#IN THIS ONE

[qqueenofhades]

Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Shadow and Bone (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ivan/Fedyor Kaminsky, The Darkling | Aleksander Morozova/Alina Starkov, Nikolai Lantsov/Alina Starkov, Matthias Helvar/Nina Zenik Characters: Ivan (The Grisha Trilogy), Fedyor Kaminsky, Alina Starkov, The Darkling | Aleksander Morozova, Nikolai Lantsov, Kaz Brekker, Jesper Fahey, Wylan Van Eck, Nina Zenik, Matthias Helvar, Inej Ghafa, Zoya Nazyalensky, Genya Safin, Jan Van Eck, Jarl Brum, Mei Kir-Azaan (Original Character) Series: Part 2 of Shadow and Bone Seasons 2 & 3

NOTE: If you want to catch up on this from the beginning, chapter 1 is here. It’s also the sequel to my Shadow and Bone season 2 Fivan fic, if you want to go all the way back to the beginning.

[anonymoosen]

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[zephyrd17]

Theta and Koschei the type of kids to say "idk what gender is, I think I skipped school the day we were learning about it"

[annmarcus63]

An ugly, translucent shape opened at the gates of Kaer Morhen. A portal. Mercenaries and a mage, the firefucker.  The witchers defend their home and their cub, but they're too many. Ciri gets badly wounded and Rince is about to drag her through the portal, away from her home, away from her family. Geralt feels terror, they can't take her. The wizards fight with all their might, eliminating them one by one in a matter of second. A defeated Rince mocks them and before fleeing, he reaches into the portal to pull out a person who instantly falls to the ground. 

"This one sang beautifully, witcher. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have found Princess Cirilla. And her blood" the mage's face twisted into a crooked smile as he looked at his blood covered dagger. Blood holds power, especially Ciri’s. But before Rince can escape, Lambert appears out of nowhere, taking him by surprise to cut off his head instantly. 

On the ground there's a shaking figure. 

A pair of frightened eyes looks around. Jaskier. Geralt had not seen the bard for years, he tried not to think about him either. But Ciri is wounded, bleeding and whimpering for Geralt because it hurts too much. The witchers carry the princess inside without looking back, to the shaking man on the ground. Geralt and Eskel heals Ciri as much as they can. She's going to be alright.  

Later, he sees Vesemir, through Ciri's bedroom window, approaching a shrunken figure at the stables and after a few breaths said figure following the aged witcher inside the fortress. 

Jaskier is there the next morning, sitting in the dining hall, shoeless and wearing simple clothes that are too big for him. But he doesn't want to see him, he can't, Ciri almost died because Jaskier was the one who gave the information to Rince. With a shrinking heart, Geralt turns away to find something to occupy his mind while Ciri recovers. 

-

Guilt is eating Jaskier up, even the pain cannot compensate for his heavy conscience. He hides his hands in a pair of thick gloves that rub against his burned skin, but it is worse to have them exposed. He had never been to Kaer Morhen before, but he had never imagined it would be like this. He never imagined he would be an outsider, a traitor. 

He finds a pretty good room, it's small and only has a hole in the wall, so it's not so cold. The wolves are uneasy, uncomfortable with his presence and he totally understands it. Geralt has barely given him a glance. Eskel is kind, he smiles at him whenever they run into each other and even gives him a pair of boots and a cloak.

The day after his arrival he spends the day working on the stables, cleaning and feeding the horses, it's not an easy task due to his damaged hands but he can manage. In the afternoon, Jaskier goes inside and sits down in front of the fire in the hall to warm his freezing bones. Not too close, of course. 

Geralt and Lambert enter speaking in hushed voices, Jaskier makes himself as small as possible so as not to attract attention. He's the prey. They are talking about Ciri, she is apparently well and that is reassuring. And suddenly...

"Shh, It's not safe to talk here." It takes him a few seconds to register what Lamber said.  Jaskier looks up to find two pairs of yellow eyes, predator's eyes, looking down at him with weariness. Something breaks inside him, something essential, it could be his core, his heart at the very least. In a hurried move he stands and leaves the room to find another place to get warm. 

At night the pain is too much to bear. He can't sleep and he's so damn tired so he cries for a while until he decides he’s had enough. He leaves his room barefoot so as not to alert the witchers and a single oil lantern to light the dark corridors of the keep. He wanders around for a while until he finds the lab, surely there must be something here to help ease his pain? he sniffs every jar and bottle whose contents seem familiar when a voice calls "If you smell that one you'll die" Jaskier yelps, turning around. 

Vesemir is at the door 

"I...I...I wasn't doing anything wrong, and maybe that's not the smartest thing to say. I'm sorry, I’ll just...go" 

"...what do you need?" 

"Something for the pain" The witcher approaches a cabinet 

"What kind of pain?" 

Jaskier is biting his lips to decide whether to tell the truth or... "Bard" Vesemir scolds him. 

"...burns" Vesemir stops to turn to look at him, his heavy eyes landing on the gloves on his hands. The witcher resumes his search and in a couple of minutes spent in silence he hands Jaskier a vial full of white stuff.  

"Thank you" Jaskier smiles sincerely. 

"Put shoes on or you'll lose your feet too" 

He cries all the way back to his room. 

The salve helped a little, but he still couldn't sleep. He's so tired and he doesn't want to be here anymore. He wonders if the snow is thick enough to kill him if he leaves in the night. 

It's hard to peel potatoes and Eskel notices upon entering the kitchen. "Are you ok?" says signaling the odd way in which he's holding the knife. Jaskier smiles at Eskel with a nod, afraid that if he speaks he won't be able to stop. The witcher is handsome even with the scar that splits his face. He has a quiet air about him that makes the bard sure that if they had met in different situations they’d surely be good friends. 

"You should go to the springs, the one in the middle will help you heal. Just don't go to the one on the right or you'll be burned alive" Jaskier flinches "Thank you, Eskel. I'll be sure to save you an extra portion of broth." the witcher laughs and pats the bard's shoulder before leaving. Jaskier wants to ask about Ciri but knows he has no right. 

-

Geralt is watching over his cub when he hears a door opening outside followed by unsure steps. Jaskier. He still hasn't decided if having the bard here is a good idea, he doesn't trust him, not quite. Eskel says he is too hard on him, also says he's injured to some extent. Geralt makes sure that Ciri is completely asleep before he follows the bard. He's in the springs. It is too late at night for another witcher to be there too, so Geralt decides that this may be the perfect opportunity to finally talk to him. To question him about his betrayal, even if it pains Geralt to know the answer. But he stands frozen in the entrance, Jaskier's back is turned to him, naked.  Hand marks decorate the bard's back, ugly burns across his arms that have not fully healed. 

Something breaks in Geralt and he is overcome by an unbearable grief and anger towards himself, towards Rince. The witcher watches as Jaskier removes one of the gloves. How had he not noticed the gloves? To reveal a completely burned hand, missing pieces of flesh and blackened areas beyond repair. The bard is weeping quietly, even the touch of the air causes him immense pain. Geralt gulps, wishing he could rewind the time, lift Jaskier off the ground and ask him if he was all right. He wants to turn back time to never shout those cruel words at him on the mountain.  

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

why do you hate Jeremy from hr so much?

he saw the serfs worked the ground

he watched as they poured their heart, mind, and souls into their work

and he watched as they fell.

he's not a good person,

he's barely a person at all.

he should go get cancer and die - Unpaid MBRA Intern Number 2012

[veradragonjedi]

Chapter 22: Somewhere Between Grief And Love

YAY!!!!!! :)

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV)

Relationships:

Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin & Cara Dune & Boba Fett & Fennec Shand

Characters:

Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin, Grogu, Leia Organa, Han Solo, Boba Fett, Fennec Shand, Cobb Vanth, Cara Dune, Mention of Ben Solo, R2-D2, Ahsoka Tano

Additional Tags:

Human/Vampire Relationship, Jedi Master Luke Skywalker, Luke Skywalker Needs A Hug, Good Parent Din Djarin, Soft Din Djarin, Alternate Ending, Grogu | Baby Yoda Ships Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Luke trains Din with the Darksaber, Vampire Luke, Post-The Mandalorian (TV) Season/Series 02, R2-D2 hates Din Djarin, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Whump, Mutual Pining, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Blood and Injury, Blood Drinking, Squick, Canon-Typical Violence, violence in general, Falling In Love, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Suicide Attempt, Friends To Lovers, Hurt No Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, BAMF Luke Skywalker, Only like half the time though, The other half is, Sad Luke Skywalker, Luke Skywalker has PTSD, Luke Skywalker Has ADHD, Autistic Din Djarin, Asexual Din Djarin, Asexual Luke Skywalker, Well theyre both aspec- itll be clearer in the future i swear (Din is demi Luke is grey), Touch-Starved Luke Skywalker, WHOOOOOO, Co-parents To Lovers

Language: English

Words: 107,113 (awooga) -> Chapters: 22/?

[ofduskanddreams]

CH 28: Samhain — a preview

[Azriel POV]

“What has your heart beating so quickly? The fact that I could have you arrested for trespassing right now?” The unmistakable voice of Eris Vanserra stopped Azriel halfway through the motion of stepping away from that touch he felt through his tunic with too much clarity.

Azriel slowly turned to face the voice. Eris’s hand didn’t break contact, it merely allowed him to turn before settling again, now at his waist. Azriel was momentarily overwhelmed by the upwards swipe of Eris’s thumb, the drag of the fabric against his skin, the intensity of those amber eyes staring out at him from behind a serpentine mask—the way Eris’s grip tightened the longer the silence stretched like… like….

He scrambled to form a reply: “I’m sure the same could be said of many who are here this evening with the usual wards down.”

Eris’s mask left the lower half of his face uncovered, giving Azriel a perfect view of slightly flushed full lips curving into a smirk that made his heart pound irregularly.

Cauldron, what was wrong with him? This had never been an issue before. Maybe in the months he’d been here he’d built up some kind of tolerance which the last two and a half weeks away had nullified?

The corner of Eris’s mouth reached its zenith. “But that’s where you’re wrong. They are all Autumn Court fae, you are a creature of Night.” Eris shifted closer, enough that Azriel could feel the heat radiating off of him—dangerous and dizzying desire. “Why are you here, Shadowsinger?”

— — —read “What Lies Inside” on AO3. Only three more chapters until the end :’)

[not-poignant]

throbbing

I only really use this word in context of pain, tbh (it's a word too steeped in like... euphemistic erotica for me to like it in most other contexts, like 'oh god his throbbing member' *hurk*), so it only turned up in any form at all once!:

When Nate woke, he was acutely aware of how clammy and disgusting he was. His own slick and Janusz' come was drying to the insides and backs of his thighs. Dull cramps in his pelvis and balls and ass throbbed, and his stomach felt like a small, hard stone. He needed to piss, he wanted to wash his hair. He felt fetid and disgusting. He didn't know how other omegas handled this part. Were they well enough to shower during their heat? Nate wanted to shower. The end of a heat was always terrible. 

[iq-m]

Bokura wa inochi ni kirawarete iru

[anothersarcasticdolphin]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: House of the Dragon (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen/Daemon Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen/Rhaenyra Targaryen, Alicent Hightower/Viserys I Targaryen, Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen & Daemon Targaryen Characters: Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Rhaenyra Targaryen, Viserys I Targaryen, Alicent Hightower, Otto Hightower, Rhaenys Targaryen Velaryon, Meleys | Rhaenys Targaryen Velaryon's Dragon, Caraxes | Daemon Targaryen's Dragon, Vhagar | Visenya Targaryen's Dragon, Criston Cole Additional Tags: Dark Daemon Targaryen, this got very innuendoy, between daemon and aemond, sometimes a sword is only a sword, but sometimes, it means more, no beta we die like Criston Cole does in so many of my stories, is this one of them?, read and find out, read the author's note, for warnings, team black, aemond lives, lucerys lives, Fix-It of Sorts, I'm still bad at tags, Dark Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, kind of inspired by a fic, where Cersei Lannister dances with the Stranger, so to speak, but here we have Aemond thinking Daemon looks like the stranger Series: Part 6 of Five Ways Aemond Targaryen Died and One Way He Didn't (5+1) Summary:

Aemond can't sleep after the dinner, so he goes on a late-night stroll. He's never met Daemon Targaryen, not properly.

Or: One conversation, held in the very dead of night, changes history.

[ba0shanblack]

°○ Swallowed by the Feeling °○

"He hadn't ever seen Xīngchén limping.

Xuē Yáng scanned him head to toes.

His movements lacked their usual precision and grace, replaced by clumsy, uncoordinated ones.

Then the Dào Zhǎng sat in the edge of the mattress and his lips twitched as he spread his legs on the ground.

Something is obviously off. He almost slipped this morning and now this- "

Chapter 7/13

Read on AO3.

[mobgoblin]

Queued right up for it

[miggylol]

First off, spin this wheel.

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also all of these fandoms are definitely things that really exist in the real world and none of them are Tumblr creations

[yeagrave]

my contribution to this trend🙇

[rioblitzle]

working retail