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wordsbyarwen · 2 years ago

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my top 5 works/chapters of 2022

@ehay has tagged me in this in the past, but i’m the actual #Worst at doing these things no matter how much i want to. But this year i produced a lot of work that i’ve really enjoyed not only writing but also looking back at for a revisit for my own enjoyment. We’re our own worst critics for sure, especially six months after the thing is posted, but some of these resonate with me continuously.

I feel very blessed to be able to continue to produce works not just for myself, but that other people enjoy ^^ Listed chronologically by publication.

1. like a river loves a stone (Rated E, 10,719 words) Kicking it off with the fic that was supposed to be a quick 2k M rated bit and turned into... this. I love the ideas that came out of it though, and the tender playfulness at the end. Canon-divergent rewrite of the bath scene in the beginning of s2 of The Witcher, occuring after my work “stone in your water” but sort of its own little pocket universe. Characters: Tissaia, Yennefer, Sabrina, Triss, Murta Ships: Tissaia/Yennefer, Sabrina/Triss (drive-by, only if you squint)

2. (and you knelt beside) my hope torn apart (Rated G, 2922 words) I wasn’t too thrilled with Yennefer’s return this past season, nor of how she claimed to travel the world trying every remedy in one month. Not the best-executed story (it was written quickly and with no beta for the Witcher Bows and Arrows prompt “home”), but i have a lot of feelings about this take on Tissaia and Yennefer’s reunion. Characters: Tissaia, Yennefer Ships: Yennaia

3. Chapters 2 and 3 of you’ll be an architect, so pull up your sleeves (Rated M, 15,713 words total) Listing this as one entry because the two chapters were supposed to be published one. I’m glad i split them into two though, because i wound up devoting a lot more time to the content in chapter 3 than i intended, and i’m so, so glad i did. I come back to this fic over and over again, and i can definitely say it’s my favorite of those listed here. Follows Yennefer and Tissaia as Tissaia has begun to finally really recover after the events of the Coup. The path to recovery is not easy, and it’s filled with bumps in the road. This one features gentle hand-holding, new clothes, tender touches and, somewhere in the desert, a hidden well. Characters: Tissaia, Yennefer Ships: Yennaia

4. i feel my heart start to tremblin’ whenever you’re around (Rated M, 6618 words) Was this the best executed fic of the year? No. Those 6600 words were written and edited in 2 days and had no beta. Chekhov’s six guns are scattered across the stage. AND YET, this ballroom dance au lived in my head for about 6 months before i wrote it down, and i’m so glad i finally did. A very quick slow-burn, in that it takes place over months but those months go by rather quickly in the fic, and a delightful little romp of a modern AU with a very sexy Tissaia and a very hopeless Yennefer Characters: Tissaia, Yennefer, Triss Ships: Yennaia, Sabrina/Triss (but only mentioned)

5. still your hands an still your heart (all the morning glows anew), chapter 8 (fic rated M, 62024 words, ongoing) It was hard to pick only 5 works, especially only one chapter from this fic, because i’ve had SO much fun writing it, but this first glasshouse tour between Tissaia and Yen in the florist!au is just so much. Yennefer is high-key, Tissaia is stunning, Triss is an angel. There are plants, and tender touches, and misplaced concern and gay floundering. It’s got a lot of the good stuff! And it has STUNNING artwork by ehay right over here! Characters: Tissaia, Yennefer, Triss (Jaskier and Rita feature in other chapters) Ships: Yennaia (bonus Geraskier, Sabrina/Triss, and some not-so-drive-by Rita/Tissaia, not romantic, in other chapters)

Honorable Mention: a tender green is showing (rated G, 2959 words) Another one that may not have been super well-executed, but this one was slammed out and got all of its edits done in 3.5 hours so forgive me. A longer-form version of an au headcanons post about organic farmer Tissaia and chef/cafe owner Yennefer. I loved this silly prompt, so i wanted to give our girls a little more time on the screen, so to speak. A micro-slow-burn if you will. Yennefer is smitten. Tissaia said “pretty sure she’s smitten so i am going to Present Myself Before Her until she takes the hint that i feel the same.” Purely lighthearted fluff.

#2022 faves #ehay #LOOK AT HER ART #fanfic #Yennaia #because of course they're all Yennaia #The Witcher #Netflix The Witcher #Yennefer of Vengerberg #Tissaia de Vries

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leverage-ot3 · 1 year ago

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11,17,20

Proudest moment?

bro I wrote this but I have no idea honestly

Favorite thing about yourself?

I’m passionate about helping others! And my tattoo plans are to make my body a garden which I love 💖

What are the fanfics you’ve ever read?

okay so this depends on fandom!

the witcher

we are known by the stories we share (geraskier, witcher!jaskier)

Watch Me Burn (geraskefer, yennefer stayed nilfgaard court mage au)

The Likes of You (geraskefer, fake marriage au, jaskier’s family)

Rivers Run Series (geraskier, river god jaskier)

Dead Weight (jaskier x lambert x aiden, banshee jaskier au)

Love’s Worth Running To (jaskier x geralt x eskel, au)

and i plan to be forgotten when i'm gone (yes i'll be leaving in the fall) (geraskier, cursed jaskier au)

Sing for Me, Little Lark (geraskier, bdsm club au)

Kiss a Frog (When He's Your Witcher) (geraskier, spy jaskier au)

The Red Prince (geraskier, fae jaskier au, witcher god jaskier)

the only way to breathe is to scream (geraskier, separate worlds au, famous singer jaskier, jaskier’s family is mafia)

Belong (geraskier, x men world au, teacher jaskier)

for she has done mischief (geraskefer, jaskier fucks a god and gets a baby out of it, jaskier’s family, parent trapping)

Business Partners (geraskefer, ice skating au)

if i'm good will you come back (geraskier, jaskier reincarnates au, heartbreaking and beautiful)

stranger things

How A Resurrection Really Feels (steve harrington x eddie munson)

Paradise By The Dashboard Light (steve harrington x eddie munson)

Good Ol' Fashioned Sexuality Crisis During the Apocalypse (steve harrington x eddie munson)

Touch and Go (steve x billy- lowkey though, I do not like billy and do not ship them but this was done really well; pre-steve x eddie; crossover with black phone)

The Idea of Something Binding Us Together (steve had powers au, steve & eleven are siblings)

The Future Mrs Harrington (steve & robin friendship, fake relationship; time travel au)

Look Right Through Me (steve was taken before will, steve & will friendship, steve & hopper)

Sanctuary (steve x eddie, steve goes missing in 1985 au)

leverage

Hearts Wrapped in Clover (leverage ot3, eliot never joined leverage au)

Ten Prides in Portland (leverage ot3, ten years of pride months in portland, a beautiful fic)

kids (aren't) alright (leverage ot3 teen au)

red notice

I Don't Care About Anyone (nolan x sarah x john)

marvel

In The End, She Appears (darcy x bucky, darcy is a banshee au, unfinished)

Daughter Of Athena Series (darcy x bucky x steve, darcy is a demigod au)

Red Threads of Fate (steve x bucky x fem!harry potter, soulmates; SO GOOD)

In Search of Elysium (darcy x bucky x steve, no avengers au)

The Super Soldier Job (leverage x marvel crossover, leverage team helps bucky after tws, leverage ot3 obviously)

Birds of Desire (darcy x steve x bucky, soulmates)

This Is My Hand (darcy x steve x bucky, soulmates)

Tread Softly, Angels (darcy x steve x bucky, soulmates, one of my first beloved fics)

Irreverence Is My Superpower (darcy x steve x bucky)

Here And Where You Are (darcy x steve x bucky, darcy has powers)

Surrender My Bones (darcy x steve x bucky, apocalypse au, unfinished)

bewitched, bothered, and bewildered (darcy x steve x bucky, darcy is a witch, THIS FIC MY BELOVED, unfinished)

the fortune teller (darcy x steve x bucky, immortal fortune teller darcy)

misc

Of the Northmost Winds and Skies (jack frost x hiccup, don’t judge me I was curious and then it altered my brain chemistry)

#asks #aceasadhd #jackie talks #about me #mine #ask games #fic recs #the witcher #red notice #stranger things #marvel #leverage

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typicalopposite · 2 years ago

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Sooo… 😏😏

and as a gift I ask y’all to give me ideas for multi fandom oneshots for a series I want to make (Bedtime Stories) that’s fairytale aus :)

Y’all would make my day with this! My fandoms are…

Spn (Destiel)

OFMD (Gentlebeard)

Stranger Things (Steddie)

Good Omens (Ineffable Husbands)

Lucifer

Starsky and Hutch (Starsky/Hutch)

Dark Angel

The Witcher (Geraskier)

Sherlock Holmes (RDJ Movie and Enola Holmes) (JohnLock)

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senashenta · 4 months ago

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Don't You Forget About Me

Title: Don't You Forget About Me

Pairing: Lambden, Geraskier mention

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, Graphic Violence

Summary: Lambert is out on a solo Hunt when his wereWOLF turns out to be a PACK of wereWOLVES. Things go bad fast and he's forced to summon Aiden for aid-- he nearly dies, but Aiden goes to Kaer Morhen to get help, totally blowing the cover off their relationship in the process. Aiden thinks it's a fair trade for Lambert's life. Lambert thinks Aiden doesn't know his FAMILY.

Notes: More Witcher SPN AU. Man, I used to be better at writing fight scenes than this. What happened to me? I guess if you don't use it you lose it. Anyway. Back to proper order for these fics. The next one (Rewarding Heroism) should be up in a couple of days. It's porny, maybe more people will like it. *shrug*

More Lambden in this one. They are still (and will always be) my favorites in this AU, though I’m not entirely sure why. There’s just something about their dynamic that hooks me in. Don’t get me wrong, I love Geralt and angel!Jaskier (and Julian), and Eskel with familiar!Lil’ Bleater, but Lambert and crossroads demon!Aiden will always be my precious loves in this AU, I think. Haha.

DON’T YOU FORGET ABOUT ME By Senashenta

Lambert hated Chicago. It was cloudy and blustery and he could definitely see why they called it The Windy City. While he was there it always seemed to rain constantly, which didn’t help matters, especially since he didn’t own an umbrella (and probably wouldn’t have used it even if he did.) The buildings were crowded too close together, the city was too grey, the people were rude, and it took him an hour to find a decent bar his first night in town. (That last one was just the cherry on the cake as far as he was concerned.)

Lambert hated Chicago even more when he was out on a Hunt in the fucking rain and his simple werewolf job turned out to be a much more complicated pack of werewolves job.

It wasn’t as if Lambert hadn’t done his due diligence with the case. He’d spent nearly two weeks leading up to the full moon tailing the suspected werewolf that Eskel had tipped him off to and the man had maintained a schedule you could set your watch to. He lived alone, didn’t appear to have any close friends or work acquaintances, and stayed in on Friday nights.

Everything Lambert was seeing pointed to a solitary werewolf, which, while uncommon—in his experience wolves preferred to run in packs—happened from time to time. One werewolf he could handle. Vesemir had been right to just send him.

On the nights directly before the full moon, Lambert began sitting on the man’s apartment starting at sunset and going until sunrise the next morning. There was no way to tell at what point in the lunar cycle around the full moon a werewolf would start shifting, or what time of night it would happen, since it only happened when they were asleep, so he had to cover his bases.

He was getting pretty tired of sitting on stakeout in his car—though he fucking loved his car, a 1967 Shelby GT500CR Mustang in rust brown, classic, unlike the beat-up pickup trucks his brothers both drove, he just didn’t want to live in it—especially alone. It was dull. He privately wished Aiden was there to keep him company. It would have helped to pass the time, at the very least.

His (im)patience was finally rewarded on the night before the full moon itself. Around three o’clock in the morning he was just about to nod off out of boredom when the beast crawled out of one of the apartment windows and scaled down the fire escape to the sidewalk below.

Lambert watched it look around for a moment and then slink down the block—and then turned his car on, idling for another long few seconds to make sure the werewolf had some lead time before following it, slowly, at a distance. It was moving with purpose, going somewhere specific, that much was obvious, and Lambert wanted to see where it was headed before he finished it off.

The streets were vacant anyway, so it wasn’t like his curiosity was putting anyone in danger.

In the end, the creature ditched the main roads fairly quickly and Lambert had to dump his car and follow on foot with his silver sword strapped to his back and a pistol full of silver bullets tucked in the back of his jeans. After countless side streets and alleyways and some pointless backtracking, Lambert found himself in the meat packing district, watching the werewolf enter a particular warehouse through a first-floor window.

Lambert waited a couple of minutes to make sure the werewolf wasn’t directly inside the window and ready to pounce—then climbed in after it. As soon as he had eased through into the building, he dropped down to his feet lightly, already reaching for his gun just in case. When nothing immediately jumped out at him, he relaxed ever so slightly—but not entirely. His guard would stay up from here on out.

This wasn’t the first time he’d been in a meat packing plant, and there was a certain organization to how they were all laid out, so it was easy enough to navigate the building. Lambert crept along the corridors, following the werewolf’s scent—musty and wild and wolflike, familiar but not at the same time—down to the production floor and then farther, deep into the building to where the meat lockers were located.

He carefully cracked the door to the first locker, but a quick once-over found it empty, hanging cow carcasses aside. Lambert exited swiftly and moved on to the second, which proved to be just as werewolf-free. The third locker, however, had its’ door hanging open just a little bit—the slightest crack—and Lambert quickly tucked his gun away again and unsheathed his sword, steadying himself before stepping inside.

Four pairs of luminescent eyes lifted to stare intensely at him, and Lambert swore under his breath. “Oh, fuck me.”

An entire pack of werewolves wasn’t exactly a One Witcher Job, but here he was, standing in the doorway with his sword at the ready, blocking their only escape route, and things were about to go bad. They were literally trapped animals. But they were trapped animals that had to be exterminated, regardless of the situation he found himself in, so Lambert dug in his heels and braced himself even as the first of the werewolves dropped the carcass it had been scavenging from and leapt at him with a snarl.

Lambert blocked the abrupt attack at the last second with his sword, pushing with the flat of the blade until the werewolf fell back a step, a brief reprieve before the rest of the pack rushed forward, claws slashing and teeth snapping.

What followed was an absolute clusterfuck. Lambert lost his sword almost immediately—it was sent flying out of his reach by one of the werewolves that was aiming to tear his heart from his chest. Lambert fell back just long enough to pull his gun from the back of his jeans—but that only gave him twelve rounds in the clip plus one in the chamber. He would run out quickly. He also yanked his buck knife out—it wasn’t silver, but it was better than nothing.

Before he could even get a shot off, one of the werewolves lashed out, catching him across the chest with its’ claws, cutting deep furrows into his flesh. Lambert grunted and spat a curse, stumbling backward and bringing his gun around, taking his first two shots. They both missed but he didn’t have time to be pissed, he was too busy dodging to the side to avoid another frontal attack, his fresh wounds flecking blood across the ground as he moved.

But dodging to the left just put him in the path of another werewolf, one that was just as committed to him seeing a bloody end as the rest of its’ pack. Lambert brought his pistol up but before he could get a shot off, he was effectively backhanded, sending him flying into the nearest wall. He collided hard with the concrete, the breath completely knocked out of him, his head bouncing off the floor when he landed. His vision swam and his gun fell from his grasp, skittering across the room.

The next thing Lambert knew a clawed hand was grabbing at his ankle and he was being yanked across the room, tossed into the middle amongst the half-eaten cow carcasses. He didn’t even have time to get his bearings, to clear his spinning head—before he was completely disembowelled, his guts splattered all across the floor.

Lambert grit his teeth hard against the unimaginable pain and fumbled with one hand for his wallet, panting heavily as he pulled out Aiden’s card and swiped his thumb across it, leaving a bloody streak behind and trying valiantly not to die in the meantime. The werewolves were sniffing around, getting closer again, and he was in imminent death territory, here—

“LAMBERT?!”

Aiden’s voice. Thank the Gods. Lambert would have laughed, but all he could really do was wheeze pathetically. For Aiden’s part, the demon took one look around the room—and then his expression hardened and his eyes flickered to black.

Lambert couldn’t see what happened next, but he could hear the howls and shrieks of the werewolves as Aiden tore them limb from limb, until, finally, the commotion died down and the demon waded through the bloody corpses over to Lambert’s side. He shoved one of the cow carcasses out of the way and dropped down onto his knees, hands hovering uselessly over Lambert’s injuries.

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, I can’t fix this! Not without making a deal!”

“So… so make a deal…” Lambert managed to cough out, spitting blood the entire time. “I’ll… I’ll make a deal… I trust you…”

“No fucking way, Lambert, I’m not doing that to you, not ever, I—I—” Aiden stood again, all his clothes covered in blood and gore, and told Lambert urgently, “I’ll be back. Just. Two seconds. I’m going to get help.”

Then he blinked out of sight, leaving Lambert laying in a growing pool of his own blood, surrounded by werewolf corpses and very quickly working his way toward death. Aiden was only gone for maybe two minutes, but it was the longest two minutes of Lambert’s life, and when he blinked back into existence it was with Jaskier at his side—and oh, Gods, he had gone to the bunker.

“Lambert!” Jaskier hurried to his side and knelt down next to him, then just placed his hand against Lambert’s forehead—and just like that he was completely healed, though he felt like he’d been hit by a sledgehammer. Lambert groped at his stomach just to make sure everything was whole again before slumping back for a moment and taking a few deep breaths.

“Thanks, Jaskier.” He managed gruffly, after a pause, and then; “Aiden.”

Aiden and Jaskier both helped him to his feet, and he quickly gathered his weapons, all the while Jaskier was chattering away as usual, “your demon friend popped into the bunker, scared us all to be honest. But he swore you were in trouble, about to die, so I said I’d go with him. Good thing I did… honestly, Lambert, four werewolves? What were you thinking?”

“Wasn’t supposed to be four.” Lambert grumped. “All the intel said one, not a whole pack.” He paused to pick up his gun from a pool of blood, grunting softly when he straightened up. He may have been healed, but he still ached where he had been injured, and he had been gravely injured this time around. If Aiden hadn’t gone to get Jaskier… well. It all would have been over for him, that much was for sure.

He wiped as much of the gore off his gun as possible and tucked it into the back of his jeans again, then retrieved his sword—just in time for Jaskier to pat a hand on his shoulder and teleport them back to Kaer Morhen. All of them, even Aiden, which came as a surprise when Lambert looked around the bunker and saw the demon standing just a couple of feet away from him. Aiden seemed as surprised as he was—but quickly moved past it, stepping closer to look at Lambert with obvious regret in his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” He apologized, though what for Lambert had no idea, “I know I shouldn’t have come here, but I couldn’t help you, not without making a deal, and I swore to myself ages ago that I wouldn’t ever do that to you, I—”

“Aiden, stop.” Lambert’s reply was quiet and gruff but with feeling behind it. He lifted one hand to grasp the side of Aiden’s neck, squeezing there firmly, grounding. “Why are you apologizing? You saved my life. You risked your life to save mine. They could have killed you the instant they saw you—or exorcised you, anyway. That’s—”

“Ahem.” Geralt’s voice. Lambert jerked slightly. He had almost forgotten where they were. He shifted on his feet, eyes flitting around the room and back to Aiden before landing on Geralt, who was standing in the entryway to the living area and demanded, simply, “explain.”

Aiden took a step back from Lambert, who let his hand drop away from the demon’s neck. He licked his lips absently, tasting coppery blood, and gave a little grimace at that before he finally spoke. “Aiden and I… met a while back. Back when Geralt was injured on that wendigo Hunt, and we couldn’t…” Trailing off, he glanced sideways at Aiden again, then continued, “I went to a crossroads and made a deal. For Geralt’s life.”

“You what.” This came from Eskel, who was seated at the dining table with Lil’ Bleater half-hiding behind him. “Lambert.”

“What was I supposed to do? Geralt was going to die!” Lambert defended, “and that was before Jaskier came along, I—I did what I had to!”

“How many years?” Vesemir spoke up, his tone grave.

“Ah—no. It wasn’t like that.” Lambert shook his head and chanced another glance at Aiden—and was the demon looking amused, now? Gods, he was going to fucking kill him. “We reached another, uh… arrangement.”

Geralt quirked an eyebrow. “Arrangement?”

“I wanted him for his body.” Aiden piped up then, making Lambert squawk and smack a hand into his arm. Aiden ignored him. “I got to fuck him, and you got to live. No bartering for souls or years. Simple.”

There was a long, long silence after that, Lambert glared daggers at Aiden the entire time while everyone else just… digested what they were being told. Then Jaskier started to grin—and finally giggle to himself, and that seemed to break the tension. The angel snickered as he wandered over to stand by Geralt, leaning up to drop a kiss by his cheek lightly. “Lambert literally got fucked to save you.”

“Oh my Gods, Jaskier, shut up.” Lambert muttered under his breath.

“But this,” Eskel nodded between Lambert and Aiden, who was grinning himself now, “is obviously more than a one-time thing.”

It was said as a statement, but really more of a question, Lambert shifted on his feet some more, awkwardly, because how was he supposed to explain to his family that he, a fucking Witcher, was in what amounted to a long-term relationship with a Godsdammed demon? He didn’t think they would take it well. But there wasn’t really any denying what was between them, either, not after Aiden had zapped himself in there to get their help in saving his wretched life.

“We’re—” Lambert began before breaking off and clearing his throat, glancing at Aiden and wishing he would stop fucking grinning, Godsdammit. He felt like a child being interrogated by his parents, and here Aiden was enjoying the entire thing. “We meet up. Sometimes.”

“Define ‘sometimes’.” VesemirLambert asked from the kitchen doorway.

“A lot. Every couple of weeks or so, lately. Basically whenever Lambert is on Hunts by himself.” Aiden put in his two cents again, and chuckled when Lambert swore under his breath. “What? They’re going to find out. Might as well come from you. Or, I mean, me, I guess.”

Eskel regarded his brother dubiously. “You’re fucking a demon.”

Lambert gestured toward Geralt, “he’s fucking an angel!”

Geralt just gave him a flat look. “You and I both know that’s two entirely different things.”

Lambert had to give him that, but still. He looked at Aiden for a moment before heaving a sigh and shaking his head. “I’m not going to try to explain myself. You’re just going to have to trust me that you can trust him.” And then a quick glance down at his clothes, torn to shreds and soaked in blood, and he added, “if you don’t mind, we’re going to go get cleaned up now. I literally just had my guts ripped out. I need a few minutes.”

There was another long silence and then Vesemir spoke up again, nodding toward Aiden; “don’t let him wander around by himself.”

Lambert just nodded before grabbing hold of Aiden’s arm and steering him out of the dining area, down the corridors to his room. Once they were inside and the door was firmly shut behind them, he glared daggers at Aiden, who just grinned and held his hands up in a placating manner. He, too, was still coated in blood and gore.

“You just can’t leave well enough alone, can you?”

“What? I was helping!”

“I never wanted them to find out about our deal, back when we first met.”

“Look, they weren’t going to take ‘I’m fucking a demon just leave it alone’ for an answer, Lambs.”

“They’re never going to look at me the same way again.”

“Is that a bad thing? They still trust you, obviously, or they wouldn’t have let you bring me farther into this… bunker… thing. What do you even call this?”

“Kaer Morhen.”

“That is not really an explanation, but okay. Kaer Morhen it is.”

“Aiden, this place is sacred, you can’t—”

“Tell anyone? Please. I’m not going to blab about your secret bunker. Which is surprisingly not demon-proofed.”

“It is, just… clearly not well enough. And if I want you to be able to keep coming around, we can’t up the warding, either. Fuck.”

“You want me to keep coming around?”

“Well—I just—I mean—”

“It’d be nice. Not to always have to meet up in shitty dive bars.”

“…yeah.” And then, “thank you. For today. If you hadn’t come, I would’ve—”

“I always come when you call, Lambs, and I always will.”

Lambert gave a tired looking smile. Being healed by Jaskier was miraculous, yes, life-saving, definitely, but had left him tapped for energy. He needed to clean up and then rest, preferably for a good, few hours. To that end, he did a quick cleaning of his sword and gung, set them aside once he was done, then quickly stripped out of his ruined clothing and headed for the little bathroom that attached to his bedroom. (It wasn’t much but it had a shower so he didn’t complain about the size.)

Aiden just watched him quietly—until Lambert stopped in the doorway and half-demanded, “you’re not getting in my fucking bed covered in gore. So, get your clothes off and get in here with me”—at which point the demon’s grin widened even more and he began pulling his own clothes off as well.

“No funny business.” Lambert told him, grumpy, as they climbed into the shower together. “I’m too tired.”

“Whatever you say, Lambs.” Aiden replied, still smiling, “whatever you say.”

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #lambden #lambden fanfiction #witcher spn au #shut up sena #sena writes #don't you forget about me by senashenta

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otaku-tyriq · 5 years ago

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Geraskier Moodboard

Angel Geralt x Human Jaskier

This AU is loosely inspired by Corvus’ backstory from Dragon Quest IX.

Geralt, an angel, got badly hurt while fighting some demons ending up with a destroyed halo and broken wings. Luckily Jaskier finds him and nurses him back to health but instead of returning to the realm of the Allmighty Geralt decides to stay on earth as the guardian angel of Jaskier’s village and finds himself slowly falling in love with human bard

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saintnoname2 · 3 years ago

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Okay, so you know how at the end of Angels in America, Louis asks Prior if he can come back and Prior tells Louis (paraphrasing) "I love you. But you can never come back. Ever." And then in the epilogue, it flashes forward five years and Prior and Louis are still friends, but Prior stayed true to his words and they never got back together?

I could see something like that with Jaskier and Geralt.

#now I want a geraskier Angels in America au #with some inspiration drawn from Rent as well #Jaskier #geraskier

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bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher · 4 years ago

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here have a lyric of the song i'm currently listening to as a title prompt: you make me feel like heaven needs to take its time

“You Make Me Feel Like Heaven Needs to Take its Time”

Every fandom needs a fallen angel au... so...

Jaskier is the heir to a ridiculous amount of money

He’s also a rather popular stage actor at the moment

While taking a break from acting and relaxing at his enormous estate, there’s a sudden earthquake and a flash of lightning

When he goes outside to investigate he finds a gravely wounded man on his lawn with two strange injuries down his back

The man only knows his first name: Geralt

Jaskier takes him in because he’s an idiot with zero sense of self preservation

Nurses Geralt back to health

Suddenly odd things start happening around the house

The flowers on his kitchen table last for two months rather than two weeks

His cat’s lung problem disappears overnight

His car suddenly runs like a dream

Nothing is going wrong? But how? And why?

Geralt keeps getting stronger and so does Jaskier’s good fortune

Eventually they fall in love

(nursing someone back to health does that)

Lots of fun goofy bits of Jaskier explaining the human world to Geralt

Geralt being George of the Jungle levels of silly/himbo

Happily Ever After of course

#geraskier #geraskier fic outline #geraskier prompt fill #geraskier ficlet #bouncey answers #bouncey's endless au collection #fallen angel geralt #creature geralt #fallen angel au

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clevermonkey93 · 4 years ago

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Mr Frilly part 2

Part 1

Jaskier makes pizza with Geralt and Ciri. It’s cute and fluffy. Oh and they flirt.

also on ao3

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Jaskier wasn’t nervous. He absolutely wasn’t nervous. Except he was. He totally was because he had a dinner date – was it even a date? It’s just dinner, come on Jask – with a gorgeous hunk of a complete dork of a dad that was utterly besotted with his angelic little gremlin. And Jaskier had just met him. Just met Geralt and Ciri and already he was determined not to blow it. Frankly, Jaskier didn’t care if Geralt wasn’t interested – he's probably ten years older than me, he’s got a kid, he might be straight-straight not just kinda straight – but he so desperately wanted to spend more time with them both and get to know them.

God knows he could use some more friends. Valdo seemed to have left their relationship with all their mutual friends, but I suppose that’s what happens when you date a guy from university for four years and just make friends with all his music friends and –

Jaskier wanted so badly to get this right.

Which is why he stood outside the Rivia house – a beautiful old tall town house which Jaskier would have bet has one of those gorgeous long winding gardens – with a distinctly not-rubbish film and some flowers. A simple but beautiful bunch of wildflowers that Jaskier had stared at for at least fifteen minutes at the shop after he’d left Geralt and Ciri in confectionary. He’d decided to risk it but they’re white and delicate so if he's read the vibe completely wrong they’re obviously for Ciri.

He knocked. Geralt said not to ring the doorbell because next door has a baby.

Oh God I should have changed. Why am I still wearing my shopping clothes and this dumb scarf –

“Hey, Jaskier.”

Jaskier looked up to see Geralt at the doorway, long white hair tied up now and an apron at his waist – oh man why is that sexy?

He had a flour smudge on his cheek and his shirt was covered in flecks. Jaskier was about to tease him and ask why he’s only got a tiny apron when he's wearing a black shirt when he heard footsteps behind the man.

“Mr Frilly!” Ciri cheered as she joined them in the doorway. She was wearing a full-size apron which on a child should look utterly ridiculous but she was also wearing an expression that said she was in charge.

“Already started on dinner I see!” Jaskier said with a grin.

Geralt looked down at his shirt and gave a very sweet shrug before standing to the side and gesturing for Jaskier to join them inside.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he offered. Ciri had already bounded back down the hallway so Jaskier shuffled in and started to wiggle his shoes off with his feet. This inadvertently drew attention to the flowers in his hand.

“Uh, I brought these,” Jaskier started, studying Geralt’s face carefully. Beneath the white smudge of flour there was a distinct pink blush. He didn’t think Geralt looked uncomfortable but oh God it’s so hard to tell. “I brought these.” He repeated quietly.

Jaskier inched the flowers forward to Geralt and thank God he took them. Geralt smiled. No doubt there, that was a proper nice smile.

“Thank you, Jaskier,” he said softly. Jaskier felt Geralt's hand on his shoulder and he was about to say something when –

“Daddy, the dough has gotten SO big!”

Jaskier and Geralt shared a little laugh before Geralt lead him further into the house.

The kitchen was in surprising order considering the state of the chefs, and Jaskier and Geralt walked in to find Ciri proudly holding up a bowl of proofing dough.

“I’ll show you how to make a base,” Ciri said excitedly.

“Wash your hands, Ciri,” Geralt reminded her and Jaskier also took his turn at the sink. As he dried his hands, we watched Geralt dig around a cupboard for a vase, as though he hadn’t used one in a long time, before carefully arranging the flowers to sit in the middle of the kitchen table.

It was a wonderfully sweet evening. Jaskier and Ciri both managed to get covered in flour as they tried to shape pizza crusts while Geralt seemed to be able to do it blind and helping them at the same time.

Jaskier had figured they’d be using tomato puree (he won’t admit to how many years at university he’d lived on pasta and tomato puree) but Geralt brought over a pan of homemade tomato sauce that smelled so good. Even better was the proud little smile he made when Jaskier told him how good it smelled. Best yet was the blush and sudden inhale Geralt didn’t manage to hide when Jaskier couldn’t resist sticking a finger in to try a lick.

“Toppings!” Ciri exclaimed as she carried what Jaskier assumed was a stack of everything from the fridge. Cheese quickly went absolutely everywhere as they each assembled a pizza and it turned out the pair had a tradition of making an extra Frankenstein pizza with every topping.

They loaded them into the oven – “Daddy's going to build a pizza oven in the garden next spring,” Ciri excitedly informed Jaskier. “But they’re still good in the oven.”

Geralt started to clear up while the pizzas cooked, and Ciri immediately vanished. Jaskier stood next to him at the sink to dry things up.

“Thank you for asking me over,” Jaskier said, even though it was clearly Ciri that asked. “I'm really glad I’m here.”

Geralt Hmmed at that, and Jaskier had started to notice it might be his default setting but it sounded like a happy Hmm at least. “What would your Saturday night have been otherwise?” Geralt asked.

“Oh, um,” Jaskier hesitated and dammit he knew he was blushing but he’s going to think I'm so naive and just struggling and – “Well, I’m usually performing at some venue or another, if I’ve managed to get any bookings.” He looked over at Geralt and he seemed interested, not like he suddenly regretted inviting a hipster over, so, “I sing and, uh, play guitar. Among other things.”

Geralt nodded, and definitely didn’t look at Jaskier's mouth when he bit his lip nervously, except Jaskier definitely saw his eyes dart down.

Jaskier shrugged. “But nobody knows me around here. Not yet anyway,” Jaskier laughed quietly. “I’m on at the open mic night this week at Posada's –”

“The live night at The Mandrake is pretty good,” Geralt cut in. Jaskier couldn’t have contained his smile even if he’d tried. Honestly, so many people laughed at him for still trying and –

Breathe, Jask.

“Yeah? What kind of music do they usually have? I mean, well, a lot of my covers usually go down really well, but I also play a lot of my own songs,” Jaskier asked as he dried up the last bowl. Damn it, he was starting to ramble. But he looked over again at Geralt and the man was nodding, and Jaskier thought he might have Hmmed again. Silently though. Jaskier got a little distracted again watching Geralt dry his hands on Jaskier's dish towel and then start to put things away.

“Hmm? What sort of things do you write?” Geralt finally asked, and he definitely stood closer than he needed to as he reached around Jaskier to pick crockery up from the counter.

Jaskier was absolutely not about to reply something like meeting hot dads at the supermarket when the oven timer beeped loudly.

“Pizza!!”

Jaskier jumped a little at Ciri's sudden – immediate – reappearance and although he had no real reason to blush, his cheeks felt like they were on fire.

Geralt laughed ever so quietly. Jaskier eyed him carefully as the man's mouth turned up in the slightest smirk. Oh, Geralt was teasing him.

Jaskier flicked the dish towel at Geralt before joining Ciri at the oven, taking the mitts from her before she could try to hurt herself carrying too many hot pizzas. They took the pizzas to the lounge and before Jaskier could worry about where he should sit, Ciri sat him in the middle of the sofa because that’s where guests sit, Mr. Frilly.

“What film are we watching?” Ciri asked, sat on the floor in front of the telly to get to the DVD player.

“Oh!” Jaskier popped up again and went to his bag. “Have you guys seen The Princess Bride?”

Ciri had not and Gert agreed it was a not-rubbish film. Not that Jaskier would have judged him too harshly if he didn’t liked his favourite film.

He sat between Geralt and Ciri as they ate pizza, and Jaskier definitely agreed it was at least the best pizza in town and quite frankly until he tried ‘Papa Vesemir's’ pizza, he was willing to say best ever. They watched the film, Geralt and Jaskier both half watching Ciri watch it for the first time. When Geralt took his hair out from its bun, Jaskier couldn’t help but reach over to tuck a stray lock behind his ear before Geralt tied half of it back anyway.

Away from the warm kitchen, it cooled down quickly in the lounge so Geralt pulled the throw blanket over them from the back of the sofa. He laughed softly when Jaskier stole the opportunity to tuck in closer as his arms were raised, and then laughed properly when Ciri used Jaskier's distraction to steal his frilly scarf.

Jaskier must have dozed off towards the end of the film because he woke up to Geralt carefully easing him up from leaning against his chest as the credits rolled. “Just putting Ciri to bed.”

Ah, yes, parenting to be done. Jaskier blinked himself awake somewhat while Geralt followed Ciri upstairs. As he listened to muffled arguments about whether she'd brushed her teeth for long enough and how many stories she needed before sleep, Jaskier took their cleared plates back to the kitchen.

He was putting the last of the clean dishes away when Geralt reappeared.

“The princess sleeps?” Jaskier asked softly. Geralt Hmmed at him, leaning against the door frame in a way that looked far too good for him to not be aware.

“Are you awake now?” Geralt teased, and Jaskier admirably resisted sticking his tongue out. Really though, he only resisted because he finally closed the distance between them and leaned up, hopeful, towards Geralt. He was pretty sure, but Oh god what if he really had misread things –

Geralt kissed him. He kissed him softly, steadily and with a firm hand holding Jaskier's hip to his waist.

Jaskier sighed, only loud enough for Geralt to just hear. “Yeah, I'm awake.”

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spacewitchqueen · 4 years ago

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Angel!Geralt x Demon!Jaskier

I commissioned this art from @ galraart (Twitter)

And my fic for it on AO3

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king-finnigan · 5 years ago

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Play With Fire - part 6

Masterlist!

The tender boys become feral again. Time for more smut!

(Jaskier be like *mood swing* *mood swing* *mood swing* *mood sw)

Edit2: Used to contain dubcon elements, but I now edited it to contain explicit consent, since I wasn’t comfortable with what I first posted.

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“Well,” Geralt mutters, burying his face in the crook of Jaskier’s neck, “I’m going to miss you.”

He feels nimble fingers carding through his hair, tucking it behind his ears. “What do you mean, love?”

Geralt scoffs, pulling back a bit, looking into impossibly blue eyes. “They know you used my badge to escape, and well, you killed two people, so they’re gonna charge me with involuntary manslaughter. They’re handing the file to the cops tomorrow.”

Jaskier frowns at him, hands tightening on his shoulders, something dangerous taking over in those blue eyes, his jaw clenching. “Who’s they?”

Geralt shakes his head, kissing Jaskier softly. “Don’t worry about it. It’s alright.”

“No, it’s not.” Jaskier’s voice is cold, sharp as steel, and Geralt knows he should be scared, reasonably, but he can’t bring himself to be.

“It is.” He shuts the young man up by putting a hand over his mouth, and Jaskier frowns at him. “It is. I don’t care. I made a mistake and I need to be punished for that. I really don’t care, as long as you’re safe.”

He doesn’t know where this is coming from, doesn’t know why he doesn’t give a shit about his own life, doesn’t know why he’ll willingly trade his freedom to ensure Jaskier’s. He doesn’t know, but he doesn’t care, either.

“And maybe you should stop killing people, that’d also be nice,” he adds, for good measure.

“Oh, love,” Jaskier says, pushing Geralt’s hand away, some of the familiar snark returning to his voice, “we both know that’s not going to happen.” He leans forward, brushing his lips against Geralt’s. “Just tell me their names and I’ll take care of them for you.”

Geralt sighs, leaning backwards, away from Jaskier. “You can’t just kill everyone who gets in my way, dear. It’ll be suspicious and it’s just gonna land me in more trouble when the next person finds out.”

Jaskier grins at him, hands lightly tugging at the small hairs at the nape of the guard’s neck. “You called me ‘dear’.”

Geralt freezes for a second, as he realizes that he did indeed just call Jaskier ‘dear’. He shrugs, hands tightening around the younger man’s waist. “You don’t like it?”

Jaskier laughs, leaning forward, kissing him deeply. “I love it.” He looks at Geralt sternly. “Still, I’m gonna need their names.”

Geralt smiles, kissing the tip of the young man’s nose. “And I’m not gonna tell you.”

“Youll end up in jail if you don’t.”

“I’ll probably end up in jail anyways if I do.” He sighs. “Why are you so opposed to me being punished for my crimes?”

Jaskier frowns at him. “Because you didn’t do anything wrong. And besides,” he pouts, “I’ll miss you.”

Geralt smiles again. “We both know I did plenty wrong. I let you seduce me.” He leans forward, their noses brushes, smiling lazily. “Twice.”

“Thrice, if you count that time on the phone.”

“You’re just proving my point more. And don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll find someone else soon enough.”

Jaskier frowns, pulling back, hands on Geralt’s shoulder, blue eyes searching his face. “Do you think I’d really move on so quickly? Do you really think so lowly of me?”

Geralt blinks. “I- I just thought-”

“What? That I didn’t mean it all those times I told you I love you?”

“No, I- I just-” he sighs, not sure what to say. “That’s not what I meant, dear.” He buries his face in the crook of Jaskier’s neck again. “I’m just saying that you shouldn’t wait for me to get out of prison. I’m not worth that.”

He hears Jaskier sigh. “Say it again.”

“What?”

“Dear. I like it when you call me that. Do it again.”

Geralt chuckles, sucking a small hickey into Jaskier’s neck. “Anything for you, dear.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

The hand that’s been stroking through his hair stills, tightening into a fist, Jaskier’s voice growing cold. “Then tell me their names.”

He clenches his jaw, not letting Jaskier pull his head back. “No.”

Jaskier growls wordlessly, pushing Geralt back into the pillows, keeping his hand tightened in the silver hair. “Tell me their names.” His blue eyes are cold, spitting shards of ice into Geralt’s skin.

“No,” Geralt repeats, not budging a bit.

Jaskier snarls at him, strong, nimble fingers gripping his throat right underneath his jaw, tipping his head backwards. Geralt growls back, hands coming up to grasp at Jaskier’s forearms.

The young man bends forward, bringing his face close to Geralt’s, blue eyes shooting fire, features contorted in rage. “I’m not gonna let you go to jail, you hear me?” he hisses at Geralt. “Tell. Me. Their. Names.”

“No,” Geralt spits back. “I am going to jail, I am going to be punished for my crimes. Try and fucking stop me.”

Suddenly, Jaskier lets go of his throat, sitting back on his haunches, face relaxed and slightly amused. Geralt doesn’t know where the sudden change came from, but it does scare him. Just a little.

“Oh?” Jaskier asks, voice suddenly light and innocent, a drastic contrast with the rage he seemed to exude mere seconds ago. “So you want to be punished for your crimes?”

Geralt narrows his eyes at him. “Yes, that’s what I just said.”

Jaskier smirks down at him, one hand softly taking Geralt’s wrist. “Alright, fine. Have it your way.”

Geralt frowns. “What-”

Before his mind can process it, Jaskier’s taken something from the nightstand, pushing Geralt’s wrist up. Something cold touches his skin, and before he can resist, Jaskier’s already taken his other arm, pushing it up as well, closing the handcuffs around his wrist.

The little shit’s chained him to the bedframe.

“Jaskier,” he growls out through clenched teeth, tugging at the handcuffs, “get these off me right the fuck now.”

The young man laughs, bending forward, pressing a few small kisses under the line of his jaw. “You said you wanted to be punished. So here I am, punishing you.”

Geralt frowns as Jaskier moves off him, standing next to the bed, taking his shirt off, revealing lean muscle and a surprising amount of hair. “This isn’t exactly a punishment. At least not enough.”

“Oh, really?” Jaskier asks innocently, pushing his jeans and underwear off in one movement, kicking them off, and Geralt has to fight not to stare. “It’s okay, love, you can look,” he says innocently, as he straddles Geralt’s lap again. “Back to what I was saying,” Jaskier continues, bending to the side, opening the top drawer of the nightstand, “I’m sure this is plenty of punishment. After all, I know how much you hate not being in control.”

And Geralt does have to admit, he’s itching to be free of his bonds, to be able to be in charge of the situation. Jaskier smiles at him knowingly. “And trust me, love, I’ll make sure it feels like punishment enough, once I’m done.”

The words and the growl in Jaskier’s voice sends shivers down Geralt’s spine. Finally, the young man finds what he’s looking for, slamming the drawer shut. “Ah, there it is,” he mumbles.

Geralt frowns down at the bottle of lube that’s tossed onto his stomach. “How did you know-” the question sticks to his tongue as a realization dawns on him. He lets out a long-suffering sigh. “You went through my shit while I was asleep, didn’t you?”

Jaskier shrugs, his fingers trailing lightly over the muscles of his stomach. “I got bored. Not my fault you’re such a heavy sleeper.” He leans forward, kissing Geralt softly. “Last chance. Tell me their names.”

Geralt clenches his jaw again. “No.”

Jaskier sighs, taking the bottle of lube. “Then you leave me no choice, love. Tell me, have you ever fucked a man before?”

Geralt frowns, but nods. “A few times, yes.”

“And tell me, love,” Jaskier leans forward again and Geralt hears the unmistakable sound of the bottle of lube being opened, smells a hint of pineapple as Jaskier pours some in his hand, “have you ever been fucked by a man before?”

Geralt freezes, then blinks. “No,” he whispers, and Jaskier grins widely.

“Well,” he whispers against the skin of Geralt’s jaw, his slick fingers reaching down, softly caressing Geralt’s balls, “I’m honoured to be your first.” He pauses for a second, the determination in his blue eyes subduing a bit. “Unless you don’t want to, of course.”

Geralt hesitates, thinking for half a second. Of course, he’s a bit nervous, but those few times he’s been with a man had always left him a bit curious, as to what it felt like to be filled, stretched open and fucked - though he’s never trusted someone enough to ask them to do it to him.

And, strangely enough, he trusts Jaskier.

“I want to,” he says, and the cockiness returns to Jaskier’s eyes, as Geralt plants a chaste kiss to his lips.

He gasps, arching his back off the bed a bit as Jaskier’s fingers slip inside the cleft of his ass, circling his rim.

“Hmm.” Jaskier leans back a bit, blue eyes studying his face, as he softly pushes the tip of one finger into Geralt. “This is going to be so much fun.”

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