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The Witcher Headcanon (Modern Au) - Error 404 Brain Not Found: Bonus Scene - Part 11

"Hey, Geralt, isn't that your f***ing bard?" Lambert asked, pointing towards the sidewalk. He and Geralt were on their way back from the hobby store, and were waiting for the light to change.

Geralt scanned the moderately crowed sidewalk. Yep, that was Jaskier! The bard was doing a little window shopping at the jewelery store.

"Yeah, that's him,"

"It's close to lunch time, let's see if he wants to get someting to eat!"

"He'll probably say no," Geralt said.

"Well, then we'll just have to pursuade him!" Lambert replied.

Geralt glanced at the red-haired Witcher.

He grinned at Geralt mischeviously.

Geralt grinned back.

Jaskier looked over the jewlery in the window. There was a really nice ring that had caught his eye, and he also spied a necklace that he knew Yennefer would like. Maybe he would stop on the way home this afternoon and get them.

Jaskier continued on his way, heading to the studio. He paused to check his phone...

The light changed, and Geralt floored it...

As bystanders watched, the rusty old van swerved to the sidewalk. The sliding door whipped open, and a large, red-haired Witcher leapt out and grabbed the poor man who had stopped to check his phone.

The poor man is screaming and flailing as the scary Witcher drags him into the van. Or tries to. The man is certainly putting up a struggle. He is proving to be a bit difficult to hold on to...

Jaskier is putting his phone back in his pocket when hands grab him and start dragging him away. "Motherf***er!" he snarls when he recognizes Lambert, "Let me go!"

"You're coming with us!"

Jaskier, either genuinely unaware of how he sounded or just out of pure pettiness, started screaming, "Nooooo!" and desperately trying to break Lambert's grip.

Lambert finds himself trying to hold on to Jaskier, who is twisting, wiggling, flopping, randomly going dead weight, and making all kinds of noises.

He finally gets an arm around Jaskier's waist and a hand over his mouth just as he starts screaming, "Help!", and half frog-marches, half drags him towards the van.

He's almost there when Jaskier goes dead weight, slips out of Lambert's grasp, and tries to run. Lambert's grabbing the back of his shirt and trying to swing him towards the open van door.

Jaskier grabs a lamp post and is screeching and cussing as Lambert pries him off and drags him backwards towards the van.

Geralt is getting nervous in the van. This is taking way to long, and people are staring, and...sh*t here come the police. F**k.

Jaskier was clinging to the door frame of the van as Lambert tried to yank him inside when the authorities arrived.

Lambert abruptly let Jaskier go to put his hands up as the police surrounded them.

Jaskier fell to the ground with a surpirsed little yelp and was 'rescued' by an officer and put safely in the back of a police cruiser.

They hadn't even given him time to explain before they rushed back to assist in apprehending his kidnappers.

Things were not looking good. He dialed Yennefer's number and then hesitated. Pushing 'call' was practically a death sentence. Yennefer was going to f***ing kill them all in front of the police. They would probably be safer in jail...

Geralt and Lambert were cuffed and laying face down on the sidewalk, frantically trying to explain. The police seemed disinclined to listen due to all the eye-witness testimony.

F**k.

Jaskier swallowed hard and hit 'call'.

"We know him! He's our friend!" Lambert was saying as Yennefer arrived via portal. She was immediately confronted, and not happy about having guns pointed at her

"Don't f***ing point that thing at me! I'll turn the lot of you into toads, the King be d*mned!"

"I'll turn him into a toad as well!"

"Why is my husband on the ground in handcuffs?"

"Of course I know him, you nimrod, I just told you he is my f***ing husband! The other guy? Never seen him before in my life."

Lambert: *gasp of offended betrayal*

Geralt: *hmmm!* (translation: Yen, stop f***ing around!)

"Fine, yes, I know him. He's my brother-in-law, and he's a bigger dumba** than my husband! Now someone with an IQ of more than two digits tell me what's going on!"

"Kidnapping!?"

Yennefer looked at Geralt, Lambert, and Jaskier in turn.

Geralt was suddenly very busy studying an incredibly interesting crack in the sidewalk.

Lambert was pressing his face into the sidewalk so there would be absolutely no chance they could make eye contact.

Jaskier was sitting in the back of the police cruiser. When Yennefer looked at him, he had the audacity or wave.

"You a**clowns! I should just let them take all your a**es to jail!"

"We were just trying to take him to lunch!" Geralt tried to explain.

"By pulling up in a pedo van and snatching him off the street? Really, Geralt?"

"We didn't think he would put up a fight!" Lambert added.

"Shut up, Lambert, the adults are talking!"

"I'm sorry, officers. This is all just a big misunderstanding. The man they were trying to 'kidnap' is my brother-!"

"I thought I was your Darling Husband!" Jaskier interjected from the backseat of the police car.

Yennefer turned and gave him A Look, and a very graphic mental image of what she was going to do to certain parts of his anatomy if he didn't immediately shut the h*ll up.

Jaskier quickly shut his mouth and the car door. For his own safety.

Geralt and Lambert were given a chance to explain themselves, identities and relationships were confirmed, and the detainees were handed over to Yennefer.

The witch glared at them and pointed mutely at the van. They scrambled for it like horror movie victims making a last ditch effort to survive.

They probably weren't going to survive for long, judging by the sounds that began emanating from the van after the witch closed the sliding door behind her.

The police prudently packed up and left.

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ghostinthelibrarywrites · 2 years

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Loves Me Knot

This is a fic I wrote for @witcher-bows-and-arrows... and then totally forgot to post for two weeks. So Happy Belated Valentine's Day, everyone! This is set in the same AU as Knot On My Watch and Sorry Knot Sorry.

Prompt: Mate

Rating: E

Pairing: Geralt/Jaskier

Warnings: omegaverse, explicit sexual content

Word count: 5K

Summary: It’s been half a year since Jaskier last saw Geralt at the fateful banquet in Cintra—after which Jaskier made the mistake of asking Geralt to be his mate and Geralt ran away. So he’s taken off guard when Geralt bursts into his office in Oxenfurt and tells Jaskier that they need to mate right away to help him catch a katakan targeting omegas.

You can read it below or find it on AO3!

***

“This isn’t a bad composition, per say,” Jaskier tells the fidgety young man sitting across the desk from him, trying to keep his voice as gentle as he can. “It’s just very close to the last assignment you did for this class.”

“But you gave me top marks on that one, professor!” Piotr says, overwrought as only a first year getting his first less-than-stellar grade can be.

Jaskier sighs and reaches across the desk to pat the lad reassuringly on the hand. Teaching at Oxenfurt year-round, rather than just for the winter term, seemed like a good idea months ago. He thought it would give him time to rest, as well as providing him and Geralt with a bit of a much-needed break from each other after the disaster in Cintra. But he doesn’t have to deal with tearful first years on Path.

“Yes, I did,” he says. “Because it was a lovely song the first time you submitted it. But this was your final assignment of the term and it just isn’t—”

The door of Jaskier’s office bursts open, ricocheting off the wall. Piotr lets out a shriek of surprise, then shrieks again when Geralt comes striding in. Geralt looks distinctly worse for wear, Jaskier notices, his armor worn and his face pinched in that way it gets when he hasn’t been getting enough rest. He looks like he’s lost weight and Jaskier tamps down on that old urge to protect and provide, because Geralt made it pretty damn clear that wasn’t what he wanted from him.

“Professor!” Piotr squeals, holding up his composition like he thinks it will shield him from a witcher.

“Calm down, Piotr.” Jaskier rises to his feet, opening his mouth to ask Geralt what the fuck he’s doing here after all this time.

Geralt beats him to it. “Jaskier, I need you to mate with me.”

Piotr squeaks. Jaskier wonders if the fish pie he had for lunch was bad and is making him hallucinate. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Excuse me?” he finally asks when he finds his voice.

Geralt’s golden eyes have a slightly wild look to them. “I need you to mate with me,” he says again.

Jaskier stares at him for a long moment, then turns to Piotr. “Piotr, office hours are done for the day. Why don’t we chat tomorrow after class?”

Wide-eyed, Piotr rises to his feet, looking between Geralt and Jaskier. “Er, congratulations?”

“Good day, Piotr,” Jaskier says firmly, already anticipating the wild rumors that are sure to have spread by the end of the day. He watches as Piotr edges by Geralt, then says, “Hello, Geralt.”

Geralt steps inside, letting the door close behind him. “Will you do it?”

“I’m doing well, thank you.” Jaskier crosses his arms over his chest, scowling at his lover. Or his former lover? He’s not sure, to be honest. It’s not like Geralt officially ended their love affair, but he did tell Jaskier that he would never be his mate before leaving him alone in Cintra. “Classes have been going well and I forgot how beautiful Oxenfurt is in the spring. I would ask how you’re doing, but given that you look like shit, I already know the answer to that. When’s the last time you slept?”

“Ten days ago,” Geralt says. “There’s a katakan that’s been killing newly mated omegas. The only way to catch it is to make myself bait.”

Jaskier closes his eyes and lets out a long breath. Of course Geralt doesn’t want to mate with him because he loves him or wants to spend the rest of his life with him. Of course it’s just because of witcher business. “Come on, I’m not having this conversation while you look half dead on your feet, nor where any of my students or colleagues could walk by. Let’s go back to my lodgings.”

***

Geralt can’t stop watching Jaskier as the bard moves around the kitchen of his Oxenfurt townhouse, preparing a tray of crackers, salted meat, and cheese, even though Geralt has told him multiple times that he’s fine. Geralt has wiped himself down with the soap and basin of water Jaskier brought him and changed out of his armor. He should feel relaxed, but the knot of tension hasn’t left his shoulders.

Jaskier looks just like he did when they parted ways in Cintra six months ago. He smells the same, moves the same, talks the same. But there’s a distance there that wasn’t there before. He holds himself a little differently, like he’s bracing himself. Geralt doesn’t like it, even though he knows that there’s no one to blame for the distance but himself.

Walking away from Jaskier in Cintra before the foolish alpha bound himself for life to Geralt out of obligation seemed like the right thing to do at the time. But now here Geralt is, asking Jaskier to bind himself for life anyway, because Geralt will always want more than he should when it comes to Jaskier.

“Here you go.” Jaskier puts the plate down in front of Geralt, as well as a mug of ale. “Eat.”

Geralt doesn’t actually remember the last time he ate something that wasn’t jerky or hardtack, so he takes a piece of cheese with a grateful nod. “Thank you.”

Jaskier watches him eat for a moment, arms crossed tightly over his chest. He smells unhappy and Geralt hates it. “Why are you here, Geralt?”

Geralt finds he can’t look at him. “There’s a katakan in Denesle that’s killed a half dozen omegas, all within days of them being mated. I remember Vesemir telling me about something like this a few years back. If it’s the same katakan he told me about, she’s been popping up every two or three years for decades. She’ll spend a month or so killing every newly mated omega she can find, then she’ll vanish and pop up on the other side of the Continent years later. I need to find her and kill her before she disappears again.”

“And so you want to make yourself bait?”

“Too dangerous to use anyone else as bait.”

“Oh, of course.” Jaskier’s voice is heavy with sarcasm. “Your heat isn’t for months, Geralt.”

“Got a potion in Novigrad to induce heats.”

Jaskier’s lips pinch like he’s tasting something sour. “What happened to ‘witchers don’t take mates? Witchers spend their lives alone?’” He pitches his voice lower, like he always does when he’s imitating Geralt.

Geralt is hit with the sudden, vivid memory of Jaskier standing outside of the Cintran palace, looking up at Geralt with an uncertain smile.

“You don’t have to walk away from this,” Jaskier said at the time. “Look, it’s about time you made an honest alpha out of me. We can mate. We can be a family, us and your child of surprise. Hell, we can settle down in Cintra so she can still see Calanthe, Duny, and Pavetta. They have a university here, even if it’s no Oxenfurt. We can have a house with a garden and a stable for Roach. We can have a life together, Geralt, away from the Path.”

And Geralt told him no and rode away, because he wouldn’t stick Jaskier with his mistakes. Jaskier, who was always so careful not to knot any of his lovers except Geralt and who drank a tea to make himself less likely to father a child. Jaskier, who didn’t want to be a father any more than Geralt did. Jaskier, who had given up his whole life to walk the Path with Geralt. Geralt hadn’t intended to ask more of him, not until the katakan forced his hand.

“I wouldn’t ask this of you,” Geralt says stiffly. “But people are dying and more will die if I don’t stop this thing. Her last victim was killed on his wedding night. His new wife stepped outside to use the outhouse and came back to find her husband dead in their bed.”

He closes his eyes against the memory of the young alpha’s anguished face. He knows she’ll carry the guilt of not having been able to protect her omega for the rest of her life, even if there’s nothing she could have done.

“Geralt,” Jaskier says, like he’s picking each word carefully. “Mating is for life.”

“I know. Like I said, I wouldn’t ask you to do this if it wasn’t the only thing I could think of.”

“You found the idea of becoming my mate so repellant six months ago that you left me alone in Cintra. Do you know how angry Calanthe was about the whole Law of Surprise thing? I had to talk my way out of ending up in the stocks. I’m pretty sure the only reason I didn’t was because Pavetta talked her mother out of it.”

“Fuck.” Geralt’s gaze flicks anxiously over Jaskier, but he doesn’t see any signs of injury.

Jaskier smiles tightly. “I’m fine, but I’m under orders to never return to Cintra and to tell you to do the same. I don’t think the Lioness of Cintra will be spreading the word about my triumphant performance at the wedding, I’m afraid to say.”

“I’m sorry.” Geralt knows it’s inadequate, but he doesn’t know what else he can say to make this right. He should never have come to Jaskier about this, he realizes. He has no right to ask his bard for something this big. Abruptly, he stands up. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come here. I’ll find someone else.”

“Someone else?” Jaskier stares at him with the same incredulity as when Geralt appeared in his office. “Someone else to mate?”

Geralt nods. It won’t be easy to find an alpha willing to mate a witcher omega, but maybe he can find an alpha in Denesle willing to sacrifice themselves for the sake of more omegas’ lives. It’s not like he’ll make the poor fucker endure his company after the mating.

“No.” A growl enters Jaskier’s voice and Geralt goes still, some latent instinct snapping to attention. “You’re not just going to go out and offer your neck to the first knothead that comes along.”

Geralt swallows, mouth suddenly dry. “I told you, I need to mate someone if I’m going to lure the katakan out.”

“Then I’ll fucking do it.”

“But—”

“You say people are dying.” Jaskier sets his jaw stubbornly, in a way that reminds Geralt of the first time that the bard told him that he was coming with him and Geralt could try to leave him behind as many times as he wanted, but Jaskier would always catch up to him. “And if the choices are innocent omegas being slaughtered in their wedding beds, you finding some random alpha to mate you, or me giving you a mating bite, then it’s no choice at all.”

“I’m sorry,” Geralt tells him.

Jaskier smiles tightly. “When do we leave for Denesle?”

***

Jaskier knows that Geralt hates being knotted in unfamiliar places. They’ve split his heats between the heat rooms at the Temple of Melitele and the lovely omega spas in Toussaint since that first unexpected heat in the middle of Velen. He can see the tension in his omega as Geralt paces around the room at the inn, already reeking of pre-heat. It’s a perfectly fine room, probably one of the nicer ones where they’ve stayed during their travels, with a comfy mattress, plenty of bedding for a nest, and a sturdy lock on the door.

“I don’t know why you’re fussing,” Jaskier finally tells Geralt, because the pacing is setting his nerves on edge. “The whole point is us not being safe here, right?”

Geralt turns to frown at him, looking a little hurt. “I want you safe. As soon as we’re mated, I’ll go take a walk and hope the katakan smells me.”

“Fucking and running, Geralt?” Jaskier asks with a levity he doesn’t feel. “You cad.”

That only makes Geralt’s frown deepen. “I told you—”

“I know, you wouldn’t be doing this if you had a choice.” Jaskier turns away so he doesn’t have to look at Geralt’s face. “You have made that abundantly clear, my dear. You don’t have to worry about me getting any romantic notions.”

“Why are you doing this then?”

“Because you need my help and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” Jaskier says. “We’ve known each other for over a decade, Geralt. Haven’t you figured that out by now?”

Geralt is quiet for a moment before he says, “Of course I know that.” He doesn’t say it like he thinks it’s a good thing.

“Then why do you keep not letting me?” Jaskier whirls on him.

Geralt looks away, jaw tight. “We should get started. This potion works fast. My heat will be over within the hour.”

It says a lot about Jaskier’s emotional state that he didn’t notice the sweet scent of Geralt’s pre-heat growing deeper and muskier, nor the flush to his skin or the sweat starting to dampen his brow. His cock, luckily, has taken notice; it’s already half-hard in his breeches. He supposes for this to work, only his knot has to be in the mood for what comes next.

“Alright,” he says, trying to sound at least a little enthusiastic, and closes the distance between them. Without preamble, he takes Geralt’s face in his hands and kisses him. Geralt stiffens, like he wasn’t expecting to be kissed, before relaxing into the touch. His skin is hot to the touch. This, at least, is familiar. Jaskier tries to focus on the warmth of Geralt’s skin against his, the scent of his growing heat, the taste of his mouth. He tries to let his mind go blank.

And then Geralt pulls back. “Stop.” His voice rings with the note of tension it normally only carries when he’s spotted a danger in the woods.

Jaskier jerks away as if he’s been slapped, blinking in confusion. “What’s wrong?” He looks around, half-expecting to find the katakan lurking in the corner, but there’s nowhere for a giant bat to lurk in the tiny room.

Geralt shakes his head, taking another step back. “I can’t do this to you. I’m sorry. I never should have come to you.”

“Do what to me?”

“I’ll find another way to get the katakan.” Geralt is still moving backwards, like Jaskier is a beast who may lunge. “There has to be a better way.”

Jaskier lets out a laugh that sounds hysterical to his own ears. “Is the idea of being my mate so repulsive that you’d rather let people die?”

Geralt mutters something that Jaskier doesn’t quite catch.

“What was that?” Jaskier advances on him, because he worries that if he’s not standing between Geralt and the door, the witcher will slip off into the night, never to be seen again.

“I can’t sacrifice your well-being,” Geralt grits out. “I won’t. You matter too much.”

Jaskier opens his mouth, a furious reply on the tip of his tongue, before Geralt’s words catch up to him. “What do you mean, my well-being?”

Geralt looks at him like he can’t believe how obtuse Jaskier is being. “In Cintra, you were ready to tie yourself to me for life because I’d made a dumbass mistake. I couldn’t let you give up your life for me.”

Jaskier stares at him. “Geralt, do you think I only asked you to be my mate because of the child of surprise?”

“Didn’t you?”

“No!” Jaskier throws up his hands in exasperation. “I asked you to be my mate because I’ve been in love with you since I was eighteen years old and there’s no one I’d rather spend the rest of my life with.”

“You said you wanted to settle down,” Geralt says. “I know you. You love life on the road. You really want to spend the rest of your life in Cintra?”

“Well, that ship has sailed, as if either of us ever return to Cintra, our lives are forfeit,” Jaskier says. “But yes, if it meant you having a relationship with your child of surprise, I was willing to settle down. But we can be mates without having a cottage somewhere. I’ll be your mate anywhere on the Continent. Why would you think I wouldn’t?”

“Because you never brought it up before Cintra.”

“Because I didn’t think you’d say yes before Cintra.” Jaskier closes his eyes. “I was going to ask anyway. I’d been working up my nerve to ask for the better part of a year. But I was afraid that if I asked, you would panic and run away. I should have listened to my instincts, huh?”

A too-warm hand cups his cheek. “Mating bites are forever, Jask. There’s no spell or potion that can undo that kind of bond.”

“Melitele tits, really? I had no clue.” Jaskier doesn’t have the energy to summon up some proper sarcasm.

“You’ll be stuck with me. Forever.” Geralt sounds pained. “You’re still young. If you ever want a proper omega—”

“Love, you’ve ruined me for all other omegas. I don’t know if I’d know what to do with a proper one.” Thinking of being mated to one of the painfully proper omegas his family has tried to foist on him, Jaskier shudders. He can’t see one of them manhandling him into place to take what they want from him or rolling him over to fuck him as soon as his knot goes down.

Geralt makes a pained noise and Jaskier opens his eyes to look into those honey gold eyes.

“Geralt, I meant every word of what I said in Cintra,” Jaskier says. “I want to be with you. Mated or not, settled down somewhere or on the Path. There’s no one else for me. I don’t think there ever will be. I want us to be a family. And maybe someday, your child of surprise will be part of that family.”

Geralt grimaces and Jaskier surmises that’s a conversation for another time.

“I don’t think of you as something I’m going to be saddled with,” Jaskier continues, lips quirking. “If anything, it’s the other way around. Think of all the songs I’m going to have to write about you if we mate. They will be horrifically sentimental, so I hope you’re prepared for that.”

Finally, the tension in Geralt’s face softens in a smile. “Wouldn’t expect anything less.”

Jaskier leans his forehead against Geralt’s. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it.”

“Hm.” Geralt breathes in deeply. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left you alone in Cintra. I just—”

“Panicked?”

“Hm.”

Jaskier swallows back the thickness in his throat. “I could have picked a better time to bring it up. Emotions were already running high.”

“You are a bard,” Geralt says tiredly.

“You’re right. Can’t help but be dramatic, can I?”

Instead of answering, Geralt pulls him close. “Are you sure you want this?”

“I’ve never wanted anything more.”

“Then mate me, Jask.” Geralt’s gaze is piercing, his eyes seeming to bore right into Jaskier’s.

Jaskier smiles at him. “Okay.”

***

This time, when Geralt kisses Jaskier, it’s the easiest thing in the world, as familiar as if the past year never happened. Jaskier smells so godsdamned good, like the subtle, floral cologne he favors, mixed with arousal and the musky scent of alpha that has slick coating Geralt’s thighs and his prick throbbing in his smalls. Geralt pushes him backwards until Jaskier falls back into their nest with a surprised laugh against his lips.

“Darling,” Jaskier says as Geralt crawls on top of him and kisses his way down his neck. “I think I’m supposed to be the one ravishing you. You’re the one in heat.”

Geralt growls and nips at the soft spot under Jaskier’s ear, eliciting a shudder from the alpha. He doesn’t care about who’s supposed to ravish who; he just wants Jaskeir naked and writhing with pleasure under him. He slides his hand under Jaskier’s doublet, fingers trailing over smooth, warm skin.

“Tear it,” Jaskier rasps.

Geralt arches an eyebrow. “You sure?” After the first time he popped a button off one of Jaskier’s doublets during foreplay, he learned to take care with his bard’s clothing.

“This cut is out of fashion anyway.” Jaskier’s eyes are dark with desire. “Tear it.”

Geralt doesn’t need to be told a third time; he crushes the buttery soft silk in his hands and wrenches, tearing the doublet and shirt underneath apart to expose Jaskier’s hairy chest. He takes one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the peak, reveling in the way Jaskier’s body arches under him. Just to be a bastard, he grinds his his hips down against the length of Jaskier’s erection.

Jaskier lets out a delicious whimper. “Geralt,” he hisses. “If you want me to make it inside you before I pop a knot—”

Geralt growls at the thought of not getting Jaskier’s knot tonight.

“That’s what I thought.” With a breathless laugh, Jaskier tugs at the waistband of Geralt’s pants. “Off.”

Geralt takes as little care getting his own clothes and Jaskier’s breeches off as he did with the doublet. When they’re both naked, skin pressed against skin, he presses a long, languid kiss to his bard’s mouth. He’d like to take his time here and reacquaint himself with every inch of Jaskier’s body, but there’s only so much time before his witcher mutagens burn through the potion and this false heat ends. So he pulls away from Jaskier’s lips and lines his hips up with Jaskier’s.

Jaskier lets out a noise that’s half-gasp, half-groan as Geralt sinks down on his cock without any effort; it feels like his body has been waiting for this for a year. Jaskier feels perfect inside of him and under him. His hands roam over Geralt’s body like he can’t get enough of him, like he’s as eager to reacquaint himself with Geralt’s body as Geralt is to touch every inch of him. As Geralt begins to roll his hips, Jaskier surges up to capture one of Geralt’s nipples in his mouth, his mouth hot and slick. Geralt throws his head back and rolls his hips harder, driving Jaskier’s cock deeper into him.

“Fuck,” Jaskier whispers against Geralt’s chest. “You feel perfect, Geralt. And oh gods, you smell so good.”

Before Geralt can formulate a response, that perfect mouth sucks his nipple back into his mouth and all attempts at intelligent conversation are lost. When one of Jaskier’s hands wrap around Geralt’s aching cock, jerking him in time to the thrust of their hips, it only takes a few strokes for Geralt to come. Jaskier moans against his chest, the thrust of his hips growing erratic. Geralt feels the slight stretch of Jaskier’s knot starting to fill.

Jaskier’s eyes meet Geralt’s and there’s a question there.

“Do it,” Geralt says hoarsely.

Jaskier doesn’t need to be told twice. His thighs shudder with his orgasm, knot swelling inside Geralt, as he buries his teeth in the scent gland, right in the place where Geralt’s neck meets his shoulder. Pleasure-pain explodes inside Geralt as a second orgasm hits him like a wall. It’s too soon, even for an omega in heat, overwhelming in its intensity. Jaskier peppers the bite mark with kisses, laving his tongue over the crescent of teeth marks.

“Oh, love,” he whispers. “Oh, Geralt.”

Geralt closes his eyes and leans his forehead against the curve of Jaskier’s neck. He can feel the grip of the false heat lessening; the potion’s effects are lessening even quicker than he expected.

“Bite me,” Jaskier says.

Geralt looks up at him. “What?”

He told Jaskier once that it used to be common for alphas, omegas, and even betas to have mating bites. Even his mother, an alpha, had a mating bite on her neck, though the omega who gave it to her was long gone. But that was near a century ago and it’s fallen out of fashion for anyone but omegas to have mating bites. He’s surprised that Jaskier even remembers that conversation; it had to be at least five years ago.

“Bite me.” Jaskier’s eyes are hazy with pleasure and soft with affection. “I want everyone who looks at us to know that I’m yours as much as you’re mine. I want them to know that we belong together. I want—”

Geralt sinks his teeth into the soft, musky-scented place where Jaskier’s neck meets his shoulder. Jaskier lets out a gasping little cry, the knot inside Geralt throbbing. Geralt nuzzles at the bite mark apologetically.

“Sorry,” he whispers. “Bit too hard.”

“No.” Jaskier reaches up to touch the bite mark, smiling drowsily. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

Geralt wraps his alpha—his mate—up in his arms and holds him close, breathing in the mingled scents of them. Soon, there will be a katakan to kill. He’ll have to leave the warmth of Jaskier’s arms and go to kill a monster. But he’s not going anywhere with Jaskier knotted inside him, so he closes his eyes and lets himself enjoy his lover’s embrace.

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Jaskier never likes watching Geralt armor up to go fight a dangerous beast—well, he likes the armor part, the dangerous beast part less—but it’s far worse when Geralt left with Jaskier’s mating bite is still healing on his neck and reeking of heat, sex, and Jaskier. Every instinct in Jaskier wants to go find his omega and drag him back to their nest, where he can keep him bundled safely, far away from anything that might hurt him.

Jaskier paces the length of the room, his entire body humming with tension. There’s a long night of waiting ahead of him; Geralt hasn’t even been gone an hour and a katakan hunt isn’t going to be a quick, easy kill. He should try to sleep, or at least maybe get some grading done—he brought a stack of student compositions with him for just this purpose. But he can’t make himself stay still for more than a minute or two.

When the door of their room opens, Jaskier whirls around, hand twitching on instinct towards the knife Geralt left with. But it’s Geralt standing in the doorway of the bedroom, looking as unruffled as if he just stepped out to grab a bite to eat.

“You’re back!” Jaskier launches himself at his witcher.

Geralt catches him around the waist, pressing a kiss to the healing mating bite on his neck. “I was motivated to get back quickly.” He kisses Jaskier’s jaw. “Anyway, she wasn’t expecting me to fight back. She didn’t think much of omegas, witcher or no.”

“Is she dead?”

“Very. Corpse is downstairs with Roach.”

“What did poor Roach ever do to you?”

“She’ll bite anyone who tries to steal the body and claim the reward before I go see the alderman in the morning.”

“She is convenient like that.”

Geralt hums in agreement, nuzzling at the sensitive spot under Jaskier’s ear.

“Are you hurt?” Jaskier murmurs.

“No.”

“Actually not hurt, or do you just not want me to fuss?”

“Actually not hurt.”

“Good.” He’s hardly covered in any viscera, so Jaskier tugs him back towards the nest. Geralt comes willingly, shucking his armor off as he goes. Once he’s divested of his armor, he collapses into the nest next to Jaskier, curling around him. Jaskier snuggles into his arms, tracing his finger over the crescent-shaped bite mark on Geralt’s neck.It’s already healing into a scar; Jaskier might have to mark him again to make it stick. The thought sends a pleasant shiver down his spine.

“I was thinking we could stay here another night or two,” he says softly. “Then we can go back to Oxenfurt so I can finish up the term. I don’t have much to do besides teach a few classes, grade some finals, comfort some crying first years. So there will be plenty of time for us to laze around in bed.”

Geralt hums in an agreeable sort of way.

“And then maybe we could head south to Toussaint?” Jaskier asks. “I think we deserve a proper honeymoon, don’t you?”

“Not sure if you and I know how to do anything the proper way.”

“Then we deserve a deliciously improper honeymoon.” Jaskier leers.

Geralt snorts. “I’d like that.”

“Good.” Jaskier melts into his arms, surrounded by the mingled scents of them. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” Geralt says, pressing another kiss to the mating bite on Jaskier’s neck.

Jaskier is quiet for a moment, letting them both bask in their togetherness. But he’s never been one to bask in silence, so he says, “You know, it’s the latest fashion in Oxenfurt for mated couples to go about in matching outfits.”

“Is it now?”

“It is.”

“Guess we should get you some armor then. Sure I can find a zeugl in the sewers to dirty it up.”

Jaskier gasps in horror. “I think not. I was thinking you’d look dashing in a nice periwinkle blue, or maybe lavender.”

“No.”

“You’re right. Lavender is too cool for your skin tone. You need a warmer shade. Maybe plum.”

“No.”

“But Geralt, we’re mates! How will people know that we’re bonded for life?”

“Mating bites on our neck might give it away.”

Jaskier sighs dramatically. “I suppose I’m consigned to a life of being hopelessly unfashionable. I’ll be the laughing stock of the bardic circuit.”

“What else is new?”

“You!” Jaskier pokes him in the chest. “We’re supposed to be basking in the joy of our union, you—”

Geralt grabs him around the waist and flips him over. Jaskier doesn’t even realize what’s happened before Geralt is kissing him, his lips curved into a smile against Jaskier’s.

Jaskier lets himself be distracted, reaching up to trace a finger over Geralt’s mating bite. After all, he has all the time in the world to talk his mate into matching outfits.

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#the witcher #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #omegaverse #knot on your life verse #ghost's writing #ghost's fic #witcher bows and arrows 2023

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adastra121 · 1 year

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…I had an idea.

Touchstarved Witcher AU

Mhin of Eridia, the mighty witcher of the School of the Raven. And their ever-present sing-songy twit. Not pictured — the witcher's loyal cat Roach.

I also made a "Toss a Coin" parody below.

Toss a Coin to Your Hunter (Touchstarved Witcher AU)

When a humble Hound Graced a ride along With Mhin of Eridia, Alon came this song.

When the White Crow fought A multi-eyed devil, Its army of Soulless, The Shroud did they rebel.

It came after me With masterful deceit, Sliced off my arm, And it left me to bleed!

While the devil's claws Minced our tender meat, And so cried the Witcher They can't be bleat!

Toss a coin to your Witcher. Oh, Valley of Plenty Oh, Valley of Plenty, oh Toss a coin to your Witcher. Oh, Valley of Plenty

At the edge of the fog, Fight the mighty horde That bashes and breaks you And brings you to mourn.

They felled every beast Lurking in your streets Deep down in the shadows From whence it came.

They wiped out your pest, Got kicked in their chest. They’re a friend of humanity, So give them the rest.

That's my epic tale! Our champion prevailed, Defeated the villain, Now pour’em some ale!

Toss a coin to your Witcher! Oh, Valley of Plenty Oh, Valley of Plenty, oh Toss a coin to your Witcher! A friend of humanity.

Toss a coin to your Witcher! Their pockets are empty, Their pockets are empty, oh. Toss a coin to your Witcher! A friend of humanity.

Toss a coin to your Witcher! Oh, Valley of Plenty Oh, Valley of Plenty, ah-ah, oh Toss a coin to your Witcher, A friend of humanity!

Bonus — Mhin’s notes

Mhin: …That’s not what happened. I wasn't there when it severed your arm, and we would both be dead if there was a Soulless army. Alon: Look, Mhinny — can I call you Mhinny? Mhin: No. (Was that a short joke?) Alon: Fair enough—I like you, Witcher, but your attitude’s not gonna do much for changing the rest of the folks’ minds, so we’re gonna let your accomplishments do the talking — er, singing? — and if the truth needs some embellishments here and there to truly capture the spirit of it, well…that’s the job of a skilled bard. Mhin: You’re not even an actual bard. Alon: Besides, the number of Soulless you’ve slain over the course of your life has got to be enough to make up an army, right? So it’s not quantitatively a lie! Mhin: The truth died the moment you started singing, if that's what you meant by "capturing its spirit." Moreover, crows and ravens are two different species of birds, they can’t be used interchangeably. Alon: You try coming up with a good rhyme for “raven!” Shaven? Cravin'? Mhin: You…You didn’t even rhyme anything with “crow” in the song? Alon: Savin'? Haven? Depraven? Huh. I guess there are some good rhymes. “White Raven of Eridia…” Mhin: …………….What was that line about my pockets? Alon: Okay, you can’t be mad about that, that’s the one true part in the song. According to your standards, anyway. Mhin: Yes. *glares and twirls knife* And how did you know about that one true part? Alon: … Alon: *thrusts the coin-filled hat to Mhin* Hey, wow, look at that, buddy! Those pockets aren’t empty anymore, haha! Who said silvers are only for monsters, eh? :D

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writernopal · 1 year

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Happy STS!

Tell me more about this Wild West AU idea. I’ve heard you mention it a few times but now that I’m actively reading AASOAF I want the details 👀

~ @tabswrites

TESS PLEASE

This idea has me in such a choke hold IM TELLING YOU. Not just because I want to write a Western but because I want Axtapor to be a cowboy so bad. I've mentioned it in this ask here and in the tags on this one here, and then I think there was another post but now I can't find it :(

Basically there is no plot in this AU LOL i just really love the idea of putting the cast in typically spaghetti western scenarios and imagining how they would play out in my head. Putting this below a cut bc it got longer than I thought it would.

Axtapor would be your train-robbing gunslinger. He rolls into town and is like "Gotta stay low 'round these parts. Ran me outta town last I was 'ere for tanglin' with the wrong sort of man." You know just this type who thinks he's waaaayyyy cooler and more mysterious than he actually is lol. I imagine his trusty steed has the attitude of Roach from the Witcher or Pegasus from Hercules and that he holds conversations ad nauseam with it.

Mariel is a little bo peep type who only visits town with her parents to sell their sheep's wool and other goods from their farm several miles out of town. I imagine that she's the type that falls for Axtapor's man-of-mystery act and secretly looks for him whenever they go into town but never does more than watch him from afar. In my mind she says "Heavens!" a lot lol. And maybe one time her parents catch her staring at Axtapor and warn her "That boy ain't any good. Stay away from 'im, ya 'ear?"

Fay is the local saloon owner that wears those giant feathers on her head and something lowcut so the bar patrons buy more booze. She is the head of a brothel in this AU and operates a spy network with the help of her girls. She's the one who pulls the fat shotgun from under the bar and goes "Y'all best be goin' now." She owns two big, grey dogs that sleep at her feet and follow her around wherever she goes. Their names are Right and Left.

And finally Wilkes, the actual man-of-mystery. He's the one who rolls into town and the shutters and doors all close as he passes. Men and women faint at the sight of him either because he's broken their heart once before or he beat the shit out of them. He comes riding in on this giant white horse called Moon who looks as serious as he does. Fay is the only one in town who's not afraid of him, definitely calls him "Big Boy" and he blushes a little about it every time. Oh and when he shows up the locals go "Careful now, the Moon is fallin'."

#im very normal about this AU #can you tell?#thanks for the ask!#nopal answers #aasoaf #aasoaf western au #axtapor #mariel #fay #wilkes #sts

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artistsfuneral · 1 year

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The Witcher Scrubs AU 🏥

I know I said this AU is stupidly big and now you may see why, bc this is just me talking about the first few main characters not even the storyline, so: p.2 will be linked here

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Jaskier, Priscilla and Valdo are all the new interns, aka JD, Turk and Elliot, but the three of them have all known each other from college and actually applied for KMH (Kaer Morhen Hospital) at the same time in hopes of staying together. All three of them are very close-knit friends, but Priscilla is more of a Mom friend for the group while Jaskier and Valdo have this weird thing going on where their rivalry comes with some heavy sexual tension, meaning during college they've been the on-and-off couple that everyone knew about and surprisingly they're still friends (thanks to Priscilla and their rivalry) but for now they give off heavy “divorced couple” vibes, kind of like Perry and Jordan, but not aaaaas season one toxic. Given is, Valdo will judge and comment on every single thing Jaskier does (especially later when he has a crush on Geralt) and Jaskier will walk around drawing devil horns on every imagine somebody has of Valdo (figuratively and literally).

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In the beginning Priscilla would be more of a background-ish supportive character, like I said the Mom friend, who keeps their friend group together, helps Jaskier and Valdo whenever they're troubled, is one of the very few people that isn't immediately scared of Geralt and is usually very level headed (thanks to dealing with her two best friends all the time), even in stressful situations. She will have to go through the usual workplace harassment, being a female doctor and all, for example by patients calling her nurse and wanting a “real” doctor or others telling her she should work less so she can find someone to marry and have kids with.

And although Priscilla usually manages to deal with all of this incredibly professionally, she sometimes gets fed up and just says the darndest, mot scariest things ever. (“Dr. Marx' shift doesn't start until 2pm today and I just can't seem to find any of the male nurses. If you should refuse treatment I can, of course, stand here and wait until someone comes to help us out, but I'm afraid you'll experience cardiac arrest much sooner. Don't worry though, our mortician is male.”) Later on she will have to deal with watching Jaskier and Valdo getting better and better at their job while she starts to struggle in the ICU. As it turns out she's amazing in the ER though. And at the end of the “show” she'd definitely be one of the head doctors in the ER (if that's a thing).

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Valdo, much like Jaskier, is one of those rich kids. His grandparents were doctors, his parents were doctors, he is a doctor. He doesn't really have a say in that, but unlike Jaskier, he doesn't mind it that much. He's very easily persuaded by wealth and fame, but he's actually a pretty decent guy underneath his “Daddy's favorite child” persona. He's really smart and has a great eye for figuring out what's wrong with people. But he's very squeamish when it comes to bodily fluids that aren't blood. (It's Geralt's favorite way of punishing him, after he's been an ass.) He will often come off as snobbish, but he honestly just doesn't notice that not everyone grew up with a personal chef. He immediately will know that he said something weird when Priscilla gives him a certain look that he often describes as blank disbelieve. (-_-') Valdo is- Well he's pretty obsessed with Jaskier to be honest. The thing is, Jaskier was his first true love and now he's kinda stuck gatekeeping Jaskier. He doesn't do it intentionally, he's not that much of an ass, it's just kind of part of his perfectionism. Along the lines of “I am perfect at everything I do, but I wasn't good enough to make Jaskier happy, so nobody is good enough for him.” Like I said though, it's very much unintentional and Jaskier has no idea what is going on, but Priscilla watches from afar, shaking her head in disbelieve. (The good thing about Valdo's gatekeeping is, that it has actually protected Jaskier from many stupid mistakes.) This obviously creates a lot of conflict between Jaskier and Valdo (even though they don't fully understand why) and it keeps happening again and again until one day, still at the beginning of Geralt and Jaskier's relationship, when Geralt gets (rightfully) fed up with Valdo's constant bickering. (They're planning on going on a date and when Jaskier asks when/where they're going Geralt will snap at him saying “I don't know, why don't we ask Marx for permission first?!” - “What?” And then Geralt will fall into an angry rant that opens Jaskier's eyes, who then goes to Priscilla who confirms it all and then he will sit down with Valdo and they'll have a long, heart-wrenching talk about it.)

Valdo being somewhat unable to connect with his patients and colleagues on a social level is ironically a really good thing, because while he's definitely not unfriendly, he doesn't take everything to heart. Unlike Jaskier is a lot better at dealing with the fact that they can't always save everyone.

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Now Jaskier is obviously our main character, our JD.

As I already said, like Valdo he's one of the rich kids, but he has a way better understanding of the world than Valdo. He's also the oldest sibling and the only boy, meaning he has three younger sisters who he adores. Him becoming a doctor was entirely his parents idea and decision and since becoming a musician was not “acceptable” he kind of went with it, grateful that his parents paid for everything during his college years. In the beginning it really shows that he's not as passionate about this job as some of the others. He's incredibly smart and has absolutely no problem with studying and remembering everything (lucky him) but he's lacking enthusiasm (which is why Geralt initially can't stand him). His first couple of weeks at KMH are very tiring to him. Not because he's messing up a lot of things or isn't brave enough to take action, but because to him it's a very depressing and unfulfilling job and Geralt (and a few other people) seem to be constantly judging and downgrading him. He even thinks of quitting his job altogether, but Priscilla and Valdo stop him. It's only after a particular case where he helps to save the life of a patient he really connected with that he starts to understand how important this job actually is and how much it means. After that he also starts to understand Geralt and his serious attitude a lot better.

He always will have a bit of a problem seeing himself as a doctor, because he initially didn't want to be, but every day he wakes up and tries his best. He's really good at connecting with people, like JD he actually cares for them a lot and will meet many people that'll change his life. He struggles a lot when he isn't able to help someone and sometimes falls a bit too easily into his old “does this even matter?” way of thinking. It gets better with time though, and his friends and his sisters tend to get him out of that particular headspace rather easily. Especially Abby, his youngest. She's 12, like Ciri, a ray of sunshine and plays a big role in his life and kind of idolizes Jaskier a lot. She's rather independent and will visit Jaskier at the hospital or at home whenever she feels like it.

Unlike JD and Perry, Jaskier doesn't really have that much of a mentor, trainee relationship with Geralt, although Jaskier certainly has the same need to prove himself to Geralt. But Jaskier also thinks Geralt is incredibly sexy in his white coat and without it and when he's helping people and when he's arguing with Lambert and when he's berating Jaskier and when- Yeah- Jaskier very quickly develops a huge crush for Geralt after he went through his “do I really want to be a doctor” phase. Doesn't really help that Geralt treats him a bit more kinder after he noticed Jaskier found his will to help others and now sometimes even smiles when Jaskier is in the same room at him!

(and I really want to post this now so I can go watch Haikyuu before bed, so I will add the rest later lol)

#the witcher #artistsfuneral about the witcher #geraskier #witcher scrubs au #jaskier #jaskier the bard #priscilla #valdo marx

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herzeliebes-waltherlin · 2 years

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Ten Characters, Ten Fandoms, Ten Tags

Danke an @eolewyn1010 fürs taggen <3 !! tut mir leid, dass ich ewig gebraucht hab. Mir ist aufgefallen, dass ich irgendwie nicht mehr wirklich in Fandoms bin ? Aber nachdem ich sehr lang überlegt hab präsentiere ich hier meine (aus den Fingern gezogenen) Top 10 :D

Während ich das geschrieben hab wurde ich auch von @swanfloatieknight getaggt, dir auch ein großes Dankeschön hihi <3

Werther aus Die Leiden des jungen Werther (ja ja ich weiß ich bin basic aber ich hab mich damit abgefunden. Es war eine der einzigen Schullektüren, die ich tatsächlich gelesen hab, weil ich Goethe davor schon mochte, und es hat mich genau im richtigen Moment getroffen. Werther ist ein kaputter Mensch, der gerne in Wiesen liegt, also genau mein Typ)

Artax aus Die Unendliche Geschichte (Das war das erste Buch, das ich in meinem Leben selbst gelesen hab und was soll ich sagen, als Kind war ich großer Pferdefan. Ein sprechendes Pferd ?? Hallo ?? Und dann ist es auch noch voll schlau und so ? Es spricht für sich)

Walther von der Vogelweide aus dem Wartburgkrieg (An dieser Stelle cheate ich ein bisschen, weil Walther eine faktuale Person ist, ABER der Sängerkrieg ist ein literarisches Werk, er kommt vor, er ist wie im echten Leben absolut iconic, was soll ich sagen, der Mann hat mein Herz)

Ivor aus Heroes of Might and Magic III (Mal nicht aus einem Buch sondern aus einem Videospiel !! Er ist ein Elf, er ist Bogenschütze, seine Specialty sind die Bogenschützen-Elfen, er hat mir schon als ich klein war gender envy gegeben, ich liebe ihn <3)

Jaskier aus The Witcher (Ich oute mich schonwieder als basic. Ich kann es nicht begründen. Er ist Barde. Er ist ein Himbo. Bitte fragt nicht.)

Dorian Gray aus The Picture of Dorian Gray (Es vergeht kein Tag, an dem ich nicht mindestens ein Mal an die Stelle denke, in der Dorian seine Schönheit erkennt, sich aufs Sofa wirft und das Bild verwünscht.)

Whizzer aus Falesttos (Oho ? Eine Figur aus einem Musical ? Das Musical hat meine komplette Welt auf den Kopf gestellt, als ich es das erste Mal gesehen hab, und Whizzer ist einfach iconic. Er ist wie Dorian Gray, wenn Dorian Gray slutty unterwegs wäre <3)

Hyperion aus Hyperion (Mein erster Kommentar als ich Hyperion fertig gelesen hab war „Das ist mein neuer Werther“. Banger Buch. Banger Figur. Richtiges Maß zwischen philosophisch und dynamisch. Gay. 10/10)

Petitcrü aus Tristan von Gottfried von Straßburg (Technisch gesehen kein Charakter. Aber ein Hund ! Ein bunter Hund ! In allen Farben des Regenbogens ! Mit einem kleinen Glöckchen das alle glücklich macht die es hören ! Ein bunter glücklich machender Hund ! Er hat so viel besseres verdient. Ich werde es weder Tristan noch Isolde jemals verzeihen)

Crowley aus Good Omens (Mittlerweile sollte klar sein auf was für Sorte Charakter ich stehe. Er ist extravagant, unsterblich und lustig. 10/10 Musikgeschmack, Style und Auto. Gender Envy.)

Schwerer als gedacht ?? Ich hab versucht es ein bisschen vielseitiger zu gestalten als wenn ich nur meine Lieblingsbücher und einen Charakter daraus aufzähle :D Weil ich panische Angst hab Leute zu taggen (working on it :/) obwohl ich es liebe getaggt zu werden, tagge ich heute niemanden, aber wenn es jemand machen will nur zu :)

#tag

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lakka-arts · 2 years

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Thank you for your wonderful snippet 💖

Could you tell more about food thingy or 5 times that Dandelion has helped Geralt, please?

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips

Ah! I see you’ve selected two of the other fics from my magic!dandy au! I’ve shared my 5+1 fic since that’s significantly longer than my food fic, but perhaps another time ;)

Without further adieu!

Apparently, bringing a horse to Rosemary and Thyme wasn’t the weirdest thing that Dandelion has ever done, because when Priscilla opened the door, she simply matched him with a knowing look and said “Will there be another rooster too?”

“No, no, not this time,” Dandelion said, shaking his head and leaving Geralt to wonder what the fuck goes on in his best friend’s life. “Er, I’ve got… a little situation. Just make sure I have privacy, alright?”

Priscilla looks at him, then at Geralt, then back at Dandelion. Geralt wants to slap himself with his hooves. How does Dandelion not know what that sounds like?

At last, the poet seems to have realized his mistake because his eyes go wide. “Fuck, no, not in that way. Not in the slightest. This is—“ His hand flew up to Geralt’s snout and Geralt held back the urge to bite Dandelion’s finger, knowing full well that the bard can heal it. “—Geralt.”

This time when Priscilla gave him a look again, somehow even more judgemental than the one before. “...Listen, as your partner and very supportive partner…”

Dandelion nearly turned red from how much he was blushing. “No, I do mean the witcher, Geralt. He’s under a spell. Injured too. I need to fix him up.”

Priscilla’s face brightened up. “Ah! I see. Alright then. Good luck, you two.”

Geralt couldn’t help but chortle a little when Dandelion led him up the stairs of the establishment and not even Dandelion scandalized look could stop him.

They made it upstairs to the hallway before Dandelion stopped him. “I’m not having a horse in my room. We’re just going to do it out here.”

Geralt nodded his head.

“Sit down.”

Geralt sat down on his hind legs, like a dog.

“I meant all the way.”

Geralt narrowed his eyes at Dandelion. The urge to gnaw on his fancy pants again came back stronger.

#geralt #dandelion #gerlion #the witcher #magic!dandelion #lost-ghost-of-kaer-morhen #magic!dandy au

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akhuna · 2 years

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Tagged!

I got tagged by @piperlumen - thank you! That was a really nice surprise. :)

Alright, same ol’, same ol’ - gotta answer some questions, gotta tag some folks. Here we go ...

Rules: answer the questions and tag {some} people you want to know better

Fave Color: Deep green, also red.

Currently reading: That big ass Witcher fanfic @lenkalost and I have been working on for the past years (Modern College AU).

Last Song: Bipolar Pop by Third Realm (EDM, really really good!)

Last Series: Still watching Sandman with the man.

Last Movie: I still have.... no! Wait! I have been watching parts of Night Teeth while the man was watching it on netflix. It was ... yeah. Interesting.

Sweet/savory/spicy: Sweet.

Currently Playing: I’m haven’t been gaming for the last months somehow, but I’m watching two old(er) Let’s Plays by Gronkh (Grim Tales 1 XD and Until Dawn)

Currently working on: My PhD. Also, mittens for @lenkalost‘s mum (for Christmas) and a sweater for my gran’s 90th birthday.

I’m tagging @labyrinthinepaths, @kivihattu, @edenorisshitposting and @mellorian-j! And @lenkalost, of course. :) Also @squonkalicious

#tags #about me #personal #thank you so much! :)

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fallingforfandoms · 2 years

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Ten Characters, Ten Fandoms, Ten Tags

... ungefähr in der Reihenfolge, in der sie in mein Leben kamen und es seitdem deutlich besser gemacht haben:

Sherlock Holmes (BBC Sherlock), weil er mindestens so sozial inkompetent ist wie ich, aber so war ich damals zumindest nicht ganz so allein damit, sondern hatte eine genauso verrückte und verknallte Twitterbubble um mich rum, die ich heute noch sehr vermisse.

Lena Odenthal (Tatort), weil sie ihr Herz schon immer am rechten Fleck hatte und meins ganz heimlich und schleichend geklaut hat, bis diese Obsession letztes Jahr aus heiterem Himmel wieder ... aufgetaucht ist.

Felix Dawkins (Orphan Black), weil ich seine zärtliche, aber lustige Leichtigkeit in diesem ganzen düsteren, verworrenen Klonkram bis heute noch sehr liebe.

Claire Underwood (House of Cards), weil ich sie unglaublich dafür bewundere, wie sie so klug und kühl und kontrolliert sein kann, obwohl alles Mögliche da bei ihr im Inneren brodelt.

Tony Stark (MCU/Iron Man), weil er der king of sass ist, auch wenn es die Situation eigentlich nicht zulassen dürfte. Loving (and missing) him 3000.

Jonathan Pine (The Night Manager), weil Tom Hiddleston nie offiziell James Bond wurde und ich das aber unbedingt so wollte und ich kein besseres Fix-It hätte finden können.

Claire Fraser (Outlander), weil sie es geschafft hat, dass ich mich über Wochen in schottische, englische, französische und US-amerikanische Geschichte eingelesen hab.

Joyce Byers (Stranger Things), weil ich sie einfach nur in den Arm nehmen möchte. Aber das macht ja jetzt zum Glück auch schon Jim UND DAS HABEN DIE BEIDEN SICH SO SEHR VERDIENT.

Jaskier (The Witcher), weil dieser düstere, furchtbare Kontinent mit all seinen Intrigen und Kriegen ganz dringend einen comedic relief und eine loving voice of reason und ein paar neue Ohrwürmer gebrauchen kann.

Luc Capitani (Capitani), weil ich ihm dieses Riding-off-into-the-sunset-AU mit Carla wirklich gegönnt hätte und er sich stattdessen mit so vielen Intrigen und Problemen rumschlagen muss, dass mich absolut nicht mehr wundert, warum er so ist, wie er ist (coming full circle and back to Sherlock, I guess).

Danke fürs Taggen @cha0ticpartners-incrime , ich geb mal ganz unverbindlich weiter an @disappointingsalad @dragodina @karin-in-action @enbyrry @olgalenski @poodlewithaguitar @all-chickens-are-trans @sherrylniria @frauv und @caromitpunkt :)

#personal #tagging game

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In einer wegweisenden Kooperation mit Amazon Studios wird Games Workshop das reiche und weite Universum von Warhammer 40,000 auf große und kleine Bildschirme bringen. Dieses bahnbrechende Projekt, an dem der weltweit bekannte Schauspieler und Warhammer-Enthusiast Henry Cavill beteiligt ist, markiert einen bedeutenden Meilenstein bei der Umwandlung eines der beliebtesten Tabletop-Wargames in ein Multimedia-Franchise. Das Warhammer 40,000 Universum, bekannt für seine detaillierte und mitreißende Mythologie, vereint Elemente aus Science-Fiction und Fantasy. Es spielt in einer fernen Zukunftsgalaxie, in der die Menschheit am Scheideweg steht, mit einer strahlenden Zukunft oder einem dunklen Zeitalter vor Augen und Bedrohungen von innen und außen gegenübersteht. Das intellektuelle Eigentum von Games Workshop hat sich in fast vier Jahrzehnten diversifiziert, mit Einflüssen auf Miniaturen, Regelbücher, Animationen, Romane und eine Vielzahl von Videospielen. Henry Cavill, bekannt für seine Rollen in "Man of Steel" und "The Witcher" und ein lebenslanger Warhammer-Fan, übernimmt in dem Warhammer 40,000 Projekt eine Doppelfunktion. Neben seiner Schauspieltätigkeit wird er auch als ausführender Produzent aktiv. Diese Doppelrolle unterstreicht seine Leidenschaft und Hingabe für das Warhammer-Universum und verspricht eine treue und spannende Adaption. Die Übernahme der weltweiten Rechte an Warhammer 40,000 durch Amazon Studios ist ein einmaliger Deal, der es ihnen ermöglicht, das Universum in mehreren Formaten zu erkunden, einschließlich Serien und Filmen. Dieser Schritt von Amazon Studios zeigt ihr Engagement für die Bereitstellung vielfältigen und fesselnden Contents für ihr weltweites Publikum. Vertigo Entertainment, in Partnerschaft mit Cavill, wird eine entscheidende Rolle als ausführende Produzenten spielen und dafür sorgen, dass die Authentizität und Tiefe des Warhammer-Universums erhalten bleiben. Diese Partnerschaft ist entscheidend, um die Erzählung von Warhammer 40,000 zum Leben zu erwecken und ein Kinoerlebnis zu schaffen, das sowohl bei Fans als auch bei Neulingen Anklang findet. Während das Warhammer 40,000 Projekt voranschreitet, symbolisiert es eine neue Ära für Games Workshop, Amazon Studios und Henry Cavill. Ihre gemeinsamen Anstrengungen sind darauf ausgelegt, das Warhammer-Universum in ein kinematografisches Spektakel zu verwandeln, das Fans weltweit begeistern und neue Publikumskreise in diesen fesselnden Bereich einführen wird. Quelle

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Trick or treat, from the less halloweeny future 🎃💀👻

Happy post-Halloween! 😂

I dug up a witcher treat for you. A silly little modern/non-magic au where Jaskier’s Geralt’s under the table housekeeper and Eskel has just lost his job and is staying with Geralt for a bit. It really didn’t get far before I changed fandoms. 😂

Why did no one tell Jaskier there would be a massive unknown dark haired man raiding the fridge in nothing but boxer shorts??

He squeaked in alarm, jumping badly and slapping his hands over his mouth. The man looked around at him as he pulled a beer out of the fridge, showing off a lot of scarring, most noticeably across his face.

“Who the fuck are you?” He wondered as he twisted the cap off the bottle, “Geralt’s boyfriend?”

Jaskier blushed furiously as the unknown man took a drink.

“No!” He huffed, “I’m Jaskier, I’m his…er, housekeeper. Sort of. Who the fuck are you??”

“Eskel,” the man said.

“Eskel, Geralt’s older brother?” Jaskier guessed.

“No, the other asshole named Eskel,” Eskel answered dryly.

#fanfic #answered asks #witcher fanfic

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fandom-junk-drawer · 7 months

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The Witcher Headcanon (Modern Au) - Error 404 Brain Not Found: Bonus Scene - Part 14

Geralt and Jaskier shuffled through the back door, arms loaded with bags of sodas. They headed straight for the kitchen and began unpacking.

It was D&D night, so Yennefer might not have thought twice about the large quantity of drinks they were hauling in. But there were two little details that set warning bells off in her head.

1. Geralt had already gone out two days earlier and bought drinks and snacks for their weekly game night. 2. Every single soda in the bags was Sprite. Both Geralt and Jaskier favored colas, and Eskel was the only one of the Witchers that preferred Sprite. What where they doing with all that Sprite?

Something asinine this way comes. Yennefer thought to herself as she eyed the men suspiciously from the kitchen doorway. Jaskier was openly smiling at her, eyes glowing merrily. Geralt was avoiding looking at her all together.

Dumbf**kery was definitely afoot.

"You want to play with us?" Jaskier asked excitedly, "We're going to do The Sprite Challenge!"

"The what--?" Before Yennefer could finish asking her question, Jaskier opened a bottle of soda and downed the whole thing in one go, pausing only to breathe and give the carbonation burn time to fade. Then he stood there expectantly.

Mentally trying to regain her footing, Yennefer glanced at Geralt. The Witcher was watching Jaskier excitedly.

The seconds ticked by.

Feeling as if she was supposed to give some sort of commentary, Yennefer said, "Er, congratulations? You drank an entire bottle of Sprite all--!"

The rest of what Yennefer said was drowned out by the almighty belch that erupted from Jaskier. It was long, loud, and carried the faint scent of lemon-lime. Geralt and Jaskier laughing ecstatically, gave each other a celebratory high-five.

What the h*ll, a girl had to have fun sometimes. Yennefer gave up trying to be the mature one, and joined her two idiots, cheering them on and recording the proceedings.

"Your turn, big guy!" Jaskier announced. Geralt nodded, twisted the top off a Sprite, and chugged it. The liquid swirled in a little tornado as it disapeared down Geralt's throat. There was a moment of silence, before Geralt made a noise like a Skellige fog horn.

Guffaws erupted, and the process was repeated, with time in between for stomachs and bladders to empty. While they waited for the next round, Jaskier and Geralt took turns trying to belch their names and various obscenities.

Geralt and Jaskier: * chug Sprite*

Jaskier: *bear with a bellyache*

Geralt: *Semi truck engine braking*

Jaskier: *sound like someone ripping a***

Geralt: *goose honk*

Jaskier: *sound like a toilet unclogging*

Yennefer decided to give it a try herself. Jaskier and Geralt cheered her on as she downed her soda. Seconds later, she opened her mouth and out came a string of garbled noises that sounded like the syllables of the blackest magic spell ever spoken.

"Holy f**k!" Jaskier laughed, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Did you just curse someone?" Geralt chortled.

"Was it just me, or did you see snakes come out of her boots and a black cloud swirl around her?"

"Oh, f**k you both!" Yennefer grumbled.

"I'd rather *garbled burp* a nekker!" Jaskier retorted.

"That's not much of an insult, considering you'd f**k anything with a hole in it!"

Jaskier: *affronted gasp*

"Scr*bber!"

"B*llend!"

"M*ngebag!"

"A*semonger!"

Geralt decided to intervene before the tit-for-tat escalated. The Witcher chugged a Sprite, tossed the bottle aside, and assumed the belching position. The distraction worked, and Yennefer and Jaskier forgot about their bantering and waited with bated breath.

Geralt grimaced, and then *dying humpback whale noises*

The three of them immediately lost their sh*t. They howled maniacally, holding their sides and leaning on whatever surface was close by.

Laughing on a belly full of carbonated liquid turned out to be risky business.

Geralt and Jaskier both laughed so hard they spewed.

One minute Yennefer was laughing at the ridiculous noise Geralt had made, and the next, her laughter turned to exclamations of surprised disgust. Puke fountained onto the floor as Geralt and Jaskier chucked whiteys. It rolled and splattered, and Yennefer was just doing her best to get the h*ll out of the way.

The vomiting petered out, turning to dry heaves before stopping. Yennefer helped them to the living room, settling them on the couches, then went back to the kitchen to clean up the mess.

She was not one to use magic for mundane things that she could do herself, but this time, she made an exception. She was not going to clean up this mess by hand. She spelled the kitchen clean with a wave of her hand, then returned to the living room and her two dumba**es.

She knew their stomachs were probably feeling a bit queasy, so she cheerfully offered them something to help.

"Here, have some Sprite, it will settle your stomachs!"

*Symphony of groans*

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🌹🌹 for Witcher fics?

From the WIP from the same Geraskier omegaverse AU as Sorry Knot Sorry and Knot On My Watch that I'm hoping to have done in time for the Witcher Bow and Arrow event:

Jaskier rises to his feet, opening his mouth to ask Geralt what the fuck he’s doing here after all this time.

Geralt beats him to it. “Jaskier, I need you to mate with me.”

Piotr squeaks. Jaskier wonders if the fish pie he had for lunch was bad and is making him hallucinate. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Excuse me?” he finally asks when he finds his voice.

Geralt’s golden eyes have a slightly wild look to them. “I need you to mate with me,” he says again.

Jaskier stares at him for a long moment, then turns to Piotr. “Piotr, office hours are done for the day. Why don’t we chat tomorrow after class?”

Wide-eyed, Piotr rises to his feet, looking between Geralt and Jaskier. “Er, congratulations?”

“Good day, Piotr,” Jaskier says firmly, already anticipating the wild rumors that are sure to have spread by the end of the day.

Send me a 🌹 and I'll post a snippet of a WIP

#geraskier #how many installments until I accept that this is a series?#yes this one will also have a pun about knots for the title #ask games

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Übung III: Review

The Witcher: Nightmare of the Wolf, das neue Spin-off im Hexer-Universum, welches auf der berühmten Buchreihe Wiedźmin des polnischen Fantasie-Autors Andrzej Sapkowski basiert, ist ein von Netflix in Auftrag gegebener Animationsfilm von einer Spiellänge von 83 Minuten und erschien am 23. August 2021 online in Deutschland. Die durch Sapkowski geschaffene Welt um Hexer Geralt, welche auch schon durch die Videospiele vom polnischen Gamestudio CD PROJECT RED und der von Netflix adaptierten Buch-Serie The Witcher erweitert wurde, wird nun mit der Vorgeschichte von Geralts in die Jahre gekommenen Mentors Vesemir bereichert. Der junge Vesemir entflieht seinem tristen und armen Dasein als einfacher Diener einer niederen Adelsfamilie, nachdem er einem Hexer bei seiner Arbeit geholfen hatte und dessen Angebot, selber ein Hexer zu werden, annahm. Nach seiner Ausbildung in Kaer Morhem, der „Hexerschule des Wolfes“, welche eher ein hartes Survival-Bootcamp mit genmutierenden Experimenten gleicht, verdingt er sich nun als vollausgebildeter Monsterschlächter für Ruhm und Gold. Aber als neue mutierte Monsterarten das einfache Volk und somit das politisch-angeschlagene Königreich Redania bedrohen, war sofort klar, wer die Fadenzieher hinter dem Dilemma um Monster und Gold sein mussten: die Hexer. So findet sich Vesemir in einem Abenteuer voller Intrigen, alten Liebschaften, machtgeilen Zauberern und moralischen Konflikten wider.

Das Drehbuch von Beau DeMayo bezieht lose Zusammenhänge zu Sapkowskis Originalstory und fügt sich hölzern in die Welt der Geralt-Saga hinzu, da nur wenige Elemente aus der Vorlagen von Buch oder Spiel übernommen wurden. Es fehlt die erzählerische Tiefe der Handlung, welche man aus Spiel und Buch kennt. Es könnte an der Spiellänge liegen, dass keine Zeit für komplexe Storylines und schlüssige Wendungen fehlt. Als störend könnte man das Fehlen der Existenz von anderen Hexern und deren Institutionen in der Story-Welt empfinden. Auch wurde verschwiegen, dass Hexer, Zaubrerinnen, Magier und alle menschlichen Wesen, welche mit Magie hantieren, sehr unwahrscheinlich eigene Nachkommen zeugen können. Deswegen ist auch die Hintergrundgeschichte und somit der Rachegrund der Figur Tetra, der Beraterin des Königs und Zauberin, welche moralisch keinen Deut besser ist, als die von ihr verhassten und „geldgeilen“ Hexer, ziemlich vage und lächerlich. Auch war der Plot-Twist um Vesemirs alter Jugendliebe, welche in ihrem Leben einen Standesaufstieg erlebt hatte und während der Story zu seiner Verbündeten wurde, ziemlich erzählerisch flach und klischeehaft. Auch das alle Hexer hauptsächlich als raffsüchtige und disloyale Mutanten dargestellt und auf diese Charaktereigenschaften degradiert werden, ist ein ziemliches schwaches Stilelement. Aber die Story hat neben ihrer offensichtlichen Schwächen, auch einige Stärken, wie z.B. das bittersüße Ende, welches in den Kanon und die allgemeine Attitüde des Originaluniversums passt. So wie die dargestellte Brutalität und der Verlust.

Das erste was einem beim Ansehen von Nightmare of the Wolf auffallen kann, ist die Musik. Leider wurde die Hintergrundmusik des Animationsfilms auf das typisch generische „Mittelalter Gestreiche“ heruntergebrochen. Es fehlen die distinktiven Töne einer Trommel, das Brummen und Summen der Drehleier und das Spiel von Flöten. Dafür hört man hauptsächlich Violinen und evtl. Gitarren. Das, was einige Fans beim Spielen des Dritten Witcher Videospiels am meisten begeistert hatte, war einfach der Music-Score. Ohne die Musik, würde man nicht so tief ins Geschehen der Handlung eindringen, und genau dies ist bei dieser Adaption geschehen. So wie das Drehbuch, war auch die Musik flach und langweilig. Anstatt das Geschehene zu untermalen und zu unterstützen, wurden an falschen Stellen Akzente gesetzt (z.B.: zu lange dynamische Musik bei Kämpfen) oder überhaupt keine Spannung aufgebaut. So kann man die Musik als die größte Enttäuschung dieses Films sehen. Als einziger Lichtblick am Himmel kann man das Titellied zählen, da es an Lullaby of Woes, dem Titellied des dritten Videospiels, ähnelt.

Produziert wurde der Film vom südkoreanischen Studio Mir, welches schon für Netflix die Animationsserie Castlevania, basierend auf dem gleichnamigen japanischen Videospielklassiker, animiert hat. Der Stil erinnert direkt an Castlevania, auch ohne das Vorwissen über die Produktionsstudio. Das Design von Architektur, Kleidung, Landschaft und Figuren sind an generische eurozentrische Mittelalter- und Fantasy-Elemente angelehnt. Auch hier fehlen einfach prägnante Stildetails, die in der Witcher Serie und den Spielen hervorragend dargestellt wurden. The Witcher: Nightmare of the Wolf könnte zeichnerisch ein Castlevania-Klon sein. Die Spiele haben architektonisch, kostümtechnisch und allgemein vom Design so einen distinktiven Charakter, dass der Animationsfilm blass und fade daneben wirkt (obwohl man eher die Wörter „zu dunkel und matschig“ wählen müsste). Für Castlevania hat dieser Animationsstil vollkommen ausgereicht, da das japanische Original ein generisches, aber auch ein teilweise exzentrisch angehauchtes mittelalterliches Europa geschaffen hatte. Da es aber schon mehrere westliche Adaptionen der Geralt-Saga gibt, fehlen die schon bekannten Designelemente und lassen die Zuschauende nicht wirklich fühlen, dass es sich um das Hexer-Universum handelt. Einzig und allein die Monsterdarstellungen, und auch die neuen Monster mit eingeschlossen, waren hervorragend und haben zum Kanon der Welt gepasst. Bekannte Monster und deren Verhalten, Aussehen und Bewegungen wurden detailgetreu animiert und dargestellt. Summa summarum ist The Witcher: Nightmare of the Wolf nicht zufriedenstellend. Die Netflix Real-Serie The Witcher konnte bis zur Dritten Staffel den Fans Hoffnung gegeben, dass auch diesmal Netflix eine tolle Erweiterung des Hexer-Universum schaffen würde. Die Story, Musik und die Designelemente könnten für alle großen Wiedźmin /The Witcher – Fans wenig überzeugend wirken. Auch eine Enttäuschung könnte für alle Polnischen Fans (genau wie in der Netflix Real-Serie) sein, dass es keine polnische Synchronisation gibt. Die original Buchreihe und der O-Ton der Spiele ist die Polnische Sprache, und bei beiden Medien sind Sprache und Synchronisation im Original hervorragend. Deswegen könnten Lore-Puristen und Hardcorefans den Animationsfilm für zu flach, generisch und als unnötig ansehen– und somit ist dieser auch für viele Fans kein Muss zum Anschauen. Anstatt das man sich mit Vesemirs „Albtraum“ beschäftigt, wird der Film zum Albtraum eines jeden Hardcore Fans. Aber, obwohl diesem Spin-Off nicht besonders überzeugend ist, kann es für alle Zuschauenden, die abends leichte Kost und Unterhaltung wollen, oder auch sich nicht zu sehr in der Witcher-Welt auskennen und/oder einfach nur gerne brutalen Anime mit Blut und Gemetzel schauen wollen, mit The Witcher: Nightmare of the Wolf ihr Fett wegkriegen.

#txt #writing #review #exercise

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