#he keeps meeting geralt's shadows

[angelltheninth]

NSFW Masterlist Part 1

Welcome to the part 1 of my NSFW list.

ARCANE

Caitlyn Kiramman x Fem!Reader - A Real Hard Worker

Silco x Fem!Reader - Divine Desire

Cassandra Kiramman x Fem!Reader - A Little Morning Relaxation Before Work

Ambessa Medarda x Fem!Reader - Yield to Pleasure

Overstimulation with Sevika

Arcane Men + Praise Kink

Arcane Characters Waking Up With Your Head Between Their Thighs

Silco x Fem!Reader - Heterochromatic Jealousy

Threesome with Jayce and Viktor

Sevika x Fem!Reader - Better Than Him

Friends with Benefits with Sevika

Arcane Characters + Aftercare

Drunk Sevika

Arcane Men Cum Marking You

Possessive and Dominant Sex with Sevika

Arcane Characters Fuck You so Hard You Can't Walk Properly

Vander x Fem!Reader - Big Boss Vander

Alpha!Jinx Gives You a Mating Mark

Favorite Kiss Spots with Cassandra Kiramman

Omega!Silco x Alpha!Reader

Arcane Characters + How Loud They Are In Bed

Ambessa Medarda x Fem!Reader - Two for the Price of One

General NSFW Headcanons with Cassandra Kiramman

Arcane Men Fucking Your Mouth Like a Fucktoy

Arcane Characters when You Moan Another Person's Name

Jayce x Fem!Reader - Zealous and Jealous

Sucking Viktor's Cock while He Works

Dominant Jayce Showering with You

Sevika x Fem!Reader - New Favorite Costumer

Yandere Arcane Men

Public Sex with Arcane Men

Arcane Men Reacting to You Riding Their Cock

Arcane Men Restraining You

First Time with Arcane Characters

Viktor x FemReader - His Lab of Pleasures

General NSFW Headcanons with Vi

Sevika with a Strap-on

THE WITCHER

Geralt x Fem!Reader - Little Pleasures on the Road

Geralt Having a Wet Dream About You

Geralt's Stamina Headcanons

Protective and Possessive Geralt

Edging Geralt Headcanons

Geralt With a Breeding Kink

Geralt Praising You

Geralt Eating You Out

A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE

Daemon Targaryen + Breeding Kink

Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader - Promises Made

Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader - Well Earned Reward

Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader - Gentle Prince

Angry Sex with Daemon Targaryen

Harwin Strong x Fem!Reader - Up to Par

Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader - Discovery and Punishment

VALORANT

Phoenix x Fem!Reader - Blazing Hot Desire

Sova x Fem!Reader - Always on Target

Valorant Agents Being Your Lover

Valorant Agents + Meeting You After a Hook-Up

YUUKOKU NO MORIARTY

James Bonde x Fem!Reader - Even Gentlemen Have Needs

Mycroft Holmes x Fem!Reader - Bride and Joy

Fred Porlock x Fem!Reader - Whoever You Want Me to Be

THE ARCANA

Julian x Fem!Reader - Quick to Assume

Nadia x Fem!Reader - Sultry Mornings with the Countess

Lucio x Fem!Reader - Worship the Devil Count

Muriel x Fem!Reader - In the Gentle Heat of the Moment

The Arcana Characters + Kinks

Muriel x Fem!Reader - Gentle Giant in the Woods

NARUTO

Shikamaru Nara Restraining You

Kiba Inuzuka x Fem!Reader - Feral on Main

Naruto Uzumaki x Fem!Reader - One For Many

Shikamaru Nara x Fem!Reader - Drowsy Shadows

Naruto Uzumaki + Breeding Kink

Professor Kakashi Teaches You a Lesson

STAR WARS

Crosshair x Fem!Reader - Your Wish is My Command

The Bad Batch Grinding Headcanons

Darth Maul x Fem!Reader - Satisfaction of the Dark Side

Din Djarin NSFW Headcanons

Anakin Skywalker Uses the Force to Make You Come

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader - Fancy Entertainment

Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader - Master's Orders

Overstimulation with Sukuna

Sukuna x Fem!Reader - Disobedience Breeds Honestly

Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader - Be Good and Take It

Sukuna x Fem!Reader - Submit to the King of Curses

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

Keigo Takami/Hawks x Fem!Reader - Feathers and Dark Desires

Keigo Takami/Hawks x Fem!Reader - Morning Bird

Kaigo Takami/Hawks x Fem!Reader - Height of Pleasure

Keigo Takami/Hawks x Fem!Reader - Favorite Meal

Keigo Takami/Hawks x Fem!Reader - Xtremely in Love With the Wrong Kind of Hero

VANITAS NO CARTE

Roland Fortis Overstimulating You

First Time With Vanitas

Semi-Public Sex With Vanitas

UNCHARTED

Trapped in a Closet with Nathan Drake

Going Undercover with Nathan Drake

THE LAST OF US

Keeping Quiet while Joel Fingers You

Abby Anderson Fingers You Hard

Ellie Williams Fucks Your Mouth with Her Fingers

Being on Patrol with Joel and Catching Him Jerking Off

Gentle Fingering Session with Ellie Williams

Virginity Loss with Gentle Joel Miller

Ellie Williams + Enemies to Lovers

Joel Miller Being Possessive Over You

#masterlist #the witcher x reader #hotd x reader #valorant x reader #yuumori x reader #the arcana x reader #naruto x reader #star wars x reader #jjk x reader #bnha x reader #vnc x reader #uncharted x reader #tlou x reader

[on-a-lucky-tide]

A young, horny Lambert sets his sights on an older hunk of Witcher beef. CW: age gap, flirtation.

"I'm going for it."

"Lambert, don't be a fucking idiot. They'll laugh at you."

"They might, but he won't. You miss all the chances you don't take, right?"

"Your funeral."

Lambert licked his lips and smoothed his hair back as he stood. He hadn't torn his eyes away from his mark for a single second since said man had swaggered into the hall a few hours before. This was the winter he'd do it. He was a man himself now, which meant he had every chance of bagging himself the hunk of good-lookin' he'd been coveting from the moment his dick had started getting hard at night and hair had appeared on his jaw.

Eskel.

It wasn't just that Eskel had two decades on Lambert or that he was becoming a seasoned witcher. No other Witcher in the keep compared. Sure, some tried. They might step toe to toe during drills or try to outflame Eskel's igni, but they never could. The only one that outmatched Eskel was his pale shadow, Geralt. They even looked a little similar. But cream puff was a fucking bean pole of a man, and that shitty headband...

N'aw, Lambert wanted big. He wanted heat, and honey eyes, and that thatch of dark hair he'd seen on Eskel's barrelled chest in the baths, and that huge fucking d--

"You lost, Lambert?"

Lambert blinked. Gweld, the ginger prick, was frowning at him, ale tankard halfway up to his mouth. The others had paused their card game; Clovis looked drunk, Geralt was slouched back trying to see Clovis' hand and Eskel was watching Lambert speculatively.

Watching, with those honey-coloured eyes that turned Lambert inside out. The words caught in Lambert's throat; shit, fuck, why was he so fuckin' stupid the moment Eskel looked at him?

He took a breath, conscious of Clovis elbowing Gweld with a chuckle, while Geralt looked over with a smirk.

Lambert found his words. He folded his arms, thrust his chest out, widened his stance and put on his best cocky smirk. "Was just wonderin' whether Eskel wanted some better company. You losers can't handle your beer at the best of times."

They laughed. Gweld elbowed Eskel who cocked a half smile, eyes rolling not at Lambert, but his friends, proving Lambert's point. Obviously.

"Is that right?" Geralt asked, amusement turning his narrow face bright with a toothy grin. Lambert had been told that as witchers matured they honed their sense of smell, could identify a man's emotions from his body language, the flush in his skin. Lambert knew Geralt had him sussed. "And what kinda company are you offering?"

"Geralt..." Eskel growled in warning, and it went straight to Lambert's groin. Fucking hells.

"Whatever he wants. I'm a man of many talents."

More laughter--"little man has game, shit; fuck, I'm chokin, too funny"--but Lambert wasn't put off. Eskel's eyes were on him, warming him like the sun. The lines around those eyes were wrinkled with mirth, and damn if that smile wasn't snatching the breath right out of Lambert's chest.

"Does your master know you're out?" Eskel asked, placing his cards face down. He leaned back in his chair and slung his elbow onto the back of it, knee turned out while a hand tapped at his drink.

Lambert tried to keep his eyes level and resist the urge to... look. Eskel's codpiece put on an absolutely fucking heroic effort, but it could only hide so much and that was when Eskel was soft. "What he don't know can't hurt him. No business of his who else is in my bed as long as I am."

Eskel pressed his lips together to smother his smile while the others guffawed. More was said but Lambert didn't really hear; he was too focused on keeping his heart from beating out his chest and appearing suave.

Eskel hummed. "Aren't you a little young to be lookin' for that kinda fun?"

"Worried you won't be able to keep up, old man?" Lambert felt momentum. He could do snark, he could meet Eskel on this well worn ground, toe to toe, and the way Eskel's head tilted to the side and his eyebrow rose. It wasn't a no, right? He looked interested. Amused, but he didn't dismiss Lambert outright.

Gweld slapped Eskel on the shoulder with a bark. "Eskel here's got stories that'd make your balls shrivel up into yer belly, lad. I don't think he's a good choice for yer first ride, best drop your ambitions."

"Fuck off, Gweld," Eskel said, but there was no heat to his words. Just wry amusement.

Geralt snorted into his drink and Clovis made a vulgar gesture with his hand, but before Lambert could respond a familiar voice barked through the hall and sucked all the building sexual tension into a vacuum. "Lambert, get your arse to bed, you missed roll call!"

Lambert clenched his teeth, shoulders lifting towards his ears. For fuck's sake...

Three of the witchers in front of him groaned in mock empathy. "Oof, tough break, Lambino. Cock blocked by Vesemir," Gweld said, shaking his head while Geralt and Clovis snickered. "Don't worry, we've all been there. Ain't that right, Gerbear?"

Geralt guffawed in protest and smacked Gweld on the shoulder. It quickly devolved into a wrestling match on the floor, one which Gweld was definitely going to lose. Eskel watched them briefly before he looked back at Lambert. "Another time perhaps," he said, toasting Lambert with his ale. "G'wan, before he decides the target dummies are a little light on straw."

Lambert grunted, frustrated, but stalked away. He'd made inroads, and the way Eskel's eyes had shone, and that crooked grin. Eskel hadn't outright rejected him, hells, he'd--well, that smile... Eskel didn't smile at everyone like that.

Lambert laid in bed with that smile behind his eyes and a hand under the sheets, determined that it would be Eskel's instead of his own by winter's end.

#the witcher #tw3 #witcher eskel #witcher lambert #if you know what song inspired this you know

[samstree]

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Jaskier asks in wonder, the golden sunset casting long shadows behind them.

They sit side by side on the beach, toes buried in the sand. There is no one else on the coast for miles, only the two of them. They could be the only two people in the world.

It’d be enough, Geralt realizes.

He looks back at Jaskier, turning away from the sunset. Jaskier wears happiness well, his cheeks round with a smile, eyes flowing with warmth. It’s a state rarely shown around anyone else. A bard performs to an audience, but never to Geralt, never when it’s just the two of them.

“Yeah,” Geralt whispers, “it is.”

Jaskier meets his gaze, the crinkling around his eyes deepening. He looks at Geralt like this, like he’s seeing his favorite person in the world, the one that makes it all better.

“Don’t be cheeky, witcher,” Jaskier says, putting his chin on Geralt’s shoulder. “You are supposed to be watching the sunset.”

“Rather watch something else.”

“I’m not going anywhere, you know?” Jaskier’s grin stretches. He pokes Geralt’s cheek so he turns his attention back to the sight in front of them. “But this is fleeting.”

“Hmm.”

The sun dips into the horizon, where the crashing waves blend into the sky, the clouds painted with an upturned palette.

“Close your eyes,” Jaskier says softly, “just for a moment. Go on.”

And Geralt does. He lets the sun kiss his eyelids.

Jaskier sighs happily, leaning against Geralt’s shoulder. “The sun will set today. Tomorrow it shall rise again, but never the same. This moment isn’t meant to last, and for the rest of our lives, we can only live with the knowledge that this sunset has been lost.” He pauses, breathing in, and out. “Keep your eyes closed for me, dear, because right now, it’s like you are already living it. You’ve already lost this sunset. It only exists in your memories now, and yet…”

“And yet?”

Geralt nearly melts into Jaskier’s voice.

“And yet,” Jaskier continues. “Open your eyes.”

Geralt opens his eyes, and the incandescent light spills into his vision, nearly blinding him. His breath catches at the beauty of the same sunset.

“Oh.”

“Oh,” Jaskier agrees. “Just like that, you’ve briefly experienced the joy of finding something that is long lost.”

They sit in silence until the sun completely disappears, the golden orange fading into a blue canvas, illuminated by the stars.

There are tears in Geralt’s eyes. He blinks them away before turning towards Jaskier again. The stars are in his eyes too.

“It’s lost anyway,” Geralt says, chest heavy with a grief he cannot name.

“Not the same.” Jaskier shakes his head. “You found it once. It will always be with you, right here.”

When Jaskier presses a hand on Geralt’s chest, his touch is warm, like the sunset lingering in Geralt’s heart.

☆

Brokilon forest is quiet when Geralt wakes up from the pain, his back covered in cold sweat.

The aches flare up at night, deep in his bones, when the air is cold and the dew is heavy. There are wounds magic cannot heal, like Yen said. He groans against the discomfort, breaths coming out erratic.

“Hey, Geralt. It’s alright.” Jaskier is next to him in an instant. “You are alright.”

Cool fingers brush away the hair on his forehead soothingly. Jaskier sits beside the bed with soft words and gentle touches, his presence steady and calming as Geralt slowly breathes through the throbbing pain.

“Jask—” he reaches out, catching Jaskier’s hand in his. ���I’m fine.”

“I know. I know. All healed, as you claim.” Worry still strains Jaskier’s voice. “I’m not quite convinced. Are you sure we shouldn’t stay for a few days more? Just a bit longer.”

Geralt pulls himself up on the bed with Jaskier’s help, leaning against the bark and the leaves. He winces at the way his knee pops.

“We need to leave tomorrow,” Geralt says, his brow still tight.

Jaskier looks away, but Geralt can make out the hesitation in his movement, in the way he seems to want to say something, but thinks better of it.

“Of course,” he says, in the end.

Geralt stays there, waiting for the pain to fade. It doesn’t for a long time.

“Jask,” he asks tiredly, tugging Jaskier’s hand, “will you come here?”

Jaskier doesn’t move. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. Just… let me look at you.”

Geralt moves to the side, leaving room for Jaskier to sit side by side with him. He opens his arms when Jaskier carefully climbs into bed, curling into his side. Something clicks into place when Jaskier fits into his body like this. Too many things are going wrong, but this…

This is right.

“Hey,” Jaskier says softly. He guides Geralt to look at him with a hand on his cheek, eyes bright like the fireflies in the forest. “I’m here.”

Geralt closes his eyes, resting his forehead against Jaskier’s. There’s too much lost in too little time. He doesn’t dare to think about losing Jaskier too, the last person by his side. He shudders to imagine being here alone, injured and dying, with no gentle hands holding him.

But Jaskier is here, with his lute and his songs, his unconditional loyalty. Jaskier found him.

Geralt opens his eyes with an exhale.

“You are here,” he says. “You found me.”

In the moonlight, under the canopy of the forest, Jaskier lets Geralt rest on his shoulder, a smile under his breath.

“I always will,” he whispers the promise. “I won’t lose you, Geralt, not too often, not for long. You see, I found you once, all those years ago in that terrible tavern. I’ve kept you with me since, right here.”

He takes Geralt’s hand and presses it over his fast-beating heart. A human’s heart, fragile and breakable, but unbelievably strong at the same time.

Geralt is tired. All he feels is the rhythm of Jaskier’s heart under his fingertips.

He sleeps with Jaskier next to him, the last piece of his home, murmuring soft things to ward off the faint echoing of his injuries.

They sleep in the quiet forest, when their family is out there somewhere.

Tomorrow, the sun will rise, but never the same. Because tomorrow, Geralt will find the rest of their family too.

#geraskier #geraskier fic #post season 3 #the witcher spoilers #the witcher s3 #s3 spoilers #witcher spoilers

[cinebration]

Something…Human? (Geralt of Rivia x Reader) [Request]

Hi, good day ❤️ if you're not busy, can I ask a Oneshot about Geralt x reader, but the reader had some sort of weird personality like Wednesday addams. And the two of them meet, after she saved both him and Jaskier from getting killed by a monster? Just thought it would be fun to have a creepy yet sarcastic reader. Hehe thank you and happy new year!—Requested by @binibining-mariaclara​

I didn’t watch Wednesday; I was too busy watching 1899.

Warnings: none

Gif Source: lamberts

When the dust settled and the smoke cleared, Jaskier a coughing wreck off to his left, hacking up a lung, Geralt surveyed the damage. The rotted wood of the strange barn-like structure had given way from the combined weight of the witcher and the bard slamming through it just as the burning thatch of roof collapsed atop the alghoul. The Jaskier-as-bait method had worked well in luring the monster into the building, but the creature’s thrashing had destroyed two crucial support pillars, knocking Geralt off-balance in the process and sending his igni sign into the thatch-covered roof.

The whole structure had caved in atop the monster, trapping it beneath rafter beams and the burning roof. From the lack of painful screaming, Geralt guessed one such beam, had knocked the creature unconscious or killed it instantly.

The wind picked up, whipping the fire into a frenzy and shoving smoke in Geralt’s eyes. He turned away, vision blurring for a moment. Beside him, Jaskier wheezed again.

“Next time…you decide to slam your body…through me…to destroy a wall,” the bard gasped, “give me a little warning!”

Geralt stood, moving with the lithe grace of a feline on high alert. “That wasn’t me.”

“Wasn’t you? Then why was I pinned beneath you?”

“Shut up,” Geralt hissed.

“No, no, no, you don’t get to tell me to shut up when I want answers. What were you thinking!?”

Firelight bounced off Geralt’s sword several meters away, dropped in the unexpected collision with the wall. The witcher scanned through the heat waves and smoke billowing off the structure, looking for the creature that was causing the hair on the back of his neck to prickle.

“Your dagger.”

Jaskier spat soot-coated saliva onto the parched grass. “What?”

“Give me your dagger.”

Alarm sent a spasm over Jaskier’s features. “What? Why?” He fumbled for the blade strapped to his belt, all but yanked the sheath off with it.

Grabbing the dagger, Geralt peered again through the smoke and flames, his wolf medallion vibrating slightly against his chest. The magic wasn’t powerful, not much stronger than one of the signs he wielded. The force that had sent him through the wall—and Jaskier with him—didn’t feel all that dissimilar from the aard sign, he realized.

“What is it?” Jaskier whispered, ducking behind Geralt. “Is the alghoul still alive!?”

“No.”

The wind shifted a fraction, stirring up the fire once more. The smoke whipped past Jaskier and Geralt.

A dark shape shimmered behind the heat waves.

“Then what is—oh, gods.” Jaskier went silent, arrested by the illusory form. “That’s not courage curdling at all.”

The shape moved.

Jaskier darted back behind Geralt as the witcher tracked the shape’s movement around the collapsed structure. It disappeared behind the smoke, reappeared when the wind flattened the black cloud, drawing nearer.

“That’s far enough! We’re not worth your time!”

Geralt ground his teeth, keeping himself from barking at Jaskier to stay quiet. The figure stepped past the distortion created by the heat waves, stepping through the smoke plume as though unaffected by its acridity.

The bard relaxed as you stepped into view, no longer a shimmering silhouette but fully illuminated by the flames. Shadows played over your face, swinging between softening your features and sharpening them into something unnerving. Geralt remained poised for attack, searching for signs of aggression, anything that would presage you wielding violence against him and the bard.

“Neat with the fire,” you said, your voice strangely monotone. It grew inflection as you continued. “I can’t imagine an easier way to demolish a barn. If it was ever a barn.” You glanced over your shoulder at the pile as though appraising it for its barn-like qualities.

“Hullo,” Jaskier called, mustering up a smile. “That wouldn’t happen to be your barn, would it? Because we very much did not intend for this mess. But we took care of the alghoul, so what’s a little old barn compared to a monster rampaging at night?”

Your gaze moved from him to Geralt with a sharpness that sent an uneasy shiver down the witcher’s spine. His grip on the dagger remained firm, ready for blood.

“Oh, you took care of the monster?” You rolled your eyes. “And here I thought the burning roof did that.”

“Well…we may not have delivered the killing blow, but the fire was Geralt’s, and we lured the creature inside anyway, so yes, we took care of it.”

“Does he always talk this much?” you asked. “He ought to make a living with it.”

“For your edification,” Jaskier snapped, “I am a bard and—”

“Nevermind, I see you already figured it out.” You fixed your gaze on Geralt again. “And you must be…the witcher everyone keeps talking about. They sing songs about you, you know.”

“Thanks to me.”

“Oh, there he goes talking again.”

Jaskier huffed, scrambling for words. The faint curve of a smirk touched your lips, your eyes still trained on Geralt. The humor didn’t quite reach your flat eyes.

“What are you?” Geralt’s voice rumbled deep in his chest.

Jaskier stilled. “She’s not…she’s not human?”

You sighed, the sound both heavy and bored. “Everyone on this continent needs new material. You all seem to be recycling yourself. Everywhere I go, it’s the same. ‘What are you? You’re not human.’” A sound of disgust emerged from your throat.

It sounded disingenuous.

“What are you?” Geralt repeated, edge lining his words.

“Bored.” You feigned a yawn. ““Witcher this, witcher that.’ I followed you for entertainment, and what do I find? You both in need of rescuing.”

“Wait…you sent us through the wall?” Jaskier stepped past Geralt. “Do you see how massive he is!? I’m lucky I didn’t break anything!”

“Next time, I’ll let the monster win.” A brittle smile pulled at your lips, an eerie flicker in your eyes. “That would be more entertaining.”

Jaskier reared back a step, Geralt shifting so the bard wouldn’t stumble into him. The wolf medallion had stopped vibrating, but the hair on Geralt’s nape still prickled uneasily as he met your curiously flat stare, watching the unsettling flicker within your pupils.

Pivoting sharply on your heel, you strolled away from the burning wreckage, not once looking over your shoulder.

“All you did was stand there,” Jaskier complained, shooting the witcher a glare.

“I was waiting.”

“For what? Her to tongue-lash us to death?”

Geralt handed Jaskier the dagger without a word, then slowly crossed the field to the edge of the destroyed structure. His gloves prevented him from being burned when he picked up his sword from beside the raging flames.

“What was she?” Jaskier asked, his annoyance replaced with concern. “She wasn’t human, right? Did you see her eyes?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well…that’s probably more terrifying. Let’s go back to the village. I need a strong drink after that.” Jaskier hesitated midstride. “Unless…what if she’s there?”

Geralt almost hoped you would be, just so he could learn whether you were human or not.

#Geralt of Rivia x Reader #Geralt of Rivia #Geralt of Rivia imagine #Geralt x Reader #Geralt #Geralt imagine #Henry Cavill x Reader #Henry Cavill #Henry Cavill imagine #The Witcher #requests

[catierambles]

Alternate Instincts Ch.3

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 1245

Warnings: Violence, mentions of blood and injury

Stephanie ran out of the cabin, stopping when she reached open air and breathing in deep, trying to calm her racing heart. She hadn’t been afraid, or uncomfortable, quite the contrary.

“Can I have you?”

“Yes.”

If Sy hadn’t interrupted, she would have given Geralt permission to…do whatever he wanted to her, with her. This was crazy, absolutely insane. She just met the man, for Pete’s Sake. It didn’t feel like simple lust, shallow and fleeting, it felt deeper than that, stronger. She had felt his wolf, had seen it in his eyes, and there had been a hollow feeling inside of her that had grown to a yawning void almost in answer.

“Hey.” She heard and looked over, seeing Walter sitting in a chair by a large firepit. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m--” She started, “I’m fine.”

“Why don’t you take a seat?” He suggested, moving his head at the chair next to his and she hesitated a moment before going over and sitting down heavily, leaning back with a sigh. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“That’d be a bit awkward, actually.” She said and he nodded.

“Sy said that the Feral is your boyfriend?”

“Very much ex-boyfriend now, thank you.” She said, moving her toe in the dirt and he snorted.

“You had no idea?”

“I knew he was a wolf, but I was led to believe that Ferals are batshit crazy, can’t control their actions, that kind of thing.”

“They are.”

“But he…” She paused, sighing through her nose, “He had a temper, yeah, but he…I’ve never seen him act erratic. He was always so in control all the time. Unless…”

“Unless what?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Stephanie, unless what?”

“Unless I pissed him off.” She said quickly.

“He hurt you.” Walter said delicately and she nodded.

“He always apologized afterwards.” She said, “And yes, I know how that sounds, but it’s true. He said I made him crazy.”

“It’s not you.” Walter said, “Him being a piece of shit isn’t your fault.”

“Maybe I prodded him too much, let arguments go on longer than they needed, maybe--”

“Hey.” He cut that train of thought off at the station and she looked at him. “There is no reason for someone to lay their hands on their partner in anger. None. Do you understand me?” She was silent. “Stephanie.”

“Yeah.” She said, but she didn’t sound convinced.

“Walter.” They looked over, seeing August come out of the cabin, “We need you inside.”

“I don’t exactly want to leave Stephanie alone with that Feral still out there.” Walter said.

“She’s a big girl.” August said with a huff.

“I’ll keep her company.” Mike said, bouncing down the stairs. “I’m not invited to the Super Secret Alpha Meeting, anyway.” Walter hesitated a moment before he got up, Mike sitting down in the newly vacated seat as they moved around each other. “Hey, sweetcheeks.” He said, giving her a wide smile as he leaned towards her over the arm of the chair and she snorted.

“Hey.”

Walter and August turned to head back into the cabin as they started talking, Sy and Geralt standing in the living room.

“Tell’em what you told me.” Sy said and Geralt huffed.

“Stephanie is my Mate.” He said.

“She’s not a wolf.” Walter pointed out.

“I know.” He said, “But my wolf recognized her. She didn’t have one for it to find, but it knew her.”

“He was about five seconds from claimin’ her as a Mate before I walked in.” Sy said and Geralt shot him a look.

“Could she be a passive carrier?” Walter asked.

“Maybe.” August said, “If she ever got a blood transfusion from a wolf. It wouldn’t give her the ability to shift, and she wouldn’t show positive on a test, but she’d have a shadow of a wolf in her.”

“She used to play rugby.” Geralt said.

“Badass, but it'd need to be one helluva rugby accident to need a blood transfusion.” Sy said, “The sport is brutal at times, but it ain’t Thunderdome.”

“It’s a theory anyway.” August said, “Unless we asked.”

“So let’s--”

“Sy!” Mike's yell made them run outside, seeing him on the ground, Stephanie standing between him and Jordan, a naked blade in his hand. Seeing them, Jordan took off, making a break for the treeline, Geralt running after him.

“He came out of fucking nowhere!” Mike exclaimed, holding his arm, blood seeping through his fingers. “I tried to hold him off, but he was damn fast and I--”

“It's okay, Mikey.” Sy said, kneeling by him.

“Steph, she--he tried to go for me again and she put herself between him and me, she…she protected me.”

“So we saw.” Walter said and he went to her. “You all right?” He saw the fresh cut on her lip and took her chin in his fingers, turning her head to look at it.

“I'm fine.” She said, pulling her face out of his grasp lightly, “He hit me when Mike went down. Is Mike okay?”

“It ain't bad.” Sy said, having helped him get his hoodie off after getting him to his feet, “We'll wrap it up inside.”

“I should go.” Stephanie said and Mike whipped his head around to look at her.

“What?” He asked, “You can't go! You can't leave! Sy, tell her she can't leave!”

“You all keep getting hurt because of me.”

“Because of the Feral, Stephanie, not you.” Walter said.

“He's only coming here because she's here.” August said, folding his arms over his chest. “This isn't our problem. She's leaving.”

“Bullshit!” Sy said, “I'm makin’ it our fuckin’ problem, Walker! Or did you forget whose goddamn territory this is?!”

“Sy…” She started.

“Steph, I don't know why this crazy sonuvabitch is fixated on you, but it ain't gonna stop if you go, it'll just make it easier for him to get at you.” He said, “He's rabbitin’ when we make an appearance, so you're stickin’ with us until this gets handled, got it? The only safe Feral is a dead one.”

“August is right, this isn't your problem.”

“And like I told the fuckin’ Donkey, I'm makin’ it my problem.” Mike nodded when he looked at him and Sy moved away from him, going over to her, Walter stepping away slightly. “I don't know what he had planned for you out here, killin’ or infectin’, he came prepared for both, but it's my territory and you're in it. You're not a wolf, Steph, but---” She looked up at him and his words died in his throat.

“Sy?” Walter asked, but he didn't seem to hear him.

“Markus?” August asked.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He whispered and a shudder ran through the area that she didn't feel but the others did.

“Sy?” She asked gently and he reached up, holding the side of her jaw, making her gasp softly as the same feeling as with Geralt brushed over her mind.

“Son of a bitch.” He whispered and leaned into her quickly, kissing her and taking her by surprise. She was unresponsive for a moment before a shiver visibly raced down her spine and she pressed back against him, her eyes closing. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her against him as he deepened the kiss, a groan shaking his chest as his tongue slipped into her mouth. “Mate.” He gasped as he pulled away after a moment, “Fuckin’ hell, Steph, you ain't just Geralt's Mate, you're mine, too.”

#henry cavill #walter marshall #captain syverson #august walker #hellraiser mike #geralt of rivia #alternate instincts

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Geraskier concept (PART TWO IN THE REBLOG)

How about an AU where Julian Alfred Pankratz’s family is a scary, violent family…like evil necromancers who work for imperialists and do their dirty work. Magical mobsters. Something like that.

And when Julian is ‘brought into the family business’ as a teen, he is taken on an errand and witnesses a murder. He is so traumatized by it. He vomits. He rages.

He isn’t a hero or anything but he does have a conscience and harming others and violence sickens him.

He wants to run away but his father is too powerful. He would never be able to get far enough. So he asks his father to let him go. To release him from his family obligations.

His father is like absolutely not. You’re young. Once you get a little experience, you’ll realize that killing is necessary. All of this idealism and self righteousness is just naïveté and childishness. So just stay. You’ll get used to it.

Julian is like no I will never be alright with killing people.

They fight like demons about it and Julian’s father tells him he will let him go under one condition. That he consents to having a spell put on him. “The day you kill someone, everything will go black and you will wake up here, under an obligation to work for me.”

They are both so sure of themselves.

Julian agrees to it almost before his father is even done explaining himself. He has nothing to lose. “I’ll never do it,” he vows.

Julian’s father is so sure his son will eventually become like him. Will follow in his footsteps. So he casts the spell and Julian agrees to change his name to sever their connection. He calls himself Jaskier and he takes off.

Freedom is exhilarating. Jaskier drinks and sings and fucks and meets new people and sees the world. Most importantly he gets to be himself.

Of course his father keeps tabs on him and occasionally sends a messenger to ask if he’s tired of being a brat. He tries to get him to come back. But the answer is always no.

Then Jaskier meets Geralt. At first it’s just admiration and of course (of course) lust, like everything else. But it quickly transforms into something else. They spend nights talking by campfires, drinking together, talking shit, making fun of aldermen who are afraid of Geralt or who don’t want to pay him. They fit together in a way Jaskier has never experienced.

And Geralt is magnificent. Geralt protects him and pulls him out of danger and saves his life time and time again. Jaskier falls in love with his entire heart and soul. He thinks it is one sided. So he decides to never confess it. But oh he loves him. He harbors it in his heart.

But he cannot bring himself to tell him about his family. Mostly, he is ashamed, though he isn’t sure if it is of his father or himself.

Then one day, Geralt is set upon by superstitious villagers being egged on by a mage who wants Geralt run out of town. Geralt, strong as he is, can be overwhelmed by magic plus being outnumbered.

Jaskier is in a tavern performing, but he finishes and comes upon the scene just as Geralt has fallen. He realizes with soul deep panic that Geralt could die if he doesn’t help him. The only way to do so is to silence the mage who hasn’t yet seen Jaskier.

When Jaskier picks up the knife he knows he will likely never see Geralt again. He knows it will mean a life of soul destroying evil. Of conformity. Of captivity. Of being under his father’s thumb again.

But they are bearing down on Geralt and no one else can help him. Geralt who has saved his life more times than he can count.

And what is love if not willingness to sacrifice?

So he steps out of the shadows and buries the knife in the mages neck. By the time he pulls it out, he turns to mist and the knife clatters to the ground.

With the mage dead, Geralt easily overwhelms the villagers and frees himself. He didn’t see who killed the mage but there’s no time to figure it out. he goes to find Jaskier so they can get out of town.

But Jaskier is gone. Geralt cannot find him anywhere. He tortures himself with thoughts about why Jaskier abandoned him. Did he sense that Geralt had fallen in love with him and so abandoned him? Did he grow tired of dealing with the prejudice that dogs Geralt? Did he see the mob and say…no more?

And who stabbed the mage? Certainly not Jaskier. Not his Jaskier who vomits at the sight of blood.

But Geralt cannot in his heart of hearts believe, truly believe that Jaskier would leave without a word. Would he? He thinks he can accept it and forget about him. But he can’t. It haunts him. So he decides he needs answers. He wants jaskier to explain himself.

If only he could find him and ask. He could put his heart at ease. But he realizes with horror that he has never actually asked Jaskier about his family or his life. What kind of friend has he been? And how will he find him?

Then he remembers something.

One night at a performance, someone called Jaskier some other name. Jaskier hustled them away, and Geralt doesn’t remember the whole thing.

The only word he remembers is Lettenhove.

He will go there. He will get his answers.

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #Jaskier’s murder family

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okay so i’ve had this weird Geraskier trucker AU stuck in my head for a while and i just don’t know if i’ll ever get around to writing it properly, so instead i have compiled my headcanons!

(this got super fucking long somehow, so most of it is under the cut)

so Geralt is a long-haul trucker for a small, family owned company called Witchers Express Transportation (WET for short. haha)

of course it’s his family that owns it. Vesemir started it years ago back in their small town of Kaer Moren as something he could pass onto his boys, and to be honest, they all kind of enjoy the travel and a little solitude, although none as much as Geralt

Geralt truck is black with a wolf emblem on the side, because of course it is. Lambert’s is red with flames on it because he loves to fuck around and also i make the rules. Eskel’s truck is forest green because i just think that’s nice. Coën’s is grey (with flames because Lambert insisted he needed to “spice it up.”) Vesemir mostly stays at HQ and handles orders now, but his old truck was also black. none of that matters but it’s important to me that you know this

Geralt also has a black cat that travels with him in the cab of his truck like those adorable dudes on tiktok. i’ll give you one guess at her name ((it’s Roach. duh))

anyway. Geralt is out on some cross-continent haul, and pulls into a truck stop in Posada one evening, cause y’know. a man’s gotta eat. and drink. and sleep (if he’s lucky)

insert bard. i imagine their first meeting is essentially the same as it is in the show, except Jaskier is playing the ukulele instead of the lute because it’s modern times, and a guitar wouldn’t be playable in the truck. i am big brained

eventually Geralt goes to head back on the road once he and Roach are fed and rested, and finds he has a loud, obnoxiously-dressed shadow following him through the parking lot

“hey, so wait. okay wait. what if i, uh, y’know, came with you? like, in your truck?” Jaskier is running away from his stuffy pompous home life, and this big sexy trucker looks like his very climbable ticket

“you don’t even know where i’m going” Geralt is so not having it.

“well, no. i mean. you could tell me? but i don’t really care, as long as it’s not here!”

“i could kill you” Geralt is putting on his scariest face. it is decidedly not working

“nah, don’t buy it. i feel like murderous truckers don’t have kitten companions,” the idiot kid actually winks at him. “so, where are we going?” Jaskier is already climbing into the truck and Geralt, sweet, awkward Geralt, doesn’t want to have to rip him out of it so he just kind of. goes with it, begrudgingly. the kid probably won’t last long cooped up in the tiny cab, anyway

Geralt is very, very wrong.

Jaskier is happy to sit in the truck and look out the windows, commenting on every weird or mildly interesting thing they drive by. he’s also maybe a little too happy to flirt with Geralt at every given opportunity. Geralt definitely, totally, feels no ways about this, why would you even ask that?

Geralt keeps waiting for him to fuck off at one of the truck stops they pull into, but the kid just keeps coming back

if Geralt waits for the bard to finish his set, or his conquests before he drives off, that is definitely not because he likes the company. nope. he just feels bad for the kid, okay? it’s dangerous for a naive little fancy lad out here

oh, also. Geralt’s radio doesn’t work and Jask thinks that’s the most insane thing about this guy. i mean, travelling for weeks on end with nothing but silence and the occasional meow to listen to? absolutely psychopath behaviour. can’t have that.

so Jaskier spends a lot of his time in the passenger seat, composing songs about the various people he’s met on their travels, or about Geralt, and even once about Roach. Geralt pretends to be annoyed when Jaskier plays them in the cab, but secretly he’s realizing maybe he doesn’t miss the silence as much as he thought

Jaskier still gets himself in trouble sleeping with the wrong people at the inns they frequent, and Geralt of course has to be his Big Beefy Backup™️ when the occasional angry husband or wife tries to skin him in the middle of the motel lobby

Geralt is absolutely not jealous of the people Jask sleeps with. he’s not. nope. no, sir. he’s just annoyed at having to rescue him, is all

and if they share a bed half the time, it’s only because motels are expensive and getting two rooms seems like a waste of money. they’re just being smart!

so, they travel together like this for a couple of years; Geralt making deliveries (and excuses for the weird, overly friendly man constantly in his passenger seat) and Jaskier using all this experience to further his meager singer-songwriter career

they do part ways sometimes so Geralt can go back to Kaer Moren, or so Jaskier can try and record one of his now numerous ballads, but they’ve exchanged phone numbers (for safety!) and they somehow always end up coming back together

Jaskier absolutely did not turn on Geralt’s location sharing so he could “happen to turn up” at the same truck stop as his favourite trucker

so, yeah. they do this little dance around each other for almost 10 years before Geralt’s guilt finally gets the better of him on a bad day. he’s kept Jaskier cooped up in his tiny truck for far too long. it’s selfish. Jask deserves to see the world, and not from behind a windshield. he says as much, one day when they’re stopped in some shitty diner parking lot

Jaskier suggests they take some time off the road then, maybe see the coast together? 

Geralt insists he can’t just leave his job, and that Jaskier should go on to live his actual life without an old grumpy man weighing him down

Jaskier does not take that well. “i’m the one that asked you if i could travel with you, you big brute! you don’t get to be all self-sacrificing about this!”

Geralt does not take Jaskier not taking it well very well. cue yelling. cue Geralt saying things he doesn’t mean about Jaskier holding up his deliveries with his dilly-dallying at stops. about Jaskier never shutting up and being annoying. about how he wishes he’d never met that stupid kid at the truck stop in Posada. 

big “go on! just get outta here you stupid dumb animal!” vibes

cue Mountain Breakup moment. they banter, sure, but Geralt has never actually yelled at him like this. Jask gets out of the truck with a dejected “see you around, Geralt.”

they travel separately for a good few months, almost a year before Geralt starts to think he might go insane in the silence. he even considers fixing his radio, but something about that feels wrong. also he’s a little scared he’ll hear one of Jaskier’s songs play and lose his shit entirely

so eventually Geralt is home at Kaer Moren, moping more than usual, when Eskel somehow notices that Geralt and Jaskier are still sharing locations. Geralt didn’t even know that was a thing you could do??? How long has that been on????

Eskel just gives him this Look and Geralt realizes what he has to do

he sets out to find Jaskier, pinging his phone at some bar just outside Posada

well, thank god he did because he find a tipsy and very scared Jaskier in the back alley, about to get his shit rocked by a group of angry locals whose spouses he probably fucked

Mr. Big Beefy Backup™️ scares the 3 or 4 people off easy enough, but then comes the hard part. time to apologize for being a supreme dickhead, Geralt. go on.

Jaskier is still just standing there in shock because what??? just happened??? why is Geralt here? how is Geralt here? he knows for a fact Geralt would never figure out Jaskier’s location sharing trick on his own; this man can barely figure out how to answer a text. 

he’s about to ask when Geralt finally starts speaking

and it’s an apology? from his Geralt?? okay, maybe he’s drunker than he thought

but no, Geralt really is apologizing, and he looks sincere. in fact, he looks downright miserable as he tells Jaskier he never meant any of it, and he’s so sorry he let his guilt get the better of him. says Jaskier didn’t deserve that hurt, and Geralt would never do it again. he’s really trying to be better. he will be better, just please. he just needs his bard back, if he’ll have him

the silence is deafening as Jaskier just stands there, gaping like a fish

he was going to shut Geralt down, at least for a minute. he was. he’s thought about this moment a zillion times, and he really was going to tell Geralt it wasn’t enough, that he’s worth more than that

but Geralt looks genuinely heartbroken and vulnerable in a way Jaskier’s never seen, and he can’t do it. he doesn’t want to.

so Jaskier steels himself and kisses him instead, because for once, he’s at a loss for words. because he’s a little drunk and he’s wanted this for the better part of a decade. because he’s afraid this is the only chance he’ll get

and when Geralt feverishly returns the kiss, Jaskier knows he’ll happily climb right back into that cramped old truck with him. knows there’s nowhere else he’d rather be than with this big, stupid man that he loves. he says as much

and Geralt smiles, actually grins as he says “i love you too, Jaskier”

Jaskier does set some new boundaries and ground rules between them though, because we stan Growth and Knowing Your Worth. luckily, Geralt is more than happy to oblige

and then they drive off into the sunset together to see the coast :)

also, Jaskier has never been more grateful for Geralt’s broken radio. there’s, uhh, no need for Geralt to hear his latest single, Burn Trucker Burn

wow. okay, well at this point i may as well have written the actual fic but Y’KNOW. maybe i will some day. who knows. let me know if uhhh if anyone would want to read it?? validation is my lifeblood and i’m real nervous about posting this for no reason

also, if anyone else for some reason wants to give this stupid AU a go, please for the love of god, tag me! i’d love to read what you come up with :)

#geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geraskier fanfiction #geralt x jaskier #gerlion #the witcher fanfiction #gracie writes #geraskier headcanon #what else do i tag #i really did not mean to write this much but apprently im passionate about the randomest AU i could think of #it literally came to me while i was laying in bed one night and wouldnt let go #also i forgot to add in ciri but idk how that would work with the whole #‘truck only has two seats and is also a horrible place to raise a child’ thing #sorry ciri... maybe you'll make it into the actual fic someday #anyway i'm obsessed with stupid idiots falling in love in every universe

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Last updated on 13/12/2023

One-shots:

Good girl with naughty thoughts - Severus Snape x female reader: you fantasize about Snape in his lesson and get caught. Snape commands you to get in his office after class to give you a punishment that matches your offense: your fantasy in real life 🔥

Be careful what you wish for - Thorin Oakenshield x female reader: you fantasize about Thorin while touching yourself. He finds you doing it and decides to give you what you want 🔥

Shadow - Geralt of Rivia x female reader: you’ve been wanting Geralt for a long time but have always been too shy to approach him. One day you and him end up in the same bathroom and it turns out that he’s good at reading people as well as doing some other things 🔥

My little boy - Kili x female human reader: you have a naughty fantasy about Kili, who also happens to want you. He decides to come visit you and when it’s just you and him there, you can't keep your hands off him. The young dwarf is that much smaller than you that he cannot easily resist you (as if he’d even want to), so you have free hands to do whatever you want to him 🔥

I’m not gonna hurt you - Adam Ruzek x female reader: you unwittingly find yourself in the middle of a gang arrest. You run away, but one of the policemen follows you, mistaking you for one of the gang members. He quickly realizes that you are not a member of the gang and wants to ask you a couple of questions as an eyewitness. However, you are afraid of the police and he has to calm you down before you dare to speak 💕

A bad day - Alvin Olinsky x gender neutral reader: you have a bad day but thankfully Olinsky’s there to make you feel better 🖤,💕

Stone-cold killer - Alvin Olinsky x female reader: you end up in the middle of a gang shooting but somehow don’t get shot. One of the gangsters takes you hostage in order to escape. Things escalates and he threatens to kill you but Olinsky saves you before anything really bad happens to you. Afterwards he goes great lengths to take care of you 🖤,💕

Close to you - Yondu Udonta x female reader: you like Yondu and come up with a genius plan to make sure you get his attention 💕

Your wish is my command - Yondu Udonta x female reader: you have a crush on Yondu but it takes some time before things get heated and by that you’re pretty desperate for it 🔥

When fantasy becomes reality - Michael Rooker x female reader: you have had a crush on Rooker for some time and when you see him in public you just can’t stop staring. He notices it and, to your surprise, gives you a long hug 💕

Throw Grenade! - Simon “Ghost” Riley x gender neutral reader: you want to learn to throw hand grenades and to your surprise, Ghost is happy to teach you 💕

Safe haven - Daryl Dixon x gender neutral reader: after a close call with a walker you’re scared and seek safety from Daryl who, to your surprise, is willing to offer it 🖤,💕

Southern love - Merle Dixon x shy female reader: Merle was with the other men on a supply run, but the trip got extended and you got worried. He gets back safe and sound but realizes the concern he has caused you and wants to make it up to you 🖤,💕,🔥

Touch me - Yondu Udonta x female reader: you have a thing for Yondu and he knows it, deciding to let you have what you want 🔥

Merle - Michael Rooker x female reader: Rooker’s role-playing as Merle to comfort you after you were feeling bad for a fanfic you read about Merle 🖤,💕

Magic - Severus Snape x female reader: you fantasize about Snape during his potions class and as a punishment, he casts a spell on you that makes the rest of the lesson a torturous and humiliating, yet pleasurable experience 🔥

Pretty as a peach - Merle Dixon x female reader: you have had a problem with your looks for a long time, but then you meet Merle who, as surprising it is, makes you feel better about yourself 💕

Hungry for touch - Merle Dixon x female reader: you're in need, so to speak, until you come up with a good idea to seduce Merle to meet those needs of yours 🔥

Not all the Ravagers are the same - Yondu Udonta x female reader: some idiot forcefully touches you in a bar, but Yondu happens to notice the situation and intervenes (🖤),💕

Guts (re-writed) - Merle Dixon x female reader: TWD s1e2 re-writed so that Merle doesn't get left behind 🖤,💕,🔥

You don’t wanna get a death threat form a redneck - Merle Dixon x female reader: Merle can’t tolerate anyone else but him touching you  (🖤),💕

Seventh heaven - Merle Dixon x female reader:  Merle has a bad day and you decide to cheer him up (🖤),🔥

The archaeology professor - Indiana Jones x gender neutral reader: despite several decades of age difference, you find Indy attractive, and he doesn't mind your interest 🔥

Hard work -  Indiana Jones x gender neutral reader: you’re working as a research assistant and the job got you exhausted, but luckily Indy knows how to help 💕

Not alone -  Indiana Jones x gender neutral reader: you’re feeling lonely and decide to see if Indy would want to talk with you 💕

Out in the woods - Merle Dixon x female reader: you follow Merle out on a supply run, wishing to be alone with him. That wish gets fulfilled as well as you naughty daydream of him 🔥

Sleepover in the apocalypse - Merle Dixon x female reader: nights are the hardest times in the world after the outbreak… that is until Merle asks you to come over for the night! 💕

Insecurities (drabble) - Merle Dixon x female reader: you've had a problem with your small breasts for a long time but Merle's touch makes you feel better 💕,🔥

Cuddles - Merle Dixon x gender neutral reader: you feel bad and seek comfort from Merle 💕

Home run - Merle Dixon x female reader: part 2 for Sleepover in the apocalypse, this time things just go further 🔥

Short imagines, etc.

Untitled - Severus Snape x gender neutral reader: Snape pinning you against a wall 🔥

Untitled 2 - Derek Hale x female reader: Derek catching  you sneaking around his house 🔥

Untitled 3 - Simon “Ghost” Riley x gender neutral reader: collection of imagines of various things, including him cleaning his gun and you sitting in his lap 🔥,💕

First time with Ghost - Simon “Ghost” Riley x female reader: imagine of how it would be like to lose your virginity to Ghost 🔥

Untitled 4 - Simon “Ghost” Riley x gender neutral reader: random headcanons about Ghost

Untitled 5 -  Simon “Ghost” Riley x gender neutral reader: Ghost interrogates you as an enemy but soon realizes that’s not what you are 💕 (+ implied 🔥)

Size/strength kink headcanons with Ghost - Simon “Ghost” Riley x female reader 💕,🔥

Untitled 6 - Merle Dixon x female reader: reader gets saved by Merle  🖤,💕 (+ implied 🔥)

Untitled 7 - Indiana Jones x female reader: shy uni student!reader wanting Indy’s attention 💕

Untitled 8 - Merle Dixon x female reader: Merle flirting with an inexperienced reader 🔥

#masterlist #fanfiction #fanfic #severus snape x reader #snape fanfiction #snape imagine #snape smut #derek hale x reader #derek hale fanfiction #derek hale imagine #derek hale smut #thorin x reader #thorin imagine #thorin smut #geralt x you #geralt smut #geralt imagine #geralt fanfic #kili x reader #kili imagine #kili fanfic #chicago pd fanfiction #chicago pd imagine #chicago pd x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #ghost x reader #ghost smut #the walking dead

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Hi! For the spotify prompt thingy, maybe Geraskier with 7? 😊

thank you for the prompt!! number 7 made no sense for a fic so i did 17 it fit way better, hope you enjoy ♡

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17. please leave a light on when you go - brittain ashford, dave malloy

The light of the candle makes the shape of their hands appear larger on the wall, closer, a shadow. Jaskier avoids looking at it.

It's almost ironic, he thinks. Only fire can pull them just a bit closer now. Geralt is holding his hand, applying salve on the almost healed skin as though to find an excuse to break the coldness and the candle fits, it really does, with the burning of his hands where Geralt touches him, the burning inside his chest, his body whole.

Ironic, because it hurts to touch Geralt now, and yet he looks so beautiful in the candlelight.

Absently, Jaskier smiles as he stares at him. Tilts his head. Yes, beautiful. Eyes soft like melting gold as they carefully focus on their task, hair falling loose on his shoulders, the lines of his face gentler than he remembered, than the light of day betrays.

Geralt catches his gaze, and raises an eyebrow in question, voice hushed. "What?"

Jsakier has lied before. Just for the sake of lying, because he knows he can't deceive Geralt, but now he sees no use. Now the ache is burning, though pleasantly warm, and he feels the words heavy on his tongue before he knows it. He shakes his head. "Nothing. I love you."

It could be a big confession, the deepest secret, the way he lays his heart out bare in Geralt's hands. But it is not.

He knew it would be not. Because Geralt stares at him for a long moment, silent, hands still in their embrace. Then, with a sigh, he smiles. Nods. "I know."

Of course he knows. It wouldn't burn so much, if he didn't.

And Jaskier knows too. Always did, from the first moment, and yet despite all, despite the heartbreak and the fire, he kept lingering on that moment, because then he was young, and quicker to hope. And that hope remained like a cool river to heal the burning inside his chest every time he lied, every time he touched. And he dared not speak, for hope was too sweet a deceit to be refuted.

Geralt swallows and lowers his eyes, continues his task. For him, after all, nothing has changed. "I love you too, Jaskier," he whispers after some seconds, and it sounds like an apology. He finishes and turns the lid on the salve, holding Jaskier's hands just a little longer. "Just not in the way you want me to."

At that, Jaskier laughs silently. With his other hand, he covers Geralt's and meets his eyes. Smiles. "I know."

And that's it.

For Geralt, nothing has changed. Only for him, the little river of hope finally dries up and dies, and suddenly his shoulders feel lighter, and he realizes that hope was far too heavy to carry for so long.

Geralt looks at him for a moment longer, eyes soft and loving, despite all. Then, he squeezes his hand, and stands up. Walks to the door.

His touch still stings.

"Do you want me to blow off the candle?"

Jaskier turns to look at him, then at the flame dancing carelessly, everlasting. A bittersweet smile curves his lips. "No. No, please leave it burning."

Geralt nods softly. Then, "Goodnight, Jaskier."

"Goodnight."

He closes the door, and the candle keeps burning, and Jaskier only stares at it, hands still warm from Geralt's grip.

And the ache remains.

#this kind of fic will never get old i swear #they love each other!! and they always will!! and friends. it will pass #the witcher #geraskier #jaskier #geralt of rivia #fic recs #chrysa writes #spotify prompts #prompt fill #bambirex #geralt x jaskier #unrequited love

[chaos-monkeyy]

Tell me about The Witcher and AC crossover, please

aahh hooray!! the witcher - AC crossover is one that's been hiding in my WIPs for years now and which I've recently, hopefully, moved back into my active WIPs section. The basic premise (I don't know if it's properly termed a fusion or a crossover) is that Ezio Auditore is an assassin in the Witcher 'verse, and he and Geralt know each other (in many senses of the word 'know'). And Jaskier meets him when Ezio shows up and naturally there's lots of flirting (and eventually fucking).

I keep meaning to get back to it and either continue what I'd planned, or at least just wrap it up as a Fade to Black and publish what I did actually get done. Cause I really do still like what I have written so far.

I'll put the opening bit in here just cause I can 😁

“Geralt of Rivia, in a city? Will wonders never cease?” 

Jaskier’s ears immediately perked up at the rich, though admittedly unfamiliar, voice from behind them. A voice like that should be trained, if it wasn’t already. And the accent… From somewhere in Toussaint if he wasn’t mistaken; Corvo, most likely, or at least that general area. 

Geralt stiffened and turned away from the blacksmith he’d been haggling with, and Jaskier followed suit, not entirely able to hide his smirk. He probably shouldn’t enjoy watching the witcher glower at hapless souls who weren’t him, for a change; but, well. He did. 

Except Geralt didn’t glower or glare or even frown at the man approaching them with a broad smile on his face; his mouth was about the only feature that wasn’t hidden in the shadow of his deep hood. He was dressed in flowing white robes with a hood and a red sash, the thick leather belt at his waist inlaid with an ornate symbol of some sort and positively bristling with weaponry, and the scuffed but sturdy armour strapped about his person spoke of frequent use. Much like Geralt’s, in fact, though the type of armour was clearly different. He had that same enticing air of danger about him that Geralt did, too; that coiled stance that hinted at a constant edge of violence. 

White-Robes strode straight up to Geralt, grin never wavering, and Jaskier felt his eyebrows nearly climb off his face when the man clapped Geralt on the shoulder and pulled him straight into a one-armed embrace. 

And Geralt returned it.

#chaos answers #ask games #loki-is-my-kink-awakening #the witcher #assassin's creed #geralt #jaskier #ezio auditore #wips

[inexplicifics]

perspective flip: aiden's POV of first meeting aleksander ?

Aiden doesn’t know what to expect of the young duke they’ve been ordered not to harm. Dukes, in his experience, range from pompous assholes to pompous condescending assholes, with occasional side jaunts into the sort of monsters the Witchers are now allowed to hunt. Old Duke Velen, the dead one, was one of that sort. But apparently his replacement isn’t…or, possibly, is faking being a decent person in order to lure the Wolf into a trap.

Which isn’t going to work. Fool them once, and all that. No one’s going to let the Wolf get shot again.

It turns out it’s not a trap, and Aiden is close enough to smell the terror swiftly replaced by utter, overwhelming relief as the young duke kneels at Geralt’s feet and tells him where to find the captive Witchers.

Huh. Well. Brave and moral - that’s an unusual combination for anyone, much less a duke.

Lambert and Aiden exchange a look and a nod. They might as well look after the lad - he’s one of Kitten’s friends, after all.

He doesn’t seem to notice that they’ve become his shadows until they’re in Tretogor, and Vizimir is very dead, and the new king seems to be well on his way to cementing his hold on the throne. Which is fair! There’s a lot going on, and Aiden would probably be pretty distracted too, in the duke’s shoes.

His distraction gives Aiden plenty of time to observe him. He’s a cute little thing, really, short and plump and frankly adorable, and he flinches at the mage’s death and Vizimir’s execution, but he doesn’t back down, and he doesn’t cover his eyes, and his scent is all stubborn determination under the dizzying mix of fear and relief.

Aiden wants to cuddle him. He’s so cute, brave and scared and moral just like Kitten is.

The little duke’s shoulders sag in mixed relief and sorrow as his brother kneels to swear to the new king of Redania, and Aiden gives in to his impulses - impulse control not being something Cats are known for, after all - and slinks up beside the lad to grin down at him.

“Guess we’re taking you back to Kaer Morhen with us,” he says, and is thoroughly delighted when the little duke - ex-duke, now - doesn’t flinch away from him. Little wolf pup, scared and brave and so damn cute it shouldn’t be allowed.

Aiden’s keeping him, if he’s at all amenable to being kept.

#questions answered #ask meme #fic specific asks #snippet #accidental warlord au #aiden #aleksander of velen

[pod-together]

Pod-Together Day 9 Reveals 2023

In the Shadows of Kings (I dream of a crown) [text, audio] (One Piece (Anime & Manga))

written by stereden, performed by Aibhilin

Summary: Buggy knows, from the very moment he meets them, that Gol D Roger will be the King of the Pirates one day, that he will reach that island at the end of the world no matter how much the world tries to stop him.

Buggy knows, from the very moment he meets them, that the King has already chosen his Heir, that Shanks with his Will and his smiles already wears his crown.

(A straw-hat doesn’t look like a crown, and yet.)

Buggy knows, from the very moment he meets them, that he will follow this King to Hell and back. Knows, from the very moment he meets them, that he will follow this Heir even further.

Five werewolf attributes and one werewolf survival strategy that Gerard and Pete discovered through empirical research on Warped Tour (Bandom, My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy)

written by Trojie, performed by dapatty

Summary: a.k.a "maybe the real lycanthropy was the friends we made along the way"

Your emotions are mine (Teen Wolf (TV))

written by HadrianPeverellBlack, performed by Rambling_Company

Summary: Soulmates can feel each other emotions.

Death with Dignity [text, audio] (Star Trek, Star Trek: The Next Generation, Star Trek: Voyager)

written by Thebiwife, performed by SweetPollyOliver

Summary: Having lost her father at a young age, Deanna Troi struggles to make sense of many things; her feelings, her abilities (or lack thereof), and how to cope with that void in her life.

Our Energy Signature Means Skullduggery (Our Flag Means Death (TV))

written by secretsofluftnarp, edited by pandamug and tipsy

Summary: UFO enthusiast and Star Trek fan Stede Bonnet unintentionally travels into the future, and ends up aboard the space pirate vessel Kuinian's Revenge.

Just Zelda, Just Link (The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom)

written by Zartophski, performed by horchata

Summary: Before the Upheaval, Zelda hides a small gift for Link and never tells him where to look.

After the Upheaval, Link finds it anyway.

question and answer (その着せ替え人形は恋をする | Sono Bisque Doll wa Koi wo Suru | My Dress-Up Darling (Anime))

created by alstroemeria_thoughts and asthewavesdo

Summary: Gojou makes it onto reddit, and uses it to ask questions for Marin.

rational and level-headed (Dimension 20 (Web Series))

written by travvymybeloved, performed by Poluche

Summary: Cody was well-known for his normal and grounded reactions to things. He told himself that frequently. He was good at handling things with grace and poise and wasn’t notorious at all for blowing his shit at the slightest provocation. That was why he was handling being faced with the realization of a lifetime in a rational and level-headed manner.

“You’re sitting in your bathtub and eating an ice cream sandwich because you’re sad but don’t have a tub of ice cream?”

“I mean, yeah.”

Playing for Keeps (Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types)

written by LenaLawlipop, performed by Chantress

Summary: "Wait, you know her?" Eskel asked, finally. The woman in question walked up to the door to see what the commotion was about. Geralt couldn't help but grin at the shock on her face, and he tried to hide it behind his hand, but the moment she caught sight of him as well, she burst into delighted giggles and he couldn't hold back a snort himself. Eskel whirled around to look at him. "Wait, you know her too?"

"I was about to tell you when you made a detour for this street, but then we heard Lambert, and..." He shrugged, unable to contain his amusement. "I believe we might know the same person in this town."

"Wait, you two know her?!" Lambert cried. "What are you even doing here?!"

In which three Wolves share an unexpected Midsummer celebration with a young woman of their mutual acquaintance.

something new (Welcome to Night Vale)

written by Koschei_B, performed by roseszain

Summary: Fun with holidays and a few moments of contentment

Stones of the Body: Reunion (rose quartz) (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine)

created by BardicRaven and RisalSoran

#podfic #fanfic #one piece #bandom #my chemical romance #fall out boy #teen wolf #star trek the next generation #star trek voyager #star trek #our flag means death #legend of zelda breath of the wild #legend of zelda tears of the kingdom #my dress up darling #sono bisque doll wa koi wo suru #dimension 20 #the witcher #welcome to night vale intro segments #star trek deep space nine

[geraskierficrecs]

An Offer You Can’t Refuse Update!

New chapter here.

Teaser:

He tried not to think about the shadows reflected in Jaskier’s eyes on the night everything had gone to shit.  It was the sort of madness that hinted at losing control entirely.  Somehow Jaskier hadn’t collapsed beneath the weight of that rage, continuing to prove his strange loyalty by hunting Hayes.  

Geralt forced himself to focus on something besides the mixture of guilt and longing roiling in his gut.  He didn’t want to think about the last words they’d said to one another or the accusations he’d made when Jaskier reached out.  His wolf told him that Jaskier was pack, but his human knew it wouldn’t be that simple.  If he offered Jaskier his bite, the other packs would see it as offering his support to the rogue and potentially even harboring the Fenris.  It would shatter any hope of peace.

“Yennefer cleared the bar,” Lambert said, walking over to meet them at the front of Kaer Morhen.  “There’s no sigils she can sense, but the cameras are all fucked.  Someone spray painted over the exterior lenses.”

“Could you smell anyone?” Eskel asked.

Lambert shrugged.  “Just ash and iron.”

Which meant it was Nilgaard.  Emhyr was growing bold in his preparations.

Geralt turned to Eskel.  “Tell Coen to lock down the compound,” he ordered.  “Nilfgaard is going to make a play tonight.  Keep all the pups together–they’re not ready for a full assault.”

“What about you?” Eskel asked.  “It’s a lot easier to take down a pack if their alpha is dead.”

The alpha rolled his shoulders in a shrug and met Lambert’s eyes in silent communication.  He gave a little smirk at his brothers.  “That’s why I have you two, isn’t it?”

There was a small moment where they looked at one another, tracking the changes of years spent fighting at each other’s side. Each face held new lines of strain and the smallest glint of silver beginning at the edges of each temple.  New scars and new fears hidden beneath broad shoulders and golden eyes.  Wordlessly, Lambert reached out to rest a hand on each shoulder, scenting the both and smiling faintly when his gesture was returned.  Whatever rifts had lingered between them felt insignificant compared to the brightness of the bonds burning in their chest, the fierce love shining in their eyes.

“If we go down, we go down together,” Eskel said and the other two nodded in agreement, cementing the words like a sacred oath.

#modern au #werewolf au #werewolf mates #protective Eskel #protective geralt #angst #Angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort #hurt geralt #my stuff #geraskier #geraltxjaskier #geralt/jaskier #jaskier/geralt #laiden #lambert x aiden #soulmates #the witcher

[smolalienbee]

In Our Travels, We Found Our Roads

geraskier // modern human AU; first meeting during long travels; inspired by Sea Wolf’s Dear Fellow Traveller // 2.5k words

Their eyes meet across a busy street of an unfamiliar city and neither of them knows yet that they have finally found what they were looking for.

read on AO3 here!

Jaskier has stood at this street corner for hours and yet the white-haired stranger is the first one that has truly drawn his attention.

The man stands a few feet away, brooding in the shadow of a building. He’s dressed in all black, would blend into the shadows nicely if it wasn’t for his pale skin and light hair. His shoulders are broad, jaw practically square and fuck, Jaskier can’t take his eyes off him.

It’s not just that he’s exactly Jaskier’s type, though. There’s something more to him - the air of mystery, adventure. And a certain weariness, as though he’s already seen everything the world has to offer.

And Jaskier, besotted fool that he is, wants to make him smile. 

Even though the stranger is ways away, Jaskier can feel his eyes on him. With that knowledge in mind, he makes quite an effort of showing off - swirling around with his guitar, belting out lyrics louder than he had before - but the man is as stoic as a statue. He might as well be a murderer, with how absolutely blank his expression seems and how Jaskier knows nothing of him, but Jaskier has always liked a little in his life.

(And he knows better than to judge a book by its cover. Even if the book looks as though it could snap him in half with one hand.)

At some point, though, the stranger turns his attention away from him and begins to walk away, a slight limp in his step. Jaskier, unable to let go of an opportunity so easily, instantly lets his song fade into silence and wastes no time in shoving his guitar into its case, shooting an apologetic smile towards the little audience he’s gathered. Then he’s off, chasing after the white-haired stranger as though his life depends on it. He nearly trips over his own feet several times before he finally catches up to him.

“Come here often?” 

Even as he walks away, Geralt can’t get the busker’s blue eyes off his mind. Try as he might, it’s all still there - blue eyes, charming voice and the surprising intensity with which the busker had turned his entire attention towards Geralt, despite the many other passersby surrounding them both. As though no one else mattered.

(Geralt can think of only one other person that has ever looked at him like that.)

Despite the force of the man’s gaze, though, Geralt doesn’t expect for his voice to follow after him, like an echo. Doesn’t expect to see those blue eyes up close the second he turns his head. He frowns, momentarily taken aback both by the question and the sight of him, dishevelled and with his guitar hanging wildly off one arm as he clearly struggles to keep up.

“No,” he grumbles eventually. The corners of his lips quirk up into a barely there smile, unable to hide his amusement.

“Well, me neither,” the man responds, seemingly not at all put off by Geralt’s tone. “First time in these parts, actually. Don’t come from this city. Or country, for that matter.”

Geralt raises an eyebrow. The guy certainly has confidence, then. Or a death wish, perhaps.

“And yet you’ve decided to follow a stranger.”

The second he says it, the busker jumps in front of him and sticks a hand out. Geralt has no other choice than to stop, staring at him all the while.

“I’m Jaskier,” the man introduces himself. “Now, if you tell me your name, we won’t be strangers anymore, will we?”

His logic is absolutely ridiculous and yet Geralt doesn’t hesitate as he takes his hand.

“Geralt.”

Taking a seat across from Geralt, Jaskier vividly hears his mother’s voice. Don’t talk to strange men, she would say, if one invites you out, don’t take him up on it. Protective, his mother was, all the more reason why he got as far away from home as soon as he could. Besides, his dear old mom certainly couldn’t be upset if he was the one inviting a stranger out, right?

(She would be, if she had any say on it from her grave.)

In any case, Geralt doesn’t seem particularly murderous, despite his tough exterior. He’s quiet, yes, but rather gentle in his silence, further proven by a situation Jaskier can now recall with great fondness. 

As they walked through the city, a child approached them, a single dandelion in a pudgy hand. They stopped right in front of Geralt, offered him the flower and Geralt, without a question, accepted it, thanking the child softly. The kid had grinned at them, a toothless and joyful smile. 

(If Jaskier didn’t already have a crush on the man, he certainly would have one after that interaction.)

Even now, as they sit in this pub, the dandelion is still safely tucked behind Geralt’s ear. Jaskier doesn’t even bother hiding the smile that spreads over his face whenever he glances over at it. It takes a moment before can tear his eyes off the flower and meet Geralt’s gaze instead.

“Order anything you like, it’s on me,” he tells him.

“Last I checked, buskers weren’t usually wealthy,” Geralt hums in response, looking at him curiously.

“Darling, I’m very good at what I do.” Jaskier is quick to wave off his worries. “In fact, I’ve gotten quite the fan base around here, now.” 

A truth and a lie. He is good, he knows as much, but the truth is he’s barely earned any money while in the country. Fortunately, he has enough savings still and is more than happy to use them to impress this charming hulk of a man.

“Hm.” Geralt doesn’t seem to believe him, but he doesn’t press further.

It’s only after they’re both several drinks in that Geralt finally feels his tongue loosen. Quite an achievement, for him, while for Jaskier it seems talking is just as natural as breathing. And strangely enough, Geralt doesn’t mind the constant chatter.

In all the time that he’s been traveling, he’s always thought he had to do so alone. That he wouldn’t be able to give up the blessed silence, no matter what possible company was out there in the world. And yet, Jaskier fills in for something that he’s never even realized he was missing.

(He could get used to this.)

“I know why I’m out here,” Geralt says, unprompted. “Why are you?”

Jaskier tilts his head. The lighting above them is an awful artificial blue and yet his eyes shimmer prettily in it. “Out here - like here, specifically, or out in the world in general?”

He considers it for a moment. “The latter.”

With a nod, Jaskier drops his gaze to the glass in front of him. He runs a fingertip over the rim of it and for a while, says nothing. It’s uncharacteristic, this quietness, but Geralt doesn’t press. He waits.

“Because I’ve always believed that there’s something more to the world,” Jaskier says eventually. “Because I’m a romantic at heart, a poet and a musician and I… want to experience adventure and destiny and heartbreak and - all of these… grandiose things.” He smiles, then, and the smile seems bittersweet as he meets Geralt’s eye. “Sounds silly, doesn’t it?”

It does, Geralt thinks. It does, to him, but in Jaskier’s gaze all he can see is genuine belief that this is what he wants from life. That this is what he desires.

“Yeah,” Geralt admits after a moment. He makes sure to keep their eyes locked on one another. “But it’s still what you want.”

“More than anything else,” Jaskier agrees. “That and… well, I want to keep making music. I need to find a muse, if I’m to keep creating. I’m hoping if I don’t stop moving, I’ll have to run into them, sooner or later.”

Geralt grunts his acknowledgement and there’s a lull in the conversation as Jaskier takes a longer sip of his drink. He only speaks once his glass is back down on the table.

“What about you, though? You never did share your reasons.”

“I’m…” Geralt starts, but then he trails off.

For a moment, Jaskier thinks he’s not going to elaborate after all - truthfully, that wouldn’t be surprising. In all the time that they’ve spent together, Jaskier has learned that Geralt isn’t particularly talkative. Not that it’s much of an issue, as Jaskier is perfectly content to fill in any silences. This time, though, he doesn’t have to. 

“I think I’m still trying to figure that out.”

“So, soul-searching.”

Geralt snorts. “That’s one way to put it.”

“Sounds to me like it’s not wrong, though, is it?” Jaskier points out, leaning back. 

So far, this is the most open Geralt has been and Jaskier knows well he can attribute that, at least partially, to all the drinks they’ve shared so far. It’s not difficult to notice that Geralt isn’t used to nor comfortable with talking about himself, but Jaskier, as wary as he is of not pushing too far, is also incessant in his curiosity. He wants to know Geralt.

(He needs to know him. Because perhaps this is where he finds his muse.)

“No,” Geralt agrees, albeit reluctantly. He sighs, but continues on before Jaskier can say anything. “I used to work as a security detail,” he says. The words see Jaskier scrambling in his chair as he leans back in, eager to soak up any information he can get. “Traveled a lot, back then, but never for myself. Not much time off, either. When I retired -”

“Retired?” Jaskier cuts him off mid-sentence, unable to stop himself. “Come on, you cannot be older than forty.”

Geralt rolls his eyes, amused by Jaskier’s disbelief. “Early retirement after an injury,” he tells him and taps lightly at one of his knees. Ah. So that’s what the limp is.

“Right, right.” Jaskier nods. “Go on, then. When you retired…?”

“My daughter, Ciri, she told me to… she suggested I do this.”

A daughter. Another puzzle piece neatly fitting in, another bit of knowledge that Jaskier carefully jots down in the journal of his mind. Something to ask about later, he decides as he notices the gentle glint of joy on Geralt’s face, a hint at how much Geralt must love her.

Now, though, Jaskier doesn’t dare let his mind drift any longer, not while Geralt is still speaking.

“So I suppose I’m…”

“...trying to work out what pleases you?” Jaskier finishes for him, voice soft.

Once more, Geralt finds that he’s right. He is soul-searching. He is trying to make sense of what he wants from life. Who he is, now that he doesn’t have the work that used to be the whole sum of his identity.

“Yes,” he simply responds, this time with no hesitation.

Jaskier gives him a warm smile and somehow, that smile makes it all the easier. They barely know each other, had met one another mere hours ago and yet Geralt doesn’t remember the last time he’s felt so at ease talking to someone. 

(A ridiculous thought crosses his mind that maybe this is the kind of love that’s for him. One that comes with an easy comfort rather than a stormy passion.)

He quickly takes another sip, hoping to stop his thoughts from spiralling down any other dangerous lanes.

“So where are you staying?” Jaskier suddenly asks. “I could walk you back to your hotel… if you want.” He wiggles his eyebrows and Geralt nearly sputters the drink all over himself when the unsubtle suggestion behind his question hits him at full force.

“Are you propositioning?” he asks, deadpan. 

“What if I was?”

Geralt doesn’t respond, for a while, and instead gives him a long and absolutely unreadable look. It’s enough for Jaskier to decide that perhaps now is not the time to be pushing his luck.

“I’m not, Geralt,” he chuckles. He had thought about it, certainly, but… “As much as I do sleep around, quite a lot, in fact, it doesn’t mean I’m always going to put my baguette in another man’s oven the very same day I’ve met him. Though, of course, you are incredibly… baguette-able.”

To Jaskier’s utter surprise and delight, Geralt laughs at that, a good, full-bodied deep rumble of a laugh. It’s enough for Jaskier to relax, to know that he hasn’t made Geralt as uncomfortable as he thought he might have.

After all, he likes Geralt. Likes him too much to risk it all being a one night stand. He’s had plenty of those and he enjoys them, thoroughly, and he’s not ashamed of it - but Geralt is something entirely else, he feels. And it’s a stupid, dangerous thought, perfect set up for a broken heart and another ballad, but it’s too late now to change the rhythm of his emotions.

Their conversation dies off along with Geralt’s laughter, but it’s fairly natural - even Jaskier is tired by now, having rambled about this and that ever since they had first met. 

It’s only a matter of time before they heave themselves out of their seats and head outside, into the night, the fresh air.

It’s only a matter of time before Geralt feels that can’t keep resisting Jaskier’s pull anymore.

They had laughed off Jaskier’s supposed proposition and in a way, Geralt is glad for it - but the fact is that Jaskier does end up walking him to his hotel. Along the way, Geralt finds his eyes drifting over to him, more and more often. He can’t quite control it.

There’s safety to be found in the darkness of the night, Jaskier’s figure illuminated only by the moon and the dim lamps lining the street they’re walking down. It makes some more of Geralt’s walls crumble, uncertainty suddenly tossed into the wind.

(Jaskier’s words ring in his head. What pleases him?)

Gently, but with no warning, he grasps Jaskier’s wrist. Jaskier looks at him, a question etched into his expression, but when Geralt pulls him closer, he is utterly pliant and trusting.

Their lips meet and black skies change into the blue of Jaskier’s eyes.

They kiss underneath the moon.

In Jaskier’s opinion, the kiss lasts for what is an entirely too short amount of time, but he doesn’t protest when Geralt pulls away. Doesn’t feel like he can protest when he sees how Geralt, with strangely unsteady hands, reaches for the dandelion behind his ear. He hands it to Jaskier and Jaskier’s heart aches at the gesture, aches with the sudden realization that this is it, then. That this is the last he’ll see of Geralt and that, for all that he is now sure Geralt is his muse, this is where they must part ways.

(And what are the chances that they will ever run into each other again, out in the wide world?)

Tenderly, he cradles the dandelion close. Later on, when it’s just him and the flower, he carefully presses it between the pages of his songwriting journal. His treasure, a souvenir, a piece of his heart.

Months pass, the flower dries, and that’s when Jaskier finds him again.

He recognizes him instantly, sitting in the shadowed corner of some dive bar he doesn’t quite remember the name of. He has a far more important name to remember, though, as he approaches his dear fellow traveler.

“Geralt!” he calls out.

For the first time since their farewell, the flower of his heart blossoms.

#smolalienbeewrites #geraskiersource #geraskier #twn #geralt x jaskier #jaskier x geralt #witcher #witcher netflix #the witcher #jaskier the bard #julian alfred pankratz #geralt of rivia #geralt #jaskier #fanfic #witcher fanfiction #modern au #human au #human!geralt #here it is that one travel au fic that i talked about before #yes this is one that somehow grew from 900 words to 2.5k #dunno how #i swear like 95% of the scenes were there already when i wrote the og 900 words #AND YET

[cinebration]

Demonic Shadow (Geralt of Rivia x Reader) [Request]

Sorry in advance if you don't accept requests.

But… Here is my request. It is addressed to Geralt of Rivia with an Umbra Witch. I don't know if you know the Bayonetta games or some concept (a few days ago I found out that many people don't know the games).

Back in context, the newly trained Umbra Witch and her demons at her service are sent to the world of The Witcher, thanks to her training she gets a mercenary job and due to her height (Umbra witches are 2 meters and a little more) people don't mess with her on top of her reputation for controlling beasts.

And she meets Geralt when he accidentally mistakes one of her demons and thinks he wanted to attack her.

If possible, it is better that she does not have a flirtatious personality, since Umbra witches are actually very traditional, and only those who are already experienced and who have been away from their domains for a long time are the daring ones. This is more like a little data.

Thank you very much for reading and goodbye.—Requested by anon

Warnings: blood, violence

Gif Source: lamberts

Geralt froze, the sudden silence in the forest a louder cry of alarm than even the shriek of a human in peril. Roach slowed to a stop, chuffing uneasily as Geralt stilled in the saddle, sharp Witcher senses attuned to any disturbance. In the chill winter air, both his and the horse’s breath plumed in white clouds before them.

SNAP!

Geralt slipped off Roach and shooed her away, steel sword sliding free of its sheath. On near-silent footsteps through the snow, he took cover behind a tree, turning east toward the direction of the snapped branch.

The forest waited with bated breath.

SNAP!

Followed by the soft crunch of snow underfoot, not twenty paces off to Geralt’s left.

The wolf-head pendant vibrated against his chest.

Magic.

The Witcher’s mind raced. The presence of magic meant a much harder fight than he was prepared to have. The injuries he had sustained a few days before while fighting the drowned dead were only mostly healed, and he was embarrassingly fatigued after two days of hard travel. Roach had already moved off, distancing herself from Geralt—and taking his elixirs with her.

Teeth grinding in dismay, Geralt peered around the rough bark of the tree, trying to glimpse the source of magic.

A figure moved briefly through the trees.

Stilling once more, Geralt shifted his stance, muscles coiling for an attack. Edging around the tree, he strained to glimpse the figure once more.

The winter sun sliced sharply through the loose canopy of trees. A shadow slinked toward another tree, extending outrageously tall against the disturbed snow behind it. Geralt managed to keep his heartbeat calm.

The shadow looked like a demon.

Geralt sped through his options. Demons were from other planes of existence, meaning they often followed their own rules in Geralt’s world. The shadow was nothing like Geralt had ever seen. Without specific knowledge of the beast, the Witcher was working in the dark as to how to banish it back to its realm.

To his right, Roach whinnied in alarm and pranced away, the whites of her eyes flashing against her bay skin.

Fuck, Geralt thought, and he slid around the tree, sprinting toward the shadow as Roach cried out again in distress, shying away from whatever approached her.

The shadow’s twisted jaw opened in a soundless snarl.

Geralt flew past the tree blocking his view of the creature, snow kicking up in his wake, sword angled for a strong strike.

A towering woman in strange, tight-fitting garb, your face obscured but for bright, sharp eyes, spun to meet him, strange devices wielded in both hands.

Geralt hesitated.

BOOM!

Pain slammed into Geralt’s chest, stopping him in his tracks.

BOOM!

The impact sent him onto his back, the wind knocked out of his lungs. Molten fire poured through his chest, muddying his senses. The hilt of his sword still weighed heavy in his rough palm, but he struggled to grasp it.

He gasped for air.

You slid into his field of vision. You stood above him like one of the trees, taller even than the Witcher. The object in one of your hands issued a thin wisp of smoke.

“I see this place is filled with savages,” you murmured, a hint of disappointment coloring your voice. “I had expected more of a challenge.”

An inhuman voice answered you in a language of gravelly, distorted sounds.

“Yes, I know. It’s early yet.”

Sighing, you peered down at Geralt’s pain-contorted features. Lips peeling back from his teeth in a snarl, he growled, “What are you?”

You hesitated, eyes narrowing a fraction, before answering, “A witch.”

“You are…no witch.”

The inhuman voice grated against Geralt’s ears.

Nodding, you replied to the Witcher, “Your opinion means nothing to me.”

You strode over him, disappearing from his view. Geralt craned his head, forced himself to roll onto one shoulder to watch you. Pain poured fresh fire through him.

Roach galloped away, her fear palpable, the smell of her sweat tangible on the chill air.

Geralt’s blood spilled onto the white snow.

You headed for the horizon. Your demonic shadow followed.

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Alternate Instincts Ch.5

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 787 (sorry for shortness)

Warnings: Uhhhhh *vague I dunno sounds*

The house was quiet and dark, everyone having gone to bed. Stephanie was laying on the couch, politely declining the offers the others made for her to take their bed while they slept on the floor. Jordan wasn’t going to kick the door down of a cabin filled with Alpha wolves (and one Beta, as Mike had let her know), so she was good where she was. She looked up from her phone briefly as a figure moved past the couch into the kitchen. She heard the fridge open then close and they came back through, stopping behind the couch.

“What?” She asked, looking up briefly again at August standing there, a bottle of water in his hand. “Being kinda creepy right now, my guy.”

“You need to leave.”

“Tried that.” She said, resuming her doomscrolling. “Sy is kind of adamant that I not leave, as I’m his, Geralt’s, and apparently Mike’s Mate. They would rather I not die a horrible death, and I’m not too keen on the idea either, actually.”

“All three of them?”

“That’s what they told me.” She said and there was a pause.

“Sure got them pussy whipped, don’t you.” He said and she looked up at him slowly.

“Fuckin’ pardon?” She asked, “I actually haven’t had sex with any of them. So, you know--” She flipped him off with her free hand. “Fuck you.”

“Classy.”

“I’m just matching your energy, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Asshole.” She said and while he didn’t say anything, he didn’t leave either, and the weight of his eyes was starting to make the skin between her shoulders itch. Hauling herself off the couch, she put her phone in the pocket of the flannel sleep pants Mike loaned her. Sy and Walter had gotten her things from the campsite, Jordan’s were already gone, but it was colder than had been forecasted so the shorts she had packed weren’t going to cut it.

“Where are you going?”

“You care now?” She asked, and went to the front door, flipping back the locks and heading outside. The night air was cool, filling her lungs as she breathed in deep. She needed to call her boss, let her know what was going on. Heather was a wolf, too, and it made sense now why Jordan always avoided meeting her. She probably would have known right away that he was a Feral and contacted the Pack Council.

A deep growling filtered through the night air and she looked over, seeing the massive black wolf walk slowly out of the shadows from the back of the house. Glacial blue eyes glowed at her through the darkness, lips curling back away from sharp canines.

Don’t move. Don’t run. Run and you’re prey. Keep looking at them, maintain eye contact.

It kept advancing on her and she wanted to look around for a stick, or something, but that would require her looking away. It stopped in front of her, ears pinned back, still growling. A self-superior look passed through those eyes. Wait.

“No.” She said, holding his nose and the growling stopped, ears perking up in surprise. “Really? This is how you try to throw your dick around? Fuck off.” She pushed his muzzle away and he pressed in closer to her, sniffing around her, making her lean back a little. “August…” He shifted back, the sight of his limbs contorting and body reforming making her stomach turn a little. “And you’re naked.” The plain, somewhat boring, shirts he wore hid how absolutely massive he was in musculature, his shoulders broad, his chest and stomach that was covered in a layer of dark hair defined but not overly so, making him look strong, not dehydrated. Only Geralt was bigger, and not by much. She didn’t let her eyes go any further south than his belly button before she turned them back up at him, the look in his eyes making her swallow heavily.

“Motherfucker.” He hauled her against him and almost off her feet with an arm around her waist, weaving his fingers in her hair, his lips crashing down on hers hard. The cut on her lip from earlier reopened making her wince, but he didn’t seem to notice. His mustache rasped over her upper lip, the force of his kiss making her toes curl and she found herself responding to him as the image of his wolf flashed over her mind, the phantom feeling of fur sliding over her skin making her shiver. “Goddamnit.” He growled as he broke the kiss. “You’re not leaving.”

“But you--”

“You’re not going anywhere until that Feral is in the ground.”

“August,” Stephanie said, her hands curling around his biceps. “Am I--”

“You’re my fucking Mate.”

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