#wolfie’s witcher writing

[jaskierswolf]

how about geralt growing his beard out (witcher 3 style) and jaskier just have to drag his fingers through it, just have to play with it? just happy feels and maybe a smooch <3<3<3

Under Their Fingertips

Ship: Geralt/Jaskier Rating: T Summary: Geralt finds Jaskier whilst they are camping alone, and his new look knocks down some of Jaskier's walls.

On AO3

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Jaskier grumbled as they trudged through the mud. The trek from Oxenfurt had been a long one. With spring came the thaw, and all the snow of the ground had melted, flooding the paths and turning them into rivers. Their breeches were thick with dirt, splatters staining the once fine silk. It was days like this why they wondered why they even became a bard in the first place. Jaskier sighed, their fingers dancing on their lute case strap. Really they hadn't had a choice. The music had chosen Jaskier more than they had chosen it. From the very first time that they'd seen a troubadour in the square, Jaskier had been hooked.

Still, they could have done without the wanderlust. Settling down in a royal court would have been rather lovely. There would have been less mud for one.

But there would have been less Geralt too.

Jaskier wasn't sure whether they'd be able to give the witcher up now that they'd met him. The unrequited love and the pining was less than ideal, but Jaskier could settle happily for being Geralt's friend. They had been friends for nearly a decade after all. Jaskier was well practised at hiding their feelings.

After slipping into another giant puddle, Jaskier cursed and decided they were done travelling for the day. Camping wasn't what they'd had in mind, but by the gods, they weren't spending another minute on the path. If you could even call it a path. Maybe it was finally time that they invested in a horse. Geralt always complained that Jaskier slowed him down, and it would be nice to get out of the dirt. They would think about it when they reached the next town. It was too late now.

It didn't take them long to set up camp. Jaskier had learned enough over the years and was perfectly capable of travelling alone these days. It was safer with Geralt, but they could manage. The fire burned brightly, keeping them warm and the animals at bay, and soon a rabbit was roasting over the flames. Jaskier sighed as they pulled their lute from the case, their tongue slipping between their lips as they twisted the pegs until they were satisfied with the tuning.

And then they began to play.

There were no lyrics, not yet. It was a work in progress. A rough draft. Jaskier wasn't even sure what story they wanted to tell. The melody had just been haunting them. Golden eyes. A faint smile. Hair like moonlight. All of that went into their music, again and again and again. Jaskier wondered whether Geralt ever truly realised how much he inspired Jaskier beyond the tales of their adventures.

Did the witcher know about their love?

By the time the sun had set, Jaskier's fingers were sore and their belly was full. They were exhausted and ready to crash out for the night. But fate had other ideas.

"Jaskier?" A voice called from the shadows. At once, Jaskier's dagger was in their hand as they startled awake, nearly falling off the log they were perched on.

"I- what?" They stammered until their brain clicked back into gear. It was a familiar voice. A well-loved voice. "Geralt?"

"At ease, bard," the witcher called, chuckling as he appeared at the edges of the camp.

And oh Melitele, Jaskier was done for. In the time they'd been apart, Geralt had grown a beard. It wasn't something Jaskier had known they were into... but apparently they absolutely definitely were. 

"I-You... fuck..." Jaskier muttered, their face burning hot. "Beard?" 

Wow, Jaskier, they thought. Real eloquent there.

Geralt shrugged. "Just trying it out."

 "It- It looks good. Great. Ho-" Jaskier felt their eyes widen as they, the master wordsmith, tried to find a different word to cover up their mistake. "Hot."

 Damn it. 

Raising an eyebrow, Geralt smirked as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Can I touch it?" The question slipped out before Jaskier realised what they were saying.

Apparently they were cursed today.

Geralt cocked his head, and then silently set aside his swords and his armour. The suspense was killing Jaskier. They knew Geralt had heard their question, and yet the damned witcher seemed content to let them suffer in pure agony whilst he made himself comfortable in the camp that Jaskier had made. But eventually, those gorgeous honey eyes landed on Jaskier, shining in the firelight, and Geralt nodded. 

Nervously, Jaskier let their tongue brush along their lips and they worried at the chapped skin. Nimble fingers shook by their side as they approached their friend, their crush, their witcher. They knelt in front of Geralt, unusually silent. It felt as if the air had been torn from their lungs and they couldn't speak. There were no words to be said. As Jaskier took a long and heavy breath, they lifted their fingers to Geralt's cheeks, gently brushing their fingertips through the surprisingly soft bristles. 

"Suits you," Jaskier murmured, afraid that their words might break whatever moment was building between them. 

"Thanks," Geralt grunted, all gruff and sexy and urgh. It wasn't fair.

Not daring to meet Geralt's eyes, Jaskier let their fingers wander. They traced the shape of Geralt's jaw, strong and square and handsome, then they brushed over his nose, crooked, a scar cutting into the pale flesh. The witcher's breaths were steady, and Jaskier could feel his eyes staring back at them. Jaskier felt like they were burning under the heat of Geralt's gaze, but still they didn't meet his eyes. Instead, holding their breath, Jaskier's fingers ran tentatively over Geralt's lips. They parted under their touch and Jaskier could feel the soft warm breath against their skin.

"Can- can I kiss you?" Jaskier breathed, barely above a whisper.

"Yeah," Geralt replied, sounding just as affected as Jaskier felt.

 And then their lips met, chapped and cold and chaste. It was barely a kiss. Just a press of two lips in the dark, testing, teasing, tempting. A promise of more. The beginnings of a new song, a new chapter, a new adventure. Jaskier felt like their heart was singing, and they flung their arms around Geralt's shoulders, burying their face in the crook of his neck to hide their tears.

"I've missed you, dear heart," they whispered in the quiet stillness of the night. 

Geralt's arms wrapped around them, tight and warm, holding them close. "I've missed you too, Julek."

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 7

Villain of the week captures Jaskier and Geralt and either uses a potion or spell or curse of some sort to revert Geralt down to nothing but baser wolfy instincts, perhaps while saying a snarky quip to Jaskier about "finally seeing what a monster the witcher is", only to get blindsided by InstinctsOnly!Geralt just going CUDDLECRAZY over his bard. Kisses, licks, hugs, snuggles, nuzzling, the whole shabang. ♡!Optional addons!♡ • Obligatory "perhaps things get spicier than just cuddles"

• The captor tries to separate them and/or harms Jaskier and Geralt casually proves he doesn't need his swords to kill

• This all happens pre-slash, and Jaskier is stunned at Geralt's behavior, but suspects it's just the instincts and Geralt doesn't truly like him nearly this much (Geralt has to tell him how wrong he is after they're safe, of course) ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

PISSING AND SHITTING ON THE FLOOR @araglas1989 found a pre-existing fic that ticks almost all the boxes! I'd still love to see someone write this prompt, but if you're a fellow reader like I, feel free to give this one a try! by leodesic on AO3

[dapandapod]

The practice mission

 Ciri Science and the Idiot Syndrome     On Ao3

Prev   -    Next

Ciri: Alright, so today we practice. We'll start easy. Tell Eskel you love him.

Eskel: What

Jaskier: I love you Eskel.

Ciri: See? That was easy! Now do it again. With feeling.

Jaskier: *I can’t believe I’m doing this*  *I am a grown man* *I don’t need lessons from a child*

Ciri: Jaskier!

Jaskier: I love you.

Geralt:  *walks around the corner* *stops dead* *did Jaskier just tell Eskel he loves him?*  *but…?* *wait*   *kicked puppy* *run away*

Eskel. Geralt! Wait!

Jaskier: Geralt? Oh fuck! Ciri what have I done?!

Ciri:  *writes on clipboard*   Idiot Syndrome is still strong in our subjects. Treatment under development, but for now symptoms include running away from problem-

Jaskier: Ciri! What are we going to do?

Ciri:  *still writing*  -and whining.

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Fic Idea: Geralt being very self conscious about literally all of the inhuman traits he has (he probably has even more than most Witchers because of the extra trials) and trying to hide them entirely or just make them less obvious when Jaskier starts traveling with him, probably angsting whenever Jaskier notices, and some nice h/c from Jaskier ( + feral bard ready to stab all the humans who made Geralt feel like that and/or horny bard with a broken brain bc “oh no hes getting hotter”)

so I did this from Geralt’s pov bc honestly I was just feeling the angst today? Its the first day of classes and a bitch was overwhelmed so here. we. go.

also I couldn't get that face out of my head from the betrothal episode where he’s watching the chaos before the fight breaks out and he looks like a confused puppy?! y’all know the one? god its so cute.

Waringins: none

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Geralt had always managed to stay far away from the average human. They always cringed and drew back at his slightly off appearance, until Jaskier started following him. 

It started with his teeth. On the rare occasion he gave in and smiled at the bard’s jokes he noticed Jaskier staring at his teeth. They weren't fangs per se, but he had pronounced canines before the trials, now they were rather obvious. 

Jaskier made to say something, paused, then changed the subject. Geralt ran his tongue over his teeth and feigned attention for the next few minutes of the bard's story. He spent the night trying to decide if Jaskier was scared or disgusted by him.

When Jaskier insisted on brushing twigs out of Geralt’s hair after a contract rather early on Geralt felt a panic he wasn't sure what to do with. He’d already accepted that he needed the bard, though whether for personal or professional reasons he hadn’t made up his mind, and he didn't want him running when he realized Geralt was more wolf than expected. His hair was coarse and unruly, another side effect of the trials, but Jaskier hummed in content as he ran his fingers through it. 

“It’s softer than it looks.” he murmured.

Geralt only grunted, surprised but still not entirely at ease. 

Months down the line they were having to haggle over the fee an alderman owed and Geralt growled. Not a human growl, no. He was tired and covered in blood and, frankly, really fucking angry and he’d let an animalistic growl leap out of his chest. He could smell the fear in the air and made sure to avoid Jaskier’s eyes. He couldn’t bear to see the disgust reflected at him. They got 100 orins above asking price though. 

When they reunited after the winter Geralt was far more careful. Less smiling, kept his hair neat so Jaskier wasn’t inclined to fix it, even made sure to rest better so he didn’t slip up again. 

Of course his plans went to shit after a week. He’d taken quite the beating from a bruxa before killing it and Jaskier had insisted he lay down while the bard skinned and cooked their dinner. 

While it roasted Jaskier laid down next to Geralt, brushing the hair out of a cut to begin with, but when Geralt leaned into the gentle touch he ran his hands through his hair. Half asleep, Geralt thought maybe this was a bad idea, he'd managed to keep up his civilized human act for a few days now, but it just felt so nice. Jaskier continued his gentle strokes for a few minutes, nudging Geralt closer to sleep despite the hunger eating at his stomach. When the bard finally pulled away to check their dinner Geralt gave a high pitched whine, not unlike a puppy.

Jaskier froze, "Did you…"

Geralt cleared his throat, gingerly sitting up to lean against a log and grumbling, "No." 

"Yes, you… Geralt that was cute." Jaskier was squatting next to him, fussing with his bandaged arm to busy his hands.

Geralt was too tired to control his facial expressions, completely baffled by his words he turned to him, "I'm an animal and you think it's cute?" 

Jaskier sighed, abandoning the bandages and resting his elbows on his knees, giving Geralt an exasperated look, "You are not an animal. I, for one, am quite drawn to your differences."

"You mean the fangs and fur for hair?" Geralt didn't believe him for a second and he made it clear with his tone. 

"Your teeth don't scare me in the slightest." He heaved a sigh as he stood to take the rabbit off the fire, "In fact I think they suit you well." 

"Suit me?" 

"Yes. Adds to the total attractiveness you have going on." Jaskier handed a rabbit leg to Geralt as if their conversation was completely normal, as if Geralt's heart wasn't about to beat out of his chest. 

He realized he was staring, probably oogling up at the bard but he was too lost to care, "And the growling like a dog…?" 

"Mm!-" Jaskier spoke around a mouthful, waving his free hand as if conducting an orchestra, "-That was rather hot." 

"What!?" The panic in Geralt's chest was slowly disapating until Jaskier's words transformed it into something else entirely.

"Oh please! Don't act so surprised," Jaskier was snickering now, looking down at Geralt with an amused bewilderment, "You've fallen into many a bed since we first met, how do you not know?" 

Geralt picked at the hare, more self conscious than ever, "I just… most of them think it will be a story for the tavern, the, uh, 'thrill of the other'. A challenge."

"Yeah. Idiot. I too would be telling everyone about bedding the hot witcher who saved the townsfolk." Jaskier rolled his eyes as he sat on the ground next to Geralt, "Not to be untoward-"

"You always are." Geralt teased.

"-It's more fun- what I'm trying to say is, I find all of you appealing. Your little wolfy bits and habits and the quintessential humanness of you as well. You are not an animal, Geralt, and you don't deserve the way scared little weasels treat you." 

Geralt was silent for a moment, chewing at some gristle stuck in his teeth as an excuse to think. 

Jaskier lowered his voice, a hint of nerves on his tongue, "I know you're realigning how you view yourself up in there but I did just do a little confessing and it would be nice if you said something. Anything." 

Geralt tilted his head, looking at the bard from under a furrowed brow, "You're attracted… to me?" 

Jaskier nodded, now the one to look away, "When you say it so plainly…" 

"Hmm." The panic from before was entirely replaced by a terrifying warmth spreading through Geralt's chest. This idiot of a human who had seen him at his worst wanted him for him. In 80 years the closest he'd come to this kind of feeling was the bond with his horses. 

He couldn't put words to it, not in a million years, so instead he shuffled closer to the bard and rested his head on his shoulder. Jaskier placed a hand on his knee and he let out a deep rumbly sigh of content. 

They finished their meal in silence, more than enough words passed between them for the night. 

[witchersgoldenbard]

Gerlion floof, Dandelion has writer’s block, ~550 words

Words Fail but You Don’t

Dandelion groans for the tenth time in the past three minutes and is just about ready to throw his inkwell and quill against the wall that must surely be laughing at him already. Or glaring at him, just like the empty page of his notebook. Untouched yet oh so familiar, as he has been staring at it all afternoon, all day, all damned week! 

He groans again and slams the book shut, not caring that a few loose pages slowly make their way to the ground. 

“Dandelion,” Geralt sighs, though he somehow manages to make it both exasperated and compassionate. 

The poet turns in his chair and pouts at Geralt. “I hate this.”

Geralt smiles sympathetically and approaches him. “Still no words?” 

“No,” Dandelion agrees, the ambivalence intended because for one, there are no words. No bloody damned words that care to be written, no songs to compose and no ballads to be told. And on the other hand, there very well are! So many words in his head, his fingers itching with it. But the moment he opens his book, grabs his inkwell and quill, they just… stop. Like rain clouds passing by on a summer’s day, heavy with the promise of rain and then disappointing, heart-wrenching, frustrating when the promise remains unfulfilled. 

“This is a waste of both time and talent, and I will not stand for it!” he laments. He is being dramatic but after days and days of being blocked despite having his muse right there with him, he is fucking allowed to be dramatic about it. 

Geralt huffs and comes to stand before him, an incredibly fond expression on his face. “Do you need a hug?” 

Dandelion huffs and holls his eyes. “No, what I need is inspiration, motivation, a muse, a calling. Geralt, what I need is words!” 

Another smile, and when exactly has the witcher learned to be so patient with him? Well, okay, probably somewhere around his last period of poet’s block. 

“You have them, Dandelion. You have all the words.” 

He wants to reach for his notebook and show Geralt all the empty pages in them, proof that he does not, in fact, have all the words. 

“What you do not have, my friend, is patience with yourself. You want to tell all these tales about the world and heroics and love and friendship and sex, that you forget about yourself. You are more than a story, more than a tale, more than a song, Dandelion. The words will come back, they always do. And until then, how about we go grab some food and you allow yourself to just be Dandelion the man instead of Dandelion the poet, huh?” 

He gapes at the witcher, cannot help it. How dare this man have more words than he does in his time of need? How dare he be so sweet, how dare he be right? 

It is unfair. The world has formed a conspiracy against him! Surely that must be it. There is no other way to-- oh. 

Geralt is pulling him up by his hands and into a hug. Okay, yes, this is nice. He can be a person first and a poet second. If only for tonight. 

“You’ve got this, Dandelion. You always do. And if it doesn’t work today?” 

“Then we try again tomorrow,” he mumbles into the crook of Geralt’s neck, holding onto him. 

“Hmm.” 

[geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde]

Can I maybe possibly request some soft Gerlion cuddles? Maybe huddling for warmth around the campfire or just straight up ignoring a second bed in a room at the inn? Just... snuggly boys?? Pls. Thank you! ily! <3

Wolfie, darling, you have a way with prompts. 

Please accept my soft snuggly Gerlion offering.

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The wind whistled through the trees surrounding the small clearing where the witcher and poet had set up camp for the night. Dandelion pulled his silken shawl around him tighter as another gust of wind tore through their campsite.

The day had been wonderfully mild, the sunshine keeping Geralt and Dandelion warm despite the cool breeze. Unfortunately, as soon as the sun went down, the temperature had dropped, and Dandelion's fine silks and linens weren't quite up to the task of keeping him warm.

Dandelion glared at the fire, grumpy that it wasn’t doing its job properly, it’s warmth escaping around him instead of keeping him warm. Camping certainly wasn't Dandelion's favorite part of travelling with Geralt, that was for sure.

"Geralt," Dandelion began, "it's cold."

Geralt looked up at Dandelion from his position across the fire, one eyebrow raised, "Yes. It is."

"Well?" Dandelion asked indignantly, adjusting a blonde curl so that it was protecting his ears from the cold air. Geralt ran warm and Dandelion was more than happy to borrow some of that warmth.

Geralt chuckled, a smile gracing his face, "Well what, Dandelion?"

The smile on Geralt’s face made Dandelion squint his eyes toward the witcher, Geralt knew exactly what it was Dandelion wanted, he was just being difficult. "Well, come here! Warm me up, witcher!"

"I don't recall that being my job."

Dandelion gasped dramatically, "I am your best friend, Geralt. It is most certainly your job."

"Alright, alright. If it will stop your yammering. Go lay down, I'll join you in a moment."

Dandelion smiled smugly as he settled on his bedroll, burrowing under the top blanket, shivering.

He listened contentedly as Geralt puttered around their small camp. It wasn't long before he heard Geralt shuffling around behind him. Looking over his shoulder, Dandelion saw Geralt repositioning his own bedroll right next to Dandelion's.

Geralt laid down on his own bedroll and then scooted forward, pulling up Dandelion’s blanket so he could join the poet underneath it. Dandelion hummed happily as he slid back into Geralt’s warmth, “This is much nicer, Geralt.”

Geralt buried his nose in Dandelion’s curls, smiling gently as he wrapped an arm around the poet, “Don’t worry, my dearest flower. I’ll keep you warm.”

Dandelion closed his eyes, reveling in the embrace, “I know you call me a flower to tease me, but I’ve grown to rather like it.”

“That’s good because I don’t intend to stop, my flower.”

Dandelion laughed brightly, “Good night, my dearest witcher.”

“Good night, Dandelion.”

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[fontegagrilledcheese]

more of catboy jaskier??? Pls

On their search for Yennefer, there were many traits that started to come out in the pair of friends. Geralt's tail tended to react freely to his hidden emotions, wagging and swaying in happiness at the bard's voice, he had become playful to an extent, and would whine at the bard for attention when they settled down for the evening at a campsite, unable to go into town with the tails and ears.

Jaskier however, had become entranced with the witcher's hair, even more so than usual. Staring at it as it swayed in shifted with the witcher's movements. The only thing that distracted the bard better than the shiny hair, was the wagging tail that responded so nicely to everything. There were many occasions where jaskier had to hold himself back from attacking geralt's tail, but today was exceptionally warm, and the pair were waiting out the main heat of the day near a cool stream.

Jaskier couldn't help himself, entranced with the swaying tail, a meer foot from where he was lounging in the shade. He slowly shifted about, tail swaying with excitement at the prospect of catching the fluffy appendage. With a lil wiggle the bard was pouncing on the tail, catching it quickly and causing the witcher to jump and tackle the attacker of his tail.

The duo rolled around, wrestling playfully up to the point where they rolled into the stream, causing the cattified bard to yowl at the sudden introduction of water and thrash about, dislodging the witcher and shooting up back to dry land, and up the tree that had been providing shade.

[huntershowl-moving]

@polowac​ liked [ x ].

❛ ... hm. ❜  it’s a sound in response to the quiet footsteps approaching her from behind. bow laid out across her knees, hellhound sits at the edge of the rooftop, allowing her veil of smoking hair to rustle around her body in a cool night’s breeze.  a glance behind her confirms her suspicion. a suspicion that the people are fed up, reaching their limit – tired of being scared of the wolf stalking the shadows. so fed up that they have called upon someone they hate to deal with it.  like nothing we’ve ever seen, they murmur to each other, to the envoys they send out; it needs no full moon, only for you to anger it. that’s when . . .  their accounts of hellhound’s transformation tend to differ with each retelling. the base is there – the girl, anger, the wolf. red eyes, black fur, fangs. sometimes it’s multiple heads. sometimes many eyes or a size larger than a house. always – always – she tears her victims to shreds. the woman stands to her full height, pale blue eyes cutting into geralt’s amber ones. i know who you are, the look says. ❛ here to strike me down with that silver blade? ❜

[jaskierswolf]

It is not Jaskier dragging new pets home, despite popular belief. The white haired boyfriend, however, might have a bit of a hero complex.... (hehehe)

The Menagerie

Ship: Geraskier Rating: T Summary: In which Geralt adopts far too many animals, but Jaskier still loves him.

On AO3 _

Normally when new people met Geralt and Jaskier they made assumptions. Geralt liked to brood, well, no... more actually he was just painfully shy with low self-esteem despite looking like a god. Unfortunately, he also had possibly the worst case of resting bitch face that Jaskier had ever seen, and had never quite grown out of his goth stage. In contrast, Jaskier's emo phase had lasted all but a month back when he was fifteen and he'd quickly swapped the black hair and leather wristbands for floral shirts and as many rings as he could possibly fit on his fingers. He had, however, kept the eyeliner. It looked good on him. These days he just preferred a slightly lighter look instead of the thick black rings around his eyes. 

The point was when people entered their house and were greeted by no less than three dogs bounding into their laps, swiftly followed by a cat on their lap as soon as they sat down, they assumed that Jaskier was the cause. 

In reality, Jaskier was a little hopeless with living things. He could barely keep himself alive, and he'd never managed to look after even the simplest of plants.... let alone a whole menagerie of pets. Jaskier's forte... pun intended... was music. Where Geralt collected animals, Jaskier collected instruments. Between the two of them, their house was a mess and savings were none existent. All of Jaskier's royalties went on their hoards. 

It made for an interesting interview around his house. The door had opened, revealing the camera man as Jaskier had known it would, and the questions began. The interviewer was baffled. Due to Jaskier's success, he was sure that expectations of their house would be very different. Clean for one. And probably minimalistic, only filled with his awards and fine art beyond the bare essentials. What they had found instead was a mess of fur, cat litter and sheet music. It looked not unlike student accommodation from Oxenfurt, only much larger and way more pets. 

Jaskier couldn't complain. It was home.

Actually, no. Scrap that. He could absolutely fucking complain. 

His shoe landed in a pile of cat sick and he hopped from the living room straight into a pile of litter that had been kicked from the tray. 

"Geralt!!" He yelled up the stairs to where his husband was no doubt lurking in the office. "One of the cats has been sick!" 

"Clean it up then!" Geralt called back. 

Urgh. Yes. Definitely complaining.

It didn't take long to deal with the sick, but Jaskier ended up in a bit of a cleaning spree. After the mess was dealt with, he remembered the litter, and whilst cleaning up the litter he noticed just how much dog hair was lying around and sticking to his socks. Then the vacuum bag needed emptying and the bins had to be taken out, and three hours later, Jaskier collapsed on the sofa. 

The living room was looking spotless, or as spotless as it could be with a veritable zoo living under their roof. He was just about to pull out his laptop to check his social media, when Pegasus, the fat white fluff ball that Geralt had rescued last summer, flopped onto his lap, meowing loudly. 

Jaskier sighed. "I suppose you want feeding. You know you're on a diet, yes? The vet was very firm about that." In response, Pegasus just meowed again, widening his big blue eyes. 

Urgh. Jaskier hated animals. They were so needy. 

"Fine," he grumbled. "Come on then, shit legs."

The fluff ball was pulled into his arms and Jaskier trudged into the kitchen. Before he could blink, he was surrounded by dogs and cats... even Lark the Cockatoo had landed on his shoulder. 

"Oh for mother of-" he groaned, staring up at the ceiling as if that might help. "GERALT!!"

"Yes, dear?" His husband said from the doorway. Roach, a great mutt of a dog, was by his side, wagging her tail happily as Geralt scratched behind her ears. 

"Help?" Jaskier whined, pouting at his husband. 

Chuckling, Geralt crossed the room and pulled Pegasus from Jaskier's arms. He pressed a kiss to Jaskier's temple and then shooed him from the room. "I've got this. Go sit down."  He paused. "Thanks for tidying up." 

"No problem, my love," Jaskier replied, relieved that his pet sitting duties were over for now. He winked at his husband and blew a kiss. "Join me once you're done with the hoard?"

But Geralt wasn't listening. He was too busy cooing over the animals, already telling them stories from the actual zoo where he worked part-time. There was a big smile on his face and Jaskier melted. That was, after all, the whole reason they had so many pets. It was worth it just to see Geralt smile like that. Like there wasn't a care in the world. When they'd married, Jaskier had vowed to do anything to make his husband happy, and if it took running a rescue centre for neglected and forgotten animals to do that... then so be it.

[jaskierswolf]

For anyone wondering why I gave Jaskier glasses in my last prompt 🌟

Joey Batey in Paris, October 2011

[olivereliocorcordium1983]

Am I the only one who thinks that the writers of Hollywood should let fanfic writers take over their shit more permanent like and can show these people how to write some damn good stories? 🫤

Now I am going to gladly humble myself right now and say that i have read some of the best fanfiction stories ever in my personal opinion alot of them way better than the stuff I write.

@cassie_styles, @charmieforlife : There is nothing wrong with love, Love is in the air

In love and war: @lovemyway(vesper93)

30 questions: @angelinthecity on Ao3

Painting with a twist by @coloradocharmiegirl

In the end it works @things_that_matter

Fated by @jaydenthorne

And I will forever go back to The Epilepsy Diaries by what is now an orphaned account on ao3 sad story but still good as fuck! ❤️

And I also can't forget about my dear friend @oliverelioismysafeword which i am going to personally set out some time so that i can read more of their work and finish reading the one i was reading before I got sucked up into the madness that is the life of wolfie 🤣

And I know that those people could write better than the crap that is going on with Henry and the witcher. Why? Because a lot of these people who write these fics are actually passionate about what they write. Its well thought out alot of the time and they are just good storytellers.

And that is only a few i know from the top of my head, but i know i have read some from the Oz fandom too that was good too.

People laugh their asses off call fanfic writers delusional and make fun of the stories that fic writers write until those people notice that "oh look so and so got famous! From that stupid story?!!!"

Not so stupid now huh? 😏🤣

[witchersgoldenbard]

Special thanks to @mayastormborn for the aesthetics 💕

Jaskier said for Dandelion to meet them in this particular tavern that brings back a lot of memories. Jaskier is determined to add one more with the song they wrote for their their friend, their love, their soulmate.

wc: 1.4k | tags: Jaskier&Dandelion, Dandi’s POV, they/them enby Jask, aro soulmates, queerplatonic relationship, all the love and softs, The Beatles reference (song)

In My Life

The setting sun casts her light through the dusty windows, casting the whole tavern in a warm and welcoming atmosphere. It brings a smile to Dandelion’s lips. There is something so familiar, so nostalgic about stepping into the tavern and having his senses assaulted with noise and smell and the feeling of unbridled joy. He rarely steps into them anymore these days, his purposes far beyond taverns in a town barely big enough to deserve its own name. 

And yet, here he is. Because Jaskier asked him to, and there is nothing Jaskier could ask of him that he would deny them. 

Dandelion smiles as he takes a look around, gleefully noting that in the many years that have passed since he last set foot into this particular tavern, nothing in here has changed. Not even the barmaids or their voluptuous bosoms. 

He smiles to himself, inexplicably feeling a few decades younger and as though he belongs here. Among the smell of stale ale and lukewarm stew, the raucous laughter and delighted squeals of men and women alike.

Dandelion orders himself a tankard of beer he knows will taste like piss, but ambience and occasion call for it. He takes to watching the patrons for a while, waiting for Jaskier and the reason they are so adamant on meeting him here.

It’s been so long since his and Jaskier’s paths crossed, time and place never quite on their side anymore these days. But it’s fine because the love is still there, the affection clear in the lines of every letter they write each other. They are older now than they were when they first met in this very place, and the world around them has changed quite a bit. And still, through it all, their deep love and friendship remains the same.

Dandelion loses himself in his ponderings for a moment, not quite sure how he got so lucky to have Jaskier in his life and in his heart. The warmth of the tavern seeps through his skin and settles in his heart as he lets his mind wander in grateful reminiscence.

A short while later, he finally catches a glimpse of Jaskier where they are approaching the fireplace near the back. A makeshift stage has been set up – the same stage where he and his little flower sang their first duet together all those decades ago. Dandelion notes with delight that, just like the rest of the tavern, this little stage has remained the same as well.

He watches as Jaskier stands and takes a look around the patrons, their eyes holding not the slightest trace of the nervousness they once felt. Dandelion can’t help but smile at him, even more so when Jaskier’s eyes meet his. 

They look good in the firelight, their hair longer than it used to be, silver streaks adorning it and telling their own tales of life and time. The beard is still there, the same traces of age betraying those blue eyes of theirs that have lost nothing of their boyish charm. Or their shine.

Jaskier still outshines every last person in this entire town and Dandelion loves them all the more for it.

They grin in excitement before it turns into something softer, something deeper. Something secret. Only for the two of them to see, to know, to feel. Dandelion holds their gaze, that familiar warmth blooming in his chest. That warmth he knows is the love he feels for his little flower. That very same warmth that has not cooled down in the past decades and has become his constant companion on his travels through the Continent. 

The sounds of Jaskier beginning their first song is what brings Dandelion back to the present. Gentle strums on a lute he knows oh so well. It’s a familiar song that quickly enough has the whole tavern joining. Even Dandelion finds himself humming along, the easy companionable atmosphere enough to draw him in further to the age-old memories of his younger self.

Jaskier sings a few songs like that, a ballad here and there that brings their audience to tears, and Dandelion would love to capture this moment. It makes for excellent inspiration, watching one’s love bring life and joy. 

And then there is a stretched moment of silence that makes him look up, searching his best friend’s eyes and finding them already resting on him. Jaskier is nervous, he knows. But they are also smiling, a shy little thing that intrigues Dandelion like nothing has in a long time. 

Jaskier begins their song with gently plucking their lute strings.

“There are places I'll remember,

All my life, though some have changed.”

It’s a new song. It must be! Dandelion leans forward, resting his elbows on the table before him, not willing to miss even a second of this. 

“Some forever, not for better.

Some have gone and some remain.”

He grins, reminded again of how this very tavern hasn’t changed at all in the past what must already be close to thirty years. Jaskier catches his grin and smiles before continuing.

It’s a beautiful song and Dandelion finds himself caught between watching Jaskier, listening to the words themselves or the way they are sung. Everything is captivating.

“Some are dead and some are living

In my life, I've loved them all.” 

There is raw emotion in the air and it takes no expert in the performing arts to know that Jaskier is singing a piece of their heart to the audience. No, not to the audience. To him. 

It is Jaskier’s next words that melt his heart and make his eyes sting with it. 

“But of all these friends and lovers

There is no one compares with you.” 

Dandelion has always known without a doubt that the bard with the light in their eyes and fire in their heart is his soulmate. Granted, Jaskier had known before, declared their love openly on the very first day they met - in less than rosy circumstances, mind you. Not in a romantic way but in one that mattered more, one that still does. Deeper and stronger than anything Dandelion had ever felt before. 

And now, decades after Jaskier first declared their love so openly and genuinely, decades after they first sang together, they find themselves here again. With a love in their hearts that still surpasses romance, different to the love they feel for their witchers. A love that is nothing more and nothing less than their lives and hearts and minds unquestionably intertwined.

This is theirs. And it’s the most. 

Dandelion feels himself overcome with emotions, memories of days long past filling his mind, pictures of possible futures flooding his heart. Love and pride and warmth and so, so much more. 

“Though I know I'll never lose affection

For people and things that went before.

I know I'll often stop and think about them.

In my life, I love you more.”

Jaskier’s song is coming to a close and Dandelion feels so much, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. The world around him returns with the last strum of lute strings, though the world is only composed of Jaskier’s gentle eyes. 

“In my life, I love you more,” they sing again, quiet and once again only for him. 

Dandelion swallows, still too immersed in his own emotions to say or do anything. The audience gives them the applause they deserve -- and, more importantly, the coin! All the while, Dandelion is only sitting there. Feeling. 

When Jaskier approaches him, it’s with that shy smile again, but there is also excitement glistening in their eyes in that old familiar way that opened Dandelion’s heart all this time ago. 

Neither of them talk for a while, both too overwhelmed and too content to let their companionable silence speak for them. They’re leaning against each other, though, basking in the other’s presence like they always have. The time for words will come later.

It is only at night, when they go upstairs to share a room, that Dandelion finds his voice again where it has been buried beneath emotions all night. 

“Good night, Dandi, love you,” Jaskier mumbles, their eyes drooping as they’re falling asleep. Dandelion watches them for a moment longer, recalling the words of the song in the quiet of their room. 

He smiles and closes his eyes, though sleep will be a long time coming yet. “Love you most, little flower.” 

[imnotwolverine]

Wolfie’s Fic Recs | The Grand Library of Kink 1/2

THE GRAND LIBRARY OF KINK - Allow me to give you a list of treats to quench the unbearable thirst between your thighs. 

>> Looking for part 2 of this list? <<

🖐WARNING: NSFW - SMUT below the cut 🖐

Author’s note: Let’s be honest. You probably are prowling the Tumblr grounds for the same reasons I am: there’s some darn good porn fics out here. And in the year I’ve been in the Cavillry, I’ve gathered a most wondrous collection of soft to extremely kinky fics. Time..to make a more comprehensible list of my favourites thusfar! (💦It’s long, so you better have some fresh panties at the ready💦)

In this library you’ll find:

Part 1:

Self-help 101  

Cherry Popping Goodness 

Vanilla With A Sprinkling Of Sex Toys 

Vanilla - Toybox Special 

Henry’s Hands Special

The Hook-up

Part 2:

Sensory Delights

The Triple Threat  

Fuck - The Geralt Special

Take It Like A Pussy - The Napoleon Special 

Hammer-time - The Walker Special 

Cpt. Cunnilingus - The Syverson Special

Thighs And Canes - The Sherlock Special 

Fem!DOM 

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Self-help 101

[This one’s all about the act of self love - solo masturbation]

Toys are for boys. Unless it’s in the bedroom..right? Almost The Same by @lunedelorient  [Henry x Reader]

Mike can’t help himself as his gaze falls upon your lipstick stains on a beer bottle. Where else would he like those stains to be? Lipstick by @emyearns [Mike / reader]

A toy arrives to sweeten the lonely nights when Henry is away. There’s only one minor detail as the package is being unwrapped; she isn’t alone yet. Flying Solo by me [OFC x Henry Cavill]

I love fics written in Henry’s point of view. In this one Henry can’t take it no more. He simply needs to let off some steam; I Need A Woman by @chamomilebottom [Henry Cavill x reader]

This man gets caught..a lot, doesn’t he? You give Henry a helping hand as you catch him in the shower in Welcome Home by @rosethornsanddaisies [Henry Cavill x reader]

I wasn’t sure whether I should put this in the self-help section. So consider yourself warned: watch out..you’re in for a solo-lovin’ surprise in On Display by @ladyreapermc [August Walker x Reader]

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Cherry Popping Goodness

[There’s a first time for each flower to bloom - loss of vaginal/anal virginity]

The bookstore meet-cute, the skipping heartbeats, and the fluster of cheeks as she just read a steamy passage of her book aloud. It’s the perfect recipe for romance...though there is one tiny, tiny... Her Minor Thing by @ladyreapermc [Henry Cavill x erotica novelist!OFC]

For one night only, gigolo August Walker will make all your fantasies come true. His specialty? Sweet, innocent little flowers. Velvet Chains by @littlefreya [August Walker x reader]

The morning after the cherry popping, a bud starts to bloom. White Honey by @littlefreya [Henry Cavill x reader]

This fic! This. Fic. I hadn’t seen I Capture The Castle when I read this fic, but it made me fall for Stephen so freakin�� hard that I kind of watched the movie straight after. It’s sweet, blushing-cheeks worthy and utterly cinematic. Bluebells by @yespolkadotkitty [Stephen x reader]

August Walker, a virgin? Well..there’s a First Time For Everything by @hope-to-hell [August Walker x reader]

Theseus didn’t mean it to go this way. But he was so thirsty - and now for more then just a drink of water. To Die of Thirst by @hope-to-hell. [Theseus x reader]

It’s Geralt’s first time and isn’t a Witcher body just a fascinating thing..hmm... Anatomy Lessons by @princess-of-riviaa [Geralt x experienced!reader] 

I didn’t know bullet point lists could be this sensual and H.O.T. - First Time w/ Henry by @henchry [Henry Cavill x reader]

GOODNESS ME. Can first times be like this for everyone, please and thank you?! My Flower gives you squirt-inducing, sweet talkin’ Henry making the most out of this special little moment. By @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader]

Wait till marriage with August? Highly unlikely....right? Uncharted Territory by @chamomilebottom [August Walker x reader]

Now onto some other sanctuaries to plunder. (Anal that is) Poker Night @foodieforthoughts [Syverson x OFC]

Lets @littlefreya’s words entice you into a new world as you and Henry finally pick the Forbidden Fruit (yep, anal again) [Henry Cavill x OFC]

And now we’re on the anal train, I do notice that men barely ever get any backdoor lovin’ from their partners. And I know, I know: most men are really apprehensive about it. But goodness can it be good! Sy has learned of it’s sweetness and reminisces that first time in Sy And The Sex Tape by @hope-to-hell [Syverson x reader]

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Vanilla With A Sprinkling Of Sex Toys

[Couple’s sex with just a touch of kink] 

Let’s start with a game. Written in the language of love (French that is), this enticing bit of foreplay gets the blood streaming alright. Invisible Touch by @emelinelovesjc [Henry Cavill x reader]

Is it time for my favourite poetic foreplay fic?! YES it IS! Ode by @wolvesandhoundshowltogether just does something for me and I can simply not explain - just go ahead and read it and see for yourself! [Henry Cavill x reader] 

The key to good sex, is foreplay. And teasing during an event? You bet your  sweet ass you can get Henry riled up. Tease by @captainbigdy [Henry Cavill x reader]

Ready for some myrrh mountain-esque, super indulgent eroticism? Read Confessions by @captainbigdy [Henry Cavill x reader]

Birthday sex

What do you give a man who has it all, for his birthday? A little boudoir, a little make-out on the couch and...Happy Birthday by @rosethornsanddaisies [Henry Cavill x reader]

Apparently boudoir pictures for Henry’s birthday is on y’alls mind! A Picture’s Worth by @sunflowersstan gives you a belated birthday present - but that definitely should not spoil the fun. [Henry Cavill x reader]

Home (coming)

For once, Henry is forgiven for his ungodly early alarm clock: it’s beach time! And Kal will be there too. Home by @chamomilebottom [Henry Cavill x reader]

Henry, unfortunately, isn’t always home. In fact, he’s away quite a lot. Meaning it’s all the important to make up for lost time: Welcome Home by @geralt-of-baevia [Henry Cavill x reader]

And what’d you do if he finally comes home, but an impromptu surprise party is organised by his friends? Better Keep Quiet, baby. By @toomanystoriessolittletime [Henry Cavill x reader]

Does that come with side effects? When a 200 pound beast tackles you after coming home, you just might feel it in the next few days. Lust Worthy by @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader]

Home is also domestic goodness ( “Can I, baby?” He whispers against your cheek, placing a soft kiss to it, his eyes searching to meet yours. >> I mean..YES YOU CAN!! DO WHATEVER YOU MUST YOU HUNK OF A BEAR 😩) in this sweet ficseries chap by @lovelycavills: The Night [Henry Cavill x reader]

Tropes to lovers 

Friends to lovers trope, anyone? Of Fck It by @tillthelandslide gives you beers on the couch, friendly banter and then WOOPSIEDOODLIEDOO. [Henry Cavill x reader]

More friends to lovers with one accidental wet dream while lounging on the couch with Henry. Dreaming by @yoursecretsmutblog [Henry Cavill x reader]

Or perhaps PA/boss to lovers? Thunder by @toomanystoriessolittletime gives you Henry in full Geralt gear and rain..lots and lots of rain - meaning it’s time for a ..😏break. [Henry Cavill x OFC]

One more PA story to get the storm in your pussy settled. Years after working for Henry, you send a drunk text and he Answers. In the flesh. By @toomanystoriessolittletime [Henry Cavill x reader]

Audio porn

Another thing I got quite attached to while I learned all about my kinks here on Tumblr, is audio porn. And what better than to have Henry do some audio recording for us thirsty women? Erotic Audios Present... By @thetaoofzoe [Henry Cavill x OFC]

More audioporn!Henry? @toomanystoriessolittletime has got you covered with Talk Dirty To Me, starring photographer Henry who has had.. a bit of a past - and doesn’t his voice sound terribly familiar? 🧐[au!Henry Cavill x reader]

Communication

Smutty fics practically always skip the “So what do you actually like”-part. Well. This fic covers it - and then some. The Interview by @peachyvulpixie. [Henry Cavill x OFC]

And communication is very - very important. Especially when moving stuff around, right Henry? A Little Bit To The Left by @lunedelorient [Henry Cavill x OFC] 

Communication is also key when you want to decide on sub/dom dynamics. Switch has daddy vibes, but in a domestic, confidential, well-established relationship. By @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader] 

Or, you may just want to tell sweet Henry that it’s definitely okay to get a little louder between the sheets. Express Yourself by @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader]

A thrilling ride

Want to “chose your own adventure” in smutty style? @sciapod’s got just the thing you’re looking for with BD Morning Energy  [Henry Cavill x reader]

Sometimes it’s rough, sometimes it’s sweet, but ever and ever; it’s truly Henry. Read about various types of horny Henry in Shapeshifter by @wanderinglunarnights [Henry Cavill x reader]

Body/orgasm insecurity

This was a very personal piece to write. I have difficulty reaching orgasms, especially with a partner, so for all fellow ladies with the same little problem: Henry is here to give you some Riding Lessons between the sheets. [Henry Cavill x OFC]

And I’m so, so glad that there’s at least a few of you here on Tumblr who can also get a little worried and even impatient between the sheets. Thankfully Henry is the posterboy of Patience, ready to unravel you piece...by.. delicious..piece. By @captainbigdy [Henry Cavill x OFC] 

Nipple love

Female nips get all the lovin’. But male nipples? Not often. Tease by @the-soot-sprite will make sure that is taken well taken care off. [Henry Cavill x reader]

Alright, and now for a little female nip-nip action, let’s dive right into the action. Rough lovin’, shovin’ Cavill is showing you how terribly fucked out he can get you in In My Thoughts by @jolly-polly [Henry Cavill x reader]

Horizontal vs. vertical sex 

Shower sex is such a delectable topic to read about (even though in real life it’s usually awkward and impractical). Let your dreams bring you..after workout Showers with Henry by @darklydeliciousdesires [Henry Cavill x reader]

Or perhaps honeymoon shower sessions? Mirror by @tillthelandslide [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Did someone say honeymoon? Marshall remembers having to climb through that darn window the night before he married you and it makes for a super sweet, domestic fluffy smutty sex scene. And did I mention there was family right at the other side of the door? 👀 Locked by @fourmarkdove [Marshall x reader]

After all that working out it’s time for some food. But what would Henry prefer: ragu or you? What’s Cooking by @writingforhenry [Henry Cavill x reader]

Netflix and Chill

Netflix and chill, anyone? This Movie Night becomes a little steamy 💦 by @writingforhenry [Henry Cavill x reader]

It’s really difficult to watch tv with Henry around, and Freya gets a little frustrated with his incessant teasing; can a woman not just watch some Mindhunter in peace, damnit?! The Refund by @wolvesandhoundshowltogether [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Play-time! 

From game play to girlfriend play during an extremely boring day in lockdown. Confined by @darklydeliciousdesires [Henry Cavill x reader]

More game chair smuttiness? It’s Game on! Mic on! - And ..Eh.. wait..what?! By @thecavillchronicles [Henry Cavill x reader]

Is tickle-play a thing? After a long day where everything seems to have gone wrong, you just need a good shag and Mike will make sure you can Sleep soundly tonight. @emyearns [Mikey x reader]

Alright, it’s a thing. Here’s some more tickle play with Marshall. Laughing During Sex by @promptandpros [Marshall x reader]

Hereby I declare that hairplay is also a thing. And with curls like Henry’s..I mean..come on. Love So Soft gives you dry-humping like horny teenagers after a bad day - and yes..hairplay. By @princess-of-riviaa [Henry Cavill x reader]

Needy Henry

Sad sky eyes are in dire need of some medicine, but Rose doesn’t realise until she’s getting some action for herself that the best medicine for Henry’s malady, is probably not watery soup. In Morbus Et Salus by @fanficsrusz [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Drunk Henry is in need of a midnight snack. And it’s a good thing there just happens to be one in his bed. Drunk In Love by @angrythingstarlight [Henry Cavill x reader]

And the next morning he might just be a really, really needy bear. (My boyfriend, for one, is always EXTRA horny when he is hungover 😂) Five More Minutes by @angrythingstarlight [Henry Cavill x reader]

A few more

And five minutes is probably all you get when you have kids. But it just makes these little mommy and daddy moments all the more sacred. Close To You by @the-soot-sprite [Henry Cavill x reader]

There’s also not a lot of time when you’re in a limo, trying to get your groove on. 🎶Driver roll up the Partition pleaseee 🎶by @fanficsrusz [Henry Cavill x reader]

Now to finish off this vanilla segment: vanilla kisses! Lick Me Till Icecream by @the-soot-sprite [Henry Cavill x reader]

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Vanilla - Toybox Special 

[A special toy segment for you vanilla(ish) lovers] 

When it’s play time - long work day or no - Henry better be prepared for some frisky business. On Purpose by @wanna-do-bad-things (also hell yes for including some toys!) [Henry Cavill x one very frustrated OFC]

More toys? MORE TOYS! Command And Obey brings you dom!Henry being a terrible teasing ass, but alas..it still gets you all kinds of wet *shrugs* By @wanna-do-bad-things [Henry Cavill x reader]

Perhaps need some dom!Clark instead? With toys? We’ve got you covered. By @poledancingdinos [Clark x OFC]

Now, let’s not forget about Henry’s favourite toy of them all. His bike. In Good Vibrations by @deathonyourtongue [Henry Cavill x reader]

You find Henry pleasing himself with something you didn’t even know he owned; a fleshlight. Henry’s Toy by @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader]

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Henry’s Hands Special 

[I can’t be the only one who has the hots for hands]

Having a bad day? Talented fingers belonging to one caring man of a Henry are here to let off your steam. Burn The Couch by @meowpurrbooks [Henry Cavill x reader]

I’m glad I’m not the only one who has a complete and utter obsession with male hands. This fic is amazing in every way. It’s got suspense, hands AND Henry; Idle Hands by @thelastsock [Henry Cavill x Reader]

More handsy stuff is offered in this private drawing session. Draw Me With Your Fingers by @emelinelovesjc [Henry Cavill x OFC!author]

This fic? ..it’s hands-on work. I must give a disclaimer: I’m hard to please when it comes to daddy!fics, but this one I truly enjoyed. It perfectly rides (hehe) the fine balance between rough throat fucking, choking and usage of the endearing nickname ‘little fawn’. Hands by @twhstuckylover [Henry Cavill x reader]

Henry’s hands are here to warm you up on a cold day in Finger Work by @yoursecretsmutblog [Henry Cavill x reader]

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The Hook-up

[A little less established, a little more messy. But definitely h-o-t-h-o-t-h-o-t]

Changing rooms may just hide a Dirty Secret (and crotchless pantyhoses) by @foodieforthoughts [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Being toyed around, Henry can’t stand it any longer - and goodness where did he leave that darn bowtie?! Caught In The Storm by @thelastsock [Henry Cavill x Reader]

Syverson is also not one who likes to be toyed around with, especially when you’re in the same bar wearing that deliciously short dress and his favourite high heels. Mine by @yoursecretsmutblog [Syverson x reader]

Dancefloor delights and popping buttons (is this a good time to admit I have ripped some shirts like that? *woops* 😅) - this quite exhibitionistic fic is an utter delight and I’m Glad You Came  by @foodieforthoughts [Henry Cavill x reader]

Since this is steady-hook-up I wasn’t sure whether to post it in this segment or the Vanilla segment, but ..yea..it definitely deserves a read! Rules Of Engagement has Em and Henry coming to the realisation that a friendly hook-up isn’t all that easy. Especially not when one foul IUD throws baby dust in their busy lives. By @ladyreapermc​ [Henry Cavill x OFC] 

Marshall specials 

An old friend/lover shows up just when you find yourself with the predicament of a broken down car. Before you know it you’re having car sex with one curly haired police officer in..yea..a police car. A Perfect Shitty Day by @toomanystoriessolittletime [Marshall x reader]

OOPH you girls are in it for the Walter hook-ups. Forget That Asshole follows up after you had one particularly disappointing blind date. And thankfully a blue eyed sweater-bear-man is there to provide you some much needed consolation.  By @penwieldingdreamer [Marshall x reader]

Sex on set

On set things might just get a little steamy, so might as well take ..*clip scene* ACTION! Touch Me Tease Me by @deathonyourtongue [Henry Cavill x OFC]  

More on-set delights? Perhaps with a touch of embarrassing nerves? Directed By La Petite Mort by @wolvesandhoundshowltogether [Henry Cavill x reader]

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>> Looking for part 2 of this list? <<

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Artworks/edits are mine ❤️And as always: if you have more fic recs to add, share them in your reblogs/comments! 

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[jaskierswolf]

I meant to write less bards... but I have no regrets 😂 Thank you for organising!

We have our Fifth Rarepair Bingo! Congratulations to the talented@jaskierswolf who has completed a full house! Thank you for your hard work for the rarepair cause!

Wee Hours Chat - Simply Beautiful - Valskier - AO3

Sex Pollen - The Petals in Your Hair - Jaskilion - AO3

Sharing Culture/Traditions - The Pirate’s Life - Yenfri - AO3

Watching Them Sleep - Stolen Kisses - Jaskier/Aiden - AO3

Cockwarming - I Can Do Better - Valskier - AO3

Comforting after nightmare - Never Be Free - Yenskier (Platonic) - AO3

Reminds me of you - Darling, Buttercup - Jaskier/Aiden - AO3

A/B/O Dynamics - For Your Love - Valskier - AO3

Frottage etc. - Dear Buttercup - Jaskilion - AO3

[fontegagrilledcheese]

For the 5 sentences thingy: "Don't blame me, it was your fault!"

I'm in a good mood today so i thought I'd fill this while procrastinating.

"Don't blame me! This is your fault!" Yelled the bard, shaking the long cat tail in his grasp at the witcher. "You just had to rile the witch! And now here we are!" He hisses, cat ears flat and tail flicking angrily.

The white fluffy wolf ears on the witcher's head pull back in a show of shame as his tail tucks down and a sad whine emits from the witcher.

Jaskier sighs and lets go of his newly aquired appendage, "let's find Yennefer, the most she'll do is laugh at us before fixing it." he grumbles, beginning the trek back towards Roach, and missing the happy wiggle of the witchers fluffy white tail at the forgiving tone.

I'm still doing these if anyone would like, send me the 1st sentence and I'll write the next bit lol.

[jaskier-cult]

argh!! my heart!!! the feels are getting to me

lovely fic! i think doing it from Geralt's point of view was a great choice, and my only complaint was that it wasn't longer because i loved it so much!!

Fic Idea: Geralt being very self conscious about literally all of the inhuman traits he has (he probably has even more than most Witchers because of the extra trials) and trying to hide them entirely or just make them less obvious when Jaskier starts traveling with him, probably angsting whenever Jaskier notices, and some nice h/c from Jaskier ( + feral bard ready to stab all the humans who made Geralt feel like that and/or horny bard with a broken brain bc “oh no hes getting hotter”)

so I did this from Geralt’s pov bc honestly I was just feeling the angst today? Its the first day of classes and a bitch was overwhelmed so here. we. go.

also I couldn't get that face out of my head from the betrothal episode where he’s watching the chaos before the fight breaks out and he looks like a confused puppy?! y’all know the one? god its so cute.

Waringins: none

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Geralt had always managed to stay far away from the average human. They always cringed and drew back at his slightly off appearance, until Jaskier started following him. 

It started with his teeth. On the rare occasion he gave in and smiled at the bard’s jokes he noticed Jaskier staring at his teeth. They weren't fangs per se, but he had pronounced canines before the trials, now they were rather obvious. 

Jaskier made to say something, paused, then changed the subject. Geralt ran his tongue over his teeth and feigned attention for the next few minutes of the bard's story. He spent the night trying to decide if Jaskier was scared or disgusted by him.

When Jaskier insisted on brushing twigs out of Geralt’s hair after a contract rather early on Geralt felt a panic he wasn't sure what to do with. He’d already accepted that he needed the bard, though whether for personal or professional reasons he hadn’t made up his mind, and he didn't want him running when he realized Geralt was more wolf than expected. His hair was coarse and unruly, another side effect of the trials, but Jaskier hummed in content as he ran his fingers through it. 

“It’s softer than it looks.” he murmured.

Geralt only grunted, surprised but still not entirely at ease. 

Months down the line they were having to haggle over the fee an alderman owed and Geralt growled. Not a human growl, no. He was tired and covered in blood and, frankly, really fucking angry and he’d let an animalistic growl leap out of his chest. He could smell the fear in the air and made sure to avoid Jaskier’s eyes. He couldn’t bear to see the disgust reflected at him. They got 100 orins above asking price though. 

When they reunited after the winter Geralt was far more careful. Less smiling, kept his hair neat so Jaskier wasn’t inclined to fix it, even made sure to rest better so he didn’t slip up again. 

Of course his plans went to shit after a week. He’d taken quite the beating from a bruxa before killing it and Jaskier had insisted he lay down while the bard skinned and cooked their dinner. 

While it roasted Jaskier laid down next to Geralt, brushing the hair out of a cut to begin with, but when Geralt leaned into the gentle touch he ran his hands through his hair. Half asleep, Geralt thought maybe this was a bad idea, he'd managed to keep up his civilized human act for a few days now, but it just felt so nice. Jaskier continued his gentle strokes for a few minutes, nudging Geralt closer to sleep despite the hunger eating at his stomach. When the bard finally pulled away to check their dinner Geralt gave a high pitched whine, not unlike a puppy.

Jaskier froze, "Did you…"

Geralt cleared his throat, gingerly sitting up to lean against a log and grumbling, "No." 

"Yes, you… Geralt that was cute." Jaskier was squatting next to him, fussing with his bandaged arm to busy his hands.

Geralt was too tired to control his facial expressions, completely baffled by his words he turned to him, "I'm an animal and you think it's cute?" 

Jaskier sighed, abandoning the bandages and resting his elbows on his knees, giving Geralt an exasperated look, "You are not an animal. I, for one, am quite drawn to your differences."

"You mean the fangs and fur for hair?" Geralt didn't believe him for a second and he made it clear with his tone. 

"Your teeth don't scare me in the slightest." He heaved a sigh as he stood to take the rabbit off the fire, "In fact I think they suit you well." 

"Suit me?" 

"Yes. Adds to the total attractiveness you have going on." Jaskier handed a rabbit leg to Geralt as if their conversation was completely normal, as if Geralt's heart wasn't about to beat out of his chest. 

He realized he was staring, probably oogling up at the bard but he was too lost to care, "And the growling like a dog…?" 

"Mm!-" Jaskier spoke around a mouthful, waving his free hand as if conducting an orchestra, "-That was rather hot." 

"What!?" The panic in Geralt's chest was slowly disapating until Jaskier's words transformed it into something else entirely.

"Oh please! Don't act so surprised," Jaskier was snickering now, looking down at Geralt with an amused bewilderment, "You've fallen into many a bed since we first met, how do you not know?" 

Geralt picked at the hare, more self conscious than ever, "I just… most of them think it will be a story for the tavern, the, uh, 'thrill of the other'. A challenge."

"Yeah. Idiot. I too would be telling everyone about bedding the hot witcher who saved the townsfolk." Jaskier rolled his eyes as he sat on the ground next to Geralt, "Not to be untoward-"

"You always are." Geralt teased.

"-It's more fun- what I'm trying to say is, I find all of you appealing. Your little wolfy bits and habits and the quintessential humanness of you as well. You are not an animal, Geralt, and you don't deserve the way scared little weasels treat you." 

Geralt was silent for a moment, chewing at some gristle stuck in his teeth as an excuse to think. 

Jaskier lowered his voice, a hint of nerves on his tongue, "I know you're realigning how you view yourself up in there but I did just do a little confessing and it would be nice if you said something. Anything." 

Geralt tilted his head, looking at the bard from under a furrowed brow, "You're attracted… to me?" 

Jaskier nodded, now the one to look away, "When you say it so plainly…" 

"Hmm." The panic from before was entirely replaced by a terrifying warmth spreading through Geralt's chest. This idiot of a human who had seen him at his worst wanted him for him. In 80 years the closest he'd come to this kind of feeling was the bond with his horses. 

He couldn't put words to it, not in a million years, so instead he shuffled closer to the bard and rested his head on his shoulder. Jaskier placed a hand on his knee and he let out a deep rumbly sigh of content. 

They finished their meal in silence, more than enough words passed between them for the night.