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all-hail-the-witcher · 4 years ago

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please, if you’re in the mood......... tell us more about pre-trials geralt

sorry this got buried in my ask box for a few days i run an ao3 tag blog also and things tend to get a little lost sometimes

here are my pre-trials geralt hcs:

-first of all, his Looks

-pre-trials geralt is Hot

-like okay, post-trials geralt is hot too but like you know what i mean

-he has long brown curly/wavy hair

-bright blue eyes

-his voice wasn't nearly as deep and rough, it was more smooth and he was very good at using it to sweet talk himself out of anything

-obviously he was tall, but like lean muscular, not as jacked as he is later

-and he was always smirking

-essentially he looked like that picture of henry cavill in the sweater

-this one:

-but his hair was a little longer and a little more curly

-and speaking of his hair

-he took much pride in it

-and he would do his best to upkeep his curls

-he’d braid it, put it up, do fun intricate styles sometimes when he got bored and couldn’t sleep

-he wears leather bracelets

-and he always kept the laces or buttons on his shirt undone

-also he was a fan of just wearing the witcher equivalent of undershirts (chemises? idk)

-at that point he didnt have nearly as many scars, but he had a few from like training and shit

-in his opinion, they were enough to make him interesting and mysterious (and not a “monster”)

-he kept his shirts unlaced to show off the one slicing through his collar bone

-he would regularly work out shirtless (despite vesemir’s disapproval)

-and he’d put his freaking medallion between his teeth every now and then

-his medallion is the equivalent of a fuck boys gold cross necklace

-essentially he's a fuckboy. a witcher fuck boy.

-and everyone is in love with him

-and he knows it

-the younger baby witchers are so enamored by him (including one baby lambert)

-and why wouldn't you be? he's attractive, he’s funny, he loves to pull pranks, and he can talk himself out of any situation

-oh thats the other thing about pre-trials geralt

-he talks. a lot.

-flirts with everyone. other trainees, the older witchers, even the mages (which comes back to bite him later)

-they claim he never uses the same line twice (he doesn't)

-he tries to learn as many languages as possible cause he knows people find it sexy when you speak another language

-and then there’s eskel

-he and geralt are Immediately Bros

-they look similar so they pull pranks on people

-but it only works on the newbies usually cause everyone else can tell them apart by the fact that geralt’s far more outgoing and talkative and eskels a little quieter

-they know the whole keep inside out and backwards

-every secret passage, every room, every everything

-they hang out on the roof

-they have stashes of food and sweets and alcohol pretty much everywhere

-they “sneak out”

-and they throw parties

-well “parties”

-which usually consist of getting a few other trainees together and drinking

-they almost always get caught (cause hello they're in a keep full of fucking witchers) but geralt always talks them out of trouble

-they love pulling pranks on the mages cause they're so easy to annoy

-geralts the mastermind of all of them

-he steals their herbs, replaces them with other stuff, you know, classic hijinks

-but they love trying to prank vesemir the most

-it never works

-but they still try

-and there are many rumors about geralt that circle the keep

-hes like the regina george of kaer morhen

-people claim he's slept with everyone to the mages to trainees to witchers

-he knows all these cool knife tricks and sword tricks

-part of witcher training at this point is being absolutely wooed by geralt

-so then the trials happen

-eskel and geralt have a big party the night before and for once vesemir doesn't try to interrupt because he knows most of them will probably die the next day

-and eskel and geralt are talking about how they're gonna have another big party after they all get through the trials

-thats another thing

-most of the boys are at least a little terrified of the trials

-geralt is not

-hes extremely confident and cocky

-he even picks his post trials name: geralt eric rodger du haute bellegarde

-vesemir rolls his eyes, but knows there's no point in trying to change his mind

-but anyway

-the trials happen

-geralt and eskel both survive along with a few others

-and geralt’s eyes aren't blue anymore but thats okay cause he's still pretty much the same otherwise

-all the kiddos are relieved cause they likes geralt and eskel u know and if he can't survive the trials then what chance do they have?

-but then

-one day a few days after the trials

-eskel notices that geralts not in their room and he's like hm cause they're still kinda recovering from the whole thing so where the hell would he go

-hes missing for a few days. maybe a week or two

-eskels freaking the fuck out

-no one knows where he is

-but then he's back

-but he’s not the same

-the mages got revenge on him for bugging them all those years by giving him extra mutations

-vesemirs pissed cause that wasn't what was supposed to happen

-geralts definitely different this time cause he lost more than just his eyes

-his long curls are gone, replaced by straight white hair

-he has fangs that make it awkward to talk cause he’s not used to them and he bites his lip

-even if he wanted to talk, that is, which he doesn't

-cause during the extra mutations he had a potion that burned his vocal chords a little bit and now its all gruff and gravelly and it hurts to talk

-eskel realizes very very quickly that geralt is definitely not the same anymore

-starting with the fact that he refuses to look at eskel

-because they looked so similar before, so thats his biggest reminder

-eskel is extremely guilty and cuts his hair very short

-but geralt still refuses to leave his room for some time

-cause now he thinks he looks and sounds like a monster, and he never wanted that

-everyone else though just falls more in love with him

-hes mysterious and striking and so different from all the other witchers

-he finishes his training as quickly as possible

-only speaking when absolutely necessary and otherwise just grunting (which everyone else finds incredibly sexy)

-he stops really caring about his body and just lets it gat scarred. it doesn't matter anyway what he looks like he's already a freak (in his head)

-and he doesn't flirt anymore. and he certainly doesn't smile.

-and he changes his witcher name to something more simple and forgettable: geralt of rivia

-but the stories of him continue long after he's left the keep

-and on the occasion he comes home for the winter, the trainees all strain to catch a glimpse of the elusive geralt

-every now and then when he gets really drunk he might crack a smirk or say one of his old pickup lines

-but other than that, pre-trials geralt is all but buried deep in his subconscious

-that is, until he meets jaskier

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queenxxxsupreme · 5 years ago

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I present u with a challenge: write a geralt x reader one-shot based on Black Moon Lovers' "A White Demon Love Song".

A/N: I accept your challenge. And I’m sorry, did you say angst? Also this is like the only time I will write Geralt being a personal heater. If you’ve read my shit before, you know I love the idea of Geralt being an ice cube and clinging to heat the same way a reptile does :) And I didn’t use the entire song because this thing got so far away from me sorry not sorry this is what I’ve been working on for the last three days

Warnings: pure angst, no happy ending :)

Word Count: 3.9k

Note: I’m not trying to shit on Yennefer. I love her with all my heart. She’s just a bitch by nature and that’s okay so am I

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Your heart raced furiously within your chest. Your eyes were open, glued to the ceiling. Your fingers clenched the linens beneath you in some sort of feeble attempt to pull yourself from the nightmare plaguing your dreams.

It was the same nightmare you’d had over and over again, off and on for weeks now. You always dreamed of the White Wolf. It started out happily. You both were content, sitting side by side at a table. Beneath the table, his hand would rest upon your knee. He’d be whispering something in your ear, something you couldn’t remember when you woke up. But you remembered the very real feeling of happiness, pure, unadulterated happiness.

It was just after you would giggle at something he said when things went downhill. A woman you could never see the face of sat down on the other side of him, taking his attention away from you. Then his hand would leave you and he’d turn his back on you.

You’d wake up in a cold sweat, your stomach churning like you were ready to vomit. Rejection was something you were used to, but with him, it was foreign and excruciating.

The nightmare had long since become a reality.

You’d known Geralt of Rivia and his travel companion, Jaskier, for six months before the mage came into the picture. You’d saved Geralt’s life on a hunt and when the fighting was over, you found yourself staring into heavenly golden eyes. He offered to pay for a meal at the tavern he was staying at. Jaskier was quick to suggest that you join them. He secretly wanted someone to be able to watch over Geralt’s back should he need it.

It had been just a short three months since Yennefer came into the picture, since Geralt wished that she be forever tied to him. You weren’t certain of the details but you didn’t want to know either.

White demon love song down the hallWhite demon shadow on the road

Two Months Later

Even while you slept, you couldn’t stop thinking of the witcher. He was everywhere. In every reflective surface you passed, in every tired smile you saw. Hell, sometimes you’d hear his voice. It seemed like you always found something that reminded you of him.

Snow falling from the sky made you think of how his pale white skin was cold to the touch. But just like a snowflake, when you’d touch his arm or his shoulder with a soft hand, he’d melt. Though he wouldn’t allow anyone else to know it, he was a sucker for gentle gestures.

Anytime you’d pass someone with a cloak shielding their face from the outside world, you thought of the same way Geralt wore the hood to his cloak. He often used it to cover his head. His hair was a tell-tale sign of who he was, what he was. If he didn’t want to draw too much attention to himself, he’d just wear his hood.

“Y/N, are you even listening?”

You turned your head to Jaskier, raising your brows.

“I’m-I’m sorry?”

You’d been too busy watching the door, awaiting for the witcher himself to show. You sat at a table towards the back of the inn’s tavern with the bard. Geralt had gone to put Roach in a boarding stable and said he’d be back briefly. Surely that meant any time soon.

Jaskier sighed gently as he watched you look back to the door. Every time it opened, he could see the brief flicker of excitement cross your features. You always lit up whenever Geralt was around.

Deep down, you knew he wasn’t going to come join you and Jaskier. There was a brothel you’d passed coming in to town. His relationship with Yennefer was-at best-undefined, but it was there. They felt for each other and at any chance, they’d reconvene and fuck until they’d had their fill of each other. But lately, Geralt had been visiting brothels between his visits with the violet eyed mage. He was an insatiable man. Whether it be because of the need he had to be with Yennefer, or just because that’s who he was, he often used wenches and whores from brothels to pass the time.

“You and I both know he isn’t coming, Y/N.” Jaskier spoke softly. His words, though not meant to be hurtful, stung.

You dropped your gaze to your hands, your fingers tightening around your mug of ale. Your chest squeezed and you felt sick. You nodded your head, pressing your lips together in a tight line. You sniffled and took a shaky deep breath.

“Love, I hate to see you like this.”

“I’m fine, Jask.” You lifted your head, forcing a smile on to your lips. “Just thought…. I just thought it’d be nice for us to hang out. You know, like we used to. Just the three of us.”

You shrugged your shoulders softly, dropping your gaze back to your drink.

“Guess he doesn’t have time for us anymore.”

Jaskier moved out of his seat and slid into the seat next to you. His arm wrapped around your shoulders and he pulled you in for a hug.

“That isn’t true, Y/N, and you know it. He’s just…. he’s adjusting to having Yennefer around.”

“It’s been three months, Jaskier.”

“I can assure you, he doesn’t get attached to people easily.”

“Oh, I know.” You muttered under your breath. The ache in your chest hurt, but at least you felt something, right?

Back up your mind, there is a callHe isn’t coming after allLove this time

One Week Later

It was a chilling night spent between villages. You all had decided to settle down and make a camp just before the sun disappeared behind the trees. As the sun disappeared, a bitter cold took its place.

You sat around the campfire Geralt had built. He sat across the fire from you with Yennefer by his side, as always. Jaskier was just a few feet off to your left. You rubbed your hands along your forearms, your eyes studying the flames while your ears listened to Geralt tell a story to Yennefer. It was of one of his first Selkiemore hunts.

You weren’t really taking in any of what he was saying. You were listening to the sound of his husky, low voice. His voice was the first thing you fell in love with. He had a way of making everything that fell from his lips intoxicating. The deep hum from within his chest when he grunted was something you never wanted to forget.

You remembered feeling it for the first time. It was during a bitter snow storm that plowed through the village you had stopped in. Jaskier made his usual rounds at the tavern down the street from the inn. You and Geralt retired to a room and settled into bed. The fire in the hearth did little to keep you warm and Geralt noticed this. You were shivering in the bed next to him beneath your own set of blankets.

Without saying a word, he moved closer to you and wrapped one arm around your waist to pull you into his chest. Younstiffened up at first, unsure of what he was doing. But as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, you melted against him.

“Is this okay?” He asked you quietly.

“Yes. Thank you.” You smiled to yourself. “You’re nice and warm.”

He hummed softly, the vibration carrying through the shirt you wore. It was oddly comforting to feel it, to know he was so close to you, protecting you from the cold.

You used to share a room with him before Yennefer arrived in his life like a hurricane personified. Jaskier often had company of his own, so you and Geralt became accustomed to sharing a room.

She likes the way he singsWhite demon love song’s in her dreams

Two Weeks Later

You walked with Jaskier through the corridor of the inn. He laughed at something you said, a joke made about the rude old man running the place. As you both turned down the last hall that would take you to the rooms you’d be staying in for the night, you came to a stop.

Just down at the other end of the hallway, Yennefer and Geralt were embraced in a passionate kiss. He had one arm wrapped around her and the opposite hand holding her cheek.

You chest tightened unbearably. You couldn’t stand to watch them.

Your arm slipped from the bard’s and you turned, fleeing the inn. You ran and ran, unable to stop your legs. They took you as far away from Geralt as they could.

It was nightfall before he found you. You were sitting on a large rock next to a creek, your legs folded beneath you as you stared at the running water.

Surely what he felt for Yennefer wasn’t true. He made a wish. Their connection was through a magic tie. It was fake, a knockoff for love at best.

You knew the feelings you held for him were honest. You cared about him, hated seeing him hurt when Yennefer did something like spit mean and hurtful things during an argument–which they frequently had. You hated seeing the way his eyes would glaze over with a hardness when villagers said anything regarding him being a monster. It made you furious. Why couldn’t they treat him like the hero he was?

But he felt nothing for you.

White demon, where’s your selfish kiss?White demon sorrow will arrange

When he found you sitting on that rock, he could smell the salty tinge of your tears in the air. He could hear the way your heart beat in your chest, steadily and quicker than usual.

“Y/N?”

You swallowed down the lump in your throat and forced the tears away.

“Y/N, I’m sorry–,”

“No.” You cut him off sternly, shaking your head. “I-I don’t want to hear it, Geralt. I just-I don’t.”

He stopped a few yards away from you.

“It’s getting late. You should come back with me.”

Anger grew within you like gasoline being added to a fire. You stood to your feet and stepped away from the rock.

“I know you feel something for me, Geralt. There was a connection, a strong connection between us before she came along-,”

“Don’t bring Yennefer into this.” He warned.

“She is the reason I can’t stand to be around anymore, Geralt!” You shouted at him. “You are so blinded by magic, by a spell that made you fall in love with her-,”

“What do you want from me, Y/N?” His voice, usually warm and kind, was hard and stern. He was growing agitated with you.

Your fingers curled into fists by your sides and tears of anger pooled in your eyes.

“I want you to admit that you feel something for me.” You spoke through clenched teeth in an attempt to hold back the tears. “I know I’m not the only one-,”

“What do you want me to do, Y/N? How the fuck am I suppose to know if I feel anything for you?” He growled, taking a step closer to you. “I know that I care for you. I would never wish harm to come to you. I-I enjoy having you by my side, but how am I suppose to know if those feelings run as deep as you think?”

“Kiss me.” The words fell from your lips before you could stop them. You paused for a moment to gauge his reaction but he said nothing. “Kiss me, and you will have your answer.”

He was close enough that one more step put him toe to toe with you.

Your heart raced so loudly in your chest, you were sure anyone within a ten miler radius could hear its frantic and wild beating within your ribs. Your stomach twisted with butterflies as he placed one of his hands, massive and calloused, upon your cheek. Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling and you unintentionally leaned into him.

His lips pressed to yours with such a softness that you could feel yourself melting into him. Your hand came up to hold his bicep and then the other went to his shoulder.

There was an underlying bitter taste to the kiss. This would either make or break your relationship with Geralt. This was your defining moment.

You were confused when he pulled away, your brows drawing together. When you opened his eyes, you saw the look in his amber eyes of disappointment.

He wanted to feel something for you, but it wasn’t there.

“You felt it, didn’t you?” You quietly asked, hope tainting your weak voice. You squeezed his arm to encourage him. The wrinkle between his brows that came when he was unhappy with something told you all you need to know. You just needed to hear him say it. “Tell me you felt it. Please.”

He softly shook his head.

“No.” The gentle word was uttered quietly. He retracted his hands from you and took a few steps away, almost like he couldn’t stand to be close to you anymore.

It was funny how one word, one small word, could crush you.

“I still want you by my side, Y/N.”

His words took too long to process. You were trying to focus on not vomiting or crying out. You wanted desperately to beg him to forget about Yennefer. You wanted things to go back to the way they were, when he didn’t choose her over you.

You blinked and nodded, biting your bottom lip.

“Okay.” You agreed in a hoarse whisper. You couldn’t just leave him be. Often times, locals were more willing to talk to you than the brooding Witcher. You were useful to him.

“It’s late.” He glanced around, needing to look at something other than your heartbroken eyes. “I’ll walk you back to the inn.”

You shook your head, still biting your bottom lip as you struggled to contain yourself. The dam within you was flooding and you were drowning, unable to save yourself and without anyone to save you.

“I-I want to walk-to walk back alone.”

He watched you for a few moments but you couldn’t look at him. Your eyes were fixated on the ground beneath his boots. He turned and headed back in the direction of the village.

You waited for a while, wanting him to be out of earshot when you broke down.

Your hand came up to your lips, brushing gently over where he’d kissed you. A mournful cry fell from tour lips. It was gut-wrenching and heartbreaking.

Your knees buckled and you collapsed to your knees. One hand covered your mouth while the other held your upper half up. Your nails curled into the dirt, fingers fisting around tufts of green grace.

Let’s not forget about the fearBlack invitation to this place that cannot change

Two Days Later

You sat alone at a table in the corner of the tavern. Your hands were loosely wrapped around the mug of ale you’d been nursing for the better half of an hour.

You could hear the boisterous crowd of patrons enjoying the night drinking, sharing stories, and laughing, but it was all muffled. It was as if you were miles away and could only hear the little noise.

Your eyes focused on hour cup of ale while your thoughts ran wild.

It had been just a short two days since you and Geralt kissed, and you hadn’t spoken to him since. You wondered if he was staying away because of how foolish you’d acted, how you let your emotions get the best of you. You should’ve just shut up and forced everything down like you always did.

Jaskier approached your table, taking note of the way your fingers slowly constricted around your drink. Your eyes were empty, void of any emotion. But there was a glossy tint to them, one that had been there for a few days now. It was like you were constantly on the verge of breaking down into tears.

“Hi, love.” The bard greeted you gently, turning the chair next to you around so he could face you. You looked at him very briefly, offering him a forced smile. “I’m worried about you. So is Geralt.”

“No he isn’t.” Your voice was hoarse and quiet. Your gaze flickered over to where he stood at the counter with Yennefer. His head was turned to face her, giving you a perfect view of the gentle smile on his lips as he looked down at her. “He has her.”

Jaskier followed your gaze.

“But he still needs you.”

You stood from your seat and finished off the rest of your drink.

“I’m leaving, Jaskier.” You sighed out gently.

“I’ll go with you.” He pushed himself out of his chair.

“No, Jaskier. I mean I’m leaving leaving.”

He furrowed his brows as he gazed at you.

“Like forever?” He murmured gently. “Love, you can’t do that.”

“Sure I can.” You nodded your head, trying to sound as excited as you were upset. “I’ve stayed far longer than I should’ve. I never meant to stay this long.”

“But you did, Y/N!” Jaskier followed you as you left the building and stepped out into the rain. It was coming down softly, slowly. There was almost a melodic tune to it. “You stayed! And because of what? Because-,”

“Because I thought I’d gain something from staying.” You snapped, turning to face him.

“You gained me, love.” He smiled but it wasn’t real. He was hurt from what you said. You were never harsh to him.

“You know that’s not what I meant, Jaskier.” You put your hand on his arm and squeezed gently. “I treasure your friendship, Jask, more than I could ever tell you.” You moved in to hug him, feeling the overwhelming need to be embraced by someone, anyone really.

He hugged you tight, afraid to let the woman he viewed as a sister go. He wasn’t prepared for you to leave.

“I can assure you that none of us want you to leave.”

In his arms, your facade crumbled and the tears left your eyes. You fisted his shirt, burying your face in his chest.

“It isn’t fair.” You cried quietly.

“I know, love.” He hushed you gently, brushing his hand over your back.

While strangely holy, come for a rainWhite demon, widen your heart’s scopeWhite demon, who let your friends go?

One Month Later

Your heart pounded in your ears. Adrenaline coursed through your veins the same way the rapids in a river moved.

You’d just finished slaying the werewolf after Geralt nearly killed himself. The beast left deep wound on the witcher’s chest, ones that were bleeding heavily. Why hadn’t he worn his armor?

He was on his knees when you reached him, his head hanging and eyes closed.

“Geralt!” You called his name, kneeling down in front of him. You tentatively reached out to move the shredded cloth of his shirt. He inhaled sharply and lifted his head. You retracted your hand, looking up at him. Amber eyes were focused on you.

“Why do you have to be so damned stupid?” You thought out loud, pulling off the cloak you wore to use the material to stop the bleeding. The blood could always be washed out later.

He said nothing to you.

Knowing you couldn’t do much until you were at the inn, you stood to your feet.

“Come on. We should be getting back.” You turned to walk away from him.

He could hear the anger in your voice. You were upset with him.

“I’m sorry.” He uttered out. You turned back to him.

“Don’t apologize to me. You chose to come out here without your gods damned armor. You are choosing to let your emotions guide you, Geralt. You’re going to end up dead.” You told him.

When he stayed silent, you started to leave.

“She left this morning.”

You stopped in your tracks. Sighing heavily, you turned to face him.

“I know.”

You’d heard the argument the witcher and the mage had at dawn. Geralt didn’t like that Yennefer was still endangering herself in an attempt to find a way to have children. They argued frequently, but never enough that Yennefer would leave.

“Come on. If you’d like to talk, we can talk once we get to the inn.” You didn’t want to talk about his issues with the mage. You didn’t even want to talk to him. You just wanted to make sure he would be fine before retiring to your own room for a sleepless night.

Jaskier talked you into staying when you told him that you wanted to leave. You stayed for him, doing your best to avoid Geralt. Yennefer never really spoke to you so avoiding her was easy. Geralt, however, still asked you to join him on hunts. You had learned to push your emotions down, to fight anything and everything you felt.

“I don’t deserve your kindness.” He whispered.

“You did nothing wrong. You can’t help that you don’t feel anything for me.” You murmured, shrugging your shoulders softly.

“I’ve pushed you away, haven’t I?” He met your gaze. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other.

“No. I chose to stay away.”

He nodded softly, his eyes falling to the ground just ahead of him. A few silent moments passed between you before he spoke.

“I care about you, Y/N.”

Your chest tightened but not from happiness. It was painful and made you feel as though he had just shoved his hand through your rib cage and tore yourself heart out. A surge of anger flew through your body.

“You don’t get to say that.” You spoke through tour teeth. “You don’t get to say that, Geralt. Just because Yennefer left doesn’t mean I should come crawling back to you-,”

“I didn’t say that because she’s gone.” He cut you off, rising to his feet. “I just need you to know that.

You shook your head and started to stomp through the woods.

“I never wanted it to be like this, Y/N.” He followed behind you. “There was a point in time where I wanted you.”

“And you’re telling me this why?” You spun around to face him.

He didn’t know an answer to your question. All he could do was gaze down at you.

“I have suffered an unbearable pain because of what you did, Geralt. The wish you made-,”

“I didn’t want her to die!”

You nodded understandingly. You hated that you understood him. You were angry that he had admitted what he did, that he cared for you. You’d been doing so well in healing, in recovering from the wounds brought on by such a heartbroking rejection. You had just recently started to fall asleep without crying. You were moving on. And here he was, opening old wounds.

“Tend to yourself when you get back to the inn. I need a drink.” You muttered under your breath, knowing he’d be able to hear you.

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bomberqueen17 · 4 years ago

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more brainstorming about Geralt’s Formative Porn Experiences

I’ve been enjoying people’s responses to the question last night about what should be in the lurid romance novel on Geralt’s shelf, on the page it falls open to. The reply-to-replies thing only semi-works currently and I’m tired of what merry hell it plays with my crossposter so I’m just going to list salient points for compactness.

@mikkeneko sent an ask with a suggestion for an extremely This Author Doesn’t Know How Dryads Work sex scene, hilarious both for tropiness and some light bondage, and for how embarrassed a later, more knowledgeable Geralt would be.

@2nico, whom Tumblr won’t let me tag, who OMG I love your Lambert stories and I’m stealing the idea that he’s a genius at pickling things that is so good, votes for something courtly and overwrought with incredibly flowery language and also tournaments.

@astroloquacious who Tumblr also won’t let me tag (am I misspelling these or something) (ok suddenly I don’t know how who/whom works, I need coffee) suggests High Courtly Romance, a knight freed from fears of abuse of power to finally be able to consummate his love with a maiden he had rescued, OR maybe two buddies having survived a battle together tenderly consummating their love under the stars, OR maybe a lady knight coming home to her lord, but the overarching point of all of them being that it’s all super tender and lovey-dovey. AND that Geralt’s biggest fantasy is being accepted and not being abandoned holy shit why would you point that out 😭 you’re a monster.

I like all of these ideas and all of these things definitely, definitely are on that shelf.

The idea is growing on me that this visitor, this reader, is expecting it to be an explicit sex scene (or, as @2nico so fantastically imagined, it’s the kind of explicit sex scene where you’ve got to really invest yourself in it to figure out what the fuck is actually supposed to be happening, and I actually laughed out loud like a crazy person just now as I imagined teenaged Geralt attempting to get his rocks off to, like, amidst the petals the nectar showeréd or some shit) and is astonished to discover that instead it’s, like, an emotional payout. Like, oh god, there was this one fic back in my [redacted earlier fandom] days, that was mostly a huge fluff A/U kidfic, and there was this one paragraph I would go to in like the fifteenth installment on the like ninth chapter, and it was just this moment of a, like, beloved/respected older character saying something the main character was horribly hurt by, and the MC concealing his reaction really super well but not quite well enough and the other character noticing and being like no oh my god that’s not what I meant, you’re not bad you are good and it would give me that actual feeling of pain in the chest like you get, you know, where you could maybe actually make yourself cry and have it actually work like, cathartically?

ah fuck that’s more embarrassing than showing someone your porn, I’m not linking to it because that’d be too much. But you know what I mean. A different kind of release, there. Listen sometimes crying works more reliably than orgasms for a hard personal reset.

IDK, it might be too much because I’ve already pointed out Geralt’s bulletproof praise kink. But is it??

Another hilarious plot twist would be to have the book fall open to a loving description of someone’s armor or something. Or, it turns out, Geralt wasn’t the book’s only owner, so the super-worn pages are from his dead idiot best friend Gweld who really really liked to read about feast descriptions so it’s like, Redwall-level feast scenes every time.

Sigh, maybe I need a bonus scene with all the various outtakes. Maybe Yennefer and Jaskier need a rainy afternoon to just comb through and find all the pages that are dog-eared so they can collate them, and then Lambert’s gotta point out that decades of adolescent Witchers read those books so you think you’re getting an express ticket to the inside of Geralt’s head but actually that’s like, several generations of wank fodder for a disturbing spectrum of abused kids actually, probably don’t try the [insert really hard/specific/unusual kink here] on Geralt because that was definitely, definitely somebody else’s book when those pages got stuck together and Geralt’s just too sentimental to throw it out. [And of course Lambert knows because he spent a lot of his formative years sneaking into Geralt’s room to browse his porn while the older Witcher wasn’t around, so he can tell you every book that was original to the collection and ok a lot of the wear on the pages is from him but he’s gonna leave that unsaid.]

(Vesemir’s like oh hey that [super-kinky] book was mine, how’d it get in here and everyone immediately Drops The Subject.)

#@mikkeneko #@2nico #@astroloquacious #replies #the witcher #meet death sitting

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noooo did tumblr seriously just send you a "feel better soon!"? There were FIVE LETTERS FROM THE ASK GAME IN THAT MESSAGE AFTER THAT. Urgh. Why does tumblr eat HALF an ask. Okay. Let's try again. Damn it. A, G, R, U, W and Y. I don't remember it that was the ones from this ask of the other I sent, but oh well

yeah, tumblr's a bitch like that TT but thank you for sending it again! 💙

A - Your current OTP(s)/OT3(s)/OTX(s)

well it's no secret that right now i'm mostly invested in kliego, sebjace, harlos, reylo and geraskier, so for now that's it

G - Do you remember your first OTP, if so who was in it

oh god, there were a lot of those even in my childhood, caleb and cornelia from w.i.t.c.h. is the first one that comes to mind, dimitri and anastasia also, but i'm sure there were others, and that was before i discovered fandoms, so for my first real in-fandom otp let's count jasperella, as in jasper and bella from twilight (yes i was weird like that)

R - A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships

lol hello again twilight, riley and jasper, that's it, the most rear rear-pair i've ever shipped, which is no surprise because they have so much in common with sebjace it's crazy, and i mean i've read like two fics about them so i'm sure there's at least one other person that ships it, which is really surprising, the thing with that ship is when i was in twilight fandom i was a 15 year old repressed kid raised in a really homophobic environment, so i didn't even consider this to be a ship and yet i was so sad we never got to see them interact, if anyone could have saved riley and if anyone could understand him on the deepest lvl possible it would be jasper, they are pretty much the same character, yin yang shit like sebjace

U - 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms

i have tons of those so it's just five random characters out of dozens of my faves:

diego hargreeves

caitlin snow (killer frost)

newt (the maze runner)

proinsias cassidy

noora sætre

W - 5 favorite ships and 5 kinks you like best for said ships

ok for this we'll go with the 5 ships i named as my current otps, and i'm not sure those can be called kinks but anyway

sebjace:

soulbound - them literally being bound by souls that much that they share physical wounds, emotions, thoughts, dreams, they basically morphed into one, just like sebastian said, can you imagine how much mind blowing porn one can write about that? all one of them has to do it bite his own lip or dig his nails into their own skin for it to instantly echo and show up on the other's body, god it's so beautiful hold me

yin and yang dynamic, where they are literally the balance between the sides of dark and light, that constant conflict inside both of them

loyalty kink, they never had much of that in their lives so yeah, them being loyal to each other

runes of course, i mean in general biting and licking of runes and etc, but also the lilith rune and them like touching/kissing the rune on the other and feeling it themselves, also something like one of them drawing the loyalty rune on the other

fighting as a foreplay, that's it

kliego:

softness, so much softness that it hurts, feather light touches and kisses, just ALL THE SOFT

unrequited love, diego being seriously head over heels in love with klaus since they were teens and klaus never really fully understanding what love is enough to reciprocate it on the same lvl until they are 30, all those years of diego just wanting and yearning and thinking it will never happen, it kills me but i'm always here for it

bottom diego, don't get me wrong i don't really care about sex positions and i love both when diego tops on fics and when he bottoms, but this fandom doesn't have nearly enough bottom diego fics and i need those

vulnerability, i love it when both of them are vulnerable with each other on a lvl that they can't be vulnerable on around anyone else

being each other's safe place since childhood

harlos:

understanding, complete and total, i fully believe those two can understand each other like no other characters can, they both have very similar parents and most likely have gone through similar treatment as kids, so yeah, that

carlos being more forward and dominant(?) in this relationship, just carlos knowing what he wants and going for it while harry is trying his stupid flirting tactics that don't really work, just in general carlos looking at harry and realizing that he's in some sense a feral dog on uma's leash and carlos is good with wild things and maybe he could hold that leash too sometimes

harry being overwhelmed and scared by feelings, carlos basically killing him with kindness without really meaning too, the sweetest ways in which carlos treats him are harry's ultimate weakness, i can totally see him crying during sex because carlos is just too gentle, too attentive to his needs, too warm and open and everything is just TOO MUCH, because harry is used to it being rough and emotionless and just about getting off, but carlos can't do that, he's all for making love to harry, you see

harry drawing constellations on carlos's skin using his freckles, just harry being in love with carlos's freckles in general

small and tall in which small seems to be a sunshine but can be a bitchy asshole and the tall seems like the big bad but in reality can be a lap dog

reylo:

again like with sebjace yin and yang, balance between light and dark, soulbound and all that shit, can't get enough of it

dark rey, a scenario in which when rey finds out how fucked up jedi were she just goes "fuck it all, fuck it all" (with 'let it go' motive) and leaves everyone behind to become the empress of darkness and her and kylo reign forever

secret lovers which is basically canon, but like them having their force skype dates or even sneaking on "meetings" to places where no one can find them

again fighting as a foreplay

ben solo being alive and well is my biggest fucking kink for them right now

geraskier:

jaskier being the monster fucker that he is, seeing geralt on some of those potions all scary and dark eyed and having a boner from that instantly

again vulnerability kink with geralt being vulnerable around jaskier, also like give me all the injured geralt and jaskier who has to help him, i'm always here for it

jaskier who's weaker physically standing up for and protecting geralt

bottom geralt again just like with diego because it's rear and interesting to explore

monster jaskier and geralt who has to deal with it

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)

probably like hannibal, harry potter, shameless, skam france, wtfock, a lot of those i think

fandom meme

#bee answers #takaraphoenix

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