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jennyo-thewoods · 10 months
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Dandelion: Sometimes it’s just nice to be wanted.
Geralt: Not by THE LAW DANDELION.
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titles that immediately caught my eye:
tup gets tupped
quinlan falls into a dumpster
fox comes for the 212th
witcher/sentinel
cody cocksucker
I have so many questions. My first is, if I'm only allowed one, can you tell me more about witcher/sentinel? I am freaking vibrating rn, you don't even know
witcher/sentinel is just a little one where I was like ‘what would happen if geralt was accidentally sent through a portal to coruscant?
the poor guy! it would be so loud, there would be no roach companion, and he would have no idea what to do with a turbolift.
and then I was like ok but I love sentinel aus so what if there was a guide who found him, and that guide was a clone on a hunt of their own… and so…here is a snippet…
‘…Wherever it was that the portal had taken Geralt, it was completely alien to him. He was surrounded by fell lights that disoriented his vision, and a great many overwhelming stenches, most of them unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Greater than all of these assaults on his senses however, was the sound. There were monstrous rumbles and whines and screams and shrieks and roars, all around him, and he was brought to his knees as it became far too much for him to try and strain through to work out where the danger was.
To him, it was everywhere.
This turned out to be a greater threat than he had any wherewithal to realise, only two strong arms grabbed him from behind, and he was pulled into a armoured chest and yanked backwards—away from an edge he hadn’t even known was there in his distraction—just as a monstrous metal beast shrieked past, precariously close to where he had been standing.
There was a voice to go with the body, closer than any of the others he could hear, speaking in a tongue he could not parse. But as they continued to speak, he was able to concentrate first on the voice as the owner of it pulled him back into a more shadowed area and moved in front of him, blocking out the hectic surroundings. The scrape of their strange armour was loud, close to his ear, and then as he @zeroed in on them, he was able to capture the dual thud of their two heartbeats, marking them as a mutant, for all it made it easier still to fix his hearing upon them and them alone…’
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Has anyone written any old-fashioned Sentinel AUs for The Witcher?  Or Witcher-influenced fantasy AUs for The Sentinel?  Burly guy with super senses who fights good/twinkish non-action humanities major seems like a transferable dynamic, especially given typical fannish creative license.
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MOONLIT NIGHTS: THE CABIN CHRONICLES
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-> Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x f!reader witch
-> Summary: Geralt of Rivia faces the impossible: he is defeated by a monster and, in the middle of trying to escape after being severally wounded, finds a cabin, where a witch who knows what he needs, cures him.
-> Rating: +18
-> Word count: 2.2k
-> Warnings: smut, kinks including breeding, rough sex, neck biting until blood comes out, degradation, domination, a little bit of praise kink, dirty talking
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-> Notes: i've been rewatching the witcher and reading lots of fanfics, i got so in the mood of writing a piece and i hope you enjoy it! <3
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Geralt of Rivia rode through the dense, ancient Caed Dhu forest, his silver hair glistening in the dappled sunlight that filtered through the leaves. He had been on the path for days, following rumors of a dangerous creature that plagued the nearby village.
As he ventured deeper into the woods, he couldn't shake the feeling that this particular hunt would be different.
In the heart of the treacherous Caed Dhu, Geralt of Rivia, the renowned Witcher, found himself in a dire predicament. A contract had led him deep into the ancient woods, where he faced a foe more formidable than any he had encountered before. The beast, a grotesque hybrid of wolf and wyrm, had proven to be a match for Geralt's skill and swordsmanship.
As the moon hung low in the night sky, Geralt's silver sword clanged against the creature's impenetrable scales. The battle had raged for hours, and his strength waned with every strike. Blood oozed from numerous wounds, staining his armor and leather boots. His trademark white hair clung to his sweat-soaked forehead, and his golden eyes burned with determination.
But in a moment of miscalculation, the beast lunged forward, its jaws snapping shut around Geralt's forearm. Pain seared through his body as his bones cracked, and he let out a roar of agony. With a swift, desperate maneuver, he wrenched his arm free, leaving shreds of flesh in the creature's maw.
Battered and bloodied, Geralt knew he was outmatched. With a heavy heart and aching limbs, he made a fateful decision. He turned and sprinted through the darkened forest, leaving behind the monster he could not defeat. His every step sent waves of agony through his injured arm, but he pushed himself to the limit.
As he escaped, he couldn't help but reflect on his countless battles, his victories, and his unshakable resolve. Yet, this time, survival took precedence over valor. The Caed Dhu closed in around him, a labyrinth of twisted trees and shadowy threats. Geralt, the fearless Witcher, ran for his life, vowing to return to face the beast another day, once he had healed and prepared for the inevitable rematch.
Deep within the heart of the dense and mysterious Caed Dhu, Geralt of Rivia stumbled upon an unexpected sanctuary. The cabin's solitude was a haven for a Witcher in need, a sanctuary where he could mend his battered body and prepare for the inevitable return to the treacherous wilderness.
The cabin stood as a solitary sentinel in the depths of the forest, its timeworn facade hidden beneath a canopy of thick foliage. With aching limbs and a resolve unyielding as steel, Geralt pushed open the creaking door and stepped into the dimly lit interior.
Inside, the air was heavy with the scent of herbs and alchemical concoctions. The flickering candlelight revealed a modest yet well-equipped witch's lair. Shelves lined with vials of potions and bundles of dried herbs stretched to the ceiling. A cauldron simmered with a mysterious brew, its aroma tinged with both magic and healing properties.
He needed rest and healing. Inside the cabin, a fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm glow across the room. The scent of herbs and potions filled the air, a telltale sign of a fellow witch's presence. He knew he wasn't alone.
From the shadows, your hooded figure emerged, revealing the gentle features of a young witch. You had been tracking his progress and had prepared the cabin for his arrival.
He got a closer look of you, which allowed him to see the medallion of the Viper, which matched your dark green eyes, that were glistening under the candle's light. You were, definitely, one of the few Witches left after the Trials that erased most of them from the surface of Earth.
Without a word, you approached Geralt and began to help him remove his clothes, your touch gentle yet firm. As the clothing fell away, his battle-worn body was exposed, covered in cuts and bruises. He hissed in pain as you examined his wounds.
"I'll take care of you, Geralt," you murmured softly, your voice soothing. You mixed herbs and applied salves, tending to each injury with practiced care. Your fingers moved with a grace born of years of training.
Geralt watched you work, silently grateful for your presence. The pain began to ebb away as your healing magic flowed through him, knitting his flesh together.
Once the wounds were tended to, you stepped back, your eyes meeting his yellowish ones with a warmth that belied the harsh world they inhabited.
"Rest now," you said, guiding him to a nearby bed. "You've earned it."
As he lay down, his body slowly relaxing, Geralt couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the kindred spirit who had tended to his wounds. In a world filled with darkness and danger, he had found a glimmer of light and solace in your healing touch.
Also, your touch brought up a slow burning fire within him, making him feeling the need in his body to bring you closer, to lick you, to taste you. He needed to show gratefulness by giving pleasure to you after healing him with such care and knowledge... as if you knew exactly how his body reacted to each one of the remedies you were using. That made the White Wolf groan in approval.
He couldn't help but grab your wrist before you stepped back, not applying so much pressure to hurt you, but enough strength to keep you where you stood. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat, making you stare back at his intense stare.
He started slowly and gently rubbing your inner wrist, where your pulse was accelerated, with his thumb calming it, you, without words, and no further movements needed.
"You're safe, Geralt. You made it home. Let me go, and you rest." You whispered, not wanting to break the calm and enchanted ambience. You don't know how you managed to sound firm, calm, steady and confident, but your tone left no doubts.
He kept staring at you, his jaw tense while the candles in the cabin lightened his skin, and you couldn't help but break eye contact and admire his body. His injured body. But, also, his fit figure.
Suddenly, Geralt pulled you into him without effort, and a groan escaped from him, low and deep. Something that made your body really happy, but you knew you couldn't risk hurting him more than he already was. You needed him fully recovered.
"If you want to keep that hand and arm, I'd suggest you let go." You had no choice but to warn him.
"I can smell you, Witch." He simply replied, his voice low and raspy, while not letting you go. You swallowed the lump in your throat, as you smelled his arousal, too. There was no possible denial in what was going around between you two, in that cabin, as the darkness of the night and the moonlit mixed with the candles surrounding you both.
With his other hand, he grabbed the Viper medallion hanging from your neck, pulling your face closer to his while keeping his firm stare at you. You could even notice the smallest of the dilation of his pupils in that position.
"After taking care of me, let me take care of your needs, witch." Geralt whispered. You knew fighting him was useless, and you couldn't deny the way your body was craving him, either. He tilted his body, not giving a flying fuck about his fresh wounds.
You stared down at his lips, and back to his eyes. He grinned a little before grabbing your medallion and pulling you close until both of your lips were a wet mess against each other, not even letting the air pass between you two.
You moaned against his lips, your groans and whines making him feel rougher and animalistic each passing second. His hands were everywhere on your body, not allowing even one millimeter of skin escape from his touch.
No previous warning, he ripped your dress from behind and continued tearing off your undergarments. You were speechless as you could only feel him. You tried touching him, but he didn’t allow that. He had you naked in front of him in a matter of seconds.
Furthermore, you looked into his eyes, waiting for his next move. "Geralt-" You were anxious for more of what he had to offer.
"You're exquisite, aren't you, witch?" He was appreciative of your exposed body in front of him, meanwhile using your condition as a pet name, which didn't annoy you at all.
He took your silence as an invitation to switch positions, grabbing you by a fistful by your long hair, having you bent over the same surface he was laying on not long ago.
Geralt directed his right hand to your pussy, moving his fingers between your folds while humming appreciatively at your wetness. The sounds filling the room, and the sights you had thanks to the little mirror that wasn't too far away on the wall in front of you, were too much to handle. It didn't take long for your thighs to begin to shake, and the White Wolf knew it too.
His hand, which was teasing you, was now wrapped around your small neck, pushing you down, taking out his digits, spreading you apart with his large girth, and slamming into your cunt.
As you wrapped your small hand around his, he tightened his hold on your neck, taking your gesture as an invitation to be rougher.
He tilted his body on top of your back, replacing the hold of his hand on your neck with his teeth burying in the delicate spot of your skin, as he kept slamming into your wetness, and you could feel his medallion swinging over you as his movement fastened, and his cock was buried deep, still pounding, into you.
"Ah, fuck, Geralt." You mumbled, not being able to keep your eyes out of the reflection in the mirror. The candles lightning his sweated skin, you underneath him as he dominated you on that unstable surface and his aura surrounding your senses.
Your hips began to move on his, as you needed that sweet relief. Geralt's bite on your neck became harder and you could feel and smell a bit of blood running down your skin, which heated up both of you even more, if possible.
His groans were louder against you, the slamming of his cock inside of you more frenetic and he dug his nails into the sides of your hips to keep you steady. He let go of your neck to press his mouth on your shoulder. "You're so fucking tight and behaving like a good girl," he moaned. "Keep milking me, witch, so I can breed you and fill you up with my cum until it oozes out."
The way he was talking to you, saying those things, had you closer to the edge. You needed to feel his cock pulsate inside of you, stretching you out and getting you full of him. Your moans were unstoppable as nonsense dripped out of your mouth.
"I wanna see those pretty thighs of yours covered with my cum." Geralt wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you in place as he circled your nipple with his thumb and index, pinching it.
“Yes, Geralt, yes." Your mind was blank, dazzled with lust and desire, almost making you forget your own name.
Your thighs began to shake, and he felt them, “Yes, witch, come all over my cock.” His encouraging, husky voice praised you. You called out the White Wolf's name, your orgasm hitting hard and uncontrollably, your head dizzy as you saw stars and lights in your vision.
You felt Geralt exploding inside of you, with a few more snaps of his hips against your ass you felt his girth tighten up, and a few more spurts of his cum filling you up as you rode off your orgasm.
"Fuck, you milked me so good, you emptied me, didn't you?" He moaned and grunted again as he felt your pussy tightening lightly on him. "What kind of witchcraft did you use on me, huh?"
He let go of your breast, not moving his position so you were still under his dominant figure while his cock rested inside of you, feeling your thighs sticky of his cum and other mix of fluids.
"Well, you loved the way I was curing you earlier and the attention I gave you, didn't you, Witcher?"
"I'm not one to turn down a healing session when I'm offered one." Geralt whispered in your ear, still not getting off you. "But what's the catch?"
You smiled, feeling chills down your spine. "The catch is, I get to pamper every inch of you and make sure you're completely healed."
"I think I can handle that kind of catch."
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aifanfictions · 6 months
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Write a story about Geralt of Rivia from Witcher spending a romantic winter weekend at a cozy cabin on the hills with (y/n), who is Geralt's partner. You know, thinkgs like cuddling under a blanket by the fireplace, snoballing each other, cute couple stuff like that but since Geralt isn't into it at first (y/n) has to persuade him.
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The air was crisp, and the scent of pine trees hung heavy as Geralt and (Y/N) trudged through the snow-covered forest toward the cozy cabin nestled atop the hills. Winter had cast its icy grip on the world, and the Witcher and his partner sought refuge from the biting cold.
"(Y/N)," Geralt grumbled, his breath visible in the frigid air, "you sure about this?"
(Y/N) turned to him with a gleam in her eye that was not entirely due to the winter sun reflecting off the snow. "Absolutely, Geralt. This cabin is the perfect place to spend a romantic weekend together, away from the chaos of the world."
Geralt merely grunted in response, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. The path ahead was narrow and winding, with snow-covered trees looming like silent sentinels.
As they reached the cabin, the sight of the cozy wooden structure warmed their hearts. Smoke spiraled from the chimney, promising a refuge from the cold. Inside, a warm fire crackled in the stone hearth, casting a flickering light across the room.
"(Y/N)," Geralt said, his tone gruff, "this seems like a lot of trouble for a weekend away."
(Y/N) grinned as she set about lighting the lamps. "Geralt, even Witchers need a break now and then. And I thought it would be nice to have some alone time together."
The Witcher hesitated but finally settled into one of the cabin's plush armchairs. (Y/N) threw a thick, fur-lined blanket over his shoulders, and Geralt found himself begrudgingly enjoying the warmth.
As the fire danced and crackled, (Y/N) gestured to a large blanket spread out before the hearth. "Let's sit by the fire, Geralt. Enjoy the coziness."
Geralt eyed the blanket skeptically but relented, sinking down beside (Y/N). The flames' warmth washed over him, and he couldn't help but feel a sliver of contentment.
"(Y/N)," he said, his voice gruff as ever, "what's the point of all this?"
(Y/N) leaned closer, her eyes softening as she looked at him. "Geralt, the point is that we deserve this. We deserve a break from the constant battles and danger. And maybe, just maybe, we can enjoy each other's company without the weight of the world on our shoulders."
Geralt considered her words, then glanced around the cabin. Trophies of past hunts adorned the walls, and memories of their journeys filled the room. A rare smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"(Y/N)," he said, his voice softer, "maybe this place isn't so bad after all."
(Y/N) beamed at him, her eyes lighting up. "I knew you'd come around, Geralt."
They spent the evening nestled before the fire, wrapped in each other's warmth. (Y/N) leaned against Geralt, her head resting on his shoulder. He found himself relaxing into the moment, a rare display of vulnerability.
"(Y/N)," he said, his voice softer than usual, "tell me about your adventures."
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a quiet kind of joy. "I'd love to, Geralt."
As she recounted their encounters with monstrous creatures and the moments of camaraderie and bravery that had defined their journey, Geralt listened intently, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her arm.
"(Y/N)," he said when she had finished, "you're one hell of a partner."
She turned to him, a warm smile gracing her lips. "And you're one hell of a Witcher, Geralt."
In that moment, as the firelight flickered around them and the world outside retreated into darkness, Geralt realized that maybe, just maybe, a cozy cabin on the hills with (Y/N) was exactly what he needed.
The next morning, Geralt awoke to find (Y/N) missing from their bed. He pushed himself up and padded into the kitchen, where the smell of freshly baked bread greeted him.
"(Y/N)," he called out, "you didn't have to go to all this trouble."
(Y/N) turned from her place at the stove, a smile on her face. "But I wanted to, Geralt. I wanted this weekend to be special."
As they sat down to breakfast, Geralt couldn't deny that it was indeed special. The simple act of sharing a meal in the cozy cabin made him feel more alive than he had in a long time.
Over the course of the day, they ventured outside to explore the snow-covered landscape. They built a snowman together, playfully pelting each other with snowballs. Geralt, though unaccustomed to such frivolity, couldn't deny the laughter that bubbled from him.
As evening descended, they returned to the cabin, cheeks rosy from the cold. Geralt lit the fireplace, and the cozy cabin came alive with its warmth. They settled under the blanket again, but this time, Geralt didn't need any persuasion.
Wrapped in each other's arms, they watched the flames dance, their fingers intertwined. Geralt pressed a kiss to (Y/N)'s forehead, his gruff exterior melting away as he whispered, "You were right, (Y/N). This... this is nice."
She smiled, contentment washing over her. "I knew you'd come around, Geralt."
As the hours passed, they shared stories of their past, dreams of the future, and moments of vulnerability. The cabin walls absorbed their laughter and whispered promises of love.
On the final morning of their retreat, Geralt awoke to find (Y/N) missing from their bed. Concerned, he ventured into the cabin's living room to find her by the window, gazing at the winter landscape.
"Everything all right?" he asked.
(Y/N) turned to him, her eyes bright with emotion. "Geralt, do you remember when we first met? You were a lone Witcher, and I was just a wandering soul. But look at us now, here in this cozy cabin, together."
Geralt nodded, a rare softness in his eyes. "I do."
"I love you, Geralt," (Y/N) said, her voice steady and filled with affection. "And I cherish moments like these because they remind me of how far we've come."
Geralt crossed the room to stand before her, his hand cradling her cheek. "I love you too, (Y/N)."
Their lips met in a tender kiss, sealing their love amidst the backdrop of a winter wonderland. In that cozy cabin on the hills, Geralt and (Y/N) discovered that even a Witcher's heart could thaw in the warmth of love.
As they prepared to leave the cabin and return to the world's responsibilities, Geralt couldn't help but reflect on the weekend. It had been a weekend of love, laughter, and warmth, a stark contrast to his usual solitary path.
With (Y/N) by his side, Geralt realized that he had found a new kind of strength—a strength in vulnerability, in embracing the simple joys of life, and in the love they shared.
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New Year Countdown: Dec 27
I did not almost forget to post today but I was out of the house for most of the evening. Today's is a short and kind of ridiculous Geraskier Sentinel/Guide AU!
Dec 27 - Geraskier - Sentinel/Guide AU - Shovel
When Geralt came back up from the caves where he tracked the spriggan, he was still deep in the grip of the Sentinel. His eyes were black corner-to-corner, absorbing every scrap of light and color; his attention shifted at the softest breath or slightest step; his jaw clenched at the rasp of even the breeze against his skin. His sword was rock-steady in his grip, but his free hand trembled.
“Did ye get it?” demanded the alderman, who’d insisted on accompanying them to the site.
Geralt spun. His sword lifted.
Jaskier already had the alterman’s collar clenched in his fist. “Don’t say another word,” he growled. “Go and fetch the shovel from the camp.”
The man started to protest and Jaskier held up one finger in warning. He could feel Geralt’s need scraping against his mental walls, and he had no time for idiots. “The shovel,” he repeated, and shoved the man in the direction of the camp they’d made before coming down to the caves.
He reached for Geralt before the sound of the alterman’s clumsy footsteps had begun to fade. “Geralt,” he whispered, barely a breath that he knew Geralt would hear as if it had been shouted. “My Sentinel, let me Guide you home.”
Geralt’s dark gaze fell on Jaskier, considering. He didn’t relax at all.
If Jaskier had been anything other than what he was, that menacing gaze might have terrified him. As it was, he was only worried. “Geralt?”
Geralt’s lip curled in a silent snarl. “There is still danger,” he rumbled.
“You mean the alderman’s plan to kill us and keep the fee?” Jaskier murmured, smiling. “I know. You don’t need to stand Sentinel for that one. Even I could handle it all on my own.”
“Hm.” Even in the midst of his hypervigilance, Geralt managed to be unimpressed with Jaskier’s claims to competence.
Jaskier grinned. “Come back to me, Geralt. Let it go, release it. I promise, you don’t need it. He’s fetching the shovel to dig his own grave with, as we speak.”
Geralt closed his eyes and let his head fall, breathing slowly. Jaskier hummed quietly until he saw the last of the tension bleed out of Geralt’s body.
“Thank you, darling,” he said.
Geralt huffed. “I didn’t bring a spade with me. All I have is a snow shovel.”
“Why?” Jaskier demanded.
“Cave floor,” Geralt pointed out. “Easier to scoop up the body with a snow shovel.”
Jaskier sighed. “Well, we’ll figure something out, I suppose.”
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luteandsword · 2 years
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fluffiest fics for march (geraskier, mostly!)
 I didn’t read a lot of fics this past March, so I asked some wonderful friends for help! We found some lovely ones together, and I’m pleased to rec some of their works x.  If there’s smut it will be tagged with a ★. 
GERASKIER
Mine by EyesUpMarksman (1.6k, I really love their Sentinel/Guard AU, but haven’t had the chance to rec it, so please enjoy the fluff). 
Summary: “You’re wearing my shirt.” It’s not entirely a statement, but not a question either. And glancing down at himself, yeah, Jaskier thinks, he is wearing Geralt’s shirt. It was the first thing he grabbed from the floor. He didn’t notice before, but the shirt smells like the Witcher.  “I suppose I am,” he says quietly, looking up at the man.
You've no clue how to sew by @flowercrown-bard (2.1k, Geralt teaching Jaskier, simply adorable). 
Summary: "Geralt," he began slowly, running his fingers over the filigrane figure stitched with black thread into the shirt. The thread was almost unnoticeable on the black fabric, blending into it perfectly, unless you were actively looking for it. "What is this?" Geralt's brows furrowed and he leaned closer to inspect what Jaskier was talking about. The faintest hint of a blush crept over Geralt's cheeks and he turned away quickly. "It's nothing. Just tore the shirt during a hunt and had to stitch it back together." Stitch it - Geralt, this isn't just fixing a shirt. There's an entire griffin embroidered on it." Or: Geralt teaches Jaskier how to do embroidery
Dandelion's Gift by @officerjennie (7.7k, very tender, gerlion from the books. It’s touching and adorable and I want to live in it.)
Summary: '“My sweet, darling wolf,” Dandelion finally said, his voice a little tight, his eyes still sparkling blue when he leaned to the side just enough to look up at Geralt through wet lashes. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” “Existed,” Geralt said, and though his smile might have suggested a tease he’d never whispered a word more true.' Geralt gets Dandelion a gift, and it's one Dandelion will treasure close to his heart - but there's one he treasures even more.
★ When The Heart Grows Fond by Hallianna (75k, I just finished this and it’s just pure fluff, with some smut, and it’s absolutely heart rending, it’s that sweet!)
Summary: The house next door to Jaskier’s hadn’t sold in almost two years, but now a gorgeous man and his adorable daughter have just moved in. Jaskier’s been alone a long time after a terrible relationship that nearly ruined him, but the handsome new neighbor is making things better. As Geralt and Jaskier get to know one another, sparks fly, but love is never without complications. A fluffy, slow burn modern AU where Geralt and Ciri move in next door to Jaskier and these two adorable idiot men slowly fall in love. And Jaskier has a dog and Geralt works on motorcycles and everything is pretty tooth-rottingly sweet and it all ends happily for everyone. There's also a threesome between Eskel, Lambert, and Jaskier's best friend, an OC (who commenters seem to genuinely love!). Those chapters are optional though they be spicy spicy.
you'll darn me back together by @witchersgoldenbard (2.1k, honestly just adorable, more handy work, and Geralt is so cute!)
Summary: Geralt loves watching Jaskier work on his clothes - embellishing, mending, redesigning. It's mesmerising. It's beautiful. It makes him yearn for soft things and pretty flowers on his own shirts. --- In which secretly Geralt wants nice things and in the end gets more than he dared to dream.
The Tickler’s Conundrum by @samstree (1.9k, I love a good established relationship fic and this made me yearn!)
Summary: “Sweet Melitele, I have no clue then. If I didn’t know you better, I’d guess you are too ticklish to be touched.” Geralt freezes, and the next second stretches into eternity. All Jaskier hears is his own heartbeat in his ear and the subtle hitch in his witcher’s breath. Oh. “Wait.” Jaskier pulls back, placing a hand on Geralt’s arm. “Are you?”
When you kiss me heaven sighs by @dapandapod (1.2k, OKAYYY PANDA LET’S GOOO. As if I’m not crying at how cute this is. I love a good proposal fic). 
Summary: Out of the two of them, Jaskier is the musician. Rather obviously so, as they actually met the first time on a street corner where Jaskier was singing his heart out and Geralt was unable to tear his eyes away. That first time, it was a guitar, the next a flute, lute, and a loop pedal. His eyes were twinkling, his smile warm and inviting, and Geralt was completely smitten. Is completely smitten. Or; Panda has been listening to La vie en Rose on repeat for days and just want Geralt to propose already
Now You're In The World by @kingeomer (1.8k, another delicious proposal fic from Amanda! Gorgeous work lovey.)
Summary: “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. Or, in which Geralt gives Jaskier his last name.
Tremble For My Beloved by Bouncey (3.2k, soulmate au! hey author your works are lovely!)
Summary: It seemed to be a fair trade for average people. If someone was hurt enough to be scarred, a mark appeared in the same place on the body of their Beloved. If your scars matched another person's marks, it was a sign from the universe that you were meant to be together. Which is why Julian’s parents were so concerned. Down his tiny chest, across his legs, and all over his arms were minuscule yellow flowers. Dandelions littered his fragile body from head to toe in various clumps and lines, places where teeth had pierced or swords had sliced into his Beloved. Places where talons had broken through skin and left raised tissue behind. On the day of his birth, Julian Alfred Pankratz was already covered in another's marks.
Remind Me What Kindness Is by Bedalk05 (21k, modern au, adorable, well written.)
Summary: Jaskier was baffled. This giant figure was a man of legend, inspiring words of terror and admiration both. And yet facing him Jaskier only saw a lost and lonely man who acted more like an injured wolf than a butcher. AKA the modern AU no one asked for where Geralt is a vigilante and owns a flower shop, Jaskier is a tattooist and singer, and they both have lots and lots of feelings.
A Fake Boyfriend Christmas by LovelyRita1967 (6.9k, really wonderful, fake dating au! suck it, valdo!) 
Summary: Jaskier has just found out—via Instagram, for fuck's sake—that his ex, Valdo Marx, is now dating his sister. And it is the day before the huge Pankratz family Christmas party. He knows it's cheesy and ridiculous, but he convinces his roommate Geralt to come to the party as his fake boyfriend. Turns out, they are REALLY good at fake dating. A little too good.
navigation (and lack thereof) by @penandinkprincess (7.7k. incredible work!)
Summary: He huffs a frustrated breath that shudders slightly on its way out with his shivering before he turns a corner and finds yet another hallway that looks like every other hallway. As he’s about to slide to the floor and fall back to his tried and true method of shouting for Geralt at the top of his lungs to fix the problem, he catches sight of a flicker of light under a doorway. Salvation. (Jaskier’s Kaer Morhen navigational skills are lacking, but his puppy eyes are top notch, which helps even things out.)
Oh Witcher, Bard Mine by Hallianna (2.3k). 
Summary: Geralt’s head rang with their laughter, his eyes too full of the sight of a soaked Jaskier and Coen spluttering to the surface, throwing water and insults like they’d done it for years. But Jaskier had fit in here immediately, hadn’t he? Like he’d always been here, his footsteps echoing down the bare halls, his ink-stained fingers leaving marks on the old, scarred tables. Hadn’t his coat and boots always been by the fire to dry out, his lute in the corner waiting patiently.
Hadn’t he always been here, in some way? Ever since Geralt had met him, impertinent and stupidly brave and firing off clever little things like heroics and heartbreak and you smell of death and destiny. Clever, but empty, Geralt had thought at the time. Until he learned. He learned over the years how much Jaskier listened, how much he absorbed. More than the facts and history and poems he loved, but the way he watched. And the things that stuck with the bard, the man. Not his bard. His friend. aka "Everyone wants to borrow the bard and keeps asking Geralt for permission"
But Your Heart Is Where Mine Lies by Tarkovsky(1.6k, proposal au, this one is mine <3)
Summary: “Geralt,” Jaskier said softly, and Geralt turned to him, his eyes full of love. It always took Jaskier’s breath away. “Um… Geralt, darling,” Jaskier said again, his heart pounding against his ribs, and Geralt huffed a quiet laugh. “Yes, Jaskier, my dove?” He replied, his smile full of mirth and mischief.
Or, Jaskier attempts to propose but ends up hurting himself. No matter, he can propose in the ER.
GERASKEFER
When I Watch You Sleep (I Dream)JaskierOfRivia (4.6k, adorable, so cute)
Summary: 'I wonder if she’s dreaming about me and Jaskier', Geralt thought to himself. 'Dreaming about how much she loves us, how much we love her. How happy we make each other. That we make each other’s lives better and whole.' “Gods, she’s beautiful when she’s sleeping, isn’t she?” Jaskier sighed wistfully. “She’s beautiful all the time, of course. But there’s something almost… ethereal about Yen when she’s sleeping. Otherworldly. Like she’s a goddess in some faraway world and we’re the mere ordinary folk who have been given the opportunity to gaze upon her.” OR After Yennefer saves Geralt's life once again with her magic, Jaskier and Geralt watch her sleep it off, thinking about how much they love each other and how godsdamn lucky all three of them are.
You've Been Deprived, Haven't You My Dear? by Bedalk05 ( EVENTUALLY BECOMES GERASKFER? I think. This is a series, and it looks to be mostly fluffy and adorable, but just read the tags!)
Summary: The thing is, Witchers aren’t supposed to be affectionate. Geralt, in his own particular way, undoubtedly is however. Unfortunately, the Witcher is truly inept when it comes to handling affection and processing emotion. All of this is to say that Jaskier could have predicted this. “This” being Geralt standing helplessly as he holds a cat currently purring in his arms.
Geralt deserves to touch something soft.
As always, I am Tarkovsky on A03 (DD content on there), and this is Lou, signing off.
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geraskierficrecs · 1 year
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Hi ! I’m desperately trying to find a story I read a while ago. But I can’t find it anywhere. From what I can remember, it’s an alternate universe where Witchers are paired up with a human (a little like sentinel/guide AU I believe). Geralt struggles with keeping a human companion because people believe he was the reason for killing his first companion or something like that. Jaskier does not find the perfect Witcher fit for himself either. They get paired up as a last chance for both of them and it works for them. At some point Geralt almost dies and Jaskier saves him. Do you know which story it could be ? It was so good and I want to be able to read it again ! :)
This sounds great—anyone recognize it?
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catierambles · 1 year
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Cavill Characters and their FFXIV classes (imo)
August Walker: Black Mage (magical ranged DPS - Scepters or Staves)
In days long past, there existed an occult and arcane art known as black magic—a potent magic of pure destructive force born forth by a sorceress of unparalleled power. Those who learned to wield this instrument of ruin came to be called black mages, out of both fear and respect for their gift. Yet great power served to corrupt the judgment of mortal man, and so he unknowingly set out upon the path of ruin. Adventurers who take the black will become agents of devastation, capable of annihilating those who oppose them through little more than the force of their will.
Captain Syverson: Warrior (Tank - Greataxes)
On the northernmost edge of Abalathia's Spine exists a mountain tribe renowned for producing fearsome mercenaries. Wielding greataxes and known as warriors, these men and women learn to harness their inner-beasts and translate that power to unbridled savagery on the battlefield. In former times which saw war waged ceaselessly in Eorzea, the warriors featured prominently on the frontlines of battle. With the arrival of peacetime, however, their art has descended into the shadows of obscurity, where it remains to this day.
Mike: Machinist (physical ranged DPS - Firearms)
The war with Dravania rages on, brutal and unrelenting. With no end in sight, the Holy See grows desperate. As her dragoons lay down their lives in defense of their home, Ishgard turns to technology to protect her sons and daughters. Great cannons and ballistas now line the city walls, plucking dragons from the sky.
Following the example of Cid Garlond, who has demonstrated the potency of magitek, the Skysteel Manufactory works tirelessly on the development of advanced armaments. As new and devastating weapons are brought to the fray, a new class of champion arises to wield them―the machinist.
Geralt: Dark Knight (Tank - Greatswords)
The pious Ishgardian clergy guide the flock, and the devout knights protect the weak. Yet even the holiest of men succumb to the darkest of temptations.
None dare to administer justice to these sacrosanct elite residing outside the reach of the law. Who, then, defends the feeble from the transgressions of those meant to guide and protect them?
A valiant few take up arms to defend the downtrodden, and not even the holy priests and knights can escape their judgment. Pariahs in their own land, they are known by many as “dark knights.”
These sentinels bear no shields declaring their allegiance. Instead, their greatswords act as beacons to guide the meek through darkness.
Walter Marshall: Paladin or Gunbreaker (Tank - Sword and Shield/Gunblades)
For centuries, the elite of the Sultansworn have served as personal bodyguards to the royal family of Ul'dah. Known as paladins, these men and women marry exquisite swordplay with stalwart shieldwork to create a style of combat uncompromising in its defense. Clad in brilliant silver armor, they charge fearlessly into battle, ever ready to lay down their lives for their liege. To be a paladin is to protect, and those who choose to walk this path will become the iron foundation upon which the party's defense is built.
The Hrothgar of northern Ilsabard have passed the art of the gunblade from one generation to the next. The weapon itself combines a sword with a firing mechanism, emitting a range of magical effects by utilizing aetherically imbued cartridges. Originally employed by Queen Gunnhildr's personal guard, they were once known as "Gunnhildr's Blades" and differ greatly from the similarly named weapons used in the Garlean Empire.
Charles Brandon: Dragoon (melee DPS - Polearms)
Of all the things that are symbolic of the nation of Ishgard, few are more recognized than the dragoon. Born amidst the timeless conflict between men and dragons, these lance-wielding knights have developed an aerial style of combat, that they might better pierce the scaled hides of their mortal foes. Taking to the firmament as though it were an extension of the land, they descend upon the enemy with every onze of their bodies behind the blow. It is this penetrative power that characterizes the dragoon.
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jennyo-thewoods · 3 months
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I’m not sure if there’s a fandom overlap for anyone here or not, but I’m still going to say it…
I cannot stop thinking about the Bat Boys but they’re dressed like Geralt, Eskel, and Lambert when they get drunk at Kaer Morhen:
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so I started a sentinel!Jaskier and guide!Geralt fic.
Jaskier is, in the first thousand words, dealing with his powers awakening, having a panic attack because he thinks he's going mad, being scared and confused at Geralt's explanation, and hating mages with every iota of his being.
why do I whump my baby so hard all the time
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chaptersinprogress · 2 years
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post-canon | @ciriweek 2022 | ciri/mistle | book series spoilers, canonical character deaths, gore & beheading, suicidal thoughts
"Do you hate me, Mistle?" Ciri asked the air from where she was leaning back against the stone.
She twisted in place from her seat on the snow-dusted ground, until she could rest her arms on the barrow and pillow her cheek on her arms.
"I hate myself," she whispered staring out past the trees around the boneyard, her words a thin stream of breath fogging in the cold.
"Maybe if I hadn't left, we could have taken him down together. If I hadn't arrived too late... I did it, you know. I killed Bonhart."
Ciri squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face in her arms.
She still saw it in her dreams, night after night. Mistle's glazed eyes, the rend in her abdomen, the red puddling beneath her body, the smell of piss and shit.
And the hands that forced her head in place.
Fingers prising open her eyes, buried in and yanking her hair, gripping her chin. The casual way Bonhart had sat, the corpses of the Rats leaning against his thigh as he dragged the knife back and forth, back and forth, slicing through the skin, cartilage and muscle.
And the rasp of the saw as it was dragged shrieking over bone, slowing grinding down to sever the final thing that connected their heads to their necks.
She had screamed herself hoarse.
She had screamed, cried, and pleaded for him to stop, to not make her watch anymore. Bonhart had watched her with his fish-dead eyes, a faint smile on his face the whole time.
She had thrown up over herself when he'd started the slow process of beheading. And again when he'd started preserving the first head. And again when it was Mistle's turn.
"Everyone I've loved the most is dead," Ciri told the stone beneath.
"Grandmama, Eist, my parents, Mama, Geralt, you."
"Sometimes," she whispered, "sometimes, I wish I had been with you and the rest. So that I could have died in your arms. It wouldn't have been so bad; we would've been together. And I wouldn't have known what it was like to lose everyone."
It was a secret. One that she'd never told anyone else. But there was only her and the dead there, and the dead told no tales.
Ciri finally sat up. The silvery light of the moon and the fresh white snow cloaking the barrows like a soft blanket made the whole place seem serene and peaceful.
She felt no fear, seated there alone, amongst the dead. She was Death, the Destroyer. Nothing and no one could pose a threat. The biggest threat there was her.
Ciri pressed her fingers against the stone of the Rats' barrow.
"I love you, Mistle," she said. "I'll stay with you till dawn."
And she sat still and silent in the boneyard, a ghostly sentinel, until the sun finally rose to exorcise her.
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yennskier-feed-ao3 · 11 months
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Alibis
Alibis
by WolfaMoon
Guide/Sentinel Universe. Jaskier always knew what he is, a guide.
Words: 2910, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Series: Part 8 of Sentinel AU
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Vesemir (The Witcher), Lambert (The Witcher), Coën (The Witcher)
Relationships: Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier | Dandelion, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon & Jaskier | Dandelion
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Sentinels & Guides, Alternate Universe - Sentinels and Guides Are Known, Sentinel/Guide, Sentinel/Guide Bonding, Sentinel Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Guide Jaskier | Dandelion, Sentinel Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Protective Witchers (The Witcher), Protective Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Hurt Jaskier | Dandelion, Protective Vesemir (The Witcher), Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Spirit Guides
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samstree · 1 year
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33? 14? If I can pick 2?
Of course you can! I can talk about good fics for a very long time ;)
33: Hawthorn by darkmagess
Hawthorn beloved! Geralt tries to apologize with acts of service, followed by plant love language and tender d/s dynamics. One of the classics. I recommend the same author's other works too!
14: a light through the fog by Shinybug
It's one I haven't read, but everything by this author is so so good. Do check out this one if you like sentinel/guide AUs.
send me a number (out of 318) for a bookmarked fic 🎀
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