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theblueraven · 7 months ago
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AO3 Fic Masterlist
The Witcher:
A cat! In every sense of the word
Jaskier finds a cat that is not all it seems
In the reflection of a cat's eye -- Jaskier & Aiden (Familial)
Julek (Later Jaskier) stole a kid from the cat school. After both presume eachother dead they have to go through the world and survive.
What I deserve -- Young Vesemir x Jaskier
Jaskier is transported 100 years in the past and immediatly finds an injured witcher. luckly this one seems to like him.
Lady of the Lake
One shot form a contract mention in 'What I deserve' with a young!Vesemir.
Star wars:
Clones are People not Property
Anakin realises that Palpatin is a bad person and has a emotional breakdown.
To rewrite the nighmares (or the 1000 year old sith plan) with your dick -- Cody x Obi-wan (EXPLICIT SMUT)
Cody is getting nightmars of Obi-wan dying due to the chips and accidentally rewrites order 66.
Wild Child
Young Child Obi-wan finds himself with the true mandalorians and causes some problems.
Another day to freeze, another day to fall another day to fly
Obi-wan has a panic attack after gettign back from Mela/daan and Qui-gon helps him calm down and feel better.
Ring Around the Rosie -- Fox x Quinlan Vos
Quinlan is stuck in a time loop and draggs Fox into it. Fox trys to end it (ambuguous ending)
The Obelisk -- Obi-wan Kenobi x Jaster Mereel x Kal Skirata
Obi-wan is transported into a diffrent timeline where the Mandalorian empire never fell.
Corrupted Chips -- Obi-wan Kenobi x COmmander Cody x Alpha-17
Five years after the fall of the republic the clones are still in use. The chips -never designed to last so long- have started to breakdown and corrupt themselves.
Gravity Falls
30 Years of Wilderness
Oneshots of Feral Ford and his famliy trying to help him adapt.
Axolotl Sightings
Oneshots of various Gravity falls Charecters meeting the Axolotl when they need it. Not that they know they just meet a god.
Will be updated as I write more
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sweet-melitele · 23 days ago
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The Witcher Whumpcember 2024
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Masterlist of all 31 @whumpcember 2024 prompts as a series of interconnected fics!
To Heal a Witcher
Day 1: Broken Bones Day 2: "This Is Your Fault" Day 3: Begging Day 4: “This isn’t my blood” Day 5: Concussion Day 6: "Please Stop" Day 7: Kidnapped
Day 8: “No. Not like this.” Day 9: Shaking Day 10: “Let me help you.” Day 11: Manipulation Day 12: "I Have Nowhere Else To Go" Day 13: Trauma Day 14: “I never wanted this.”
Day 15: Broken Glass Day 16: Amnesia Day 17: Greatest Fear Day 18: Poisoned Day 19: Panic Attack Day 20: “Please leave” Day 21: Bruises
Day 22: Alt 3: Fire Day 23: Overwhelmed Day 24: Walking on Injuries Day 25: Healed Wrong Day 26: Falling Day 27: Alt 2: Memory Day 28: Alt. 10: "Tell Me I'm Wrong"
Day 29: Alt. 6: "Could You Stay A Little Longer?" Day 30: Saying Goodbye Day 31: "You're Allowed to Fall Apart"
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medusapelagia · 7 months ago
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One shots
🥨 Raisins and nuts Stommy | rated T | 1,856 words
🎁 Christmas 1985 Harringrove | rated T | 2,273 words
🧜‍♂️ What love feel like Harringrove | rated T | 1,432 words
💋 Girl's night Harringrove genderbend | rated E | 6,444 words
🦈 One breathe away Harringrove | rated E | 11,149 words
✏️ Learning to Love Harringrove | rated M | 7,094 words
🏞️ Perfectly Misaligned Harringrove | rated T | 6,859 words
🦇 Dark Weeping Angel Steddie | rated M | 1,571 words
 💝 I'll chew you up and I'll spit you out ('Cause that's what young love is all about) Stason | rated E | 9,864 words
🔫 Family Dinner Geraskier | rated M | 1,167 words
🧛‍♂️ Black and Gold Steddie | rated M | 10,762 words
🧜‍♂️ The restless sea calls back to you Harringrove | rated E | 15,156 words
🖥️ Lay down this armour Harringrove | rated E | 13,853 words
🎅🏼Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you Steddie | rated E | 12,569 words
💆You're the home my heart searched for so long Steddie | rated E | 15,744 words
🎄Christmas Gift 2023 - a series of one shots written for my friends Steddie - Harringrove - Stommy
🍾 The bachelor party Steddie | rated M | 1,825 words
😭 Sorrow Harringrove | rated M | 838 words
🍀 My lucky charm Steddie | rated E | 2,775 words
🎵 The Eras Tour Steddie | rated T | 407 words
✈️ Handcuffs Steddie | rated T | 1,916 words
🐕 The demon dog Metalsandwich | rated T | 5,720 words
🤬 Brother of my brother Steddie | rated T | 1,837 words
👻 An imaginary friend Steddie | rated M | 2,982 words
❤️‍🩹 I can’t pretend anymore Steddie | rated T | 931 words
🔪 Would you love me more (If I killed someone for you?) Geraskier | rated E | 5,771 words
🕺 For once in my life, let me get what I want Steddie | rated M | 6,335 words
👿 Guilty Steddie | rated E | 10,315 words
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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 10 months ago
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🔮The Witcher Masterlist🔮
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Smut: 🔥🔥
Fluff: 🌸🌸
Heated Fluff: ⭐️⭐️
Friendly: 🌈
Angst: 🌨️🌨️
💙 Collage
💚 Oneshot
💖 Preference/Headcanon
💜 Quotes
💞 Blurb
Geralt
- Soft Reader 💙🌸
- Biting 💚🔥
- Bunny 💚🔥
- Bigmouth Strikes Again 💚🌸
Jaskier
- Slave 💚🔥
- Mermaid Serenade 💙🌸
Yennefer
- Mermaid 💙🌸
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The Witcher Masterlist
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One Shots
Whoreson Prison Blues - Jaskier x Reader (Ft. Geralt)
A Short Break - Jaskier x Reader Ft Geralt (all platonic)
Batter and Bard - Jaskier, Reader, Geralt (all platonic)
Imagines + Mini Fic
Imagine Jaskier trying to tell you how he feels
Imagine Geralt realising how pissed you are after running into you again
Imagine Jaskier confessing that you are his true muse
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negans-lucille-tblr · 2 years ago
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The Witcher Masterlist
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Below you’ll find all the links to my fics for the series The Witcher
< Back to Main Masterlist
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Geralt of Rivia x Reader
Until Sunrise
Summary: Geralt doesn’t plan on leaving until sunrise.
Rating: 18+ (Smut)
WC: +/- 1K
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Geralt of Rivia x Reader x Yennefer 
None at this time
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Geralt of Rivia x Reader x Jaskier
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Geralt of Rivia x Jaskier
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geraskierficrecs · 2 years ago
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End of the Year Updates (2022)
Thank you all for hanging around and continuing to be amazing friends, writers, artists, and readers for the Witcher fandom!  You have all been incredibly supportive and make me so glad that I am a part of this too.  To that end, I’ve collected all the fics I’ve completed or are in progress this year.
Links and descriptions under the cut.
In-Progress:
The Sin Eater
“He doesn’t have much time now,” the demon observed, “Even Witchers need oxygen. This is your only hope of saving him.”
Jaskier’s face went firm and determined, turning back to the creature with no sign of his earlier hesitation.
The demon looked amused. “Are you sure he’d worth giving up so much?”
“All that and more,” Jaskier whispered.
Then he stepped into the circle. ————————— To save Geralt, Jaskier lets himself be possessed by the demon he was hunting. Will there be anything left of the bard for Geralt to save?
The Fixer
In the world of the wealthiest members of society, there is only one man who you call when there is a problem that needs to disappear. Whether it's killing off your competition or ensuring you have the blackmail you need to keep your enemies at bay, Jaskier--better known as Dandelion--has made a living getting his hands dirty.
So, when the offer comes to track down the missing child of a billionaire CEO, Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier is more than happy to go undercover and get the information they need to ensure Geralt doesn't become a problem.
But what happens when he starts to have feelings for the kind, smartass barista and his strange family?
Completed Multi-Chapter Works:
Lark of My Heart
“What do I smell like to you?”
Geralt looked up from where he was sharpening a blade to frown at the bard. “What?”
“You’re always sniffing around me,” Jaskier explained with a smile that covered the sheepish blush on his cheeks, “And I've read that Witchers have a keen sense of smell so tell me, what do I smell like to you?”
Home. ___________________________
After the mountain, Geralt faces the reality of what his temper has destroyed and tries to pretend like he's fine with that. (He isn't.)
Call Me Sunshine (Jaskier/Eskel)
It becomes a habit to keep an eye on the front door every Wednesday. Jaskier told him after the second week that he tries to grab the flowers on his lunch break. It’s how he found the shop in the first place.
“I tutor a kid near here,” he tells Eskel as he watches the florist trim the thorns off some David Austen roses. “He’s a menace, but his mom wants him to learn piano and is willing to pay for all the grey hairs I’m getting.”
“You play piano?”
“And a few other instruments. My favorite is the lute.”
Eskel grins a little. “A lute? Do you moonlight as a bard too?” ___________________________
Or, a florist AU with enough misunderstandings and pining to fill an entire season of a CW show.
Dying for You (Again and Again)
By his understandably shoddy memory, Jaskier had died over 1300 times since he first drew breath several hundred years ago.
Somehow, none of those deaths ever seemed to hurt as much as the dreams of Geralt. ___________________________________
Or, the Old Guard AU no one asked for, but I wrote.
With My Last Breath
Jaskier is tortured by Nilfgaard--angst, whump, and fluff follow.  In that order.
Wolves and Men
There was a challenge in his expression. A dare for Geralt to cast him aside once more.
Like he had on the mountain.
If life could give me one blessing—Geralt shook his head to banish the memory of those vicious words. Words he’d had plenty of time to regret in the years since Jaskier had walked away. Since Gerat had sent him away.
“Jaskier,” he whispered, voice thick. ________________________ Jaskier thought he'd found the perfect alpha to follow for the rest of his life only to be cast aside. He should have known better--the White Wolf always hunts alone.
If Wishing Made It So
Geralt stared down into the ravine and the glittering rocks below and wished the rumors of the Witcher’s missing emotions were true. He wished for a lot of things, then, staring down at the smear of blue silk stained red.
None of them came true. ———-
On a hunt that goes bad, Geralt is forced to imagine a world where his bard will no longer walk at his side.
Series:
Villainous Universe
Series featuring a supervillain Jaskier falling for the superhero Witcher, Geralt of Rivia.  Contains explicit content as well as all my favorite angsty tropes.
The Sentinel/Guide Verse
Jaskier was half way through a lackluster rendition of one of his least popular songs when his world went static.
In his ears, a foreign heartbeat thundered, ragged and wounded. It felt as though his lungs had gone sideways with the sensation. Even the air itself tasted like it was charged with lightning, bright and bitter as ozone. Deep in his gut, he felt something urging himself forward, pulling him like some invisible string towards an unknown destination.
Something brushed across his senses, rough as tree bark, and sinking into his skin to crawl like ants beneath. He froze, eyes darting around the room like he could spot whoever it was that had sent his senses scrambling against the hard earned shields he was always careful to maintain. In his hands, his fingers faltered, melody disappearing beneath the wave of wrong that felt like it was choking him.
The answer was simple--and impossible.
There was a Sentinel here.
The Full Cops and Robbers Verse
An enemies to lovers story revolving around a charming, mysterious thief and the cop that is absolutely done with his shit.
The Witcher Soldier Verse
Geralt barely managed to slam the pommel of his sword up in a glancing blow that shattered the metal latch holding the Soldier’s mask in place. The Soldier rolled into the movement with a dancer’s grace and came to his full height just as easily. For a moment, his hands reached up to run over the exposed skin, before he slowly turned to face Geralt once more.
The Witcher froze in a mixture of horror and near-frantic hope.
He stared into the eyes of a dead man and whispered, “Jaskier?”
The Soldi--the bard frowned at him in confusion and spoke with a voice rough with disuse,
“Who the hell is Jaskier?” ___________________________
Or, the Winter Soldier AU.
A Light in the Dark Series
One will rise And one will fail, But none can escape destiny’s call. ____________
Jaskier is a bard with a secret. For all the world knows, he strolled onto a stage ten years ago and made a name for himself as the sidekick of the White Wolf. But what came before? And will he be able to escape destiny's call?
A Three Part Series Exploring My Take on a Feral Version of Jaskier
One Shots:
Star Crossed
“It’s not true.”  The man’s voice is rough as a knife over gravel and is short enough to make the bard falter at his tone.  It takes him a moment to realize he’s referring to the story he’d told as part of the festival.
“You don’t believe in the lost lovers?” he asks, offended to the very core of his romantic heart.  He stands a little straighter to glare up at the larger man.  “I’ll have you know that my story comes from the works of Master Essi herself--she knew the lovers herself.  It's the foundation story of our whole town and this festival!  How can you say the story isn’t true?”
A shadow crosses over the stranger’s face and eyes that flash gold flick away from the bard to stare at the trees and the lonely hill.  Despite himself, the bard feels his heart ache at the grief in his expression.
“He didn’t come back.”
Burn For You
Jaskier twitched helplessly as the women filed out of the mill and left him where he was bound on the floor.  He arched his back slightly, trying to see to where the fire was slowly creeping from the bed to drip onto the floor.  It hit the edge of the floor and he closed his eyes, going limp with exhausted pain.
His body ached as he lay on the ground, bleeding.  The floor was cold at his back and noise came through staticky and broken like a voice through a waterfall.  He could just vaguely hear footsteps thudding toward him accompanied by shouting.  Still, his vision refused to focus, and the only thing he could identify around him was the flickering red of the flames reflected in the cloud heavy with rain that would never be enough to stop the fire spreading through the mill.
All he could hope was that the smoke killed him before he began to burn.
Gilded With Blood (Aiden/Lambert)
Aiden watched the slowly growing pool of his life’s blood dripping onto the red rock below him. His chest rose and fell in ragged little gasps made awkward by the sword still pinning him to the earth. Pain was far away now and he knew only the cold chill of death would replace it.
As his eyes closed, he couldn’t help but think:
This was going to destroy Lambert.
A Gentleman’s Guide to Seducing Your Fiancé
It is a truth universally known that Geralt fucking hated Viscount Julien de Lettenhove.
Their rivalry was the stuff of legends, the sort that drew the eye and the idle gossip of members of court. It ensured that each time they came within five feet of the other, the entire room would go still, watchful. Eager. For what could be more delicious, more exciting than a fight between the Crown Prince and his new betrothed?
I’ll Sleep Forever Next to You
“Geralt?” Eskel’s voice distracts him from his spiraling thoughts. “What’s wrong? Where’s the lark?”
Geralt seizes on his brother in arms, near desperate for someone who might know what to do. “He’s sick. He’s, he’s coughing, feverish--”
“How long?” The older Witcher looks like he does before battle, steady and fierce.
“I, I’m not sure.” Abruptly, Jaskier’s early night has all manner of new meanings. Had he been feeling poorly that long? His brow furrows. “He sounded like he was having trouble breathing last night.” _____________________________________
Or, three Witchers freak out over a bard with a cold.
Don’t Leave Me
Jaskier’s hands tighten around Geralt before slowly losing their grip, spasming where they fall limp. “Ger--geralt--”
“Don’t you dare,” he snarls back, “Don’t you dare try to give me your fucking goodbyes. You are not dying.”
“S--silly man.” Jaskier’s smile is full of painful fondness. “Would you fight death for me?”
Geralt swings him up into his arms and nearly weeps at the sound of familiar hooves running in his direction. “Every. Fucking. Time.”
Between One Heartbeat and the Next
Please. Please, not this.
Don’t make him listen to Jaskier’s voice beginning to strain in a way it never did on stage even as he continued to reassure Geralt.
“It’s okay… Geralt, you’ll be okay.”
Not without you.
“You’re...gonna be fine in...just a little while.”
You won’t.
“ ‘s...not...so bad...like going to sleep.”
Nononononopleaseno
Waiting for the Sun
Jaskier was dying.
The confirmation came with each cramping, shallow breath and spots of grey drowning out the mottled stone walls that would become his tomb. After all the years he’d spent terrified of this moment, it was almost anticlimactic to realize he was too tired now to fight back any longer. He was dying. The world would continue without him.
Blood dripped from his fingertips and formed erratic patterns against his own skin. Over the sound of his racing heart he could hear footsteps and murmured voices that made him want to vomit or rage in fury.
They were watching him. He didn’t need to look up into the window to see the strange faces twisted into cruel smiles, pleased at his suffering. He hated them.
Not a Damsel, Not in Distress
The one closest to him raised his trembling sword with a panicked expression at the unexpected violence. “Wh--what the fuck? You’re just a bard.”
Jaskier’s smile was more a baring of his teeth, made more alarming with the blood sprayed across his skin and clothing. “Your first mistake was believing that.” _____________________________
Geralt and Jaskier are ambushed by a pack of mercenaries. It was really their fault for believing the yellow eyed Witcher was the only threat.
Frantic
Geralt was hanging limply against the rough bark. Two daggers kept him pinioned like a bug in place and left dark streaks of drying blood down his arms and exposed chest. Silver hair was matted close to his forehead from a sluggishly bleeding would that left golden eyes hazy and unfocused. Worst still were the bruises littering every inch of exposed skin like a collage of torment.
His Witcher had been tortured.
———
There was a name for the emotion burning like fire in his blood, eating away at the dandelion bard that had made his living seeking the pleasure of others. A simple phrase that barely encompasses the new tension in his bones and made his mind focus with singular, violent intent.
Wrath.
A Blade in the Back
There was a flicker of movement at his side and he felt something slam into his unprotected flank.  Magic blew past him, ruffling his hair but leaving him unharmed. Surprised by the sudden attack, Geralt stumbled and whirled to face whoever had hit him.  
Only instead of a beast, he saw a bard.
Jaskier clutched at his chest where a dark stain seemed to spread over his heart.  His bright eyes stared at Geralt helplessly, mouth opening and closing without sound.  Geralt stared back at him in shock until Jaskier dropped heavily to his knees, collapsing like a puppet with his strings cut. ___________
In the midst of a battle, Jaskier is hit with an unknown curse. All at once Geralt finds himself locked in battle with the only man he wants to protect.
The Sweetest Poison
“And what do you want in return?  Your freedom? Your safety?”
Jaskier didn’t flinch from her scorn and Geralt could see his knuckles go white with the force of his grip around the small vial.  “Save him.”
The mage stared at him for a beat before letting out a burst of laughter that echoed off the wall like the flutter of vultures wings.  “All this trouble for the Witcher?” she asked incredulously, “Tell me, boy, do you really think he would do the same for you? That he cares at all what happens to the bard who follows after him like a lost puppy?”  She stepped forward, confident as a soldier preparing his death blow. “Oh, I know who you are, bard. I watched you trailing after the Witcher, eager for every scrap of affection or interest he’ll toss your way. I’ve seen the way you look at him.”
Jaskier was breathing heavily now, jaw clenched tight enough that Geralt could see the muscles fluttering with effort.
“Were you hoping this ill-conceived rescue mission would be enough to make him finally notice you?” she murmured with a mocking smile, “Poor little bard--always singing of love but never truly experiencing it.”
Into the Jaskierverse Additions:
Interlude: The Thief
Jaskier opened his mouth to cry out, to scream, anything, but it was ripped away by the jagged shards of reality tearing through him.  It was the djinn all over again.  The agony of watching Geralt disappearing beneath the rubble of the house.  The first chill that always signaled Geralt returning to Kaer Morhen.  The pull of power and magic that he now recognized as the moment before a spell hit and he was left with no option but to wait for the pain to hit--helpless in the whims of an unnatural force.  
Only this time there was nothing to stop the raw power that seemed determined to unravel him down to his very soul.  
He
     was
                remade.
Not Without You
“Geralt?” he finally whispered, a fragile hope in the familiar word.
“I’m here,” Geralt said as he crossed the room to stand next to the table.  “I’ve got you.”
Kicking aside the corpse of the mage, he fumbled with the restraints until he was able to release Jaskier’s arms and legs.  They twitched weakly against him and Geralt ran his hands over the rough shirt and pants Jaskier had been dressed in, searching for any other injuries.
“Geralt?”
“It’s me,” Geralt soothed. “They won’t hurt you again, I promise.”
Jaskier’s hands found an anchor against the front of Geralt’s shirt and he shuddered violently.  “I thought...I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.”
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astaldis · 3 months ago
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Whumptober Masterlist
Hi, thank you so very much for organising this year's Whumptober, it was a lot of fun! ❤️❤️❤️
Here are my creations for the event, all in all 54 prompts used and 30,630 words written, all are for The Witcher except the last one (but the two actors are also in The Witcher):
- Where is Jaskier?
Prompts: 1 "Search party"/"Race against the clock", 2 "Trust issues", 3 "Set up for failure"/"I warned you", 6 "Not realizing they're injured", 7 "Unconventional weapon", 9 "Bruises", 10 "Slurred words"/"Passing out from pain"/"I can't think straight", 11 "Seeing double"/"Leave no trace behind, like you don't even exist", 12 "Underground caverns", 24 "I never knew daylight could be so violent", 30 "Recovery", alt. "Vermin": While the Hansa is on their journey searching for the druids of Caed Dhu, Jaskier goes missing. Geralt is worried, very worried. (Words: 9,053)
- Silence
Prompts: 4 "Hallucinations/Sensory deprivation", 27 "Voiceless", alt. "Venom": It is quiet. Not a single sound. Eerie. Absolute silence. But should he not hear twigs crunching under the soles of his boots? The autumn wind whispering in the trees' orange and yellow leaves that lend a golden glow to the picturesque landscape? Birds twittering in the bushes and sheep bleating in the distant meadows? How can there be this deep and utter silence? And why is he alone? Where is everybody? Milva? Regis? Cahir? And, most of all, Geralt? (Words: 800)
- All Is Not As It Seems
Prompts: 12 "Cannibalism", 31 "I'm alive, I'm just not well": Coën groans. Judging by how tired he feels, he cannot have slept for long, maybe an hour or two. Something has woken him up. A sound like the whetting of a blade. Cahir is not sharpening his sword in the middle of the night, is he? Groggily, he blinks his eyes open.
"Hmm, how strange. This has never happened before. Why are you not out cold like your friend?"
For a moment, Coën stares at the tall blonde man, disoriented. Then his memory clicks into place. Soren. The cottage in the heath. The delicious meal and the nice guest room with the one bed. Cahir snuggled up close to him. Fuck, this is not the bed he fell asleep in, he suddenly realises. It feels like he is lying on a wooden table instead, and his hands— Dammit, what is going on here? And where is Cahir? (Words: 2,059)
- White Eyes
Prompts: 20 "It's not your fault", 21 "Spirit possession", 30 "What have I done?", alt. "Regret": Ciri has a bad nightmare. Yennefer wants to help, yet somehow she makes things worse, much worse. Fortunately, Geralt and Vesemir know what to do. (Words: 1,000)
- Retribution
Prompts: 21 "Body Horror", 27 "Voiceless"/I have no mouth and I must scream": After Stygga, Cahir wakes up shackled in a white room - with Emhyr var Emreis. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat! (Words: 700)
- A Hairy Problem
Prompt 23 "Public display": On their way south, Geralt and his company need to buy provisions in a town not far from the Yaruga. However, a surprise is waiting there for Cahir, and it is not a pleasant one. (Words: 1,000)
- Sleep now:
Prompt 26 "Nightmares": Jaskier has a terrible nightmare. Geralt soothes him. But was it really just a nightmare? (Words: 423)
- Something Moving In The Shadows (chapters 33, 35, 36, 45, 47-49)
Prompts: 5 "Healing salve", 7 "Magic with a cost", 9 "Broken window", 13 "multiple whumpees", 14 "Left for dead", 15 "Childhood trauma"/"Painful hug", 16 "Wound cleaning", 17 "Nowhere else to go", 18 "I see what's mine and take it"/"Revenge", 19 "Blood trail", 20 "Emotional angst"/"It's not your fault", 22 "Oh, that's not good"/"Bleeding through bandages", 25 "Stitches", 29 "Fatigue", alt. "Secrets revealed", alt. "Motion sickness", alt. "Shivering":
On their way to rescue Ciri, Geralt and his Hansa come by the ruin of an old castle. It is a bit eerie, but should they stay the night there anyway or rather move on toward the forest? You decide! Interactive Choose your own adventure Hansa fic with different options for the reader to choose from! (63,159 words, 51/51 chapters)
- Night and day, you are the one
Prompt 30: "Hospital bed": Lily keeps a bedside vigil at the hospital, waiting for Alexander to wake up. (The ABC Murders 2018, Words: 584)
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randomperson351 · 2 years ago
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The Witcher
A Witcher and his Witch* - Geralt, his witch, a bathtub and some alone time. You can guess what happens. Oh, Jaskier is there as well.
Sleep easy, little lark - Jaskier has been travelling with Geralt for many years now, even up to Kaer Morhen some winters when he feels he can make the trip. Geralt always sleeps easily and frequently for the first few weeks, surrounded by his brothers and his bard. It's how he notices that Jaskier hasn't been sleeping, and he's going to find out why.
Or 5 times Geralt notices Jaskier is in a bad way and the 1 time he does something about it.
You’re my favourite kind of noise - At a tavern Geralt hears one too many jabs at his bard. He decides then and there, they’re going on a holiday.  
Hands of steel* - The Witchers find out about Jaskier’s torture, they’re not happy.
Gratuitous hurt Jaskier fic where the Kaer Morons make it better.
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wren-of-the-woods · 1 year ago
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Wren's Radskier Ficlets
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🪷 Fluff & Hurt/Comfort (aka all of them)
the greatest songs (are made up of unspoken words) | 2.3k | G | read on Tumblr Radovid has been hearing Jaskier's songs since long before they met.
Words of Love | 7.0k | T Five times Radovid meets Jaskier's friends and family, plus one time they are alone.
your gaze lights the fire | 5.2k | T | read on Tumblr When a close encounter with Rience leaves Jaskier in desperate need of somewhere safe, he goes to the only person he knows will take him in: the prince he swore he’d never see again.
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fantasyqueen502 · 2 years ago
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Masterlist
Imagines and Miscellaneous Drabbles
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Elsa’s Masquerade- Elsa x Female reader (Rated: G)
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Ineffable gift- (Rated: PG-13)
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Dragon and his keeper- Aemond Targaryen x male reader (Rated: PG-13)
Lady Strong- Aemond Targaryen x f!Reader (Rated: PG-13)
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Mrs. Miller (Rated: PG)
Mrs. Miller: Chapter 2 (Rated: PG)
Mrs. Miller: Chapter 3 (Rated: PG, R in the last third)
Mrs. Miller: Chapter 4 (Rated: PG)
Mrs. Miller: Chapter 5 (Rated: PG)
Apple Pie- Joel Miller x Reader/Y/N (Gender neutral) (Rated: PG)
Dog Lady-(Rated: PG-13)
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Wrong (Rated: PG-13)
Spider Samurai (Rated: PG-13)
Who are you? (Rated: PG)
Chili Mango Run- (Rated: PG)
Not a Robot- (Rated: PG-13)
Lunch- (Rated: G)
Officer O'Hara- (Rated: PG)
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At Peace- Jedi! Female reader/OC x Poe Dameron (Rated: PG-13)
Dinner first- Poe Dameron x (gender neutral) reader (Rated: PG-13)
Kiss of Life: (PG-13)
Sam the Samaritan- Poe Dameron x male alien (Rated: PG)
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Happenstance- Daryl Dixon x unnamed male OC (Rated: PG-13)
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Lazy Day- Jack Russell x Oc (Rated: PG)
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"If life could give me one blessing, it would be to take you off my hands!"- Jaskier x female reader (Rated: PG-13)
I am a husband now, a father, and damn good one- Jaskier X male reader (Rated: PG-13)
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Three- Kane x (female unnamed) OC (Rated: PG-13)
Violet- Kane x female OC (Rated: PG-13)
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Fourteen- Duke Leto x (female) reader (Rated: PG-13)
In Sickness and in Health- (Rated: PG-13)
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Madam Persephone- (Rated: R)
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Jessamy- (Rated: PG-13)
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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 9 months ago
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Winter's King 14
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, cheating, violence, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You are a maid to the Duke of Debray, a lord of the Summer Kingdom. That is, until the king of Winter appears with his particular air of coldness. (Medieval AU)
Characters: Geralt of Rivia
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Not long after the king’s departure, Lord Jaskier excuses himself to see to his horse. Queen Jazlene sends him off with a similar quip about serious matters. You don’t quite understand her. She should be concerned with the weeks of travel ahead of her, not only of the time, but of the climate. 
She finishes the bottle on her own. Much of it went to her cup. You think of warning her but it isn’t your place. You can only watch her head wobble as that hazy look softens her features. On her last gulp, a droplet trickles down her chin. You suspect she might be as unhappy as her husband claimed of himself the previous night. They make a rather sad pairing. 
It’s early still. Perhaps once they are settled, it won’t be so tense. They will have a chance to know each other better without the stresses of a war or the road ahead. 
Your thoughts stray and your vision fogs as you stare at a blue tapestry. Jazlene continues to babble and suddenly, the clink of her cup jolts you from your trance. You look at her as she slumps against the table. Her shoulders are slack, her arms bent around her head as it droops onto the wood. You can see her breath as she hunches weakly in her chair. 
“Your highness?” You call to her. You sway on your feet as you watch her. Come on, move. “Your highness?” You take a step toward her, “Lady Jazlene?” 
She groans and slips to the side. You rush around without a thought to catch her. She garbles drunkenly as you hold her in her arms, one leg still on the seat as her other hangs limply. She’s heavier than you would expect. 
“Your highness?” You squeak as you struggle to keep her off the ground. You can’t drop the queen. 
Her head lolls as her lashes flutter. She is certainly not conscious. The acrid scent of wine rises from her lips. You try to hike her higher, slinging her arm around your shoulder as you grunt. She’s not that big, you’re just weak. You can carry a cask or a chest, but a person is a much different matter. 
You wrap your arms around her and haul her around the table. Her slippers drag and you clatter into the chairs and nearly trip on the edge of the rug. Your leg muscles thrum with the effort and your back racks. You look around. The bedchamber is too far. 
You turn and little by little, step by step, drag her to the couch. Her feet loudly scrape across the floor. You angle her around with another laboured grunt and as you do, the hinges whine and the left door opens. You look up as the king enters and your lips part in surprise. You’ve been caught. Rather, the queen has. 
He stares at you and eases shut the door. He comes around as your arms quake. He wordlessly takes his wife from your grasp and lays her across the sofa. You put a pillow under her head and back up, rubbing your upper arms. 
“Your highness, she was not feeling well,” you say. 
“She has drunk herself into a stupor,” he snarls as he backs up, crossing his arms as he glares down at her. “Do not lie, especially on her behalf. It does not become you.” 
“Your highness, I apologise. I only worry for her--” 
“You shouldn’t,” he intones, “she doesn’t worry for you. Or me. Or anyone but herself.” He turns and goes to the table. He rights the overturned cup and you reproach yourself for not doing so first. “But I do appreciate you attending to her. I’d rather not have found her upon the floor.” 
“Your highness,” you bow your head. 
He’s quiet. You’re unsure what to do next. Should you leave him with Jazlene or stay to tend to her? He will need sleep for the ride. 
“Little maid, you will send to have a bath drawn. There will be little chance to wash upon the road,” he commands. 
“As you wish, your highness.” 
“Mm, if only,” he murmurs as she sits and grabs the empty bottle, sneering at its hollowness. 
You set off to have water brought to his chamber. You assist the other servants in carrying the vessels of steaming water. All the while, the king ruminates at the table. He picks at his index finger and his cheek ticks. When at last the tub is full, you go to trail out after the castle servants. 
“Little maid, I require assistance,” he says. 
You remain and the doors close in the tension. You watch the king, your fingers twined together as you cautiously approach. He glowers at his fingers and huffs. 
“You have small hands,” he rests his palm open on the table, “please, I would have use of them.” 
Curious, you move towards him. He turns to you and holds out his large hand. He pokes his index fingers up and hisses. 
“I got it on the door. A splinter,” he explains. 
You see the dark spot, just the minuscule tip of it poking above his rough skin. The skin around it is inflamed, both from the sliver and his fussing. You bring your hands to cradle his single one and lean to have a closer look. You keep one hand under his and slip the other down the side of his palm. 
You brush your fingertips over the lines of his knuckles. He’s quiet as he lets you gently squeeze. You glance up beneath your lashes. 
“It might hurt, your highness. Apologies.” 
His cheek twitches, “I’ve had worse than a maid’s touch.” 
You squeeze until his flesh his taut. You pinch the tip of the splinter with your other fingers, using your nails to get a grip of it. You pull slowly. Very slowly, terrified of losing hold and having it go deeper. The wooden sliver slides out and before you can examine it, it falls to the floor, disappearing into the fabric of the rug. 
The king sighs, “better.” He brings his other hand over yours and covers your small ones with his, “many thanks, little maid.” 
He lets you go, his calloused skin brushing your sleeves, and he hums grimly. He bends his head forward and his white waves shift on his shoulders. He pushes his hair back and raises his head again. His eyes almost glow as he looks at you. 
“I should fetch some water for the queen in case she stirs--” 
“Later,” he dismisses, “might I ask another favour of such delicate hands?” 
You dip your chin down, “I serve you and the queen, your highness.” 
“Mm, yes, you recall, the knot in my shoulder, where I carry my sword,” he points along his shoulder, “if it isn’t trouble, I might have you loosen it before I must ride anon.” 
“Your highness,” you acquiesce, curling your fingers into your palms. You remember that first night you met him, as he sat in the steaming tub and had you touch him. You sweat at the memory. 
“It would be best before I soak,” he reaches to untie the laces of his tunic. 
You watch him, helpless. As with the queen, you can only heed his whims. At least he is gentler in his mastery. He pulls his tunic above his head and strips it away completely. He lets it hang over one leg and squares his shoulders as he sits back in the chair. 
You go around him and he moves his hair to his other shoulder. Your hands tremble slightly before you touch him. His muscles are thick and his skin taught across everyone. His arms are rounded with bulk and his neck is bullish in girth. He carries so much strength and power as if it is nothing. 
You squeeze the muscles gently with one hand, pressing the other behind it. You knead carefully, gradually putting more behind it, responding to the soft breaths and low grunts rising from the king. You hit a spot with some resistance and he growls. 
“There,” he grits as he drops his head forward. “Harder.” 
You push your thumb against the little pearl of tension you feel along his shoulder. He exhales deeply and lets out a wolfish snarl. He grips his thigh as you work his flesh. Your hands move without much thought. Lady Rezlyn often requested to have her feet done, a much less ideal task. 
“Mm, treasure...” he breathes though his words aren’t entirely clear. 
Another noise rises from him, sharper than before. You stop, frightened. 
“Your highness, have I hurt you?” You utter. 
Before you can retract your hand, he has a hold of you. He lifts his head and hangs it back, his hair spilling down. He looks up at you with his bright eyes as he clings to your hand. He presses it flat and moves it over his shoulder. He drags it down against his chest where you can feel his heartbeat. 
You’re caught in his gaze and his grasp. You just stand there, entranced by his golden irises. Each time you see them, they are more brilliant than the last. Your own chest tightens and binds up your breath. 
“You can never hurt me,” he rasps. You gulp as he lightens his hold and pets your hand. He closes his eyes and winces. “Little maid...” he sits forward and gently moves your hand away from his chest, “you must go now. You must face the road with us and you will require rest.” He lets you go completely and stands. “I trust my wife will have many a demand to keep you busy.” 
“Yes, your highness,” you murmur. 
“Now,” he insists. “You must go now.” 
He crosses the chamber and stops in the door to his bedchamber. You quickly flit over to the doors that lead out to the corridor. You pause and glance over as you sense him move. He stares at you, his eyes licking with flames. His chest rises and falls, trimmed in thick hair that trails down his hard stomach. 
“Go...” 
You obey and heave open the door. The soldiers on the other side snort. It is late, they must’ve dozed. You don’t think much of that as you harry down the corridor, not looking back. The king’s timber nips at your ears. The way he spoke; ‘go’. It was more than just a word; it was a warning. 
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You rise with the castle, quickly falling into the tumult of the impending departure. When you arrive at the king’s chambers that morning, you are sent away. You find Jazlene in her own. He must have taken her back before the sun. 
She is groggy and sombre as you help her dress. The pain in her skull leaks out in pathetic moans. You offer her lemons water and a cool cloth for her head. You see the difference as she accepts but she remains weak. It will be difficult for her to ride. 
Horses fill the courtyard and the luggage carts crowd around the stables and rear of the castle. The scene reminds you of Debray. You only hope Queen Jazlene does not cause a similar scene. You don’t believe she can. 
You accompany her to the front of the train. The king is not there. The queen clutches her throat as if she might be sick as the smell of the horses is stirred by their whipping tails. She grumbles and calls for a water skin. You find one and she shooes you away. 
“Enough of you,” she snips.  
You stay close, keeping watch should she signal for anything else. She can barely lift her head to do more than drink thirstily. Lords and ladies as good as ignore the queen as she mutters to her horse. 
“Eh, mouse, there y’are,” Bryce’s voice undercuts your pity. “I’ve been looking for ya.” 
You face him and the weight slips from your shoulders, “you have?” 
“What are you insinuating?” He challenges, “Daisy’s missing ya.” 
“Oh,” your brows raise, “well, it just so happens I miss her too.” 
“We’ll be off soon. You should come claim your place with the luggage.” 
“Should,” you agree. 
You follow him through the press of bodies. You get further down, away from the pages and soldiers, see Daisy lazily hoofing at the ground. She chews on a sparse bit of grass in the dust. As you near, you notice that her holster is thicker than it was. She is attached to a small cart. 
“What is this?” You ask as you stop short. 
“It’s yours, mouse,” Bryce says staunchly, “isn’t right you riding with the chests. Not for so far as we need to go.” 
“You... you did this for me?” You ask. "But... what about--” 
“Found a spare horse. He’s a bit less friendly than our beloved but he’ll do fine enough,” he explains, “’sides, Daisy needs a respite. She don’t needa be carrying around my hefty behind much longer.” 
“Oh, my,” you put your hand to your cheek and go to the cart, “Sir Bryce, you are a true knight.” 
“Don’t you get sappy with me,” he tuts as he follows. “Look inside, will ya?” 
You look inside the cart. There’s a long cushion and a pack. It’s a lot compared to what you came with; nothing. Bryce reaches in and tugs something from beneath the cushion. You watch the fur ripple out as he reveals the cloak. It’s thick and long and hooded. He holds it up. 
“When we get to the Hinterlands, you’ll be needing this,” he says. 
You touch the fur, it’s soft. You blink and feel it between your fingers. Your eyes sting. 
“Sir,” you bat your lashes, “it is too much for me.” 
“It isn’t very much, you are just too humble, mouse,” he folds and holds it out to you. “Now, don’t you be telling anyone this was my doin’. I got a reputation to uphold.” 
“Oh,” you clamp your lips shut as you try to hold back your emotion. 
A smile breaks through and you bare your teeth. Your cheeks hurt from the joy bursting forth. You hug the cloak and rock, looking around. As you do, you falter at a familiar face.  
The king leads a dark horse along the edge of the yard. He is looking at you, or so it seems. You let your expression slip and tamp down your glee. You bow your head in King Geralt’s direction. 
When you look up again, he is gone. 
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witchers x maleficent!/fae!reader
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summary: how witcher characters would react to someone having maleficent type horns/wings and magic
notes: got this out just in time for the new season phew
warnings: gn!reader, lambert the middle schooler, jaskier's composing
tagged: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @levithestripper @lu-in-the-library @sunndust (msg me to be added!)
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Geralt
He’s mostly just praying that fate isn’t throwing another curveball at him
Sureeee he’ll spend time with you!! (his fingers are crossed and he’s praying let them be normal let them be normal
Will end up totally accepting you, but he doesn’t love the attention that comes from being a witcher in the company of a fae
He secretly adores your wings
Jaskier
Immediately in song-writing mood
Will make up things about your life to fabricate contents for his ballads
Won’t treat you very different from his other ~weird~ friends
Loves loves loves the attention that comes with it (read: basks in it like the sun)
Yennefer
Yen is fascinated
The academic in her wants to tell her colleagues
And the girl who was all alone and abandoned in her absolutely adores you
You’d do good to make sure that she’s on your side, or she might sell you out
Definitely wants a piece of your magic either way
Ciri
Poor ciri
Eugh she just wants some friends
That don’t die…
She loves your horns and wings
Definitely adores you for also being *different* and having your own magic thing going on
Eskel
He adores your wings
If there is a wing care routing, please let this man do it
Otherwise, he might invent a conditioner-potion for your wings
Don’t scare him in the beginning though, or you may get stabbed
Lambert
Has the reaction of a seventh-grader
Might literally go woahhhhhh
Big hater, but not against you
Will protect you, but will also ask you if you can carry stuff with your horns constantly
Yeah becoming a christmas tree-esque creature may be a con
Coen
Coen honestly just enjoys a helping hand
Your magic will in fact be contributing to his work
Tbf he also makes sure you don’t get killed by angry farmers
The whole thing starts off as a symbiotic relationship but will turn into a friendship (if not more hehe)
Vesemir
Bro does not trust you
Thots and prayers girldude
Oh you have horns and wings? LIKE A MONSTER??
Unless one of his witchers (read:children) introduces you to him, he may attempt murder
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senseless-writing · 8 months ago
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Mountain Top Confessions
Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x child!reader
Summary: Taking place in S1.E6, the little girl that Geralt took under his wing all those years ago isn't so little anymore. After overhearing something she wasn't supposed to while he and Yennefer argued about the quest to find the golden dragon, the witcher is forced to have a conversation with Orion that he'd been hoping to push off for as long as possible.
Warnings: Hurt feelings, talk of regret, death, etc. Really nothing much
A/N: Here's a story for a trope that's not in demand that nobody asked for, and yet I couldn't help but write! I actually wrote this forever ago and completely forgot about it, but I saw it today and thought I should share it even if it's only in self-service. Lemme know what you think!
Just so you know, this story exists within the world of the other Witcher stories I've written with the oc!character Orion. There are some references to those stories or Orion's life with Geralt in general, but I don't think it's completely necessary to read anything to understand this one.
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“Did you mean it? What you said to Yennefer?” 
Geralt sighed, his entire body sagging with the release. After his fight with the enraging sorceress who always seemed to find a way under his skin, he had no energy left for anything more. Least of all a defiant tween. 
He turned to look at Orion, who was stepping out from behind the tree from which she was hiding. The Witcher blamed his scattered emotions for the failing of his normally heightened senses. 
“You weren’t supposed to hear any of that…I told you to stay with Jaskier.”
“But did you mean it?” She asked again, stoically, without meeting his gaze. Geralt couldn’t tell what was going through her head. These days, he never could. 
When Orion was little, and her favorite place in the whole world was Geralt’s arms, the witcher didn’t have to worry about finding the right words to say. All he had to do was hold her, and it was like anything and everything that worried her little head would disappear. 
At first, Geralt detested this part of guardianship. It made him feel like a witcher turned cuddler and coddler, and he could feel Vesemir’s disapproving glare from all the way across the Continent. After giving it some thought, though, he figured it was probably for the best. Those who truly knew him knew how verbose he could be, but witty remarks and philosophical ponderings never meant too much to a six year old. 
But now his Orion was twelve. Her eyes were forever wide, never shutting for the fear of missing something worth learning. And she had so many questions that Geralt alone was in charge of answering. He couldn’t wrap her in his arms anymore and pretend the Continent wasn’t confusing or dangerous. He owed her answers, and she deserved his words. 
Geralt hesitated for only a moment. The truth was unfortunate and uncomfortable, and he’d hoped to not have any conversations resembling the one they were about to have until she was older. But it was too late for that now, and he wouldn’t lie to her. 
“Yes.”
Before he could so much as explain, Orion was already rushing away, quickening her steps to meet up with the rest of the group. 
“Wait-”
She didn’t listen.
“Orion. Wait!”
He jogged forward, grabbing her arm and twisting her around to face him. She ripped herself from his grasp at once. Her face was stone cold, but still present were the hints of a curled top lip and the flash of barred teeth.
She looked so much like him when she did that. It nearly made his head spin. 
He cocked his head to the side a little, a warning for her to check her attitude. She didn’t take it.
“Will you let me explain?” he said with an even tone. 
“Explain what? That you regret taking me in?" The powerful rage in Orion's voice was not enough to mask what Geralt knew was lying underneath: deep, overwhelming hurt. "Well, you know what, no one held a knife to your throat and made you! If you didn’t want me, you should’ve done something about it!”
“That is not what I said.”
“You said-”
“Orion!” he shouted, and the child’s mouth clamped shut at once. She could count on one hand the amount of time he’s raised his voice at her. “What I said was that taking you in taught me, more than anything else, that raising a child is not something to be taken lightly. It’s a lesson that Yennefer could benefit from learning.”
The girl bit her lip and wrapped her arms tightly around her middle. “You said raising me taught you that your life isn't suited to a child. That implies regret.” 
“I do have regrets,” he agreed, and he noticed the flicker of insecurity in her gaze. He felt like an ass for putting it there. “Do you want to know why?” 
Orion stayed silent, and he suspected she didn’t want to know at all. He was going to tell her anyway. 
He spoke his next words very softly. “Every minute of every day, I regret not being able to give you the life you deserve.” 
That clearly wasn’t the answer she was expecting. He could tell from the immediate wrinkle of her brow. 
“What?”
He sighed again, averting his eyes to the group behind her. They were making a steady pace up the mountain. And Jaskier, with his slightly codependent nature, kept turning back every few steps to check on his travel companions. Apparently, their yelling was loud enough to attract the attention of even the loudest of bards. 
Their eyes locked, and Geralt nodded once to let him know that everything was alright. Or, at the very least, that it would be. Jaskier didn’t look convinced, but he gave a defeated shrug and turned back around to continue walking. The witcher hesitantly directed his eyes back to Orion, who seemed to be frozen in a state of confusion. 
“Geralt, I don’t understand any of this.” 
“Our life on the path isn’t normal, Orion. You think it is, because it’s all you’ve ever known, but it’s not.”
“I know tha-”
“No, you don’t. You grew up hiding from monsters that most humans never see in their lifetime. By the age of eight, you were well versed in the art of ignoring those on the streets who throw stones as you walk by. And that's…that's not a reflection on you, it’s a reflection on me.”
“But-”
“I’m not telling you this to make you feel bad about the cards you’ve been dealt. It’s the same way I was raised, it’s all I know. But witchers are a dwindling species for a reason, and the last thing I wanted was to make you a part of our ranks. I never wanted you to be like me.” 
“But I did! I’ve always wanted to be like you.”
Geralt wasn’t sure how to respond to that. He opened his mouth to try, but all that came out was a confused grunt. With a tilted head and lifted brow, the witcher sat there in silence as he struggled to understand. 
How was it possible that after all this time, his sweet, open-hearted Orion still didn’t believe what he knew to be true? He wasn’t the man she thought he was, and the longer she failed to realize that, the longer she would spend wandering blind in the dark. 
Orion took a few steps closer until they were an arms length away. It always shocked the witcher when he noticed how big she had gotten, how much she had changed from the little girl he used to know. “Geralt, people throw rocks at us because they’re afraid of what they don’t understand. You’re the one who told me that.”
“I did, didn’t I?” he averted his eyes. “What was I thinking?” 
Orion’s lips lifted in half a smile.“And people die everyday because they don’t know how to hide from monsters. Most humans don’t even recognize the signs for when one is around. I have a leg up on all of them.” 
“But you wouldn’t be around monsters as often as you are if it wasn't for me.” 
“I wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for you,” she reminded him sharply. “If you hadn’t found me, I’d probably still be sitting at the entrance of Kaer Morhen. A pile of bones withering to dust.” 
“Don’t say that!” Geralt snapped. His sudden change in tone shocked Orion to her very core, as it was a fiery anger that she'd never before heard directed at her. His eyes were wild and rabid as he stared at her, his entire body tense and shaking. To her, it was an extremely paradoxical image; he'd somehow managed to look terrified and terrifying at the same time.
The witcher had to squeeze his fists to stop himself from saying something he might regret. It wasn’t Orion he was mad at. If anything, it was himself.
Because the idea of his child going through a life-or-death situation should have been something he could only imagine. It should have been a distant nightmare, something that tortured his sleep but eased away once he awoke and realized it was only a figment of his imagination. 
Except that it wasn’t. Not for him. Orion had looked death in the eyes more than he could possibly count, and Geralt was the one leading her directly to it. 
“Don’t,” he repeated again in a clipped tone. “Don’t say things like that. You’re here with me because I made a choice. And while I may regret the implications of that choice, don't ever insinuate, even for a second, that I don’t want my child.” 
Orion was used to him calling her his. And she was, in all the ways that mattered. But it was always still a shock to her heart when he did. 
If Geralt noticed her reaction, he didn’t show it. “You needed me, and I made a choice,” he continued on. “Just as I made a choice to not do the same with my child surprise.” 
Oh, the infamous child surprise. From the little Orion knew, the whole thing ranked somewhere high on Geralt’s top ten list of the stupidest things he’s ever done. 
She wouldn’t pretend to understand why he was so insistent on ignoring the existence of someone he was connected to. “What if they need you too one day?” she asked. “What then?”
“He’s a prince of the largest and fiercest kingdom in all the North. He’s got people pleading for the honor of wiping his arse. I doubt he needs the help of a lowly witcher.” 
Or she, Orion thought absently. And perhaps a little dreamily. What luck it would be if Geralt was tied to a princess.
“Kingdoms fall everyday, Geralt. You also said that.” 
“Let's stop using my words against me, yeah? I’ll have to start keeping track of what I say around you.” 
Orion didn’t respond, staring back at him with an expectant glare. 
“Orion,” he leveled with her. “If Cintra falls, he’ll have dozens of people whose sole responsibility is to take the sword for him. He’ll be alright.” 
“And you’re sure of that?” Orion implored. “You can sleep peacefully at night knowing that maybe, just maybe, there’s a kid out there who might one day be as helpless as I was? A kid that, unlike me, is entitled to your protection?” 
“The only person entitled to my protection is you.” 
They were at a stand still, and after a moment of nothing but silence and a gentle breeze passing between them, Orion decided to let it go. She didn’t even berate him for ignoring her question. Because truly, she knew the answer already. She knew that every night, when he thought she was asleep, he rose and paced in circles for hours on end. The sound of him incessantly cleaning his swords had become white noise for her throughout the night. In fact, Orion couldn’t remember the last time she actually saw him sleep; really sleep, that is. Because Geralt wasn’t nearly as much of a master at pretending as he thought he was. 
So instead, all she did was try and direct the conversation back to its original topic. If Geralt wanted to be pig headed about the situation he put himself in, then fine. That wasn’t her main concern. 
At least, not right now it wasn’t. 
“Okay, well,” she sighed, struggling to change subjects without making it sound awkward. Suddenly, this whole conversation felt awkward. She felt stupid for being insecure, and she felt even more stupid for bringing up Cintra when she knew he’d shut down. “You don’t have to worry about not giving me the ‘life I deserve,’ or whatever it is you regret. I quite like the one I have.” 
Geralt remembers her saying something to that effect before. She’s probably said it a number of times by now. But it never mattered, never meant anything real to him. It felt too comparable to a mutt saying that it quite liked its cage. 
So he stayed silent. That alone spoke volumes to Orion. 
“You’re never going to believe me, are you?” she groaned with an exasperated tone. “No matter what I say?” 
He gave her an honest look. “It’s not likely.”
Orion surged forward at once, crashing into his chest with a resounding thud. The witcher barely had time to catch himself, but even as he took a step back to regain his balance, his arms were firmly wrapped around her. 
This wasn’t at all how he imagined this conversation going. He could’ve sworn she was mad at him not ten seconds ago. 
She smushed her face tight to his side, and Geralt strained to hear what she said next. “Can you at least try to understand that I want to be here? With you?”
It’s bothering her, he thought to himself as he rested his chin on her head. And she’s too stubborn to let it go. 
“Can you try to understand that I want you here?” he answered her question with one of his own. 
He felt her nod against his chest, which he supposed was enough. Though truth be told, Geralt wasn’t much for changing. 
And unfortunately, neither was Orion. 
He would never forgive himself for his shortcomings. Day after day, mistake after mistake, Geralt looked back and saw all the ways that he could’ve done better at raising her. He wasn’t used to failing at a job; Vesemir had raised him better than that. And in his eyes, caring for the girl in front of him was the ultimate job. 
But he hadn’t been prepared for it. 
And Orion would never be able to ignore the feeling that a part of them was missing. A part of Geralt, really. It was something he refused to acknowledge, refused to accept. It would gnaw at him forever until he did, and the idea of that continued to gnaw at her. 
This painful circle of lies where one swallowed their truth for the sake of the other was tense and never ending, and it was difficult to pretend that they both weren’t craving something that they desperately needed. For Geralt, a chance to start over. A chance to give Orion the family she should’ve had from the beginning, the one he ripped her from when they left Kaer Morhen. And for Orion, something that would ease Geralt’s mind once and for all. 
Years ago, on that day they’d met one another, each of them had been given something new. A different life, a fresh start. It was all they needed back then. But not anymore. 
Ignoring it would get them nowhere. It was clear now, even if neither of them could voice it, that something else was needed. 
Something more.
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(A/N: This ending is definitely catered towards the book fans out there haha)
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blaidd-gwyn · 2 years ago
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It's been a long time since I last reblogged this, but since I've just updated it why don't you take a look if you haven't already 😉
Blaidd-Gwyn Fic Masterlist
All fics are on my ao3 only but I've listed everything below the read more with the rating, word count and summary.
Challenges/Series
Bad Things Happen Bingo
Whumptober 2021
The Mage's Bard
Nilfgaard Prison AU
Whumptober 2020
Jaskier Whump Week
Agender Jaskier Fics
Stand Alone Fics
If You Ask Me For My Fire (T, 50,057 words) - Jaskier has a secret, one he planned to take to his grave. He has fire magic, something he has been told repeatedly will be the end of him. Fearing for his life, he runs from everything he knows and remakes himself as a bard. It’s a plan that works well until Yennefer uncovers the truth and asks him to join her at the battle of Sodden. A last resort plan to stop Nilfgaard from taking the North. Neither are prepared for the price it will exact, the loss of their magic and purpose, nor for the demon sinking her talons into them both for her own gain.
I'd Burn So Bright It Blinded (T, 16,969 words, incomplete) - While still held captive by Rience, the mage presses his flaming hand to Jaskier's face, burning his flesh and blinding him in one eye. Yennefer rescued him before further damage could be done to his hands, but without her chaos, she was unable to heal him. Between being arrested, dragged half-way across the continent by the very man who broke his heart and charged with escorting Princess Cirilla to Kaer Morhen, Jaskier doesn't even get a chance to so much as look at the injury until after the battle against Voleth Mier several days later. Now all alone in the nearly empty keep, he's left to pick up the shattered pieces of himself.
I Do My Best To Breathe (G, 3,364 words) - No one is there to catch Yennefer as she stumbles away from the portal. She falls to the ground and stays there as she tries to process everything that just happened. No one could blame her for not realising sooner that the hall was too quiet. The bard was nowhere to be seen in the aftermath of the battle.
So My Company Can Suffice (G, 3,547 words) - It had been over a week since Voleth Meir's attack and subsequent banishment, but still Jaskier found no peace. Sleep only brought nighmares, memories of the fire mage and the stench of his burning flesh. Instead of pretending to even try, he passes the nights by sitting in the hall, wishing he could get warm by the fire, utterly alone. That was until Yenenfer joined him one night.
My Head's Not Yours It's Mine (T, 56,832 words) - Geralt has found his child surprise, the former Princess of Cintra. Very quickly he realises they're in danger from Nilfgaard. Knowing they won't stop until they have what they're after, Geralt takesCiri and flees north. On their way, he searches for any signs of his old friends, fearing they too are in danger. In a cell in Novigrad, he finds Jaskier who seems all too happy to join them on the journey to Kaer Morhen.
As days on the road turn to weeks, Geralt can't help but realise that something is wrong with Jaskier. He avoids talking about the things they did together, he doesn't sing, he's tired all the time. The worst is when Geralt catches him with a horrible vacant look in his eyes, like his mind had fled somewhere far away and his body had just been left behind.
A Lonely Aftermath (T, 3,095 words) - Jaskier wasn't blind. It was clear to see there was no place for him in Kaer Morhen. He had fully intended on heading back down the mountain as soon as possible, but nothing was ever simple. Instead he ended up hiding away in his room away from everyone else while he tried to deal with a potentially lethal injury by himself.
It's a good thing then that Yennefer regained her magic and comes to check on him.
The Sandpiper's Demise (T, 15,610 words) - Jaskier doesn't want to wait for Geralt to tell him to leave. He takes matters into his own hands and heads back to Oxenfurt to resume his role as the Sandpiper. At least there he can be of some use to someone. Unfortunately, he's not as good at watching his back as he likes to think and ends up running into trouble with a gang who are none too happy about his work at the docks.
Let Your Chaos Explode (T, 8,499 words, incomplete) - Jaskier is used as a human experiment and gains extrodinary powers that he cannot control. Geralt happens upon a destroyed area of forest, travelling t the epicenter to learn the source. (Part of whumptober 2020 and 2021)
Trying (M, 4,177 words) - Some months after the mountain, Geralt comes across a trail of blood. Following it, he finds a badly injured Jaskier who is no at all pleased to see him.
Splintered Melodies (G, 2,814 words) - Geralt uses Jaskier's lute as a makeshift weapon, shattering it beyond repair. Jaskier mourns it's loss while Geralt tries to make things right.
A Quest for your Memories (T, 48,039 words, incomplete) - Jaskier is a dragon. This is as much a suprise to him as it is to Geralt, only finding out when his old glamour, a ring, gets stolen and he;s forced to shift into his draconic form. They track down Yennefer who tells them the only way to get the memories of his old life back is to get the ring back.
Shattered Glass (T, 1,746 words) - Jaskier gets stabbed with a piece of glass.
Hidden Down Below (T, 4,778 words) - Jaskier gets kidnapped. He thinks he's going to be saved when his kidnappers are killed. Except Jaskier is hidden away in the basement, gagged and unable to make any noise. Instead he's left for days as no one knows where he is.
Left Out in the Storm (M, 8,277 words) - Geralt returns from a contract only to find Jaskier missing. After overhearing some men in the inn bragging about hurting the bard, he goes out to find him.
Your Mind Written in Blood (T, 1,925 words) - Geralt and Yennefer go to rescue Jaskier after he was kidnapped and used in an experimental blood magic ritual.
It wasn't your fault (T, 4,051 words) - After rescuing Jaskier from Nilfgaard, Geralt reflects on how much his new found family means to him.
Jaskier Whump Week 2023
For The Greater Good (T, 4,027 words) - While taking a group of elven refugees across the continent under the cover of night, Jaskier spots a Temerian patrol. Knowing they would all be killed if they were spotted, Jaskier tells the elves to hide while he causes a distraction.
Or
How Jaskier ended up as a prisoner in a Temerian camp at the beginning of Blood Origin.
Echoes (T, 1,118 words) - In the middle of a fight, Jaskier's mind thrusts him back to the night he should have died.
What's The Point (G, 7,365 words) - Jaskier knew there was no point in him being in Kaer Morhen. Geralt had needed information when he'd found him in Oxenfurt, not Jaskier himself, and once he had what he needed he'd been discarded and forgotten. So now, here Jaskier was, in a remote witcher keep with no purpose, feeling out of place and useless. Well, the least he could do was try to help out where he could.
Except no matter how hard he tries, it keeps backfiring.
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Bad Things Happen Bingo
Stolen Words (G, 1,490 words) - Requested by flosimo for the prompt rendered mute. Jaskier loses his voie to illness, Geralt takes care of him.
Didn't Know It Was You (G, 1,334 words) - Requested by anon for the prompt accidentally hurt by a friend. Geralt is camping by himself in the woods and isn't expecting anyone ot try and sneak up on him. He tries to apprehend the mysterious person but ends up hurting Jaskier instead.
Cracks In The Ice (T, 1,573 words) - Requested by anon for the prompt fallen through the ice. Jaskier insits on following Geralt through the snow on a contract. When the monster's trail leads them across a frozen lake, luck is not on their side and Jaskier falls in.
Whumptober 2021
(not including fics that belong to other series)
Come What May (M, 15,522 words) - Geralt Yenenfer and Jaskier are captured by Nilfgaard. Jaskier is tortured to try and get Geralt to reveal the location of Kaer Morhen.
Long Way Down (G, 880 words) - What if Yennefer had pushed Jaskier a little too hard at the edge of the dwarves' shortcut during the dragon hunt?
Going Without (G, 2,372 words) - Jaskier, Geralt and Ciri are caught off-guard by an early winter. Unable to get any more supplies for the journey to Kaer Morhen, they're forced to ration what they have left. Jaskier takes it to the extreme, starving himself to make sure the others are alright.
Coughing Up A Lung (G, 2,202 words, incomplete) - Jaskier becomes very ill in the middle of the woods.
Adrift (G, 2,627 words) - Returning from Skellige, Jaskier and Geralt's ship gets caught in a violent storm, wreaking the vessel and setting them adrift. Jaskier survives but finds himself alone and hopelessly lost in the vast ocean.
Not Like This (M, 3,557 words) - Jaskier touches something he shouldn't. He doesn't realise he's been cursed until he's compelled to draw the attention of a wyvern, almost getting himself killed. Geralt knows something is wrong but will he figure it out before it's too late.
Rough Landing (G, 504 words) - Jaskier has to escape after sleeping with the wrong person. Unfortunately he doesn't quite stick the landing and hurts himself in the process. It's a good thing really that Geralt was passing by.
Now My Blood's Drip, Dripping (M, 3,616 words) - Jaskier wakes up in the dark alone with no memory of how he got there. The man who captured him, Rience he says his name is, wants what Jaskier knows. The whereabouts of Princess Cirilla. And he's all too willing to go to any lengths to get it.
Mage's Bard
(Building up to a Yennskier fic I have planned)
Came for Herbs, Left with a Bard (T, 8,775 words) - Yennefer comes across a very sick and injured Jaskier, practically abandoned in the back room of a herbalist's home. She decided immediately that she must help him recover.
Percieved Slights (T, 3,501 words) - In the absence of a witcher, Jaskier gets targeted instead, taking a beating from a man with very ant-witcher views. Luckily Yennefer is there to make things better.
A Simple Misunderstanding (G, 1,516 words) - Yennefer insists on travelling to a twon for supplies where Jaskier has been banished on pain of death. Unfortunately he's recognised and arrested.
Lead The Way (G, 4,110 words) - After following Yennefer into a trecherous swamp to battle a rogue mage, Jaskier gets cursed, losing his sight. Yennefer must help him navigate the way back to civilisation.
That's Gonna Leave A Mark (T, 500 words) - Jaskier gets stabbed and is rapidly losing blood. Yenenfer must do all she can to save his life.
Fighting For Air (M, 1,000 words) - Ambushed on the road, Jaskier gets his with a spell. He tries to call to Yenenfer for help but all that comes out is blood.
Underneath (T, 11,835 words) - After getting trapped in a cave, Yennefer and Jaskier have to navigate their way deeper, hoping to find a way out. Unfortunately, the whole thing is covered in traps and one gets set off, causing the floor to collapse and burying Jaskier beneatht the rubble.
The Thread of You and Hem of Me (T, 5,126 words) - Yennefer quietly seethed from the far side of the crowded tavern as she watched Jaskier flirt with a woman at the bar, glaring daggers at the pair of them. She had come to expect the jealousy that came with seeing him like this, it having apparently become a habit over the past weeks. She wanted to storm over and tell her to fuck off so she could have Jaskier to herself. But how could she claim him as hers when she wanted him, but didn't love him, at least not in the way he deserved.
Nilfgaard Prison AU
Don't Think So Hard (M, 4,466 words) - Jaskier is subjected to psycological torture, forced to relive the same moments over and over until with no way to get out.
Show Me How This Goes (M, 3,522 words, incomplete) - Yennefer has been captured by Nilfgaard, bound in dimeritium. She is left to waste away until she is weak enough that Fringilla can tear the information she needs right from her mind. It only goes downhill when a familiar brown-haired man is dumped in her cell.
Whumptober 2020
(not including fics that belong to other series)
We'll Leave This Place Alive (T, 4,862 words) - Jaskier is kidnapped and held for ransom while Geralt is out on a contract. The witcher sets out to rescue his bard but things are never simple.
When It All Falls Down (T, 2,177 words) - Jaskier follows Geralt on a dangerous hunt. It turns out his chosen hiding place isn't as safe as he'd hoped when it falls down on him.
Get It Out (T, 2,002 words) - While trying to keep a low profile, Jaskier gets recognised and is chased through busy streets. His effort is rewarded with a crossbow bolt in the leg.
I'll Carry You To Safety (G, 1,310 words) - Jaskier gets poisoned by an archespore.
Afraid of Silence (G, 1,530 words) - Jaskier is captured and left in solitary confinement, slowly losing his grip on reality.
Let Them Take Me Instead (T, 2,466 words) - Jaskier slpits off from Geralt and Ciri as they flee from Nilfgaadian soldiers, allowing himself to be captured so that they can escape.
Don't Mind Me, I'm Just Dying (T, 1,620 words) - Geralt, Yennefer, Jaskier and Ciri are ambushed on the road. Jaskier takes a hrd hit but doesn't tell anyone. They only find out he's hurt when he passes out.
I Think I've Broken Something (G, 2,870 words) - While trying to keep Jaskier safe, Geralt accidentally breaks his ribs after aarding him against a tree.
Just Breathe (G, 5,991 words) - Jaskier gets dragged under the water by drowners. He soon develops pneumonia and badly needs medical care.
The Heat And The Hurt (G, 1,754 words) - Jaskier runs into a burning building to save the people trapped inside.
We Warned You, Bard (M, 1,056 words) - Jaskier gets caught up in a magic fight and gets impaled.
Do I *Look* Like a Murderer to You?? (G, 1,002 words) - Jaskier is accused of murder and sentenced to death. Geralt has to get him out before that happens.
Stitches (G, 306 words) - Jaskier gets hurt, Geralt helps to patch him up.
Glad You Found Me (G, 1,646 words) - Jaskier gets chased into the woods by a pack of leshen controlled wolves and is separated from Geralt.
That Creaking You Hear In My Bones (G, 3,528 words) - Jaskier suffers form chronic pain.
Death From Above (T, 867 words) - Geralt ans Jaskier are ambushed from above by a wyvern.
Let Me Sleep (G, 1,049 words) - Geralt attempts to get rid of Jaskier by refusing to let him get any sleep. It doesn't work.
Not a Fan of Griffins (G, 1,475 words) - Jaskier wakes up to find himself bound and blindfolded. To make matters worse, there's a royal griffin being kept mere meters away.
Do I Know You, Friend? (G, 2,101 words) - Jaskier gets cursed. He barely knows who he is, let alone the man with white hair and golden eyes. He does know that he trusts him with his life.
The Ground Gives Way (G, 2,592 words) - Geralt and Jaskier get ambushed by a chort. After getting backed into a corner at the edge of a cliff, the ground collapses and they tumble down. Geralt is unharmed but finds himself trapped. Jaskier on the other hand is unresponsive.
Lightly Stabbed, I Didn't Want To Frighten You... (T, 1,122 words) - Jaskier gets stabbed, Geralt is concerned.
Tell Us Next Time (T, 3,463 words) - Jaskier meets back up with Geralt, Yennefer and Ciri after taking a slight detour to win a bardic competition. Geralt and Yennefer are too busy worrying about keeping ahead of Nilfgaard tha they don't notice that something seems off with Jaskier.
Jaskier Whump Week 2020
Goodbyes (G, 3,889 words) - On the way back down the mountain, Geralt finds Jaskier stuck at the bottom of a ravine which is rapidly filling with rainwater.
Don't Get Carried Away (T, 1,828 words) - After saving Geralt's life, Jaskier gets carried away by a wyvern. Instead of becoming its dinner, it drops him into the forest below.
Lone Survivor (G, 1,195 words) - Jaskier is the only one to survive being held captive by a nest of bruxae and can't help but feel immense guilt over it.
Vengeful Spirits (G, 3,320 words) - After Geralt thought he'd banished a wraith, Jaskier finds himself becoming increasingly exhausted. Turns out the wraith had cursed him and was now feeding off his life force to sustain itself.
What Are You Willing To Lose (M, 16,174 words, incomplete) - Geralt and Jaskier are on their way to meet Geralt's brothers a well as Yennefer and Ciri before making the climb to Kaer Morhen. Unfortunately they're captured by Nilfgaard and Jaskier is tortured. Eskel and Lambert come to their rescue but they have to hurry if they want to make it to the keep before the snow sets in. and Jaskier is in no state to travel.
Monsters Live In Villages Too (T, 2,590 words) - While Geralt goes out to solve a monster problem for a village, the people decide to pay him back by abducting his bard and leaving him helpless in the woods.
Until Dawn (T, 2,862 words) - A monster made of shadow chases Geralt and Jaskier throught he woods. It's unaffected by Geralt's silver sword. With no way to kill it, their only option is to keep running.
Agender Jaskier Fics
(Jaskier uses they/them pronouns)
Temporary Company (G, 1,465 words) - Jaskier introduces themself to Geralt after the incident at Posada and explains a little about themself.
Nightmares (G, 2,121 words) - Jaskier increasingly suffers from terrible nightmares. Geralt isn't sure how to help them.
Fuck U, Bitch (G, 1,224 words) - Jaskier gets misgendered and humiliated by Valdo Marx. Geralt comforts them.
Narrow Escape (T, 4,159 words) - After portalling the four of them away from a Nilfgaardian ambush, Yennefer is left drained and Jaskier is badly injured. Without her magic she can't heal them so they're forced to seek shelter elsewhere until her chaos recovers.
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thezombieprostitute · 2 months ago
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Tech Tuesday: Double G's
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Summary: The holidays can be trying times for everyone.
A/N: Written for @the-slumberparty's December Daze . The Prompt: i just can't wait until the holidays are over.
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Geralt took the groceries from God as soon as he entered the apartment. He felt bad for not partaking in the grocery shopping so insisted on being the one to put them all away while God sat and recovered. It had been suggested that they order their groceries delivered but the G's were very particular about their groceries.
God walked into the kitchen only to have Geralt press his water bottle, fresh from the fridge, into his hands. A silent gesture of "you rest. I've got this." God nods and goes back to the living room to sit and recover.
Being out and about was always taxing for them. Their anxiety always spiked amongst crowds, their bodies alert for any sign of trouble. When they did the shopping together they could relax a little, knowing someone had their back. But between the Christmas lights, increased crowd sizes with many people overdosing on perfume and cologne, and the inane Christmas music playing nonstop, Geralt got overwhelmed more easily than usual.
So it was that, every December, God was the one to do all of the grocery shopping for them. He had an easier time shutting out the excess noise and was unbothered by the extra lighting, even the blinking ones.
Geralt spent some extra time in the kitchen making up one of God's favorite sandwiches. A simple bologna and munster cheese with just the faintest hint of mayonnaise. Rather bland for Geralt's tastes, but it's what God's taste and texture sensitivities could handle. Geralt also made sure they were stocked up on all the ingredients for buttered noodles for dinner.
Geralt quietly sets the plate next to God, trying to let him properly destim in the dark, quiet of the living room.
"Has Jaskier sent the invite yet?" God asks, slightly startling Geralt.
"Yennefer this year," Geralt answers.
"Did you want me to go with you this year?"
"Yennefer promises she'll have food for you."
"You didn't answer my question."
Geralt sighs, "I would appreciate it."
God nods. He normally posts one of those "want to piss off your parents?" offers on Craigslist for Christmas but he'll forego that this year. His partner needs him and that takes priority.
"I just can't wait until the holidays are over."
A grunt is given in solidarity.
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