#I promise yenralt is coming

[thedragonqueens]

*Geralt saves Jaskier life*

Geralt: Just because I saved you doesn't mean I care about you

Jaskier: but you saved me!!

Geralt: and I'm starting regret this decision

[volkarine]

love me forever, a yenralt fanmix 23 songs, 1hr 53mins listen on spotify here tracklist and lyrics under the cut

YENRALT APPRECIATION, VOL 2. -> prompt: forever + two colors

poison, alice cooper

I wanna love you but I better not touch (don't touch) I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop I wanna kiss you but I want it too much (too much) I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison

be my druidess, type o negative

Around the pyre, a circle of thirteen Throughout these woods, ecstatic screams I look deeply into your eyes I smell your hair, caress your thighs Now we'll make love by fire light A blaze so high it lights the night

love is a fire, subvision

Baby, listen, I'm sellin' my soul to the devil in you So give me, give me the strength and I'll push it through Love is a fire, and it's ragin' out of control Love is a fire And it's burnin' up my soul

love walked in, thunder

So tired of waiting, I walked an empty land I was looking for something to help me understand But bad luck kept turning my dreams into sand I didn't want pity, I had my share of friends I wanted somebody more special than the rest I was aching inside like I was approaching the end Just about that moment the timing was so right You appeared like a vision sent down to my life I thought I was dreaming when I saw you that night

spell i'm under, winger

Woman, never before Without a word I hear so much Woman, under the spell Every sin holy in your touch It's all I feel, it's all I see And all I know it must be you You're the spell I'm under

prisoner of your eyes, judas priest

When I saw your face I became a prisoner of your eyes And I would do just anything To stay and be with you

love me forever, motörhead

Love me forever, or not at all End of our tether, backs to the wall You give me your hand, don't you ever ask why Promise me nothing, live 'til we die

hold on to my heart, W.A.S.P.

Take away the pain, inside my soul And I'm afraid, so all alone Take away the pain, that's burning in my soul Cause I'm afraid that I'll be all alone So just hold me, hold me, hold me

love you to death, type o negative

In her place one hundred candles burning As salty sweat drips from her breast Her hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying They say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya, get ya, get

dance macabre, ghost

How could it end like this? There's a sting in the way you kiss me Something within your eyes Said it could be the last time 'Fore it's over

sleeping (in the fire), W.A.S.P.

Touch, touch in the flame's desire Feeling the pain's denial And your finger's in the fire Look, look in the candlelight See in the flame of life And my spell is our lie

darling, mcc

Been on my way so many times I walked away so many times From you But in the end you held the key And as it seems the fate of me In you It's ashes and dust Where are you now? I need you now You're lost somehow Where are you now?

jasmine and rose, clan of xymox

The air tastes just like you, it's the smell of June A sensory shock that jolts my spirit, I slowly swallow you A spray of little droplets, a fragrance so refined The spirit of nostalgia is passing me by

darkness at the heart of my love, ghost

There's a darkness at the heart of my love That runs cold, runs deep The darkness at the heart of my love So bold, so sweet

one more fucking time, motörhead

Both your eyes wide open You see the shape I'm in It wasn't of my choosing It's only bones and skin And I will plead no contest If loving you's a crime So go on and find me guilty Just one more fucking time

hell is living without you, alice cooper

Try to walk away When I see the time I've wasted Starving at a feast And all this wine I've never tasted On my lips your memory has been stained Is it all in vain? Tell me who's to blame, yeah

mama i'm coming home, ozzy osbourne

You took me in and you drove me out Yeah, you had me hypnotized, yeah Lost and found and turned around By the fire in your eyes You made me cry, you told me lies But I can't stand to say goodbye Mama, I'm coming home I could be right, I could be wrong It hurts so bad, it's been so long Mama, I'm coming home

only my heart talkin', alice cooper

Anybody's dream can fall apart Anybody's mask can break Couldn't tell you how I wanted you Enough to make you want to stay I never said the words out loud I guess I couldn't get' em straight Baby, give me one more chance Before you walk away

this heart of mine (i pledge), pain of salvation

I lie awake watching your shoulders Move so softly as you breathe With every breath you're growing older But that is fine if you're with me I pledge to wake you with a smile I pledge to hold you when you cry I pledge to love you 'till I die 'Till I die

i don't want to live without you, sleeze beez

I find myself in a strange situation And I don't know how What seemed to be an infatuation Is so different now I can't get by if we're not together Ooh can't you see Girl, I want you now and forever Close to me I'm longing for the time I'm longing for the day Hoping that you will promise to be mine And never go away

save your love, great white

I wake in the night To find you on my mind Deep in a dream, You'll always be Until the end of time I look in your eyes They touch my soul My love is hard to hide I'm never alone when we're apart. I feel you by my side

angel, judas priest

Angel, put sad wings around me now Protect me from this world of sin so that we can rise again Oh, Angel, we can find our way somehow Escaping from the world we're in to a place where we began And I know we'll find a better place and peace of mind Just tell me that it's all you want, for you and me Angel, won't you set me free?

life eternal, ghost

Can you hear me say your name forever? Can you see me longing for you forever? Would you let me touch your soul forever? Can you feel me longing for you forever, forever?

[dancingwiththefae]

the hermit of rivia 👀👀 (note: autocorrect tried to make that say “kermit of rivia”)

omg haha

Another one that's been sitting in my wip folder forever. This is a witcher retelling of a local tale. A tragic tale of course. Very angsty, a sad ending and does contain major character death. So I'll not go into too much detail about it. It does have some very soft yenralt moments before it goes south though.

“Geralt,” she drawled, accepting the kiss with a roll of her eyes, “you brought me all the way out here for…” her eyes roved over the scene and her face brightened “…a picnic? How very romantic.” “Well you know me,” he joked as he helped her sit down on the blanket, “all about romance.” The chaperone sat a few paces away, leaning back against a tree, far away enough for them to pretend he wasn’t there, but close enough to keep an eye on them. Geralt poured two glasses of Est Est. He handed one over to Yennefer, who took it graciously and brought it to her mouth. “So,” she said after a while, “what’s the occasion?” Geralt arched his brow playfully. “Oh, come on,” she continued, “you didn’t plan this for nothing. And you know I hate having to guess.” “My leave was granted. You have me all summer.” Yennefer’s brow raised in surprise. “Lucky me,” she smirked. “And,” he went on, “you know I loved you since the day we met in Rinde-“ “-and what fun we had in Rinde.” “-and so I… wanted to make this official. If you’ll have me.” “Geralt,” she said in mock surprise, only to hide her real surprise, “are you asking to court me?” He leaned in close and tucked her hair behind her ear. His hand lingered on her cheek. “I love you, Yen.”

Couldn't choose which to share so have both:

“They’re waiting for you.” He cupped her face with both hands and kissed her hard. She melted into his embrace, gripping his collar tight with the knowledge that when she lets go it may be for the last time. It was over before either of them wanted it to be. He stroked her cheek with his thumb and looked into those violet eyes, swimming with emotions she could not say. “When I’m back, I’m going to marry you,” he promised. “I’ll hold you to that,” she said with a weak smile. Their eyes lingered, neither one of them able to bring themselves to break away. “Look after Jaskier while I’m gone,” he said after a while, tilting his head in the bard’s direction. “Shouldn’t that be the other way round?” Jaskier piped up. “No,” the two of them said in unison. They laughed, clinging on to the last vestiges of humour they could find.

[kuwdora]

Witcher Vids Masterpost

A handy list of all the Witcher fanvids I've made. Maybe I'll add various WIP vid snippets here if I ever share any. Post formatting subject to change cause I struggle to make these things readable on tumblr.

The Witcher Netflix

Gasoline (Yennefer of Vengerberg - season 1 ) | 3:20 | music by Halsey | My heart is gold and my hands are cold. (reblog) [Gasoline Vid Commentary]

Control (Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon) 2:14 | music by Halsey | I'm meaner than my demons, I'm bigger than these bones. (reblog)

Skipping Stones (Fringilla Vigo/Yen, Fringilla/Francesca, Fringilla/Power) | 3:52 | music by Claire Guerreso | I'm a skipping stone, an echo on the water. (reblog)

What (Yennefer of Vengerberg - season 2) | 2:21 | music by Eve | Ain't nothing left but me standing and you ain't wit me. (reblog)

Come Back For You (Istredd, Istredd/Yen, Istredd/Geralt, Istredd/History) | 2:52 | music by Elephante | Didn't I, didn't I say I would be the one to make you feel this way. (reblog)

Broodylicious (Geralt/everyone) | 2:38 | melancholy cover of 'Bootylicious' by Edith Whiskers | My body's too broodylicious for you baby. (reblog)

Social Cues (Geralt of Rivia - season 1) | 3:13 | music by Cage the Elephant | I don't know if it's right to live this way.

ME! (Yen/Jaskier, Yen/Geralt, Jaskier/Geralt) | 2:45 | Taylor Swift and Brendan Urie | I promise you nobody's gonna love you like me. (reblog)

Wild Green Yonder (Geralt/Yen/Jaskier, Shrek/Fiona/Donkey) | 4:15 | music by The Amazing Devil. | Shrek/Witcher/Hexer crossover. (reblog)

Mr. Brightside (Jaskier/Geralt, Jaskier/Yen) | 2:02 | music by The B59's | It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? (reblog)

In Our Wake (Vilgefortz/Geralt) | 3:16 | music by Atreyu | We break like the ocean, we rise like the tide. (reblog)

Dead Of Night (Yennefer/Thanedd/Yenralt) | 4:16 | music by Ruelle | In the dead of night, better hold on tight (reblog)

Dead of Night - Naked Vid Draft: Process Video: the first 30 seconds | First Draft Sneak Peek | Timeline Progress

You're Gonna Go Far (Aplegatt) | | cover by Melodika Bros | He never had a chance, and no one even knew it was really only you. (reblog)

Losing My Religion (season 3/Ensemble + Ciri) | cover by Bellsaint | That's me in the corner, that's me in the spotlight... losing my religion (reblog)

Losing My Religion - Naked Vid Draft: vid outline, rough draft, revision notes

The Witcher Video Games

Trouble's Coming (The Witcher 2: Assassins of Kings) (Geralt + ensemble) | 3:48 | music by Royal Blood | Trouble's coming but I still don't know when. (reblog)

Brother (Wolf School Witchers) (The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt) | 2:53 | music by Lord Huron. | We face the fire together, brothers 'til the end. (reblog)

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Complete Kuwdora Vid List

YouTube Channel (mostly complete archive)

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last updated: January 2025

[bambirex]

Maybe Loving Is Sharing: Chapter 10

Pairings: Geraskefer, Geraskier, Yenralt, Yennskier

Characters: Jaskier, Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Triss Merigold, Vesemir, Eskel, Lambert, Coen

Additional tags: genderbending, alternate universe - modern setting, polyamory, matchmaking, pining, unrequited love, or is it?, mutual pining, friends to lovers, awkwardness, fem!Geralt, fem!Jaskier, bunch of helpless sapphics, everyone is confused, crushes, disability, emotionally constipated Yennefer of Vengerberg, oblivious Geralt of Rivia, oblivious Yennefer of Vengerberg, oblivious Jaskier, everyone is fucking oblivious, insecurity, misunderstandings, lack of communication, light angst

Rating: mature

Full word count: 16, 976 words

Chapter word count: 1,679 words

Chapters: 10/16

Summary: The plan is simple: help your best friend get together with the girl of her dreams. What could go wrong?

Well, when everyone is confused and pining but also very oblivious, pretty much everything.

Chapter summary: Difficult conversations are had.

Author's notes: This fic is going to be finished one day, I promise.

Read on Ao3

*

It was a surprise Yennefer even agreed to see them again.

Geraldine has completely given up on it- on Yennefer, on Jaskier, everything. After the disaster that happened in Jaskier's flat, Geraldine was convinced this was it. What she was so scared of, actually happened. She did lose her best friend as well as the love of her life. Maybe communication wasn't always the key, or she just truly sucked at it.

After days of wallowing in self-pity and constant doubts, she got a text from Jaskier asking her to come see her, and she apparently invited Yennefer as well. Just reading the text made Geraldine's heart jump with nerves. She had no idea what to expect, but somehow she was sure not a great day was ahead of her.

Jaskier and Yennefer were already waiting for her in the small café. Geraldine swallowed when she spotted them sitting together at a table. They both looked gloomy, sitting way too far from each other. It appeared as if they haven't even spoken a word to each other since they got there.

With Yennefer being so distant, and Jaskier freaking out after their kiss, Geraldine didn't blame them. But that didn't mean her heart didn't ache all the same.

She approached them slowly. Jaskier looked up at her, with an unreadable expression on her face. Yennefer stared down on her hands, picking at her black nail polish.

"Hey," Geraldine's voice came out weak as she greeted them. She pulled out a chair and sat down in front of them. She wiped her clammy palms on her jeans, fidgeting in her seat with discomfort.

The silence seemed to stretch on for hours. Geraldine barely dared to look at the other two.

"So," Jaskier eventually started, "I figured we should all put an end to this mess."

Geraldine looked up. Jaskier looked uncharacteristically sad, her usual bright smile nowhere to be seen. Geraldine hated seeing that look on her face

"End to it...?" Geraldine asked carefully. Jaskier nodded, biting her lower lip.

"Yeah. I mean, that's the smartest decision, isn't it?"

"It is," Yennefer replied. She was still looking at her hand, her eyes distant, tired. "You guys deserve so much better than this."

She finally looked up, something like guilt seeping into her eyes.

"I'm sorry, to both of you. I know you guys wanted something different, something more. That's not what I wanted."

Geraldine tried to ignore the ache in her chest that amplified with each passing second.

"What did you want, then?" She asked, already dreading the answer. Yennefer sent her a glance full of guilt.

"Sex. Nothing else."

Geraldine closed her eyes for a second. Maybe if she opened them again, she would find out this was all just a dream- but clearly, this was more like a nightmare. Honestly, what did she expect? She was right when she said relationships weren't for her. The first time she seriously considered entering one, it all backfired, blew up in her face. She truly fell for Yennefer and she truly loved Jaskier as more than a friend, and what did it get her? A confession that broke her heart.

"Nothing else?" Jaskier checked quietly. She stirred her Frappuccino, her eyes sadder than Geraldine has ever seen them. "Not even for a second?"

Yennefer was silent for a while. Her own coffee remained untouched, going cold as she sat above it with a gloomy expression, guilt and sorrow radiating off her.

"No," she eventually said. Every word she said was like a dagger straight into Geraldine's heart.

"I did find both of you endearing, that's true. But I'm not built for relationships, and I know you want something more, Geraldine. And I wish... I really, really wish I could give you that. Because you deserve it. That safe, steady relationship that you need. But I can't give you that. I can't... I can't give either of you that."

She looked at Jaskier fleetingly. "I never really knew what to make of you, but I did know that I was very attracted to you, and I didn't have very innocent intentions with you, either. Two things were clear to me right away: you played matchmaker for Geraldine, trying to get her and me together, but you're also in love with her."

Jaskier made a small sound at the back of her throat. She pointedly avoided Geraldine's eyes when she tried to look at her.

"And Geraldine is in love with you, too. I don't even understand why you guys don't get together. Why chase after me, when the best thing is right in front of you? You're just wasting your time with me. You're both such amazing people. Seriously. And that's why I'm telling you this, because I don't wanna keep playing with either of you."

She swallowed heavily. Her lips wobbled, but she pulled herself together with a sharp intake of breath.

"That's my explanation. I was not looking for anything serious, and I never will be. I'm sorry."

"Yen..." Geraldine whispered. Her throat was tight around her name, and she wasn't even sure what she wanted to say. She was bad at reading social cues, that was for sure, but she truly believed that maybe something could've come out of her and Yennefer. That Yennefer felt the same - but apparently, she was wrong. And she dragged Jaskier into this for no reason, she forced her into this stupid game for a woman that wouldn't even consider her feelings. It was all pointless, much ado for nothing.

"My turn, then," the pain was evident in Jaskier's voice. Geraldine desperately wanted to hold her hand, but after their disastrous kiss, it was clear it was better not to do that.

"Yennefer, you're right. I played matchmaker. Geraldine asked me to, because she immediately developed a massive crush on you. And I helped her, of course, I did. Because she's my friend, and because..."

She took a shaky breath. Geraldine noticed that she was blinking rapidly to try and keep the tears at bay.

"I'm in love with her. Of course I am. But I was ready to let it go for good. I didn't wanna come between you two. I didn't wanna be a burden."

"You're not," Geraldine said quickly. Unable to resist the urge anymore, she grabbed Jaskier's hand. Her heart leapt up to her throat. "But when I kissed you, you..."

"Geraldine, don't," Jaskier warned her softly. Geraldine felt her heart shatter when Jaskier yanked her hand out of her grasp. "I know why that kiss happened. You wanted to get over Yennefer rejecting you... rejecting us. Because, for fuck's sake, I like you, too, Yennefer. And that's the worst part, that I'm trying to shove myself into an equation that doesn't need me."

"There's no equation," Yennefer told her. "I just told you, I'm retreating. I don't want a relationship. I can't... You should go for each other."

"Well, no, because I feel like Geraldine would only pick the donkey because the horse ran away," Jaskier scoffed. "I don't want to be a last resort. I kept pining for you all my life, Geraldine, but I'm done now. I'm still your friend, but please, keep me out of your love life. I can't handle this."

Geraldine was sure she was going to pass out. First Yennefer telling her she never had genuine feelings for her, and now Jaskier confessing that she did - but somehow, she was scared of those feelings.

"I love you both," Geraldine whispered. She sighed heavily. Instead of the weight from her shoulders disappearing with relief after she said these words out, she just felt wrong. It felt almost pointless to tell them now.

"But I know it doesn't make sense. I can't have both of you. I never could, and now this is clearer more than ever. One of you never loved me for a second, the other did but wouldn't believe I could ever feel the same way. And you're right, this is a mess, and maybe stopping this is the right choice, after all."

She looked up at them. They all looked just as miserable as she felt. Jaskier's eyes were wet with tears. Yennefer's cheeks went pale.

Geraldine wasn't even sure what she was supposed to feel when Yennefer finally stood from the table and left. She limped a little, and leant more heavily on her cane. Geraldine offered her an arm but Yennefer refused, making her exit still as quick as possible. All Geraldine knew in that moment was that she felt empty, hollow. Like someone just ripped out a piece of her.

She carefully searched for Jaskier's eyes. Those beautiful, blue eyes that were full of sadness as they peered up at her from under long lashes.

"Are we still friends, then?" Geraldine asked quietly. Jaskier sniffled softly before she nodded.

"We are."

That, at least, was still in one piece, if everything else fell apart. But even that felt bittersweet, because Geraldine knew that these revelations, and everything that led up to them would affect her friendship with Jaskier heavily. Things would never be the same again. They both knew how the other felt now, but instead of being happy about it and falling into each other's arms, it just made things even more complicated.

And there was Yennefer, the missing piece that clearly meant a lot to both of them, but who did not feel the same way. Geraldine wished she could be mad at her, but she found herself unable to be.

She just felt extremely disappointed and wished she could turn back time to the day she met Yennefer, and that she could somehow erase that moment. Or, maybe even further back, the day she met Jaskier. Because if she didn't meet these wonderful women, she wouldn't have fallen in love with them and wouldn't have ruined everything, wouldn't have broken her own heart.

Geraldine wanted both of them, and in the end she got none of them - wasn't this just beautifully ironic?

[limerental]

ficletvember 2021 - day 20

yenralt with background geraskefer, geralt goes to yen for help with a deaged child jaskier

The Witcher appears on her doorstep with a babe in his arms.

"Er," says Geralt, looking more constipated than usual. "There was an accident."

The babe is a freckled and blue-eyed, doll-faced thing, perhaps not quite a babe and more a child but Yennefer is a horribly poor judge of children's ages. He wears one of the Witcher's black shirts belted tight to make some feeble attempt at taming its billow over his tiny bidy.

He also smells like piss.

"More than one accident, it seems," says Yennefer as she steps back to invite the Witcher to come inside her rooms. She can only assume the boy's parents are no longer in the picture, no doubt a victim of one of Geralt's monsters. How typical that the Witcher would immediately make said orphan her problem rather than dropping him off at the nearest temple. "Did you rescue him? Does this look like an orphanage to you, Geralt?"

Geralt's constipated look only intensifies as he follows her to a back bedroom which connects to the luxurious bath. The wealthy merchant who owns this summer home does not have to know how much she appreciates the depth of the tub.

"No, Yen, this is--" He clears his throat. "This is Jaskier."

Yennefer turns on her heel and stares. Looking more closely, she can see some features shared by their lover. The child could easily pass for Jaskier's bastard spawn. He blinks his round, blue eyes at her, his hand fisted in Geralt's shirt.

"Right," says Yennefer. "I assume he angered the wrong person again."

"A mage," says Geralt. "She called him a simpering man child."

Yennefer snorts.

"Well, she's not wrong there."

"Yen, this isn't very funny."

"Mmmm, no, it's hilarious."

"He… when he saw me," says Geralt, a vein beating in his tightening jaw. "He pissed himself scared. He was terrified."

The distress in her Witcher's voice is subtle, but she knows him well enough now to understand that he is floundering under a familiar weight of self loathing and doubt. Yennefer rarely knows how to comfort him and wishes she did. Jaskier always knows the right words to say but presently he is--

"He seems to be alright with you now."

The tiny child who is apparently Jaskier now has his face smashed down against Geralt's side, wiping snot onto his shirt.

"I promised him a sweet roll."

"I don't have sweet rolls."

"You're a mage, Yen."

She scoffs.

"One does not simply waggle their fingers and summon sweet rolls by magic, Geralt."

She is not going to let on that she does know such a spell. Not specifically for sweet rolls, but for swiping a morsel or two from the closest occupied pantry.

"Can we get on with this?" grunts Geralt. "Is there a reason we're in your bathroom?"

"The boy reeks. I don't know how long curing him will take, so he may as well be clean and comfortable." 

"You just don't want to smell his piss."

"He's the one clinging to you. I thought to do you a favor. Forgive me for offering some hospitality. Forgive me for graciously opening my home to you in your time of need."

"This isn't your house, Yen."

She huffs and stalks forward to look more closely at the boy in Geralt's arms, scent of piss be damned. He stares mutely back at her.

"Shouldn't he be talking?" asks Yennefer. "Are we sure this is your bard?"

"It's him," says Geralt. "He didn't speak until the age of five."

"He told you this?" 

"He tells me most things. All of the time actually."

"Yes, but I wasn't sure that you listened," says Yennefer, and Geralt hums. The boy's eerie stare follows her as she places her fingers against his temples. His head seems frail and delicate, like a bird's egg. Her hands too large, too clumsy. "How old is he now?"

Geralt looks down at him.

"How am I meant to know that?"

"What I mean is has he changed at all? He seems to be--" A little more mature than he was in her doorway. It may be a trick of the light, but his baby fat seems diminished, his legs longer where they dangle against the Witcher's sides.

"Growing," says Geralt. 

"You didn't notice?"

"I haven't exactly watched a child grow before my eyes before."

Satisfied, Yennefer steps away again.

"Well there you have it," she says. "Problem solved."

"Yen, you didn't do anything."

"I used the scientific method. Deduced the problem. He will likely continue to grow, slowly, until returning to the proper age, which judging by the current rate should take a reasonable… fuck, how old is Jaskier?"

Geralt stares blankly at her. 

Yennefer sighs. A hopeless case, her Witcher. She carefully ignores that she too has been intimately involved with the man-child before her for several years without asking him his age. He hasn't asked her age either, you know. She is a firm believer in reciprocity.

"Perhaps by this evening then," she says. The boy sniffs loudly, and Yennefer decides she has had quite enough snot for one day and turns to take her leave.

"Wait, Yen, the sweet roll," says the Witcher, and she makes the mistake of turning back around to look at him, all pitiful and forlorn. She is weak to it, unfortunately. His pathetic little mope. He must know it too.

In a moment of said weakness, she leads them to the sitting room and waggles her fingers to summon several plates of sweet rolls and a glass of warmed milk. Geralt smiles his crooked little smile at her, the one that is so delightfully imperfect and genuine that it gives her a touch of heartburn, and Yennefer cannot regret the decision.

That is, of course, until the bard ages up past five and begins to speak.

[cherryjuicegf]

Hello dear, I hope you're doing great!

For the Spotify Wrapped ask: could you do Yenralt with song 26? :D (or Geraskefer if you feel more like it, as a treat haha)

Thank youuuu 💕

thank you so much for the prompt dear!! now it's a greek song and i went for mild horror (which i can't actually pull off), i only peppered some geraskefer and ciri in there, mainly it's yenralt and geralt having a really, really bad time. hope you enjoy 💜

wc 960, cw nightmares

26. o timvorihos (the graverobber) - miltos pashalidis

The stone is cold under his fingertips and he curses under his breath, shakes.

"No, no, please..."

There's fog. So much fog, reaching its tentacles around his ankles, up his legs, dancing between his fingertips and the stones standing in front of him, neatly in line with the same distance between them, like children's dolls, only that they got to play with him.

Geralt whimpers, deep in his throat so as not to hear it himself, and stares. Two stones, no, three. A cry rumbles in his chest. Four. He knows the names. Five, six. "NO!" he screams "PLEASE NO!" and the names carved on the stones gape like wounds of gushing blood, wide open and laugh at him and the blood runs down the grey marble.

He's not thinking. He knows, the day would come.

But gods, he isn't ready yet.

He takes some steps forward, falls on his knees. Fingers trembling, he touches the soil, wet still and he doesn't know if it's the rain, or the tears, or the blood. The letters are neat and elegant, a curve messing with them at the edges, just like she would want, just like she was. There's a lump choking his throat and his fingers dig into the ground. "Yen," he whispers and the fog twirls around him, invades his nostrils, blinds him. The stone laughs. "Yen," he says, "Yen this is no joke, Yen come back," and his fingers dig deep and before he knows it the dirt is subsiding under his hands and he digs, fingertips rough and skinned as he rips the ground in half and sweat drops from his forehead on his wrist, and it's red.

It's red. The blood, he thinks, and digs and digs and pants and growls and digs to get back what was stolen from him, and the stone laughs and he digs and his fingers brush over something soft and he stops.

Shaking. He knows this. He knows what he's touching. He's touched it so many times before, tender, a caress over silky shoulders. He knows. Shaking, he pushes the soil away, and there's more of it, more skin. Dirty and bloody and cold. More, and he raises his hand, and slowly wipes the dirt of her face and she's there, eyes staring at him, lips blue and curved in a dead smile and the stone laughs and he screams.

"What are you searching for, Geralt?"

He flinches, looks up and she's standing nehind the stone, and she laughs. But she's not there.

"Yennefer," he says, pleads, "Yen, please," and looks again at the face between his hands, the body he digged a grave to find and it's unmoving, and he looks at the name. It's blurry.

"Oh, Geralt," he hears her voice, thin like a siren's and oh, this is not Yennefer, it can't be. "You think you can save us now?"

It can't be Yennefer. Geralt stares, trembling, breathless, and the body in his arms is cold. It can't be. Yennefer has violet eyes.

"You are the one who put us here, Geralt," a pair of blue eyes strikes behind the fog and the voice is heavier now, and yet he feels blood flowing down his ears.

And he looks down at the body.

"Fuck."

He's there. Blue eyes, bitter and the stone laughs and the name is blurry and the laughter echoes like a coin falling inside a cave with no exit, like a shriek.

"Jaskier, no..."

"You promised to protect me, Geralt..."

Green eyes. A wail escapes his throat, and she's so small in his arms. "Forgive me, forgive me, Ciri, please—"

"No one left to forgive you, son."

"That's where your heroics got you, brother."

"A careless prick, you've always been, wolf."

"No," he's shaking and the body is cold and pale and it's Yennefer, Jaskier, Ciri, Vesemir, everyone, everyone and the figure behind the stone comes closer, spreads over him and stares at its own dead reflection and the eyes are violet, blue, green, amber, "Stop this, please forgive me, I didn't mean to, don't leave me alone, please, come back, don't leave me, no, no, come BACK—"

"GERALT!"

He jolts up and shuts his eyes and screams.

Something is flowing down his face, his back and then cold air hits him and he shivers and realizes it's sweat and gasps for breath, lungs burning as he sucks in all the air he can fit in them.

"Geralt, come back to me, I'm here, Geralt..."

Panting, he opens his eyes, stares at the sheets covering him, drenched. Grasps at them frantically to realize they're real. "Fuck," and his chest is so heavy, and his head hammering. Slowly, as though afraid of what he'll face, he raises his head.

Violet eyes. Wide, staring at him and drowning in worry, and a hand on his face, keeping him steady. Like the stone of the world raised from his shoulders, he lets out a breath, and Yennefer nods at him and he slumps. His head falls on her shoulder, her hands crawling behind his back.

There's warmth behind him and he feels a second pair of arms around his waist, a bit stronger. Then, hands, smaller, taking his between them and a weight curling on his lap. Tears down his face.

"Where is..."

"They're alright, Geralt." The voice is deep and melodic, it always is. A comfort.

Fingers tangle in his hair and Yennefer leans and kisses his head. Small hands squeeze his. He's spent so much time listening to their breaths. Can tell all three of them apart, and the rest of them scattered in the other rooms of the keep. It lulls him.

He's still trembling. He closes his eyes.

"It's not your fault, Geralt," they whisper and for once, he wants to believe them. "We'll be alright."

[yennefairr]

So that happened. God. Okay so my thoughts are going to be jumbled and probably will miss some stuff but here it goes...

Lauren, what the fuck? What was that?? This show started out so promising and then s2 came along and ruined so much.

Let me just say that I did enjoy some of s2. Papa Geralt and Ciri scenes made me very happy. They were so good. And honestly better than I expected. Kaer Morhen not so much. I actually thought they show the Witchers just bonding or anything to show how close they all are. Instead we got naked women and gross men.. not a likable Witcher in sight. They wrote them all so badly and ooc. ESKEL??? WHY? that was so bullshit. I'm sorry I can't even call that person Eskel because it wasn't.

Mama Tissaia. I adored Yennefer with her mom moments. Tissaia is a mama bear. Loved the interaction between Geralt and Tissaia. Was it worth it line gives me chills.

Vesemir. I wanted to like him. He really pissed me off. Most of the time and the whole going behind Geralt's back to turn an emotionally wrought Ciri made him even worse. I know grayness. But that was low. And he wants to make more witchers?? UM how about no.... bad idea.... like we know Geralt still struggles with what he became. Ugh. I didn't like anything about Kaer Morhen. The way they portrayed the witchers to be bullies and just not very honorable.....yikes

Okay Triss. Her whole arc was a mess. I love her but she was weird. Then making Ciri feel even worse about herself in the end... which is the opposite of book Triss.

I really did enjoy Jaskier and Yennefer. They really brought the Yennskier vibes. Honestly one of the better ships and they're not even canon. Yenn saving him was so badass. All their scenes were perfect. Jaskier checking on Yen in the end(the only one too actually, honestly Geralt, fuck you) I love them. Glad at least one of my ships was well done.

Yennefer my beloved. You were treated so badly.... I want to fight everyone. Whoever thought that Yen could betray Ciri for even a moment deserves to be taken out and beaten. Idc. It was horrible. Book Yen would NEVER. SHE LOVED Ciri and immediately adopts her. So what the fuck, again Lauren. I'm so mad. Yennefer and Ciri's bond deserved to be untainted. She never betrays her even when Geralt thinks she does and then he finds out she didn't. So it was so ooc. Not my Book Yen. Yennefer then has to grovel after Geralt and while I don't blame tv geralt for being mad, come one(even Jaskier sticks up for her) Yennefer has no magic because plot. She is the hero of Sodden but no one knows... She has to prove herself constantly yet it's never enough.

Also how does it make sense that Yennefer tries to save an innocent baby, saves Cahir, saves Jaskier, but then she's willing to sacrifice Ciri even though she knows Ciri is Geralt's daughter. How? What. No. That makes no sense. She wouldn't she values life. Period. It doesn't work. And they ruined Yenralt. They literally have a complicated love as it is then they have Yennefer taking Ciri to Cintra.... when we should've got them actually bonding.... I was shocked at Geralt holding a sword to Yen's neck.... No, book Geralt wouldn't ever. The writing is so bad. I don't see how they can fix this.

Then Yennefer saves Ciri and nothing. Geralt never thanks her or sees if Yen is okay? Also how tf are the Witchers so weak? You're telling me they couldn't take those basilisk monsters out? Yeah right.

Ciri should've been wrecked at killing all her Witcher friends. The girl who is caring guilt from always getting people killed or hurt unintentionally because of who she is. She should've broken down. Even though she was possessed, Ciri would be wracked with more guilt. Bad writing.

I'm going to do a part two because this is way too long.

[geraskierbrainrot]

hi, I’m Fae, and this account is made for my Geraskier* brainrot, as well as general the witcher appreciation, as someone who has been reading fics of them for a year now

I want to make masterlists of fics and have a few already planned (featuring fics I’ve read), so if any of you have specific recs you’d like to see, don’t hesitate to shoot me an ask! I will mostly rec fics on ao3 as that’s the easiest platform to work with, and they should be coming every Friday at 12pm (UTC+2). I am all alone doing these so I can’t promise I’ll always stick by it but I’ll try my best.

You can find the upcoming masterlists here if you would like to suggest fics

Eventually I might also post the fics I’ve already started writing, but that’s for later me to concern herself about

*I also read fics with other ships such as Yenralt, Yenskier and Yeraskier, so they might be featured in some of the rec lists, though I still call them Geraskier as that’s my main ship right now

[the-10th-narcissisticnerd]

PARENTING

Witcher family + Yenralt + Ciri x OC

"I just don't understand why you won't let me go for a simple walk." Ciri complained once more. She had been arguing with Geralt and Yennefer for quite some time because they wouldn't let her take a harmless walk around the town they were settling in for the day.

"Ciri we already told you, we don't know if it's safe out there." Yennefer repeated once more.

"You let Jaskier out and he's much easier to kill than me."

"Jaskier's a bard but you do have a point." Geralt intervened. "You're still not going."

Ciri huffed and slumped down on her bed. They had been travelling for five days and all she had seen were trees and bushes. She wanted to take advantage now that they had stopped by a small village to have a little wander. An idea popped into her head. "What if... I wasn't alone." Those words made both adults snap their heads back to the girl.

"Uhm, well..." they both stuttered. Truth is neither of them wanted to go out, to avoid being recognized. Soon Ciri noticed their struggle and decided to help them.

"April can come with me."

"HUH!?" said woman poked her head through the door.

"She's a great fighter, you both trust her, I'm safe and you two can have some alone time." The couple widened their eyes at the last comment. "What? You really think I don't know what you do or want to do when neither Jaskier nor I are around? Geralt your thoughts are sometimes a bit too loud." The man blushed a deep shade of red and looked away. "And Yennefer don't even get me started on your thoughts about Geralt's-"

"Okay, fine! We get it." she stopped her before she could embarrass them even more. "You've made your point," Yen sighed, "If we let you go, do you promise to stick to April's side and do everything she tells you to?" Ciri nodded but Geralt needed more assurance since this wasn't the first time she ignored his orders and almost got herself killed.

"That means that if she says run, you run. If she says hide, you hide. If she says get to-"

"Roach, I get to Roach. Yeah, I know. I promise I'll be good." she interrupted making puppy eyes. The pair took one last look at each other and sighed in defeat.

"Fine."

The girl squealed in excitement and hurried over to hug them both. "Thank you." She grabbed her daggers, since Geralt still didn't let her have a proper sword, and rushed out of the room grabbing April by the arm and basically dragging her out of the little house. Once alone, Geralt turned to Yennefer with his signature smirk. "So, what do you think about my... whatever she was talking about?"

"Shut up." she chuckled and kissed him, making him fall down with her on their bed.

[yoursummerfrost]

a heart i couldn’t silence

The working title of this fic was "Yen either adopts or kidnaps a teenager, depending on your POV," but I promise no actual kidnapping takes place. This fic is a big ole love letter to found families and the idea of "coming of age" as a continous process. Also, a massive amount of banter?

Rating: T Word Count: ~38k Pairing(s): Yen & Ciri familial focus; Yenralt, Geraskier, and Yenfri also included Summary: Yen eyes her sidelong. "You're pretty shy for a kid who, what—climbed out the window and tracked down a man she barely knew?"

"Walked out the front door," Ciri mutters. "Grandpa was playing video games."

Aka: When Geralt's goddaughter turns up outside the bar on karaoke night, Yennefer is the one who convinces him to let her stay.

Read here on AO3!

[arse-blathanna]

I've thought a lot about this, but after yesterday I think I have to make this decision and announcement publicly.

I'm moving the Yenralt fake dating fic 'I Follow The Heart I Believe In...' to updating once every other week. My mental health has been in the shitter lately and the current schedule is only serving to make me feel worse and overwhelmed.

I hope you all understand. I promise there's more coming next week, but I need to do this

Thank you 💜🦄💜

[bambirex]

Maybe Loving Is Sharing: Chapter 8

Pairings: Geraskefer, Geraskier, Yenralt, Yennskier

Characters: Jaskier, Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Triss Merigold, Vesemir, Lambert, Eskel, Coen

Additional tags: genderbending, alternate universe - modern setting, polyamory, matchmaking, pining, unrequited love, or is it?, mutual pining, friends to lovers, awkwardness, fem!Geralt, fem!Jaskier, bunch of helpless sapphics, everyone is confused, crushes, disability, emotionally constipated Yennefer of Vengerberg, oblivious Geralt of Rivia, oblivious Yennefer of Vengerberg, oblivious Jaskier, everyone is fucking oblivious, insecurities

Full word count: 13,329 words

Chapter word count: 1,925 words

Chapters: 8/?

Summary: The plan is simple: help your best friend get together with the girl of her dreams. What could go wrong?

Well, when everyone is confused and pining but also very oblivious, pretty much everything.

Chapter summary: Geraldine needs a push from her family, Yennefer reveals her doubts to a confidante, and Jaskier has a lovely dream that leaves her with not so lovely thoughts.

Author's notes: I am separating the trio for a little bit to delve into their deepest fears.

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"So, what brought you all the way here, my wayward daughter?"

Geraldine snorted. Her father, Vesemir, grinned at her across the counter where he was chopping onions and meat for their lunch.

"The free food, probably," Geraldine's younger brother, Lambert grinned, gently elbowing her in the side. Geraldine shoved at him lightly, satisfied to see she could still make him tumble.

"In a way, yes," Geraldine chuckled. She scratched at the back of her neck awkwardly as she added, "and I need advice."

"Our sister asking for advice?" Eskel gasped, pretending to be shocked. Or, maybe he wasn't actually pretending, considering Geraldine truly rarely asked for help.

Coen sat next to Geraldine and lay a gentle hand on his sister's back. "What's the matter, Geraldine?"

Geraldine sighed deeply. She didn't even know where she should start. So many confusing emotions swirled inside her in the past month, and they got worse with each passing day. She couldn't keep it bottled up inside anymore; she needed to talk to someone.

"Do you think you can be in love with two people at the same time?"

Long silence and several confused blinks followed her question. Geraldine's cheeks heated up in embarrassment.

Vesemir put down the knife and pulled out a chair, sitting down in front of his daughter. He rubbed at his beard deeply in thought for a couple seconds before he started speaking.

"I have never experienced something like this," he admitted, "doesn't mean it's impossible, though."

"Are you sure it's love and not just infatuation?" Eskel asked. "It's easy to confuse the two."

"No," Geraldine replied. She recalled every single moment that led to this admittance: the way her heart beat so fast, the way she couldn't stop thinking about the two women. The way that no matter what she did, she couldn't imagine her life without either of them.

"I tried to will these feelings to go away, but I couldn't. I promised myself I wouldn't fall in love, that I don't need a relationship because I'm not built for them, but when I imagine my future... I see these two women, with me."

Lambert hummed. "So, Jaskier, and the other...?"

Geraldine raised her head so quickly, her neck nearly snapped.

"What... how...?"

"Oh, come on," Coen laughed, "It's obvious. You've been in love with Jaskier since the moment you two met. The only person who couldn't tell for years was you."

Geraldine bit her lip. Shit. Was she really this oblivious to her own feelings? She loved Jaskier, of course she did, and she did know it was different from a friendship, but... maybe she's spent so many years convincing herself that her and Jaskier wouldn't work out, that in the end, she believed it. But those feelings kept nagging her at the back of her mind, those moments where the lines seemed to blur, when she started wondering that maybe, just maybe, her and Jaskier could have been more. And that kiss... Geraldine has replayed it countless times in her head. They promised each other it wouldn't interfere with their friendship, but the thing was, Geraldine kind of wanted it to. And she managed to pretend Jaskier was just her gal pal for years, but now it felt like her heart couldn't take it anymore.

"There's a doctor," Geraldine continued quietly, "Yennefer. Her office is right next to mine. I... I guess I developed a crush on her. And I asked Jaskier to play matchmaker a little bit, and it worked so well that now I think I love them both. And I don't know what to do."

"Well, how about communication?" Vesemir suggested. "I mean, Jaskier obviously returns your feelings, but..."

Geraldine snorted. "No, she doesn't."

"Jesus," Lambert growled, "you're blind if you think she isn't head over heels for you. The same way you are for her."

"And what about Yennefer?" Eskel chimed in. "Do you think it could work between you?"

"That's a great question," Geraldine admitted with a sigh. "She seems... I don't know. We had a lot of fun on our last date. With the three of us. But then she fled, and... I don't know. I'm just confused. I haven't even wanted an actual relationship for so many years and now I have to face the fact I've been in love with my best friend all this time, and that I also fell for someone else."

"Well, you’re definitely in a pickle," Coen said. "It's tough. But I think Dad is right, the only way to find out who feels what is to talk to them."

"And what if I ruin everything with it? What if Jaskier no longer wants to be my friend, and Yennefer will never want to see me again?"

"Isn't it better to try and risk it, than to spend the rest of your life second-guessing?" Eskel gave her a small smile and squeezed her hands. "You said you had fun together. Maybe they want this to be more than just casual fun, too."

Geraldine stared down at her lap with a sigh. She knew her family was right, she knew she couldn't move on until she talked to them. But fuck, she was famously bad at communicating, hence why she dragged Jaskier into this mess in the first place.

Jaskier... The idea of losing her was terrifying. And so was the idea of losing Yennefer. Geraldine couldn't win in this scenario until she pulled her shit together and took her family's advice.

--

Triss was a very observant person. Yennefer immediately befriended her upon arriving. She was kind and smart, but also wouldn't take anyone's shit. Obviously, she saw right through her when she pretended everything was fine when it really wasn't.

"Okay, okay," Yennefer huffed, raising her hands in defeat, "you're right. Something happened."

"In the romantic department?" Triss smirked, causing Yennefer to roll her eyes.

"Is it that obvious?"

"I'm just assuming, since you spend so much time gushing about the hot vet and her friend."

"I'm not gushing!" Yennefer protested, but her cheeks immediately turned crimson red upon mentioning Geraldine and Jaskier. Triss giggled.

"What seems to be the real problem, doc?"

"God," Yennefer groaned, burying her face in her hands. "This is embarrassing. I hate it."

"What?"

"I... I wasn't supposed to fall in love with either of them," Yennefer squeezed out with great effort. She avoided Triss's eyes, but she could feel her assistant staring at her.

"I wanted to have fun," Yennefer explained, fiddling with the stethoscope around her neck. "Geraldine is so hot, was it such a surprise I wanted to fuck her? And then, her friend came along, so transparently playing matchmaker, and she's so goddamn gorgeous too. My ideal date night involved a threesome."

She closed her eyes and shook her head with another sigh. "But then we spent more time together, and I realized... I have developed feelings for the both of them. That was not how I planned it. It doesn't make any sense."

"Sometimes, it's better when we don't plan ahead," Triss said softly. "Why is it so bad that you caught feelings?"

"Because I promised myself I wouldn't! It's always better when it doesn't involve feelings. That way, no one gets hurt."

"I don't know," Triss hummed, drumming her fingers against the arms of her chair, "it seems like you're hurting plenty already. With this game of avoidance. You can't stop talking about them, but the second things turn serious, you panic and run away."

"I have a reason for that," Yennefer grumbled, "I've learnt the hard way that it's better to fuck and fuck off, then to stay and suffer."

She looked down at the ground. She hated feeling so torn. Her heart knew exactly what it wanted, it probably knew from the first moment, but her mind resisted. Yennefer has been hurt too many times, has seen where feelings could lead. If she gave in, she would risk too much: her own heart, and Jaskier and Geraldine's, as well. There was too much at stake.

"They deserve better," Yennefer whispered, blinking against the sudden, annoying tears in her eyes. "Better than this, better than me."

"Yen..." Triss tried gently, but Yennefer shook her head.

"No, I'm serious. I was playing with them and I can tell they want something more. This wouldn't be fair."

"But you want something more, too."

"I can't give it to them, or myself," Yennefer concluded, trying to ignore the ache in her chest. "It's better for everyone if I stand back."

Triss didn't look convinced, but luckily, she didn't push it any further.

--

Geraldine's big hands were all over her body, gripping her hips and squeezing her bum, pulling Jaskier closer to grind their crotches together. Jaskier moaned, her own hands tangling in Geraldine's hair, pulling on silver locks.

"I've always wanted you," Geraldine drawled as she kissed down Jaskier's neck, her lips searing hot on her skin.

"Took you way too long to admit," Jaskier huffed out a laugh. She brought her hand to Geraldine's chest, cheekily cupping one of her breasts. Geraldine moaned softly.

Jaskier felt another pair of lips on her bare shoulder, making her tremble with want. One hand still gripping onto Geraldine, she reached back to feel soft lace under her fingers.

"I can't believe we all waited so long," Yennefer purred from behind her. Her hands traveled up on Jaskier's torso, fondling her breasts unashamedly. "It was really time we admitted it."

"Admitted what," Jaskier breathed. Geraldine smirked against her neck, one of her hands dipping inside Jaskier's pants.

"That we love each other," she whispered as her fingers entered Jaskier, making her let out a needy whine, "and that we cannot live without each other."

"Accept it," Yennefer gasped into her neck, "accept that we belong together."

Jaskier was so willing to do that, until she woke up.

For a couple of moments, she felt disoriented and unsure of whether she actually dreamt this- it felt real, much more real than the usual jumbled mess she dreamt about.

Jaskier threw a hand over her face and groaned. Fuck, this was not good. She had a couple of dreams like that before about Geraldine - which always left her feel extremely guilty -, but now Yennefer joined, too. And what was that about accepting that they belonged together?

Jaskier wasn't a spiritual person, and she certainly never believed someone could have prophetic dreams, but for some reason, she was sure that this time, it was her subconscious trying to send her a sign... a warning, perhaps? A warning that she was in too deep, that she failed as a friend on both ends, because she couldn't fall out of love with Geraldine, and she even managed to fall for the woman that was supposed to be Geraldine's future girlfriend?

So pathetic, Jaskier thought bitterly. She curled up on her side, ignoring the wet heat between her legs. No, she didn't deserve to touch herself, not after this. She should have never thought about either of them this way.

She gritted her teeth and fisted her hands in the sheets, trying to hold back a scream. Why did she have to agree to help Geraldine? If she hadn't, now she wouldn't be in this mess.

It was not the fact that they "belonged together" that Jaskier needed to accept. It was the fact that she was just a useless, pathetic third wheel in this scenario, and the faster she made peace with that, the better.

[bambirex]

The World Is Yours, If You Seek The Good: Chapter 11

Pairings: Geraskefer, Geraskier, Yenralt, Yennskier

Characters: Jaskier, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt of Rivia, Ciri of Cintra, Lambert

Additional tags: implied/referenced abuse, forced pregnancy, mpreg, creature fic, fae Jaskier, creature Jaskier, creature Yennefer, captivity, enemies to friends to lovers, polyamory, found family, hurt/comfort, it starts out angsty but it will get better, completely made up lore, fertility issues, completely made up skills and powers, angst, angst with a happy ending, whump, Jaskier whump, Yennefer whump, intersex Jaskier, Ciri whump, Geralt whump, blood, nightmares, injury, wound care

Rating: mature

Full word count: 34,232 words

Chapter word count: 2,880 words

Chapters: 11/?

Summary: Used and abused by humans, Jaskier and Yennefer believe they are alone and with no reason to trust anybody. That is, until they meet each other - and then, a couple of other strange misfits.

Chapter summary: Geralt returns from a contract with an injury. It gives him and Yennefer an outlet for their emotions, as well as a chance to become closer.

Author's notes: I am bringing some Yenralt softness this time! They're both so deeply sad and I think it was time they actually talked about it.

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"That's not the price we agreed on."

"Are you trying to negotiate with me now, you mutant freak?"

A nasty, guttural laughter showing off yellow teeth followed. The farmer was the most disgusting creature Geralt has seen in a while, and that was something considering he was holding the severed head of a ghoul.

"You're too stupid for that, anyway."

"There's nothing to negotiate on something that has been already settled," Geralt said calmly. "We agreed on a price. Now you're trying to rip me off."

"You should be glad you get paid at all," the farmer growled. He spat at Geralt's feet. "You're spending the money on whores anyway."

"I fail to see how that's your business," Geralt sighed as he lowered the ghoul's head onto the ground. It rolled slightly, making the farmer wince. "Besides, the pot should never call the kettle black."

He sent a glance towards the farmer's wife whose eyes widened. The farmer cursed loudly, surging forward to get up in Geralt’s face.

"Say shit like that again and you won't get any money at all!"

"I'm going now," Geralt concluded with a resigned sigh. He was exhausted after slaying a horde of ghouls that became too bold and approached the farms, and he was getting even more tired of the humans' bullshit. They hired Geralt to get rid of the monsters that plagued them, then treated him like the dirt on the bottom of their shoes. Geralt was used to it by now; didn't mean it was fun.

The farmer threw the satchel at him with a grimace. He only paid half of what he promised, but right now, Geralt didn't feel like pressing it any further. He wanted this to be done with at once so he could get back home and see how Ciri was doing. She was his priority now. Maybe he could come back one day to get the other half of the money.

As he turned around to leave, he noticed a girl sitting on a chair by the door. She was younger than Ciri, but she also had blonde hair and light eyes. She watched Geralt curiously, not with fear or hatred like her parents. There was still pureness in her heart. She smiled at Geralt, and he smiled back.

She dropped her toy and it rolled on the floor, to Geralt's feet. He bent down and picked it up. The girl shyly reached her hand out for it, and Geralt approached the chair to give it back to her.

He was the one that dropped the toy this time when a sudden, searing hot pain flashed through his arm. Geralt hissed and grabbed at the sore spot with his other hand. His fingers were quickly covered with blood.

He turned around to see the farmer glaring at him, holding a small kitchen knife in his hand.

"Don't you dare touch my daughter, you monster!" He growled and raised the knife again. Geralt avoided it easily this time, fleeing the hut without looking back.

He got up on Roach's back and urged her on. There was an uncomfortable, queasy feeling in his stomach that he thought he would be able to ignore by now, but it has always remained, stubborn and bitter. Geralt cursed under his breath as he rode home, his arm throbbing.

--

He was surprised to find Yennefer alone in the kitchen. It was rare she left Ciri's room, especially since the accident that revealed her heritage. She was stuck to the girl's side like glue. That protective streak in her, that Geralt has noticed before, seemed to have reached its peak, and now she's also taken it upon herself to try and help Ciri with her powers.

He heard the faint strumming of a lute coming from Ciri's room and he understood why Yennefer finally felt comfortable leaving her alone: the girl was with Jaskier, who, no doubt, was trying to put her troubled mind at ease with his magical, calming voice.

Yennefer looked up from the book she was reading by the table. The small smile on her face quickly morphed into an expression of horror when she noticed the wound on Geralt's arm.

"What the fuck happened," she gasped, rising to her feet. She made her way over to Geralt quickly, her hand hovering above his arm, unsure of what to do. "Were you bitten by a ghoul?"

Something about the fact that Yennefer remembered what kind of contract Geralt was dealing with made him smile through the pain.

"No, a human cut me," Geralt explained. Yennefer still stood in her way, anxiously glaring at his wound.

"It looks nasty," she concluded. Geralt chuckled.

"Thank you."

"Seriously, Geralt," Yennefer leaned closer, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "What the fuck did they cut you with?"

"A knife."

"You need to sit," Yennefer ordered. Not even waiting for Geralt's answer, she grabbed his healthy arm and dragged him towards the table. She pushed him down on a chair. Geralt was surprised at how easily and without resistance he followed her.

"Where do you keep your medical kit?"

"Yennefer," Geralt sighed, "it's kind of you to worry, but this isn't my first injury. I can do this myself."

"You don't have to," Yennefer told him simply. "Where's the kit, Geralt?"

Geralt let out a sigh. It was obvious that Yennefer wouldn't leave him alone until he went along with this. He pointed at the cupboard. Yennefer immediately sprung into action. She moved fast as lightning, raiding the cupboard at an incredible speed before she was right back at Geralt's side with the medical box.

"Have you ever done something like this?" Geralt asked, watching intently as Yennefer rummaged through the box for the needed supplies.

"Only once," she admitted. "I was once kept with another drepima. The only time I was not alone before I met Jaskier, actually. She got really badly injured after a beating, so I had to steal some supplies from our owners and patch her up."

"What happened to her?" Geralt asked. Yennefer sighed, avoiding Geralt's eyes.

"She was killed. Don't look at me with such pity, we've only spent a few days locked together. It wasn't a lifelong friendship or anything."

"It still must have hurt," Geralt said softly. "Losing someone is never easy, even if you only knew them for a short time."

Yennefer didn't reply for a while. Instead, she focused on cleaning the skin around the cut.

"I haven't gotten along well with Jaskier in the beginning," Yennefer said. She dabbed at the dried blood with the gauze. "I always told myself it was because we were so different and I used to hate his kind, but maybe I was scared of becoming friends with someone."

"Because you were worried that if you did become his friend, you might lose him."

"Maybe. I never really allow myself to get attached. It's not like I'm built for cute friendships or romance or anything like that."

"Me neither," Geralt hummed. Then, with a faint smile, he added, "or so I thought. Then I found Ciri."

He could see Yennefer's eyes softening, and there was even the beginning of a smile twitching at the corner of her lips.

"I've been told I'm not supposed to have emotions so many times that I eventually believed I didn't have them. And I also believed that growing attached to someone was too risky. But things changed. And this is coming from someone who hates change, but it can be good sometimes, Yennefer."

"Maybe," Yennefer whispered. She stared at Geralt's wound before she let out a sigh. "This looks infected."

Geralt followed her eyes, and indeed, his injury did not look good. The knife must have been rusty. Geralt's body was more resilient to injuries, and his slowed heartbeat made it harder for the infections to spread, but it was still not ideal to walk around with a wound oozing yellow puss. Especially now when he had to be on high alert and at his strongest for Ciri.

"Well, shit."

"I can try and burn out the wound," Yennefer offered. "I think I can control the fire enough to not burn you alive."

"Very reassuring."

"I can do it! Trust me, just... let me do something good for once!"

The desperation in Yennefer's voice made Geralt's chest tighten with sympathy. He knew that drepimas were considered creatures of utter destruction - they couldn't create, only destroy. But then again, wasn't that what they believed about witchers as well? That they were dumb, horrifying creatures who were only good for mindless killing?

It wasn't true for him, and it wasn't true for Yennefer either.

"Okay," Geralt said, "I trust you."

He really did, in that moment. He watched Yennefer's eyebrows twitch in concentration as she touched the tips of her fingers against his wound. He watched her, so much more caring, so much kinder, so much lonelier and more vulnerable than what the humans made her out to be, and his heart fluttered in a way that was unfamiliar to him.

He felt the searing, painful heat of the fire on his arm. He stuffed his fist into his mouth to stifle a yell as it burned his skin and his flesh. It was luckily over soon.

There was disbelief, and also the most beautiful smile on Yennefer's face when she pulled back. Geralt couldn't help but smile back at her.

"You did it," he told her softly, "you didn't burn me alive."

"It will stop the infection from spreading," Yennefer told him, looking down on her hands with something like awe. She deserved to feel that way about herself, Geralt thought.

"Thank you, Yennefer," he told her earnestly, making her smile widen.

The same smile slowly faded as concern took its place on her face.

"What exactly happened," she asked softly, "on the contract?"

Geralt shrugged. "Ghouls got bold and ventured into the towns. They started killing farm animals and they attacked a stablehand, that's why they asked me to intervene. Ghouls have usually only been found around battlefields before. It's probably because of all the wars lately, they're everywhere."

"I meant, what happened with the humans who hired you. Why did they cut you?"

Geralt looked down on his hand, suddenly finding the dirt under his fingernails very interesting. It wasn't often that someone asked about his experiences with the humans. It wasn't his favorite topic either, he preferred to brush it under the rug.

But it would have been unfair to keep it bottled up when Yennefer finally opened up to him about her own problems. Geralt believed he owed her that much.

"He believed I was gonna attack his daughter," Geralt explained, still not meeting Yennefer's eyes. "He was just protecting her."

"Why did he think that?"

"I wanted to give her her toy back. He saw me approaching her, and he jumped on me."

"That's all it took for him to attack you?" Yennefer's voice lowered to a growl. Her eyes lit up with genuine rage. "Fucking humans."

"I'm used to it," Geralt sighed. "It's what always happens. They call me to get rid of their pest, then they spit on me and hurl stones at my head. It's always been like that, and it will always be like that."

Yennefer didn't say anything for a while. She returned to tending to Geralt's wound, gently bandaging it. Whenever her fingertips brushed his skin, Geralt felt a pleasant tingle running down his spine.

"I don't understand," Yennefer started quietly, "I thought witchers were pretty much in cahoots with the humans. You get rid of creatures, that's your job, so, how... how is this possible?"

"I'm not human, and you know that, too."

"You used to be."

"When I was still a child. What do you know about witchers?"

"Not much. Only that you are advanced humans who kill for a living."

"They turn us when we're still kids," Geralt said. The memories hurt, they always would, but he got better at ignoring the pain in his chest. "Abandoned kids work the best. My mother has dropped me off at the doorstep of an older witcher, Vesemir, who then became my father. I went through the trials with several other kids. Not many of us survived. The mutagens do terrible things to a fragile body. They change you on a cellular level. They inflict pain upon you, so much pain that it feels like your flesh is being ripped into pieces. They kill the old you. Empty your soul, your mind, everything. From then on, you only have one purpose in life. To hunt and survive."

When he looked up, he saw something like sympathy in Yennefer's eyes.

"The humans rely on us, because we're stronger and more agile than them, but that doesn't mean they like us. Not at all. We're just mutant freaks in their eyes, the same monsters they're scared of. Only a little more useful."

He looked at Yennefer, whose gorgeous violet eyes bore straight into his - more open, more trusting than ever before.

"I know you believe my kind isn't better than humans," Geralt continued, "and in some ways, you might be right. It is true that I kill creatures and get paid for it. But I always try my best to choose the lesser of two evils, and I would never hurt someone who's innocent."

Yennefer fiddled with a lock of her hair. She twisted it around her finger then released it, watching it bounce back. She bit her lip as she looked up at Geralt again.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. To Geralt's hum of confusion, she continued.

"For what you had to go through, and for what you're still going through. And for the things I've said to you. I guess I've never really given it much thought... that maybe... we are not so different, after all."

She reached out and touched Geralt's arm through the bandages, careful not to apply too much pressure on his injury.

"I'm sorry for not trusting you."

"That's not something you need to apologize for," Geralt told her. He laid his own hand over Yennefer's. He smiled when she didn't pull away. "It made perfect sense that you didn't. Do you, now?"

"I'm getting there," Yennefer promised with a small smile of her own. "I see the kindness in you. I didn't notice it right away, not like Jaskier did. But then again, he trusts a little too easily."

Her smile widened as she talked about the synella. Geralt felt that flutter in his chest again.

"You're so sweet with him. There are so many ways you could have taken advantage of him, but you didn't. The same way you never used me, either. And you're a wonderful father to Ciri."

Geralt chuckled. "I think I'm a very awkward father, actually."

Yennefer laughed softly. "Yes, you are. But you try your best. And you care about her. That's what matters."

"Do you think she will be able to control her powers?"

"She needs a bit more time," Yennefer admitted. "She's still shocked, not that I blame her. She needs to wrap her head around it. Her powers... they're very unique. But she will get there."

"You'll make sure of it," Geralt said. It wasn't a question, but a statement: he knew that Yennefer will do anything she could to help Ciri. Even if they had a bit of a rocky start, Geralt believed the drepima has earned his trust.

After all, it would have been very easy to burn him to ashes with the touch of her fingers, but she didn't. She bent over backwards to help him instead. As strange and unexpected as it was, Geralt found himself caring for Yennefer more and more.

Yennefer pulled her hand away with a smile that seemed almost coy. Geralt found himself missing the feeling of her touch.

Yennefer looked towards the stairs, listening intently. She smiled as she glanced back at Geralt.

"It's quiet," she noted, "I think they fell asleep."

"Wanna check on them?" Geralt asked, rising to his feet. He couldn't wait to see his daughter after such a physically and emotionally difficult day. He stood and reached his hand out for Yennefer. Yennefer stared at his hand in confusion for a few moments before she took it carefully, her cheeks pinkening.

Together, they walked up to Ciri's room. Geralt opened the door carefully and peeked inside.

The sight that greeted him made warmth spread through his chest.

They were indeed both asleep, Jaskier propped up against the pillows with one arm resting over Ciri's back, who hugged his torso, her cheek pressed against Jaskier's belly. It looked both like she needed comfort, and like she was protecting him.

When Geralt looked back at Yennefer, he saw the same awe on her face that he felt. He smiled at her, and Yennefer's eyes lit up like a million stars.

Geralt felt a little embarrassed upon realizing he was still holding Yennefer's hand, but nearly not as much as he was probably supposed to.

Instead, he felt that warmth inside him spread even more, until that was the only thing he felt.

It felt a lot like happiness.

[bambirex]

Yenralt plz. Car sex, dirty talking, teasing

This is my first time writing actually explicit m/f smut, so I apologize if this is a little clumsy!

Warnings: semi-public sex, dirty talk, teasing, riding, fingering

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They could have done this in an empty parking lot at night, under the protection of the darkness where they wouldn't have had to worry about being discovered. But, of course, that would have been way too easy, and they liked taking risks way too much- not to mention the horniness that clouded their judgment.

This was supposed to be a simple grocery run, but Yennefer wanted to spice things up a little. It started with her wearing her shortest skirt with those damn fishnet stockings underneath that always drove Geralt crazy. She made sure to always retrieve the products from the lowest shelves, bending over and practically flashing Geralt at every turn.

Geralt thought himself a patient man, but seeing his beautiful wife bending down, her long, shapely legs on display did things to him that were out of his control. He gritted his teeth all throughout, trying to calm himself. Yennefer enjoyed this little game too much, clearly, because she kept grinning at him and brushing against his side, one hand always drifting dangerously close to Geralt's crotch.

"What's wrong, love?" She cooed, caressing Geralt's arm. She leaned close, rubbing her nose against his face. "Bored of shopping? We could always do something else."

"Yen," Geralt tried to warn her, but all his attempts at getting her to behave were futile. Yennefer was on her best game of seduction today, and she always got what she wanted.

"I say," Yennefer breathed, giving Geralt's butt a squeeze, "that we cut this short and get out as soon as we can. Come, on I know you can't wait to fuck me."

Geralt growled. He could never resist Yennefer, no matter how hard he tried: he was already hard in his jeans just from looking at her in that outfit, and her hotly whispered words didn't help.

They nearly gave the cashier a heart attack with how hard they slammed the money down, all but tearing the bagged products off the counter and showing them back into their cart. Yennefer grinned triumphantly all the way to their car, very pleased that once again she was getting what she wanted.

Geralt didn't even have time to push the seat back a little, soon finding himself with a lap full of an eager Yennefer, who grinded her bum against his crotch, her hands finding their way into Geralt's hair.

"Someone's eager, indeed," Yennefer chuckled, rolling her hips forward and into the hardness beneath her. "It's a wonder you didn't come into you pants back there."

She gasped when Geralt gave her bum a short spank, the sting delicious and promising. She loved it when she could draw the beast out of hiding, when she could rile Geralt up so bad.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you'll learn how to behave," Geralt growled. He slipped his hands under Yennefer's skirt, hooking his fingers under those damn stockings. He all but tore them down, along with Yennefer's knickers.

"Oh, but who said you're allowed to?" Yennefer teased. She bit down on Geralt's neck, sucking a hickey into the skin. Geralt's hips shot up on instinct, desperately searching some friction.

"It would be so much fun to leave you hanging," Yennefer giggled, smoothing a hand down Geralt's chest. "To rile you up and deny you the pleasure."

She rolled her hips against Geralt's lap again. She was soaking wet already, staining Geralt's jeans. He moaned under him, his big hands squeezing her hips.

"You're such a dirty minx," Geralt breathed, "I'm gonna ruin you."

"Oh, but who's gonna ruin who here, sweetness?"

Geralt grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down into a bruising kiss. Their tongues and teeth collided wildly, making both their head spin in the most delicious way. Yennefer moaned when a thick, calloused finger pushed into her.

"Right," Geralt smirked, "I promised you I would fuck you, remember?"

"Do it, then," Yennefer breathed, squeezing around the finger inside her, "show me how hard you can fuck me, big boy."

Geralt kissed her again, hungrily licking into her mouth while he pumped his finger in and out of her. Yennefer fumbled with Geralt's belt and zipper, angrily clawing at the material in the way. She gripped his cock not too gently, enjoying the way Geralt hissed and bucked up against her.

Geralt pulled his fingers out of Yennefer and gripped her hips instead, pulling her down and onto his cock. Yennefer felt magnificent around her, tight and warm and so, so wet. He needed to take several breaths to calm himself down, trying not to spill right away.

People were walking by their car, and the knowledge they could see everything going on inside only fueled them on more.

"I wonder what they think," Yennefer laughed breathlessly as she bounced up and down, driving Geralt into her deeper. "What a perverted, nasty couple... but I bet they would like to join us. Would you let one of them fuck me?"

"God dammit, Yennefer," Geralt moaned, burying his face in Yennefer's neck. He willed his hips to stay still, letting Yennefer ride him exactly the way she wanted. He was nearly bursting with desire, clinging onto Yennefer as she rolled her hips down, grinding against his dick.

Yennefer clawed at Geralt's back as the head of his cock brushed against that deep spot inside her. She could feel her orgasm coming soon, building up inside her.

Geralt was getting close, too, his body trembling under Yennefer. His grip on Yennefer's hips tightened, pulling her down and closer.

Yennefer came first, tossing her head back and nearly headbutting the top of the car. She tightened around Geralt like a vice, her hips twisting a couple more times as she rode out her orgasm. Geralt followed soon after, spilling deep inside her.

"I hope we won't be in the news tomorrow," Geralt panted, wrapping his arms around Yennefer and pulling her close to him.

Yennefer only laughed, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. If they would get in trouble for fucking in a parking lot in broad daylight, it would still be worth it.

[cherryjuicegf]

join me + yenralt please 🥺

thanks for the prompt love!! this is hurt/comfort-y because they just have to hug more often and.. you know.... stay like that for a bit :') hope you enjoy!! 💜

wc: 571

prompt – join me

The door creaks open slowly, guiltily with the late of the night hanging on the air like the scent of fading perfume. Yennefer doesn't open her eyes. She doesn't flinch. Never in her life had she thought she would become accustomed to someone's mere presence, the way they breathe and the shuffling on their clothes so much, that she wouldn't need to reassure herself of her safety.

Ever so slowly, the door creaks again closed and a breathy curse echoes in the silence. She fights back a smile. To her, Geralt isn't so silent as he wants to be.

And yet, and yet. She's afraid, sometimes, that she'll never catch a glimpse in the darkest corners of his heart, afraid that if she doesn't, if she fails to defy them, she will far far behind. Sometimes he's getting out of grasp.

The bed doesn't dip beside her as she expects, and her breath hitches silently. Instead, she hears heavy steps, dragging, and Geralt sits on a chair. IIt's strange, his breathing. Almost strained.

His mind pushes back like a brick wall and she swallows. It's not what he needs anyway.

With a sigh, she opens her eyes and turns slightly, just to watch him over the blankets. "Geralt."

He flinches and something flutters unpleasantly in her heart. He never flinches. His eyes meet hers, apologetic. "Sorry, I woke you," and if she didn't know better, she'd say his voice was deliberately hushed.

She shakes her head mostly to herself, mostly to regain the composure sleep deprives her of. "No," she says and it's barely a whisper, but she dares not raise her voice. She sees Geralt's fists clenched. For a moment, she bites her lip as though in thought, then she shuffles in the covers until she's sitting upright. He's not looking at her. "Geralt," she says again, just a little firmer in its softness, and then, "come to bed."

Now he raises his look on her. She holds back a loving chuckle. He resembles a drenched cat. Instead, she outstretches her hand, and nods at him in silent invitation.

Slowly, as though hesitant, Geralt stands and walks up to her, finally sitting beside her, and still he's so far away. Almost running. She knows, as his eyes search frantically the sheets and the floor and his hands, as though he will find comfort hanging in the air.

Yennefer sighs. And, creeping, almost afraid she'll scare him away, she holds his hand. Geralt swallows, looks at her, shoulders tense. Gods, he's tired.

She offers a faint smile. A promise, in a way. Then, her other hand reaches for his cheek and rests there for some moments, letting him get used to the warmth before she shuffles closer, and her hand moves to his nape and gently pulls him forward.

Geralt does not resist. He lets her guide him to lean on her shoulder, face hidden in the crook of her neck. Yennefer holds his head, fingers tangling in white strands, and wraps her arm around him, holding him close, closer still, insistent, until she feels him releasing a long breath on her skin and his hands crawl around her waist.

His shoulders slump. It's warm now, and Yennefer rests her head on his, and closes her eyes.

Sometimes he's getting out of grasp.

She smiles to herself. Sometimes, even for a bit, she just needs to hold him a little tighter.