#manda writes

[starrylevi]

Obsessed with the idea that people forget you have Captain Levi’s heart until they see him do little things for you. Like at breakfast, before his morning meeting with Erwin, he’ll pass by your table and casually hand you a loaded plate. “They didn’t have those croissants you usually like but I found those weird ass pastries you can’t stop talking about.” And then he’ll just walk away without saying anything else. Or like, while you’re all suiting up for a mission, he’ll randomly walk up to you and adjust the thigh straps of your odm gear to make sure they’re properly secured and you’re just like “!!!” inside. Or like for every group meeting he arrives early and saves you the seat next to him and when you arrive, he’ll pull out your chair, waiting till you sit so he can briefly place his hand on your thigh as a greeting 🥰🥰🥰🥰

#OBSESSED #like it would be completely normal and second nature to him #he wouldn’t even realize until someone pointed it out and he would be like 🙄🙄🙄 #our acts of service BABE I’m just so 😭😭😭 #aot levi #levi Ackerman #levi attack on titan #levi hcs #levi headcanons #levi #levi x reader #levi x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi x y/n #levi ackerman x you #levi fluff #manda writes

[kingeomer]

Now You’re In The World

Geralt/Jaskier / rated teen / 1,849 words / ao3.

inspired by this tweet, which grabbed ahold of me right after christmas and wouldn’t let go until i wrote some new years fluff. i’m super proud of this one, i’m not gonna lie.

“Merry Christmas from the Pankratz family! Julian couldn’t join us this year so it’s just the two of us again, and the dog, of course. May your holiday be filled with the warmth of your loved ones by your side! — Alf and Jules xx”

 The picture on Jaskier’s Facebook feed had caught his attention first; his mum and dad sat by the fireplace back at Lettenhove Hall, logs burning in the hearth. The family dog was at their feet, and hanging from the festively trimmed mantelpiece were three red stockings, each with a name embroidered in white thread below the fluffy white trim. 

 Julia, Alfred, and Jasper.

 They could’ve at least pretended there was a place for their son in the family home by hanging a stocking for him.

 Geralt lifted his head when he heard a weary sigh from the other side of the room, looking away from the lunch he’d been preparing to where his boyfriend sat at the kitchen counter, phone in hand as his coffee sat neglected. 

 “What is it now?” he asked, wiping his hands on a tea towel as he padded across the kitchen, leaning against the counter across from the musician. 

 Jaskier let out another sigh, putting down his phone to slide it across the surface to Geralt, showing him his mother’s oh so perfect Christmas morning without her failure of a son present to ruin things. 

 “Ah,” Geralt responded, swiping up on the screen to close the cursed app for Jaskier, saving him from looking at the offending picture and caption much longer. 

 “It’s fine,” Jaskier said, aiming for noncommittal but knowing he’d missed the mark by miles. Geralt sighed quietly, moving around the counter to wrap an arm around his boyfriend, holding him close and kissing the warm spot behind his ear that always made the brunet shudder. 

 “It is fine, because we’re gonna have a great holiday,” Geralt told him firmly, his large palm resting against Jaskier’s chest pressing against him, right over his steadily beating heart. Jaskier grinned to himself then, turning slightly on the stool to look up at the love of his life fondly. 

 “We are, aren’t we?” He leaned up for a kiss then, capturing warm, plush lips with his own and shuddering as strong arms enveloped him, Geralt stepping closer into the gap between his thighs and crowding him against the counter as his tongue slipped past Jaskier’s lips. 

 Yeah, they’d have a fine holiday without the judgement of the Pankratzes, thank you. 

 ——————————

 A week feels like no time at all when you’re having the time of your life. 

 Geralt and Jaskier were at Geralt’s family home just like every year, in the company of his two dads and his three brothers, ex wife and her new wife and their adopted daughter. Lambert had brought a guest this time, a “friend from work” called Aiden. Jaskier immediately bonded with the other outsider, welcoming him into the fold alongside himself and Triss.

 Geralt, as the eldest of the brood, would pretend like he was somehow above his two younger brothers and their shenanigans. Jaskier knew better, having seen -year after year- endless drinking games, dick punches, unplanned wrestling matches, and various other stupid feats of physical endurance that usually ended with Jaskier kissing Geralt’s bruises and rubbing his aching joints on an evening. He’d had no doubts that this year would be much of the same. 

 The week between the two holidays was spent eating too much good food, like always. Eskel and Ciri had spent hours in the kitchen, and having roped in Aiden this year, there were cakes, fresh bread, and elaborate meals aplenty. There’d been too many drinks, too, with Jaskier curled up in Geralt’s lap, drinking a glass of wine which kept mysteriously being topped up while Geralt sipped at a glass of scotch.

 When New Year’s Eve did roll around, Jaskier couldn’t help but feel a little miserable. Another year unwanted, he found himself thinking as he scrolled Facebook again, speeding past bullshit updates from his family, not caring to see their annual ball, the pretentious bullshit, and some horribly passive comments about Julian not being present. 

 He was torn out of his thoughts by Ciri, the preteen throwing spindly arms around his waist and beaming up at him with the full power of the sun. God, he loved this family. He ruffled his as-good-as stepdaughter’s hair before he wrapped his arms around her, hoisting her up the couple of inches he could manage and making her shriek with laughter. 

 He would not let his parents ruin his time, he wouldn’t. 

 Later, with the party in full swing and a few too many glasses of what Vesemir had dubbed White Gull, a horrifyingly strong mix of just about every bottle in his liquor cabinet that the Rivias all swore blindly was a punch, Jaskier was content. Content, but… Well. He couldn’t help but feel a tinge of regret, like he was missing something by not being at that stupid snooty fucking ball.

 “What’s up?” A voice pulled him out of his thoughts as Lambert flopped down next to him, his red curls bouncing. Jaskier sighed, looking down at the empty glass in his hands before glancing up at his friend, a surprising amount of sincerity in the man’s eyes. 

 “‘S just this time of year,” he answered with a tiny shrug, biting his lip nervously. Lambert nodded at his side, and Jaskier almost jumped when a large hand landed on his knee, patting him gently, comfortingly.

 “Family can fucking suck, mate. Especially the Pankratzes.” Lambert’s voice had a definite teasing lilt to it, and a quick glance at the redhead’s face revealed a playful smirk. Jaskier huffed a laugh in response, aiming his elbow for Lambert’s ribs and laughing harder when he made contact, knocking a winded sound from him.

 “I’m a Pankratz, numb nuts!” But Jaskier was still laughing, a warm feeling bubbling through him. He hadn’t ever really felt a sense of family, not since he was a kid, but here with Geralt and his ridiculous family, he felt like he had somewhere he could belong.

 “Whatever you say…” Lambert responded, bumping his shoulder into Jaskier’s with a little smirk before he got to his feet again. He reached a hand out and ruffled the brunet’s hair, cackling and walking away as his hand was slapped, Jaskier smiling to himself as he tried to straighten it back out.

 The night went on as expected, with Ciri on a sugar high charging round the house and Eskel holding an ice pack to a bruise blooming on his jawbone after a stray hit from one of his brothers. Jaskier had lost track of Geralt at some point, but he’d popped back up at around eleven thirty, an arm wrapped around his boyfriend’s narrow waist and chin resting on his shoulder.

 “Come here often, handsome?” Geralt joked, the smile on his face audible. Jaskier laughed brightly, patting Geralt’s hand with his own and turning his head to kiss him sweetly, lips lingering for a moment. The two men stayed like that for a long moment, swaying slightly to music.

 “Hey,” Geralt’s voice was soft, close enough to Jaskier’s ears to make him shiver, and his arm tightened around the brunet’s narrow waist briefly. Jaskier hummed in response, inhaling his boyfriend’s warm scent before blinking blue eyes open slowly. He hummed in response, frowning softly when Geralt’s arm dropped away only to snatch up his hand, tugging to pull Jaskier around to face him.

 “What is it, love?” Jaskier asked, a slight uneasy feeling bubbling up in his stomach. He watched as Geralt swallowed and licked his lips, honey warm eyes flickering from Jaskier’s eyes to his lips, down to their joined hands and back up again. He let out a huffed breath before chuckling to himself, a sure sign to Jaskier that he was nervous.

 “I uh. I’ve been doing some thinking…” the silver-haired man started, giving Jaskier’s hands a soft squeeze as he bit down on his lower lip, tongue flicking out to wet plush pink lips before he continued. “About family, and what it means. Who family are.”

 Jaskier nodded, confusion no doubt writ across his face, but he smiled all the same, encouraging Geralt to continue. He wasn’t always the best with his words, so he’d tread as carefully as he could.

 “You’re family, Jaskier. My family.” Oh. Jaskier nodded softly, his eyes prickling with tears he would not shed. He watched Geralt inhale deeply before he spoke again, the bigger man’s eyes uncharacteristically wet.

 “Julian Rivia has a nice ring to it, right?” Geralt was clearly aiming for casual, but the slight waver in his voice gave away his nerves.

 Jaskier was stunned. Was Geralt saying what he thought he was?

 “Marry me, Jask.”

 Jaskier couldn’t speak. The world seemed to narrow down to just the two of them, the feeling of Geralt’s large hands holding his, the warmth of his breath on Jaskier’s skin as he waited for a response, bottom lip pulled between his teeth to worry at the thin skin. 

 He nodded first, his mouth hanging open slightly. As Jaskier squeezed Geralt’s hands back, though, he found his voice.

 “Yes! Yes, of course!” Jaskier could feel his eyes prickling with tears as he let go of his boyfriend’s— no, his fiancé’s hands so he could throw his arms around his neck, clinging onto the other man like his life depended on it. Face buried in Geralt’s neck, Jaskier didn’t notice when the whole of his— their family turned their eyes on them, but the loud cheer from Coen was impossible to ignore.

 Lifting his head with a wet laugh, Jaskier wiped the tears from his eyes before leaning up to capture Geralt’s lips with his own for a deep kiss, tongue teasing at the spot Geralt had kept biting down on before sweeping into his fiancé’s mouth. A wolf whistle had them both laughing, Geralt resting his forehead against his as he smiled.

 “He said yes!” Geralt called over his shoulder to another round of cheers. The wind was suddenly knocked out of Geralt from behind as Ciri barrelled into her dad, clinging to him excitedly. She was followed by Vesemir and Filavandrel , the two men smiling proudly.

 “Welcome to the family, son.” Vesemir’s voice was a warm, rumbling thing, his eyes and his smile kind and inviting. A large hand clapped Jaskier’s shoulder before he was wrapped up in the old man’s arms, and truly, Jaskier had never felt more like he belonged.

 The sound of fireworks outside interrupted them, Vesemir letting go of Jaskier with a fond smile and stepping away, taking his own husband’s hand and leading their family to the open patio doors.

 “Happy New Year, Geralt,” Jaskier’s voice was slightly shaky still, too many emotions running through him. Geralt didn’t seem to mind, though, instead giving the brunet another soft kiss, large hands stroking down his back to his waist, holding him close as fireworks lit up the sky.

tagging @jaskierswolf, @kueble, @thepassifloradiscord on request :3

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #fanfiction #fluff #manda writes

[amandaoftherosemire]

Guys! I’m doing it again! 😳😳😳

#I AM working on Second Sight #I swear! #I’m just writing thousands of unrelated words also #Manda rambles #Manda writes #pants writes #pantswrites

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @mk-writes-stuff and @somethingclevermahogony!

Character Voice Tag

My lines are: “That’s really sweet of you!” and "How do you feel?"

Because I've got a new wip, I'm gonna do half with my usual cast, half with the new folks!

--Honor's Outcasts and Mortal God--

Izjik: "Aw, that's super sweet of you! I don't know what I did to deserve a thing like this, but thank you kindly anyhow!"

Sepo: "That was... that was a kind thing to say, even if I still half-think you're lying. ...Thanks."

Twenari: "Oh, you didn't have to! But, thank you regardless; that was a wonderful gesture."

Djek: "You really think that? I don't know what to say. You're making me blush, man!"

Astra: "Well, that was a right sweet thing to say, darlin'."

Mashal: "Oh, uh... You think that about me? I mean, th-thank you!"

Ivander: "Stop it, you're so sweet you'll dissolve my teeth. And they're halfway there already. I can't afford such a thing, even from you."

--Master and Apprentice (title pending)--

Bayl: "You look pale as fuck, old man. You about to keel over or something?"

Heshorian: "Oh my, you don't look well. Are you dizzy at all? Nauseous? Sad, maybe? I feel nauseous when I get sad sometimes. Gods, now I'm oversharing, my apologies."

Pherrin: "You are making a sad expression. Why? You have nothing to mimic sadness over. There's no need to pretend."

Daila: "There, there, dear. You don't look so good. Is there anything I can do to make it better?"

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I'll tag @the-finch-address @dontcrywrite @elritze @midi4ri0love and anyone else who wants in!

Your line is: "Aren't you forgetting something?"

#new MandA crew! #we've got a siren who hasnt lost her cult programing #a necromancer #a paranoid street kid with a soft spot for animals #and a hoity toity alchemist #writing #writerscommunity #writblr #my ocs

[jorvikpov]

While you turned your eyes away for what felt like no more than a moment, the island stepped away from the firm, safe embrace of summer and into autumn’s melancholy gold. Now, the sun hangs low in the sky even though the evening is still early, and its golden beams shine with as much warmth it could possibly muster over the southwestern ocean. A gentle wind blows along the shore, rustling every leaf and every blade of grass in its way, and despite your coat you shiver just a little.

You do not think of how she would have loved this evening. You do not think of how she might have been standing right where you are, watching the last rays of sun slowly disappear from the ruins’ stone walls, or how she might have sat in her kitchen over a cup of tea lit up by the golden evening light, or how she might have been tending to her garden in the ever-colder breeze, taking special care of the roses as their bloom slowly came to an end. By now, of course, they have already wilted, but it was all too early this year. The gardeners knew something was terribly, terribly wrong, they said, when overnight their rose bushes withered and died, their thriving garden suddenly no more than a mess of crumpled, brown decay.

The ruins are filled with all those who loved her and all those she loved. At the edge of the cliff overlooking the Jarl’s tomb and spilling out into the meadow of wildflowers stands, secluded, a large group of Druids clad in the same sort of silvery grey robes as always, hoods pulled up further and hems sewn longer than you have ever seen before. By what once was the corner of the Abbey stands the stargazer—or, as he would prefer to be known today, Elizabeth’s closest friend—with his gaze fixed on the darkest point of the sky and something like anticipation in his eyes, as if expecting to see a constellation that wasn’t there before. The innermost circle of the Keepers of Aideen has gathered around the central altar, so completely and entirely silent that they are a stark contrast to even the rest of the gathering, and in the centre of the half-circle they form lies a lone red rose. It bloomed this morning in the lovingly cared for wild bushes outside her cottage, one of its kind in the crowd of withered flowers surrounding it, and it will remain bright for as long as it is remembered and loved.

Even long after the memorial ends and the sun sets, your group of five remains on the edge of the cliff overlooking the sea. When you finally leave, all of the Abbey’s candles have long since burnt out, the stars are so bright and countless that all of them cannot possibly have been there before, and left behind on one of the many memorial stones is a small, pink crystal.

By morning, even though it is far too early for the seasons to change, the wind will have turned and brought in a thick, chilling fog, and every one of Jorvik’s countless trees will be a vibrant shade of yellow. You will hear it, then, as a whisper in the rustling leaves, just as clearly as you will feel it in the sting of cold morning air in your lungs and see it in afternoon’s golden sunbeams disappearing over the horizon far too soon: even the island itself cannot remain the same without her.

#sso #star stable #star stable online #ssoblr #jorvikpov #no post next week as I prepare to move forward from this gigantic milestone in the story #I plan to post again Tuesday the 26th at 15:30 CET and from then on make that my weekly posting time #thank you all so much for your likes reblogs follows and lovely lovely words in the tags this week #I hope this post makes for a worthy wrap up (as devastating as it is) #I apologise for this one as well but I also have cried kind of a lot while writing it. so I feel like the price is paid already #oh and a special thank you to Manda for helping make this even more devastating than it already was

[hellcatrising]

Look what just arrived. 🦉 ✉️

@venulus

#honestly one of these days ill get better at writing with my left hand #then Clavis wont be writing so bad #manda mumbles #ikemen prince #clavis lelouch #lelouchian writings

[jorvikzelda]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Stable (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alex Cloudmill/Maya Dew Characters: Alex Cloudmill, Maya Dew, Elli (Star Stable), Tin-Can (Star Stable) Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, Established Relationship, No Angst, One Shot, Pre-Canon, Sort Of, before MC meets the Soul Riders at least

Summary:

The bridge to the Harvest Counties is broken. Unfortunately for Alex Cloudmill, this means the distance she has to travel to get to her girlfriend's house has at least doubled, and the shortcut Maya told her about only seems to complicate the journey further.

Or: five times Alex Cloudmill does't know about the fording place between the Riding Arena and the Forgotten Fields and one time she does.

#sso #ssoblr #star stable #star stable online #sso fic #mayalex #z writes #NEW TAG FOR MY FIC WAHOO #thank you again manda weeekly101 for your input <3 even that which I have chosen to ignore.

[shiroselia]

So did you guys know that I write other stuff? Because I sure didn't!

Chapters: 1/1 (Yes I can write one-shots!) Words: 1 772 Rating: Teen and Up Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship(s): Fu Xuan/Jing Yuan Characters: Fu Xuan, Jing Yuan

Fu Xuan POV, Third Person Past Tense (Yes, I can write that!). Character study-esque and Incredibly shippy. I love Fu Xuan, I love Jing Yuan, I love FuYuan. I loved writing this so incredibly much, please enjoy!

#hsr #honkai star rail #jing yuan #fu xuan #jingfu #fuyuan #I think I'm the only mfer who calls them FuYuan but I think it flows really nicely so whoptido #Thank you Lumi for hyping the shit out of me and this fic the two days it took to concept and write it #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #writing #hsr fanfic #hsr fandom #Mandas Star Rail Fics

[pierswife]

Cedrik big brother moments

Here he was. Sitting in his living room listening to girl problems. Since when did he fucking listen to girl problems?

General audience, this is NOT a romantic fic Cedrik and Sylvia are found family that's his little sister, no trigger warnings besides some vulgarity, Cedrik is so fucking tired let him sleep.

Which, by the way! I made a new Pokemon OC! I'll hopefully be able to show her off a bit more soon once I get her lore doc started.

Cedrik didn't know how he got here, but somehow he ended up with a crying Sylvie on his couch at 3AM. He stayed quiet as he listened to her ramble on, most of the information going in one ear and out of the other. Fuck, he was tired. He didn't sleep well in general, but this week was rough as hell. He just wanted to go back to bed. At least close his damn eyes for a bit if he couldn't sleep. But no. Here he was. Sitting in his living room listening to girl problems. Since when did he fucking listen to girl problems?

“A-And then Alfred. I can't believe that he…” Sylvie sniffled. The name made Cedrik perk up.

“You mean that shitehawk you've been datin'?” Cedrik asked. He never fucking liked the guy. Cedrik thought he was full of himself, but that dude was on a whole other level. And of course Sylvie, as much as he begrudgingly cared about the cailín, didn't see it. No matter how much he would warn her, she never listened. It made him wonder: was she just blind, stupid, or both?

“Ced! Be nice!” the younger woman hiccuped before she wiped at her eyes again. Cedrik clicked his tongue and leaned back into the couch. Still defending the tool even though… Then it clicked.

“He's the reason you've been cryin’, isn't he, Sylvia?” His voice dropped into a threatening grumble as he said this. He sat up again, turning his full attention to Sylvie.

“N-No! Maybe! Yes! I-It's complicated, Cedrik!” she cried out. Her hands balled up into fists in her lap. “I really thought he liked me, Ced! I really liked him! It's not fair! He… Was I just a game to him or something!?” Normally when she was complaining because of Alfred, it was over something silly like him forgetting something important, like a holiday or birthday, or because he got her the wrong candy. But this was different; she was legitimately crying this time. She wasn't crying over something stupid for once. Fuck, what did he miss while he was barely listening? How did he not pick up on her actually being upset? It sounded like Alfred was only dating her because he was bored. That reminded him of a certain someone he saw in the mirror every morning… Shit. Maybe he really wasn't much better than that tosser. Well, at least he didn't try to play with people's feelings on purpose. Cedrik sighed as he watched her sob again.

“Awright, then,” he mumbled as he stood up. He didn't need to know exactly what Alfred did, but seeing Sylvie like this because of some guy? He couldn't fucking stand it… Yeah, that was reason enough. He was pissed off that he couldn't sleep, anyway; he could stand to blow off some steam. Without a word, Cedrik set a brisk pace as he walked toward the door, snatching up his jacket as he did.

“Wait. Cedrik. Where are you going?”

“Just goin’ to go ‘ave a little… Talk. Yeah. A little talk with the guy.”

“Ced. Cedrik, no. Stop!”

“I just goin’ to talk with ‘im.”

“Cedrik, I know you! You're being ridiculous!” Cedrik ignored her. Alfred had it fucking coming.

“I'm just goin’ to beat the shite outta ‘im.”

#data log: manda writes #it feels nice to just write little things like this tbh... #small little things to help establish character stuff #also helps shake off the rp rust giyfiyvy #oc: cedrik arthur (pkmn) #oc: sylvia williams (pkmm)

[starrylevi]

Levi doesn’t get how you find The Sims entertaining.

 “It’s a virtual dollhouse.” He tells you. “That’s what so great about it!” You retort. “Whatever floats your boat…” He mutters to himself. He says this but he makes sure you have all the sims 4 packs (there are A LOT of them). And when one is coming out, He’ll listen to you passionately explain the premise of the pack. “When it comes out, just let me know.” He’ll give you his credit card info so you can charge it as he doesn’t want you to spend any of your money.

“I made us in the Sims!” You excitedly sit in Levi’s lap with your laptop in hand.

“Hm?” Levi places his chin on the crook of your neck as his hands gently graze the sides of your thighs.

“The Sims!” You exclaim again. “Look, there’s you and there’s me…” Your finger points out each of your sims on the screen. “Oh, and we have a child together!” Levi’s eyes follow your finger as you point at the child sim. “Her name is Kuchel.”

You feel Levi tense up behind you for a moment. “Wait…what’s her name?”

“Kuchel.” You repeat, quieter this time. “Sorry, I can change her name if you don’t feel comfortable with it.” You add quickly.

Levi’s expression softens; he stays silent for a moment before speaking again. “...Can you make her?” He asks you quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Your mom?” You turn slightly so you can see his face.

He nods to confirm.

 “Of course, I'll do my best.” You tell him with a soft smile.

You ask Levi to describe her to you, his eyes filled with fondness as he recalls her features and her personality. You spend hours on the Kuchel sim, wanting her to look and be as accurate as possible.

After a few days, you show Levi the finished product in the game as you have the Kuchel sim interact with the Levi sim. You look at Levi for a brief moment while the Sims are speaking to each other. The expression on his face is hard to read. It’s a mix of pleasant surprise, awe, and sadness.

“Is it okay, is there anything I should change?” You ask him, worried you didn’t capture her likeness as you watch him study her.

He silently shakes his head. “No…she’s perfect.” 

You tell Levi he’s more than welcome to play whenever he wants. You’re surprised when he does take you up on that offer. He picks up on the mechanics quickly and soon he has the whole family (Your sim, Levi’s sim, your daughter, and Kuchel) traveling all over the world, going on adventures, and trying new things together. At one point you suggest the Levi sim and the Kuchel sim spend some time alone together and Levi does just that, taking them to coffee and tea shops, having them take walks in the park, and going to the library. As you and Levi continue to play together, you learn more about Kuchel as some of the actions in the game trigger different memories of his mother.

Levi doesn’t say it but he’s thankful for this silly little game you introduced him to because he can now have a cup of tea with his mother, even if it’s only pretend.

#I was thinking about playing the sims since I haven't played in the world with the Levi sim and I just thought about how Levi would react #I didn't mean for it to turn into this now I'm crying in the club #My actual heart #levi #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x reader #levi x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi x y/n #levi drabble #levi fluff #levi hurt/comfort #manda writes

[kingeomer]

I Remember When You Were Here (Darling Please Come Home)

Geralt/Jaskier / rated teen / 1,401 words / ao3.

i wrote this back in december as a christmas gift for my darling @reveniemus. pining bard waiting for his witcher to return from war arrive at kaer morhen, anyone?

 Jaskier was stressed. Geralt had left him on the Path, handed him over to his brother like it was nothing. 

 “You two go on ahead. I’ll deal with this,” Geralt had said, checking his swords were securely fastened to Roach before he hoisted himself up onto her back, patting a hand over her neck once settled. Jaskier had opened his mouth to argue, insistent on following his witcher anywhere, only to be cut off by a hand gesture. 

 “You need to go, Jaskier. Any longer and the pass will be unsafe. Go.” Geralt’s tone left no room for arguments as he gathered up Roach’s reins, flicking gently to encourage her on. The witcher stopped close to Jaskier and leaned down, a hand brushing through shaggy chestnut hair. “I’ll be with you soon, Julek. I promise.” His voice was low as he spoke, amber eyes soft. Geralt turned to Eskel then, meeting his eyes before he spoke again. “Keep him safe, Wolf.” He waited for his brother to nod in response before he clicked his tongue at Roach, spurring his most faithful companion into moving.

 Jaskier had taken two steps to follow Geralt only for a hand to stop him, tugging him back. “Come, Bard. Best do as he says.” Eskel’s voice rumbled, eyes kind as he gently squeezed his fingers around Jaskier’s wrist. They watched as witcher and horse were lost amidst the leafless trees, leaving them alone in the cold wintry forest with nowhere else to go but onwards. 

 That had been two and a half weeks ago, and Jaskier’s anger, his bitterness, and his sense of dread had only grown worse.

 It had taken a week and a half to complete the trek, a hard climb halfway up a mountain with Jaskier’s strength sapping as it got colder with each passing day. They’d made camp as often as they could, Eskel casting igni to keep a fire going and wrapping the bard in as many layers as he could spare, well aware the journey was taking its toll on the human as he shivered in his sleep. 

 The last couple of days of their hike Eskel had had to carry Jaskier for stretches, cradling him like a child as he shuddered, extremities feeling like ice under the wolf’s hands. 

 Jaskier’s first day within the keep had been spent thawing out, buried under thick furs and woolen blankets in front of a roaring fire, with bowls of hearty stew and mugs of ale. 

 He woke up flushed warm the following day, sweaty under too many layers and skin prickly with the heat. Exploring the crumbling remains of the old witcher keep had calmed Jaskier’s mind a little that morning, a chill winter breeze and the fresh scent of snow and pine in the air relaxing, allowing him to catalogue his thoughts. 

 It was winter, he was in the legendary home of wolf witchers, and he was safe. He was safe, but Geralt was not. He was somewhere out there still, having foolishly taken a detour to help a family deal with a drowner nest close to their cabin. Jaskier had to hope Geralt was back on the path, taking the winding trail up through the snow and ice, else he might not make it before the weather conditions became too treacherous. 

 Melitele preserve him, but Jaskier would wring the bastard witcher’s neck when he finally showed his face. The last six days had been spent pacing the corridors of Kaer Morhen, chewing his nails down to the wick and snapping at the slightest provocation. 

 The Wolves refused to be scared off, however. Eskel would sit with him and chat quietly, keeping Jaskier’s mind busy and full with stories of his adventures. Lambert would tease him gently, poking and prodding him out of his shell and into performing some of his songs. And Vesemir, the leader of the pack, was ever ready with a warm hand on Jaskier’s back, a quiet word in his ear to comfort. He’d bring the bard food and sit with him saying nothing at all, simply sharing his presence. When they did have conversations, they’d be about Geralt, what he was like before Jaskier knew him, and sometimes about the boy he’d been before the trials. 

 Jaskier missed his Wolf dearly, though.

 The others were fine company in their own rights, but none were Geralt. Nobody compared to his wit, the sparkle in his eyes when he smiled, the warmth of his body curled around Jaskier on a cold night. 

 “Stupid, self sacrificing, noble hearted, moronic witcher,” Jaskier thought as he resumed his pacing in the grand hall. Everyone else was busy with chores, but Vesemir had taken one look at the bard that morning and instructed him to try and relax, a fond look in his eyes as he’d clapped a hand down on Jaskier’s shoulder almost too hard. 

 He’d spent most of the morning wandering the keep and, in Lambert’s words, getting in the gods damned way. Eskel had suggested he try to write, channel his energy into something creative, but he’d thrown his quill and an inkpot out of the open window of the library in frustration. So he’d gone back to pacing, and he was halfway convinced he was wearing a groove into the rugs scattered about the stone floors. 

 An interior door flew open suddenly and Lambert burst into the room, slightly out of breath as he ground to a halt. “Oh, there you are…” the redhead panted a little, flicking wavy hair from his eyes before he strode across the room, shrugging off his own fur cloak and draping it over Jaskier’s shoulders. The bard blinked up at him, confusion clear as day on his face. 

 “Been watching the walls for you. Couldn’t take your pining anymore,” Lambert started to steer Jaskier towards the huge double doors leading out to the courtyard. Despite his words, his tone and his actions belied a fondness for the smaller man. “Geralt broke through the tree line, should come riding in through the gates any minute now.” He finished, guiding Jaskier out into the bitterly cold courtyard. 

 He was almost here? Lambert wouldn’t lie, he was a prickly son of a bitch when he wanted to be, but he wasn’t malicious. 

 Geralt was almost home.

 Jaskier’s heart started pounding, his gaze focused on the heavy gates in the thick stone wall, waiting for it to—

 One side opened slowly as a hooded figure pushed their way inside, ladened down by a large sack on their back. Once inside, they lowered their hood to reveal familiar white hair, and Jaskier started to run.

 “Jaskier!” A voice called out behind him at the same time he shouted “Geralt!” and the witcher by the gate lifted his head in surprise, dropping the sack he carried just in time for Jaskier to throw himself at him, clinging to Geralt with arms and legs as he all but leapt into his lover’s arms.

 “You’re here!” Jaskier spoke into Geralt’s neck, arms tightening impossibly around the other man as if he’d disappear should he let go. Geralt laughed softly —Melitele’s tits, how Jaskier had missed that delightful sound— and wrapped strong arms around the brunet, holding on just as tight as he regained sure footing on the stone courtyard. 

 “I’m here, Julek. I’m here,” Geralt responded, cheek pressed to the top of the bard’s head as he breathed him in deeply. Jaskier lifted his head then to take in the witcher fully, a smile splitting his face for a moment before he closed the gap between them, lips seeking out Geralt’s for a desperate, breathless kiss.

 They broke apart to quiet applause as Lambert and Eskel descended on them, the youngest wolf whistling before he laughed. They both seemed to know better than to interfere, one gathering up Geralt’s belongings while the other led Roach inside, only pausing to clap Geralt on the back as the two men remained locked in a tight embrace, foreheads pressed together as they soaked one another in. 

 Finally, Jaskier let his legs slip from their place around Geralt’s waist, feet touching solid ground with strong hands supporting him round the waist. He smiled up at Geralt then, brushing calloused fingers through soft, tangled white waves fondly. 

 “Welcome home, Wolf,” Jaskier beamed, laughing as Geralt leaned in to claim his mouth in another deep kiss.

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #fluff #fanfiction #manda writes

[delirious-donna]

Picture Perfect [Kiba Inuzuka]

an: for my beloved bestie, @tired-biscuit, who more than deserves to be taken out on a date by her best boy, Kiba! I really hope you like it, my dear ^^

prompt: Kiba sweeps Manda off her feet

pairing: Kiba Inuzuka x tired-biscuit

warnings: suggestive in places, bags of fluffy goodness, teasing and maybe a lil kiss? teehee!

You paced the floor, long legs eating up the space in your apartment as if it were nothing. Fingers twisting in nervous agitation, lip tucked tightly beneath your teeth as you faced the mirror for the hundredth time.

He said casual but comfortable, didn’t he? This is casual, yeah? Yeah.

Denim shorts sat snugly against your thighs, a pastel pink t-shirt that showed off just a hint of the summer tan on your midriff and simple black converse. You looked cute, confident and carefree – if only you felt it too.

There was no more time for the gut-wrenching worry that churned in your stomach, not when the cacophony of door knocks assaulted your ears.

Your date rapped on the wood as if it were his own personal instrument, knocking out a hideous beat that he probably thought was amazing, but to those that had any sort of musical ear, knew to be simply a din.

Barely a second had passed before he was calling through the door, “c’mon sweetheart, open up! It’s time to get a move on.”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach, their delicate wings tickling against your sides with every step you took until you were pulling the door open, and there he was. 

Kiba stood in your doorway, one arm braced on the frame whilst the other was stuck deep in his pocket. He offered a wide sunshine smile, the one that was full of sharp teeth and riotous delight.

Your mouth ran dry at the mere sight of him; the towering menace dressed in casual jeans with rips on the knees, a plain white t-shirt that fit his muscled torso to perfection and topped with an open plaid checked shirt. Fuck - he was godly, and the annoying thing was that he knew it.

His smile twisted into something wolfish, the gleam in his warm amber eyes sparkling in the sunlight and his chest puffed at you drinking him in like someone that had been lost in the desert without water.

“I suggest,” he crooned, waiting for your baby blues to lock with his before continuing, “that we get moving or I’m gonna be forced to ask you to let me in.”

The blush was quick to rise to the apples of your cheeks, and heat cascaded over your skin, twisting into something else in your abdomen. The meek squeak you offered in reply only made him chuckle down at you, eyeing your finger that wrapped around a strand of your blonde hair.

“I’m ready, but where are we going? You could have at least told me that much, you menace.”

You hip-checked him, turning to lock your door as he stepped into your personal space like he owned it.

“A menace am I?” He asked, looming over you to cast a shadow over the key you were desperately fumbling to place in the lock.

Fingers danced down your sides, tickling with intent, forcing squeals of laughter from you that made his heart soar and his ego inflate.

It was nice to touch you, to feel how tender you were under his strong hands and Kiba decided that although it might seem forward, he was going to prolong this tactile indulgence.

He snorted at the pitiful growl you levelled at him, found it downright adorable that you were trying to hold your ground with him and he held up his hands in mock surrender. 

“Hey now, don’t hurt me, sweetheart.”

You could only roll your eyes, flustered to the nth degree and you hadn’t even made it into the street yet.

Kiba grabbed at a rucksack that you hadn’t noticed, slinging it on his shoulder and reaching out with his free hand.

For a second you simply stared at it. The large palm with visible callouses along the ridges and long fingers that were thick and more than capable of squeezing the life from you.

Not to mention the arms that were attached to them. It was like he knew that you had a weakness for a man wearing a shirt and rolling the sleeves to the elbows.

No one had the right to look this damn tasty.

Your hand looked so small in his mammoth mitt, and Kiba swallowed harshly as he carefully wrapped his fingers around yours. Hoping you didn’t notice the bob of his Adam’s apple as he fought to keep his remaining brain cells from falling out of his head.

“Thought I’d take you on my favourite hike, it’s one I’ve done thousands of times with Akamaru and it can be real pretty in the summer,” he enthused, ruffling his chestnut hair as you watched him closely.

It was strange how his tone had changed in that one sentence, how it had shifted into something sincere and sweet. A change from the normal teasing tone that accompanied his words, and you melted a little at the thought he was opening up to you.

Kiba ‘tease you til you tear your hair out’ Inuzuka was willingly showing you his softer side, making you bloom before his amber eyes.

“Sounds like fun, should I grab some water?” You thumbed back towards your apartment.

“I’ve got you covered, no worries.”

He patted the bag on his shoulder and pulled you gently into a stroll towards the edge of the village.

~

The hike took around two hours, and Kiba had been right, it was very picturesque. 

Thankfully, the terrain was fairly smooth and the incline not too steep, which allowed for conversation and plenty of laughter.

The fanged menace was the perfect guide, pointing out spots along the way that held particular memories and patiently waiting as you snapped photos of the gorgeous flora and fauna.

Of course, that didn’t mean that all his teasing and rambunctious behaviour had disappeared, oh heavens no. He had delighted in your screams as he chased you in and out of the trees until one arm was hooked around your middle, your feet kicking against nothing but air.

It was impossible not to fall victim to the joy that elicited, even if he was a little rough around the edges, his heart was always in the right place and you loved that about him.

As you approached the edge of a lake, you paused as Kiba dropped his bag and stretched out his limbs with a pop. The white t-shirt rode up his muscled torso, affording you a glimpse of the tanned skin beneath and the trail of dark hair that perfectly matched his tousled head.

“Are we stopping for a rest?”

He rumbled in response, distracted by his rooting through the bag and pulling endless things out as if the insides were capable of holding more than they first seemed to.

You blinked in surprise as a picnic was laid out under the shelter of a large sakura tree. It was rustic, you had to admit it, but the fact that Kiba had gone to this effort meant more than any immaculate spread could have done.

It was his turn to act shy, red irritation tracing up the sides of his neck until they reached the tips of his ears. He didn’t quite know how to return to the comfortable exchanges of only moments ago, not when he was sitting this close.

He admired your cute smiling face, the way you looked like you were winking as a grin split your face and the dimples were almost too much. Too sweet like he had a sticky toffee stuck fast between his teeth.

Kiba stared at you from where his head rested on your lap enjoying how your fingers twirled so carefree through his golden-kissed chestnut hair, and he wanted to steal that smile away.

Why was Kiba staring so intensely and why had his eyes sharpened like he was a predator stalking its prey? An awareness shot up your spine a fraction of a second before he was pinning you to the soft blanket. His face inches away, inhaling your scent as if it was the best thing he had ever drawn into his lungs.

You weren’t breathing as his nose rubbed along your own, flecks of salted caramel illuminated in his eyes that were so very close and the weight of his body slowly lowering upon you.

“Can I - can I taste you?”

The gasp was sharp that left your lips, lashes blinking rapidly as you managed to scramble for the remains of your mental faculties. The white gleam of his sharp fangs caught the afternoon sun, making him appear more beast-like and it only heightened your feelings towards him.

“Since when did you ask permission?”

Arms snaked around his neck, pulling him in effortlessly to close the gap as lips met in a kiss that would never be forgotten.

Kiba had never tasted anything so perfect, and he would never get enough...

Event link here.

#delirious writes #delirious500 #kiba inuzuka #kiba x manda #kiba self ship #bestie biscuit

[nimata-beroya]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Katkris Pex & Volas Pex, Volas Pex/Ardynn Stazi Characters: Katkris Pex (Original Mandalorian Character), Volas Pex (Original Mandalorian Character), Ardynn Stazi (Original Mandalorian Character), Krej the strill (Original Character), Original Mandalorian Characters (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Mandalorian Adoption (Star Wars), Family Fluff, Blood and Injury, Background Character Death, Earthquakes, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Kid Fic Series: Part 1 of The Warrior & the Ice Vulture Summary: In the vast, cruel galaxy, a baby gets lucky.

A LITTLE SURPRISE TO CELEBRATE MAY THE 4TH!! (I’m still on time). Introducing my newest OC, Katkris.

More about her below!

This is her, when all grown up!

#my ocs #oc: katkris pex #mandalorian oc #the bad batch #tbb #the clone wars #gai bal manda #the warrior and the ice vulture #mare writes star wars #happy may the fourth #may the 4th be with you

[hellcatrising]

Dumb shit I'd do at Comte's mansion:

I made it under the cut because it was longer than expected.

*hides all the garlic because I'm too embarrassed to ask if it's a real thing.

*remembers all the vampire romance novels I read randomly* "you know I read this book once about this vampire king.....*stops mid way remembering the spicy details of said book and aborts awkwardly. *ahem* "it was pretty good...."

At some point I will ask if anyone knows Alucard. "I think he also goes by the name Adrian Tepes....?"

*overthinks the garlic thing and takes it from the hiding spot. Proceeds to throws it all out but at some point I'll get caught by someone.

I would fall on Leonardo while he is naping at some point.

Would nap WITH Leonardo.

Sebastian would yell at me because I get distracted too much while doing chores around the mansion.

Would probably try to flirt with Arthur but chicken out half way through after realizing I have no social skills what so ever.

Would totally ask Sebastian if I could read his diary about the residence and if he refused I would plan a heist.

It would fail horribly.

I'd leave my window open for Dazai.

I couldn't speak to Comte.

Like at all.

He would say something as simple as good morning and I would get so flustered.

I'd be so shy around him that he'd probably think I hated him.

Really I'm just intimated by his incredible good looks and charm.

And the one time I do get enough courage to talk to him I'd be something really dumb like,

"Hey, so, do you take requests?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Like...hypothetically...if there were someone in history I REALLY wanted to have a conversation with....and I made a request could you turn him? I didnt know if there was like a suggestion box or if i just...ask..."

*long silence*

"I'm asking for a friend....."

*deep sigh*

"I've already told Sebastian that wasn't how it works..."

"Oh...ok...thank you..."

*Leaves without admitting it was my own request*

And finally...once I became drunk or just comfortable with everyone "so do the fangs really make the victim orgasm....?"

I think I would make friends with Arthur or Dazai the quickest so it would probably be one of them.

God I'd be so screwed

Bonus:

*Theodorus to Comte

"When the fuck are you getting that door up and running again?"

"I'm working on it. Why?"

"The pancakes are either burnt or undercooked." *very upset he hasn't had decent pancakes since I arrived*

"Shes trying her best. Just slather them in syrup like you always do."

"Were out of syrip BECAUSE SHE USES IT ALL ON HERS!...she also brings stray cats home and you know how I feel about that."

#i need to go to bed #but i had been wanting to write that for a while. #what would yours be though #everyone add to the thread #manda mumbles #ikemen vampire #comte de saint germain #leonardo da vinci #arthur conan doyle #theodorus van gogh #vincent van gogh #dazai osamu #napoleon bonaparte #jean d'arc #william shakespeare #ikemen vampire vlad #johann georg faust #ikemen vampire charles #ikemen vampire sebastian #mozart

[jorvikzelda]

Fuck it. yall are getting mayalex fic tonight

#im just gonna give it a good look over and see if there's anything to smooth out #and then write a little summary #but it's been already been betad by the brilliant manda weeekly101 and she thought it was great so #she did also advise me to not post until tomorrow but what does she expect after spending the entire day telling me to not follow rules #z talks

[shiroselia]

Summary: Kafka bothers Silver Wolf while she's grinding her gacha games. Silver Wolf is mildly amused at best. Although it might not be that bad to be interrupted by your hot girlfriend with nice legs. Not always, at least. Rating: Teen and Up (No Archive Warnings Apply) Relationship + Characters: Kafka/Silver Wolf, Kafka, Silver Wolf (Herta and Blade get One (1) mention each) Word Count: 1 099

Hi, I heard none of you wanted me to write more Star Rail. I wrote more Star Rail. This one's for you, Lumi <3 (And me, very much also for me.)

I like to call this one the Kafka Has Thicc Thighs Propaganda.

#Think I wrote this in like 15 minutes not gonna lie #hsr #honkai star rail #hsr fanfic #writing #ao3 #Kafka #Silver Wolf #Kafka x Silver Wolf #KafWolf #Is that their shipname? #Idonno #Have them they need more they're so good nobody pays them SHIT #This is deadass the shortest thing I've ever written I think #I think that says a lot about me #hsr fandom #Mandas Star Rail fics