Fic: All Your Tattered Pieces, Geralt/Jaskier, NC-17
Title: All Your Tattered Pieces (14/14)
Fandom: The Witcher
Pairing: Geralt/Jaskier
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 88k
Tags: Angst with a happy ending, intimacy, mental health issues, PTSD, anxiety, depression, friends to lovers, affection, endearments, cuddling, developing relationship, miscommunication, learning to communicate better (with each other, but also just in general in Geralt’s case), fighting/arguments (that get resolved), Jaskier!POV, tears, aftercare, emotional hurt/comfort, Geralt’s unresolved trauma, kink negotiation, kink exploration, protective!Geralt, protective!Jaskier, top!Jaskier, bottom!Jaskier, top!Geralt, bottom!Geralt, first time bottoming, oral sex, anal sex, anal fingering, marking, light dom/sub, dom!Jaskier, sub!Jaskier, dom!Geralt, sub!Geralt, service-top!Geralt, biting, scratching, bruises, praise kink, rimming, making out, Geralt has a big dick, Jaskier has a pain kink, kissing, Geralt has issues with intimacy (during sex but also just in general), self-esteem issues (on both their parts), cock worship, body worship, touch-starved Geralt, not actually unrequited love
Summary: ’I let you hurt me every day,’ Jaskier thinks, but doesn’t say. That’s his fault, not Geralt’s. A wiser man would run away from this kind of heartache, but Jaskier’s never exactly had great self-preservation instincts. Besides, if Jaskier gets to have this – sitting naked in a forest with his fingers in Geralt’s hair – then wisdom can absolutely and categorically just fuck off.
Or, Geralt and Jaskier try to fuck their way through Geralt’s intimacy issues. It doesn’t exactly go as planned.
This was the kiss he’d been waiting for. It was a gunshot. It was prairie fire. It was the spin of Makker’s Wheel. Jesper felt the pounding of his heart—or was it Wylan’s?—like a stampede in his chest, and the only thought in his head was a happy, startled, Oh.
Please do not use, edit, or repost my art without permission.
Head on over to the newly built turbofanatic.com to download it, plus the prior three comics, in .pdf form.
For those who don't know, Aphelion is my sci-fi webcomic, featuring hive minds attempting to combat an extraterrestrial threat, and one poor guy caught up in the war.
Be forewarned, there's a lot of body horror, violence, and the occasional bit of existential dread.
Belphegor keeps his pain buried so deep, even he isn't fully aware of it. An undercurrent forever replaying the moment his sister died, as he watched her bleed from his place of safety in his twin's arms. The endless scream that lingers beneath his soul, the one that started as he fell and saw his brothers fall beside him. The heartbreaking howl that pierced high above it all when he felt his fingers close around your throat.
It's easy to act like he doesn't care. He holds it all in and sleeps it all away, never confronting the guilt, the shame, the confusion. It's better that way. His brothers will look after him still. They wake him up when he falls asleep at school or dinner, they carry him to his bed when he's dozed off somewhere unusual.
And you… you seem to think that his pact is enough. That he belongs to you now in a way that makes up for what he did to you. You could forgive him over and over again, but that can't change the way he shoves everything aside. Nobody ever bothered to ask him if he forgave himself.
It still surprises him sometimes, when you smile at him. When you take his hand as if that hand never hurt you. The most unexpected moments when you fall asleep in his arms, cozy and safe.
How could you ever trust him again? How can he trust himself with you?
Belphie loves you so much it hurts. It's like a tangled heartbeat that thuds through every other sound of suffering that's always pulsing through his fallen soul.
He knows he can never take back what he's already done. And he also knows he can never give up the way your love seems to fight for him inside himself, beating back every memory, every hurt, every nightmare.
The truth of his past will always be there, waiting to overtake him, to force him into a slumber that will help him forget. And yet Belphie finds that he can put it off a little longer than he used to. He would rather be awake with you because every time you say his name, a tiny piece of that pain heals.
The digital English translation of my first published comic is up and available for purchase!
The comic "Break what fate builds", draws inspiration from historical events from the 12th century and motifs from the Byzantine Empire that ruled these areas. Through the characters' eyes, this story focuses on the relationship of young people within the Balkan & their home, distortions of identity, things long lost and much more.
You can get the digital version of Volume 1 here (available in both English and Macedonian) <3
Arval Fireemblemwarriorsthreehopes and A Xenobladechronicles3futureredeemed were a targeted one-two strike against my gender identity, and I will never forgive them for it (affectionate).
Rotting brain alert: Betty wished for Simon to be kept safe, but Simon is actively trying to make himself the Ice King again to ensure the safety and magical status of Fionna and Cake's world, but Fionna and Cake's world was illegally created in his head, so by the rules Scarab is following Simon must be killed, but Golbetty will never sign off on that death warrant bc the express purpose of her existence right now is "keep Simon safe", but Scarab is doing all of this for selfish reasons (to take down Prismo over an old beef) so he's likely not going to take kindly to Golbetty saying he can't kill Simon to destroy the illegal universe, and ajfhdksahfkjlda LOOK AT ALL THIS SET-UP FOR A GREAT SEASON FINALE, OH MY G O D