers through the slowly loosening clench of his body.

Gaetan’s mouth falls open on a reedy little whine. His eyes look wet for a split second before he closes them against scrutiny and whispers: “...Alpha…”

Geralt’s mouth goes dry.

Jaskier’s incessant yammering suddenly cuts off. There’s quiet, only filled by the hesitant chirping of birds before the Omega suddenly changes his tune. His voice becomes throaty and a bit rough around the edges as he coos at the Alpha on his back.

Geralt watches as Jaskier half-turns, trying to press kisses against Gaetan’s cheek. Assuring him that he is fine. That he feels so goddamn big inside him. The line almost makes Geralt snort but he refrains from it. It’s worked on him more times than he likes to admit. Just something primal gripping him right by the cock.

Jaskier is sensitive; he can feel the loneliness and distress dripping off the Alpha in their midst. Geralt can see it too; it’s pretty plain at this point. A little embarrassing of a Witcher of Gaetan’s status, but… it has been a long day for the Alpha.

Geralt shuffles into places. Jaskier’s borrowed slick is like silk, aiding the slide into the other’s intensely hot body beautifully.

Gaetan grunts, stuck between the cooing Omega stroking his ego and trying to smooth ruffled feathers and the foreign feeling of having another Alpha mount him.

He’s growling but it sounds half-hearted; body clenching nervously as he tilts forward on his knees, away from the thick cock and unwittingly pushing deeper into Jaskier’s silky hot insides.

Jaskier gurgles. His arms seem to give out because Gaetan is tilting forward suddenly as well, his growl becoming high-pitched and puppy-like for just a split second. His hands shoot out, palms slamming onto the grassy ground to brace himself and push back up; right into Geralt’s warm, firm bulk.

Geralt hooks his chin once more across the other’s shoulder and growls; not in a threatening way; more just a low rumble that shudders through the other Alpha and keeps him unmoored. Whimpering.

Gaetan cuts it off, probably biting his tongue to do so, but his body betrays him even so. He carefully, almost shyly, tilts his hips up into Geralt’s breeding and Geralt rewards him with another few inches of cock, pushing into him and forcing him back into Jaskier.

They find a rhythm. Or more like Geralt finds it for them; fucking nice and slow and patient, pushing Gaetan into their little service Omega and listening to Jaskier going dumb and cock drunk in just a few delicious thrusts that have him drooling and trilling in a gurgling kind of way.

Like he is about to choke on his own damn tongue. Wouldn’t be the first time.

Gaetan is making precious little sounds. He’s wheezing mostly; just trying to keep somewhat upright and not completely bury Jaskier beneath his bulk. Jaskier tries to purr for him but that, too, gets choked out by everything else.

The both of them come before Geralt gets close. That is fine. He would not have subjected Gaetan to a knotting anyway; not when he is already aching and confused by everything else.

But he lets him have Jaskier; lets him growl and posture and bury himself so deep in his warmth that it might be just enough to make him forget the massacre for a moment or two. Maybe have him think of home.

Just like Geralt promised, they would escort him into the next settlement. But he hopes that by then Gaetan will have made up his mind to come with them indefinitely.

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Weekly roundup: 1st August - 31st August

(I know its technically a month, but like the last one, its just until I catch up lol)

I wrote 13 fics in August, totalling 88,453 words so im pretty proud of that.

As always, recs first and then my fics under the cuts <3

Ringbearers - CQueen - The Hobbit (2012) (Bilbo/Thorin, aftelrife shennigans!!!!)

Summary: Having crossed over to the afterlife together Frodo decides to play matchmaker and insists that he and his uncle must go on an adventure together. What do they seek? Why his uncle's long dead friends, particularly Thorin Oakenshield.

Washing Day - StupidFatPenguin - The Hobbit - All Media Types (Bilbo/Thorin, Viking au!)

Summary: “What do you mean you bathe more than once per season?”

After only a short while of travelling with his heathen captors, Bilbo discovers that the tales of the fearsome, filthy and savage Northmen from his childhood might be much closer to great inaccuracy than the actual truth.

Dwalin Guards Thorin's Heart - SunnyRose - The Hobbit - All Media Types (Bilbo/Thorin, Dwalin & Bilbo, as always, @sunnyrosewritesstuff's fics are amaing!)

Summary: After the Carrock, Thorin pulls Dwalin aside asking him to protect his One from harm. Dwalin had no idea how difficult a task this was going to be, but the Burglar is an accident magnet!

The Tweed Fairy - lisellelascelles - The Hobbit (Jackson Movies) (Bilbo/Thorin, I rarely read smut, but when i do, its usually @lisellelascelles as it i smut with feelings, the only kind I like, and I adore this one!)

Summary: After working in the States for more than a decade, Thorin goes back to England to help his recently widowed older sister, and reconnect with his extended family. It’s early summer, the UEFA championship is firing up, and everyone meets in the local pub to watch the historic England vs. Scotland match. There he sees a small fellow all dolled up with tweed trousers and braces and a ridiculous retro football T-shirt underneath. He mocks him, coming across as a massive twat and a bigot to boot, without knowing the man is his cousin’s boyfriend’s best friend. When he later has an opportunity to redeem himself, what can he do but grab it and squeeze it…?

Take me as I am - phiaura - The Witcher (TV) (Geralt/Jaksier, please mind the tags, but it is SO good!)

Summary: Thus, a deal was struck, a treaty agreed upon. Rivia would not take military action against any allied kingdom and in turn, the kingdoms would provide the king of Rivia with a consort. So far, that last bit was the part of the treaty that had gone to shit. As far as Jaskier had understood, up to now the White Wolf had turned down all the proffered brides. If a consort was not approved, the treaty would be null and void.

Where Jaskier is the last chance of fulfilling the requirements of a treaty between the warlord of Rivia, and the allied kingdoms. Will it prove to be his rescue or his doom?

Pieces Tossed Aside - Anagrrl - Firefly (Malcom/Simon, aplocalypse au,)

Summary: Paquin goes silent. Everything else follows. AU set after the TV series.

I hope theres at least on foc for you all to enjoy, have a good week <3

Now for my fics, bare with me, when we get back to actual weekly roundups these lists will be much smaller lol.

The gold of your eyes is worth more then all of my medals (Sirius/Remus, olympics Au)

Summary: After a disastorous drunk driving crash caused by Siirus he ran from Remus, the love of his life.

10 years later and Remus is watching as the only man he has ever loved gains his fourth Olympic gold medal, now if only he owuld smile at Remus the way he is at the camera.

The Babes of War (Gen fic, pleae mind the tags, it tooks of child soldiers, im still not over the fact that 16 year old Gloin was at war!!!, also thank you so much to @mrkida-art for all the Tolkein canon information they provided which helped me write this fic)

Summary: Thror has taken to many dwarves to fight at Azanulbizar. This includes a 16 year old Gloin and his cousins, none of whom are of age.

A story of child soldiers whose whole world changes after one disatorous battle caused by a gold mad king.

Not Dorcas the Orca, two of three Marauders and a jail cell (Sirius/Remus, James Potter. Another self indulgant fic for my Wolfstar fandom family, they know who they are <3)

Summary: Sirius and James once again find themselfs in a jail cell with Dorcas (who was once an orce in this very same cell) only this isn't really Dorcas, even though they look exactly like them, huh?

Gollum's song (Bilbo & Gollum, mind the tags, MCDs)

Summary: Bilbo's heart is broken as he tries to recover as much as possible at Beorn's after BOFTA. He needs all the strenght he can regain because he has a new Quest to go on.

One where he may save another lost to the darkness the Ring causes.

That house was not a home:I never meant to leave you there alone (Sirius/Remus, Sirius & Regulus, Minor character death, grief)

Summary: Sirius wakes up in morning, reads the Daily Prophet and his whole life was suddenly changed.

The world is cruel and dark and he needs his brother who is forever gone.

There's no way out: the door is barred by the demon in my lovers skin (Bilbo/Thorin, please mind the tags, MCD, DD:DE!)

Summary: Thorin has never recovered from the Dragon sickness and ow it is Bilbo who is suffering because of it.

He is trapped and alone under Thorin's thumb and fists.

Bilbo just wants his dwarf back, instead he has a monster wearing Thorin's face hurting him.

It Was Never What It Seemed (Bilbo/Thorin, please mind the tags, it has some upsetting themes, but this, THIS is a fic i sent moe than a year on. If i never wrote anythig again, it would be ok because I managed to write and finish this particular fic A huge thank you to @sunnyrosewritesstuff for all their help writing it and for the title itself, and to @brandileigh2003 for all the emotional support i needed when writing the heavier hitting chaps. Thank you both, i appreciate it so much <3)

Summary: It has been 8 years since Bilbo has lest stepped foot in Erebor. He needs to talk to his husband, especially as he is now about to marry another. Another who is not Bilbo.

Bilbo left and when he did he left Thorin broken hearted. Now he is to marry a Blacklock Princess, consequences be damned.

Follow along with our favourite dwarf and hobbit as they find their way back to one another, No matter how painful the journey is.

Violets for the one I adore (Percy/Viktor, written for @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt - Gifted violets)

Summary: Viktor has been a retired house husband and stay-at-home dad for 4 months now. Percy has never been happier.

There's a monster under my bed (Gen fic, Percy & Fred & George Weasley, written for the @change-is-perceivable fest)

Summary: There's a monster in Percy's room and no one will help him deal with it. Instead he is facing his bedroom door, wondering if anyone will care if the monster eats him.

It's hard being the good boy in such a large, chaotic family sometimes.

Don't try and drink your grief away (Gen fic, Percy & Geroge & Harry, grief, alcoholism, also written for the @change-is-perceivable fest)

Summary: Percy is blaming himself for Fred's death, after all he is the one who spoke to him, joked with him last.

He isn't coping well and has resorted to drinking.

Drunk Percy does something unthinkingly. Something he can't remember doing.

Destined Embrace: The Love That Healed the Noldor (Fingon/Maedhros (Tolkien), written for the @tolkienrsb, wih amaing art form the talented @wisteria53)

Summary: Fingon is going to rescue his best friend, his possibly something more, Maedhros, no matter what it takes.

Fingon is going to rescue his best friend, his possibly something more, Maedhros, no matter what it takes.

He is going to take him home to Gondolin and keep him safe. Maybe their friendship will grow along with their feelings of safety.

In the Darkness, You are My Shining Star (Gimli/Legolas, also written for @tolkienrsb, but this one has amazing art from @babybat98. I was paired with another amazing artist <3)

Summary: The Trope of Thorin Oakeshield are excavation miners in the depths of space working hard to feed and support their fledgling colony.

The neweest recruits have been allowed into space. Gimli Gloinson is one of those recruits. he is oging to learn how scary space can be, but also how very rewarding it can be too.

Back to where we belong (Ron/Hermione, as part of the Love of Fest Discord server, for the flash comp - Back to roots fest)

Summary: It's time to pick this years family holiday.

Ron knows where he wants to go. He wants to go back, he wants to go home.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion Word Count: 1904 Additional Tags: Biting, Marking, Blood, Dry Humping, Rough Sex Summary:

When Geralt allowed this, the first time, he hadn't known it would be like this. Lovebites, he'd scoffed at Jaskier's face, cradled sweetly in his own long-fingered hand, his eyes big and puppyish in their begging. Marks don't keep on me.

That's okay, Jaskier had said. As long as I can try. He'd smiled then, teeth white and straight and too blunt to be a harm, Geralt had thought foolishly. Turns out this puppy has a puppy's teeth, sharper than he would have thought for such a sweet face, and a tenacity to match.

[alaskanbby]

This is it for this fic! If you’re wondering ‘hey the didn’t post chapter 15!’ I did literally minutes before posting the final chapter here. In any case this fic is now complete. Thank you all for joining me on this fic journey, I hope you enjoy the last two chapters. And as always please please mind the tags.

Chapters: 16/16 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion   Summary:

Jaskier never thought he'd be a parent, let alone a single one. It's been harder than he anticipated, luckily he has Geralt to offer him support, if only he'd ask for it.

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More than a chill in the air

KikiDoesFanfic on ao3

Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV) Mutual Pining, Touch-Starved, Touch-Starved Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Touch-Starved Jaskier | Dandelion, Creature Jaskier | Dandelion, Siren Jaskier | Dandelion, Hurt Jaskier | Dandelion, Near Death Experiences, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotionally Constipated Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer has the braincell, Canon-Typical Violence, Oblivious Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Misunderstandings, Oblivious Jaskier | Dandelion, Hopeful Ending Rating: T No Archive Warnings Apply Words: 9,743 Chapters: 5/5 On Ao3

Summary: Jaskier has been different since the mountain, distant, and Geralt finds that he misses how things used to be. Things come to a head when a contract goes wrong, long kept secrets are revealed, and Geralt desperately tries to talk. Unfortunately talking has never been his strong suit.

[twisting-vine-x]

Fic: You Alone, Geralt/Jaskier, NC-17

Just finally finished up one of my Geraskier series on AO3.

Here if anyone would like to read. :)

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 89

Geralt might be a fool. He confides in Jaskier one night about how he doesn't know how to court someone, and the normal ways of "courting" don't seem like things he can do and/or the one he wants to court would enjoy. The issue is that Jaskier is the one he wants to court, and he's asking Jaskier. Jaskier tells a story of one time a man tried courting him. The man loved to bake, it was his passion, and he baked many treats and loaves for Jaskier. Cakes and tarts and cookies and bread in Jaskier's favorite flavors, sometimes even in the shapes of music notes or hearts. Including Jaskier in on it all meant so much to Jaskier, and he said if he were to ever truly be courted one day, he'd want something similar. Jaskier loved the man sharing his passions with Jaskier. Incorporating Jaskier into the man's day-to-day life and interests was heartwarming and it showed off how they were ready and willing to compromise to add the bard into their life. He hopes that if Geralt begins courting him, Geralt will just include him on things Geralt likes and is passionate about. Like horses or sketching monsters or something. A ride in he forest, or drawing monsters together would be quite lovely! Unfortunately, Geralt got hung up on the 'baking' part of the story and is just sure that the way to Jaskier's heart is to bake him treats. The only issue is that Geralt SUCKS at baking. His brownies are more likely to kill Jaskier than do anything else. Those cookies are burned into bricks, and he doesn't even know what that is on the counter.

[shy-urban-hobbit]

*Multiple alarm clocks go off*

Jaskier: You are hilarious.

*Goes downstairs*

Jaskier: Okay, see, last night when I said to you: "Tomorrow, no matter what, make sure I get up at seven," what I actually meant was: "tomorrow, no matter what, make sure I have the option of getting up seven, in case, when seven comes, I actually wanna get up." Which, as it happen, I didn't. Therefore, you're currently responsible for the great alarm clock slaughter of 2024.

Geralt: No survivors?

Jaskier: The one shaped like a bunny escaped with a mild decapitation.

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89th Batch Of Fics: 9th Fill

Geralt/Gaetan/Jaskier – Part 3/4 – a/b/o; alpha!Geralt; alpha!Gaetan; omega!Jaskier; hurt/comfort; magic healing dick – Jaskier and Geralt just casually breaking Gaetan's little world wide open.

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When Jaskier finally manages to peel Gaetan’s pants off all the way and ducks his head past his spit wet cock to instead nose beneath his heavy balls, Geralt can basically see the cogs starting to turn in the other Alpha’s head. He’s been downright sweet for them; just quietly growling out his groans, staying nice and placid and letting the Omega service him without trying to take control.

Geralt is not so naive as to think that the behavior doesn’t have in large part to do with the fact that Gaetan is injured. He keeps vigilant, ready to restrain the other if he were to suddenly get shocked out of his stupor by Jaskier’s warm tongue laving warm and needy against his hole.

He is not prepared for the softest little whine to slither out of the other witcher’s throat.

He bites the tip of his tongue to not make a sound. Hands moving slowly, he grasps Gaetan’s throat, fingers just the gentlest points of pressure petting along the skin and feeling the constant sub-vocal Alpha rumble slipping from him. He looks and sounds confused… but his body is all on board for Jaskier slipping his hands beneath Gaetan’s legs and pushing them up enough that he can lap at the other Alpha’s secret little hole.

Jaskier is trilling again. He sounds so damn satisfied with himself. So happy to feel the tension draining from the hurt Alpha’s body; downright addicted to making them feel good.

Gaetan whimpers again when Jaskier shifts; presumably fitting one of his long fingers into the Alpha. Geralt is fascinated. They have yet to find an Alpha that was so good for them; not posturing and struggling and denying the obvious pleasure he felt at getting his sweet little hole opened up by an Omega.

Jaskier pauses suddenly, his head lifting, mouth and chin glistening with spit. His eyes look animalistic but also calculating as he stares at Gaetan. It takes Geralt a second longer to notice his smell as well – and damn was Jaskier’s nose sensitive. There’s the soft tendrils of distress creeping off from the other Alpha. It’s just sour enough to make Geralt’s mouth flood with saliva.

He swallows thickly, his hips angling up, pressing the warm bulge of his erection against Gaetan’s naked ass.

Jaskier tilts his head. His bicep flexes and Gaetan throws his head back against Geralt’s collar bones as the Omega slowly pumps his fingers through the clench of his desperate body.

Jaskier flicks his eyes up to Geralt. They stare at each other for but a moment before Geralt understands what the Omega wants. He gives him a little nod – and begins to move.

Gaetan struggles briefly, then hisses in pain from the wounds. Jaskier no-doubt will tend to them in a bit; but first they need to satisfy that animal need inside them.

“What is… what are you-” Gaetan fights them just as long as it takes him to realize that Jaskier has presented for him, his pristine powder blue pants down around his knees and no longer as pristine; ass up in the air with slick visibly glistening between the furry cheeks. He’s got one shoulder on the ground and twists just enough to peer at the Alphas behind him.

His trill this time is not airy and light but low and throaty and amorous; urging the Alphas to come closer and take him. Knot him. Breed him.

Gaetan does not ask for permission but he gets it anyway by way of Geralt simply letting go of him and watching the injured Alpha awkwardly crawl closer. He’s pushing through the pain that his body must be in, not showing much more than a mild wince whenever the ripped muscles on that side have to work through their ache.

Despite it all, he does not want the pretty Omega to see him off-kilter. Geralt smirks privately, hands working on the bindings of his own pants. He keeps a careful eye on the both of them. While his earlier assessment of Gaetan not appearing to be aggressive still stands, he is not willing to risk Jaskier when he is this obedient and in such a vulnerable position.

Just like Jaskier before him, Gaetan’s first move is not to mount up and fuck but to bury his face between the Omega’s hairy cheeks and find his slippery hole nose first. Interesting.

Geralt cocks his head slightly, fingers light on his erection as he circles it and thumbs the tip; gathering slick and slowly spreading it across the warm, silky skin of his shaft.

Jaskier seems surprised – as well he might be. In all the encounters Geralt had carefully watched him have with Alphas, none of them had used their tongues on him; not for more than a perfunctory swipe to check his general readiness and coat the insides of their mouths with the fragrant, thick slick he generously produces.

Gaetan growls softly, hands fluttering about Jaskier’s hairy thighs, then carefully grasping on to them as he pushes in even deeper. The sound of his tongue and lips against the Omega’s warm little pussy are delightfully wet. Messy smacks of kisses and sucks and self-indulgent licks that quickly have Jaskier singing for them in a whole different way than he usually likes to do.

Geralt’s quiet little smirk becomes wider as he shuffles closer to the both of them. He hesitates for a moment, gaze traveling along Gaetan’s bend-over form, eyes taking in his grip that he has on Jaskier. He seems completely spellbound by how open the pretty Omega is. How eagerly he angles himself back and trills and simpers at him as if they’d been mates for years.

Deciding to take the risk, Geralt leans down and wraps his arms around Gaetan’s hips, cock slotting in against his warm little behind.

Time stills as the other Alpha lifts his head, Jaskier dripping from his chin in slow, stretching strands of glistening slick. He turns his head just enough to watch Geralt from the corner of his eye, his feline pupils pulled together into thin, aggressive slices. He is instantly wary, though Jaskier crooning at him and cutely ducking his chest down against the ground like a playing kitten somewhat distracts him from whatever immediate violent outburst might be lurking underneath his skin.

“What are you playing at, master Witcher?” Gaetan asks softly, his voice barely audible above the low growl rumbling in his chest.

Geralt does not immediately reply; not with words, at least. He hums low and gives his hips a slow roll, dragging his cock between the other Alpha’s cheeks, letting the yet soft folds of his knot brush against his sweet little hole.

Gaetan stiffens further in his grip but he has yet to lash out at him, which is a good sign, Geralt decides as he gently curls himself about the smaller Alpha’s back and hooks his chin across his shoulder so to whisper into his ear: “Jaskier is enamored with you. I think he would like to tend to your… wounds… for a while longer yet. And I do not mind having you around us. At least until the next settlement. And maybe…”

Maybe longer. He does not say it but the meaning is clear.

He waits for Gaetan’s decision as Jaskier is growing more restless by the second; trying for pathetic and horny in a ditch effort to get the Alphas’ attention on him.

Gaetan is quiet, gaze shifty; but he has yet to buck Geralt off which is a good sign.

He waits patiently.

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Weekly Roundup 1st July - 31st July

As we can tell, im way behind, so it will be a monthly round up until I catch up, and then back to weekly. Especally as I plan to do a mish mosh version of Nano, hoping to write 50,000 words, but finishing as many of my current wips as I can (theres a few)

So, July, I uploaded 8 fics with 19,043 words between them. As aways, recs first and then my fics under the cut <3

The Last to Know - kathkin - The Hobbit (Jackson Movies) (Bilbo/Thorin, its full of fun homour)

Summary: “I think you ought to know,” said Gandalf, “you have eight or nine dwarves courting you.” / "Now, I think I would have noticed!" In which dwarves have a very particular way of courting, Ori thinks Bilbo has a nice bottom, Thorin is an awkward puppy, and Bilbo learns that sometimes actions speak louder than words.

custodial - PenAndInkPrincess - Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types (Geralt/Jaskier)

Summary: Ciri finds Jaskier first and Geralt only comes along later

Jaskier is not handling co-parenting well

A Future Together - Slayer_of_Destiny - Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types (Geralt/Jaskier)

Summary: When Jaskier ends up at Kaer Morhen for the winter, something unexpected happens when he goes into heat, something that only happens when an Omega is around an Alpha they trust, and somewhere they feel safe. The future after this heat is going to change both Jaskier and Geralt's lives forever.

For Better or For Worse - loflight501 - The Witcher (TV) (Geralt/Jaskier)

Summary: King Geralt wants to end the war with Redania, but the only way to do it is to marry the omega son of his hated foe. Prince Jaskier is thrilled to be free of his abusive father, but isn't optimistic about marrying a king with a brutal reputation.

Chiaroscuro - krabapple - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling (Sirius/Remus)

Summary: Remus Lupin returns to Hogwarts as the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor after the Battle of Hogwarts, and finds a year where he and his students struggle with the leftover contrast between light and darkness.

I hope everyone has a wonderful month and my fics are under the cut as promised <3

I have 8 fics for this month uploaded, I hope you all like at least one.

I love you as you are (Sirius/Remus, written for a prompt for the @marauderswithpalestineproject)

Summary: During the war Bella cursed Sirius, now he is a dog hybird. A dog hybrid who hides it from everyone but Remus and Harry in their home.

Now he is stranded in London with no way to get home.

Don't look into my soul if you just want to steal it (Sirius/Remus, Sirius & Regulus)

Summary: Walburga Black wants a perfect heir. Instead she had one ugly child and one willful one.

She will do what she must to make sure neither boy ruins the Black Legacy. No matter the cost to those involved.

Mahal hear my plea. I'm ready for you to take me home with thee! (Gen fic, Dis & Dwalin)

Summary: Dis has survived the Ring War. Her and Dwalin both.

Both are ready to go to the Hall's of Mahal. Both are old and the only one the other has left.

Dis wants to go home to her family. Will Mahal hear her plea?

Fear is a Sickness:Witchers are the cure (Geralt/Jaksier, wirtten for @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt - Fear is a sickness)

Summary: Cirliia is safe, Voleth Meir is gone and yet the surviving Witchers still have to send their fallen brothers off.

So much grief, so much pain, but at least these witchers have a bard to sing them farwell.

Flight of Destiny (Female Sirius/Remus, a fic written for my beloved @brandileigh2003 <3)

Summary: Sirius is finally free of her abusive husband. As a widower she has gone on her first muggle holiday. On the way home she meets the love of her life.

Mahal, Why Have you Forsaken Me? (Gen fic, Dis & her giref)

Summary: Dis is packing up the things of her children's that she will take to Erebor with her. Things they will never need again. Things that are all she has left of them.

Maybe one more, baby? (Sirius/Remus, written for @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt - mybe one more)

Summary: Sirius and Remus are watching their son, Teddy Lupin-Black, as he graduates Hogwarts, their family surrounding them as they do so.

I burn with a smile on my face, for you are safe (Jaskier & Cirilla, unrequented Jaskier/Geralt, written for @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt run fast and far)

Summary: Jaskier found Cirilla first and he will protect her, no matter the cost

[crushcandles]

rec: the beast of oakhurst pass by yolkipalki (TWN, mature, Geralt/Jaskier, 183.8k)

Cinematic is a slippery, broad descriptor for a fic, but this fic was so evocative of a team heist film for me. This is casefic concerning a compelling, gruesome mystery combined with awesome ensemble dynamics and a brisk, cutting pace. This is a modern fic, modern set, but reading it gave me a glimpse the same spark and immersive thrill that I felt when I was a kid reading long, intricate casefic, which made it a wonderful companion for all the weeks I spent reading it.

Geralt is on the hunt for a monster that has claimed the lives of nearly fifty Redanians in the past two years, but he's always one step behind. That is, until he finds a young man that was attacked by the creature - the first human to come face to face with the beast and live. If he can save the kid and find out what he knows then maybe he can put an end to this thing before any one else dies. It's never quite that simple though, is it?

[alaskanbby]

Long time no fic! I was gripped by a scene and couldn't let it live in my brain and so a fic was written around it. This is a Trans!Jaskier fic, and a coming out fic. So mind the tags if you don't like certain things, it has a very happy ending I promise, but also read the author's note! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy this labor of love :)

Relationship(s): Geralt/Jaskier Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Chapters: 2/2

Summary:

“And?” Jaskier’s head snapped up, his eyes wide, “What the hell do you mean ‘and?’” “Do you think me so shallow as to have that change how I would feel about you?” “People fall out of love over less,” He muttered. “Then they aren’t really in love.”

[kikidoesfanfic]

Spectre in the dark

KikiDoesFanfic on ao3

Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV) Canon-Typical Violence, Horror, Panic Attacks, Protective Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Witcher Contract Gone Wrong (The Witcher) Rating: T No Archive Warnings Apply Words: 801 Chapters: 1/1 On Ao3

Summary:

Jaskier is hopelessly lost, forest barely lit by the moon, hindered by clouds lazily drifting in it's path. He walks onward, eyes straining in the dark.

Geralt had told him to run, planted himself between Jaskier and the macabre figures that could have once been men. Jaskier hadn't, of course he hadn't, until one had broken off from the hoarde to make a meal of him, and he hastily scurried off deeper into the woods.

Now he can do nothing but hope Geralt catches up to him before the creature does.

Fic below the cut

Jaskier's breath hangs in the air like spectral clouds while he pants, dissipating into the frigid night air as he desperately tries to regulate his breathing.

He's hopelessly lost, forest barely lit by the moon, hindered by clouds lazily drifting in it's path. He walks onward, eyes straining in the dark.

Geralt had told him to run, planted himself between Jaskier and the macabre figures that could have once been men. Jaskier hadn't, of course he hadn't, until one had broken off from the hoarde to make a meal of him, and he hastily scurried off deeper into the woods.

He shivers, unsure if it's from the ever dropping temperature or the memory of the gasped breaths of the creature dogging his heels so little time ago, gaunt eyeless thing still unerringly chasing him down until he'd somehow managed to lose it over a ridge.

Jaskier scans the forest surrounding him, darkness cloying as it closes in, and hopes Geralt will be able to find him. 'If Geralt's even okay,' an insidious whisper in his mind, Jaskier could be alone out here now, Geralt overwhelmed and struck down by the hoarde bleeding out himself and Jaskier had run, left him-

No, Geralt is fine, he chastises. He has to be.

He stumbles, boot glancing the edge of a tree root thicker than his own thigh, catching himself against it's trunk with a stuttering exhale, he looks up into the tree. Perhaps he should hunker down up there for the night and in daylight he could...

His thoughts trail to a halt, head swiveling not at a particular sound, but the complete lack of it, a weighted stillness prickling along his nerves and raising the hair on his neck.

The forest has been mostly silent at night, cold as it is, but never this oppressively so. This unnervingly so.

He hears it before he's able to make out any foreign shapes in the inky black surrounding him, the rasping breaths he's sure will haunt his nightmares should he find his way out of this.

Jaskier freezes, pressing back against the tree as he slowly edges his way around it, placing his feet gingerly atop roots to stay silent as possible.

It's close now, close enough that Jaskier can hear it scenting the air on the opposite side of the tree between airy rattling breaths. He ducks, groping blindly in the darkness until he finds a rock, a paltry defence against such a creature but at least it's something, and clutches it to his chest, waiting for the inevitable moment the creature is upon him.

It moves past the tree, claws scraping against bark as it pulls itself along. Jaskier's breath is trapped in his lungs as he lifts the rock in shaking hands, ready to strike, but frowns when creature passes a tilt to it's head as it sniffs the air once more.

On an impulse that is either brilliant or idiotic he swiftly tosses the rock with all of his strength, off into the distant undergrowth with a tumbling crash.

The creature darts after the noise, letting out a wheezing shriek that's piercing in Jaskier's ears, wincing at the sound he carefully picks his way around the tree again, readying himself to sprint or climb or something, anything, as the creature begins it's search again.

And then he hears it, a call of his name, salvation in the form of a no doubt gore soaked Witcher rushing through the trees.

Jaskier's knees weaken in relief watching the shape of the creature race toward the sound, the way it pries itself around obstacles with clawed hands almost fascinating now that the danger has passed.

His heart thunders inside his ribcage, Geralt easily running the creature through, but he doesn't call out, words strangled deep in his chest after the necessity of holding every sound at at bay. He slides down the tree to sit amongst it's roots, adrenaline finally leaving him.

Geralt finds him anyway, of course, kneeling down over Jaskier and checking him over for any obvious injuries.

His hand settles on Jaskier's neck when he's done, satisfied he's alright, but not pushing him to move just yet, and that's, it's kind.

He let's himself focus on the way Geralt's thumb is sweeping minutely back and forth behind his ear, hand a balm of warmth, let's it calm him until he's able to pull himself together.

"Back to town?" He whispers, Geralt's eyes staring into his own a moment longer before nodding and helping haul him to his feet.

If Geralt is bothered by the way Jaskier's practically stepping on his heels for the long walk back to town, he never shows it, just keeps a hand on Jaskier's arm as he leads the way guiding him safely through the dark.

On Ao3

[radsmghee]

New Witcher fic up for the new year!

[bluewildlilies]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Priscilla (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Past Abuse, Jaskier | Dandelion Has a Past, Getting Together, set in Midwest pre season 2, Musician Jaskier | Dandelion, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, POV Change in Chapter 2, Poems Summary:

In Chicago, Jaskier invokes the ghost of old poetry and falls in love, all over again, with everything in the world that shines bright silver and pokes at the space in his ribcage where love hurts the most.

more midwest witcher by urs truly bc im obsessed

[shy-urban-hobbit]

Jaskier: I know he's going to want to train again, I just don't know how to get out of it. I mean, I live with him.

Eskel: Why don't you just be straight with him? Tell him the truth.

Lambert: Yeah.

Jaskier: You're right, you're right. I should just tell him the truth.

Geralt: Hey.

Jaskier: Geralt, Lambert tripped me, I don't think I can ever train again, ever!

Getalt: Why? Why would you do that?

Lambert: I don't know...Jaskier I'm-I'm sorry that I hurt your ankles.

Jaskier: Ankle.

Lambert: We'll see.