#geralt blurb

[velvetcloxds]

if you're too shy- send me a character and a scenario and I'll write a little baby blurb for it

Geralt of Rivia falling in love with a beautiful chubby cottagecore healer, after she helps him, when he is wounded, please? Thank you!

SOFT HANDS | GERALT OF RIVIA

word count: 0.6k

warnings: plus sized reader, not specified per se but definitely implied

You woke up startled by a crash in your kitchen, looking around your room in tired confusion, trying to figure out the time by looking out through the rags you had weaved into makeshift curtains, it was not morning just yet, far from it, but the timing of the intrusion usually only meant one thing- your witcher was there. You stumbled from your bed, pulling one of your blankets with you, covering your nightgown as it did not aid you much in concealing your curves, thin it its design- Geralt never minded though.

"Geralt," you breathed, you were barely awake, stumbling slightly as you found your footing, already smelling him and you were glad that he had managed to bathe before breaking into your home, very considerate of him.

"Good evening, las," he was talking with his mouth full, busying himself among your wooden cabinets, it piqued your interest, making you speed up until you were next to him, his hands hard at work making some sort of stew. "Are you hungry?"

"Let me see first," you were very convincing, voice just soft enough to make him pause to give you a quick glance at his face, new scars, still bleeding as they stretched over the side of his forehead. "Are there more?" he nodded, grunting when you swatted his hands away from the knife and began pulling him to your washroom, the action only possible because of his willingness to follow you. You noted the burning candles he had arranged around the house, knowing you would need the light, always uneasy when he arrived in the dark.

He could not help the sort of amused tilt to his lips as you forced him onto a chair, struggling to remove his armor but he made no attempt to help you, enjoying the little huff and pout the struggle earned from you. When you finally managed to take it off, you threw it to the floor, giving him an unamused glare, not at all fooled by his faux innocent shrug.

You sat down in front of him, folding your legs and shifting the blanket over them, another huff was given as you dragged the bucket of water closer, taking one of the clean cloths from where you had folded them in a pile. Your cheeks burned as you scanned his torso, it was not right, was not fair for that matter that he had that effect on you- none of your other patients had, in fact, you prided yourself on being professional but only Geralt could make you flustered while cleaning his wounds.

"These are fresh," you noted, eyes averted from his as you dragged the wet cloth over his stomach, frowning lightly when he did not flinch. "You know, there are plenty of healers on the road, most if not all of them more suited to treat wounds such as yours," you were done with his chest, drying it with another cloth and wrapping it with strips of cloth that had been soaked in your homemade healing remedy.

"Hmm," a grunt, a familiar sound, a comfortable one. "I prefer coming to you," he stated and shifted lower, leaning his elbows onto his knees so you could easily access his face, a new surge of heat finding your skin at the eyes that soared over your features. "Your hands are the softest," he explained and you nearly pulled away from him, hands just barely keeping still as you wiped lightly at the scar on his face, the other hand gripping his chin to keep him still. "I also do not mind the view," he was being sly, daring, and extremely cruel as he breathed a light chuckle, not missing a single beat of your sporadic heart. "Nor the company," you paused, eyes falling to his without any control and you were stuck, entranced, unable to move or look away, only managing to break the daze when he cleared his throat.

"I assume it would be a waste of breath to ask you to be more careful?" you attempted a change in subject, following the same process as you did for his stomach as you finished up your work.

"Completely," he agreed and you wiped your hands, shaking your head in familiar disapproval as he simply enjoyed the very view he had traveled many miles for. "For what reason would I have for coming to see you if I were?"

"I should go and make myself decent," you dismissed the question, not surprised when he took your hand to help you stand, rough hands uncharacteristically gentle as his thumb brushed your wrist in his hold. "Do you have a place to rest for the night?" he shook his head, he dare not attempt to lie to you with words, tell you that Jaskier had booked the pair of them a room not far from your cottage, because truth be told he rather enjoyed you fussing over him, taking care of him, and he knew you did as well- so, who was he to take that chance from you?

"I was rather hoping you could spare me a room."

"Of course, I will prepare it while you clean my kitchen," he smiled, a true smile, one you had not had the chance to see before but you were grateful you could, it was lovely, dreamlike. He nodded in silent appreciation and agreement, looking down to where he still held onto your hand. "They truly are the softest that I had ever held," he told you and you were the one to smile, a shy smile, warm with affection as you tried to consider how you would survive a whole day with this man in your house when he was insistent on stealing your heart and your sanity.

[nullio]

I think I've come to the realization that I like writing scrips, or more specifically just character dialog, rather than traditional story writing

I kinda blame it on the fact that I've leaned so heavy into art, that I don't rlly see the point in writing out a description of a characters emotive state, or what the sky or room looks like when I could just easily draw it

That's manifests in what I believe to be pretty good bursts of dialog but literally nothing to flesh it out 😭 and I don't have the patience, time, or energy to make comics, so I'm just 🧍‍♀️

Anyway, this is just a long-winded way of saying that I was up for like 20 min at 2 am just writing random dialog between Jask and Geralt

[quillscales]

Lambert wouldn't admit to being afraid. Never. It wasn't just pride either, he's seen what happens to whelps who cry at night. If the other whelps don't nip it, then the teachers would. A Witcher can't be afraid of the dark or what's lurking in it, and they make sure to beat that fear out of them. Or at least everyone learns to hide it better.

Voltehre still got scared. Lambert wouldn't admit that he did, too. As long as everyone was asleep and they were in their own beds by dawn, then there wasn't an issue with Voltehre climbing into his bed whenever there was a crack of thunder or a howl in the distance.

Eventually, they would have to stop clinging to each other; the path was meant to be walked alone, or at least that's what they were told. Yet, with Voltehre wrapped in his arms, his heartbeat so close, Lambert wondered if maybe they could break that rule, too.

[youknowwhoiam3490-blog]

Who the hell put this PAIN on my dash? I didn't ask the algorithm for wistful heartache and pining today!

And why did this just cut off there? Well written blurbs are, at their core, an act of violence. If you wanna hurt me do it by way of a 70k hurt/comfort Soulmate AU slowburn, don't be a jerk.

"Wait... are you Geralt's soulmate?"

The look on Ciri's face tells too much. Of course Geralt hasn't told Ciri, hasn't told any of them.

“Yes, I am” Jaskier offers her his biggest sincere smile though he thinks he might be grimacing.

Ciri in her charming petulant way says "Wow" and then proceeds to turn around towards the stairs. Jaskier tries not to feel insulted. He is aware of who he is. The contrast between him and Yennefer (Geralt's true love) is painfully immense. Sometimes he wonders if destiny was wrong about him or maybe she wanted to play with him, a mere pawn on Geralt's destiny. The bridge that'd bring Geralt and Yennefer together. But, if that's the truth, if Geralt wasn't meant for him why did he fall in love?

Alone on his cold room he decides he's going to tried, one last time, to be what Geralt wants, needs. So he throws away his colorful clothes and puts on a pair of black pants and a plain black blouse (borrowed from Cöen). He tries to be as useful as possible, quiet, focused, regal, smart and a good company for anyone that wants to talk to the strange bard, he's a good performer after all, the best there is. At least Vesemir doesn't scold at him that much anymore and Lambert is more willing to tolerate his presence. He still sings, in a cellar on top of the main tower, the echo is divine. He writes and sings about heartbreak, hoping, waiting, wanting, and letting go.

Geralt notices of course, he can see the way he holds himself. Like he's hurting. Maybe he is. Ciri asked him a few weeks ago why he didn't tell anyone about Jaskier being his soulmate.

She also tells him about the disappointment in the bard's face at finding himself stranded in Geralt's destiny.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

For the calvin klein photoshoot, Jace can be a model and dating famous reader with a Sabrina Carpenter vibe/humor and he didn't tell her about the campaign because he's shy and insecure sometimes and she boosts his confidence

This was longer, but I didn't like the second half so I turned it into a blurb

—

Waking up to sexy pictures of your boyfriend all over Instagram was not on your bingo card this year. At first, you thought it was a manip made by his fans — some were really good at editing —, but when you saw the photoshoot on Jace's personal account you realized they were real.

And damn he looked hot! 

Calvin Klein were known for their underwear campaigns. Jacob Elordi, Jeremy Allen White, Aaron Taylor-Johnson, and more, have done it...and made women's — and men’s — jaws drop when they dropped. You would be a liar if you said you didn’t watch Jeremy Allen White’s #mycalvins campaign video fifty times. 

You may have a thing for curly hair and imperfect noses.

You took your time scrolling through the pictures as you laid in bed, staring disrespectfully. You never thought Jace would work with Calvin Klein. What happened to the shy boy you met at fashion week seven months ago? There were underwear pictures. 

You’ll have to pick one and make it your next phone lockscreen. 

Under the post, fans were blowing up the comment section with hot-faced emojis. It didn't bother you. They were just stating facts.

You decided to add your own, knowing it would make his cheeks burn when he’ll get the notification. 

@yourusername: You make me want to try some freaky positions🤭

It wasn’t long before a response came. Tame, but still suggestive.

@jacevelaryon: On my way 🏃🏻‍♂️💨 

The short interaction was going to cause chaos online.

—

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[imagineredwood]

4. First conversations alone

I'm gonna do quick little soft drabbles with which ever character speaks to me from this prompt list. I'm not doing requests for them, just little blurbs to get back into writing more often. Especially that I could just throw together in a few minutes when/if I find downtime at work lol.

Edit: Not this turning into an almost regular length fic 🧍🏻‍♀️

“Mind if I join you?”

EZ stood up straight, droping the random beer can back onto the floor so he could turn around and look at you. He smiled when he recognized you, his head tilting.

"Join me in picking up trash?"

He chuckled but you only shrugged, the shy smile still present on your lips.

"Sure. Why not?"

Your words threw him a bit, not really ever having spoken to you apart from quick small talk, practically yelled over the music in the clubhouse. When he found the time to talk that was, the life of being a prospect not an easy one. He always thought maybe you were just trying to be nice. Perhaps felt bad for him always getting the shit jobs. Maybe that was true, but still, here you were offering to help him long after the rest of the people who hung around had gone home. EZ nodded a few times, a bashful smile on his face that mirrored yours.

"Yeah, ok. But you hold the bag. Don't want you getting your hands dirty."

You obliged and took the garbage bag from his hands, walking around with him, holding it open for him to toss the trash into.

"How much longer do you have to do this? Angel said you're getting close to a year."

EZ threw in a paper plate and nodded.

"Yeah, three months or something like that."

You smiled and shook the bag, letting everything settle.

"That's good. You work hard."

EZ stayed bent over but looked to the side over at you, brows raised. Your shoulders shrugged as you laughed, embarrassed.

"I've just seen how much you run around at the parties. Never really get a break much. But you always have a smile anyway."

He stood upright, both gloved hands holding a cracked solo cup. He walked it over to you and tossed it into your bag, eyes stuck on yours. Your gaze was warm.

"It suits you."

EZ could feel the heat rising to his cheeks and he laughed, casting his eyes down.

"Well thank you."

You smiled softly, tying the bag up with your eyes down too, that warm feeling starting to spread in your chest.

"You're welcome."

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[hanzajesthanza]

to be clear i am directly mocking the blurbs on the back of the english editions of the books…

please look at this bullshit (baptism of fire and season of storms).

they never fail to make witcher sound like a middle grade read... (i mean, it certainly can be read by elementary schoolers, but my problem is with how they advertise it over here. sometimes it’s like they did their best to strip it of any deeper meaning).

oh and before i fail to point it out. “places her in the Niflgaard court”. come on man

with our goddamn luck, the next witcher book will be like:

geralt 🐺 and dandelion 🌼 have always been the bestest 👯‍♂️ of friends 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨. but what would happen 🫢 if they broke up 🤯😭?

after a rough argument leaves him alone 🧍‍♂️ and left weakened ⚔️ by his own mistakes, like it or not 🤔 geralt has an apology on his hands 🫡.

[ultralightpoe]

ULTRALIGHT HALLOWEEN EVENT 2024

HAPPY HALLOWEEN WEEKEND! Stories will be posted from the 31st to the evening of the 3rd! A little forewarning some of these are full blown imagines and some are cheap blurbs! I hope you all have fun and had a safe Halloween!

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In The Deck - Patrick Zweig [Challengers]

Masked Martyrs - Finnick Odair [Hunger Games]

Blood Runs Cold -Geralt of Rivia [The Witcher]

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The Hex Hold - Art Donaldson [Challengers]

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Scarring - Coriolanus Snow [Hunger Games]

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Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark - Tyler Owens [Twisters]

Escape The Night - Bob Floyd [Top Gun]

Pots and Potions - Steve Rogers [Marvel]

More to come tomorrow and sunday!

[velvetcloxds]

in love with you- send me a character and an au scenario and I'll write a little baby blurb for it

Can I please ask for a Tangled!AU for Geralt of Rivia + Princess!Reader, please? Thank you!

RUFFIENS | GERALT OF RIVIA

word count: 0.8k words

warnings: reader having very long hair, geralt being a grumpy little simp

Geralt knew the feeling of frustration well, an annoyance to the point of murder, that nagging tug to his brain that had his fist shaking around his glass and his eyes burning- this time, however, the feeling was different, clouded, as annoyed as he was, he was also sort of awed, vividly aware of the fact that he didn't look away from you for even a second as you walked about the drunken witchers with a smile bright enough to light up all of Kaer Morhen despite the darkness that loomed its halls. You were hardly the threatening kind, in fact, he was sure he could quite easily force the information you promised right out of you without much, if any hassle, but when he saw you or rather saved you from the tower your mother had kept you in, he caved into taking you to see the floating lights you'd very adamantly demanded to see.

He questioned your reasoning when you so senselessly considered him a trustworthy traveling companion, it spoke of ignorance and naivety, evidence of being robbed from the company of other humans or living beings for that matter since he was yet to determine what or who you really were aside for a princess. He brought you to his winter home purely for shock value, needing to pass the stony confines on the way to your destination anyway, so he considered it only fitting to tease you some in the process- he'd not, for even a second, considered that you'd be just as sickeningly sweet in a room full of murderers as you were with just the one, him, of course.

You were currently sat atop one of the bulky wooden tables, fawning over Lambert's curls as he offered you a sip of his drink, he looked up at you much like he would an innocent deer running across his path- conflicted between finding you unmentionable adorable and just a bit too foolish and weak to be around him. He allowed you to drag a hand through his curls, musing about the ways you could braid it for him so it bothered him less, giving him advice about keeping it healthy while gesturing to your own hair that spread down the table onto the floor, comically well-kept despite what might be assumed.

"Las, I shall humour your remedies for keeping the curls at bay, but you're not bringing any leaves near me," he reprimanded and you giggled as you sat back, feet peeking out from the hem of your dress as you folded your legs under you, not at all looking like the princess the witchers were accustomed to, admittedly much more satisfying to be around, to listen to and to talk to- you'd managed to charm a group of men who hated your kind with all their hearts.

Geralt was walking towards you before he even knew it, reaching out to support your back when you leaned back just a tad too far while laughing at Lambert's opinions on the different flowers he'd seen on his hunts, listing all the very many reasons why he despised them. A few hours ago the touch of the fingers spread out over the thinning material would've felt foreign, unknown, but despite how uncharted Geralt's presence was to your existence, his touch was quickly becoming familiar, comfortable regardless of how uncaring it was.

"Careful," he grunted though the sound wasn't nearly as annoyed as he wished it to be, earning a shy smile from your lips as you moved your hair out of place to turn around towards him, looking up at him with those big eyes that were daring to break through his cold exterior. "Wouldn't want you to fall and get injured, might not make it to the stars."

"Floating lights," you reminded, he was almost regretting his mistake when your smile threatened to dip into a frown, shaking his system with nerves for being the reason for it. However, luckily the notion was interrupted by a giant yawn, the motion of you slipping from the table to stand next to him being far too smooth. "And I don't think you'd mind it all that much if you didn't have to take me to see them."

"What makes you think that?" he mused and you swore his eyes were lighter as he spoke, a sense of playfulness behind the golden orbs, but you didn't think of it too much, scared to get your hopes up, instead, you gathered your hair into a big ball in your hands, smiling at the white wolf when he helped you do so.

"Just a suspicion that I have," you shrugged in return and tucked the last few inches of roots under your arm, dreading the process of having to braid the main in the morning, not used to having to do so alone- but before you could make your way to the room Geralt had pointed out as yours, you looked back up at him with a sincere smile, one he noted to be very different from the thousand other smiles you were capable of. "Thank you, Geralt," you breathed and he was notably surprised, a foreign feeling for him, you supposed because he didn't recover from the slip of emotion as quickly as you expected. "I know you're only doing this to get something out of me, but I appreciate it still, so thank you," you leaned up to kiss his cheek, a brisk gesture, hardly long enough for him to react before you were tiredly skipping away from him.

"You need to be careful with that one," Lambert noted, a perfect position to have viewed the whole scene as he looked at his friend with a knowing nod. "A girl like that won't be easy to let go of," he explained and Geralt was frozen, dazed as he looked at the arch you just walked through, frazzled and confused as the feeling of your lips still tingled against his white skin.

"Get rid of," he corrected but he wasn't convinced and neither was Lambert because right before his eyes the witcher in question stood lingering, no doubt listening to your steps, determining if you made it safely to your room, a fool really for thinking you hadn't already thread your way into his heart.

[princessphilly]

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[deandoesthingstome]

Oooh, totally into this.

I love the way everyone's personalities are apparent, even from this short interaction, especially that exchange between Sy and August near the end.

And that last line??? Gorgeous image to be sure.

I do hope you find the inspiration to continue this, but even as a little glimpse, it's awesome.

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The axe hit the block of wood solidly, splitting it in two, the pieces falling to the side and Sy reached down, grabbing another and setting it on the stump. The early morning air was cool against his skin that had become heated as he chopped wood, his shirt having been discarded some time ago. Swinging the axe down, it split the block and he grabbed another, setting it up like the last. His breath came in dragon puffs of steam and he looked around the trees surrounding the cabin, mist and fog that would vanish with the rising sun giving them almost a fairy tale quality.

The silence was broken as someone crashed through the underbrush and his head whipped to the side as they came running out of the treeline. It was a woman, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, one of her arms covered in blood in a grisly sleeve. He set the axe aside when she saw him, running over to him.

"Please, I--" She gasped for air, her skin flush.

"Easy, darlin. Catch your breath." Sy said, holding her uninjured arm. "What happened?"

"My boyfriend he--he attacked me and I--"

"Say no more, sweetheart, let's get you out of the open and get that arm looked at." He said and she nodded, "And don't worry, you're safe with me."

"Th-thank you." She said and he grabbed his shirt from where he had thrown it, putting it back on again before leading her into the cabin. Mike jumped up from the couch as they came in, looking at their new guest in question.

"Can we have your name?" Sy asked.

"Stephanie." She said and he nodded.

"Stephanie, I'm Sy and this is my brother Mike, he's going to take a look at your arm, okay?" Sy said and she nodded, "Mike, wake the others. Tell'em we got a situation."

"Yeah." Mike said with a nod, "Come on, Steph. Can I call you Steph?"

"Sure." She said, her voice small and he gave her a small smile to put her at ease.

"First aid kit is in the bathroom, this way." He said and Sy nodded as she looked at him, touching her back gently. A crawling feeling made his shoulders twitch and he watched them vanish up the stairs before he headed out of the cabin, seeing the stranger standing there. He was tall, thin, with sandy hair, dressed in loose clothing but Sy could smell blood on him.

"Help you?" Sy asked, folding his arms over his chest.

"Where is she?"

"Where is who?"

"Don't bullshit me, I tracked her here. Where is she? Give her to me." Sy just shook his head.

"Not gonna happen." He said and the man pulled a smile that was mostly teeth, his canines sharp and Sy stretched his neck, letting the Other push forward just a little. "Ya wanna try me, son?"

"Just give her to me and I'll be out of your territory."

"You attack a girl in my territory who then finds me and asks for help." Sy said, "You think I'm giving her to you? You're delusional."

"It doesn't matter, I infected her."

"Saw that." Sy said, his jaw clenching. "But if you think I'm going to hand her over to a damn feral, you're crazier than I thought."

"Give her to me now." He snarled, the Other filling his eyes and making them almost glow and Sy let his push forward just a little more, rolling his shoulders. The feral growled at the energy he was letting off, an unnatural sound, and Sy leveled a challenging look at him.

"Give me a reason." He said, "And I'll skin you and hang your pelt on my wall."

"She's mine."

"Not anymore." The words came without a thought and he couldn't take them back. "Now get the fuck out of my territory before I rip your damn head off." The feral just snarled again, looking like he was going to lunge at him, but he eventually backed down at the look in Sy's eyes, turning and stomping away back into the trees. With a sigh, he headed back inside and found her sitting on the couch with Mike, her arm wrapped in gauze. The others were up, August and Geralt standing with their arms crossed over their chests as Walter sat with the other two on the couch.

"Feral?" Geralt asked and Sy nodded.

"He going to be a problem?" August asked.

"Not unless he wants his limbs ripped off." Sy said and Stephanie looked back and forth between them, the question writ plain on her face.

"I should--thank you for helping me, but I should probably go." She said and stood, Mike and Walter standing with her.

"Doll, we ain't gonna stop you." Sy said, "But that arm of yours is going to get worse before it gets better."

"He infect her?" Geralt asked and Sy nodded. "She can't leave."

"What?" She asked, her voice wavering slightly and the smell of her fear starting leaking into the air.

"Stephanie," Sy said, "Like I said, we ain't gonna stop you, you're not a prisoner or a hostage, but you should probably stay. Your boyfriend, he...he's a feral wolf."

"I've heard of those." She said, "But aren't they like...crazy?"

"I guess he could hide it better than others. He infected you, doll." Sy said, "Your arm will start to hurt more than it already does, and you'll run one hell of a fever. It's going to hurt, but we'll get you through it the best we can."

"H-how?" She asked.

"We're wolves, ourselves." Walter said, gently, "This is our territory which makes you our responsibility."

"We can't be adopting strays." August said and Sy shot him a look. "She can stay until it runs it's course, but then she's gone."

"Walker, you got a bad habit of thinking you can tell us what to do." Sy said and August scowled at him. "Stephanie, you can leave if you want, but you should stay." She rubbed the gauze on her arm slightly, her hand clenching and unclenching. "It's startin' to ache?" She nodded.

"A deep ache."

"That didn't take long." Geralt said. "You're staying."

"O-okay." Stephanie said and Sy went to her, reaching up and holding her face gently, looking into her eyes.

"You're safe here, doll, I promise you." He could already see her Other starting to form behind her eyes and it pulled at his.

[officerjennie]

Fluff starter prompt, omg please fkbfjff

“I think I love you.”

Greedy panda noises please 🥺❤️

This fic is dedicated to a sweet boy named Sunny that I desperately wanted to take home with me

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“I think I love you.”

Jaskier smooshed his face against the glass, dancing his fingers in the air, watching the large cat within the enclosure stretch from its tail to its large paws, claws digging into the blanket it had just been lounging on. 

He frowned, and lifted his head just enough to squint over at the piece of paper taped to the outside of the little kitty room. His tail and his large paws. Nose back to the glass, Jaskier cooed at the apparently two year old cat, his heart full to bursting as he stretched up to gently bap at the glass where Jaskier’s fingers were dancing.

“Oh, you’re just the sweetest, aren’t you? Such a good boy, the best boy.” Said best boy was also the largest cat Jaskier had ever seen, and according to his nice little blurb he liked cuddles.

Big, warm cuddles. He really never stood a chance.

“Jaskier.”

The exasperation in that tone made Jaskier pout, which really worked in his favor when he turned to Geralt. For maximum effect, he jutted his lip out a little more (he considered a quiver but thought it would be too much), and didn’t have to try that hard to get his eyes to mist.

“His name is Sunny.”

“No.”

“He’s been here for so long, Geralt!” A strategic step sideways covered up the little kitty blurb, and he hid the movement with a wild gesture. “Just- just look at him! Look at that face! Can you really say no to that face?”

Geralt didn’t look at Sunny, his arms crossed, the betta pellets they’d come for in his hand. 

“In and out, Jaskier. We don’t need anything-”

“He needs us, though.” 

“-but the fish food. Have you even owned a cat before?”

Deflating, Jaskier heaved a sigh, turning to stare wistfully at the sweet baby who was now batting around a crinkle toy behind him. “No. My father was allergic, and even after the divorce my mother couldn’t stand them. She’d apparently owned quail once and had a vendetta ever since one killed a few of them.”

“An impulse fish is one thing,” Geralt said, though not unkindly. And he was right, technically, even if Jaskier wasn’t a fan of the logic. 

Didn’t mean Jaskier was really ready to give up. Especially when Sunny meowed at him - Jaskier gasped, and cooed at him again, letting the sweet ginger boy chase his fingers. 

“He has such a tiny voice for such a big, big man. Isn’t he so sweet though?”

Geralt was quiet standing next to him, and Jaskier studiously ignored his judgment, complimenting the newest love of his life like he’d never get the chance to ever again. 

In the midst of their bonding, Geralt leaned down to read Sunny’s bio, dryly saying “been here so long” when he saw Sunny had only been there for three days. He was still reading it when a worker came by at a brisk walk, holding a dripping mop and pushing their frazzled bangs out of their face.

“He’s up for greetings if you want,” they said quickly, stopping just long enough to point at another worker who was fishing out some cherry shrimp for a mother and her small child. “She’s got the keys.”

“We can meet him?” Jaskier was certain the worker was an angel, albeit an angel barely hanging on to their sanity, and he quickly turned his big, wet eyes to Geralt again before he could try to talk him out of it. “Just a quick meet and greet. A cuddle or two. A hug? It couldn’t hurt anything, and he’s probably lonely.”

Geralt gave up in record time, sighing with a shake of his head as he went to fetch the worker with the keys. And Jaskier did his best to not be a sore winner and hid his fist pump. 

In a matter of minutes, they were let into the back, in a small room where the kitties could meet their prospective adopters. Sunny was plopped down with little fanfare, and he stretched himself out again, reaching up a nice scratching post on the white cat tree that took up a good portion of the room. 

Determined to make the most of their short time together, Jaskier picked through a toy box until he found a nice feather wand, and he did his best to get Sunny’s attention. But Sunny only watched the feather for a few seconds, batted at it once, and decided the tall man that was ignoring him was far more interesting. 

Geralt didn’t even flinch when Sunny launched himself at him, climbing up his leg like he was the cat tree. Up he went until he was standing on Geralt’s shoulders, and he let out a soft mew, bonking his head against Geralt’s hard enough that Jaskier heard it.

“Must have a hollow head,” Jaskier said solemnly, coming up next to them to pat Sunny’s side gently. “Orange cats share a brain cell, I’ve heard.”

For a split second, Geralt frowned. His hand went up to steady the large cat that had decided to sit on his shoulder, Sunny’s weight shifting as he licked a paw and started to clean his face.

“He’s not dumb,” Geralt said decisively, and if Jaskier hadn’t known any better he would have said fondly.

Or, maybe he didn’t know better. He squinted at Geralt, who was not looking at him - rather pointedly not looking at him.

“No, no. Of course he’s not dumb.” Jaskier stroked Sunny’s soft fur, letting his tail flop with a thud against Geralt’s back. “I’d hate for anyone to think he was.”

When Sunny started to purr, Geralt’s expression softened, and Jaskier had to bite back a devious grin. 

“Can you imagine misunderstanding such a sweet boy?” He sighed dramatically, scritching Sunny’s chin - and Geralt had to hold onto him to make sure the poor thing didn’t fall right off his shoulder. “I hope he gets picked by someone who would love him, and who wouldn’t ever dream of insulting him.”

“I know what you’re doing.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jaskier lied, but one look at Geralt’s face and he gave up with a full body slump. “Fine. But I’m not wrong, we could give him the best home.”

“We don’t have anything for cats at home.” 

Jaskier opened his mouth to respond, but snapped it shut, narrowing his eyes at Geralt - because that had not been his ‘we’re absolutely not doing this’ tone. And Jaskier was ever an optimist when it came to getting what he wanted.

So he leaned into his boyfriend, arm wrapped around his waist, and pet the sweet kitty who was hard at work making biscuits out of Geralt’s shoulder. 

“Pet store,” he said, catching Geralt’s gaze and flicking his eyes towards the door. “And if we’re confused, we could always ask for help picking out what he’d need. Look, Geralt, he loves you - could you really say no to that face?”

Sunny took that moment to bonk Geralt on the head rather hard, and Jaskier saw the moment Geralt gave in. 

“Fine,” he grumbled, but Jaskier was already pumping the air before he got the word out. “You’re cleaning the cat box.”

“A fair trade for taking such a sweet, good boy home.” Jaskier reached up to scratch both of Sunny’s cheeks, and teared up when the kitty started to lick his hand. He’d never fallen in love so fast in his life and couldn’t wait to set their place up for Sunny - it was going to take a chunk out of his savings but it was absolutely worth it.

Especially when he caught a glimpse of the soft smile Geralt was trying to hide. He wasn’t the only one who’d fallen in love, after all.

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

🔮The Witcher Masterlist🔮

Smut: 🔥🔥

Fluff: 🌸🌸

Heated Fluff: ⭐️⭐️

Friendly: 🌈

Angst: 🌨️🌨️

💙 Collage

💚 Oneshot

💖 Preference/Headcanon

💜 Quotes

💞 Blurb

Geralt

- Soft Reader 💙🌸

- Biting 💚🔥

- Bunny 💚🔥

Jaskier

- Slave 💚🔥

- Mermaid Serenade 💙🌸

Yennefer

- Mermaid 💙🌸

[justanoasisimagines]

The Witcher Masterlist

Eskel; ❀Travelling with (Headcanon)

Geralt of Rivia; ❀For you (Drabble)

Jaskier; ❀Blurb #1

Lambert; ❀Love (Love Letter) ❀Jealously (Headcanon) ❀To my fire, (Love Letter) ❀Sweetheart (Love Letter)

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 4/5

Book Blurb:

He’s a hot, grumpy, reclusive vampire, and the last thing he wants is an interfering human tidying his castle…until her.

Lord Alaric Valerian has a problem. His mother is visiting his castle for the first time, but she doesn’t know that Alaric has filled every room with his centuries of artistic passions and creative pursuits.

Desperate, he hires professional organiser Winnie Preston to help him tame the mess. But Alaric isn’t prepared for bubbly, passionate Winnie to show up at his castle and ram a metaphorical stake through his cold, vampire heart. Winnie sets his fangs on edge, but the more closely he works with her, the more he wishes she could be his.

So when Alaric’s mother arrives with a new bride-to-be in tow, Alaric convinces Winnie to pretend to be his fiancee. He may be causing all kinds of scandal in the vampire court by being engaged to a human, but at least he doesn’t have to give up his reclusive life.

But Winnie still doesn’t know Alaric’s a vampire, and Alaric didn’t count on Winnie’s meddling book club pinning him for a mysterious murder in the village. Will their maybe-not-so-fake-marriage survive once Winnie discovers the monster that lurks beneath his fangs?

Fangs for Nothing is a kooky, spooky, vampire romance full to the cauldron-brim with fake dating, a meddling smutty book club, murder and mystery aplenty, endless cups of tea, quirky characters, and a broody vampire with an ass so fine, Geralt of Rivia comes to him for fitness tips.

Review:

A paranormal romcom featuring a grumpy reclusive vampire and the kooky professional human organizer he hires. Lord Alaric Valerian needs help cleaning up his castle since his mother is visiting for the first time ever... and he's had centuries to clutter up his home. Then he meets Winnie Preston, professional organizer and delicious smelling human. Winnie has had a streak of bad luck, from her fiancee cheating on her with her childhood best friend and a traumatic childhood from her mother's hoarding, Winnie just wants to get the job done... so when a hot guy hires her she is determined to clean up his castle. Yet things take a turn when fake dating gets involved, the fact that Winnie is falling for a vampire, oh and did I mention there's a killer on the loose? This was a cute read, albeit fairly long, but it was cute nonetheless, the smut and romance was nice, and I enjoyed reading the relationship between Winnie and Alaric. This is the first book in a series and definitely is one I'll be continuing to read. The characters are all really fun and the romance was sweet. I definitely enjoyed reading this and can see this series being one I'd recommend!

Release Date: September 10,2024

Publication/Blog: Ash and Books (ash-and-books.tumblr.com)

*Thanks Netgalley and ARC provided by Bacchanalia House for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[velvetcloxds]

in love with you- send me a character and an au scenario and I'll write a little baby blurb for it

Can I request a Rockstar!Geralt au 🎸 where Geralt is in a rock/heavy metal band with the rest of the witchers, and the reader’s best friend Jaskier plays matchmaker for you and Geralt, when he finds out that you have a crush on him, please? Thank you!

THE WITCHERS | GERALT OF RIVIA

word count: 1.2k

warnings: I mention him swearing but don't actually show it aside for the gif- I enjoyed writing this so much you have no idea

"Move," you groaned, far beyond being friendly as yet another crazed, beyond wild fan attempted to push you out of the way, security was busy at the front of the hall, close to where it led into the backstage area where some of the band members were humoring the fans by waving at them.

You were just barely keeping your sanity as you tried to push through with the bag of takeaway Jaskier had asked you to pick up and bring to the back entrance before the show, the back, which he had conveniently forgotten to mention would be packed with screaming and shoving girls, and boys, and everyone in between, to be fair it was expected, but usually he'd have someone wait at the door to escort you, today you weren't so lucky.

"Get off," you nearly shouted, disbelieved as someone pushed you right into the wall, paying no mind to the pain the action might cause as they held you there, hand scraping the bare brick wall and earning a hiss from your frowning lips as you realized it tore some skin. You were going unnoticed by everyone, you were sure if Lambert took a moment to stop flirting with the girl in front of him he'd have the perfect view of you, but alas, you got lost among the other faces, drowned out by the other voices.

So you started shoving back, acting with the same yet very differently intentioned urgency to shove your way to the front, ignoring every rude comment or recoil until you were almost at the front, pausing only when you realized who was responsible for your lack of escort.

Geralt was standing on the top of the three steps that led into his dressing room, three guards perched in front of him, trying hopelessly to keep people from pushing up the line, everyone fighting for a quick touch, a wave, hell even a passing glance would drive them to unconsciousness. He wasn't doing anything, really, not that he had to, just leaning back against the very wall you'd hurt your hand on, looking down at everyone through his lashes, golden eyes doing nothing to keep them calm as he hid an amused smirk. It was teasing really, seeing how much he could get from them without doing anything at all as he held one hand on his knee with a foot perched against the wall and the other combing through already messy white strands, driving them mad, driving you mad.

"Hey, white wolf!" your voice broke through clearly now, clearer than you'd thought it would, the man in question searching for your eyes instantly, only you knew the little self-proclaimed nicknames Jaskier had given the band members, only you spent enough time with the lot of them to call it out so casually. You smiled, admittedly shyly when he found you, his smirk deepening slightly when you held up your arm to show him the bag in your hands. "You're welcome," you mouthed, no need to shout now that he held you in his gaze, no need to hear it to know he grunted in reply.

As if you'd not endured enough, he paid witness to you once again being guided around by the stream of people, an elbow to the side and a hip trust from the other making you stumble enough to drop the goods, your groan far too dramatic as you bent down to retrieve it in the little space you had. You briefly heard his voice, briefly because as soon as he spoke it egged on a choir of cheers and roars, the excitement only aiding your struggle as you stumbled to the ground and you huffed out a sigh, looking up and around you in defeat. You had no idea why the roaring got even louder until a familiar face appeared in front of you, guards circling the pair of you to make some room.

"You okay?" he demanded, it was loud, a shout that sounded like a whisper due to your surroundings, you managed a nod, vividly aware of the burning glares you received as he grabbed your waist to guide you from the floor, a breach in the circle pushing you taut against his chest. He swore under his breath, shaking his head, rolling his eyes, the full Geralt trifecta as he took the bag into his hand, other hand entwining with yours before he roughly led you to the front. "You should have texted one of us before coming through," he reprimanded lightly once you were safe behind a gate of guards, hand still in his, breath still caught in your throat as he made no effort to put some space between you.

"Jaskier said it was clean back here," you sighed, the guilty party sitting on a chair behind you, not at all bothered by the ordeal you just faced as he looked from you and Geralt's entwined hands to your face with a tooth-rotting smirk and like a bolt of lightning striking through your senses you realized what was going on in that stupid rockstar head of his.

"Jaskier, is an idiot," he grunted and you breathed a laugh, nodding in agreement as you looked down at your other hand, drops of blood tracing your knuckles. Geralt had handed the bag to Lambert in the process, the only thing more important to him than scoring a girl to take to his hotel after the show was food, a bag full of it as he disappeared into the dressing room. "The beasts wounded you," the blonde at your side noted, not even hesitating before taking that hand in his as well, thumb brushing just under the small scrapes as you shrugged.

"Well, I had no witchers to protect me," you quipped in a soft tone, shy, not because he was this big famous rockstar everyone loved, but because he was this big brooding softie that made your knees weak without even trying.

"I see," he was grunting again, a new record, you noted in your head, but it was softer, lighter, more of a caring sound than what he usually used it for. "I think I'll have to keep you at my side for the rest of the night," he offered and you were burning, inside out as the heat rushed to your cheeks because the offer wasn't at all as innocent as he made it out to be, eyes darkened under the hanging lightbulb as he looked at you. "For your safety," he explained and added a shrug, faux sincerity and you rolled your eyes, really just needing to break eye contact.

"Very noble of you."

"Oh, I am all for nobility," and he was leading you away, already going straight for the first aid kit to dress your wounds, making sure you were in fact as close to his side as possible, absolutely devouring the way you melted into him so delicately, so perfectly and he was already thinking of ways to keep you at his side long after tonight.