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bookgeekgrrl · 9 months

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My media this week (23-29 Jul 2023)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 The Rift (seapigeon) - 53K, modern college no powers AU - there's witchcraft and ghosts and curses and art student steve and science nerd bucky and it was all very good!

😍 Six Kids and a Winnebago series (Oddree13) - 91K, omegaverse Steddie - this series is a thoroughly delightful domestic omegaverse(lite) set post s4 - excellent characterizations, great sense of time/place & really fantastic music references

🥰 Longing and Belonging (enjambament) - 44K, geraskier - governess!Jaskier, lots of great family stuff with Ciri & Yen [reread, a definite fave]

😍 if I'm gonna get back to you someday (napricot) - 46K, post Endgame fixit with "a clusterfuck of Steves" from different multiverses - so many good emotions!

😊 Roommate Wanted (Lihhelsing, tinkerbclla) - 66K, modern Steddie roommates-to-lovers, part epistolary with a dash of identity porn

💖💖 +110K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

the premature awakening of Bucky Barnes [at the hands of stupid, sexy, Post-run Steve] (MaddieWritesStucky (Madeleine_Ward)) - MCU: stucky, 3K - modern no powers stucky, several months on in the relationship between stripper!Bucky & architecht Steve [reread]

Galatea (saltandbyrne) - Inception: Arthur/Eames, 16K - a very good and delightfully melancholic modern myth telling

Shelter Case (Coragyps) - Suits: Mike/Harvey, 7K - futuristic dark dystopian omegaverse [reread]

Let Me Keep You (LeeHan) - MCU: stucky, 4K - Steve's oral fixation PWP [reread]

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

D20: Adventuring Party - s1, e15-18

D20: A Crown of Candy - s5, e15-17

Good Omens - s2, e1-6

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

What Next: TBD Plus - Why Tech Lays Women Off First

⭐ Wiser Than Me with Julia Louis-Dreyfus - Julia Gets Wise with Jane Fonda

Fire Island: The Tea - Thomás Matos

50 Years of Hip-Hop - 1991: "Mind Playing Tricks on Me" by Geto Boys

50 Years of Hip-Hop - 1993: "Hip Hop Hooray" by Naughty by Nature

Hot and Bothered - Live from Pemberley: The 2005 Movie (with Helen Zaltzman and Jenny Owen Youngs)

Re: Dracula - July 24: There Will be Some Trouble

Rachel Maddow Presents: Déjà News - Episode 6: “Hello America, this is Addis Ababa.”

50 MPH - 7 MPH / A Crash Course in Jan De Bont (with Bilge Ebiri)

⭐ Endless Thread - Best of Summer: The Loudest Sound

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Mapping the Gay Guides

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Spaces for Spies

Switched on Pop - Barbie and the plasticity of pop

Shedunnit - Cricket and Crime

Re: Dracula - July 26: Just Starting for Home

Ologies with Alie Ward - Sciuridology (SQUIRRELS) with Karen Munroe

Stuff The British Stole - The Fever Tree Hunt

The Waves Plus - How a Drag Queen Recreated the American Dream

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Knight’s Spider Web Farm

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Amazon Night Hikes

Our Opinions Are Correct - Encore Episode: We're in the wrong timeline, with Connie Willis and R.F. Kuang

99% Invisible #546 - The Country of the Blind

50 Years of Hip-Hop - 1981: "Rapture" by Blondie

⭐ Decoder Ring Plus - A Brief History of Making Out

Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - Zelda: A Beep to the Past

Dear Prudence Plus - My Boyfriend Hid His Hobby From Me—Civil War Reenactments. Help!

⭐ Into It - Country Music’s Race Problem

What Next: TBD Plus - Washington vs. A.I.

Rivals: Music's Greatest Feuds - Robbie Robertson vs. Levon Helm: Broken Band

Re: Dracula - July 28: Four Days in Hell

Re: Dracula - July 29: Another Tragedy

Hit Parade Plus - The Bridge: Don’t Believe Me, Just Watch

⭐ Strong Songs - "Killing Me Softly With His Song," as sung by Lauryn Hill, Roberta Flack, & Lori Lieberman

Wait Wait… Don't Tell Me! - WWDTM: Randall Park

Fire Island: The Tea - Bambi Sue: Dredging Up the Past

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Presenting The Who

People Just Wanna Have Fun [Kool & The Gang] {2023}

The Beach Boys Radio • Popular

"One Thing Leads To Another" [The Fixx] Radio

Dream Theater

Presenting Bruno Mars

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ghostinthelibrarywrites · 2 years

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I'd love to hear more about Not a Soulmate AU

Not a Soulmate AU is a Geraskier fic where most people are born with soulmarks the color of their soulmate's eyes on their face. Jaskier is one of the very few born without a soulmark, which makes his aspirations of becoming a bard challenging. People don't take him seriously when he sings about love and romance, since the cultural perception is that love between soulmates is the only kind of True Love.

And then he meets Geralt, the first person he's ever met who also doesn't have a soulmark. (Most witchers do have soulmarks; Geralt is an outlier.) The fic is kind of stalled at this point, because I wrote the first 5K words in a rush, got to the point where Jaskier and Geralt meet, and realized that I hadn't actually figured out a plot yet. I know I want Jaskier to kind of desperately imprint on Geralt at first, since he thinks this might be his only chance at True Love, before he grows up a bit and gets to know Geralt as a person, rather than an ideal. I just haven't figured out how they get to that point yet or how long it will take.

Snip under the cut, since it's kind of long.

“Had this composition been handed to me by any other student, I would think I was looking at the work of the greatest bard of the decade.”

The warm little glow of pride in Jaskier’s belly is doused as surely as the time Valdo woke him by dumping ice water on his head. “What?”

Professor Weiss puts aside the parchment. “Julian, you must understand. People don’t just want a pretty song, they want to feel something when they hear music. Love, lust, anger, sadness. No one will listen to a bard with no soulmark sing about romance and believe a word he’s singing.”

“I can sing about romance.” It’s a child’s protest, Jaskier knows, as useless as when he promised Priscilla that he really did love her, that his lack of soulmark meant nothing compared to what he felt for her.

The old man sighs and shakes his head, pale blue eyes filled with pity. “Perhaps, but the people of the Continent won’t see it that way.“

Jaskier opens his mouth, remembers that he has months to go until graduation, then closes it.

“You still have options,” Professor Weiss says kindly. Honestly, Jaskier would prefer if he were a bastard about it. “Professor Andersen is searching for a new teaching assistant. I’d be happy to recommend you. Many talented songwriters make good coin writing songs for other bards to perform.”

“No.” Jaskier’s hand twitches towards his composition, like he can shield it from the very suggestion. The thought of those words—all the grief and loneliness and longing—being sung by another bard makes him feel nauseous.

“There’s no easy way to say this,” Professor Weiss says. “But no court on the Continent will employ a bard without a soulmark. I’m sure you know better than anyone that those without soulmarks make people… uneasy.”

“Then I won’t sing at a court.” Jaskier feels angry tears prickling the corners of his eyes. “I’ll travel the Continent, sing for the common folk.”

The professor heaves a sigh. “And you’ll consign yourself to a life of hungry, cold nights.”

Jaskier doesn’t want to sit here anymore and listen to this, especially when he can’t help but fear that the old man is right. “Thank you for the advice, professor. If I may go?”

Professor Weiss nods his permission.

Jaskier makes it two steps towards the door before the professor says, “Julian?”

Jaskier turns, swallowing back the bitter taste in his mouth. “Yes, professor?”

“I’ve taught at Oxenfurt for nearly fifty years,” Professor Weiss says. “In that time, I’ve seen six students without soulmarks pass through the bardic college. Their names were Agata Snyder, Simon Ludvic, Kristoph Meyerhoff, Mikhail Johansen, Lydia Kovac, and Gregor Friedrich. Have you heard of any of them?”

Jaskier shakes his head.

“That’s because not a single one of them made it as a bard. Lydia took orders at the Temple of Melitele and Kristoph had a somewhat successful career writing songs for other bards. The others tried their hands at being bards. None made it. Most went out on the road and were never heard from again.”

Jaskier swallows hard. “That won’t be me.”

He can tell from the look on Professor Weiss’ face that the old man doesn’t believe him. “I genuinely hope that’s true, Julian."

Ask me about my WIPs!

#the witcher #geraskier #ask games #ghost's writing

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galaxyofmyown · 1 year

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crystal clear, facing the light (geraskier)

a little geraskier college au for your friday night! (they smoke weed, make some confessions, and kiss a lot :0)

Geralt is always asleep by 11:30 pm. Always. Even when he’s drowning in essays and readings and presentations, he opts to get up before the sun rather than stay up late. On the weekends, he even shuts off his phone before falling asleep so as to dodge any drunken late-night from his brothers. Geralt won’t disrupt this circadian rhythm for anyone or anything.

Inexplicably, it is 12:03 am, and Geralt is sitting cross-legged on his thin, squeaky, college-issued mattress, staring at his bedroom door.

Beyond this, his bed is still impeccably made, with his olive green comforter neatly spread out and tucked in at the edges and his white pillows arranged just so. The room is well heated by the radiator under his large window overlooking the other university apartments as well as the community garden Geralt volunteers at when he has a free Saturday, and yet Geralt is bundled up in thick sweatpants, an oversized hoodie, and two pairs of socks. Hanging on a hook by his door is a black winter coat and directly underneath lay a pair of equally black boots, already unlaced and awaiting new wear. You could hear the metaphorical clock tick, Geralt’s stillness making it all the easier.

He’s off the bed and crossing over to the door before Jaskier can knock twice.

“Yeah?” He asks as he swung open the door, revealing his roommate, donning a navy blue baseball cap and wearing his cased acoustic guitar like a backpack. Jaskier’s pajama shorts were so short they were completely concealed by his oversized white Budweiser t-shirt. Geralt tries not to focus too hard on his toned thighs and thick leg hair and instead pulls his gaze up to Jaskier’s blue-gray eyes, which was perhaps more dangerous. Jaskier is smiling, and the skin around his eyes crinkled kindly.

“Come smoke?” He asks, waving an old box around that had once held his fancy peppermint tea and now clattered with the sound of Jaskier’s joints and lighter.

Geralt just looks at him for a moment, pretending to consider, before nodding with a grunt and pulling on his boots. He pulls his coat off the hook and hesitates before shoving it a little too roughly in Jaskier’s chest.

“You’ll freeze,” he mumbles before maneuvering past him and into the living area of their shared apartment.

“So chivalrous,” Jaskier says from behind him, and Geralt can hear the cheeky smile in his words.

Geralt allows Jaskier to exit the apartment first so he can lock the door behind them, and Jaskier nearly skips over to the ladder at the end of the corridor.

“Is it still unlocked?” Geralt questions as he takes his time walking over.

“Yes, thank the merciful gods.”

Geralt allows himself to admire the deft way Jaskier scales the ladder and swings open the hatch leading to the roof despite the clunky guitar strapped to his back. Despite how often he seems to trip over air and spill coffee down his shirt, Jaskier has a grace about him that Geralt, all bumbling and large, envies.

He follows behind him, feeling the late November air paint his cheeks red. Jaskier has already settled into the old beach chairs they had dragged up there last month, looking unfairly gorgeous wrapped up in Geralt’s coat.

“Won’t you join me?” Jaskier asks, breaking Geralt out of the trance he hadn’t realized he was in. He flushes from more than just the cold and sits in the chair opposite Jaskier.

“Ladies first,” He says, handing Geralt a joint. Geralt takes it and reaches for the lighter, but Jaskier pushes his hand away.

“Allow me, darling.”

Geralt grumbles but places the joint in his mouth and leans forward a bit to give Jaskier access. Jaskier smiles and lights the joint. Geralt breathes in slowly and holds the smoke in his lungs for a moment, careful not to do something embarrassing like cough. He takes another puff before passing it over. Jaskier wraps his lips around the joint like a kiss, and his jawline sharpens just so as he pulls the smoke in.

“So,” Jaskier says as he breathes out, “tell me about your day.”

Nights like this have become routine. It’s nice to be able to have these conversations with Jaskier, conversations that somehow feel more private than if they were talking in their kitchen. Geralt has never been good with words, but the weed loosens him up enough to allow him to speak freely.

“Had class.”

Well, more freely than usual.

“Your Viking course, right?” Jaskier says, and it warms Geralt's chest. He nods and takes the joint back, taking a longer hit this time. His tolerance is low, lower than Jaskier, and his head starts to feel a bit fuzzy.

“We had an exam.”

“I suspect you did well.” Another hit.

“Maybe. There were a few questions I wasn’t sure about.”

“Well, I haven’t known you to ever do poorly on an exam. Me, on the other hand–”

“You’re smart, Jas.” Another hit.

“Maybe I’m not. I’m not book-smart like you. I love my music courses, but if I fail chem again it goes on my transcript. I’m not like everyone else here.”

“I’ll help you study.” Another hit.

Jaskier gives him a funny look that Geralt can’t quite decipher when his mind is clouded like this. Jaskier shakes his head and the look is gone.

“You don’t have to. I’ll probably just frustrate you when I don’t understand it.”

Geralt makes a pained sound deep in his chest.

“You don’t-” Geralt takes a big puff of the joint, “you don’t frustrate me, Jaskier. It’s not your fault you don’t understand it yet. I see how hard you try. I, I want to help. If you want me to.”

Jaskier smiles that smile that makes Geralt's knees weak.

“Well then I may just have to take you up on that. Enough of my whining. What else did you do today?”

Geralt wants to tell Jaskier he wasn’t whining. That he can share anything with Geralt. That Geralt just wants him to be happy.

Instead, he says, “I got lunch with Yen. She got that internship she wanted. At that newspaper.”

“Good. She deserves it, much as I loathe to admit that.” Geralt stifles a smile.

“You must be high if you’re praising Yennefer.”

“I must be.”

Jaskier begins to prattle on about how annoying Valdo Marx is in his voice class. Geralt listens contentedly, watching Jaskier’s hands fly about wildly as he speaks. Geralt’s eyelids feel heavy. He thinks about how it would feel to hold Jaskier’s hand, to feel his palm pressed against his, to entwine his calloused fingers with Jaskier’s nimble ones.

“Geralt, are you even listening to me?” Jaskier asks.

“Hm? Yes.”

“What was the last thing I said?”

“Probably something about Valdo being a talentless asshole with whatever the opposite of perfect pitch is.”

Jaskier looks at him for a second, then bursts into giggles. Geralt isn’t sure what’s so funny, but he hears himself laughing as well, his shoulders shaking. They carry on for a moment, laughing at nothing. Geralt is still calming himself down when he realizes Jaskier isn’t laughing anymore. He’s looking at Geralt with an expression of wonder, eyes red and full of mirth.

“You have a beautiful laugh.” Jaskier blurts out before snapping his mouth shut.

“Sorry,” he continues, “I just never hear you laugh except for when we smoke. Which I try not to take too personally because people tell me I’m quite funny. But, yeah. You should laugh more often.”

“Hm.” Is all Geralt says, not sure how else to respond. He can’t remember anyone ever thinking something about him was beautiful.

“And he’s back,” Jaskier says, sounding disappointed. Geralt didn’t want to disappoint Jaskier, ever.

“Have you written any new songs?”

Now it was Jaskier’s turn to be surprised. He raises his eyebrows before grinning.

“Well, I never! Is Geralt expressing an interest in my music?” Jaskier asks an invisible audience, gesturing to the air.

“I take it back, I don’t want to know.”

“Far too late for that, I’m afraid. I have been working on a little something. Not for class, just for me. It’s not even close to finished, though.”

“Play it for me,” Geralt hears himself saying without remembering when he gave his brain permission to even formulate the sentence. Jaskier cocks his head to the side, passing the joint over to Geralt to finish it off. Geralt does and stomps it out with his boot.

“Really?”

Geralt swallows and nods.

“If you’d like.”

Jaskier doesn’t need to be asked twice. He reaches down to fish his guitar out of the case, taking a second to tune it.

“Um, so, this one is a little personal, I guess. And I only have the first bit written.” Jaskier seems nervous, which he never has been about playing his songs in the past.

“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to. If you’re uncomfortable, I mean.” Geralt stammers out, ever so graceful with his words. Jaskier just sends him a soft smile.

“I want to.”

Geralt closes his eyes as Jaskier strums the first few cords, a sweet and gentle melody. His voice is soft as he begins to sing.

It’s hard not to call this place home,

when you’re the only family I’ve known.

And an evening with you is like a sycamore tree,

solid and firm like a guarantee.

Can a person be good for your health?

The luckiest card I’ve been dealt.

I’ve never thought fate to be true,

till you showed up for me, right on cue.

Overshadowed, overwrought, I’ve been angry, I’ve been caught,

You’ve been patient, you’ve been pure, all my failings you’ve endured.

And I can’t ask for more but I will,

I will stick to you until you tire from the thrill

of being the muse at the end of my quill.

Geralt quickly wipes his hand across his eyes. He doesn’t know when or why his eyes prickled with tears, but he got rid of the evidence before Jaskier could look up from his guitar. He doesn’t cry, goddammit. He could blame his red eyes on the high.

Jaskier looked up shyly, a nervous smile on his lips.

“So, um, that’s all I have right now.”

Geralt nods jerkily and sits up a bit in his chair. The song had been so full of longing and tenderness that he didn’t know how to respond. He didn’t want to mess this up.

“It was. It was good.”

Jaskier deflates a bit and goes to put his guitar back in its case. Fuck. Geralt was messing this up.

“Jaskier,” he rasps, clearing his throat and awkwardly placing a hand on Jaskier’s knee, “that was beautiful.”

Jaskier perks back up a bit, that shy smile returning.

“Yeah?”

Geralt takes a deep breath.

“Yes. But, you have to know. You have to know. You don’t have failings, Jaskier,” he grunts out, desperately searching for the right words, “you are worthy of the family you choose, and you’re worthy of love, and I’m sorry if this– this person makes you doubt that. But I don’t think it’s the person, really. I think you doubt yourself. You don’t see the good in yourself, sometimes. But everyone else does. People stick around because they see the good. I stick around because I see the good. I think that anyone would be lucky to, to be your muse. I hope the person you’re singing about knows that.”

Geralt doesn’t know where his confidence comes from, but he knows every word he’s saying is the truth. He removes his hand from Jaskier’s knee. Jaskier shrugs a bit, sinking into his chair. He pulls out another joint and lights it, taking a draw before passing it.

“Thank you,” is all he says, looking at Geralt with that same funny look from earlier.

They just sit there for a moment, passing the joint back and forth in silence. Geralt finds himself wondering who Jaskier’s muse is. There was a moment while he was singing that he might have meant Geralt, might have considered Geralt his family. But Geralt is no muse.

“Geralt?” Jaskier asks, eyelids heavy and unfocused. Geralt hums.

“Do you think I’m beautiful?”

Where did that come from?

“Yes.”

Where did that come from?

“Oh, okay.”

A beat, then Jaskier continues,

“I think you’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever met.”

Geralt looks at him, distrustful and shocked. Jaskier is looking right at him, his gaze inviting no arguments.

“Why?”

Jaskier has the nerve to giggle.

“Why do I think you’re beautiful?” He asks. Geralt nods. Jaskier’s expression softens.

“Darling,” he says, “I just call it like I see it.”

Jaskier stands, quite abruptly, clumsily. It’s charming. He paces back and forth in front of the chairs and moves to stand a foot away from Geralt. He looks down on him. Geralt feels small.

“Can I show you how beautiful you are?” He asks. Geralt's throat is dry. He doesn’t know what’s happening. But he’s never been able to refuse Jaskier.

“Yeah,” he says, breathless. Jaskier smiles softly before lowering himself into Geralt’s lap. The warmth is welcome, and Geralt’s hands automatically wrap around to rest on Jaskier’s lower back. Jaskiers bare thighs hug his perfectly.

Jaskier presses his forehead against Geralt. Geralt’s eyes flutter shut as Jaskier brings his hands up to caress his cheeks, rubbing his thumbs over Geralt’s stubble.

“Beautiful,” Jaskier whispers.

And then he’s kissing him.

The kiss is soft, barely a graze of the lips. He’s asking a question, Geralt realizes.

Geralt answers.

As Geralt nips at Jaskier’s bottom lip and starts kissing him for real, he thinks of destiny. He never much believed in it, never really gave it a second thought.

But this? This feels like it was meant to be.

Jaskier gives a quick flick of the tongue, and Geralt grunts and opens up to him. He slips his hands around to hold Jaskier’s waist, under the jacket, stroking Jaskier’s sides softly through the fabric of the t-shirt. Jaskier whimpers into Geralt’s mouth, then pulls away– not far, just enough that Geralt feels Jaskier’s breath on his face as he laughs lightly.

“You touch me like you actually like me, Geralt.”

Jaskier leans in to kiss Geralt again, but Geralt has gone stiff, hands dropping from Jaskier’s waist as if Jaskier had actually said “I have to be honest, there is a bomb strapped to my chest.”

Jaskier cocks his head.

“What’s wrong, darling?”

“I’m sorry,” Geralt says. He won’t meet Jaskier’s eyes, head hung and voice weak.

“What for?”

Geralt opens his mouth, then closes it again. Opens. Closes.

“Talk to me, Geralt. Do you want me to get off?”

“No. I’m sorry for touching you. I didn’t mean to, I just–”

Jaskier interrupts Geralt, shaking his head profusely.

“What? No, Geralt, I’m sorry. I was only teasing.”

“What does that mean, then?”

Now it’s Jaskier’s turn to pause, speechless for once.

“I just meant… that I know this doesn’t mean as much to you. As it does to me.” He says, finally, looking horribly resigned. Geralt’s heart aches.

“What does it mean? To you?”

“Are you being serious?”

“Yes.”

“Geralt. Geralt, the song was about you. Obviously.”

Geralt freezes, thinking of the song again. Home. Family. Patient. Pure. Muse.

He was all of that to Jaskier?

“Geralt, you must have known.” Jaskier breathes, highly aware that he’s confessing his love to Geralt in his lap.

“I didn’t. I still don’t– I don’t understand. Me?”

Jaskier shakes his head fondly, taking a strand of Geralt’s hair and twirling it in his fingers.

“Of course it’s you. You mean everything to me, Geralt, are you kidding?”

Geralt surges forward to kiss him again, and Jaskier makes a noise of surprise in the back of his throat. Jaskier guides Geralt’s hands back to his waist before threading his hands in Geralt’s hair and tugging gently. The noise Geralt made was obscene.

“Do you know how many times I’ve thought of doing that?” Jaskier confesses between kissing, giggling as Geralt starts kissing down his throat.

“Me too,” Geralt mumbles as he nipped at a sensitive spot on Jaskier’s neck. Jaskier moans breathily. Geralt is overcome with so many emotions at that moment: affection, lust, love. He can hardly stand it. He kisses Jaskier again, firmly, a promise of more to come, and then pulls away. Jaskier looks beautiful, with red lips and cheeks and moonlight dancing across his face.

“Hey.” Geralt says, and the strain on his muscles alerts him to the fact that he’s grinning.

“Hi,” Jaskier responds, running his hands through Geralt’s hair.

“Before this goes any further, I want you to know something.” Geralt doesn’t know why he’s so nervous. There’s a part of him expecting Jaskier to admit this whole thing was a cruel trick, that he doesn’t care about Geralt at all.

“Tell me.”

“I don’t know how to say it.”

“You don’t have to.”

“No, I do. Jaskier, I. Hm. I just– I just want you to know that you mean everything to me, too. This isn’t just a one-time thing for me, okay? I like you. A lot.”

Jaskier smiles like the sun.

“Oh, Geralt,” He says, kissing his lips, his cheeks, his forehead. “I would’ve taken whatever I could get.” Geralt kisses the words out of his mouth.

“Stop. You deserve more. You deserve all of me. You have all of me.”

Jaskier’s kissing him again, teeth knocking against each other through smiles. Geralt hears all the unspoken words.

“You have all of me. I am yours. I love you.”

also on ao3:

#fanfic #geraskier #geralt x dandelion #geralt x jaskier #the witcher #the witcher fic

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seidenbros · 1 year

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

Thank you so much for taggin me. @wren-of-the-woods @bambirex 💚

There are some that are in the works, some that have a tiny bit written and others that are in my head (And I have more requests, just haven't gotten round to it)

Wherever You Will Go (GeraskierHockey AU)

I'm Lost I'm Found in You (Geraskier modern AU - on hiatus)

You'll Make Me Brave (Geraskier Crime AU - on hiatus)

Promises Series (Eddie Munson x childhood best friend reader)

Naughty Neighbours Series (Eddie Munson x Reader smut)

I See Your True Colours (Steddie post S4)

Straighten Your Crown and Carry on (Eddie Munson x Princess!Reader)

I Can Put a Little Stardust in Your Eyes (Steddie Stardust AU)

Don't Panic, I'm a Mechanic (Mechanic!Eddie Munson x shy bookstore!plussize!Reader)

All I Need Is the Love You Breathe (Rockstar!Eddie x Rockstar!Reader, exes to lovers 1997)

No Worries (Steve Harrington x Reader- request)

Sweet Temptations (Baker!Steve Harrington x Robin's college roommate bookworm reader)

Original Fiction without a title (soulmates through the times/reincarnation)

No pressure tags as always: @writingmysanity @magnoliabutters @thefreakandthehair @sweetpeapod @jadeylovesmarvelxo @manda-panda-monium @flowercrowngods @dancingwiththefae @niceboyeds

#steddie #geraskier #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steveddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington

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flowercrown-bard · 2 years

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Geraskier assigned college roommates?

"You don't mind, do you?" Geralt's new roommate asked over his shoulder, as he claimed about 80% of the wardrobe they were supposed to share.

Geralt grunted and flipped open his phone to send a text to Dandelion, the guy he had met online two years ago and who was far more pleasant to talk to than his new roommate.

I need to vent about my new roommate, you up for a chat tonight?

send me a pairing and an au/trope and I'll write a three-sentence-fic

#yeah geralt has a flipphone and uses commas in his texts #it takes him forever to type #thank you for the prompt!#ask game #geraskier #i have no idea if people are supposed to share a wardrobe

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ithoughtitwaspronouncedgeralt · 2 years

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hmm some kind of geraskier college au for a drabble/ficlet?

College au where Jaskier is a lit major and Geralt graduated last year / established relationship / soft bc that’s just what I’m feeling lol. Hope you enjoy!

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Jaskier is seated on the couch working on a midterm paper (one of several) when Geralt gets back from work, kicks off his shoes, and walks over to join him. Geralt manages to lay out with his head on Jaskier’s lap, forcing his boyfriend’s laptop just out of comfortable reach.

“Hello dear,” Jaskier says, taking a quick glance down from his screen before continuing to type, despite the awkward new position.

“Hiii.” Geralt smiles up at Jaskier sweetly, signs of mild exhaustion evident in his eyes.

"Just wrapping up this thought...”

“Hmm.” Jaskier could spend as long as he wanted typing away, Geralt would be happy to spend forever just watching him. For a few quiet minutes that’s exactly what he does.

As it turns out, Jaskier can’t spend forever being watched without doing something about it. “What if I talk you through the plot?” The small kiss to the inner side of his forearm seems to be a yes, so he continues. “Okay, so the protagonist sets off on his journey and comes across another traveler along the path-”

“And they kiss.” It’s not a question in the slightest, just a soft but matter-of-fact comment.

“What? No, the traveler warns the protagonist about the perils ahead and-”

“Oh, and then they kiss?”

Jaskier sighs, but there’s something tender and lighthearted about it. “Sure, why not." He runs his fingers through the mess of white hair below him, smiling when Geralt relaxes further into the touch. "Okay... I think it’s time for a break,” he muses, setting the laptop on the coffee table.

Geralt pulls himself up to curl into Jaskier’s side, rests his chin on his shoulder, and smiles that goofy smile yet again. “...And now they kiss?”

Jaskier chuckles, leaning his forehead against Geralt’s. Who could say no to that face? “Now they kiss.” He keeps his word not a moment later, closing the small remaining distance between them and pressing his lips to his boyfriend’s.

#thank you for the ask!#asdklfj i'm not used to writing modern aus so this feels so generic but I think it works #I'm also in such a soft mood tonight so shocker this was soft too #feels good to flex my writing muscles again!#geraskier #drabble #kinda i guess #ask #posted

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awaywithwitchers · 1 year

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Looking for a long fic to dive into this Christmas?

hey y'all I always feel strange self promoting, but I'm about to finish the fourth fic in my Witcher college AU, and I am just feeling very sappy about it. These fics are so dear to me, even though they don't get nearly as many hits as my other long fics, so I just thought I'd take a second to tell you all about them.

It's a Geraskier college AU where Geralt is a rugby player and Jaskier is a music major. It's definitely whump, but there's a lot of fluff and general domesticity as well. If you're looking for a long series (223k with no plans of stopping any time soon), then I think you should check it out. I'd love to see you there<3

#the witcher #witcher whump #the witcher fanfiction #geraskier #modern au #rugby geralt #geralt of rivia #jaskier #whump

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bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher · 3 years

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Oh.

I just wanted to write something and this happened. Modern au - college?

vaguely based on “Instead of My Room” by Charlie Burg

tw: lots of swearing, affectionate frustration, hospital mention (in passing)

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Geralt rolled his eyes. “Why are you moping? I brought you a cherry Coke, didn’t I?”

“You said you were going to come over yesterday,” Jaskier frowned. He was draped over the side of his lumpy full-size mattress like the fainting heroine painted across every uncomfortable dime-store erotica cover. He jutted his lip forward and deepened his frown a little more until it transformed into a full-on pout, “That wasn’t very nice of you, dear heart.”

“I told you,” Geralt huffed. “I needed some time to myself.”

“You could have texted me that before I waited up until, like, midnight.”

“Did you… Did you really stay up that late waiting for me?” Geralt asked. The tall, handsome football player (the love of Jaskier’s life, of course) had the gall to actually look confused about why Jaskier would stay up two hours past his usual bedtime waiting for Geralt to appear. Or even contact him.

“Duh! Of course I stayed up waiting for you!” the younger man leapt to his feet and began to pace the length of his tiny bedroom. Geralt felt his back pressing against Jaskier’s shitty desk chair on instinct, trying to make himself smaller. “I was fucking worried, Geralt! You said you were coming over after your last class and then you never showed! I was seconds away from calling the fucking hospital to see if any mysteriously broody white-haired men had been admitted with amnesia because obviously the only reason my best friend in the whole wide world would bail on me without letting me know he was safely at home was fucking amnesia!”

Geralt blinked stupidly up at Jaskier with shining eyes and glowing cheeks. The brunette was standing before him, short of breath, his fists balled at his sides and his blue eyes bright with fury. Suddenly, everything clicked into place. “Oh.”

“Oh?! That’s all you have to say for yourself, Geralt deRiv!? Oh?”

“I didn’t- I hadn’t really- I mean…” Geralt’s tongue felt heavy in his mouth. The back of his throat had gone arid. Chokingly so. He floundered desperately to communicate how he was feeling but, as usual, the words failed to materialize. He whined like a child and managed to stutter out a heartfelt: “Jaskier!”

“Fuck,” the younger man covered his face with his hands and dragged them slowly down. “Sorry, dear heart. I was just- Nevermind. I’m sorry.”

“I owe you the apology, Jask,” Geralt stated. It was as simple as that. “I should have communicated better. I should communicate better… I’m not” -he flailed his hands, his brows scrunching up again- “I’m not clever like you. I’m not good at using my head for stuff. Words aren’t like poetry they’re like… bricks. They’re heavy and difficult sometimes. But you, Jaskier, you’re… You can fucking paint with them. I feel inadequate a lot around you and I don’t know how to deal with it because-”

Geralt cut himself off and sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. Jaskier was staring at him, eyes wide and mouth respectfully closed. The air in the room was heavy; Geralt thought he might faint if someone (not him, of course) didn’t speak up soon.

“Geralt, that was incredibly poetic. That was some romantic comedy-type shit, dearest. But I have to know, because I think this might have been the gist of things... Do you…” Jaskier paused and took a deep, steadying breath. “Do you like me?”

“It’s more than liking you, Jask.”

The younger man giggled and stepped closer. He winked playfully and said with all the sassiness in the world: “Oh.”

#geraskier #geraskier ficlet #oh #the oh moment #geraskier fluff #geraskier getting together #bouncey's endless getting together fics #modern #college au #geraskier college au #football player geralt #college student jaskier #I guess??#idk man i just wanted to write something cute

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eggcompany · 14 days

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#fanfic #egg_company #ao3 fanfic #smut tag #alpha/beta/omega au #jaskier #bucky barnes x steve rogers #stucky #geraskier #royjamie #geralt of rvia #geralt x jaskier #jamie x roy #roy kent #jamie tartt #steve rogers #bucky barnes #tumblr polls

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yeraskier · 2 years

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"38. Everyone thinks we’re already dating, but we’re just best friends- oh wait" - for geraskier, modern au if you're feeling spicy! :D

“Jaskier!” Renfri yells excitedly as if Geralt isn’t sitting right next to her. His eardrum is probably busted now.

“Only took you twenty minutes to get here,” Yennefer remarks as she gives him a judgmental once over, “what? Were you too busy reapplying your makeup?”

“Why, of course,” Jaskier responds, smiling with all his teeth on display.

“It kills me that I can’t get to you,” Yennefer hisses. Triss runs a soothing hand down her girlfriend’s arm.

Jaskier shrugs nonchalantly before turning his attention to Geralt. "Dear heart,” he greets, leaning down to press a kiss to Geralt's forehead.

"Hi." Geralt says, a shy smile growing on his face. "I got you your usual."

"I see that.” Jaskier eyes the display of lunch with a pleased grin as he takes a seat beside Geralt. Because Geralt saved him a seat. Beside him. As he always does. "Always tending to my needs. Thank you, darling."

Yennefer sticks a finger into her mouth and feigns dry heaving. Sabrina swats her on the arm. Yennefer glares at the blonde who is no longer paying her any mind.

"You two are so cute," Sabrina muses dreamily.

And Jaskier, with a mouth full of blueberry muffin, responds, "uh... thank you."

"Aren't they?" Renfri says. "I'll be honest, Jaskier, I did not like you much when we first met. Not even because you were trying to fuck my ex, but simply because I didn't think you were really worthy of Geralt."

"Hey!" Jaskier exclaims, still, with a mouthful of muffin. God, he's so cute.

"But now I think you two are probably the cutest couple I've ever seen. Definitely a better match than me and Geralt."

Definitely.

Wait.

"What?!" Geralt cries out at the same time Jaskier does, a piece of muffin flying out onto the table.

He hears Essi grumble, “gross.”

"Couple?" Jaskier asks. "Who said we were a couple?"

Tissaia finally looks up from her laptop screen and eyes the two of them skeptically. "Are you two not a couple?"

"No," they both say in unison. Again. Geralt would give him a high five if they weren't in the middle of such an absurd situation.

All the women at the table glance sideways at one another. Geralt is beginning to feel like the two of them are being left out of some major group secret.

It's Pavetta who speaks up first. "Didn't you guys go on a double date with Yennefer and Triss like... just last week?"

"What? The bowling?" Jaskier questions, "that was just a group of friends hanging out!"

Yennefer and Triss give each other a look. Geralt does not like it.

"Oh... oh, darling, it really really wasn't,” says Yennefer.

“Wait, I’m sorry,” Geralt chimes in, “this entire time, you’ve all been think that Jaskier and I are together?”

A chorus of yeses are voiced throughout the table.

Geralt turns to his best friend. Jaskier turns back to him.

“Are you two really not dating or are you just fucking with us,” asks Renfri.

“We’re really not dating,” his best friend responds in a haste. Geralt does not frown at how quick Jaskier was to confirm that they aren’t together. He doesn’t.

“But you guys are always like… touchy,” Triss points out.

“We’re just comfortable with one another,” Geralt reasons.

“You guys have provate movie nights together literally all the time,” Priscilla points out.

Geralt rolls his eyes. “It’s called bonding.”

“Jaskier’s always calling you pet names,” Fringilla adds.

“I call everyone petnames,” says Jaskier.

“Geralt’s always doing these things like making you dinner and buying you cute random things he think you might like whenever I’m out with him.”

Geralt winces. He feels like his cover is being blown.

“I do those things for him as well.”

“You’re really not helping your argument here,” Yennefer states.

“It’s what best friends do,” Geralt explains.

Essi cocks a brow. “I once saw you two cuddling after class?”

“Yeah but that was just…” Jaskier trails off, then frowns, “I actually don’t have an explanation for that one. I was just tired and Geralt’s comfy.”

Geralt runs a hand over his best friend’s upper back soothingly and almost leans in to press a kiss against his cheek but then reminds himself of the predicament they are both currently in.

It’s clear from the way the women are staring that he’s been caught. One by one, they each raise one of their perfectly done brows.

Maybe they have a point.

“Fuck,” he grunts.

“Best friends simply do not act the way you two act with one another,” Tissaia tells them.

Jaskier turns to him again, expression unreadable. It makes him feel… uneasy. They’ve been best friends for eight years and this is the first time Geralt hasn’t been able to tell what he’s thinking just by looking at him.

“I guess they don’t,” Jaskier decides, voice barely above a whisper with his eyes never leaving Geralt’s. “Seems like we have a lot to discuss then, darling.”

“I guess we do.”

#modern college au because im feeling even Spicier #no editing we die like renfri #the witcher #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geraskier #my writing

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