as iâm watching this iâm like why do i want triss to be a lesbian in the show when i romanced her as geralt when i played witcher 3 & now iâm realizing itâs bc i want to date her & thatâs why i was ok w her being heterosexual w geralt in witcher 3 bc i was geralt đ now that i canât romance her as him iâm like ok what if she kissed a woman đł lmfaoâŠ.
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Hi there! Iâm an angst addict so I was thinking like a story about the sorcerer ball that Geralt and Yennefer attend in season 3 but with the Reader who is like dating Geralt has to stay behind with Jaskier and Ciri has some jealousy because of Geralt and Yenâs history and starts thinking that our white wolf would prefer her insteadâŠ.if that makes sense đ
Preference? | Geralt x Fem Reader
word count: 909
a/n: omg yesss!! i had fun writing this so enjoyyyyy!!
The ball was that evening, and after the long boat ride and fight you, Geralt, and Ciri had to go through, you were looking forward to it. What you didn't expect was Geralt sidelining you with Jaskir and Ciri. You stood there dumbfounded and Yennifer and Geralt explained that it would make more sense to have more people watch Ciri. You watched him leave that night in an elegant outfit and a single kiss before he went towards the castle.
âHe loves you, you know that right Y/Nâ Jaskir said to you.Â
âHow Jask. Look at Yennefer. I'll never look like her, and I'll never be as powerfulâŠâ you told him. You and Jaskir were best friends before Geralt even entered the picture. He glanced over at you, seeing you go through heartbreak after heartbreak. This time, both of you wanted this to be the last. He hugged you as Geralt disappeared beyond sight.Â
Ciri, however, didn't notice anything. Absorbed in her own little world for a bit, or at least for most of the night, she didn't let on that she had been listening to you. She saw the way Yennifer was eying Geralt. It wasn't until a few card games that she talked about it.Â
âI prefer you over Yennefer.â She told you. Jaskir looked at you, seeing the smile and shock on your face. âI don't like that he didn't ask you to go.â
âIâŠI don't either, Ciriâ you told the young girl.Â
âHe loves you. I think he's just being stupid,â Ciri told you, comforting you. The young girl had taken a strong liking to you in the years you had been with and known her. She thought of you like a mother, a guardian, someone she knew would lay down her life to protect her. You managed to find her before Geralt and keep her safe while helping her find your lover and her guardian. Once you did, it felt like a family reunion. You remember meeting Yen with them and discovering her betrayal. Seeing her now and knowing she was trying to be genuine, you had no reason to worry, yet you did. The rest of the night was a mix of worry and jealousy.Â
You worried he would realize how much better the woman before him that night was than you. How powerful she was and how it barely compared to you. How could she teach Ciri far better than you could about magic, even though Ciri had mastered most, if not all, of what you had taught her so far. You just wanted Geralt to love you for you, and you felt as thought you might always be compared to her.Â
When morning came, and Geralt walked through the door with Yennifer, you noticed he wore a different outfit. You glanced at Yennifer, who was doing her best not to look over at you. Her face was flush, and her eyes were cast down away from you. Your worries were confirmed.Â
âI knew it,â you said. Geralt's eyes flashed with worry, worry that you had figured it out. You stormed out the back door, and Geralt followed after.Â
âY/N! Y/N/N!â he yelled. Your flowy flower dress flowed in the wind as you continued storming off towards the woods, wishing to be with the trees. Soon after, you fell to the ground in the middle of a clearing, hearing and feeling the forest energy.
âAre you alright?â Geralt asked, kneeling next to you.
âYou slept with Yennifer didn't you?â you asked, tears in your eyes. âYou know I'm nothing compared to her. How could I ever expect to be better than her? You'll always want herâŠâ
âY/N that's not trueâ Geralt said, his husky voice causing you to shiver away.Â
âYes it isâ you said, power serging from you, rumbling the woods. âI am nothing compared to Geralt, I have less power, less beauty...â
âY/N! I told her I wanted to marry you "Geralt said, holding your face in his hands.Â
âWhat?â you said. Suddenly everything in you went quiet, including the world around you.
âI told her I wanted to spend my life with you from now on. That she meant nothing to me anymore.â Geralt's words cut through you. Yennifer's downward look wasn't because she was sorry she slept with him, but because she was sorry she tried to and got rejected. You realize that Geralt's clothes were probably because he was tired from the long night of fighting that Yen lent him clothes, not because he wanted to stay.
âYou want to marry me?â you asked him, tears in your eyes
âYes,â he said firmly.Â
âI'm sorryâŠI wasâŠâ you stumbled over words.Â
âIt's okay. Darling i understandâ He said kissing your tears away, âI understand why you got there. Why you think I loved her? I don'tâ
âI know that nowâ you said slightly laughing, âI love youâ
âI know, darling,â he said. He helped you stand and walk back towards that little cottage with your family inside. Yennifer came over and apologized profusely. She wanted nothing more than to be friends and to set up the wedding. She was happy he found someone like you and that she wouldn't ever get in the way. You were happy your worries were not true and that Geralt was the man for you forever.
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Wedding Labour
pairing: Dad!Husb!Henry x Doctor!Wife!Mom!Reader
summary: doctor reader goes into labor at her and Henry's wedding? The twitter reaction format please? (Requested by @stormcloudss )
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@/purplepinkstain: YOYO Y/N JUST WENT INTO LABOUR RIGHT AFTER HER AND HENRY GOT TO KISS AT THEIR WEDDING, SHES BEING RUSHED TO HOSPITAL AS SAID BY THE PAPS
>> @/superstrongleo: Just saw the released pics of Henry carrying her to their bridal car, that man looks stressed tf out, I guess itâs a given as itâs their first babyđđ
@/lesseraf: Their baby boy is deffo a Cavill, always interrupting and coming early to thingsđđ
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@/nornor: I hate how the paps first instinct was to completely violate the coupleâs privacy by spamming the poor woman with camera flashes while sheâs in literal labour. Wtaf is wrong with you guys?!
>> @/flawlessfrank: Tell me about it. Henry just released a statement that heâs taking legal action because of the stress it caused Y/n, I love how he made a whole 30 minute video explaining the consequences of what could have happened to his family
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@/chrisevansgorl: Ok but that photo of Y/n posted by Henry where sheâs holding their baby in a hospital bed in a hospital gown, BUT MISS GIRL STILL HAD HER WEDDING VEIL ON?! QUEEN SHIT ONLY!!!
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@/DailyTelegram: BREAKING NEWS!! VERY newlywed Henry and Y/n Cavill, welcome their baby boy ON THEIR WEDDING DAY!
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@/onedirectionsd: Now their wedding anniversary is their babyâs birthdayđ„čđ„č
>> @/HenryCavill: Not as good as you think, no more anniversary holidays for us two
>>> @Henryfans334: PLEASE KING HE HAS ONLY BEEN BORN FOR ABOUT 3 DAYS GIVE THE WEE MAN A BREAKđđ
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@/thekingofkings: Henryâs mumâs post is so cuteđ The photo of Henry and Y/n cuddling in her hospital bed is the cutest thing ever, and their baby Charlie in the bassinet next to them
>> @/Y/nCavill: I kicked him out of the bed soon after, heâs a bed hogger of a husband
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@/pinklemonade: omg the video of Henry scratching an itch that Y/n had while sheâs breastfeeding has me pissing myself with laughter. Itâs the way she was twisting and turning trying not to annoy Charlie while trying to itch her back, and Henry just pulls her closer by her waist and scratches her back under her shirt without even asking. Goals.
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@/givemeadam: Henry is too fricking funny. Why is this man buying his newborn a Geralt cosplay alreadyđ Then has the audacity to say he looked better as Geralt
>> @/HenryCavill: Gotta prepare my little man for the harsh world out there
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@/Hollycrisin: Nah because Y/nâs wedding dress got all bloody, that shit was branded expensive too
>> @/Y/nCavill: Tell me about it, itâs still at the dry cleaners đ
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@/galaxyrumbel: Itâs crazy how good they jumped into parental roles for reall, Y/n is a complete supermom and Henryâs turned into the most overprotective beat
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@/user183737379: Iâm just glad her water broke after the actual ceremony, at least their wedding didnât have to be postponedđ
>> @/asuper: i know iâm happy they got to say âi doâ before the arrival
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@/slinkyleopard: omg the leaked photos of Y/n and Henry's wedding photoshoot, THEY INCLUDED BABY CHARLIE AND KALđđ The one photo of Charlie just laying on top of Kal while theyâre both asleep, itâs everything I need in life
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@/HenryCavill: Y/n and I want to come on here ourselves and say I will be taking a break from projects for the foreseeable future. This is to focus on us and our (developing) family. We thank you so much for all of your support, and we will continue to update you on our social medias ONLY. Anything released by the tabloids is false and we will not stand for rumours to fly around. Lots of love Henry and Y/n xx
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@/trueferalis: Ok but Miss Y/n is super slay, the photo she posted of her going back to work as a paediatrician is so girlboss, SUPERMOM AND DOCTOR
>> @/HenryCavill: So proud to be her man and daddy of our baby đ
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@/kinkydhrine: I canât believe itâs been two years since Charlie was born the same day as their wedding, did anyone else swoon at the video Henry posted of them all on holiday at Bora Bora. Baby Charlie and Y/n on a big inflatable flamingo is everything, his tiny squeals đ„čđ„č Then Henry in the background of the video whistling at Y/n đ«Łđ«Ł
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>> @/ririezdueh: You called it. Theyâve just had another pregnancy announcement, HOPEFULLY NOT ANOTHER WEDDING ANNIVERSARY BABY đđ
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I have seen S3!! It cost me dearly (oh god my sleep schedule and body) but I'm so glad I did because I LOVED IT. so much!! I didn't know they had it in them but aaaaaaaa. Spoilers under the cut!
- I loved the relationships. I LOVED THEM. I could come on board with Geralt-Yen, I really enjoyed both Geralt-Ciri and Yen-Ciri (she's her mum đ) and Ciri-Jaskier was everything I ever wanted. There were other things happening this season (đ) but that was the absolute highlight for me + Geralt actually showing that he cares for Jaskier and their relationship f i n a l l y being portrayed as the deep and meaningful friendship/bond that it is. I watch the witcher for a lot of reasons but mostly for the found family and VINDICATION aaaaa
- this was such a good Jaskier season, my love, me eternal light, the reason why I fell in love with this show - he had a PLOT, he had his wits, he had agency, he's still so anxious but was there as bait (they!! adressed his trauma in the little ways!) and I love that they went the route of Jaskier telling Geralt about Phillippa, honestly guys, I can die happy now, especially with-
- BI BARD BI BARD BI BARD BI BARD (nearly everything has been said about this, just. This fuels me. I needed this so bad, t h a n k you netflix for going through with what you started in S1). I can't shake the feeling that things are going to end quite badly but then I also. like to whump the bard. sooo, if I end up right.. đ
- I might have sniffed a little when they made Geralt cry because he didn't want his mum to hurt?? Don't do this to me I am not strong enough, that got me. That really got me.
- Geralt might have murdered some people this seasons (and was SO DOWN to kill Stregebor, I crackled, I love himmmmm) but he was such a good moral compass for Ciri this season? Had so much integrity? Did they actually manage to keep him of his path of neutrality? WISE MAN GERALT? EMOTIONAL DEPTH GERALT??
- Ciri really grew on me this season! They really did her good
- Yen didn't need to grow on me, but ohhhh SHE DID. I loved her storyline. I loved her introspection
- family goat Geralt I am crying
- the costumes were not perfect but honestly most of the time they were slaying and Geralts armour is now sooo much better, I'd say, improvements there too!
- black horsie is a Roach too (with subtitles on) I can forgive them
- Otto out there with the plague of '21 ??? Brooooooooo
- Fringilla absolutely deserves to live her best life, yes queen. Also Cahirs first little breakdown??
- so many book scenes I enjoyed gosh YES. I already said that but the Jaskier&Ciri one guys I melted-
- the pacing felt at times a little weird? With weird interceptions of scenes at times, like the wild hunt one at the end of episode 3(?). But that was just a minor thing that made me go. Hmm? đ€š
- I LOVE THAT VALDO IS JUST A GUY. He is just a guy! A funny little man that sings the equivalent of medieval, sappy, cliched boyband songs about love, ppfpfpf. Jaskier you PETTY bitch it's like wanting the Taylor Swift of the continent to die and I love him for it
- this is the first season that I could just. watch again? right after finishing??? what a quality improvement!!
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Okay so Iâve watched the Witcher and unpopular opinion (maybe) but to me Yen and Geralt do not have chemistry đ well they do in a sense but I donât see it as romantic?? They give me weird vibes like idk friends with benefits or something but I cannot see them as what they are trying to portray? Tbh Triss and Geralt made more sense to me in the show, hell even Jaskier and Geralt gave me some vibes sometimes; and I absolutely cannot see Tissaia and Yen as mother-daughter?? They had too much tension in some scenes for it to be innocent Iâm sorry đ
So ofc now Iâm reading an obscure amount of fanfiction where the relationships make more sense to me (Geralt- a good but quiet friend, usually in a relationship with Triss or Jaskier; Jaskier being Yenâs best friend but their banter stays the same; Triss being a cutie, always helpful and caring either in a relationship with Geralt or Sabrina(who is a bitch on the outside but we all know sheâs a softie sometimes); Tissaia being Tissaia but with her softer side showing more, finally accepting her feelings for Yen; and Yen being Yen but finally getting the love she deserves)
So I will gladly accept fic recs
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His home is them
I loved this season that we see Jaskier part of the found family. Weird uncle Jaskier đ. But there is a point that seems recurrent in S3, but that roots in S1 and S2 : Jaskier doesn't have a house and doesn't seem to want one. He never speaks about his family, only places to go.
The wandering bard
The Book!Jaskier (lets give him his english name for practical reason - Dandelion) is a travelling bard also but he seems to enjoy city's comfort way more than Netflix one. Like, Jaskier is at ease in cities with all the comfort he wants and so, but way more adaptive to all kind of fields. Also in his design, he feels more like a wandering bard.
Dandelion is more like Valdo kind of wandering bard in his appearance, with bright colors. He adapts surprisingly well to tougher moments and places, but to the court environment also. Jaskier can do that too (S1) but to the point where we find him in S3, like not anymore. He barely remembers how to act in front of a prince.
When we see Valdo, we can see glimpse of the former Jaskier pursuing fame, in his sofisticated outfits in S1, yet even the Jaskier back then was not afraid of not been clean all the time. By the end of the mountain episode, he had durt on his face and his outfit, and didn't seem to bother much. What mattered to him was his friend.
But after the mountain, Jaskier turns into a more adventurous person on his own. And the contrast with Valdo is more visible.
Valdo has a rich doublet, very clean clothes and hairdo. Everything is for parade. Jaskier has rich clothes too and some jewellery but he is more in a kind of free style and his trousers and boots have clearly seen many roads. His outfit is now more practical.
No fixed home
This is something that come across several times in S3 (vol 1 to date).
First Vespula throws him out of her home. Before the reconciliation. Still it's her place. A recurring one, as Geralt knows where to find him. On a side note, I guess Vespula is one of his muses, as she throw his music sheet out of the window. So he is probably composing at her place.
But then, still with Vespula, she jokes giving him bad titles for other countries because he is having affairs everywhere. So he is still wandering the Continent, even with her as an anchor.
When Radovid proposes him to become Redania's royal bard, he laughs. "No, a staid life at court is not for me". Later when he chooses to accept the proposal in exchange of Rience death, he grins while saying that he could maybe settle there.
But why does he say he could stay at one place ? It's clearly not for Radovid at this point. He is intrigued but has not fallen for him yet. The answer is : if Redania welcomes his found family then this is where he belongs đ.
The found family is his home
Since S1, being with Geralt seems his natural habitat. As long as he is with him, he seems thriving. Also Geralt is a wandering man himself, a hard life for a soft boy but going everywhere, anywhere, is kind of his thing, innit ?
Sleeping outside, no problem. Washing in a lake, no problem. Going to the hunts, or near, no problem. As long as he is with Geralt...
We also see him trying to bound with Geralt's world, the dwarves, the others witchers... But it doesn't work at first.
In S2, we see him opening his heart to Yennefer. They are still frennemis but there is respect and acceptance, deep down. And she learns that he is a true friend.
This season, we see him earning respect from Yarpen Zigrin, like he has become strong enough to run into battles and help those who need. He is no warrior but he has a knight heart.
But most of all, we see how he has bounded with Ciri. The last member of the found family. He can't protect her like Geralt or Yennefer, with magic and swords. But he protects the last glimpses of true childhood she has left. He doesn't cary the gloom accompanying her destiny. He sees her like she is without any judgment over her capabilities and powers. She is just a little girl who needs her laugh and ray of sunshine. And he gives that to her without restrictions.
His home is where his White Wolf goes. His home is where his mama Witch need his shoulder. His home is when he can make his pocket sized Princess giggle and smile.
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...for the character comforting thing đ
and i'm ready to have my heart broken
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A/N: Hi anon! Thanks for the ask! You shouldn't have mentioned being ready to have your heart broken, because I've been in a mood...
(This was written from a promt from this ask game!)
Characters: Syverson
Summary:Â You come home to an interesting situation...
Word count:Â 557
Warnings:Â Angst
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You carefully close the door behind you. Itâs unusually quiet and dark in the house. Thereâs music coming from the living room. Lionel Richieâs âEndless Loveâ is just ending. When it starts again, you get suspicious, and carefully walk towards the living room, unsure of what youâll find.
The lights are dimmed, there are candles everywhere, and about two dozen balloons are stuck to the ceiling, with printed out photos dangling underneath them from strings. Thereâs an enormous bouquet of roses on the coffee table, along with champagne and chocolate covered strawberries â the good ones, from that place you forget the name of because you donât go there on account of itâs fucking expensive. For the particular occasion, however, you understand more than perfectly.
In the middle of this scene, you find him. Sy. On the floor, with a tiny box in his large hands. In it, a ring; a white gold band with a pear-cut topaz. Itâs simple, but absolutely gorgeous.
âSy?â you ask carefully. âWhat is this?â As soon as you start speaking, a soft sob escapes him. Fuck.
âShe said no.â His voice breaks halfway through the sentence, and so does your heart. You drop to your knees beside him, take the box from his hands and snap it shut, and toss it onto the table.
âDo you want to talk about it?â you ask in a soft voice as you run a hand through his hair. Youâve always liked doing that; his buzzcut feels nice on your skin.
âSugar, I canât begin to tell you how much I donât want to talk about this night ever again,â he sighs. He points to the other side of the room, where his phone is on the floor, next to a pile of glass shards that used to be the mirror on the vanity thatâs standing against the wall. You carefully retrieve the thing. It looks comically tiny when Sy is holding it, but this thing is so big that you could never use it with just one hand. The screen is cracked â no shit â but it still works.
It opens on a text â what he seemed to have been reading when he threw the thing across the room.
Sy,
Please believe me when I tell you that every time I thought about what it would be like if you proposed to me, it ended with me saying âyesâ. Needless to say, when push came to shove, I didnât. It wasnât something you did, Sy, I promise. Everything was exactly as Iâd always hoped it would be. Except that â and I honestly canât think of a nice way to say this â when you popped the question, all I could think about was how much I donât see myself marrying you. Iâm sorry.
By the time youâre done reading, and re-reading, and re-re-reading the message, you have tears in your eyes.
âFour years,â he says softly, âgone.â You drop the phone on the coffee table, next to the ring box, and grab the champagne, pouring two glasses and handing Sy one before you sit next to him on the floor. He rests his head on your shoulder for a second before looking at his glass.
âTo the worst night of my fucking life.â
âWrong,â you say as you pull his head back to your shoulder, âto the next chapter.â
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10 characters | 10 fandoms | 10 tags
pick 10 characters from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 people!
was tagged by my beloved bestie @sidprescot ily <3
these are not in any particular order cause it's already hard enough to choose 10, i love everyone so much đ
aragorn (lotr) my king, love himst forever and ever. rewired my brain, fucked me up fr, but in the best way. my first real obsession.
allison argent (teen wolf) i know it's teen wolf but allison??? she was everything to me. seriously hardcore crush on her. she is so !!!!! ah. love her to bits. babygirl who could kill me.
aloy (horizon video games) literally i love her and these games so so much. she's so good and kind and helpful.
jonas kahnwald (dark) but honestly this could've been martha too. the love i have for these two!!!!!!! they drive me wild. btw watch dark on netflix if you haven't yet.
geralt, yennefer & ciri (the witcher) i know i'm cheating but THEY'RE A FAMILY AND A PACKAGE DEAL i won't be responsible for breaking them up ok. my darling beloveds that i love dearly and matter to me a whole lot.
wynonna earp from the titular tv show. she!!!!!!! also huge crush but ugh she's so badass and cool. special mention to dolls also, my beloved.
nairobi (la casa de papel) MY QUEEN. no contest absolute fave on that show, she is everything. la puta ama <3
eleven (stranger things) it's so hard to choose one fave from this show but i think i'll have to go with the og badass. saving everyone over and over. must protect at all costs!!
hernando (sense8) his love story with lito was so important to me. they are so <33333 also he's super hot lbr.
nick nelson (heartstopper) my sunshine boy. i love him so much, so glad queer kids these days get to have him. truly the bestest.
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no pressure :D
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You've Got Me Hooked - Epilogue
Pairing:Â Captain Syverson x OFC (Riley McKenzie)
Word count:Â 4K
Warnings:Â Sex work, Stripper, OnlyFans, Smut, Breeding kink, Hospital, Childbirth
Catch up:Â Series Masterlist
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A/N:Â OMG THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE CONCLUSION TO THEIR LITTLE STORY đ I'm really emotional and grateful to all you guys for following this journey with me. Expect a cheeky little bonus scene in the next week.
I don't think I'll ever be completely over these two. I'd love to hear what you guys think happens along the way in this universe. Who knows, I might even write a few more bonus scenes đ„°
If you want to be added or removed from my taglist, let me know! If your name is crossed out, I canât tag you for some reason.
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6 months later
Sy
"You're up early."
Riley lifts her head from whatever sheâs preparing and greets me with a smile.
"Actually I'm up late. I just got back."
I let out a low whistle, settling on the stool across the island from Riley. "Damn, that's a long day. Didn't you leave the apartment mid-afternoon yesterday?"
Iâm sure she texted me around two to let me know she was leaving. When our work schedules conflict too much we still just sleep in our own rooms to avoid waking each other up. I didnât expect her by my side but I also didnât expect her to still be awake at this hour.
"It was a long day but I had a bunch of things that needed to get done before I went to the club. Then there was this celebration thing for one of the girls whoâs leaving and, of course, there was no food, just booze. I'm starving."
She moves to the pantry and pulls out a loaf of bread then rifles through the spices above the stove. The big hoodie sheâs wearing â my hoodie â rides up, exposing the tiny flannel shorts sheâs wearing underneath. I should probably help her reach what she needs but that thought comes second to admiring the view. She looks adorable. I canât help but think back to how she was when I first moved in. How she used to hide but was still always unashamedly herself.
"I was just making French toast if you want any," she offers, setting the ingredients down on the counter.Â
Iâve never been much of a cook beyond my regular bacon and eggs or most combinations of meat and potatoes. I normally take care of myself in the mornings though if she cooks before going to bed she always leaves me some. French toast sounds way better than whatever I can manage.
"I'd fucking love some. Ya need any help?"
"Nope, it's all good. You have time to shower while I finish this up."
"Yes, ma'am." I give her a mock salute that makes her giggle and head off to the hall bathroom.Â
When I get back to the kitchen I have a pair of coveralls on over some loose shorts. Itâs hot as hell right now in the workshop so I try to keep the clothes to a minimum. I have coveralls zipped only halfway with the sleeves tied around my waist to keep from stepping on them.
Riley turns her head as she hears me approach, her eyes lingering on my bare chest. I have a black tank top hanging out of my back pocket for later but I figured Iâd let her look her fill first.Â
She seems to remind herself that she still has a hot cast-iron in her hand and shakes her head in order to return her focus to preparing our two plates. She slides them into place on the island then goes back for our coffee, pouring two large mugs. Riley has this superpower where she can down about a gallon of coffee and still be dead to the world in bed ten minutes later.
We eat in comfortable silence with me occasionally sneaking a treat or two down to Aika. Unfortunately she chews so loudly that there is no way Riley doesnât notice it even if sheâs practically falling asleep with her head in her plate.
I take our dishes to the sink and start to fill it with hot water but Riley comes up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist and placing a kiss between my shoulder blades.
"Hey, don't bother yourself with those, I'll get them in a few hours when I get up for the day."
I turn in her hold and she sets her chin on my chest to look up at me.
"I can't do that, my Mama raised me better than to leave a lady with the dishes after she cooks me a meal." I lean down, stealing a slow kiss. Well, I guess itâs not really stealing if sheâs happy to oblige. âGo get some sleep, darlinâ.â
She nuzzles her head into my chest and squeezes me even tighter. âIn a minute. Iâm not done hugging you yet.â
âI love you,â I say as I place a kiss to the top of her head.â
âLove you too,â she mumbles back.
12 months later
Riley
I keep staring at my computer, expecting the numbers to somehow change or for some pop up to open and plaster the word âPSYCHâ on the screen but the display doesnât change. I donât know how long Iâve been sitting here, only moving to slide my fingers over the trackpad when the screen goes dark.
Balance remaining to be paid: $0.00.
I canât believe it. Iâm finally, finally free. A while back I paid off the last of my credit card debt and today, I made the last payment on my student debt. Itâs finally over. My days of working three jobs and losing over half my wages to loan payments are over.
I should be happy but somehow Iâm mostly terrified because now⊠Now I actually have to choose. Before, stripping and running my OnlyFans seemed like my only options. No one was hiring and I had no way of proving my worth to a potential employer anyway.
Now I have the chance to give up one of the three jobs. I guess it would have to be the diner since thatâs the one that pays the least and since the club and the OnlyFans sort of feed into one another.
Or I could keep doing what Iâm doing now. Iâll be able to start living a more normal, less restrictive life or maybe Iâll start putting whatever I used to reserve for loan payments into some savings. That seems like a smart thing to do.
Then why does it feel like both of those options make me a coward?
âYour thoughts are really loud.â I look up to find Sy settling in the chair beside me at the table. âWhatâs wrong?â
âDo you think I could keep doing what Iâm doing? Running my OnlyFans and working in clubs, I mean.â
âWhat, like, as your career?â I nod. âYeah, I guess for a while. Donât know much âbout it but it seems to me like something people only do for five, maybe ten years at most.â
Thatâs true. The oldest stripper at the club is maybe in her early forties but she spends a lot of money on trying to look younger. The men who come to us tend to get bored when there isnât a fresh batch of newly legal dancers every now and then. Iâve changed clubs a lot in the last year to keep the money from drying up.
âWhatâs really botherinâ ya, sweetheart?â
âI never thought about⊠after. Like, I knew eventually I wouldnât have to dance but I didnât⊠I didnât really let myself believe I would make it out. And now that I canâŠâ
âYouâre scared,â he finishes for me.
âYeah,â I whisper.
Sy pushes his chair back enough to pull me to sit sideways on his lap. I love it when he does this â when he just holds me to let me know Iâm not alone.
âWhen I got discharged⊠I felt lost. Iâd given 17 years to the army where every decision was made for me. Sure as a Captain I told people what to do but most of the time I was just passinâ on whatever orders the higher ups had given me.â
Itâs weird to think that a man like Sy felt lost. Or scared. It feels like Iâm the one having constant meltdowns and heâs holding me steady through the storm.
âIf ya keep dancinâ thatâs your decision. But I donât want ya to keep doinâ it because itâs familiar. You should do it because thatâs what ya want deep down. I know you must be terrified of fuckinâ everything up because thatâs exactly how I felt when I came home. Youâre worried that youâll make the wrong choice so youâre tryinâ to avoid choosinâ at all but I see that sparkle in your eye every time Don calls ya up for help. Donât pass that up.â
I pull my socked feet up, curling myself into a little ball on Syâs lap. He happily shifts his hold to hug me closer as I press my face into the crook of his neck. I do love working with Don. And I think I might actually be good at it too. Syâs right. Itâs time.
âI might need you to make that speech again in a few weeks.â
âIâll tell ya again and again until it sticks. Youâre amazinâ, Ri. You can do this.â
I can do this.
âOkay. Iâll shut everything down tonight.â
21 months later
Sy
âThe purchase orders for the parts are in this file. Youâll want to double check the invoices from Collins, the new girl they hired is still getting used to their computer system and sometimes bills the same part twice. I had Sy change the code for the safe to your birthday and the bills for tomorrowâs pick-ups are all filled out and ready to print unless there are last minute changes.â
Riley is talking about a million miles a minute. Since she took over managing RDâs sheâs been practically impossible to pull away from that desk. Convincing her to go up to a cabin with me for a week was no easy feat.
âMiss McKenzie, I ran this place for damn near 40 years, I think I can manage one week without your assistance. Now get, you and Sy both deserve the time off.â
Riley looks around, seemingly trying to decide if sheâs forgotten to mention anything important. She eventually nods and throws her duffle bag over her shoulder. Itâs packed to the brim with everything she needs for the next week but if I have my way, she wonât be wearing any of her clothing. Well, maybe that new order of lingerie she doesnât know I know about could be the exception.
I hold out the keys to the truck, not moving from where Iâm leaning against the doorframe.
âGo get settled, Iâll be out in a minute.â
She gives Don a kiss on the cheek and hugs him goodbye before taking the keys and heading out of the office.
I make sure the shop's front door is closed before pushing off the frame and walking over to Donâs â well, Rileyâs â desk.
âDid ya get it?â
âBoy, when have ya ever known me not to follow through on my word?â He reaches inside his coat pocket, peaking towards the door to make sure itâs still just the two of us. When heâs sure the coast is clear, he produces a small black velvet box.
âGuess I wonât be callinâ her Miss McKenzie for much longer.âÂ
âNot if things go my way.â
He hands me the box and I open it to take one more look at the ring. It was my mamaâs. I dropped it off at a jeweler to be resized and I asked Don to pick it up for me so Riley wouldnât accidentally find it. My parents were dirt fucking poor when they got married and my mama insisted that one simple wedding band was enough. My dad always regretted not being able to get her a flashy engagement ring so he gave her one when they renewed their vows on their thirtieth anniversary. She told me once that when the right woman came, she wanted me to have it. Said a ring like that deserved to witness a love story from the beginning.
âYou donât need any sorta luck, Sy. That woman is head over heels in love with you.â
I snap the box shut and shove it in the side pocket of my shorts. My hands are fucking sweating just thinking about dinner tomorrow night. Itâs our two year anniversary tomorrow which is how I convinced Riley to go to the cabin with me. Sheâs cooking up something fancy although I donât know what since she wanted it to be a surprise. Little does she know, Iâve got a life-changing surprise of my own.
âWere ya nervous when ya proposed to Charlotte?â
âEvery man gets nervous, Son. But you wouldnât be askinâ if ya actually thought sheâd say no. When itâs right, itâs right.â
Itâs definitely right, so fucking right. Riley is the best thing that ever happened to me and I donât ever want to be without her. I know she feels it too.
So much has happened since I first met her. So much has changed. Riley took over managing this place for Don while also doing some freelance consultant work. Sheâs not that reserved, timid girl I met that first day. Sheâs still herself, just a more self-assured and confident version of herself.
âI should go. If I stay much longer, Riley will start wonderinâ what weâre talkinâ about.â
Don drops into the office chair, running his hands over the leather of the arms rests like heâs getting reacquainted with the feeling.
âMake sure you get a picture for Charlotte. Sheâll have your hide if ya donât.â
That makes me laugh because I know itâs a hundred percent true. She takes her responsibilities as godmother very seriously and she is absolutely in love with Riley. She loves to tell Riley all the town gossip when we go over there for Sunday dinner.
âIâll be sure to do that.â I readjust my cap on my head as I head for the door. âCall if ya need anything.â
âYa donât mean that,â Don scoffs.
âDamn right I donât,â I call over my shoulder with a smirk.
âDrive safe, Son.â
36 months later
Riley
Iâm almost done packing up the last of my newspaper wrapped mugs into a box for the move next week. Itâs so strange to see the apartment so empty, even if that means itâs currently filled with boxes instead.
âHey, Ri?â Sy calls out from the bedroom.
âIn the kitchen!â
Sy walks into view with a familiar blue gift-wrapped box in his hands.
âOh⊠That was supposed to be for your birthday in May,â I explain quickly. I thought Iâd have a few more weeks to figure out how I was going to bring this up. If my words failed then he was supposed to just open the gift and know what I had to say.
âWell, I havenât opened it yet.â He extends the box for me to take back.
This is my out. I could take back the gift, shove it in one of the boxes and forget about it again until I gather the courage to do this all over again or I could just let this happen.
âYou know what, itâs fine.â I place the box of mugs on the ground by the door and turn my full attention to Sy. âOpen it now.âÂ
Sy frowns at me, tipping his head to the side. âYou donât look sure.â
âNo,â I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly, âgo ahead.â
Sy knows something is up, looking between me and the small box in his hands. He turns it over, looking at it from all sides.
I can imagine whatâs going on in his head. How heâs probably analyzing the way the contents rattle as he drops onto the couch. How the box feels really light compared to what you would expect for the size.
Iâm a lot more nervous than I thought I would be. Thatâs part of the reason I was waiting until his birthday to bring this up. I figured the added pressure of it being his birthday would be the final push I needed to broach the subject.
I sit on the coffee table across from Sy, rubbing my hands over my thighs. Am I sweating? Is it hot in here?
Sy picks up on my nerves â obviously â and he takes my hand in his. I look down at where his thumb rubs over the back of my fingers, lightly brushing my wedding ring.
âRi, whatâs going on? Youâre worrying me, here.â
I canât help but feel so incredibly fond of him right now. This. This right here is why I married him. Just like that, my worries are abated.
âJust,â I sigh, smiling, âopen it.â
I watch as Sy peels back the tape torturously slowly and lifts one side of the paper. As I expected, Sy doesnât immediately recognize the box. He frowns as he reads the packaging but then his mouth drops open when he finally understands his gift. Or rather, when he finally understands the meaning behind his gift.
âAre ya serious about this?â He holds up the box of ovulation test strips, trying to mask the hopeful expression on his face. Weâve talked about this, of course. Itâs typically good practice to make sure you and your partner agree on whether or not to have children before you marry them but weâd always just talked about doing so at some point in the future.
I knew this was something Sy really wanted but as with everything else, heâs just patiently waited for me to be ready too. The house we just bought has plenty of room to accommodate a growing family. And the new puppy Sy promised we could get soon.
I bite my lip but it doesnât help contain my smile. âIâve already checked with my doctor. I can go off my pill whenever we want to start trying.â
Sy looks back down at the box on his lap and is unnervingly quiet for a moment before he throws it to the other side of the couch and pulls me to straddle his lap.
âSy!â I squeal, taken by surprise. I donât have time to process what just happened before my shirt is ripped over my head and Sy attaches his lips to my neck.
âYou havenât started the new pack after the sugar pills right?â His hand dips under the band of my leggings and his fingers dig into the flesh of my ass. âYou were supposed to start it tomorrow?â
My eyes fall closed and I bare my neck to give him better access. âHow do youâŠâ
âI take notice to my wifeâs health, sue me.â
My bra comes off next and then Iâm lifted into the air.
âYou gonna fuck me, Captain? You gonna knock me up?â
All I get is a growl in response and he sits me on the edge of the dining room table. I lean back on my forearms and lift my hips to allow my pants to come off and Sy pushes his jeans down just enough to free his already impossibly hard erection.
âFuck yeah, Iâm gonna fill ya up and keep ya filled âtil youâre good and pregnant.â
âDo your worst, Cap,â I taunt as he pushes in, spearing me with his dick.
I guess I had no reason to be nervous after all.
47 months later
Sy
âYouâre doinâ so good, sweetheart, you gotta keep goinâ.â
Riley looks absolutely exhausted. She has deep circles under her eyes since she hasnât slept in almost 36 hours and sheâs panting like she just ran a marathon. The last hour has indeed been a grueling test of her strength but sheâs so so close. On top of all that, if the way sheâs crushing my hand is any indication, she is in excruciating pain.
âI canât, Sy. Iâm sorry, I canât do it, I canât...â She collapses back on the bed. The hand that was clasping the side rail covers her mouth as she sobs and I wish so badly that I could fix this for her but, unfortunately, thatâs not possible.
I look towards the doctor at the foot of the bed and hold up one finger as a silent request to let me try something before she intervenes. Weâve talked about the possibility of a C-section and I donât want that for Riley if we can avoid it. Recovering from surgery is difficult enough without being almost a thousand miles away from home. Thereâs no way Riley would handle the ride home just a few days post op. We already have to make the drive with a newborn in the backseat of the truck. At least I had the sense to put the baby seat in to be ready for when Riley made it to her due date.
âDarlinâ, look at me.â
Rileyâs eyes are shut tightly as she shakes her head. Fat tears fall down her cheek and I wipe them away with my thumb.
âRi, sweetheart, look at me.â
She sniffs as she opens her bloodshot eyes, her chin quivering as she tries to regain her composure.Â
âJust you and me.â Thatâs not quite true, thereâs the doctor and a handful of nurses in here with us but she understands what I mean all the same.
She releases a shaky breath. âIâm really glad itâs you, Sy,â she answers, leaning into my touch. I press a kiss to her forehead, smoothing away a few strands of sweat soaked hair before helping Riley as she pushes herself back into a seated position. Well, as seated as she can manage with her legs spread wide and her remarkably large stomach.
When itâs time to push again, Riley follows the docâs gentle encouragement and she bares down, managing to get through the next fifty seconds like a pro. I wish I could say it only takes a few more contractions to get the job done but itâs another half hour before a sharp wail fills the little room.
Riley falls back onto the bed, rapidly heaving air into her lungs as she attempts to catch her breath. Iâm vaguely aware of the medical staff speaking to us but I canât hear them over the pounding in my ears. Iâm transfixed as the tiny human is gently deposited on the towel over Rileyâs stomach.
My amazing wife reaches down to trail a finger over our babyâs forehead, barely daring to touch at first before cradling them against her. Weâre both quiet as we admire our child, only looking away when Iâm handed a pair of scissors and told where to cut.Â
Itâs a lot harder than I would have imagined it would be, taking me two or three snips to fully get through the thick cord. As soon as Iâm done, I go back to the head of the bed and all but collapse over Rileyâs chest. She presses her face into my neck and her arms wrap weakly around me.
âYou did it, Ri. I love you so much.â
âI love you too.â
âOkay, Dad, are you ready to hold your baby boy?â
I turn to see one of the nurses holding my son who theyâve cleaned off and wrapped up in a bundle of blankets. Iâm aware that heâs not actually that small for a newborn but he looks so fucking breakable.
I hold my arms out and the nurse places him against my chest, making sure Iâve got a good hold on him before stepping back and giveng me a Riley a bit of privacy.
âHey, bud. Letâs say hi to your Mama.â
Rileyâs crying again but I know that they are happy tears. âHi baby,â she coos, using all her remaining strength to lean forward and kiss his forehead. âI want you to know you have the best Daddy in the world.â
âNa,â I argue, âyour Mama is the best. She made sure you were nice and warm and safe before you came out to meet us.â
We could argue back and forth like this all day, both of us pressed close together with our son between us. I count my blessings because I am one lucky son of a gun to have the most breathtakingly beautiful and phenomenal woman to share this moment â and my life â with.
Itâs fitting, really. From the moment I met her, something about Riley had me hooked. And now with our son? Well, I canât tear my eyes away so what does that tell you?
Bonus Scene
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Hi! This isn't a request or anything like that, but I just finished the entirety of Chamomile and Gwent and I am filled with warm, happy thoughts about Geralt and his wifey! And I was thinking, since Geralt can't have kids anyway and Reader is also hinted to be unable to have kids, what if a few years later during their travels (maybe they're traveling for the holidays) they pass by a village that has been terrorized by monster attacks (in my head it's a werewolf that's exhibiting bizarre behaviour but that's just me) and as they investigate, they happen upon a baby (in my head it's a little boy) that's barely a year old, face scratched up but otherwise unharmed. Reader insists on caring for it alongside the village's very old midwife-slash-healer while they try to figure out what's happening and why it's happening. The child has been left an orphan because of the most recent attack and the people of the village are either superstitious and think they baby's a demon or they think its cries attracted the monster in the first place so for everyone's safety it needs to go somewhere else where it's safer and ta da! Geralt and Wifeâą end up with a babyđ I don't think I could ever write (and publicly post) this idea so I thought I'd share it with you instead if that's okay with you. At this point I think I'm more in love with the Reader in your story than Geralt LOL and every time she just gives her bleeding heart to anyone who's suffering I give my computer screen heart-eyes haha but I also love the idea of Geralt with a little boy! His relationship with Ciri is so beautiful and heartwarming to me but I can't help imagining him with a boy too! A little Vesemir Jr maybe lol. What do you think about this idea? I hope it's okay that I'm picturing the characters in the way you've written them in my head for this! I hope this made sense since English is not my first language and sometimes I'm not sure how to translate it from my mother language to English.. I've been reading your works on Ao3 much more regularly than looking at your Tumblr account since I don't use this website so I'm not sure I understand how to navigate it in case you have rules or guidelines for this blog. Apologies if I've overstepped!
OKAY THIS IS SO SWEET.
First of all, I'm so thrilled that you enjoyed Chamomile and Gwent, and I genuinely love the idea of people fantasizing about Geralt and Reader's future together and what you think it might look like! The fact that you basically came up with a whole story for how they might pick up a kiddo during their travels? HELLO I'M SO FLATTERED đâ€đ
I'll be perfectly honest, I'm not much a kid-fic writer, but this scenario is so sweet that I had to write you a little drabble -- see below the cut!
Itâs a peaceful winter morning at Corvo Bianco. Youâre warm and cozy in your bed, drifting in and out of a dreamy doze with Geraltâs warm naked chest pressed to your back, when you hear the distinct sound of the front door creaking open.
The sound of the door doesnât disturb you, though. What disturbs you is the loud and slightly-sarcastic voice that follows. âYoo-hoo. Honey, weâre home.â
A second, deeper voice follows. âShut the fuck up, Lambert. They might be sleeping.âÂ
âNot anymore,â Geralt groans, and you know why heâs disgruntled: the voices in the hall have roused the child who was, until moments ago, sleeping soundly in the cot beside the bed.Â
Heâs awake now, though â awake and starting to fuss. You throw back the blankets and sit up, but Geralt is quicker than you: the child is already in Geraltâs arms, his whimpering quieted to a happy coo as Geralt bounces him gently and pats his diapered bum.Â
âSee, there you go,â Geralt murmurs soothingly. âNothing to fuss about. Not until you see Lambert and Eskelâs ugly mugs, at least.â
You tut playfully at him as you put on your dressing gown. âDonât tell him that theyâre ugly. All three of you are perfectly handsome, scars and all. All four of you, I should say,â you add, and you drop a kiss on the babyâs dark-haired head.Â
You reach for the door, but before you can open it, Geralt touches your waist. âHey,â he says. âWhereâs mine?â
âYour what?â you say in surprise.Â
âMy kiss.â
You shoot him a grin, then pop up on your toes and plant a kiss on his bearded cheek. âApologies, master witcher. How could I have forgotten?â
He smirks and gives your butt a tiny spank, and you grin cheekily at him before opening the bedroom door. âWelcome home, boys!â you say, and you hurry over to kiss Lambert on the cheek.Â
âHey,â he says, with a pat to your back. âSo this is the brat, huh?â
Eskel scoffs. âReal nice, asshole.â
âEskel, language,â you scold.
He grimaces. âSorry, sorry. Gonna take some getting used to.â Â
You smile and kiss him on the cheek before turning to Geralt. âMay I?â
âSure thing,â Geralt says. âAll right, Ves, your momâs got you now.â
Ves burbles happily and reaches for you, and Eskel raises his eyebrows. âVes? Thatâs his name?â
âYeah,â Geralt says. âShort for Vesemir.â
Lambert scoffs and folds his arms. âYou guys are soft.âÂ
âI think itâs a great name,â Eskel says.
You smile at him, then rub Vesâs back. âThese are your uncles, little wolf,â you say softly. âUncle Esky and Uncle Lamby.â
Geralt chuckles and Eskel grins, but Lambertâs expression is surprisingly serious, and his golden witcherâs eyes are on the babyâs face. He studies Vesâs face for a moment, then sighs and shakes his head. âDamn. He got fucked up good, huh?â
Heâs referring to the wicked-looking scars on the right side of Vesâs face â long and ragged scratch marks spanning from his forehead down to his jaw: the souvenirs of a terrible wound took Vesâs right eye, but spared his life.Â
Eskel grunts. âYeah, heâs gonna fit right in with us someday.â
âYes, he will,â you say firmly. âHeâs going to be brave and strong like you boys, and just as handsome as all of you. But hopefully with better manners than some,â you say sweetly to Lambert.Â
He smirks. âAh, fuck off.â
âLanguage,â Eskel and Geralt say.
You laugh, and Lambertâs smirk widens. He rubs the back of his neck, then gestures to you. âAh, what the hell. Iâll hold the kid.â
You carefully hand him over to Lambert, who holds him rather awkwardly. Ves giggles and pats his face with enthusiasm, and Lambert wrinkles his nose. âHey, buddy, watch who youâre throwing hands at.â
âHeâs got the right idea, throwing hands at you,â Eskel says with a grin. âHere, hand him over.â
âI just got him,â Lambert complains. âWait your turn.â
Ves burbles happily and tugs on Lambertâs witcher medal. Eskel edges closer and tickles his chubby neck, making him squeal with laughter, and Geralt sidles closer to you and drapes his arm around your shoulders. âNever thought Iâd see these two making a fuss over a baby,â he murmurs.Â
You smile and wrap your arms around his waist in a loose embrace. In truth, having a baby wasnât something you had ever expected, either. But if your life with Geralt has proven anything, itâs that the best things can have a way of sneaking up on you when you least expect them.Â
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iâve listened to mr. joey bateys song âwelly bootsâ approximately 156 times this week and every time i listen to it i relate it more and more to geralt and jaskier đ i know itâs technically about coping with the death of a loved one but donât the lyrics just SCREAM geraskier ??
Oh darling lord, how you make me laugh/ Get drunk for me, sing louder than youâve sung for me/ Grow young each time that thunder in your lungs begins to rumble at the world/ 'Cause you were always strong
They said âThat girl, sheâs wrongâ/ But Iâll stick up for you, even though you havenât got a clue, you haven't got a fucking clue
Youâll miss me, oh Jesus Christ, youâll miss me/ Just as much as all those years ago, and youâll look up at the storm
Youâll say âIâve been so scared/You left me here behind, do you not care?/ How the fuck am I supposed to carry on without you here?â
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I fucking love crossovers so much, just read one where ciri snatches the crown off morgoths head and teleports off, that's such a ciri thing to do, I love her so much đđ
I firmly believe that that cannot be called a crossover by definition because canonically The Witcher acknowledges the existence of all other possible universes so it's just speculative fanfiction. Ciri could and would do that if she found the Middle Earth universe. Honestly I think she should take Geralt there for a holiday, I think he'd love to spend the weekend within a world that has metaphysically enforced morality and where it was possible to be a hero. He'd find it refreshing.
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tagged by @eohwyyn to answer 15 questions and tag 15 mutuals! (thank you mitali ily so much đ©·)
were you named after anyone? no i wasn't, my parents just liked the name
when was the last time you cried? a couple of days ago but it was only a quiet cry bc i was feeling overwhelmed
do you have kids? noooo
do you use sarcasm a lot? i think i do quite a bit without meaning to because my tone sometimes doesn't sound genuine even though it is đ
what's the first thing you notice about people? usually their eyes and smile
what's your eye color? i always say hazel but they are mostly brown hahah
scary movies or happy endings? i love both !! it depends what mood i am in, i would probably lean more towards scary movies atm though
any special talents? i can play a few instruments and sing but i wouldn't call that special lmao
where were you born? australia !
what are your hobbies? music, video games, shows/movies, reading
have any pets? our family dog ! she's the sweetest and i love her so much
what sports do you play/have you played? none currently but i used to do dance for ten years and also netball for a few years
how tall are you? 5'10 (it's just under but i always just say 5'10 hahaha)
favorite subject in school? music and maths (please don't hurt me everyone who just read that lmaooo)
dream job? i would love to be a musician or just something creative BUT i will also say teacher because i am currently studying to be a teacher and i am loving it :')
tagging: @elliewillaims @anxieteandbiscuits @danielsousa @goodwitchs @leviiackrman @inourtownofhawkins @jyncas @hyacinth--girl @waddinghamhannah @cirilla-geralt + anyone else who wants to do it (also no pressure to do it đ©·)
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geraskefer "crispy has lost control of their life again" celebration sneak peek
this fic is really really heavy, in ways none of my other works are, so please read the following warnings closely even though i don't actually talk about any of those heavy things in this excerpt
this is, however, a story that's very near and dear to me and i really love the world building i've done with it so far, and am actually almost done writing it but it's over 40,000 words and just wanna talk about it đ
inspired by of music and motion and love (and itâs companion piece) by writethroughthenight on ao3.
warnings/tags: implied/referenced/off-screen sexual assault, canon-typical violence (non-sexual tho), stregobor-typical human experimentation, implied and canon-typical fantastical racism, implied/referenced torture (like itâs not really torture but itâs not NOT torture y'feel?), jaskier whump, no post-mountain geralt vilification, poly-heavy like this is very much a poly fic, minor mind/body control but no outright possession, good valdo marx, jaskier is the sandpiper, angsty but very much with a HAPPY ENDING
 She sighs and lets him kiss his cheek before ushering their strange little party out the door and down a servantsâ passageway to the stables. To his relief, itâs just their means of escape, and they donât actually have to deal with smuggling a horse or two; despite knowing sheâll be back the next time Geralt buys a chestnut mare, Jaskier still mourns whatever current Roach Geralt had to have left behind somewhere between Cintra and Temeria.Â
  Also in their favour is the fact that everyone here is quite used to sneaking and hiding for their lives, so itâs quick work to move through Wyzimaâs dark streets towards Dandelion. Any time Jaskier has to do something Geralt or Yennefer donât expect (paying off a watchman here, steering them around patrols there, and even whistling a short code to one of the side businessâ other Birds to allow them through a locked gate to cut through someoneâs garden), Jaskier feels their curious and considering stares at his back, Yenneferâs with grudging admiration, and Geraltâs with slightly-accusatory guilt.Â
  Whatever, Jaskier doesnât owe Geralt anything, least of all an explanation for his unexplainable skills.
  Luckily, he only has to kill one person during the trek, one of Foltestâs soldiers that recognises Geralt as they pass, and Jaskier doesnât have time to hesitate, flicking a terribly-thin throwing dagger from his left sleeve with enough force to stick it through the soldierâs throat to the hilt. After he retrieves his dagger, Geralt is back to not looking at him at all.
  They reach Dandelion in just over an hour thanks to shortcuts and an old smuggling tunnel, arriving at a small two-storey cottage in a relatively nice area of the city, with no distinguishing features except a single paper Dandelion in a vase in the curtained front window. Jaskier leads them around to the back (the front doors of all the safehouses are sealed and barred, with magic and wooden slats both), and uses a small burst of his own magic to unlock the door to the cellar.
  He makes sure everyone enters ahead of him, closing and relocking everything with the same touch of chaos that has Yenneferâs nose twitching, then ushers Destinyâs Trio up into the cottage properly.
  Itâs sparsely decorated, itâs not exactly meant to house anyone for more than a night at most, but the warm wood furniture and whitewashed walls are actually quite cozy, if Jaskier says so himself. Amused, he watches understanding dawn on everyoneâs faces when they see the collection of paper dandelions tied together on the kitchen table.
  Yennefer turns to Jaskier. âDandelion is the safehouse?â
  âOf course, my dear witch!â Flouncing into the kitchen, he quickly âthough not quite painlesslyâ unslings his satchel to drop it onto the table next to the dandelions. âSo are Buttercup, and Chamomile, though in your defense Poppy is very much a person.â
  âJaskier.â
  He winces, taking a deep breath before finally meeting Geraltâs golden eyes for the first time since heâd burst into Trissâ infirmary. Do Cirilla and Yennefer realise just how much emotion their stoic witcher is showing right then? Pain in the clench of his jaw, confusion and the fear of that confusion held in the tension of his shoulders, worry in the lines of his pursed lips?
  Fuck, this is why Jaskier never wanted to see Geralt again, because he remembers when Geralt used to look at him with that much emotion all the time, back before Yennefer fucked her way into both their lives, back before Geralt had lost them both.
  âGeralt,â he murmurs tiredly, sagging to lean on the back of the chair.  âWhy do you have multiple safehouses?â The âWhy do you need multiple safehouses?â goes unsaid.
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A little S3 part 2 review! Spoilers under the cut.
- I quite enoyed it!! I had a lot of fun and I loved the last episode, they really turned it around there for me; I did have the feeling that at times the pacing was pretty off though? Maybe it was just me but for episode six Cahir coming around was pretty much without build up, some other things they lingered on, Riences and Tissias death was pretty fast, I felt a bit. Yanked around; like they didn't linger where I wanted them too but I saw a lot of shots of people running. Somewhere?? or Ciri eating Lizards đ (but I did watch it with my brother and he said it was his favourite episode because of the action, finally fight fight stabby stabby so I kind of see what they might have thought they needed to do there)
- Freya is getting better and better and Ciri really really grew on me as a character!! Her fight in the last episode, the build up of tension in the desert, that was g o o d. (Brother's comment: where are simon and pumba. I don't remember that scene from the lion king)
- JASKIER. MY LOVE. I love this season and it's an all time favourite because not only did he say 'he has to get back to his family' he was finally finally treated as such. By Geralt, by Yennefer, by Ciri (and included in the visions!!). Honestly that could have been my sole review because that is just the most important thing to me, what I always wanted from this show đ FOUND FAMILY. He finally has it đđ
- I know I called villainous Radovid (and. we might be getting there??) but his story is so much much more tragic that I ever thought it would be and I love it. I love the Radskier dynamic of Jaskier, of course not being able to stop to care, but also of Jaskier being distrustful and looking through him? GOD YES. THANK YOU.
- I thought Philippa would loose an eye or two but that might be Radovid once he finds out (that poor guy was desperate to get away, this is really tragic and. I dig it)
- uhhh Geralt?? Very good. LOVED his interaction with Jaskier, Milva and Yen this season. I still don't get how they want to pull of Liam?? There were a lot of, albeit silly, chances of them going 'oh it's the healing process' but they didn't? Which, hey. I HONESTLY prefer that they didn't do that. I said from the beginning simply switching them is by far less jarring. And it was a better send off for this season. I think they'll probably go some kind of 'deages because of the spell route'? The less they explain the better, probably đ
- Yen was as gorgeous as ever. She is Ciris mom đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș
- I loved everything about Geralt and Jaskier in Brokilon. I gotta say it again because it's just so true. Had me!!! From the beginning. This is the dynamic I always wanted to see đ„șđđ
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âI think the author over estimates how much readers judge male characters for cheating.â - this is a really interesting take and it makes me think even MORE about how Yen is presented in A Shard of Ice. Like, there are no qualms about showing Yen literally having sex with Istredd while she and Geralt are staying together/obv Geralt considers them to be in an exclusive relationship. And her self-destruction is a key point in that narrative, but Iâm not sure if everyone reading it necessarily gets that. Sapkowski wants us to like Geralt because heâs the protagonist/âeveryman,â but I wonder how he envisioned his readers seeing Yen? Itâs just a funny thought that heâs trying SO HARD to make the readers forgive Geralt for having sex with ppl who arenât Yen, but Yen doesnât get that treatment at all.
She doesnât at all. And Yen obviously is powerful politically, (on the Council), she is Thee love interest and Thee mother and has so many incredibly powerful and heroic moments, so the story does treat her with the utmost importance. But it doesnât seem to take any pains to make her likable. Which is fine and good. Characters donât need to be likable.
But Geralt *does* get that treatment. When he sleeps with Fringilla, Dandelion pleads with the reader not to judge him too harshly. Nimue is told directly not to judge Geralt in the context of âhistoryâ. You can almost feel the author white knuckling it making Geralt do something so unlikable. đđđđ
It just feels pretty unnecessary, given that in my few years of obsessive presence in witcher fandom Iâve seen literally one person ever get angry at Geralt for that. Yet Iâve seen Yen called a whore more times than I can count. I mean I lost track. Thatâs mostly on YouTube or Reddit spaces but not entirely.
I guess itâs no surprise to see people judge a woman character far far far more harshly for sexual indiscretion. Itâs very predictable at this point. But it still makes me look at Sapko working overtime to protect Geralt, likeâŠdo you really think this is necessary? No one gives a shit that Geralt cheats. I think he over estimates peoples willingness to judge Geralt for that.
And people do seem to miss Yenâs extreme vulnerability, low self worth, and penchant for self destruction.
I mean Iâm not here to say their relationship is #goals or that people should pattern their own lives after it lol. Irl it sounds like a waking nightmare(I am pretty aro, so most relationships look that way to me). But itâs fiction. Itâs a fascinating fictional relationship about two incredibly traumatized self loathing people trying to learn to love each other.
And they always ever only love each other and they love each other completely. They also protect each other and show love in the ways they are able.
But it is interesting to see the author seemingly bend over backwards to prevent people from judging Geralt when literally no one cares.
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