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[kinthinia]

Ruin Me

"This is a very simple experiment, bard." Cold blue eyes met Jaskier's. "The Witcher over there? He's dying. There's only one thing that can save him at this point."

Jaskier glanced towards Geralt apprehensively; his head lolled back. If he was conscious, he gave no sign of it.

"I want you to bond him."

Jaskier jerked, staring at the man in horror. "No."

Soul-bonding was intimate, a moment reserved in private between two people who had decided to share every joy and every sorrow. They would feel each other's pain, know if the other was on the brink of death. It was a bond that could only be forged with good intention, with the purest motive. There was no way to undo it. Bonding Geralt would mean surrendering half his soul to the Witcher, to experiencing every pain, and every woe. But worse than that. Witchers didn't have souls. Jaskier would be throwing away the greatest connection he could ever experience, for a man who would never be able to return it. Jaskier was romantic enough to admit that he wanted a romance of the ages, and a bond of certainty.

Not this.

"Let me make this easier for you: bond him, or I'll kill you."

Chapter One

[caramelo7dulce]

Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion from The Witcher REC LIST

Rec Masterlist HERE 

Petals and Pining by roughentumble -  He's failed, as he always does, and now he's riddled with the ridiculous, cloying scent of buttercups. He aches, a little, somewhere deep, thinking of them destroyed. He lifts his foot and the petals are unrecognizable in the dirt. There's a sudden, acute stab of pain in his chest, his heart clenching at the sight. He ignores it, as always.

Howling, Hunting, Harboring by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels - Jaskier is more than happy to help Geralt work through the effects of his potions.

The One My Soul Cries Out For by whisperedstory - Soulbonds aren't supposed to be one-sided, but everyone knows witchers don't have soulbonds and Jaskier has learned to live with it, learned to be satisfied with being just Geralt's friend. But then the dragon hunt happens and they split up and the longer Jaskier is away from Geralt, the worse he starts to feel until it becomes unbearable. He decides to find someone to break the bond...

Rare Bird by spqr - Jaskier understood from a very young age that his life was not destined to be a happy one.

Of Wolves and Buttercups by Kinthinia - Jaskier hadn’t really thought about it like that. It was a fact he had a soul mark, that he had another half out there. And love, in his opinion, was the greatest reason to live. Of course, he would fall in love with his soulmate -it was as natural as breathing. He didn’t need to meet the man (and he was sure it was a man; they didn’t make women witchers, after all) to know he would love him. But would the witcher love him back? For the first time, he wondered if his plan was quite so great after all.

wolfsong, larksong by Iris_Duncan_72 - Soul companions appear in a time of great need.

Always by Breyito - In the aftermath of a hunt; Geralt realises that Jaskier has his Soulmark exposed. Despite their many years travelling together, he has never seen that part of the bard’s hip naked. Seeing the image before Jaskier can cover it, the Witcher understands why.

Dandelions, Buttercups and Anemone by TheTruestMoose - It had been two years. Two years since the dragon hunt. A year since he’s been travelling with the child surprise. Two years since he lost Yennefer. Two years since Jaskier left. And Geralt is two years too late.

Lovely Bitter Water by QueenForADay - “Bard wandered right through the next town over,” a farmer says, scratching a patchy beard. "You know what folk are like over there. They don’t particularly like Witchers. Hate them, in fact.”Geralt turns his head...“They’ve been trying to get their hands on a Witcher for years,” another farmer joins in, picking at some leftover food on his plate.The first man shrugs, lifting his tankard to his mouth. “If you can’t go about killing an actual Witcher, do the next best thing: kill it’s bed-warmer.”

One Blessing by Jana_C - Lambert finds a bard - a dying bard - and brings him to Kaer Morhen. After all, it wouldn't do to leave Geralt's bard to die in a bandit camp. If only they knew what was wrong with him, and how to heal it.

Czuć Do Kogoś Miętę by stratumgermanitivum, whiskeyandspite - Geralt claims that Witchers can't find - or be - bonded mates, that they never  present a dynamic, that they're infertile and "not even like betas"....but are they though?

Cat got your knot? by dreamscapefics - So when Geralt, an Alpha wolf, met Jaskier, an Omega cat, in Posada all those years ago, he never expected for the feline bard to stick to him, much else befriended him. Jaskier, with his black kitty ears on top of his tousled chestnut hair, almost always has his black fluffy tail held high, alerting Geralt that the young man enjoys being in the wolf’s presence. And Geralt, internally exasperated at his own biological urges, is unable to stop his own fluffy white tail from wagging back and forth, a clear indication that he’s just as happy to have the bard around.

Grip Me Like an Animal by Caelanmiriel - In which Geralt can't fucking sleep, and he turns to a witch for help, whose solutions aren't exactly conventional.

I'll write a ballad of us yet by bards_witcher - Witchers can't have soulmates, everybody knows that. So what's to happen when a small lark chooses to accompany Geralt of Rivea along the Path.**Soulmate AU where everyone at some point gets a spirit animal that reflects their soulmate

Crown of Flowers by DyslexicSquirrel - The mighty Northern king (did they call them kings here? He honestly wasn’t sure, but should most likely find out), the White Wolf (the meaning for that nickname had been apparent even with what little he could see through his veils), conqueror of the Four Realms, alpha to end all alphas—-with an omega mate who was taller than him.

We’re Simply Meant To Be by BorealLights - Julian is nine when his soul mark appears; the head of a white wolf in front of two crossed swords, on his right shoulder. He still remembers his mother tearfully telling him to hide it, lest his father see it. Geralt is seventy one when he gets his soul mark. A songbird perched on a ring of golden flowers. It’s pretty and delicate- too delicate to belong near him, let alone on his (filthy, monstrous) hands. Not for the first time, and certainly not for the last time, he curses destiny.

[jaytodd1129]

           A sad Jaskier playlist about unrequited love, being too much for            people to handle and yet somehow never quite enough for anyone            to stay. For being the toy, the punchline, the legendary fuck.. but            just.. not the kind of person people fall in love with.

I dedicate this fanmix to the amazing Kinthinia on AO3, first for introducing me to the song Tolerate It by Taylor Swift and giving me so many Jaskier feels that I just had to start off the playlist with that song. And second, for being one of the most AMAZING writers out there and the true OG at writing Geraskier fic. You own my ass, now and forever ;). Thank you for **tolerating** ahem ahem! ..and indulging all my deranged rants about these boys and their love <3

[Spotify] [YouTube]

I. TOLERATE IT - taylor swift                     I wait by the door like I'm just a kid / use my best colors for your portrait / lay the table with the fancy shit / and watch you tolerate it /

II. LIABILITY - lorde                                        They say "you're a little much for me / you're a liability / you're a little much for me"

III. FEELINGS ARE FATAL - mxmtoon                                        I'm always sad / and I'm always lonely / but I can't tell you / that I'm breaking slowly /

IV. FEELS LIKE WE ONLY GO BACKWARDS - tame impala                                                  I know that you think you sound silly when you call my name / but I hear it inside my head all day / When I realize I'm holding on to the hope that maybe / your feelings don't show /

V. GHOST - halsey                                      I'm searching / for something / that I / can't reach

VI. BAD RELIGION - frank ocean                                      I can never make him love me / never make him love me / love me / love me /

VII. AUTUMN'S MONOLOGUE - from autumn to ashes                                    Oh, why can't I be what you need? / a new improved version of me / but I'm nothing so good, no I'm nothing / just bones / a lonely ghost burning down songs

VIII. THE NIGHT WE MET - lord huron                                    Take me back to the night we met / and then I can tell myself / what the hell I'm supposed to do / and then I can tell myself / not to ride along with you

IX. JE TE LAISSERAI DES MOTS - patrick wilson                                  Embrasse moi / Quand tu voudras /

[vague-shadows]

Hella behind on responding to this, but it seemed fun so going for “better late than never?” 

Tagged by the lovely and wonderful @beepthelesserknownllama. It seriously made my day that I was even on your radar to tag ‘cause I’ve been an involuntary wallflower for fandom these past several months.

five songs you’ve been listening to on repeat recently:

(1) Teenagers (MCR); (2) You’re Gonna Go Far Kid (The Offspring); (3) Something I Need (OneRepublic); (4) Would You Come Home (5) Simply the Best (Noah Reid version and the Tina Turner version ). ..... can you tell I’ve been writing for Black Parade lately lol...

last movie: Fellowship of the Ring re-watch with Bae, and before that Moxie which we really enjoyed!

currently watching: OBSESSED with Prodigal Son, also 911:Lonestar, WandaVision, and The Falcon and The Winter Soldier

currently reading: The Body Keeps the Score....and like four other mental-health support books I should really spend more time with...

Tagging: @kinthinia, @you-cant-spell-subtext-without, @christchex @aewriting and a ton of others I know I’m forgetting, but legit anyone who wants to, go for it <3  wishing you ALL THE BEST

[spectralarchers]

I suppose I tricked you into thinking I liked you.

You didn’t specify characters, so I’m going to improvise

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The sand makes a crunching noise when he grits his teeth to numb the pain. It echoes through him like a lighting bolt. The belt ripped the skin apart and Clint’s absolutely, one hundred percent sure that it will affect how he performs tonight in the ring. 

“Jacques, come on-” he hears Barney plead, but Barney’s on the floor too. He didn’t get away with it either, his front tooth is chipped and Clint saw the swelling on his eye- it’ll take a long time before that black eye swells down and allows Barney to see out of his left eye again.

He hears the belt before he feels the pain again, but this time it ripples through his body even harder and he can’t help the scream that escapes his lips. 

“Come on, we didn’t-”

“Oh, ferme ta gueule,” Jacques bites as he steps forward and kicks Barney in the chest, shoving him back down onto the gravel and sand, next to Clint who’s clutching a stone in order to keep himself from falling flat onto his chest. “You thought I would be a daddy, hein? You thought that- that I could replace your mama and papa? Fucking! Wrong!”

The last two words blur out in Clint’s ears, because the belt strap hits him when Jacques pronounces them, and Barney yells out again, a moan as a foot steps onto his chest. “You bastard!”

“I suppose I tricked you into thinking I liked you, hein?”

Jacques spits, as he pulls the belt back into his hand, and Clint cries out before anything happens. When the buckle hits him in the shoulderblade he screams, though he knows nobody will come looking for them here- see no evil, do no evil, hear no evil and all that. 

Shoving his belt back in place, Jacques shakes his head and leaves the boys lying in the dust. The pain radiates in Clint’s body and his hand shakes as he tries to reach for Barney, who’s crying out too. There are tears on their faces, but they’re as much rage, and pain, as they are fear. When Clint’s hand makes contact with Barney’s, he breaks down. They’d hoped that they could find some sort of salvation here, and all they found seemed to be damnation...

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Send me an anonymous ask completing the sentence “I wish you would write a fic where…”

[kinthinia]

I am gonna write so much angst into this.... it's gonna be great.

[kinthinia]

Did I update my fic after a few weeks too long? Yes. Am I proud of it? So proud of this baby fic. Its honestly my fastest fic growth by views/kudos ever.

Is it also a silly self-indulgent AU of Beauty and the Beast and Howl's Moving Castle? Yes.

Do I keep surprising myself with the plot twists? Yes.

The best news: Its nearly conplete so I can move onto my next self-indulgent AU that Ive been holding onto for the last two months.

[kinthinia]

I said I was probably going to update by today, for my fic, but like. MAN have I been pushing that write more button really hard, and I’m gonna continue to play video games and chill for today xP

[kinthinia]

Songbird

So the angsty Jaskier without a voice will eventually be worked into my plot for this fic. It’s a little self-indulgent, and a little inspired by Inu Yasha (because I really want to see Jaskier play with Geralt’s wolf ears, I needed that scene).

A hundred some years ago, the Witcher Geralt fled into the Forest of Wolves with Renfri, the last known Songbird. Neither of them walked out alive. Renfri, cut down in her prime, her extraordinary powers lost forever; and Geralt, trapped in eternal slumber, his wish never granted.

Songbirds are exceedingly rare creatures, born to humans, living normal human lives with one notable difference: using nothing more than their voice, they are capable of breaking any curse, and granting power beyond imagination. Many humans seek them out for power, or profit; Witchers seek them for permission to quit the Path and become whole once more; while monsters hunt them down mercilessly.

Jaskier, determined to compose the best tragic love story in a century, sets out to see the Witcher in the Woods with his own eyes. Instead, he breaks a life-long curse, accidentally revives the dead, and falls in love with a man he can never have.

--or the one where Witchers and half-demons are one in the same, their parentage determining which School they attend, and Jaskier has an actual silver tongue, he just doesn't know it yet.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23866573/chapters/57368257

[kinthinia]

Songbird Ch 2

“Songbirds are exceptionally rare,” Stregobor said conversationally as he poured green water into the tub. “Partly because they themselves are not born aware of their power. Cursed monsters can sense it in them, and Witchers, I suppose. Beastly things -ever seen one of them lose control?”

Jaskier didn’t answer, because he couldn’t.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23866573/chapters/57476674#workskin

[kinthinia]

Of Wolves and Buttercups

It is finished!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23817220/chapters/57275083

[kinthinia]

I guess I'll write more of Songbird after all. (Though Im baffled by why you all like it so much! Its lovely. Thank you for your support)

I have one chapter left of Of Buttercups and Wolves then I'll start on finishing Songbird.

[kinthinia]

Songbird Ch8

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23866573/chapters/59764642

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ASe0q5D2Ubs the song

[kinthinia]

Songbird ch5

Jaskier pulled the tattered remains of Geralt’s shirt aside and stared. It was bad. Three of the claws had punctured, deeply. The others were grazes, but even they were worryingly long. Jaskier ran to his bag, dragging it over. He hauled out the linen first, pressing the fabric against the punctures that were bleeding heavily.

“If you were human, I’d say you were dead,” Jaskier laughed nervously. “But this? A flesh wound at most, Geralt.”

“Hm.”

And it wasn’t a hm full of confidence, and a glance at the Witcher revealed he was staring at the sky thoughtfully. Thoughtful wasn’t a word he was accustomed to associating with Geralt. He didn’t think it meant anything good could come from it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23866573/chapters/57999784

[kinthinia]

Songbird ch4

But he knew with certainty, without having to think on it, that waking Geralt should have been impossible. Unless he was a Songbird, and Jaskier certainly would have noticed if he had magic powers when he sang. For one, men and women would have been throwing themselves at his feet, and secondly, Valdo Marx would be six feet under by now.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23866573/chapters/57665665

[kinthinia]

Songbird -ch7

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23866573/chapters/58413235