#and i want to finish the witcher but my dad is still awake and i dont want him to walk in on me watching it cause thats awkward

[honeyboyfelix]

Im so tired i woke up at 3pm but i feel like iveo been up forever

[falcqns]

Ever Since New York

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Summary: You find out about a family death on set of The Witcher, and Henry comforts you. 

Warnings: Mentions of death, comfort, fluff

A/N: I based this off of what the song is about (Harry finding out his stepdad is dying in NY) and my personal experience and feelings when my Opa passed away in August. Hope you enjoy!

Tell me something, tell me something You don't know nothing, just pretend you do

You knew it was coming.

You knew that your grandfather had been fighting cancer for a few years, and you knew he was going to pass away. 

Your mom had told you months before you began working on The Witcher that your grandparents had made the decision to stop all treatments, and to let him pass at home, where he’d be most comfortable.

That didn't make those months any easier. Every time your dads phone would ring, your whole body would be on edge, praying that it wasn't the call.

Your mom had called you earlier in the day to tell you that he was in his final hours, and all you wanted to do was sit at home, and cry. You weren’t going to make it home in time, and there was nothing you could do but wait for the call.

You had made it to set, and had your AirPods in, blaring your favourite music, in hopes that no one would talk to you. Your co stars didn’t need to know what was happening, at least not yet. You didn't need the pity looks, and the constant asking if you were okay. You didn’t.

I need something, so tell me something new Choose your words 'cause there's no antidote

When Henry walked in the makeup trailer, he knew something was off with you.

You looked exhausted. Your eyes were red and puffy, so was your nose. Your hair was in a pony tail, you had headphones in with music blaring, and you didn’t smile at him when he entered.

He said hello to you, and you gave him a tight lipped smile, before turning back to your phone. 

Throughout the few hours the two of you were in there, he took notice of how you’d jump, and take a deep breath before looking whenever your phone vibrated. 

You finished before him, and you scurried off without a word, your phone still in your hand.

For this curse Oh, what's it waiting for?

Normally, you’d hang out on set with Anya and Freya while they filmed, but today you were missing.  The only time they’d see you was during scenes you were in, before you rushed off set once the director said that they finished.

You hid in your trailer, only talking to your assistant occasionally, to hand your phone over before filming. 

Honestly, it looked like you were barely functioning. You hadn't been to craft at all, you hadn’t talked to anyone, you hadn’t smiled unless you were filming and had to, and even then, your smile didn’t reach your eyes. 

Even during filming, you didn’t seem totally there.

Everyone was concerned.

Must this hurt you just before you go? Every time your phone would go off, you’d be on the verge of tears, thinking that was it. Even though you knew that the news would come in the form of a phone call. 

Your mom kept you updated on his condition throughout the day. He was going up and down, sometimes he’d be moments away from passing, and others he seemed stable. Every time his condition dipped, you were suddenly aware of every thing. Every heartbeat, every breath, every bird chirping. 

You felt like Clark Kent before relearned to hone his senses, and it overwhelmed you. 

Brooklyn saw me, empty at the news There's no water inside this swimming pool

When the call finally came, you were alone. 

You had a break in filming and was planning on going back to your trailer and watching some Buzzfeed Unsolved to take your mind off of it.

But, when you closed the door to your trailer, your phone went off, and you knew. This was it.

You answered, and steeled yourself for the words to come out of your moms mouth.

“I’m sorry honey, He’s gone.” Was all she said, her voice laced with tears as well.

You didn’t hear a word after that. The tears poured down your face in streams, and you couldn't breathe. No sound came out of your closed mouth.

Eventually, you heard your mom say she’d let you go and grieve, that she had to call your siblings and tell them, and that she loved you. Then the line went dead, and you were alone.

You dropped your phone against the bed, your head fell into your hands, and you began to sob.

He was gone, a d you didn't even get to say good bye.

Almost over, had enough from you And I've been praying, I never did before

Henry had a feeling that something had happened, and he should check on you. 

The director yelled cut, and he all but ran off set to your trailer.

He didn’t bother knocking, and just barged in. His heart broke at the scene in front of him.

You were on your bed, your arms wrapped around your shins, your head in your knees which were pressed against your chest.

“Y/N?” He whispered out, before sitting next to you. He wrapped an arm around your trembling body. “What’s wrong?” You shook your head, begging him to leave, although you knew he wouldn't.

He took a deep breath, and pulled you into his lap, his arms coming around you to hold you securely. He wasn’t going to let go until you were okay again.

“Honey, talk to me, please? We’re all worried about you,” He said into your hair.

You didn’t say anything, and his arms tightened around you.

Understand I'm talking to the walls I've been praying ever since New York

Eventually, your sobs turned to sniffles, and you began to talk, your head buried in his chest.

You told him everything. You told him that he had been fighting for years. That he had been in and out of the hospital for months. That you were the only one of his 4 oldest grandchildren that came to visit him. That the last memory you have of him is him laying in a hospital bed, on his way to remission. That his conditioned dropped dramatically a few months ago, and you weren’t allowed to visit him anymore, due to the hospitals restrictions with his condition. That you hadn’t gotten to say goodbye.

He sat and listened, letting you get it all out. Once you did, he laid you on the bed, and pulled your uncomfortable costume off, and putting the blanket over you. He pulled his armour off, and climbed in with you. He pulled you into his arms, and rubbed your back, as you fell asleep.

Once you were asleep, he pulled out his phone and dialled Lauren’s phone number.

“Hey, Henry, what's up?” Her cheery voice said on the other end.

Henry glanced at you before speaking. “Y/N isn’t going to be able to finish today,” He said.

“What? Why?” She questioned.

“She just had a family member pass away, and she is not okay at all. She’s with me, but she’s not going to be able to film.” He heard Lauren sigh in sadness. “Oh man, that sucks. Okay, I’ll let the director know. Can you stay with her? Make sure she gets home alright?”      

“Of course. Thank you,” He said. Lauren said her goodbyes, and they hung up.

Henry let you sleep a little longer, before gently coaxing you awake.

“Hey, sweet girl, let’s get up, okay?” He whispered, and you nodded.

“D-do I have a scene?” You asked, and he shook his head.

“I called Lauren and got you and I out of filming for the rest of the day. I’m going to take you home, and take care of you, okay?”

You nodded once more, before taking your sweatpants and t shirt off of the bedside table, where you’d put them this morning.

Henry left the room to let you get dressed, and you came out moments later, your costume in hand. You placed it back on the hook in the closet for costuming to collect later.

Henry helped you gather up your things, and you two headed out. You stopped at Henry’s trailer to grab Kal and his things, before heading out again.

Your car was in the shop, so you had Ubered. You sat in the passenger seat of Henry’s BMW, with Kal climbing in the back, and Henry into the drivers seat.

Tell me something, tell me something

You led Henry and Kal into your apartment, and he instructed you to go lay on the couch.

Henry walked into the kitchen after making sure you laid down. He had been to your apartment quite a bit, and knew where you kept everything. Anya and Freya had told him that you hadn’t eaten all day, and he knew you were starving.

He cut you up some cheese, grapes, strawberries, added crackers and dried cranberries to your plate, and poured you some milk, while also grabbing a water bottle out of the fridge.

He made his way into the living room, where you were laying. You had turned on the TV, and was watching Harry Potter.

“Sit up, okay?” He said, and you complied. He sat down, and put the plate of food on the table before wrapping his arms around you again. He motioned for Kal to lay at your feet. 

You slowly began to eat the food he had prepared for you, and focused on the movie. 

The two of you sat there for a few hours, and enjoyed each others company.

He cooked you dinner, took you on a walk with Kal, and gave you lots of cuddled whenever you became upset again, letting you cry it out.

You don't know nothing, just pretend you do Tell me something just before you go

Henry had helped you get ready for bed, and watched as you climbed in. 

Before he could move, you asked him a question. “Can you stay with me tonight?”      

He nodded, and climbed on the other side. He pulled you into his arms again, and you were asleep in seconds.

He gazed down at you, and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. 

He hated that you were so heartbroken, but he knew there was little he could do other than to help you through it, and support you.

Today may have been awful, and the next few weeks were going to be as well, but you know it’ll be fine as long as you had Henry.

Oh, tell me something I don't already know

[queenxxxsupreme]

The Fears of a Father (pt 2)

A/N: You all can thank @thecomfortofoldstorries because I completely forgot to post this when I finished it like a month and a half ago. It’s just been sitting in my docs. I could’ve sworn I posted it but I guess I didn’t. I have the memory span of a fruit fly.

Warnings: none, just fluff

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: Geralt is a great dad. That’s all you need to know. Here is part 1.

 “Y/N? Are you listening?” 

You turned your head to Yennefer. She stood in the doorway of the kitchen, holding a naked Lana by the hand. The mage has just finished chasing Lana around the house after the little girl decided she didn’t want to get in the bath. That’s when Yennefer found you sitting at the kitchen table looking out of the window to the dirt path leading to your house. 

“I’m sorry. I was-I was just thinking.” You shook your head. 

“The longer you sit there and stare out that window, the more you’ll feel miserable.” She reminded you before taking Lana back towards the bathing room.

You stood to your feet and rubbed your hands together, looking around for something to do. 

Something tugged at your skirt. You looked down to see Bram standing next to you, his hand holding the skirt of your dress. 

“Hi, love.” You smiled down at him, bringing you hand up to cup his face. 

“Are you sad, mommy?” He tucked his head into your stomach, his arms wrapping around you as best as they could. 

“Of course not, love. Why would you think that?” You brushed your fingers through his ash blonde hair. 

“‘Cause you’re always sitting here looking out that window. Are you waiting for daddy?”

You smiled a little. 

“I am.”

“I miss him.”

“I miss him too, love.” You leaned down to kiss the top of his head. “It’s getting late, Bram. Go on to bed. I’ll be in in a moment to tuck you in and tell you a story.”

You watched your oldest pad off to your room. He started sleeping in the room with you after the second night of Geralt’s absence. Bram insisted on keeping you safe, on protecting you just like Geralt did.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling lonely. You knew you weren’t alone. You had both of your children and even Yennefer to keep you company. You just missed your husband dearly.

Outside, you heard your horse and Yennefer’s begin to snort and whinny, alarming you that someone was nearing the stables out back. 

Hopeful that it was your husband, you ventured out of the house and into the dark. The air was cold and bitter but you didn’t worry about it. 

With the help of the moonlight, you could see the door to the stable was open. A sigh of relief left your lips as you saw Roach leave one of the stalls and gallop out into the fence.

You hurried into the barn, your heart beating frantically. You ran straight into Jaskier. The bard grabbed your arms to steady you and laughed, pulling you in for a hug. 

“My gods, Y/N! It’s so good to see you.”

“Jaskier, you too.” You squeezed him tight and quickly looked him over for any injuries, running your hands hastily along his arms. 

“What-What are you doing?” Jaskier furrowed his brows together. 

“Were you hurt?” 

Before he had a chance to answer you, your hand pressed against his left clavicle, causing him to wince.  

“What happened?” You looked up to him. 

“Got into it with a barmaid.”

You turned to face your husband, who stood near the stall your horse was in. Geralt had just finished putting away Roach’s saddle. 

“She stabbed him with a fork.” 

The smile on your lips grew as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. For whatever reason, you were waiting for his okay to approach him. 

He held your gaze, a soft smile crossing his lips. 

“Come here, dove.” He beckoned you over with his hand. 

You closed the space between you two as quickly as possible, throwing your arms around his broad shoulders. He winced under the pressure, his hands coming down to grasp your hips. You pulled away quickly, letting him go and looking up at him. Your brows drew together. 

“Are you hurt?”

“Just sore is all.”

“His first hunt in five years!” Jaskier moved to Geralt’s side and patted his shoulder. “It was a glorious one, wasn’t it?”

Geralt looked over to Jaskier, grunting. 

“Jaskier, Bram is in my room laying down. He should be waiting for me to read him a story. He’d love it if you surprised him.” You looked to the bard. 

“That’s my boy! Always eager for a story.” 

Geralt watched Jaskier leave while you studied the witcher’s face. Your hand came up to hold his jaw. Your thumb brushed over a scar on his cheek, one you’d never seen before. 

“I missed you, dove.” Geralt tried to pull you in for a kiss but you refused, wanting to ensure he was okay first. 

“As I’ve missed you. Are you okay?” Your hand gently clasped his chin, turning his head from one side to the other. There were no other new scars on him, no markings that proved he’d put his life on the line. 

“I’m fine. I’d just like to kiss my wife that I haven’t seen in three weeks.”

“You can kiss me in a moment.” 

When you were satisfied with his face and neck, your hands found the ties to his tunic. 

“Smile for me.”

“What?”

“Smile and show me your teeth. I want to make sure you’ve still got them.” As you untied his top, you looked up at him. He flashed you a rare white smile, tilting his head to the side just a little. 

“I missed how worried you get.”

You said nothing, continuing your examination of him. When his top was untied, you pushed the material aside, revealing his chest. You slipped your hand into his shirt, feeling over his cool skin for any wounds. You felt the cold metal of his medallion that rested beneath his shirt. 

“Dove, you’re not going to find anything. I wasn’t hurt.”

“There’s a new scar on your cheek.” You spoke quietly. Your hand brushed over his collarbone and then up the side of his neck so you could cradle his cheek. “You’ve no idea how fearful I was that you wouldn’t return to me.”

He took your hand, pulling it from his face and placing a kiss on your opened palm. 

“I’ll always come back to you.” His golden eyes stayed on yours. He could see the tension slowly melting away and the fear in your eyes dissipating. 

He leaned down to gently kiss your lips. You slipped your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. His hands gripped your waist before one of his arms slipped around your lower back and pulled you in to him. You were then pushed back against one of the stall doors. When you were close enough, his hand slipped down to your upper thigh. He pulled your leg up, hooking you around his hip. 

You pulled away, pressing your hands to his chest. 

“We can’t do this here, Geralt.”

“Sure we can.” His lips found your neck. 

“You’ve got a daughter and a son inside eagerly awaiting your return.”

He pulled his head away from you, looking down at you with liquid honey eyes. 

“How were they?”

“They were good. Bram formed a habit of sleeping with me and Lana.” You pulled the medallion from his shirt to study the pendant. You knew it like the back of your hand but you still admired it. “He wanted to keep his mother and little sister safe. He’d try to stay awake through the whole night. He said he wanted to be just like you.”

“He’s going to be better than me.” Geralt took your hands in his and brought them to his lips. 

“That’s what every parent wants, my love. You’re a great man and an even grander father. You’ve nothing to worry about.” You smiled gently at him. “Let’s go see our children.”

He slipped one bulky arm around you, holding you close as you two moved from the barn to your home. 

***

Jaskier was sitting on the edge of your bed, telling Bram a story of his first time accompanying Geralt on a hunt. It was a story you’d heard many times, one that Bram always loved to hear. 

“Dad!” Bram exclaimed, jumping from the bed and running to Geralt. He released you to hold his son, kneeling down to the six-year-old’s height. He cradled Bram’s head to his shoulder. “I missed you, daddy. Did you miss me?”

“Even more than you could ever imagine, my son.” Geralt’s eyes slipped shut and he inhaled softly.

You placed your hand upon his shoulder, gently squeezing him. You knew how dearly the witcher loved his son and how grounded the boy kept him. He was Geralt’s first born, a true testament that the Butcher of Blaviken was capable of more than just murder and brutality. 

“Daddy!” A high pitched squeal came from behind Geralt. He didn’t have time to stand and turn before Lana ran into him, hugging as much of him as she could. Her little arms just barely reached his sides. She nuzzled her face into his back and giggled when his hair tickled her face. “Hi, daddy.”

Geralt reached back to grab her, his arm wrapping around her little torso. He effortlessly pulled her around so she was next to Bram and Geralt could hug them both. 

“Hi, little dove.” He kissed the top of her head. 

“You’re lucky she had clothes on this time.” Yennefer sighed out. She stood just a few feet behind your husband in the hallway. You gave her a thankful smile to which she nodded her head. 

***

Geralt sat in the kitchen with a sleeping Lana in his arms. Jaskier and Bram sat in front of the fireplace. The bard was telling the boy a story of dragons, involving both Yennefer, Geralt, and Jaskier himself.

You had just finished cleaning the kitchen and were ready to get the children to bed. You agreed to let them stay up for a little longer while Geralt and Jaskier ate. Bram insisted on staying awake with his father while Lana just wanted to be held by Geralt. 

“I can take her and put her in bed if you’d like.” You offered, wiping your damp hands off on the skirt of your dress. 

Geralt softly shook his head, looking down at the ash blonde girl. 

“I’d like to hold her for just a while longer.”

You nodded your head and decided to pull a chair up next to him. You crossed your knees and leaned your head against his shoulder, brushing your fingers through Lana’s hair. 

“She missed you dearly.” You hummed. “We all did.”

“I’m sorry.” Geralt turned his head to press his lips against your shoulder. “It won’t happen again.”

“But it might.” You tilted your head up just a little so you could look him in the eyes. “You’re one of the last witchers left. The world will need you.”

“I know a handful of others in my guild that I will point the world in the direction of. As far as I’m concerned, I’m no longer a witcher.”

“That isn’t true.” You shook your head, turning so you could comb your fingers through his hair.. “You’ll always be a witcher.”

“But I’m a father first.” 

“And a damn good one.” You smiled at him.

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[ahh-fxck]

Happy 2021 Everyone!

Time for my 2020 wrap-up post, it’s been a wild year! Thank you all for being part of it, the Witcher fandom has been a wonderful bright spot for me in an otherwise very stressful 2020.

At this time last year my husband was making vague noises about a show on Netflix whose lead I might find attractive. I was too busy being a dad of two young kids and I hadn’t watched TV or movies for fuck-all since our eldest was born. Attention span, who dat? So it took about two months of him mentioning this show repeatedly and with increasing pointedness for me to finally fire up the first episode. 

Boy howdy, what an experience. The Witcher was a wild ride from start to finish. I could not get Geralt out of my head after I saw it, he just lived there rent-free from that point onward. Did I know that thicc thighs could be so compelling? No, but consider me EDUCATED. It got to the point where I was actually laying awake at night thinking about Geralt the world of the Witcher, so totally curious about what other lore there was and what other people might be saying about it that I finally caved and started looking for memes. 

This is where Tumblr comes in.

Through the echo chamber of the internet I came pretty quickly to the realization that all the good memes were just being copied from Tumblr, a site that I had literally never heard of much less logged into. From there I discovered SO MUCH CONTENT. You all are seriously heroes up in this fandom, creating as much wonderful stuff as you do. I have never lacked for goodies to reblog, the talent and thoughtfulness and sheer creativity of you folks is AMAZING.  (Cut because this gets long, lots of love behind the tag.)

I started reading fic again for the first time since the ‘00s, when life events sort of carried me out of the LOTR fandom and into a great fandomless wilderness. I even made friends! @stressedspidergirlsfandomblog was the first person to really interact with me on Tumblr, and they’ve turned out to be a really fantastic friend. Anytime I see them pop up on my phone I’m like !! Oh boy!! It’s The Friend Again!!

I also bonded with @geraltsays , Mo, my boo, my partner in thirst crimes, and all-around one of the sweetest actual people. You’re my apple a day too, bb!

Then there’s all the wonderful people knocking around the fandom who light up my day with their awesome content: @rawrkinjd, @vands88, @valdomarx , @witcher-and-his-bard , @stressedspidergirlsfandomblog, @west-moor, @writinglizards, @frostedbasilisk, @laurelnose, @inber, @julek, @vvitchering and SO MANY MORE.

Plus. The people who pop on my dash? Y’all are immaculate. @reinvent-and-believe, @shortof-amarble, @alwaysfoolsparsley, @dapandapod, @lesdemonium, and more, thank you for making my 2020 fun :)

Also thanks to the Witcher fandom, I’ve even made it onto Discord! Y’all are the actual best and I am so happy to know all of you. @dhwty-writes, @thevalesofanduin, @petrificustotaluss,  @love-and-cubs-and-white-wolves, @lohrendrell , @geraskier-trashh , @elliestormfound, @hailhailsatan, @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde, @jaskierswolf, and so many more, you have made my days and nights so fun and full of happiness this year!

If you haven’t made it onto one list or another here, fear not! I still think you are an awesome content creator/great to talk to on Discord/love having you on my dash!! I just like... didn’t want to tag you three times and started flailing wildly. Just know that you, YES YOU, have made my 2020 wonderful.

Stumbling into this fandom has been the single best thing to happen to me last year. Thank all of you for making this an inspiring, silly, smutty, awesome year. May 2021 be so much better. <3

[innaminitus]

White wolf

Pairing: Geralt x reader

Request: Hello! May I request a Geralt of Rivia smut about prompt 31? Reader is from a good family that is hosting Geralt because they required his services. They have lots of children, including reader, and they are very overbearing parents. She is always obedient in front of them, but cannot stand them, and the handsome brooding Geralt arrives! Thank you!

and

Hi I love your works so so much!! Could you please do a Geralt with thigh riding or cockwarming pls thank you !!! (both from anon)

Warnings: smut, like, really bad plot

Word count: 1982

A/N: i should be studying so i’m writing. who needs to pass these exams anyway?

Gods damn this rain, these puddles and your father, who ordered you to pick up some boletes for supper, as if you didn’t have servants to do such things. You’ve only found three before it started to rain like hell, not leaving a single dry string on you and blurring your sight. Your shoes were also wet within seconds, getting sucked by slimy mud. The sky was suddenly dark and it definitely was going to get worse than just this rain. The storm was coming and you were far from home. Great.

You walked through the forest, barely seeing anything, with water flowing to your eyes and hair sticking to your forehead. You were either going to freeze to death or drown in that rain. Or get lost completely and get eaten by wolves. That was the least optimistic option and you very much hoped you would not meet any wolf on your way back.

You almost thought that your situation wasn’t hopeless until you slipped on the mud and fell on the ground, hitting your leg hard on the rock. You cried, turning on the ground and grasping the leg. You got nauseous when you saw blood dripping through your fingers.

“Gods help me…”

Did wolves smell blood? You hoped they did not, because in that case you were dead.

You heard some noise through the noise of the rain and with heavy breath and raging heart waited for something to show up. You tried to stand up and held the nearby tree. Your leg hurt awfully, the heat of the blood and wound was the only thing keeping you from freezing.

What you saw was a horse and a big figure riding it; the rain created a halo around white hair. He jumped off the horse and walked to you. From up close he wasn’t so scary.

“Are you alright?” He asked, narrowing his eyes to see better.

“Yeah, I’m fine, don’t mind me. I often hug trees in the rain with bleeding leg.”

You could swear you saw a smile on his face.

“Well then, I shall go away. I wish you pleasant day.” He turned away and wanted to walk back to his horse.

“Oh, for gods’ sake, wait!” You tried to approach him but almost fell. The mud was very efficiently making it even harder for you to walk. He turned to you with raised eyebrow. “Will you help me?”

You realized it was probably unwise to ask a stranger to help you, but your situation was not the best and you really didn’t see yourself spending the night in the forest.

“I will,” he laughed and with one move picked you up and almost threw on the horse, which made a funny sound at the sudden weight. He jumped behind you and pleasant warmth surrounded your back. “Where should we ride?”

“Mayor’s house. I’m his daughter. I’m Y/N, by the way.” He moved the rein and the horse moved. “Will you tell me your name?”

His chest against your back was very nice indeed, and you were quite satisfied to be leaning on him.

“Geralt.”

“Wait, like the Witcher?” You tried to look at him, but in this position it was hard to do.

“Exactly like the Witcher,” he said and you could hear amusement in his voice.

“Oh, wow. The white wolf himself, rescues a girl from the mud and rain.” You nodded. “I should probably shut up before you push me off this horse.”

He only laughed again. So you’ve met a wolf, after all.

*

The ride was shorter than you expected and when you reached your home your father run outside to meet you.

“What happened?! What did you think, going out in such weather?!” He helped you to get off the horse. You didn’t say anything about it being his stupid idea. “Thank you, good sir,” he said to Geralt when you stood on the ground. Well, almost, because the leg was hurting like hell and you could barely stand straight. “This girl… Always causes trouble! And you, sir, must stay for the night! There is no need for you to stay in the inn.”

Geralt nodded and got off the horse as well.

“Oy! Boy!” Your father shouted to one of the men taking care of the horses. “Feed the horse and take care of it!” He completely forgot about you and grabbed Geralt’s arm to drag him inside the house. You limped behind them, imagining your sight could kill and piercing you father’s dad with it. “My wife you see, makes the absolute best pork ribs…”

*

When Geralt was dry and in a well lit room, you could clearly see how handsome he was. He didn’t talk much, but everything he said was witty, as if there was a lot of things going around in his head, but he wasn’t eager to express any of them.

You were quick to grow fond of him, especially in his deep voice and smirk he showed from time to time. Oh, and his amber eyes. And the jawline. Well, you liked pretty much everything in him, but who could blame you? He was the most handsome men you’ve ever met and you were sure that under his clothes he was even more impressive.

Your sister was bandaging your leg when he and the rest of your family were finishing dinner.

“So he’s the famous Butcher of Blaviken?” She asked, trying very hard not to look at him.

He could butcher my pussy if he wanted to.

“He is.” You nodded. “I was lucky he found me.”

“I hope we won’t have any distress because of it.”

“This girl, she’s the eldest, you see, but she doesn’t want to get married!” You overheard your father and rolled your eyes. “One would think that’s what woman is made for, to get married and bear children, but no!”

“I know many powerful women who are more than fine without a man,” Geralt said calmly and you felt a warm feeling towards him.

“She’s obedient child, I tell you, but a difficult one,” your father kept speaking as if he didn’t hear the Witcher. “I say she needs a man with a heavy hand to keep her in her place.”

Geralt murmured something and got up, saying something about leaving in the morning. He walked past you and sent you a ghost of a smile before climbing up the stairs in the direction of the bedroom your mother prepared for him. A little further than the bedrooms of you and your family, “just in case if he brings trouble”.

*

You couldn’t sleep that night, the thought of the handsome man was more than enough to keep you awake. Awake and horny when you started to wonder about how his hands would feel on your body, how his fingers would pull your hair to give him access to your neck…

You weren’t sure where you found the courage to leave your room, but there you were, walking careful to not stand on your wounded leg for too long, walking down and up the stairs to reach Geralt’s bedroom in the attic. You knocked silently, but got no response, so you opened the door and slipped inside. It was complete darkness, only a small window was letting the moonlight in.

The Witcher was sleeping, with one hand behind his head, and, to your delight, with no shirt. He wasn’t covered with blanket, the night was really warm. You walked to him.

“Geralt,” you whispered.

“What?” His eyes were still closed, but he must’ve been awake from the moment you walked into his room.

“I came to say thank you.”

“This is odd hour to do so.”

“It’s not, you’ll see.”

You were either really stupid, or really confident, because you climbed on top of him. Probably the first one.

He opened his eyes in an instant, but wasn’t surprised nor angry at your actions. He just slowly moved his hands to your thighs, crumpling your nightgown in his fingers.

“How’s your leg?” He asked, slowly rolling the fabric to reach your bare skin.

“Hurts like hell,” you sighed when he got to the hem of your dress and gently caressed the skin under it.

“Then you better be careful with it.”

“I will.”

You leaned in the same moment as he rose, your lips met somewhere in the middle. You cupped his face and deepened the kiss, shivering at the sensation of his warm skin against yours. His tongue slipped into your mouth just when his fingers travelled up your thigh. He groaned when he found out you had no underwear on.

He wasn’t going to play. Your nightgown was off within seconds, exposing your naked form in front of him, one of his hands touched your hardening nipple, making you sigh and kiss him even more passionately. He moved slightly, you were now sitting on his thigh, almost dripping onto it from the excitement you felt.

His hands slid to your hips, he forced you to grind onto him. A soft moan escaped your lips at the feeling, he swallowed it with his, kissing you fiercely. He was guiding you as you rode his thigh, electricity was rushing through your veins, destroying every sensible thought you’ve had. His leg was completely wet from your juices, only making you grind onto him harder. One of his hands grabbed the side of your neck and pulled you for a kiss, his tongue darted into your mouth, not letting you go even when bits of pleasure started to build into orgasm. Electricity turned into lightning bolts when ecstasy hit you hard and he silenced you with his lips, not letting you make any loud sound that would wake anyone up.

He let you go when you calmed yourself down a bit and with one move turned you, so your back met the mattress. He took of his underwear, freeing his impressive length, hard and dripping for you.

Geralt positioned himself between your legs and thrusted into you rapidly, painfully stretching your walls. He gave you a second or two to adjust and started to move, slowly at first, turning the pain into pleasure. He was pulling almost entirely only to push himself balls deep into your heat, each time making you moan a little louder.

“You have to be quiet,” he said hoarsely, fastening the pace.

You nodded, not being able to form letters into words and wrapped your arms around him, bringing him closer. His chest was almost pressed against yours as he thrusted in you, faster and faster, reaching the point where you simply could not be silent anymore.

At another loud moan he covered your mouth with his hand, leaning to your ear. He didn’t say anything, just bit your earlobe slightly before moving to your neck, leaving wet marks everywhere he could reach.

You moved your hips to his pace, trying not to lose your mind just yet, to make it last longer, as long as possible, but it was too hard when his cock was reaching the best spots, and his abdomen rubbing on your oversensitive clit with each move.

Orgasm hit you once more, this time even harder than before, shattering you whole, turning you into whining mess. He was just behind you, his moves became uncontrollable, he was pounding fiercely into you, biting on your shoulder to not make any sound. Your legs were shaking and hips were moving when you milked him entirely, the warmth of his cum spilling deep inside of you made you shiver even more.

He stayed like this for a moment before he pulled out and lied next to you on a small bed.

“So,” you were breathing so heavy it came out as a sigh “thank you for your help.”

“You are very much welcome.”

___

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Bad Things Happen Bingo Masterpost!

And that's a wrap on my @badthingshappenbingo card! Thanks to anybody and everybody who requested a square - this has been so, so fun! I've had this card for years and have been actively working on it for a year and a half, so it's incredible to have finally finished it 🥰

Prompts and Fills listed below the cut:

Used in Sacrifice/Ritual - Filled

you would be the one to rescue me | BBC Atlantis | Jason x Pythagoras

When Jason wakes, Pythagoras is gone.

This in itself is not so strange. What is strange, however, is that his cloak has been left behind despite there being a significant chill in the air. And when Hercules begins to wake, and there is still no sign, Jason knows.

Something's wrong.

Rage Against the Reflection - Filled

out, damned spot | 9-1-1: Lone Star | TK x Carlos

TK wakes up gasping, choking on air. The sheets are suffocating him and, when he tries to free himself, they only seem to get tighter. The hands reaching out for him, trying to calm him, are the final straw; TK throws himself from bed and sprints to the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind him as he collapses against the sink.

On some level, he is aware that the hands were Carlos’s, that the sheets were theirs, that his hands are clean, and that the dream was just a dream.

But they weren't always that way.

Falling Through the Ice - Filled

ice in my veins | 9-1-1: Lone Star | TK x Carlos

Carlos only turns away for a second, he swears. Unfortunately, a second is clearly ample time for his boyfriend to get into trouble because when Carlos turns back around, TK is no longer standing where he left him.

Instead, there’s a sizable hole in the ice.

Flashbacks - Filled

start again from the beginning | 9-1-1: Lone Star | TK & Owen

Owen trusts his son. He’s watched TK fight his addiction and stay sober for the last six years, and he has faith that he can handle himself.

But when TK doesn’t show up for work the night after proposing to Alex, Owen knows that something is wrong. After all, they've been here before.

Branding - Filled

setting fire to our insides for fun | Supernatural | Meg x Cas

Cas had been prepared to find demons. Frankly, he would have been concerned if he didn’t find demons, given that that was his mission here. What he hadn’t been prepared for, however, was to find two demons torturing another, pressing the hot end of a branding iron into her forearm.

He killed the two torturers with practised ease, barely wasting a moment before they were both on the dirty, wooden floor, eyes burned out their sockets. Only then did he allow his surprise to catch up to him, breathing heavily as his gaze settled on someone he hadn’t seen in a long time.

Meg.

Memory Loss - Filled

focal point | 9-1-1: Lone Star | TK x Carlos

Waking up in the hospital is becoming all too familiar. Being the one in the bed is less so, but Carlos has had his fair share of hospital trips. He knows the drill.

As soon as he sees him awake, TK breaks out in harsh sobs. "Carlos," he breathes. "I... I thought I'd lost you."

Caught in an Explosion - Filled

can we skip past near death cliches? | 9-1-1: Lone Star | TK x Carlos

It’s the kind of call every first responder dreads. A bomb threat in an apartment block, civilian’s lives on the line, the whole situation a hair’s breadth away from disaster. And Carlos is right in the middle of it.

tw: explosions, bombs

Forced to Kneel/Bow - Filled

in case you don’t live forever (let me tell you now) | 9-1-1: Lone Star | TK x Carlos

His teammates were still sitting in the communal area when TK entered, eyes glued to the tv screen. Paul was the first to notice him, and TK’s concern only grew as he got everyone else’s attention, their worried gazes falling on him one by one.

“There’s a hostage situation at that big, fancy hotel across town," Marjan explained. "Apparently it’s pretty serious, they’ve had to send police in, and, um, well…”

Marjan paused, and TK felt dread wash through him, knowing what her next words would be.

“Carlos is there, TK. He’s gone in.”

tw: references to gun violence

Be Careful What You Wish For - Filled

can you beat back the night? | The Witcher | Geralt x Jaskier

He misses the bard. Geralt won’t admit it, not even to Roach, but he misses him. After months—years—of Jaskier’s constant chatter and the sound of his lute, the silence, once valued above all else, is too much.

It’s been months since the dragon, since Geralt lost both Yennefer and Jaskier in one fell swoop. He’s cursed himself many times over for the words he said—to both of them—and cursed himself more for the mistakes he made to get in this position in the first place.

*

this is the lot of witchers, to be alone.

Blood From the Mouth - Filled

I Got You | 9-1-1: Lone Star | TK x Carlos, TK & 126 Crew

“I’m just sayin’,” Judd says, waving his arms around. “Somebody’s gonna get themselves killed in there one of these days. I had to come out here three times last year because of some idiots who think they know better than the ‘Keep Out’ signs.”

The team are called to an abandoned house where some kids are trapped. Everything is going smoothly, which, naturally, means that it won't be that way for much longer.

Trapped in a Burning Building - Filled

a little unsteady | 9-1-1: Lone Star | TK x Carlos

9-1-1, What's your emergency?

'Please, help! My house is on fire and my husband’s inside!'

or

t.k. sometimes wonders if the universe is out to get him

Worked Themselves to Exhaustion - Filled

In Your Arms | 9-1-1: Lone Star | TK x Carlos, Michelle & TK

T.K. and Carlos agreed when they started dating to check-in on each other that they were both okay. Reassurance that nothing bad had happened. So, when Carlos hasn't replied hours after his shift is supposed to have finished, T.K.'s definitely beginning to panic. 

Locked in a Cage - Filled

running out of time | Shadowhunter Chronicles | Kit x Ty

When (if) they got out of here, Kit wanted the record to unequivocally state that this wasn’t his fault. Not that it was Ty's either, but it certainly wasn't Kit's.

or

kit and ty's first hunt together after three years goes wrong and they wind up trapped in a cage with no way out. naturally, this leads to a heartfelt conversation.

Demonic/Ghostly Possession - Filled

Haunting | 9-1-1: Lone Star | TK x Carlos, TK & Owen

T.K. is five when he first sees a ghost, though, of course, he doesn’t know that it’s a ghost. His name is Joey, and he lives in the playground, which T.K. thought was a little strange, but he doesn’t want to ask. Dad says it’s rude to ask questions like that to someone he’s just met.

Fingore - Filled

ease my mind | 911: Lone Star | TK x Carlos

Briefly, Carlos considers calling TK and telling him about the accident. But… He only broke two of his fingers and it barely even classifies as a minor injury in his book, so there’s really no reason to bother his fiancé while he’s still on shift himself. He pockets his phone then looks around to figure out where the exit is.

Only, an all-too familiar laugh distracts him from his task, drawing his attention to the nurses station.

Where TK is standing, smiling as a nurse swats at him for stealing one of their lollipops.

Carlos is, beyond doubt, fucked.

Verbal Abuse - Filled

this is a song about somebody else | 9-1-1: Lone Star | TK x Carlos, TK & Marjan

TK doesn't notice the 126's latest visitor until it's too late. He freezes as Alex smiles at him, knocked off balance by this sudden intrusion of his old life into his new one.

or

alex vists tk at the 126. luckily, tk has his family to help him through it.

tw: abusive language

Dying in Their Arms - Filled

can you hear me screaming (please don’t leave me) | 9-1-1: Lone Star | TK x Carlos

As a cop, Carlos has to deal with all kinds of cases, and not all of them end well. But never in his life did he imagine that he'd have to respond to an incident involving his own boyfriend.

tw: major character death

Blindfolded - Filled

find you here inside the dark | Doctor Who | Thirteen x Yaz

Yaz has walked this room too many times to count now; she’s traced her fingertips over the walls, searching for any cracks or crevices to indicate where there might be a door.

If the Doctor were here, she’d have her sonic out by now, spitting out words, only half of which Yaz could understand. She’d find a way out in no time. Or, if not, at least she’d be here. Talking a mile a minute, probably annoying the hell out of their captors. Yaz can almost hear her now—

Wait.

She can hear her now.

Water Torture - Filled

soggy clothes and breezeblocks | 9-1-1: Lone Star | TK x Carlos

Carlos wakes up slowly. He cracks his eyes open, wincing at the pounding in his head. He lifts his hand to massage the pain away, only to discover that his hand won't move, the cool metal of handcuffs biting viciously into his wrist.

After an undercover mission goes wrong, Carlos is forced to fight for his life. And to make matters worse, his kidnappers are making sure that T.K. is watching the entire thing.

tw: torture

Fighting from the Inside - Filled

and curse the gods | BBC Atlantis | Jason & Medusa

Jason knows what it is to be cursed.

Slammed into a Wall - Filled

mind over matter (matter over mind) | 9-1-1: Lone Star | TK x Carlos, TK & Owen

After a night out goes wrong, TK and Carlos are left to deal with the consequences.

tw: homophobia, hate crimes, hiding an injury

Suicide Attempt - Filled

be done with this now | 9-1-1: Lone Star | TK x Carlos

Once upon a time, Carlos had thought that watching as his almost-boyfriend was whisked off in an ambulance, bullet wound in his chest, would be the worst moment of his life. Then TK had been kidnapped, and Carlos had spent hours not knowing where he was, if he was alive or dead, and he thought - this is it. Nothing can top this.

But, having to perform CPR on his husband, having to hold him as he slipped away in his arms?

That was worse than even his nightmares.

tw: suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts, depression, drug abuse, overdosing

Bleeding Through the Bandages - Filled

pull you in to feel your heartbeat | 9-1-1: Lone Star | TK x Carlos

The call comes at the tail end of Carlos’s shift, and he instantly hates whichever idiot decided to ruin his night by mugging someone.

What he's not expecting is to find his boyfriend on the ground, bleeding out from a stab wound.

Arm in a Sling - Filled

have you been involved in an accident at work? | 9-1-1: Lone Star | TK & 126 Crew, TK x Carlos

T.K. was on his way to the hospital. Again.

At least this time he could say with absolute certainty that it 100% wasn't his fault.

Self-Harm - Filled

but god i wanna feel again | 9-1-1: Lone Star | TK x Carlos

Carlos blames himself for not noticing. It's not like he had much choice in the matter; he hasn't seen T.K. all week, and his texts have been going unanswered, but he can't help but feel like it's partly his fault.

If only T.K. would actually talk about himself, instead of keeping it all in.

tw: self-harm

[blueroan-equestrian]

More to Life

ch.1

I am a slow writer and I tend to get distracted by many ideas that me off topic. Anyway reader saves Geralt after a ruff hunt and when he wakes up he finds himself being taken care of and the two start an odd relationship. new chapters will be listed at the bottom when they come.

I lived outside a small town. I harvest herbs, other vegetation, soaps, goat cheese, and eggs from my chickens to sell in town. I don’t have much but one A-shaped cord at the neck, off white, underdress, and a blue apron dress that has both sides had ties for adjustability. I have my mother's copper broaches that have blue beads and a sun pendant hanging from it that my dad gave her and a nice leather o-ring belt a boy in town gave me that I hang my drawstring bags from. However, my shoe in contrast to the rest of my attire my shoes are falling apart and I had a large piece of scrap fabric for a bandana to protect my hair and scalp from the sun. Sure I could trade the broaches or even the valuable beads for some new shoes, but they are the last thing I have of my family. I use the money from my herbs for what I need to get through the winters while the food I grow in growing times and in freezing times dwindles.

I live alone and seldom have visitors, so when a saddled horse with no rider trotted over caught my attention. “Hey...uh... girl where’s your rider, huh? did you wonder off, or did they fall off?” I reached out to the beautiful mare but she turned and slowly began to walk off stopping to make sure I was following. I caught up to her and walked beside her. She was headed for the woods and while that made me nervous, the horse who saught me out piqued my interest enough to continue to follow her into a potentially dangerous situation. She stopped in front of an unconscious man and nudged him with her muzzle. The man was massive and filthy, “oh girl I don’t know if I can help... well he is still breathing at least. We can’t stay here it’s not safe ... oh you poor man what were you doing out here?” I tried to lift him but he was too heavy so I tried to at least flip him on his back and that was a feat in itself. “Ok, I think I can at least drag him out of the woods, and from out there hopefully wait for him to be a little bit conscious so we can get him up on you and bring him back to my house.”

It wasn’t easy but with time and a lot of breaks, I managed to get him out of the forest before it consumed us into total darkness. Sitting next to him I checked to make sure he was still breathing before smoothed back his hair, “Oh honey how did you get yourself in this situation? I don’t know if we can really wait till you wake now that it’s getting dark... how am I supposed to get you back? I don’t want to hurt you any more than you already are but I can’t pick you up and I am exhausted as it is. Come on you need to wake up.” I pleaded as I softly shook him. To my surprise, he let out a groan. I shoved him into a sitting position before somehow shoving him to his feet and leaning him against the horse. Luckily he has a very very well behaved horse who held still as I struggled to get him to lay across her back. “Ok good job now to get him home without him falling off.”

We head back and once back I pulled him off in front of the door before taking his horse to be tied and watered before dragging him into my one-room house. I took a bucket of water and a washcloth to clean him up the best I could. Before I stripped off my broach necklace, belt, as well as my dress apron and climbed into my bed and fell asleep, exhausted from getting him here.

I woke up early finding him where I left him. I decided I would tend to him a bit more thoroughly than I did before now that I have rested. Slowly I stripped him of his armor and then of his shoes and outer clothes; leaving him in only his underwear. He was cut up, but it was clear from his scars that wasn’t something new to him. “Oh, honey, what has been hurting you,” I whispered to myself more than anything. I slowly I began to wash him up as I did the night before but this time with more care. As I went out for another bucket of water I made sure to water his horse again and move her to a grassy area to graze before I returned and continued to bathe and patch him up. I had gotten to his legs when he began to stir. “Shh,” I cooed as I continued my work, “You’ve have been through quite a bit. You should rest, and take it easy.”

“Roach?” He grumbled with his eyes still closed.

“Hmm? Is that your horse?”

“Yes, where?

“Grazing outback, you are lucky to have her.”

“Where are we?”

“My home, it’s a bit of a ways off from the woods I found you in... what were you doing out there? Everyone knows to stay out of those woods. If you must travel, you go around.” I was practically scolding him.

He began to chuckle but was cut off with a few small coughs, “You went in.”

“I followed your horse in. She is a smart girl, you should be thankful. You must be good to her to have her care about you so much to bring you help.”

“Hmm... that she is. But if the forest is as dangerous as you say it is, why would you, a little slip of a thing, follow a strange horse into the woods?” His eyes are now open watching me wash him.

“I don’t know... she was distressed and I couldn’t ignore her plea. Though getting you out wasn’t easy... honestly I’m surprised we even made it out let alone back here before daybreak. You are a very lucky man.”

“Hmm,” he hummed in a deliciously deep voice that became more and more alluring each time I heard it. I had to shake my head to get a grip of my senses.

“You’re a brave girl... but why are you still washing me? I’m awake I can do it myself... um, but thank you for attending to my wounds and for taking care of Roach.”

“Of course and as I said you should rest... I’m almost finished... though now that your up I’d like to wash your hair, it’s filthy.”

“Do you often undress unconscious men that you find in the woods and bathe them in nothing but an underdress?” His voice was smooth but his gold eyes were dancing playfully.

“No your my first.” I teased right back. “Now I’m going to go collect some more clean water and then we’re going to clean your hair.”

“I’m starving”

“Then I will make you some eggs and grits to eat first.”

He ate the eggs I cooked him quickly and quietly as I prepared to finish washing his hair. I ran my fingers over his newly wet hair working in the soap I make from the lilac in my garden and a base of goats milk from my goat Hanna. He was leaning into my touch with a pleased hum. “SO... Mr.... uh... I don’t believe I caught your name.”

“Geralt of Rivia, and what might your name be?”

“(y/n) of ___________. So Geralt you still haven’t answered my question... Why were you in the woods?”

He opens his eyes and tilts his head back to look at me, “Solving your town's problem... I’m a Witcher... don’t you know?”

I smile at him, “Oh, I see I guess I should have known when you opened your eye... Well close your eyes I don’t want the soap to get in your eyes while I rinse it out.” I had him lean over the bucket as I took a cup and poured water over him till the soap was all out. I used my apron to dry his hair. “Alright, all clean and patched up. Now, why don’t you go lay down in bed and rest? I’ll bring you lunch after I finish my chores.”

“Hn, that’s not necessary. Let me help you, I’m fine.” He began to stand but I nudged him to the bed.

“No, you rest. You won’t heal if you don’t rest. Whicher or not you need to rest. I don’t want to hear anything more on the subject.” I gave him a curt nod before giving him an expecting look.

He heaved a sigh, “Alright, but only because I don’t want to be ungrateful for your hospitality.”

He lays down and I go out to tend to my animals, garden and start on a new batch of soaps. As I wait for the soap to settle, I take some of the vegetables and begin to make a vegetable broth stew. I poured it into two bowls and brought them over to where he laid. He watched me the whole time, and only did he sit up when I handed him a bowl and spoon. I sat down beside him silently eating.

“Thank you... for the food.... and taking care of me. It’s awfully kind of you.” He said in an unpracticed manner.

“You already thanked me for that.” I was blushing like a young girl. Finishing the stew I took the bowl to put aside. “Are you still hungry? Do you need more?”

He smirked, “No, thank you. You don’t need to worry about me. You have been more than gracious.”

I nod before exiting silently to fetch water to fill my small metal basin in the house to wash his clothes. Once it was filled I took his shirt and began to wash it.

“(y/n)... You don’t need to clean my clothes for me, I can do it.”

“I already told you, you need to rest. You are my guest, and I will take care of your needs.”

“Why are you doing this? Most people want nothing to do with me unless they need a monster killed.” he gave me a quizzical look from my bed.

“Because... you needed help and it’s the right thing to do,” I say giving him another nod. Another moment of silence goes by, “Geralt?” I pause to look up and catch his gaze. “Have you always wanted to hunt monsters?”

He raises his brows, “I don’t know about want... it wasn’t really a choice.”

“Oh, have you ever considered changing your path?”

“Never needed too,” He shrugs, “Monster hunting and coin are all I need.”

“Geralt... oh Geralt.... there is so much more out there waiting for you.” I sigh, pausing once more my work.

“Hmm... like what?”

“Like someone to love and love you back. Whether it friends or lovers is up to you. There’s community and games... so much more than just the lone life.”

He looks at me and smiles, “and where should find these people?”

“You can start right here. Whenever you come in the area, you could come see me. We can be friends.” I hummed as I got back to work.

“And if I want more?”

“Then you better stop by a lot and earn it. I’m not a floozy.”

He chuckles, “Never said you were. But thank you for the offer but I don’t know if being my friend is possible. I live a nomadic life. But I appreciate your kindness.”

I finished washing his clothes and move to start on his armor. But he’s up and beside me, “Let me finish I have rested plenty and my armor has sharp parts, I don’t want you accidentally getting hurt.”

I had other work to do and needed to make a run into town to sell my soaps and buy some supplies. “Ok only because I need to go into town. You better be resting when I get back. Even Witcher’s need breaks.”

“Yes ma’am don’t think I want to see your bad side.” He teased. “If you like you can take Roach it’ll be faster and you’ll know I can’t leave.”

I point at him and give him a look before gathering my things, throw on my apron, and trotted out. I have ridden a horse before but it had been a while since I had. But I climbed up and headed for town. It was quicker with a horse and I finished my business earlier than I had anticipated. We go home and I find Geralt collecting water still in his underwear as his clothes were still wet. “Still cleaning your armor?”

He moves to help me down and takes my basket, “Let me get that for you.”

“I am going to make dinner, could you please water the animals?”

“Of course, and sorry for the mess I left. I was just going to wash it up.”

“Oh it’s fine, we can clean up later.”

He walks me in and sets my basket on the table before walking out. I start to prepare a meal with the meat I got in town and Geralt finishes his chore and comes in and waits at the table. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

I smile and move to place the pot into the fire, “Yes, let’s clean this floor up while we wait for our meal.”

“Let me get it, sit.” He works quickly and quietly till it’s done and our meal is cooked. I serve the food before sitting down with Geralt to eat. “(Y/N)... I would like to repay you for your tro...”

I cut him off, “No... there is no need for that.”

“Well, surely there is something you need or something I could do for you.”

“You could take better care of yourself, stay a couple of days, and take it easy.”

“Why are you so hell-bent on taking care of me?” he asked tilting his head and resting his spoon in his bowl.

“Because... someone needs too and I guess I have a strong maternal instinct.” I shrug as I continue eating.

“Hmm that you do... You will make a great wife and a great mother someday.” there is something in the way he looks at me but I can’t quite name it.

“I don’t know if that’s in my cards but...uh thanks. So are you going to stay?”

“Where would I sleep?” He chuckles, “I don’t want to sound ungrateful, but...”

“Are you afraid to sleep in the same bed as me? I’m not asking to be intimate, just offering to share comforts...” I give him a coy smile.

“No, not at all. I suppose I can stay one more night.”

We chat for a bit about his travels before we both crawl into bed and fall asleep. When I wake he is already gone and there is a set of new shoes on the table with a note, “You wouldn’t let me repay you for taking care of me, but you never said Roach couldn’t repay you for taking care of her. Roach says thank you.” I couldn’t help but laugh but I oddly felt sad he had left without saying goodbye.

link to ch 2 

https://blueroan-equestrian.tumblr.com/post/623728280608096256/more-to-life-2

[frywen-bumbles]

The Way to a Man's Heart Goes Through His... Cat? Ch2

Days 6-7: Jaskier gets some unexpected messages and looks after house plants

AO3

Master of Music.

Jaskier loves the sound of it.

What he doesn't love is the half-empty document staring at him from his laptop screen.

'Historical Facts, Recent Myths, Current Connections: The Witchers in Historical and Contemporary Music'

He has all of his research material on hand. He has read through it. Several times. But writing the actual research down isn't happening.

Gods above how much he wishes he could just compose new songs and throw his brain out of the window. He doesn't even believe in any gods but if praying will help writing to happen he's willing to try.

Roach sits on top of the bookshelf, in one of her favourite places to... stare at him. And judge. Or maybe Jaskier feels like the cat is judging him. She hasn't warmed up to him during the first week at all, all she does is stare at him whatever he does but doesn't let him close enough to touch yet alone to brush.

"You know, Roachie if you won't let me touch you soon your owner will have to shave you naked when he returns."

Roach doesn't answer.

Of course, she won't answer. He must be going bonkers. Maybe a walk will help. He doesn't hold high hopes, everything is going shite anyway, what good could one walk do?

He snaps a quick silly selfie of himself and Roach and sends it to Roach's owner, like every day. It doesn't take long for the mark to turn blue to note the message has been seen. No answer, but at this point, Jaskier is not surprised. There has been no answer in the previous days, why break the tradition now? Some people just aren't made for small talk and Jaskier isn't going to force it. Not that he'd want to see the man. No, that would be ridiculous.

He gets lost in his thoughts, trying to figure out how to put together his thesis in some sort of coherent way as he walks to the nearby park. His phone buzzes in his pocket for a new message. He digs it out, not giving it much thought expecting to see a message from Essi or Pricilla. What he sees makes him almost drop his phone in his shock.

Cat dad answered? And with a photo?

A honk makes him realise he's standing in the middle of the road like an idiot and he crosses to the other side to reach the park. Only it feels like he doesn't need to have a walk anymore, this is more excitement than he's had in the entire week.

He opens the message.

A selfie with a blonde girl and a man stare back at him. He feels like his heart will stop.

"Essi?" Jaskier has to talk to someone. He knows he shouldn't, he promised absolute confidentiality. But he will burst if he doesn't talk about this to someone. He will absolutely without a doubt die.

"What is it, Buttercup?" Essi drawls like she has all the time in the world.

"Cat dad it insanely hot!"

"Whaaat? He texted back?"

"Yes! He's off the wall hot? I can't deal with this! How am I supposed to just sit working on his desk knowing what the man looks like? He will haunt my dreams, Essi!"

"Well, spill the tea! What does he look like?"

"You know I can't tell you, just know he's the hottest dude I have ever seen, okay? I can't deal with this. How am I supposed to write academic bullshite when his picture sits on my phone and I could just... look at it whenever I want to?

"Jaskier, for fucks sake. Your thesis is already a year late. You have been promised a place in the doctoral programme. If you keep sitting on your arse with this, instead of being the brightest student at the Uni, you will fail, understand? Get your shite together and stop falling in love with every person you happen to see."

"But, Essiiii... He's really hot!"

"I know, darling. Just keep it in your pants until you've finished with your thesis. Then I give you my permission to go chase the hot cat daddy."

"Melitele forbid, Essi, you're no fun. I wasn't going to chase him! I don't even know where he is. I just can't get over the hotness, okay?"

"Mm hmm, I know you too well. Get back to work or do I need to remind you why you took up pet sitting?"

"No. I'm sorry. I'll take a small walk and then get right back to writing, I promise."

Jaskier does not get back to writing.

He stares at the picture in his phone trying to figure out how a gorgeous man like that could have such an impersonal home. The man has his hair tied back in a messy bun, revealing an undercut which tells the milky white locks are natural. Jaskier didn't know he had a thing for blonds, but he sure as hell does now.

The girl's young, maybe around ten years old, Jaskier isn't sure. Kids aren't exactly his forte, all of his friends are still firmly stuck in their studies instead of having families of their own.

The picture had been taken by the girl, the grin wide on her face suggesting taking it had been her idea. But the soft smile the man has as he looks at the girl is melting Jaskier's heart.

If only someone would look at him like that he could die happy.

A crash from upstairs startles him enough to put down his phone and look at the time. Jaskier tries and fails not to fall into despair. He has wasted another day, not a single word written and how he wishes he could just throw up all of his ideas into coherent text but it is not happening.

He closes his laptop. It's no use. Going like this he'll never graduate.

Roach stares at him from the door, covered in dust and... definitely more dust.

"I'm a mess, aren't I, Roachie?"

Roach doesn't answer. Instead, she screams and runs downstairs, expecting him to follow like a good servant. His phone buzzes for a new message and Jaskier taps it open.

<Water the plants. Remember to brush the cactus.>

Remember to what the what now? He stares at the message, trying (and failing) to ignore the image above it.

"What the fuck?" he mutters to himself as he makes his way downstairs to stare at the house plants he has given no thought at all up to this point. On the windowsill in the kitchen is a lone cactus, right next to where Roach likes to sit and look to the yard. A cactus completely covered in cat hair and Roach is happy to provide how that particular thing happened. She jumps next to the plant and rubs her head against it, leaving even more hair on the spines.

"Brush the cactus. Okay then..."

<How do I brush a cactus?>

<What the fuck Jask?>

Jaskier snaps a picture of the cactus and sends it to the group chat with Essi and Pricilla.

<How do I get rid of the hair???>

He gets no response. ... appears on the screen several times before crying laughing emojis fill the screen.

<Thanks a bunch -.- >

He goes to dig through the cabinet where he found cat things and discovers a comb.

"That'll have to do," he sighs and gets to combing the cactus, careful not to harm it. In the end, the cactus comes unharmed from the endeavour but unfortunately, Jaskier doesn't. His palm is adorned with spines he spends a good five minutes plucking out with tweezers.

<If i die bc of a cactus related infection I'm blaming you>

<omg what did you do>

<Squeezed a ball of hair in my hand but it was filled with spines from the cactus>

<lmao>

<lmao???? I'm suffering and you're laughing??? Essi, Pris is being horrible>

<it is only what you deserve>

<OMG rude!>

<kissy face emoji>

Jaskier looks up from his phone when he hears water splashing. He doesn't even want to know what toy the cat has decided to drown now but if he doesn't hurry the whole kitchen will be filled with water.

Roach is happily playing with a toy mouse dunking it in her water bowl and tossing it around, spreading water everywhere.

"Roach, please? Could you just... not do that?" Jaskier begs as he fishes the mouse out of the water bowl and puts it to dry in a cabinet. "This may come as a surprise to you but I do not enjoy mopping the floors after you." He complains as he dutifully takes kitchen towels and dries the kitchen. At least it's better than the time Roach tucked the entire kitchen rug in the water bowl while he was out.

"You are a menace," Jaskier tells Roach after he has cleaned up everything. Roach meows.

Jaskier feels like he has barely fallen asleep when he wakes up. At first, he doesn't understand what woke him, but another yowl has him wide awake. What has him jumping out of the bed and run is the sound of pumping, like someone was trying to unclog a toilet.

"Roach you bastard, where are you? Please don't throw up on a carpet!!" Jaskier tries to find the cat based on the noise, stumbling in the dark. To his horror, the noise is coming from the second floor, where he was absolutely forbidden to go.

"Roaaaaach...!" he whines and makes his way up the stairs.

The view that awaits him when he flips the light on is totally unexpected. It is so unexpected Jaskier has to pinch himself to believe he's actually standing in a real room.

It is, and really the only way to describe it is every little girl's dream room. The room spans the entire second floor, ceiling low on the sides showing it was renovated from an attic, pinks, purples and blues adorning the furnishing.

And right on the middle of the white rug is the vomit.

"Fuck."

Jaskier collects the rug and carries it in the bathroom and spends an ungodly amount of time washing it, hoping against all the odds, the stain would leave.

It doesn't.

Come morning and Jaskier is sure it's all been a weird dream. Unfortunately for him, the stained rug awaits him in the bathroom when he goes to brush his teeth and he groans in frustration.

Roach meows at the closed door and scratches it until he lets her in so she can stare at him. Jaskier sighs and snaps a quick selfie, hair mussed and toothbrush still in his mouth and sends it. No need to prolong it, now he can hopefully focus on writing.

He's drinking his third cup of tea when his phone buzzes for a new message.

<Roach's hair is as messy as yours>

Jaskier stares at the message, sent from an unknown number.

<Who is this?>

<Youre looking after daddys cat>

<You're the girl! From the picture!> <I'm Julian but you can call me Jaskier> <Wait you shouldn't text strange men does your dad know you've texted me?>

<You're not strange you just told me your name> <I'm bored daddy went out with grandpa and im left with uncle> <Hes no fun> <I'm Fiona>

<Hello Fiona, it's nice to meet you>

Jaskier doesn't know what else he's supposed to say. How does one talk with children? Just like normal people? Right?

Wait!

Jaskier comes to a sudden realisation; now he has the perfect opportunity to ask cheat codes for Roach to get the cat to, well maybe not like him but to tolerate him.

<How do I brush Roach? She doesn't let me near her>

The screen fills with laughing emojis earning a sigh from Jaskier. No help then.

<Give her cheese> <Shes crazy about it but only gets it after shes brushed>

Of course, why hasn't he thought to give the cat cheese? Maybe because it doesn't make any sense. Who gives cat cheese when there are perfectly good cat treats available?

Nothing else about this makes any sense either and since writing isn't happening nor is Fiona texting anything else he makes his way to the fridge and digs out a block of cheese and cuts a piece.

Roach runs at him screaming. She thrills and screams and rubs herself against the drawer where all of her brushes are.

Roach doesn't purr when he combs through her fur, but feeding her bits of cheese every time she gets too annoyed helps and like a miracle Jaskier manages to brush a cat-sized pile of loose fur to show for his efforts. He gives Roach the last piece when he has finished and tries to pet her, but she sprints away from him with an annoyed meow.

Maybe Roach doesn't hate him as much as he thought after all.

[im-fairly-whitty]

The Witcher Wolf: The Road to Kaer Morhen

Geralt and Jaskier have successfully retrieved Ciri just in the nick of time, but now must travel to the safety of Kaer Morhen with her and Mousesack the druid while Nilfgaard is searching for them. 

Geralt's ability to turn into a wolf comes in handy, a mysteriously magical death unearths the beginning of a mystery he can't resist chasing, and he realizes that for Ciri's sake he must face the heretofore unaddressed relationship failings of his past.

Chapter 1 - By the Fireside

Geralt had spent the majority of his life on the road, had been accompanied by all manner of companions over the years and experienced every kind of weather imaginable. He’d traveled with plenty of provisions and none at all, had traveled with a destination in mind and wandered aimlessly for weeks. He’d hurried toward and away, traveled openly and secretly, on foot on hoof on boat and on one memorable occasion, wing.

But he had never in all his decades experienced anything quite like the past three days as he traveled with his bard, his child surprise, two horses, and a druid. A journey made all the stranger in that he was fleeing toward Kaer Morhen in early autumn instead of the first fringes of winter, and with what amounted to an entire peculiar family instead of entirely alone.

But perhaps the thing Geralt had least anticipated about this journey was the fact that every moment he and Jaskier had to themselves had to be stolen, and even then Ciri was more likely than not still the topic of conversation.

“I’m just not sure it’s all that safe.” Jaskier said quietly, adjusting his grip on his horse’s reigns and looking back over their shoulders to where Mousesack and Ciri were walking behind them. The group was dismounted for now to rest the horses as they walked, giving Geralt and Jaskier a moment out of earshot from the other two. “We don’t know anything about any group of refugees we’d come across other than that they’ll be tired and desperate. We’d have to be sure not to ruffle any feathers, any negative attention could be disastrous.”  

“True, but we need to get more supplies, as well as news of what’s going on in the war effort, if Nilfgaard is looking for Ciri and where.” Geralt said, the hand not holding Roach’s reigns idly tracing along Jaskier’s back as they walked, just for the sake of touching. “And the only way to do that is if we mix with the refugee camps. We’ve been traveling parallel to them all morning, when they stop at the next town we should stop with them, just for the night. No one will notice a few more displaced travelers in town if we’re among a crowd of them.”

“They might if it’s the White Wolf; Geralt of Rivia.” Jaskier said, letting his hip bump Geralt’s, a soft touch of playfulness despite the weariness of their little group from constant alertness. “You’re too memorable darling.”

“And whose fault is that?” Geralt asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Mine, I accept full responsibility for the brilliance of my hard-earned success in remaking your reputation.” Jaskier said with a smile. “But that does mean you’ll have to be a wolf, leaving Mousack to do the rummaging about for information since I’d rather not be separated from Ciri and I don’t think she’ll be up for much.” Jaskier’s smile faded. “The poor girl’s hardly slept since Cintra, and we can’t risk her having one of her nightmares if we end up spending the night among the refugees.”

“We’ll only stay if the camp seems safe.” Geralt promised. “We’ll take turns staying awake beside her to wake her if things get bad again.”

Geralt had known logically that Ciri was a child of the Elder Blood, having known Pavetta’s powers, but waking the night before to the soul curdling screams of a child that put a flock of sirens to shame had been more than enough to put all of them on edge. Geralt had been able to get to her side and gentle her awake before any lasting damage was done to them or the horses--creating a serious sense of deja vu of a certain banquet long ago--but as Ciri cried herself back to sleep in his arms he had traded wary looks with Mousesack and Jaskier over her shoulder.

Keeping a child safe was one thing, keeping a princess hidden was another, but keeping a traumatized little girl who had the ability to scream a forest to the ground because of bad dreams was only going to make things even harder. According to Mousesack this was the first time the girl’s powers had properly manifested, but something he’d been watching for for years.

“Well, with Mousesack handling the errands that leaves the three of us just standing around.” Jaskier said. “If we’re really going to risk it then we need something less suspicious to do than than just hovering on the edge of camp, we don’t want to make these poor people more nervous than they already are.”

“And what do you propose?” Geralt asked. “Sitting down with your lute to teach the children to make flower crowns while Mousesack asks around for news and supplies?” Geralt said.

But at that Jaskier only raised his eyebrows, tilting his head and rubbing his chin thoughtfully with a smile.

***

“Look! I found more daisies!” Exclaimed Elenor, a little refugee girl whose shoes had seen better days.

She dropped her armful of the yellow and white flowers on the grass and the gaggle of children circled around eagerly grabbed them to add to their own flower chains.

“Well done Eleanor.” Jaskier said warmly, continuing to strum the gentle tune he’d been calmly playing for the last hour. “And they’ve got lovely long stems too, just perfect. Adam, could you help Nora with her pansies? I think she’s having a bit of trouble.”

Geralt huffed quietly, twitching a furry ear as one of the children leaned over to excitedly bestow yet another finished chain of flowers over his head. When Jaskier has first sat down only a couple timid refugee children had dared venture over to the bard and his wolf, but now Geralt was sure his braided collar was entirely obscured by chains of buttercups and dandelions and whatever else the children had scrounged up in the nearby fields.

Geralt’s chin rested on his paws as he allowed young hands to pet him, but he could still see the weary eyed parents watching from a distance. At first many of them had seemed wary, but now they just seemed relieved and grateful to see their children smiling and giggling over something again.

A feeling Geralt could relate to as he looked up to where Ciri was leaning against Jaskier’s side, one hand in Geralt’s fur as she dozed lightly. Coming into the refugee camp had been a risk, but at least being around the relaxed chatter of other people seemed to calm Ciri more than the tense silence of being on the run in the woods.

“Does your wolf eat children?” A little boy with a torn shirt asked Jaskier, sounding entirely unconcerned as he threaded the stem of a buttercup into Geralt’s thick fur. “My mum says wolves eat children who misbehave.”

“Regular wolves perhaps, but not this one.” Jaskier said. “My wolf is special, he only protects people who are in trouble, he’s far too handsome to be a monster.”

Geralt huffed in amusement, but his tail thumped lazily against the ground behind him as he leaned his head against Jaskier’s knee.

“Did yours and Fiona’s house got burned too?” A very little girl asked, her voice nearly too soft to hear over Jaskier’s gentle strumming. “My mum says we might never go back home, that dad isn’t going to come back.”

The children all fell into a somber silence, doubtlessly each thinking of what it was they were fleeing from, a heavy reality that couldn’t be forgotten in an afternoon of music and flower crowns.

“Yes, Fiona’s home got burned too.” Jaskier said softly, of course unable to sugar coat, but still able to at least validate and gentle. “It’s made us very frightened and tired, and angry at the people who did it too. I’m afraid it’s not a very nice way to be feeling, is it? Especially when the grown-ups seem to feel that way too?”

The little girl shook her head, her bottom lip trembling. Geralt carefully got to his feet, crossing the circle of children to sit beside her, whining gently as the little girl turned and hugged his neck tightly, burning her face in his fur.

Several of the other children reached out to pet him as well and Geralt settled down at their feet, content to lay there as the scents of fear and sadness slowly mellowed. Not disappearing, but no longer sharp as the children had something soft and good and pleasant to think of for perhaps the first time in several hard days.

Geralt opened one eye to see Jaskier watching him with a soft expression, Ciri still asleep at his side. Geralt wagged his tail once in acknowledgment, then turned his attention back to the children around him, doing his best to be what they needed most right now.

It certainly wasn't the first time in the last two years that he’d provided comfort in his wolf form, and he’d found it to often be more satisfying than any contract.

 ***

Geralt remained a wolf until sundown, becoming a great favorite among their corner of the refugee camp until he trotted off into the trees. Jaskier had explained to the children that it was time for him to leave for the night to go take care of his wolfy errands, and he had been bid several teary farewells.

By the time Geralt wandered back to camp—now dressed in light armor and a cloak with a deep hood—the campfires were crackling quietly and everyone who was fortunate enough to have a tent was in it. Some adults were still awake and speaking quietly to each other across their own fires, but Geralt could hear easily the rhythmic song of crickets and the night breeze over them as the camp quietly dozed in exhaustion.

“Welcome back, Wolf.” Jaskier whispered, shifting as Geralt came to sit with him at the base of the oak tree near their fire.

“Ciri asleep?” Geralt murmured, sitting behind Jaskier and pulling the bard into his lap, loosely wrapping his cloak around them.

“She is, Mousesack just relieved me of nightmare watch duty.” Jaskier said. He yawned like a cat as he stretched, then settled to curl up contentedly against Geralt’s chest. “You’ll be up next, but not for a couple hours.”

“We need to find something for her.” Geralt said, frowning. “Some kind of sleeping draught perhaps once we aren’t traveling and she has a safe roof over her head again.”

“I imagine the roof alone will do as much good as a potion.” Jaskier said, his voice deceptively light. “I know I’ll sleep better once I stop seeing Nilfgaardian helmet wings in every swaying tree branch.”

Geralt bit his lip, but hesitated to say anything. Jaskier had been sleeping almost as badly as Ciri, but whenever Geralt had shaken him awake he’d only said he wasn’t ready yet to talk about what he’d seen.

He knew Jaskier had been trying to grieve for the death of his spymaster friend as quietly as possible--what with all the danger and hurry their little band was still in--and had been doing his best to give the bard space despite his own questions.

And so instead of pushing Geralt only held him a bit closer as they watched the fire for a long moment of calm silence.

“I first met Wilhelm when I started visiting Ciri on her birthdays.” Jaskier said quietly, capturing Geralt’s attention. “In hindsight it was probably because he knew we traveled together and he wanted to keep an eye on me, at least to begin with, but we always had at least a few exciting nights together whenever I was in town.”

Geralt kept quiet as Jaskier paused, only his thumb moving to stroke back and forth across the bard’s shoulder as he waited for him to continue at his own pace.

“When he came to get me out of the dungeon he had a sword with fire runes in it.” Jaskier said, taking a shaky breath and letting it out slowly. “I’ve only ever seen you carry runestone swords, but it was glowing like anything. He got us nearly to the back gate but there were too many soldiers in the way and so he...” Jaskier swallowed, evidently experiencing a rare moment of words failing him as he struggled to push past the emotion in his throat. “He, ah, he decided to create a distraction so I could sneak past. It was...it was awful Geralt, I, I never...”

“You saw him die?” Geralt prompted carefully, not wanting to push too hard.

“I...don’t know.” Jaskier said, brow furrowed tightly as he stared into the flames of the campfire, shadows flickering across his face. “He lit himself on fire, Geralt.”

Geralt jolted a bit in shock. “He what?” He could believe the spymaster had given himself up to save an old friend, but he hadn’t pegged the spymaster as being insane.

“Not, not like with a torch.” Jaskier said, looking up at him. “He literally lit himself on fire, as in from within himself. He said his mother had been a witch who dealt with fire magic and that’s why he had an igni sword.” Jaskier flexed his hands unconsciously. “He said he’d never really used fire magic before because he didn’t know how to control it, but then he did anyway. It’s like he became fire, I could see it in his eyes Geralt, in his veins. He was in pain, but he still went and fought the soldiers, I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Neither have I.” Geralt said, frowning as he mentally flipped through the short list of fire related creatures he’d ever heard of. “He wasn’t just channeling it out from him like a mage? It was actually inside him and didn’t kill him instantly?”

“He became the fire. It was in him.” Jaskier said, huddling closer as the haunting memory doubtlessly replayed before his eyes. “He seemed sure it would kill him soon...but he did it anyway.”

“And you’re sure he wasn’t a trained magic user?” Geralt asked, his brain now seizing onto the puzzle.

A mage could create and channel fire, but not become fire without suffering immediately suffering the deadly consequences. A very powerful one might be able to stave off the effects for a few moments, but certainly not someone as untrained as Wilhelm, especially if he hadn’t been carrying any additional tools. What the spymaster had done had to be something entirely different than anything Geralt had seen before, and he’d seen an awful lot.

“Wilhelm de Drobiazg, spymaster of Cintra. Master of words and people and tipsy banter, but not magic.” Jaskier said, his voice getting quieter and sadder, the scent of grief descending heavily now around them.

“Drobiazg?” Geralt asked, his attention catching on the name.

He’d heard it somewhere before...but where?

“That was his name? Drobiazg?” he asked, torn between knowing Jaskier had reached the end of his energy for the subject and the familiar spark inside him that always took interest in unsolved questions.

Jaskier nodded silently, eyes closing as he wrapped his arms around Geralt tighter. He was done for the night, that much was clear.

Geralt pushed away his questions and shifted to pull Jaskier closer, tucking the cloak around them more securely. Maybe he’d get the chance to ask more questions later, but really the spymaster’s fate ranked exceedingly low on the list of concerns Geralt should be spending his energy worrying about. For now trying to make sure Jaskier got a decent night of sleep was at the very top of that list.

And besides, apart from Jaskier, he’d likely never hear of the dead spymaster again.

-------

Sure, Geralt.

[randomfandomimagine]

Little Bard (Jaskier x Reader)

Characters: Jaskier

Fandom: The Witcher

Tags Reader Insert, Female Reader, Hardcore Fluff

Warnings: Brief mentions of blood and injury

Word Count: 1,5k words

Requested by anon: Hello! This was an idea that came into my head. Can you write a fic with Jaskier and a fem!reader, who heals an wounded/injured Jaskier after he leaves Geralt and they fall in love and get married. She watches Jaskier play his lute with a content smile and playfully says that he’s playing so beautifully as if it were his child. Which he replies In a way, it are. The reader soon asks if he ever thought about having children, in which he confesses his worries about being a good father or not.

A/N: Sorry that it took long to post, but I hope you like it :D

Something erupted outside, abruptly interrupting the quietness that reigned in your hamlet. You looked up from your cleaning endeavors, turning to your window. Someone seemed to be in trouble.

“Help!” A man stumbled outside your house. “Oh, god, someone please help me!”

You ran to meet with him, just in time to see him fall to his knees. Rushing to his side, you saw that his scarlet doublet was open to reveal blood staining his dark blue undershirt. His hand, turned red too, clutched the spot.

“You’re hurt!” As the man groaned and whimpered, you helped him to his feet. “What happened?”

Wrapping an arm behind his back, you rested your free hand against his chest, careful to avoid the wound in his ribs. He dropped most of his weight on you, causing you to strain under it. He seemed slender, but was heavier than he looked.

“I was robbed...” He gulped, staggering as he dragged his feet with your help. “They stole all my coin and... and...”

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you” You muttered, taking him into the house with you. He continued to ramble, prey of a great panic.

“T-T-They cut me when...” He grunted as you sat him on the bed. “I refused to give them my lute”

It was then when you noticed the instrument hanging from his back. This bard had his priorities settled, and it nearly cost him his life. You were wondering what he was doing alone in such perilous paths, yet knew it wasn’t important at the moment. What was important was treating him.

“I’ll take a look at it” Gently, you pushed his hands away. He was so out of it that he let you despite his clear discomfort. There was a distant glaze in his blue eyes.

Slowly lifting his undershirt to reveal his bare torso, you could see a gash on his ribs. It didn’t seem too deep, and even if it continued bleeding profusely, you didn’t think he was in danger of actually bleeding out.

You quickly moved to gather a few supplies to treat his injury. As you returned, he began to squirm and fidget. His eyes were locked on your hands as you poured rubbing alcohol on a piece of gauze. Trying to apply pressure on his wound, you went to put a clean gauze against his skin, but he moved away from your grasp. The bard complained and nervously moved around.

“Tell me the truth, am I going to die?” He breathed heavily, his blue eyes begging as they locked with yours. “Oh, lord, no, don’t tell me”

“Listen to me, little bard” You urgued him, taking his face in your hands. “You will be alright”

Your patient smiled in relief and nodded. Taking a deep breath, he finally stood still enough to let you work. You immediately started treating his wound.

“Thank you... Thank you so much...” As soon as your hands halted, he let himself fall backwards to lie down on the bed. “Little bard... I like it”

“Hey, eyes open” You softly shook his shoulder with your free hand as you treated his wound. “Stay awake, little bard, talk to me”

“About... ow...” He sharply breathed in through his teeth when the alcohol made contact with his wound. “About what?”

“Uh... What’s your name?” You asked in an attempt to distract him from the pain and anguish.

“J-Jaskier”

“Jaskier?” You repeated, earning an absent nod. “My name is Y/N”

“T-Thank you, Y/N... Truly, you...” He panted, although you were starting to believe his unwell was more due to the shock than the actual wound. “You are an angel”

“You’re very welcome” You began to say, dedicating him a friendly smile. “You... Oi!”

His eyes suddenly closed and his head lolled to the side, causing you to jolt up in alarm. The bard was pale, and his brow remained furrowed in distress. You shook his shoulder again, this time to no avail.

Heaving a sigh and hoping he would be okay, you continued treating his wound. It had fortunately stopped bleeding, so you told yourself he would be alright. What did he say his name was? Jaskier. Jaskier would be alright. You would look after him.

-

If someone had told you a wounded bard would one day stumble into your life, you wouldn’t have believed it. You definitely wouldn’t have believed it either if they told you he would become important to you, that you would fall in love and get married. That the little bard, Jaskier, would be your husband.

That day replayed in your mind as you absently prepared supper. He was outside in the local tavern, singing with his beautiful voice that had lulled you to sleep so many times, playing his lute with those nimble fingers that had moved across your skin every single day ever since you met him two years ago.

Just then, the door opened, yet you didn’t turn to see. You didn’t need to.

“Hello, darling!” You smiled as you heard the familiar sound of his boots against the wooden floor. “I’m home”

When his arms tenderly wrapped around you from behind, your grin only widened. In fact, you started giggling when he repeteadly kissed your cheek.

“How was your day, little bard?” You asked between giggles, briefly resting your hands over his arms locked around you.

“Brilliant, I earned some great coin” He punctuated his words with a last kiss to your cheek. “What are you doing?”

“Cooking” When Jaskier sniffed and sighed in content, you grinned at his facial expressions.

“It smells delicious! Well, I shall play for you then” Slinging the lute from his back to his front, he tentatively strummed the strings. “And make the task more bearable for you, my love”

While he played a ballad, you lowly sang along to the words you now knew by heart. His music brought warmness to your chest as usual, especially given that the very song he currently played was the one he had written for you so long ago in return for saving his life. To this day, it was still your favorite for both. 

As you finished and let the food to cool off, you faced Jaskier and approached him just as he played the last note. He let it ring dramatically and eyed you as you stood before him.

“What are you thinking, darling?” He booped your nose with a playful finger, grinning at you.

“I am thinking...” You passed the strap over his head, ridding him from his lute and carefully settling it in the table behind him, the one he was leaning on. “That I love watching you play”

“You do?” He flirtatiously said back, earning a nod from you. Jaskier chuckled and rested his hands on your hips.

“You do it so tenderly... It makes me think of you playing with a child” You placed your arms around his neck. “Wouldn’t that be wonderful, a little one to share our love with?”

“Actually...” His piercing blue eyes lost any hint of playfulness and fell to the ground, avoiding your gaze. “I’m not entirely sure that I would be a good father, Y/N...” 

“Nonsense” You kissed him in the lips, earning his full attention. “You would be an amazing dad”

“I appreciate that, darling, but... I can barely look after myself sometimes” He took a deep breath, frowning in anguish. “How am I to look after a child then?”

“You look after me every day, don’t you?” Hesitant, he still frowned. Determined to encourage him, you took his chin and tenderly made him lock eyes with you once more. “Don’t you, little bard?”

He couldn’t resist his pet name and smiled. There was a newfound excitement in the ocean of blue as he watched you carefully.

“I do, my love” Moving from your hip, his hand reached out to put your hair behind your ear. “Not only that, I adore looking after you”

You tilted your head, endeared by his words. Jaskier continued talking, prey of a sudden vitality only fueled by your smitten stare.

“And I would love that child, look after them and treasure every second of it!” He dramatically exclaimed, as though performing an important scene of a play. “And by the gods that I would try my hardest to be a good dad!”

You chuckled, and he did too. After laughing together at his silliness for a few seconds, the two of you exchanged small pecks. You opened your mouth to speak again, and Jaskier then moved to kissing your cheek given that your mouth was now busy.

“I knew you would be excited about the idea, in spite of your concerns” You giggled at his eager kisses. “I believe in you, I know you can be a great dad”

“And I believe in you, that you believe in me” His arms squeezed you against him. “The only person I could ever love more than you is our child”

You cooed at his words, moving to give some attention back to him. Your lips met once more, and there were many more kisses.

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The Way to a Man’s Heart Goes Through His... Cat? Ch3

AO3

As much as Jaskier adores the fact Roach seems to warm up to him, there's one thing he can't stand.

<I think the cat is planning to kill me>

   <why>

Jaskier snaps a picture where all that's visible are glowing eyes in the dark, staring down at him and sends it.

<She keeps staring at me> <And tries to sleep on my face> <And licks my hair!> <She won't let me drive her away> <help>

   <Maybe she secretly likes you>

<Then why won't she let me touch her?> <I have to hide under my blanket so she won't eat my hair>

   <yeah, i'm with Essi, you're on your own>

   <think of it as a free haircut>

<Firstly eww> <Secondly how can you be so cruel> <Have you no mercy for my luscious locks???>

   <absolutely none>

<screaming emoji> <you are horrible friends>

   <good night Jaskier try not to die>

   <good dying>

<when you don't hear about me in the morning you will regret those were your last words to me>

   <your thesis supervisor will drag you back from the grave to finish your thesis>

<don't remind me I'm trying to sleep!!!>

   <sleep tight don't let the type errors bite>

<I hate both of you>

   <kissy face emojis>

   <zzz>

The morning routine is something Jaskier has learned to both love and hate. His alarm rings at 8 like every morning and like possessed Roach jumps on top of him and screams.

"Mmmm yeah, I'm awake, Roach..." Jaskier mumbles and tries to sleep just one more minute. Roach is having none of it. She runs over him, to the door and screams bloody murder and jumps on top of him again.

"Please... Roach... just two... minutes..." Jaskier tries to bury his head under the blankets but Roach walks on top of him and screams again.

"Ugh... you're heavy... Okay, okay, I'm getting up. See Roach, I'm getting up..."

He walks downstairs to feed Roach who keeps screaming and thrilling until her bowl is full and walks back up to brush his teeth.

Roach doesn't take long until she demands to be let in the bathroom, scratching and meowing making her demands known.

"One of these mornings I will get to brush my teeth in peace," Jaskier sighs as Roach curls herself into the sink. This is not one of those mornings.

He checks his phone over morning coffee and is surprised to find a message from Fiona so early.

   <Help me out>

<Sure, swallow. What do you need?>

Fiona sends him a picture of her math assignment.

<What is it you're having trouble with?>

   <I don't understand anything.>    <I asked uncle L but he was no help.>    <I usually ask uncle E but he's not here>    <What do i do?>

Jaskier looks at the math over and starts to explain it in detail. It's somehow endearing how much trust Fiona puts in him and he does not want to ruin it for her. Not that third-grade mathematics is hard, he suspects 'uncle L' just isn't that good at explaining things.

He can't help but venture to reread a different conversation entirely while he waits for Fiona to finish.

A picture of Cat Dad and Fiona. And actual texts after it.

   <how is roach>

<She's very fine! Quite vocal about what she wants but still lovely!>

   <good>    <let her outside>    <she enjoys it>

And on another day:

   <thank you for the pictures>

Then another selfie with Cat Dad and Fiona, this time taken by Cat Dad. He is very bad at taking selfies, but somehow even that is endearing, despite the man looking like he's a member of a biker gang with the beard and all of the black leather. When he got the first picture, he hadn't even noticed. He had been too distracted by... other things. Jaskier really shouldn't feel this giddy just looking at a picture. Just rereading the texts. But he can't help himself.

   <i like seeing roach happy>

The man is clearly crazy about his cat. And what's hotter than a person who loves their pets to the moon and back. Nothing, if you ask Jaskier.

<I'm glad you like the pictures! Like I told you, I'll send one or two every day!>

   <tell me before you run out of cat food>    <i know a person at a pet store>    <dont feed her too many treats>

<I won't, I promise>

What Jaskier doesn't tell is feeding the cat cheese every single day to get her brushed. Little treats never hurt anyone.

Fiona sends him a picture of finished assignments.

<Very good! You did it on your own, I'm very proud of you!>

   <Thank you, MrJ!!>

Jaskier thinks he will melt. While being a tutor wasn't in his job description he doesn't really mind. To him, it's evident what Fiona wants most of all is company and support and he's happy to provide. The family she's staying with is trying their best, Jaskier is sure of it. But from what Jaskier gathers through Fiona's texts, they don't seem to have enough time to look through her school work as much as she wishes they would.

How can two people he's never even met manage to occupy most of he's thoughts?

***

Jaskier has barely put the first forkful of instant ramen in his mouth when he hears the door open.

"Geralt, it's me!"

Jaskier scrambles to meet whoever just walked through the locked door using their own key, what the fuck.

"H-hello...?" he manages to greet through a mouth full of food before he even sees who it is.

Jaskier is not one to be intimidated nor is he one to be at loss for words.

Somehow, the woman in front of him manages to do both. She's gorgeous, her raven hair falling in curls over her shoulders, violet eyes staring straight at him like he's a piece of cheap meat and suddenly Jaskier is keenly aware of wearing nothing but pants and an undershirt, his hair a ruffled mess, hands covered in ink, pencil and pen marks.

"You're one of those... trainees. Melitele forbid, what sort of trash does Geralt drag in here, why aren't you with the old wolf?"

Jaskier opens his mouth to answer but is immediately interrupted.

"No, don't answer that. Where is Geralt, I need to talk to him."

"I... um..." Jaskier gets the feeling this is a person who gets what she wants. She quirks an eyebrow at him expecting an answer and when none come she sighs, a dramatic gesture Jaskier is not sure he could perform better even if he tried.

"Where. Is. Geralt?" she asks like he's an idiot and Jaskier things at this moment he really is.

"He, um... is not here?" Jaskier tries his best. He does. But something about the woman, no matter how beautiful she is, radiates power, like she could crush him without even blinking an eye.

The woman eyes him, up and down and glances behind him to the kitchen. And smiles. It's a small amused quirk of her lips, one that makes Jaskier spin around immediately only to spot Roach sitting on top of his papers, meticulously dropping every single pen to the floor.

"Roach, no!"

Roach meows and jumps down from the table with a mrrrp. She trots to the woman and rubs herself against her legs before she jumps up to her scratching post to stare at them.

Jaskier kneels to collect his pens, muttering curses under his breath.

"You know Roach."

"Um, yeah?" Jaskier mutters as he crawls deeper under the table to reach the pens.

"Soooo, witchers, huh? Interesting topic of research."

Jaskier hits his head on the table.

"Yeah... yeah I. I know it's not the most conventional one but I do find it quite fascinating especially when you look at all of the historical songs..." Jaskier crawls from underneath the table and is met with the woman standing next to him and suddenly he's keenly aware of being in his underwear on his knees on the floor in front of one of the most beautiful women he's ever seen.

He blushes.

He's sure he's never blushed as much as he is right at this moment and he honestly wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole.

"You're not one of the trainees," the woman says eyeing him, amusement still lingering on her lips.

"No, I'm not," Jaskier admits and tries to get to his feet in a somewhat dignified way. He fails and all of his pens scatter to the floor again. "Fuck..."

"And who are you then?"

"I'm the cat-sitter. Julian." Jaskier gives himself a mental slap. He is an adult person why does he introduce himself like a toddler? "Can I please go put my trousers on?" he pleads. Maybe clothed he'll have a chance to be on equal grounds with the woman.

"Sure."

A few minutes later he comes back down, fully clothed this time, to find the woman sitting by the table and reading his scribbles.

"Um, hello?" Jaskier greets the woman again. She looks up but does nothing to stand up to greet him in return. "Julian Pancratz, the cat-sitter." Jaskier extends his hand to her and she takes it.

"I'm Yen. Geralt is my-... we're... friends. Now, where has that grumpy bastard gone?" The woman - Yen answers and looks at him expecting an answer immediately.

"I honestly don't know, he only told me it's work-related. I've never even met him. I was recommended by a friend of his who is also a client of mine. He occasionally answers the texts I send him, maybe you could try to reach him by phone?"

"He answers your texts? What did you do, enchant him?" Yen sounds honestly baffled and it makes Jaskier feel bad. She obviously has some sort of history with the Cat Dad so the least he could do is answer her.

"He only answers every now and then. I don't think it was even his idea to reply."

Yen smiles, a true smile this time, not just an amused quirk of lips, "You're probably right." She picks up one of the papers again and taps it, "Ever met a real witcher?"

"No, I haven't. I've just always found the stories interesting... I have plans for real research for my doctoral thesis as soon as I manage to finish my master's degree, I just need to get around to figuring out... well pretty much everything outside of the basic structure. I already know all of the material by heart, it's just... just look at this, how can someone write something so vile about people who work to keep us safe from monsters? And this here..." Jaskier rummages through the piles of papers and pushes the ones he meant on Yen's hands, not waiting for her to answer. "And look, I even came up with this account of someone killing a witcher after he had finished a job for them, just the audacity of it all!" He glances up at Yen, suddenly keenly aware he is probably either boring her or making her uncomfortable with all of this talk about monsters and monster hunters. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't bore you with this..." He reaches to take the papers from Yen's hands but she holds them out of his reach.

"No, you're not boring me at all. Please, tell me more about your current paper?"

Yen proves to be a far better company than Jaskier first thought. At the end of their discussion and a few cups of tea later, Yen turns the conversation back to him.

"Why do you live here? Wouldn't it be easier to write in your own place?"

"Oh, you know, roommates..." Jaskier mumbles, avoiding Yen's eyes. No way in hell is he going to tell a complete stranger he sleeps in his friends' sofas and in the musicology society's guild room at the uni when he can't find anyone to room him between jobs. His parents already think him a failure, no need to add a complete stranger to the mix.

"Hmm," Yen agrees and stands up. "I feel I have held you long enough. Good luck with your thesis. Here is my number, call me if you get into any trouble while you're staying here." Yen scribbles a phone number on the edge of one paper with a bright red pen she picks up from the floor.

"Um... what trouble?" Jaskier asks, suddenly wary. "I have only told one person the address like was the deal? I haven't told them anything else, I'm not in danger, right? This isn't some mob bosses hideout or something? I'm in trouble, aren't I? Melitele's tits, Essi will kill me..."

"Calm down, no trouble. Just... if anything comes up, like bills or something and you can't reach Geralt. He can be unreachable for days." Yen smiles at him, an uneasy smile, not quite reaching her eyes.

"Oh, okay, yeah, that's. That's good..." Jaskier feels so stupid. Not only has he managed to be half-naked while Yen walked in, but now he has also made a complete ass out of himself.

"Take care of Roach," Yen says as a goodbye and walks out of the door. Jaskier rushes to say goodbye but when he reaches the door, she's already gone.

Come night Jaskier is surprised how much he has managed to work on his thesis. Talking about it with someone made writing so much easier, even when most of the talk was him ranting about the unfair treatment of witchers which will never end up in the final paper.

He grabs something to eat before bed and spots Roach. She sits facing the front door, waiting for someone to walk through it.

It breaks Jaskier's heart.

Roach has done it every night, giving up only after Jaskier has gone to bed to crawl on the other side of the bed to stare at him.

Jaskier snaps a picture of Roach and sends it despite the late hour.

<Roach misses you>

Jaskier doesn't expect an answer.

   <tell her im sorry and i love her>

That. That is too cute. Jaskier can't handle it, he just can't.

"Roach, your owner is a big old sap and he wanted me to tell you he's sorry and he loves you, okay?" Jaskier tells her from a respectable distance away. Roach looks at him and meows pitifully.

"I know, girl. I'm sure he misses you as much as you miss him. Come on now, I'm going to bed, you can come and stare at me until I fall asleep."