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mochalottie · 6 months

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Masterlist

(Because even though no one asked for one...I wanted to do it to keep my brain entertained)

Avatar (Cameron Movies)

Oel Ngati Kameie (37k+ words) Series about Spider being adopted into the Sully. Post Way of Water.

To protect (2k words) Oneshot about Spider being injured on the SeaDragon.

Baby Mine (6.5k words) 5 times Spider called someone Mom or Dad and one time someone called him Son.

Eywa Provides (23k words) Multi chapter, complete - Feral Na'vi Spider living alone in the forest who is, surprise surprise, adopted by the Sullys.

Our Hearts Beat in the Womb of the World (115k words) Multi chapter, complete - Spider is adopted by Tonowari and Ronal. That's it. That's the fic.

For the Nights and Days of Life (387k words) Multi chapter, complete - All humans leave Pandora after the final battle leaving Spider behind. Oh, and he’s blessed by Eywa. That’s it. That’s the fic.

You Brought light, and new life (78k words) Multi chapter, complete - The comfort fic/sequel that everyone (surprisingly) wanted and I definitely needed.

What am I supposed to do, dance with it? (8k) Oneshot - Spider turns into a tiger. That's it. That's the fic.

Let the Wind Carry Us to the Clouds Multi chapter, ongoing - Aka the ikran racing!au I've snatched up and twisted into my own version, which features some Nocorro but centrics around our boy Spider!

Every Family has Someone Who Falls (160K+) Multi chapter, complete - the time loop au where Spider is thoroughly put through the wringer.

Avatar: The Last Airbender

When You Can't Look on the Brightside, I'll Sit with You in the Dark (63k words) Multi chapter - a Zukka Alice in Wonderland AU where Sokka is Alice and Ozai is the Red King.

If Music is the Food of Love, Play On (4k words) Oneshot - Zuko essentially pining after Sokka in a Modern AU

Final Fantasy XV

Stronger than the Tides (13k words) Oneshot - Mermaid AU for Reverse Big Bang 2023

Blessed be the Boys Time Can't Capture (6k words) Oneshot - heads of families in Eos are vessels for the Greek Gods.

FFXV Song ficlets Series of Oneshots based on songs by Lauv. Includes multiple ships and AUs.

New Dawn (74k words) Multi chapter, complete - Ignis x Male!OC

Star Wars Prequels

Rock You Like a Hurricane Multi chapter, second part abandoned -The Obikin Band AU with Obi-Wan on drums, Anakin with vocals, Rex on Bass and Ahsoka on Guitar

The Mandalorian

Chakaar (22k words) Oneshot - Din Djarin x Male!OC Where a curious thief gets too involved with a grumpy Mandalorian and gains a family in return.

Inheritance Cycle

The World Ahead Multi chapter, incomplete - The Eragon/LOTR crossover that no one seemed to need, but two people very much wanted.

The Witcher

Destiny Changed Series of Oneshots - Jaskier is a Witcher and falls in love for Geralt the Nobleman. That's it, that's the series.

Voltron Legendary Defender

Space Family to the Rescue (1k words) Oneshot - Sick Keith is cared for by his Space Family.

Love is Endless (6k words) Oneshot - Keith pines for Lance in a Modern AU.

(Techni)Colour Vision (60k words) Multi chapter, complete - Klance through many film AUs.

#avatar way of water #avatar the last airbender #final fantasy xv #star wars prequels #the mandalorian #inheritance cycle #toss a coin to your witcher #voltron legendary defender #lottie writes fanfic #writers on tumblr #masterlist

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teatitty · 6 months

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Title/Link: Wolf bird, wolf bird, where's your pack? Wolf bird, wolf bird, please fly back [Chapter 1] Rating: M for themes, no sex in fic Warning: Mature discussions later on that will be tagged for Pairing: Queerplatonic Gerlion, Purely Platonic Wolf Bros + Dandelion Additional Tags: Family Feels, Found Family, Multi-Chap, Depression, Brotherly Love, Protective Lambert Word Count: 5.3K

Summary/Preview:

Geralt talks about his brothers often.

He talks so much about them over the years that Dandelion sometimes feels as if he’s known these brothers almost as long as he’s known Geralt himself. He just never planned on actually meeting them. He has feelings about this

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Geralt's talked about Dandelion a lot over the years. His brothers decide it's about time they travel down the mountain to meet him. Lambert has feelings about this

A/N: Originally this was gonna be a huge oneshot but I kept getting ideas upon ideas and now I've just decided to split it up into chapters to update whenever I please. Currently working on Chap 2 as we speak!

#the witcher books #my writing #kaer morons #dandelion

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thedreamlessnights · 2 years

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Accismus - pt. 1

{next chapter}

Geralt of Rivia x gn!reader (Eventual NSFW)

Synopsis: After coming across a djinn, you wish for constant protection. He grants it by sending you a witcher.

Warnings and tags: Mentions of nausea, vomiting, and corpses. No usage of Y/N. Enemies to lovers if you squint.

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: First Geralt fic (which all my friends saw coming). This is the first chapter of a multi-part series, with more soon to come! I haven't seen the show - this Geralt is based off the third game, and the characterization, settings, and descriptions are written as such. Hope you all enjoy!

accismus - feigning indifference to something while actually desiring it.

The woods are quiet today.

Stillness blankets it all like a fog, thick and heavy in the morning air. The dawn sky, painted scarlet-orange and deep blue, gilds the tops of the trees with golden sun. If it were not so utterly, pittingly silent, it would be beautiful.

The wind is absent in the leaves. Animals are frozen in place, statues in the trees and underground, and nothing moves even an inch. It seems the world is holding its breath.

Then a chirp erupts from the trees, clear and piercing, and the forest returns to life. Whatever threat had been is gone, and the birds go back to their usual high, sweet chatter that echoes through the nearby clearing. Leaves and branches softly rustle, rabbits scurry across the ground, and wolves howl in the distance.

Well-hidden in his position, the witcher sits alone, not yet detected. Despite his state of stillness, his eyes are restless, searching for something he cannot find.

His frustration seems to slowly devour him, eating away at him little by little.

Nothing here is amiss. The earth smells as it should - of mud, crisp air, berries ripened and full. Salt from the sea lingers in the wind, dulled to a fine mist in the breeze, and bloodmoss oozes the scent of metal and rot.

Aside from the sound of the birds, waves crash on the shoreline in the distance, but there is little else - only the occasional creak of a branch as an animal hops from one tree to the next.

All should be well. For reasons he cannot explain, it is not.

With a sigh, the witcher rises to his feet. The movement triggers a flurry of wings into the air, which halts him for a moment before he continues on - feeling as if he’s being watched.

This sensation has gone on since last night, and it only seems to strengthen by the moment. His senses seem to have betrayed him. He can’t sleep or get a moment’s peace, and he certainly wouldn’t be able to concentrate on a contract.

If Yennefer were around, he’d ask her opinion on it. She’s nowhere to be found, though - hasn’t been for months now. As usual, she hadn’t deemed it important to tell him where she was headed off to.

When he reaches the clearing, he stops. Even the beat of his heart is wrong now. Too fast, out of rhythm. The uneasiness increases until it seems to swallow him whole. Then the hair stands up on the back of his neck.

His eyes dart back and forth through the trees, searching for something, anything, but finding nothing. Too quiet, he thinks. Hushed and muffled - the woods are waiting, just like he is.

Something takes hold of his feet. How, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t hear a thing, doesn’t see anything at his boots - but, inexplicably, he’s being pulled backward by an unseen force. His chest hits the ground, hard. Then he’s being dragged.

His ribs throb and ache. His ears ring. He searches for purchase in the ground but finds nothing but soft earth. Then, as his fingers claw at the dirt, he’s yanked into the air.

The pressure of the grip becomes a hot, wrenching pain. If he didn’t know better, he’d think that it was branding him - invisible, fiery hands plastered to his ankles, seared forever into his skin. The ground is ripped out from under him in an instant, and he falls into the sky.

The world becomes darkness. It blurs slowly into life, then fuzzes into waves of colors. His stomach churns with bile, acidic, rancid, and rising up his throat. Colors fade into pure white. The white fades into green.

Green, which flies toward him in a flash until it hits him, knocks the wind out of him. Only when his fingers curl into it does he recognize it, gasping and straining for air.

The pain lessens. The green is soft under his hands.

The witcher breathes into it - the sharp smell of it, the keen familiarity against his cheek and fingers. He moves to stand, and for just a moment, his feet hold him.

Then he is sick on the grass.

Geralt of Rivia falls from the sky.

There really isn’t another way to describe it. One moment, the air is unnaturally thick. The breeze in the grass stills, hair rises on the back of your neck. Even your lungs seem to halt.

Then, the sky opens a few feet above you and spits a white-haired man onto the grass. He hits the ground with a loud thump, a sharp, scraping breath, and a moment of silence.

For that moment, you worry he’s dead. Dealing with this stranger’s corpse would be the final straw on the haystack of an awful, awful week, and you really don’t have it in you to dig another grave at the moment.

Then, mercifully, his lungs return to their work. The hoarse inhales are painful to listen to, but they’re familiar from experience - he’s out of wind. Eventually, his breathing returns to normal. A little strained, perhaps, but whole and deep. He’ll be alright.

Relief settles, and your eyes scan him from head to toe where he lays.

A good deal of black armor, fitted with brown straps of leather and chainmail pauldrons. White hair, but the color doesn’t seem to be from age. Not that you can exactly be sure of that when his face is toward the ground - making it impossible to do any sort of real inspection - but the two swords on his back say enough when they catch your eye.

The White Wolf.

It must be. You’ve heard enough stories. Two swords mean a witcher. Two swords and white hair mean Geralt of Rivia.

A very stunned Geralt of Rivia.

His fingers curl into the grass and he stands, stumbling around for a moment before collapsing onto the ground, spilling up the contents of his stomach.

You give him a little privacy. Back turned, eyes scanning the horizon. Your mind is desperately trying to compensate for why he’s here, ignoring the persistent, nagging voice at the top of your head.

You know why he’s here; you just don’t want to believe it. Anything but this.

After a moment, the sounds of his sick fade into nothing. All you can hear is the soft whisper of the breeze against your cheek. When you turn back to him, he’s laying on the grass again - face up this time, a hand drawn over his eyes.

Wherever he’d come from, it must have been a hell of a trip.

“Where am I?”

His voice is not anything like you’d expected. From the stories, you’d thought it would be ice. Cold, emotionless, piercing. Instead, there’s a gruff hoarseness to it; an underlying warmth.

“Velen,” you answer. “Not far from Crow’s Perch.”

He lets out a disapproving noise. “Five minutes ago, I was in Skellige. Why am I in Velen?”

Your lips won’t seem to work, but Geralt doesn’t wait for an answer. If it’s really him, that is. Maybe it isn’t. Maybe there’s another witcher with white hair. Unlikely, though.

He sits up once more, steadier this time. Analyzes the severity of his injuries, then his surroundings, then… you. His voice may not be piercing like you’d thought, but his gaze cuts into you like a knife, cold metal tracing along your frame.

The hair on the back of your neck rises as he looks you over, suspicious but not scrutinizing. He’s angry and wary of you, and - considering everything - perhaps he should be.

“We haven’t met,” he says. A fact, not a question.

“No. We haven’t.”

Your voice is stronger than you feel, and that gives you just enough of an edge to meet his gaze, even if just for a moment. Then your confidence breaks, and you look away.

“Care to tell me how I got here?” he asks.

“A portal. You fell out of the sky.”

He lets out a huff. “I gathered that.”

It’s much quicker than it should be, the way he pushes himself to his feet and steps toward you. Your legs freeze in place, heart thumping loudly against your ribs as he approaches.

Up close, you can see the gold of his eyes - a witcher’s eyes, slitted like a cat’s. A scar runs deep in his left cheek and up his forehead, and there’s another above his right brow. The little doubt you have left at his identity is crumbling.

You know better than to lie to him, and your words are chosen carefully.

“I’m not sure how you got here. There was nothing, then you arrived.”

It’s the truth, technically. You aren’t sure - your suspicions are just that, for now.

“There’s something you’re not telling me.” He cocks a brow. “Mind cluing me in to whatever you’re hiding?”

Shit. Your shoulders slump a little, betraying you.

“I need to confirm my suspicions, first.” You can’t process what to say next - the words stumble from your mouth, blocky. “I - I’m not even sure you’re who I think you are.”

“And who is it that you think I am?”

This conversation isn’t going the way you want it to. He’s too forward, sees too much to try to slip anything past him. You can’t even decide what to call him. Well, the Butcher of Blaviken probably isn’t the safest bet, and the White Wolf seems wrong.

“Geralt of Rivia.”

“Then you’d be right,” he confirms. “Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way-”

“-Wait,” you cut in. “I need you to try something before I explain. There’s no point in telling you if I’m wrong.”

His gaze on your face feels like fire in a way that makes it impossible to meet directly. You can’t help shifting your eyes away from it as you step back. Then you point in the direction of the horizon.

“Walk twenty paces that way.”

If he was suspicious before, he’s ten-fold now.

“Some kind of trap?” he asks. “You shouldn’t waste your time.”

“I’m unarmed. I’m only asking you to walk away from me, and I’m sure that you can hear there’s no one else here. Do I look like a mage to you?”

“No,” he says, eyes sweeping over you, “but I know the makings of a trap when I see one.”

He’s right to be cautious, and you haven’t exactly given him a reason to trust you.

“I’ll do it, then.”

Eight steps are all it takes. Eight steps to feel exactly what you’d expected to feel, but what you hoped you wouldn’t.

It’s like meeting a wall - a solid, invisible stopping point. When you push past it, the world blurs. Everything spins. Your head feels like it’s being squeezed, gripped, as if waiting for the bone to finally give. Your legs lose their strength and crumble.

When you topple back, bile rising hot at the back of your throat, the sensation disappears altogether. It’s a bitter awakening from your earlier denial.

“Alright, what the hell was that?” Geralt croaks. He’s hunched over, voice strained. “Some kind of magic? A curse?”

So he’d felt it too, then. You might as well take the plunge and get it over with.

“It’s a wish, actually,” you tell him, shakily getting to your feet. “A wish from a djinn.”

He bristles at the sound of that, straightening up. “Talk. Fast.”

You’re not going to argue with that.

“I wished for protection to be with me always, and - apparently - I got a witcher as the answer.”

Something flickers in his expression before he answers - something that looks a little like fear but could easily be anger. Perhaps both. Or, maybe, it’s something else altogether.

“Better undo it, then,” he says.

“I can’t.”

“You used all three wishes?”

Your silence serves as an answer.

“Great. Stuck with you until we find another djinn.” He runs a hand over his face. “How’d you get your hands on one in the first place?”

“It was… given to me.” The words come out ingenuine, and Geralt’s eyes narrow. “Is that the only way to break it?” you add quickly. “Another djinn?”

His gaze lingers on you for a long moment, as if searching for something hidden in your expression. You wish he’d stop doing that. It's unnerving.

“Yes,” he says. “There’s no other way.”

“I didn’t mean to involve anyone else.” Your words are hushed, but you know he can hear them. “What if… what if we found another djinn? Undid the wish?”

“Being easy to find isn’t exactly what djinns are known for,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest.

Your luck gets worse and worse. Not that you’d thought that djinns grow on trees, but - well, with Geralt being a witcher and all, you’d hoped he’d have more of a lead than you do.

“What do we do now, then?”

You aren’t exactly fond of monsters. Running witcher contracts with him would only put both of you in danger. There’d be a mental toll on both of you, unable to get any privacy. Not to mention, the sorceress from all those stories probably wouldn’t enjoy your neverending presence, either. Clearly, if you want to continue to live, staying like this is out of the question.

Geralt muses over the situation, considering his options. “Yennefer - a… friend of mine - might know where to find a djinn, but… well, I wouldn’t know where to find her, either.”

The word friend sounds like he’s tempted to say something else. You have a pretty good idea of what it is, but you let it slide without comment. He’s already unhappy with you, after all.

“I could ask around at The Chameleon,” he continues, “see if anyone’s heard anything. Unlikely, but it’s a start.”

“The Chameleon?” you ask, pushing away your curiosity.

“A tavern in Novigrad. Friends with the owner.”

“Right.” You kick a stone, wishing you could go back in time. You’ve wished for that a hundred times in the last few days, and - as usual - it doesn’t come true. The rock rolls pitifully across the dirt, and your eyes sting. “Which way?”

“Let me guess,” he says. “You don’t have a horse? I don’t know about you, but I don’t exactly want to walk to Novigrad.”

The image of a beautiful black stallion is raw in your memory. You close your eyes to shut it out.

“No horse,” you confirm, turning away so he doesn’t see your face. “There are stables not far from here.”

“Got any money?”

You do, for once. It feels like blood money in your pockets, weighing you down, but you nod.

“How much?”

“Enough for two horses, at least.”

The least you can do is pay for his horse, after all. Maybe that’ll make him a little less angry.

“Lead the way,” he says.

The sun is up now, starting to heat the earth, hot dirt under your shoes that will scald later in the day. Geralt stays close to you, closer than he needs to, his right fingers flexing every now and again as if he’s itching to grab one of his swords. He doesn’t trust you; why should he?

The walk to the stables seems so much longer in the growing heat, and it’s even worse with an angry witcher behind you. When you finally make it, drenched in sweat, Geralt heads in to talk to the stable owner.

You’d prefer to stay outside and wait, but the djinn’s wish doesn't allow that. You follow him in - lingering a few steps behind, keeping your head down.

He’s much better at negotiating than you’ve ever been. Two minutes of talk later, you’re buying horses at a very reasonable price. The stable owner leaves for a moment and returns with two shiny brown mares, glancing nervously at the swords on Geralt’s back. Geralt doesn’t waste a moment before leading his horse outside.

“Is it always that easy?” you ask, following him out.

“No,” he says.

He spends a moment longer there, giving his horse some oats and a pat on the neck, murmuring something under his breath. The words aren’t for you.

For some reason, you feel as if you’re invading a private moment - something you’re not meant to see. Just as you’re about to turn away, he props his foot into the stirrup and swings smoothly into the saddle. It’s followed by an impatient look in your direction. “Well? Are you coming?”

You scramble onto your horse without another word, and your journey to Novigrad starts.

#geralt x reader #geralt of rivia x reader #game!geralt #geralt x you #geralt/reader #geralt of rivia x you #mywriting

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writerscafehub · 5 months

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𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀: 𝐕𝐢𝐜

@sunflowersteves || @sunflowerstevesmain

From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)

3.5 bc I read an old fic the other day and I’ve improved soooooo much but there’s always room for improvement!

2. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works? I feel like I’m really good at requests.

Sometimes I think it’s hard to imagine what someone is asking for, but as a daydreamer I feel like I can visualize it so well.

3. Are there any writers that inspire you?

Famous authors include Toni Morrison, Stephen King (minus the cocaine💀), and Neil Gaiman. In the server, literally everyone inspires me all the time and is so so supportive. Some mutuals that I so aspire to write like are @moonlightprose, @fushic0re, @darkficsyouneveraskfor, @fluffyprettykitty

4. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

I would have to say first time (a carmen berzatto x reader) or broken hearts (eddie munson x reader). I think I really capture Carmen and Eddie’s characterization, especially how they would act in a relationship. Also, for sure my best angst.

5. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write and which do you find most difficult to write?

I’m a hyperfixation girly so the easiest are ones that I’m currently obsessed with (joel, miguel o’hara, etc.) and the most difficult are the ones that I still love but have fallen off the obsession wagon (Steve Rogers, geralt, din djarin, etc.)

6. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

Smut bc I’m a hoe ✨ also it’s been a year and joel miller wont leave my mind, so

7. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about!

This has literally been on my WIP for over a year, but it has to be a notting hill AU with Sam wilson. I’ve been excited to write that for ages.

8. First fandom you ever wrote for?

Marvel. I wrote a spider girl fic when I was in middle school lmao

9. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)? jealousy fics and protective fics,,, yum

10. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

Prolly the divorce trope bc I get so mad at characters.

11. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

It was a request but eddie munson x reader with a guitar head in the coochie and it was great.

12. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

I love poly fics! Love Stucky x reader and steddie x reader are my fav. they’re just so good.

13. Do you listen to anything while you write?

I usually have to listen to classical or lofi beats bc I’ll get distracted soooo easily.

14. One-shots or multi-chaptered works?

One shots

15. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!

As a certified day dreamer, absolutely. Any longer fic I’ve written, I literally day dream how it’s gonna play out. I did that a lot with ain’t no sunshine (joel miller x reader).

16. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?

I am so bad at angst and I would love to write action/violent fics but I always feel like I can’t describe it for the life of me.

17. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

Someone commented that they turned my notifications on so that they could see when I posted the fic and that made me giggle and kick my feet.

18. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?

It’s currently a work in progress, but it’s a period smut fic. It’s not necessarily out of my comfort zone but more of I’ve never written a fic like that before. It’s for Miguel. I’m so ready 👀

19. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?

tooth-rotting fluff

20. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!

I do not ❤️

21. If you could enter the universe of any one of your fics, which would it be and why?

I would die in literally every sci-fi or fantasy world that I love (star wars, game of thrones, lord of the rings, the last of us, attack on titan, etc.) so I’m gonna have to pick marvel. I’d have a fighting chance.

22. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?

tbh the hardest part for me is starting. Introductions tear me down every time rip. Sometimes, I just start in the middle because it’s so much easier.

23. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

You pause, just for a moment. You could feel the adrenaline kick into your system, and a numbing pain flushed out your senses. The blood felt warm and sticky—prompting the sleepiness to feel calming, and it urged you forward into its safe surroundings. But then you felt it. Panic. Panic rose in your neck as you looked around for someone. Your hand darted out to try and find them, but your mind was starting to become blank from the fuzzy warmth of pain. Joel. You needed Joel.

24. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

Ok listen, I wanna write so bad. The last fic I wrote was in March and I’m feeling that writing withdraw. My brain needs to get into hyperdrive so my fingers can type all day long. I have so many fics planned

#✯ 𝐕𝐢𝐜 ✯

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mystra-midnight · 1 month

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— THE BEAST OF LONELINESS IN ME

pairing: geralt of rivia x witch ! ofc ( lunaria )

tags: hinted feelings of inadequacy. hinted feelings of abandonment.

a/n: it has been a hot hot minute since i posted anything with an original character, let alone a multi-chapter fanfiction but this plot has been breeding bunnies for so longer and i can't keep ignoring them. feedback would be extremely appreciated and welcomed.

The sun sank closer to the horizon until it appeared to rest on the world's edge, far away and unreachable. The clouds were now painted in an array of pretty pastel colours that complimented the waning sun, while the once-blue sky was splashed with colour. It was a beautiful sight that should have invoked a feeling of calm, perhaps even peace, but it had not done so for him.

Geralt of Rivia was not himself. He was distracted, his thoughts unfocused, and moving in a dozen directions as he walked around the fire once, twice, and then a third time. Jaskier was in a similar state. He sat a few feet away with his back against a tree, strumming lightly at his lute as he stared mindlessly ahead, his expression pensive and worried.

The last week had been difficult for them. The days had been burdensome, and the nights were worse still. The trio had yet to sleep in the days spent approaching the city. Instead, the nights had been spent in a tense silence around a dying campfire.

Each had listened to the world pass by while lost in their thoughts. There had been no conversations to be had, no words that could be spoken to lift their spirits as seconds slid into minutes and minutes into hours.

His boots crunched on leaves and twigs as he turned to go in search of the witch. It did not take him long to find her, for she had not ventured far. His eyes were drawn to the water's edge, where she sat in her favourite skirts and thick cloak that had once belonged to him.

She dangled her toes in the stream from her perch atop a small boulder. Geralt saw the ripples forming in the water as he approached. She either did not notice his presence or chose to ignore him.

"Lunaria." His voice was rough, left hoarse by the bruises that lingered around his neck, but it made her shiver nonetheless.

"Geralt," she replied.

Her voice sounded calm, but the tremble in her words was so prominent that it sounded like a thunderstorm in his ears. Her back was to him, but he saw the tension rise in her shoulders and imagined the expression on her face. Her lips would surely be drawn into a tight line, her eyes would be downcast, and her fingers would pick at the skirt's stitching.

With a sigh, he settled at her side, his body protesting and his muscles aching as he lowered his weight onto the boulder. His thigh brushed firmly against hers, and still, she did not look at him.

"Tell me." It was not a request.

The stream bubbled in the silence that fell between them, and in that silence, he would swear he heard the gears of her mind turning and sensed the moment her heart seemed to break. Geralt watched her from the corner of his eye, entertaining the notion that she was ignoring him once more.

"Are you afraid?"

He had asked her the question a hundred times, and her answer had always stayed the same. But this time was different—this time, she reacted. Geralt saw her expression twist with emotion. Lunaria swallowed her heart as her face tipped downward, allowing her hair to fall around her face like a curtain, obscuring the tears that threatened to fall.

"Yes."

Her answer was soft, barely a whisper, but the quiver of tears in her voice was thick. Geralt felt a weight lift from his shoulders, a certain comfort coming from her answer. He could hear the sincerity in her voice and knew that the brutal admission of what she had been denying for so long had not come easily.

"Tell me," he repeated.

Silence bloomed between them again. It was long—not awkward, but long. He could hear her breathing, trying to settle the storm of her thoughts and find the words to describe what pained her. "I’m afraid," she began quietly, as though tasting the admission on her tongue before it had been spoken. "That I am still not enough."

Her words were like weapons cutting at his skin, wounding him deeply, but he did not interrupt.

"I am afraid that after these long years, nothing will have changed. I am afraid he is the same man while I am a different woman." As much as Lunaria protested and denied her fears, they were there beneath the surface, stemming from years of trauma, until she was twisted up in them, and they tore at her insides.

"And I’m tired."

He heard the truth and defeat beneath her words, resonating in her soul.

"I am so tired."

I am lonely.

She did not say it out loud, but he heard it.

"After all has been said and done, you will leave and become a distant memory that will haunt me just as Hjalmar does. I must confess that I do not think I will survive it again. You see, I have grown accustomed to your presence."

His voice in the morning warmed her bones. His fingers often mapped the shape of her body. His lips would ghost along her neck at the most inappropriate times. And when she was away from him, her body ached for his. Her soul would scream for him.

But Lunaria was not foolish.

She had not asked him to stay because he wouldn’t.

Geralt was silent for a long time. Lunaria did not dare look at him for fear of her tears falling. She did not know he moved until his calloused fingers grasped her chin, firm and rough, turning her face towards him when she wanted to look away.

Her body burned for his, a fire smouldering in the pit of her stomach when he pulled her against his chest. The bruises lingering on her skin ached with need until she did not know which ones were his and which belonged to others.

Her lower lip trembled as his amber gaze stared into the depths of her soul, which had been laid bare. His heart quickened with yearning and emotions he could not explain with words.

"Lunaria." His lips brushed hers as he spoke, a prelude to what would come.

"Geralt?" Her breath washed over his mouth like sweet wine.

And he knew the truth.

And he kissed her.

—interest in being tagged in future chapters? send me a message!

#geralt of rivia #geralt of rivia fanfic #geralt of rivia fanfiction #geralt of rivia x lunaria #geralt x luna #geralt x lunaria #the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fanfic #geralt smut #geralt fanfiction #the beast of loneliness in me - prologue

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inexplicifics · 1 year

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You answered another ask and said that Nix becoming Ciris lady in waiting is probably going to be part of the Progress. Is the Progress going to be a single multi chaptered fic or a series within the AW? Or is it simply too soon to know that?

The Progress, gods all help me, is going to be at least a dozen fics, I think. Geralt has to make a lot of stops, and Things will happen at most of them. At this point I know he's going to go to Poviss (for Reasons) and to a couple of places in Temeria and down into Cintra to the southern border to meet with Emhyr and...several more places. Plus Julita's trip to Toussaint might be part of the Progress arc.

So. Uh. It's terrifying and I'm not letting myself start writing most of the fics yet because I'll get too overwhelmed and not be able to finish this arc.

#questions answered #accidental warlord au

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haveyoureadthisfanfic · 5 months

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Summary: Modern multi-perspective Geraskier AU with: Good Dad Geralt, Teen Ciri, and Teacher Jaskier. Set in and around Boston, Massachusetts, USA. Subtle crossover in X-Men verse. Geralt and Ciri are mutants. Jaskier is human. Geralt is Ciri’s legal guardian. He works as a Whole Foods butcher in Blaviken to make ends meet. Ciri is starting high school this year, but secretly being a mutant makes it difficult to fit in. Jaskier is a stylish, uninspired music teacher at Ciri’s high school. He hasn’t had much luck with love, until he meets Geralt.

Author: @adelizaa

#official fic poll #haveyoureadthisfic #pollblr #fanfiction #fandom culture #internet culture #fanfic #tumblr polls #fandom poll #Belong #the witcher #witcher #twn #x men #marvel #geraskier #mcu #crossover #ao3

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theredheadedrighthand · 4 months

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Pairing: Geralt x Original Female Character, Yennefer x Geralt, Yennefer x Original Male Character, Jaskier x General shenanigans

Summary: Geralt is injured by the Wild Hunt and ends up trapped in a cottage being cared for by a mysterious woman during a long snow storm. But because of his injury, Geralt is not himself - a deep, dark thirst has unleashed inside him and nothing about this woman is as it seems…

A dark, explicitly erotic story featuring rich adventures into Witcher folklore and monsters who may not be monsters.

Word count: 4.4k (so far)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, hurt/comfort, angst, explicit sexual content, rough kissing, rough sex, dark! Geralt, Geralt has feelings etc.

Authors note: this is a multi chapter series. While every chapter isn’t explicit, some are, so please move forward with caution.

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Chapter 1: The Witch and The White Wolf

The snow fell thick, the wind sang a dangerous low hum and the Witcher slowed his horse. He had been foolish to assume that this snowfall would abate, that the ground was much too wet for the snow to settle. As the snowflakes fell, he put his huge hand out and caught one on his gloved fingers, the width of the snowflake gave away the sheer failure in his judgement. He turned his head slightly as he considered his options. He was 3 hours into his journey and if he turned back, he would face the same quandary as he found himself in now. The blizzard would only get stronger until he would be forced to find shelter within the hour.

His horse stamped her foot impatiently, giving his head a shake. “Easy girl,” the golden eyed witcher whispered. Roach, his horse was usually very calm, but the combination of snow and her masters hesitance may have spooked her. The warrior clicked his tongue and the horse refused to move. That was unusual. The witcher raised an eyebrow and was about to click again when he heard it. The eerie silence. The suddenly darkness over the afternoon. Even the white overcast of the blizzard was marred with a cloak of something….

And then- the crack of thunder.

No…not thunder. He turned his head and saw them. A host of impossible dead things. Skeletons riding skeleton horses, their weapons dripping with poisons.

The Wild Hunt.

“ROACH GO.”

The horse needed no more encouragement, rising in the air on her hind legs, she broke into a gallop, the witcher removing his weapon as she did.

Behind him, the Wild Hunts undead horses followed at lightning speed. As one caught up with him, he shafted his weapon to the side and the warrior disappeared into black smoke only to rejoin the hunt chasing the witcher. He could hear them getting closer as Roach galloped through the trees, the ice of their ghostly presence adding to the cold of the snow and the blizzard. It was only too late that he felt it. The sharp pain in his side. The dark, poisoned blade through his ribs. He fell from his horse in what seemed like an endless abyss.

Before his eyes closed in the snow, he saw it. The cloak of blue. The bright blue light. And the shriek of a banshee.

Read the rest here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56197105/chapters/142761040

#the witcher #the Witcher fanfiction #geralt of rivia #witcher geralt #Geralt of rivia fanfiction #henry cavill #Jaskier #yennefer of vengerberg #witcher fanfiction #the witcher fic

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mrsbsmooth · 11 months

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While we’re on the subject, have you read any good Luci fics? I have a few faves but I have a hard time finding new ones😭

Hi beautiful!

I am the wrooooong person to ask, I"ve literally read like two other RC/HS fics bahahah! I'm not that interested in a rewrite (at least not at the moment), but I did find some lovely oneshots!

Particularly recommend Rendezvous (MC x Lucifer main, but it's a foursome with Mimi & Dino) and Demons Use Unconventional Methods (MC x Geralt, Luci, and Adi) and Third Life (MC x Luci) (All Explicit)*

If you're looking for multi-chaptered stuff, I haven't read these two, but I'm familiar with the authors' work and I already can guarantee they'll be of super high quality. So I'd give Empires by @bypine (LITG S1 x HS crossover) and Dead of Night by @0shewrites0 (MC x Malbonte) a go.

*Where the f are all these foursome writers in LITG? HS fans out here getting spoilt I'm jealous

#rc fic recs #romance club #hs #heavens secret #hs lucifer #hs malbonte #hs fanfic #rc hs 2

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do-androids-dream-ao3acc · 2 months

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Soooo @gauntermetaverse asked me stuff from the Fan Fic Ask Game (thanks for that), here we go:

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

Not really. Although, sprinkles, here and there... I had Geralt break his hand with the wedding ring in a fic and they had to cut it off him. That's something I wrote because I had an infection in my finger when my daughter was still a baby, and they had to take my wedding ring off too. It wasn't cut off, though, but I never got to wear it again because it didn't fit anymore. Geralt got to wear his ring again. That was kind of personal, I guess. Also, there's one fic - I won't elaborate for reasons - in which Emhyr and Geralt have a dialogue that my husband and I frequently have. 😂

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

A plotter or a pantser, yeah, old question. I don't plan, at least not much. Usually, a story comes to me via one dialogue in my head or just a beginning I like, and it unfolds from there. I may roughly know what the story is about. Some of them, the multi-chapter ones, may need a tiny bit of thinking (which is not that much planning, it's rather quickly writing down what could happen). Stories go their own ways, it's what it is.

Y: A character you want to protect.

Protect? I want to protect all of my blorbos. And hurt them. 😂

#ask #ask game

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my-jokes-are-my-armour · 8 months

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My witcher fics general masterpost

Here are all stories dispatched by ship. As most of my fic are mature because of the subjects (depression, suicidal thoughts, mourning process...) and the whump, I will go the other way around and put the 🌸 tag for the light fics. Note that warnings are also in the stories for each chapter.

Fics are post on ffnet and here on tumblr for the microfictions.

[Edit] I have an ao3 account now but I am not sure what to do with it so I will put the links when available there too.

Geraskier

The Muse Saga masterpost [x]

Pears [ffnet][ao3] : OS. 1.7k words. Whump. Geralt and Jaskier are taken prisoner and have a rough time but they have a little moment to chat a little bit. Geralt will learn a thing or two. [Mixed POV]

Microfictions :

Friend [x] : After the moutains [Geralt POV]

Don't abandon me [x] : Alternate ending. Jaskier has heard after the battle of Kaer Morhen [Jaskier POV]

Last thoughts [x] : Alternate ending. Rience finishes him off [Jaskier POV]

Radskier

If I have the courage to publish more of it some day, this will go there. I try to make it happen creating this category. But due to certain things I have destroyed all remaining notes for the stories I had written for them. So that's all that's left at the moment.

Wild Blue : [ao3 series link]

Trapped [ffnet]: OS. 1.6k words. Hidden between the red roses, a wild blue flower grows. [Radovid POV]

Thorns [ffnet] : Multichapter (9). 35.9k words. Strong whump. Radovid and Jaskier are linked through their dreams. The new king of Redania witnesses the doom fate of his lover and has to find a way to help him get through some terrible wounds - physical as much as emotional. [Multi POV]

You can find every chapter with their specific warnings under the # wild blue of this post.

Microfictions :

My beloved king [x] : AU (kinda). Someone is jealous of Radovid love for Jaskier. [That guy in the back POV]

Mixed

This can be multiship or no precise ship at all.

Oxymoron [ffnet] [ao3] : Multichapter (in progress - 75k word for the moment). Quite heavy - Whump physical and emotional. The Continent has long forgotten magic and monsters. Those are for books and legends only. Yet some still believe in it and witchers are still in activity. Geralt, one of the last, knows that monsters have just adapted to the human world and hides even in the biggest cities. One day, he meets a young man playing in a bar on the road and his life is changed. - [Modern AU][Geralt POV]

Microfictions :

Vespula's logs - part 1 : [x] Vespula's notes on Jaskier's muses. 🌸

#masterpost #my fanfictions #the witcher #geraskier #radskier #muse saga #wild blue

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ellethespaceunicorn · 1 year

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Let's spread some positivity! Tag some of your fellow content creators here and let them know why they are absolutely amazing!❤️

I decided to tag you all because I care about you and am so happy to have met you. Also, I included my fave fic of yours because hey, it's all about sharing the wealth and writing/fandom is community.

I'm putting the list under a cut, cuz I may have written...too much? A fanfiction writer's worst fear? Never.

@peyton-warren, besides being literally the same person as me, more on that never, this lady is one of my accountability officers. she reminds me to drink water and eat my lunch and also is my beta for my written works because she just gets me. she fucking gets me, ok? Peyton, I adore you. Fave fic is a series: Blinded by the Fog (ongoing/hiatus)

@geralts-yenn, The first person I talked to today, funny enough. LOL. she was one of the first people that came to me and told me my work was good and I trust her judgement over a lot of people. Yenn, thank you. Fave fic: Hearts Too Big (part of a larger universe)

@raccoon-eyed-rebel, this little rodent is adorable. but she be feisty lol so look out. also her love of mikey from hellraiser is probably one of the most intense passions I have ever come across. Neen (my nickname for r-e-r), *squishy boob hug*. Fave fic: Making A Mess of Mikey

@littlefreya, my friend, my love. there are few people in my life who have said to me that I can come to them with anything. freya is one of those people. and she fucking means it. just one of the sweetest, most ferocious people I have ever met and I wanna hug her. Freya, you're so awesome. Fave fic: Autumn Blood

@cardierreh15, my sweet Gumball mama, you are so fucking funny, it's almost off-putting. when I read 'the guy next door', I hit the fucking motherlode. i never thought I would read any 'x black reader' fanfiction on tumblr. and then I found your masterlist and omg I could go on and on about your writing and your friendship. Cardi, I fucking love you. Fave fic is a series: The Guy Next Door (ongoing)

@deandoesthingstome, again one of the first people that reached out to me and was like hey tag me in this story please. and I thought to myself oh they're like lost or something, they can't mean my little story. but no, this person liked my work and like, anticipated it. and because 'hall pass' was already an instant fave of mine, I thought oh lord they think I'm cool. and then I fainted and went about my way. Charlie, thank you for being amazing. Fave fic is a series: Night Moves (complete)

@milknhonies, hi bestie!!, you're an amazing writer, an amazing friend, and I bet you smell good too. what I also love is that you label your fucking warnings so well. and that one time you saw I was reading and reblogging through your work and you messaged me to inform me of future explicit things and it made me feel so seen that you wanted to keep me in the know. that was the sweetest. Fave fic is a series: The Negatives of Shooting People (ongoing)

@mayloma, the first multi-chapter Walter Marshall fic I ever read (I think) was 'the light side of the night' and it set me on a journey. to this day, most of what I read is a lot of Walter and a lot of that is due to that fic. and she loved all of my manically rabid comments when I would reblog her stories after reading. Maja, you are wonderful. Fave fic is a series: The Light Side of the Night (complete)

@sillyrabbit81, if it wasn't for your follower milestone, I may have never started writing to begin with. I put out a Humphrey fic and a sub!Clark fic out to be included in your game. and it was the most fun. and I made new followers over those fics. i love what you do with gifs as well. i admire you, and my admiration does not come lightly, if you didn't know...i hate most humans. lol. Rabbit, keep up the gorgeous work. Fave fic: Curious

#fic rec #author rec #spreading positivity #writing community #spread some love #support your creators #support your writers

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