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Fanfic Rec List

Some of the fics I've loved most since the start of the year and my 2024 Fanfic Reading Challenge.

The Reanimator of Rosemerrow

by Cap_Sweet_And_Salty_Sadness (@cap-sweet-and-salty-sadness); Geraskier, E, 34855 words

In 1819, Jaskier accidentally buys an old abandoned inn in the middle of nowhere, England. Haunted, as if this mountain of dust and debris wasn't already enough of a problem. At least he has a handsome carpenter to help him renovate it.

briar & bone

by griesly, inflomora and Lama; Steddie, E, 44590 words

Ten years ago, jaded rock star Eddie Munson made a terrible mistake. Cursed by a fae to take a hideous, bestial form, he retreats from the world into a mansion in the middle of nowhere, while the curse begins to spread. Stranded in a snowstorm after a car accident, Steve Harrington is forced to seek shelter in the house every child in Hawkins knows and fears. What he finds inside will change the course of his life - and the monster within.

That Which Dwells At Ash Manor

by frankie_31, Steter, E, 23392 words

After agreeing to a marriage of convenience to save Peter Hale's reputation and his own father's coffers, Stiles finds himself Lord of Hale Manor. He is met by a strange collection of folk within the gloomy manor and a widowed omega who wants little to do with him. Stiles is stranded in a trap of his own making, a prisoner to the peculiar, storm-razed lands of the Hale estate and to the frightening manor within which something secret and dark lies. Stiles navigates the turbulent family within the manor while chasing the ghosts that haunt it's halls. Love is not anything he expected to find in his dark, vicious omega and Stiles begins to think he never will.

Custom Made

by stfustucky (@stfustucky); Geraskier, E, 122787 words

Jaskier was kidnapped by Cat witchers, mutated and trained into the perfect sex slave. He comes into Geralt's possession completely by accident and Geralt swears that he would never take advantage of Jaskier that way... except that somewhere in the midst of all the mutations done to him, Jaskier's body has stopped craving sex and starts needing it. When he begs that beautifully, when he smells that tantalizing, there's really no choice but for Geralt to give Jaskier everything he wants.

Shackles

by LadyInStarlight; Radiodust, E, 44214 words

Angel is mortified when Charlie approaches him and suggests that maybe his…flirtations…are making Alastor uncomfortable. Naturally, he stops. After all, there’s nothing more embarrassing than chasing a man who isn’t all that into you. Alastor doesn’t take kindly to being ignored. Smut ensues.

Laufey's Mate/ Ice Maiden/ Laufey's Bride (It wound up with three titles)

by Icemaidenstory; Laufey/Loki, E, 135371 words

Loki was born right at the end of the war and was given to Laufey as his betrothed. That's why he is marked with Laufey's family scars, it was a part of the ceremony. The final stage of their marriage is the consummation which would have happened when Loki came of age. Then Odin showed up, totally misread the scars and took Loki away. Fast forward to the events of the movie, only this time Laufrey sees Loki get grabbed and turn blue. He realises what has happened and grabs Loki off the battlefield to claim him before Thor figures out what is going on.

Dereliktion

by AMidnightDreary; Frostiron, E, 203592 words

When the second prince buys him as his personal pleasure slave, Tony is quite certain that he's fucked. It goes both better and worse than he expects.

Echo

by ravenbringslight (@kingthunder); Geraskier, E, 29599 words

Jaskier loses his voice the morning after a concert. As he and Geralt find new ways to fill the silence between them, they realize it isn't only Jaskier's voice that's been lost—and getting it back will bring them closer than they've ever been before.

5 Times Dream Was a Complete Weirdo About Wanting Intimate Contact + 1 Time He Actually Asks Like An Adult

by YarvaDaemonicusEtrigan; Dreamling, E, 16357 words

Dream has noticed that Hob likes to absently play with fidget/sensory toys. Dream would like to be played with too. Dream is bad at articulating his wants and needs. Things get stupid, but fortunately, Hob is very indulgent and open minded. In other words; this is total crack fic about Dream manifesting different stim toys as his junk so Hob will touch him. Enjoy the madness.

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it's reading and reccing my own old fic o clock!!

hands on my waist, do it softly is a geralt/jaskier/eskel pwp fic i wrote in august 2020 but featuring witchers that are afab and genderless and f!jaskier

to be invited in is a post-canon yenralt fic written around halloween 2020 where they live an addams family adjacent life in an eclectic old house haunted by creatures and full of found family

where my marbles went is a geraskier fic written in october 2021 featuring geralt helping an aging jaskier through a bipolar manic episode

with such sugar'd words is a book and show canon-blending merihart 5+1 written march 2021

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Geraskier FanFic Recommendations

Within the Storm (G) by Hum My Name - A Continent trapped in an eternal winter, cursed by the sudden disappearance of the Summer God years ago. A disowned noble trying to brave the storm, stumbling upon a strange cabin in the worst of the blizzard. Jaskier's only ever known the cold-- but, Geralt, somehow, seems so warm...

jump care (T) by @penandinkprincess - In Jaskier’s defense, he would argue that he had very good reasons for not realizing he was haunted. Between gigs and side jobs, his days are far from standard working hours, the house is old so who would be alarmed by a few odd noises now and then, and after a lifetime of ADHD, who is he to say that he didn’t leave every single cabinet door open and rearrange his mugs in the cupboard without realizing it? “The fucking writing in the mirror wasn’t a clue?” Priscilla asks with a dubious eyebrow raised. (Jaskier has a poltergeist) (This is a problem until it gets his rent reduced) (Then the only problem is stopping the witcher his landlord hired from wrecking the good thing he's got going on)

Morning After (T) by @whispered-story - This isn't how Geralt thought he would do this. But seeing Jaskier with his hair still wet from swimming, bundled up on one of Geralt's hoodies, he can't help himself.

We'll Build a Den Out of Pillows (And Get Drunk Again) (G) by @wren-of-the-woods - Jaskier gets sick. When Geralt asks how to help, Jaskier jokingly suggests that he build a pillow fort. He does not expect Geralt to take it seriously. Geralt takes it seriously.

What Can Go Wrong? (G) by Doing_a_heckin_science - Jaskier offers to take care of an errand for an exhausted Geralt. It spirals into a life-or-death situation that the witcher may be too late to stop. Modern AU. Bank Heist featuring hostage!Jaskier.

Very Late At Night When Cities Turn Into Forests Again (E) by AguScribbles - A modern-day witcher in a world where people stopped believing in magic and monsters is trying to do his laundry in peace. He won't have that wish granted, though. It seems, unfortunately, that an annoying laundry companion will be the least of Geralt's problems. (Jaskier and Geralt meet at a laundromat at 2am and then proceed to fall in love while a blast from Geralt's Witchery past threatens to ruin everything)

you are in the earth of me (T) by empressoftheclouds - Geralt is captured and given to Prince Julian Pankratz of Lettenhove to serve as his guardian, but the last thing he expects is to fall in love with him. Prince!Jaskier and Bodyguard/Knight!Geralt AU.

Don't Tell Me, Dear, How Much You Care (T) - by @whispered-story - It's the middle of the night and Jaskier just wants to grab himself some water. He's nowhere near ready to face a bunch of inebriated witchers and Geralt's drunk affection.

You Don't Have to Sing it Nice (But Honey Sing it Strong) (G) - by kell_be_belle - Jaskier didn't know why he was here. His manager could have sent him to a tropical island with white sand beaches or a mountain chalet overlooking a quaint vineyard and yet he had been sent to the middle of nowhere. After a recently developed panic disorder has left him unable to perform, famed music sensation Jaskier is sent to the therapeutic farmstead of Kaer Morhen where their animal therapy program has become nationally renowned for its success. Jaskier doesn't care much for the dirt or the smell or the animals, but the soft yet disgruntled program manager, Geralt, might just make the damage to his wardrobe worth it. A fic in which Geralt is, for once, the emotionally competent one and Jaskier is in desperate need of some self-love.

TW: Panic Attacks

Don't Go Stealing My Heart (T) - by @thesilverqueenlady - When Jaskier is stiffed by a lord on payment, he decides to help himself to proper compensation. Alongside the correct amount of gold and silver, he also steals a beautiful silver wolf's head medallion. It's safe to say that he is not expecting the medallion to be haunted by the spirit of a very grumpy, very handsome, very cursed Witcher.

The Minute I Met You, the Colors of My Life Began to Pour (E) - by @whispered-story - Geralt had taken one look at Jaskier in that dingy tavern in Posada almost a year ago and he'd known—Jaskier was his. His to protect and take care of and cherish. His mate.

Or: The story of Geralt and Jaskier's mating. (A/B/O)

Spectre's Soul (T) - by @wren-of-the-woods - When Jaskier tried to go on a date with a man named Rience, he did not expect to nearly be killed. He certainly did not expect to discover a beautiful valley while running away from him. He very definitely did not expect to find out that the valley was haunted — by an absurdly beautiful man.

Or: In which Geralt is cursed to be a ghost and Jaskier is the first person in decades to talk to him.

I'm Lost, I'm Found in You (E) - by @whispered-story - After Geralt gets injured on a hunt, he's nursed back to health by another witcher. Over the next few years, Geralt keeps crossing paths with the Cat—first by accident, then on purpose.

(Cat Witcher!Jaskier)

animal instincts (M) - by leodesic - Despite Jaskier's hard work, there are still plenty of people who hate witchers. They think they're monstrous, inhuman, only held back from violence by a thin veneer of control. One mage has a plan to spread his views by capturing a witcher and bewitching them to remove their control. When the Butcher of Blaviken walks into his hideout, he's convinced he's found the perfect candidate - and a convenient way to get rid of the pesky bard that's been singing his praises.

Jaskier is forced to agree witchers are not human, but that doesn't mean they're dangerous. In fact, he's astounded by how many of Geralt's uncontrolled impulses involve touching.

All the Better (E) - by @ambutwrites - When a young bard takes the forest path the locals steer clear of, he soon discovers what lurks in the woods.

(Werewolf!Geralt)

if somebody loved you, they'd tell you by now (M) - by Tallfroggie20 - Geralt had never called Jaskier a friend, not once in their twenty years traveling together. Now he returns to uproot Jaskier's life, Child Surprise in tow and mentions of an 'old friend' on his lips. It makes Jaskier want to scream.

Deepest Desires (E) - by MilanScolding - So no, Jaskier would remain an amicable if noisy companion, and Geralt would do damn near anything to not ruin the one nice friendship he’s had in life, including stuffing his feelings down to the deepest darkest corners of his mind. But the syrupy flutter of Jaskier’s lashes as he opens his eyes, looking up through them at Geralt, impossibly blue and even more impossibly filled with that elusive expression, filled with such open want, that is enough to give Geralt the bravery to say, “Your deepest desire is… me?” Jaskier’s eyebrows crinkle together, suddenly cross again. “Geralt, if you make me say it, I will combust on the spot.” And Geralt half-believes him, what with the flagrant blush creeping up his neck.

AKA Jaskier accidentally bought a spell and before you know it he's getting boned by Geralt

When Gods of Old Come Knocking (M) - by MilanScolding - “Sing.” The god commanded. And Jaskier obliged. The words tasted of spring, of the lambs he would lead up the hillside at the turn of the seasons, singing sweetly to them in the watery sunlight. They tasted of the harvest, when autumn sank in rich hues across the valley and bellies were full for the first time all year. They tasted out of place, being sung to a god cold and cruel as winter, in a land of mist and darkness. In the silence that followed, Jaskier strained to hear the god’s movements. But the White Wolf had disappeared from view, and his weak mortal ears heard not a trace, until the god’s voice thundered through the forest. “Your tribute is worthy, mortals. I will claim him as mine.” Without warning, the god appeared before him. He seized Jaskier in a tight embrace, pressing their lips together.

AKA Peasant!Jaskier is sacrificed to God!Geralt! and a boatload of kissing and (sad but fluffy but good ending!)shenanigans ensues

bitten hand guides best (E) - by frankoceansmoonriver - “Are you alright?” Geralt asks. “I am now, thanks to you!” “It’s my fault your hand is fucked up.” “It’s actually those other bastards fault, for chasing me into the trap but I see your point.” The man lifts his left hand, inspecting. “It hurts like fuck but it’ll heal soon, probably won’t be able to play for a few days but I’ve had worse.” The man looks and sounds so gentle, Geralt really can’t imagine he’s had worse. “Play?” “Yes, the lute.” “A werewolf that plays the lute,” Geralt says. This day is very bizarre and it’s only just started.

You Can't Always Get What You Want (E) - by @brighteyedjill - Whenever Geralt visits the bathhouse, everyone makes assumptions about what he wants, and he ends up disappointed. But tonight, a stranger makes some perceptive guesses, and Geralt just might end up getting what he needs

The Things You Have Caused Me Most to Want (are those that furthest elude me) (E) - by @brighteyedjill - Jaskier is not what anyone would call a traditional alpha, and certainly not the kind of alpha anyone would want for a mate. And he is quite surprised to unceremoniously discover that Geralt, his companion of many years, is in fact an omega. Geralt and his fellow witchers repress their heats until they arrive at Kaer Morhen for the winter. This year, since Jaskier’s rut is starting at just the right time, Geralt invites Jaskier to come along. Jaskier thinks he knows what to expect when partnering an omega in heat, but the situation at Kaer Morhen thoroughly wrecks his expectations.

A/B/O dynamics Alpha!Jaskier, Omega!Geralt, Omega!Lambert, Omega!Eskel, Beta!Coen

fit to house a love (T) - by deadpooled - “I am so bringing this up next time you make fun of me for coming down to breakfast in a cloak and gloves.” Which is mostly accounted to Lambert and Yennefer, but Geralt will never pass up an opportunity to make Jaskier get pissy enough to start throwing bacon. Geralt grunts and gets a better hold on Jaskier’s waist, tugging at him. “Come here.” Jaskier laughs, a quick, bright sound that startles out of him in a way that warms Geralt completely. He puts up some resistance, regardless. “No, no no no, I’m not done yet.” “I can tell you what happens,” Geralt says as he manages to get him down to where he can hook his chin on his shoulder.

Domestic fluff, marriage proposal, established relationship

the song of the ocean (E) - by Officer_Jennie - Geralt hears of a creature singing out at sea, whose songs are driving a village mad with lust every night, and he sets out to find the beast and make it stop. But when he learns the creature might be sentient, he leans towards a less violent approach in convincing it to stop bespelling the poor village folk.

Or-

Geralt is a witcher. Jaskier is a siren. They fuck.

In Want of A Wife (T) - by Swankyo0 - “It’s what you haven’t done, son,” Alfred’s voice was brusque and short, but not unkind. Jaskier braced himself. “It’s time you settled down and found a wife.” The room went silent. Every eye in the room bounced between the two men, no one daring to speak. Every eye except one- Geralt, who sedately finished chewing his breakfast, seeming to completely ignore the pleading glances Jaskier was shooting him. After a long pause, the witcher looked up and glanced around the table, meeting Jaskier’s eye briefly, before stating, calmly, “Can’t. He’s already married.” “Right, yes, of course,” Jaskier nodded his agreement before actually hearing Geralt’s words. “I’m- wait, uh-"

A Sort of Courting (T) - by thinksleep - Jaskier finds himself in the halls of Kaer Morhen, home to the Warlord of the North. He didn’t expect to find the Warlord so attractive though. Jaskier figures his normal gambit of flowers and poetry won’t go down well with a witcher, which leads to the immortal question of how to court one. Geralt figures if he wants to catch Jaskier’s eye he needs to compete with the techniques of the fancy courts Jaskier is used to. Both end in much confusion and little success.

Eskel, Lambert, Yennefer, and Ciri have a betting pool, and watch on in amusement.

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Tag Game

Thank you so much @spideyanakin for tagging me 💚

dynamic: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

1.I See Your True Colours - 1st Steddie fic I'm writing

When Steve finds Eddie and Dustin in the Upside Down, he finds apulse and carries Eddie out of there. After three weeks in the hospital Eddie finalls wakes up. His dreams have been guided by Steve reading LotR to him. Steve was there nearly every night, because only in Eddie's presence, he was able to get some sleep without being haunted by nightmares. Wayne of course realises there is something going on, and after what Steve has done for Eddie, he already considers him family.

2. Promises-Series | currently writing Part 4: Holy Diver

Eddie and you have been best friends since you were 10, when you were 15, you had your first date, admitted your love for each other, but then you had to move to NYC. Eddie never wrote you a letter, you weren't able to reach out, and pride kept you from writing him another letter (you'd left him one the day of your move, but he never got it). Now, 5 years later (taking place dright before and during season 4), you come back because you miss him, your best friend. You argue, but decide to talk about it a couple of days later, and that's wehn all hell breaks loose.

3. I'm Lost I'm Found in You - Witcher Modern AU

Geralt is a veteran and has his service dog Roach because of his PTSD. He needs to get away from the big city and moves in with Jaskier, a complete stranger, whose house is too big and quiet for him alone. While Geralt wakes up in the middle of the night from nightmares, Jaskier sits downstairs, plays the guitar and sings, which is calming for Geralt. Ciri lost her parents and the family that's taking care of her is abusive towards her, so Geralt and Jaskier take her in. They're both falling for each other, but... still a little scared about it

4. You'll Make Me Brave - Geraskier Crime AU

Found covered in blood right next to his father’s dead body, it seems to be clear that Jaskier killed the old man. Geralt, working this case as a Detective, had to figure out what really happened, which won’t be easy, seeing that Jaskier isn’t even able to speak at first. Was it really him? Or was someone else involved? Geralt is determined to uncover the truth.

5. Let's Just Close Our Eyes and Let Go - Geraskier Hacker AU

Jaskier operates under the name the Sandpiper and steals from the rich to give the money to homeless shelters, since he’s spent a lot of time on the streets after his family kicked him out after coming out to them. Geralt sees him play music on the street, has seen him a couple of times and finally finds the courage to ask him out. Jaskier takes him to his home: A small flat on top of a building where he has loads of plants. Plants that don’t even bloom at that time of year. Geralt see’s Jaskier’s magic (which Jaskier is completely unaware of). Vesemir calls Geralt since they had a break in their case. In front of Jaskier’s building, he tells him that Jaskier is in fact the Sandpiper)

6. Wherever You Will Go - Geraskier Hockey AU

Famous contemporary romance author Julian Alfred Pankratz is set to travel with the Kaedwen Wolves (who won the cup last year) to get to know how they interact with each other, learn about hockey, so that he can incorporate that in his next book. He’s a little nervous, but still excited, until he sees a familiar face among the players. The face that was the model for one of the main characters in his last book, because they’d nearly fucked in the elevator they’d been stuck in- Only that Geralt had made it clear that he was looking for something serious, while Jaskier is afraid of commitment.

7. Geraskier Your Name AU

Geralt and Jaskier wake up int he other one’s body every now and again. At first they think it’s just some kind of weird dream, until their friends ask them what the hell had been wrong with them the previous day. At first they’re both like “I do what I want”, but that quickly changes, because their behaviour has consequences for the other one, and they start to like each other or rather what they find out. And suddenly, Jaskier had to find out how to wield a sword, while Geralt needs to learn how to play the lute.

though the Witcher ones are currently on hiatus, because I can't seem to focus on them. I tried and I couldn't write anything down

I'm tagging (but no pressure): @tellhound @luteandsword @dancingwiththefae @ghosttownwherenoonegoes @jesskier @wren-of-the-woods @writingmysanity

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2022 fic rec list

i somehow fell out of the habit of reading fic halfway through the year so recent works are scant, but here are some of the highlights that have stuck with me over the year

critical role:

storyless houses by @callingvoicemail (shadowgast) - really interesting take on a less-explored part of caleb’s character. literally when i read this for the first time in march i knew that it would be one of my fave fics of the year and i was entirely correct

amongst the things left unforgiven by @nonwal (wizard ot4) - i was late to reading this but i’m so happy i saved it. it’s all about *clenches fist* wanting to live

do you have enough love in your heart, to go and get your hands dirty? by @saltytothecore (former blumendrei + shadowgast) - truly all i want in life are the wizards interacting. astrid wears second person POV so wonderfully here

like real people do by @callingvoicemail (yasha) - i have a knack for digging too deep into sol’s side storylines, but there is something about caleb and how he fits into beau and yasha’s new domestic life that really resonated with me in this fic. sometimes it’s the small details that ride with me for a long time

(unnamed snippet) by @essektheylyss (fjord) - writing like this reminds me why fjord was my favourite member of the m9 for a long, long time. he’s such a damn interesting character and this is a perfect encapsulation of one of the reasons why!

arcane/league of legends:

sanctified by @aevallare (jayvik) - we love it when the boys meet alternate universe versions of themselves and alex has an insane knack for nailing giopara and everything that makes him tick in just a sentence or the turn of a phrase

the rom-com where you kill your father by @drtechmaturgics (jayvik) - i’m cheating because i read this in 2021 but it was published in december and i’m literally still insane about it a year+ later. it deserves a second shoutout

the witcher:

the wrong way by @lurikko (geraskier) - fics that make love and desire complicated are just absolutely my shit. excellent narrative voice here that carries an interesting premise all the way through

o, empathy by @nectarine-pit (geraskier) - a great bodyswap fic. the good shit = a trope fulfilled really, really well

the locked tomb:

whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same (insult) by flemeth (augustine/mercymorn) - i am completely serious when i say that this fic haunts me in the most insane of ways. if i had to pick a genuine top #1 fave for the year, this would be it

twin human highway flares by @thefaustaesthetic (campal) - getting my feelings hurt while thinking about among us is exactly what i need from my tlt fic

hypnagogia by @thefaustaesthetic (campal) - again: shit that simply makes me insane. no further comments, your honour

hannibal: (no, i don’t really remember how i ended up here either)

wolf and i by @t-pock (hannigram) - listen i am digging this fic up from 2014 to tell you to read it because it has insanely good build-up and pay-off

and just for my own reference, i also dabbled in a decent number of ofmd, jjk, and the sandman fics this year

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

@terresdebrume I talked a little bit about Runaway Jaskier here! Ghost Yenn is a Geraskier & Yentriss modern with magic AU where Jaskier inherits a house from a distant cousin he's never met and invites Geralt, who he's been casually dating for the past six months, to the coast to see it.

Geralt, who unbeknownst to Jaskier, is a witcher, steps one foot into the house and immediately knows that something is terribly wrong. He sets about trying to figure out what's haunting the house without alerting Jaskier to the existence of the supernatural. He ends up recruiting Triss, who gave up magic after her lover, Yennefer, vanished a hundred years ago, for help.

Anyway, the title of the doc kind of gives away 1) what happened to Yenn and 2) what's haunting the house but Yennefer's spirit is trying to keep the inhabitants safe from the much worse thing also trapped in the house while trying to communicate with Triss.

It's kind of stalled right now because while writing the first chapter, I got an idea for an original project with a very similar premise and now I'm trying to decide whether to continue with the fic or to try writing original fiction again.

Snippet under the cut!

Jaskier glances back at the letter. “My father’s cousin died.”

Geralt frowns. He’s not an expert—fuck knows he’s never had anything resembling a typical family—but he’s fairly certain that’s a statement that should come with some measure of grief. “I’m sorry.”

“I never met him.” Jaskier’s voice has an odd quality that Geralt can’t place. “He and my father had some kind of falling out after my great-uncle died.”

Geralt goes to put a hand on Jaskier’s back, because he doesn’t know what to say to make that strange look on Jaskier’s face go away, but he can offer this small comfort. Jaskier leans into his touch, closing his eyes, and hands Geralt the letter.

Julian,

If you’re reading this, I’m most likely dead. You’ll be hearing from my lawyer any day, but you should know that you’re now the sole surviving Pankratz. Lettenhove and all the responsibilities that come with it are yours. Treat her well.

Alfred Pankratz

Geralt checks the back of the letter, but it's blank.

“That’s it,” Jaskier says in that same strange voice. “Not the letter I would write to my last surviving relative on my deathbed, but from what I’ve heard, Cousin Alfie was a bit of a twat.”

“What’s Lettenhove?” Geralt asks in lieu of anything better to say.

“The family estate.”

Jaskier has never struck Geralt as someone whose family would have an estate. From what he’s heard, Jaskier’s father died a penniless alcoholic when Jaskier was only seventeen and Jaskier’s mother and stepfather are both mild-mannered Oxenfurt professors.

“It’s in Kerack,” Jaskier continues. “Right on the coast.”

Geralt keeps his expression perfectly neutral. Kerack is a multi-day drive from Ard Carraigh and Geralt’s witcher senses make air travel torture. If Jaskier moves there, then this thing between them will almost certainly come to an end. It’s too new, too fragile to be tested by an entire Continent between them.

Not that Geralt can say that to Jaskier. He would never expect Jaskier to arrange his life around a man who can’t even tell him the truth about who he is or what he does for work.

“Will you move there?” He hopes his voice sounds casual.

Jaskier laughs a little hysterically. “I don’t know. I don’t… I mean, it’s a huge house. It has like fourteen bedrooms. What the fuck do I need with fourteeen bedrooms?”

Gerat’s lips twitch. “You could sleep in a different one every night. Keep things interesting.”

“Gods, can you imagine all the cleaning?” Jaskier glances around the cluttered kitchen. “I can barely keep this place clean, never mind a house with fourteen bedrooms.”

“Maybe those were the responsibilities that your cousin was talking about.”

“I have no idea.” Jaskier shakes his head. “Maybe Cousin Alfie got forgetful in his old age and forgot that Kerack doesn’t have nobility anymore. Three hundred years ago, I would have just become an earl.”

“Congratulations, your lordship.”

“Don’t.” But Jaskier’s laughter sounds much more genuine this time.

“You don’t have to decide anything today.” Geralt presses a kiss to his temple. “You haven’t even heard from a lawyer yet.”

“You’re right.” Jaskier takes a sip of his coffee, grimacing a little. “Ugh, cold. I shouldn’t make any major decisions before I’ve had breakfast.”

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[cap-sweet-and-salty-sadness]

Masterlist of my spooky/horror fics 👻

*All fandoms included*

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Stucky - Steve/Bucky

From the Pain I Have Been Frozen Into (I Beg to Be Free)

“You’re awake,” the man smiles, approaches to perch himself on the chair beside the bed. “Do you remember me?” "You’re the one who saved me.” “I am. It’s a miracle I’ve found you.” -- On the run from Hydra, James gets in a car accident during a snowstorm. He's saved by a gentle and caring man who lives in a cabin in the middle of the woods. Why does he instantly trusts him, and why does he keep dreaming of a door in the basement that isn't there?

Thou Shall Call Forth Sothoth

“Ma, I know you’re a witch,” Bucky told his mother a few nights later, under the comfort of the wood cracking in the fireplace and the slow, calm lull outside, the half-moon barely shining through the thick clouds over the neighbour’s house. His mother laughed, took his hand. “I’m not a witch, you silly boy. I’m a priestess.” Bucky frowned. He wasn’t a regular church-goer, but he knew there was no such thing as Catholic priestesses. “Priestess of what?” She fetched the same leather-bound book he found before, all those years ago. “Let me show you.”

Sounds Echo the Absurd

17th century. Steve Rogers goes to the New World with a group of Europeens in the hopes of a new, better life. They settle on the edge of a forest, in what would become Massachusetts. He quickly finds his place as a carpenter, and he may or may not have been staring at the Barnes' son a few too many times. But as months pass, spirits and demons from the forest start to emerge. Steve can feel their eyes on him, can hear them skitter in his house at night. What if leaving offerings for them come to not be enough anymore? What if they want more?

Stony - Steve/Tony

the finger down your spine

The man, with his large brown eyes and beautiful features and small smirk, had a dangerous edge to him. No, not a man, a vampire. His long hair was loose, and he wore a perfectly fit three-piece suit. He was stunning, and it was almost irrelevant to mention that Steve was, indeed, stunned. The stranger’s smile only grew as he dragged his gaze down Steve’s body and brought it back to his flustered face. “Well, aren’t you lovely, lonely soldier.”

Winteriron - Tony/Bucky

crawl inside 

Tony wakes up three years after being part of the rescue team for the USG Icarus, the most notorious planet-cracker classed spaceship, and from which he’s the only survivor. He doesn’t remember what happened during that time, or understand why he’s kept in a straightjacket on the Sprawl, the station on Saturn’s biggest moon. What Tony knows is that the Church of Hydra, responsible for the first necromorph outbreak, is redoing the same thing, and that he’s once again stuck in the middle of it. (Dead Space AU)

Red Dead Redemption 2

Morston - Arthur/John

I buried you in the snow

He'd seen all sorts of things during his travels: unexplained flying objects in the middle of the night, robots murdering their masters, a human-made monster, a serial killer convinced he was a vampire, ghosts haunting the swamps and Roanoke Ridge, and the list went on. An encounter with a werewolf wasn’t too far fetched in the greater scheme of things. When he woke up the next day, he wondered if he hadn't just dreamed the whole thing, but the pair of jeans discarded on the floor was still damp and there was a messy drawing of the beast in his journal, along with the simple description: "I saved a werewolf from drowning. He owns me a lasso."

The Witcher

Geraskier - Geralt/Jaskier

The Reanimator of Rosemerrow

“This inn has an interesting reputation. Its owners are usually quick to resale it.” “Because of her decaying state? She just needs some remodel, soon she’ll be back up and about.” He stepped sideway to pat the half-destroyed wall and take a deep breath, away from Geralt’s unfair attractiveness. “Partially, but there’s also been paranormal rumours. Apparitions, misplaced objects, footsteps.” “And you believe in them? I always assumed you were the skeptical cartesian type.” Geralt wasn’t facing him, but he heard him chuckle darkly. “There are things you can’t escape from.” “Indeed,” Jaskier breathed out, thinking of what’d he seen when he was alone in the inn, the heavy presences and the few cases of being touched by a being that he had the unfortunate ability to see. “I’m, uh, familiar with unusual events.” – In 1819, Jaskier accidentally buys an old abandoned inn in the middle of nowhere, England. Haunted, as if this mountain of dust and debris wasn’t already enough of a problem. At least he has a handsome carpenter to help him renovate it.

Sleepy Hollow

Geralt hummed and nuzzled the crook of Jaskier’s neck without thinking. It was foreign to him, being held this gently. Only Ciri gave him hugs nowadays, but this one felt different. Geralt felt understood, precious. “What happened, with the Horseman? How did he hurt you?” “Freed himself and stabbed me when I was about to throw him back through the portal.” He frowned. A wound like this wouldn’t have killed him, but Doctor Lancaster had been right when he said even his metabolism wasn’t this fast. “You used your chaos to save me.” “I did.” “Why?” Jaskier gently cupped the back of his head, his thumb stroking the shell of his ear. “Though I cannot cure the world, I would make you live healthy and happy in it.”

Dragon Age

Cullrian - Cullen/Dorian

You run my life right outta my soul

That was the danger of infiltrating enemies’ sects, and why Cullen preferred to suck information out of lower ranks; easier to make them talk, easier to get rid of. AKA the Vampire The Masquerade AU nobody asked for.

splinters of my soul

“I only see glimpses and pieces. I know the color of your underwear too.” “It’s not necessary.” “Green with a red design, it was a gift from… Mia.” He hid his smirk in his mug, having an image of Cullen in the mirror this morning wearing nothing but that underwear. A wonderful sight. “Cassandra forgot to mention your-“ “Charms? Good looks?” “I was about to say elocution, but that too.” --- Dorian is a medium and psychic owning a small shop in Montreal, Canada. He's content with his life until the Police requests his help for a missing boy and he meets Commander Rutherford.

Ghost in the Cell

Dorian is invited to investigate an haunted prison with a paranormal investigator crew, and he brings Cullen along for some ghost adventures.

Blood Red Setting Sun

This wasn’t Dorian anymore, not the Dorian who would make fun of Felix when he’d become flustered and tongue-tied when trying to talk to a girl, who introduced him to the delicacies of wine and with whom he discussed for hours about books no one else took interest into. He couldn’t believe it, to use such radical mean for such a pitiful reason. Halward Pavus didn't use blood magic on his son, he turned him Tranquil.

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

Mothskier vs. the Haunted House

Welcome to the first of this year's annual "Very Bouncey Halloween" stories! At the request of my beloved @veritasrose I have written some cute Mothskier fluff!

tw: haunted house spooks (brief description of a jump scare)

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“Are you sure you want to do this?” Geralt asks, taking Jaskier by the hand. The half-Fae’s wings flutter a little in annoyance and he glares over at his boyfriend, eyes narrowing dramatically when their gazes lock.

“This is one of the few seasonal human traditions that seems scary and fun,” he asserts. “I don’t want to miss out!”

“Alright,” the Witcher relents. “But next weekend I get to choose the date activity."

Jaskier nods his consent to this suggestion, antennae bouncing.

The Witcher smiles, presses a quick kiss to Jaskier's fluffy brown hair, and asks: "Do you have the tickets?”

“I printed them out this morning" - Jaskier offers up the folded papers - "Here.”

“Excellent."

Geralt takes the tickets from Jaskier and slips them into his hoodie pocket, keeping them clutched tight as they make their way from the parking lot to the small front gate. After a quick pause to wait in line, Geralt hands their entry passes to the bored-looking teenage attendant at the window.

“Welcome to Hawthorne’s Haunted Halloween Spooktacular,” the dark-haired boy says in a tired monotone as he fastens the day-glo orange bracelet-passes around Geralt and Jaskiers’ wrists. “Enter only if you dare, and please remember to keep your hands to yourself inside the haunted houses.”

Jaskier's mouth opens as if to question the lad and Geralt ushers him forward quickly, into the half-assed Main Square area of the Halloween attraction.

“Do I really have to keep my hands to myself?” Jaskier asks, glancing down at where Geralt’s fingers are intertwined with his own. “Because I'd much rather stick to holding your hand!”

The Witcher bites his lip to keep from chuckling; the Faerie’s naivety about human society and traditions can be ridiculously adorable sometimes. “He meant that you’re not allowed to hit or kick the actors who work here. You have to keep your hands to yourself when you're around the employees.”

“Oh. Well of course!” Jaskier practically squawks. “It would be incredibly rude to do my host an injury!”

“That's well and true for everybody, most of the time, but people often react strangely when they’re frightened.”

Jaskier squeezes Geralt’s hand in reply, his antennae flicking back and forth in the air as his eyes sweep from one haunted house to the next. “There’s so many!"

“Yeah, that’s why they’re allowed to charge us so much to get in.”

“I paid for my own ticket,” the Fae sticks his tongue out. “You could have spared yourself the fifteen bucks and stayed home for the evening with a nice book or your sword or something equally boring and lonely, you know.”

“And miss out on seeing you absolutely shit your pants when an underpaid university student jumps at you with a chainsaw?” Geralt teases, “No way!”

Jaskier yanks his hand free from Geralt’s grip and makes his way to the closest attraction, which happens to be themed after a science lab. There’s a poorly ripped-off Doc Brown painting being mostly illuminated by a dying blacklight above the words: Laboratory of Despair: Enter Only if You Dare!

“Oh my gods, that’s so corny,” Geralt hears Jaskier mutter under his breath. The Witcher chuckles out loud this time and Jaskier whips around to look at him.

“It’s a terrible sign, yeah,” Geralt nods. “Now how about we see what the lab has to offer, hmm?”

Jaskier grips at the hem of Geralt’s hoodie sleeve and nods, betraying his nerves by worrying his lip between his teeth. His false bravado and anger from before have abandoned him completely. “Okay.”

Geralt steps through the fringe of black beads that covers the door and pulls his anxious boyfriend along behind him. He can hear the way Jaskier’s wings are shivering and twitching. The slender Fae's twin antennae dance atop his head, searching for information about his surroundings without making a sound. Geralt runs his thumb in gentle circles over the back of Jaskier’s knuckles, practically smelling the relief that pours off the pretty creature as they continue into the darkness.

A few steps later, just as a light appears at the end of the tunnel, a person in a cheap rubber bug mask pops out from behind a false wall, buzzing into Geralt’s personal space. The Witcher feels himself shoved back, a slightly smaller body coming between him and the half-bored actor. Jaskier hisses assertively, his whole body tense and alert, until the teenager disappears back behind the wall to wait for his next round of hapless victims to wander past.

Geralt leans down to whisper as they continue walking, “Did you just try to protect me from a seventeen year old in a shitty costume?”

“Can’t let my mate get hurt,” Jaskier replies simply. Geralt balks a bit. Mate? Is that what we are, mates?

“I appreciate it,” Geralt praises, enjoying the way his boyfriend preens at his words. “Even though I am perfectly capable of protecting myself.”

Jaskier doesn’t reply. Instead, he tugs Geralt close and continues bravely into the next section of the haunted house. His instincts had shown themselves once again, eager to prove to Geralt that he was a worthy partner. He couldn’t have known, of course, that he was far worthier than Geralt had ever dreamed.

[luciusswimminglessons]

Spoopy

[fandom]

Ships

POV: You’re looking at a list with a mere 24% of m/f pairings. 

Destiel +9 Dean Winchester & Castiel, Supernatural 

Lumity +5 Luz Noceda & Amity Blight, The Owl House

Sambucky Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes, the Marvel universe

Bakudeku +11 Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Boku no Hero Academia

Dreamnotfound Dreamwastaken & GeorgeNotFound, Streamers

Lokius Loki Laufeyson & Mobius M. Mobius, Loki

Supercorp +1 Kara Danvers & Lena Luthor, Supergirl

Buddie +18 Evan Buckley & Edmundo Diaz, 9-1-1

Catradora -7 Catra & Adora, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Hannigram +27 Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham, Hannibal

Stucky +7 Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes, the Marvel universe

Beauyasha Beauregard Lionett & Yasha Nydoorin, Critical Role

Renga Reki Kyan & Langa Hasegawa, SK8 the Infinity

Wangxian -1 Lan Wangji & Wei Wuxian, Mo Dao Zu Shi

Jikook -6 Park Jimin & Jeon Jungkook, BTS

Zukka -10 Zuko & Sokka, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Bumbleby -5 Yang Xiao Long & Blake Belladonna, RWBY

Jonmartin -4 Jonathan Sims & Martin Blackwood, The Magnus Archives

Gallavich -2 Ian Gallagher & Mickey Milkovich, Shameless

Geraskier -16 Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier, The Witcher

Wolfstar +18 Remus Lupin & Sirius Black, the Harry Potter universe

Drarry -6 Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter, the Harry Potter universe

Ladynoir +24 Ladybug & Chat Noir, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Dinluke Din Djarin & Luke Skywalker, the Star Wars universe

Kiribaku -14 Kirishima Eijirou & Bakugou Katsuki, Boku no Hero Academia

Ineffable Husbands -21 Aziraphale & Crowley, Good Omens

Cockles Misha Collins & Jensen Ackles, Actors

Zutara -9 Zuko & Katara, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Bubbline Princess Bubblegum & Marceline, Adventure Time

Adrienette +16 Adrien Agreste & Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Symbrock Venom (symbiote) & Eddie Brock, the Marvel universe

Korrasami -10 Korra & Asami Sato, The Legend of Korra

Marichat +17 Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Chat Noir, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Kanej Kaz Brekker & Inej Ghafa, Shadow and Bone

Shadowgast Caleb Widogast & Essek Thelyss, Critical Role

Merthur +6 Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Merlin

Zelink +48 Zelda & Link, The Legend of Zelda

Tarlos +50 TK Strand & Carlos Reyes, 9-1-1: Lone Star

Klance -19 Keith & Lance, Voltron: Legendary Defender

Darklina The Darkling & Alina Starkov, Shadow and Bone

Solangelo +51 Will Solace & Nico di Angelo, the Percy Jackson universe

Narumitsu +21 Phoenix Wright & Miles Edgeworth, Ace Attorney

Tododeku -16 Todoroki Shouto & Midoriya Izuku, Boku no Hero Academia

Sterek +5 Stiles Stilinski & Derek Hale, Teen Wolf

Dramione +23 Draco Malfoy & Hermione Granger, the Harry Potter universe

Levihan Levi Ackerman & Hange Zoë, Attack on Titan

Erasermic -12 Aizawa Shouta & Yamada Hizashi, Boku no Hero Academia

Reylo -47 Rey & Kylo Ren, the Star Wars universe

Kagehina -16 Kageyama Tobio & Hinata Shouyou, Haikyuu!!

Sasusaku -21 Uchiha Sasuke & Haruno Sakura, Naruto

Johnlock +43 John Watson & Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock

Larry Stylinson -9 Harry Styles & Louis Tomlinson, Singers

Wayhaught -23 Waverly Earp & Nicole Haught, Wynonna Earp

Nessian Nesta Archeron & Cassian, the A Court of Thorns and Roses series

Hualian Hua Cheng & Xie Lian, Tian Guan Ci Fu

Dani x Jamie Dani Clayton & Jamie, The Haunting of Bly Manor

Thanzag Thanatos & Zagreus, Hades

Joe x Nicky -24 Joe & Nicky, The Old Guard

Eremika Eren Jaeger & Mikasa Ackerman, Attack on Titan

Percabeth -3 Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase, the Percy Jackson universe

Reddie -58 Richie Tozier & Eddie Kaspbrak, It

Phan -21 Daniel Howell & Phil Lester, YouTubers

Preath -42 Christen Press & Tobin Heath, Athletes

Eruri Erwin Smith & Levi Ackerman, Attack on Titan

Sylki Sylvie & Loki Laufeyson, Loki

Komahina Komaeda Nagito & Hinata Hajime, Danganronpa

Fjorester Fjord & Jester Lavorre, Critical Role

Harringrove -36 Steve Harrington & Billy Hargrove, Stranger Things

Harlivy -29 Harley Quinn & Poison Ivy, the DC Universe

Willex Will & Alex Mercer, Julie and the Phantoms

Spirk +2 Spock & James Kirk, Star Trek

Stony -21 Steve Rogers & Tony Stark, the Marvel universe

Matcha Blossom Joe & Cherry Blossom, SK8 the Infinity

Itafushi Itadori Yuuji & Fushiguro Megumi, Jujustu Kaisen

Taekook -17 Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jungkook, BTS

Maribat -40 Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Damien Wayne, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir x The DC Universe

Raeda Raine Whispers & Eda Clawthorne, The Owl House

Sasunaru Uchiha Sasuke & Uzumaki Naruto, Naruto

Bokuaka -8 Bokuto Kotarou & Akaashi Keiji, Haikyuu!!

Malex -35 Michael Guerin & Alex Manes, Roswell, New Mexico

Ishimondo Ishimaru Kiyotaka & Owada Mondo, Danganronpa

Upstead Hailey Upton & Jay Halstead, Chicago P.D.

Wincest Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Supernatural

Codywan Commander Cody & Obi-Wan Kenobi, Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Dabihawks -33 Dabi & Hawks, Boku no Hero Academia

Nalu -21 Natsu Dragneel & Lucy Heartfilia, Fairy Tail

Widojest +3 Caleb Widogast & Jester Lavorre, Critical Role

Jily James Potter & Lily Evans, the Harry Potter universe

Deckerstar -19 Chloe Decker & Lucifer Morningstar, Lucifer

Satosugu Gojo Satoru & Geto Suguru, Jujutsu Kaisen

Iwaoi +2 Iwaizumi Hajime & Oikawa Tooru, Haikyuu!!

Sessrin Sesshomaru & Rin, Hanyō no Yashahime

Ladrien Ladybug & Adrien Agreste, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Ironstrange -39 Tony Stark & Dr. Steven Strange, the Marvel universe

Luberto Luca & Alberto, Luca

Wenzhou Wen Kexing & Zhou Zishu, Word of Honor

Vmin -13 Kim Taehyung & Park Jimin, BTS

Whiterose -17 Weiss Schnee & Ruby Rose, RWBY

Chenford Lucy Chen & Tim Bradford, The Rookie

Obikin Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, the Star Wars universe

The number in italics indicates how many spots a ship moved up or down from the previous year. The ones in bold weren’t on the list last year.

[jaskierswolf]

Dearest Wolfie, may I request some vampire Geraksier sexy times? Perhaps Jaskier is... thirsty... if you catch my drift. (from @geraskier-trashh)

@dani-dandelino darling this got out of control....

Gerakier - featuring Vampire!Jasker. Rated E. Words: 2.3k

CW: Biting, blood drinking, frotting, sex magic (but with explicit consent), lingerie, orgasm denial, dom/sub undertones

On AO3

Geralt gripped his silver sword in his hands as he moved silently and slowly through the mansion. The whole situation was like a scene from one of Jaskier’s ballads. There was a storm outside, lightning flashing through the broken shards of glass from what were once windows, thunder crashing into the night. Geralt’s hair was a sodden mess, soaked through and cold against his skin. Wind howled through the empty dusty cobweb riddled corridors of the abandoned house and floorboards creaked underfoot much to Geralt’s displeasure. 

He growled under his breath and raised his sword as a door slammed in the distance. The creature was on the move. Geralt’s eyes flickered around at inhuman speed, not wanting to be caught off guard. The contract had stated there was some sort of vampire loose in the abandoned mansion but Geralt wasn’t sure. A place like this was far better suited to a wraith. It would explain the chill down his spine. Something wasn’t right. 

“I wondered when I’d be seeing you, witcher,” a melodic haunting voice sang through the halls. 

Geralt spun around in a pirouette but there was still no sign of the monster. “Show yourself,” he growled. 

“Ah ah. Patience, darling.”

Geralt froze, his sword almost clattering to the ground. 

That voice.

“Jaskier?” he asked, praying to the gods he didn’t believe in that it was a trick, some cruel trick, an illusion. It couldn’t be him. 

Jaskier’s musical laughed bounced off the walls and echoed all around him. He spun around again but couldn’t pinpoint where the sound was coming from. He growled and focussed his senses, the metallic scent of blood burning his nose, but he could finally track the vibrations of Jaskier’s voice. He stalked through the halls, keeping a tight grip on his sword. He wouldn’t let himself be tricked by this illusion… he just needed to keep a clear head. 

“Getting warmer, witcher,” Jaskier purred as Geralt pushed open the door to what appeared to be the master bedroom. 

Unlike the rest of the house this room was in perfect condition.  A grand chandelier hung from the ceiling and in the centre of the room was a large four poster bed adorned in red silk sheets. Jaskier lay in the middle of the bed, a shimmering white silk robe that was barely tied shut, dark chest hair peaking out between the soft fabric. He looked… beautiful, exactly like he had when Geralt had last seen him, except the colour of his skin which was now a ghostly white. His lips were blood red, which almost looked like the paint Yen used, almost. 

“Jaskier?” Geralt asked cautiously, not lowering his sword. “You. You’re not?” he snarled, cutting himself off.

It hadn’t been that long since they’d seen each other. Jaskier had waved a cheery goodbye and then set off to Oxenfurt as the chill began to hang in the air. Jaskier’s gave him a sheepish smile and cocked his head, “Sorry darling, ran into some trouble at the University.”

“Fuck,” Geralt growled, his sword finally falling to the ground. “Jask.”

His voice cracked as he crawled onto the bed and pulled the bard into his arms. Jaskier felt deathly cold beneath his fingers, gone was the warmth that had always been so comforting. Jaskier cupped his cheek and pressed their foreheads together. “I’m still me, Geralt, and I’ve never killed anyone! I promise, I wouldn’t, I couldn’t… I only ever take what I need.”

“The alderman…”

“Is mad because I slept with his wife a couple of years ago.”

Geralt stared at the bard turned vampire in his arms, stroking a thumb along Jaskier’s cheek. His eyes were still the same cornflower blue but even in the darkness Geralt could see the slight shimmer of magic; an illusion. “Your eyes?”

“Red,” Jaskier smiled sadly, and glanced away. “But I found a mage that helped me, sold me an illusion spell for far too much coin.”

“Can I see?” Geralt asked, not wanting Jaskier to have to hide a single part of his new self. “Please, Jask.”

His medallion hummed and blue eyes morphed to blood red, striking against his chalk white skin. Jaskier’s bottom lip quivered, and Geralt ran his thumb along it. Jaskier’s honey chamomile scent remained the same and Geralt knew in his heart that this was no illusion. He would know his bard anywhere. Only Jaskier would spend the last of his coin on a spell to keep his eyes blue when he’d been turned into a monster from his own ballads. 

“I could never kill you,” Geralt whispered and pressed their lips together. 

Jaskier hummed and threaded his fingers into Geralt’s hair, pushing Geralt back onto the mattress. “I was so hoping you’d say that,” he whispered against Geralt’s lips as he straddled his waist. Geralt felt heat prickle over his skin despite the coolness of Jaskier’s touch. Jaskier’s thighs were firm under his fingers as he ran his hands under the silk dressing gown. The iciness of Jaskier’s skin felt strange after so many years of his human warmth but Geralt still loved him, how could he not?

It was Jaskier. 

He tugged at the tie around Jaskier’s middle and the robe fell open. He was wearing silk lingerie underneath, a deep rich purple fabric that barely hid Jaskier’s cock from view. Geralt ran his fingers up Jaskier’s torso, through the thick hair and brushing over the smooth fabric covering his pecs. Jaskier let out a soft whine as Geralt’s fingers swept over his nipple.  

“Geralt, sweetheart…” Jaskier breathed, eyes dark as he stared back down at Geralt, a soft blush on his cheeks. He wasn’t nearly as red as he would have been before, but Geralt was happy that he hadn’t completely lost that little slice of humanity. 

“Hmm,” Geralt replied, and rolled his hips up against his lover. “Were you trying to seduce me to stop me from killing you?” he asked with a smirk, the softly scented candles, the bed, the silk robe, the lingerie. The dramatics of it was ridiculous and so very Jaskier. 

Jaskier licked his lips and ran his hands over Geralt’s torso “Did it work?”

Geralt chuckled. “Not sure.”

Jaskier snorted and leaned forward to brush his lips along Geralt’s jaw, “Oh really?”

“Hmm.”

Jaskier’s lips moved to his neck, pressing a kiss just below Geralt’s ear. “You know, my venom can be quite pleasurable, so I’ve been told,” he whispered, a slight rock of his hips that felt like sin against Geralt’s hardening cock. 

“Not to witchers,” Geralt muttered, for the first time in his life regretting the mutations’ ability to counteract toxins. 

“Are you sure about that, darling?” Jaskier’s lips pressed to his throat and Geralt felt the scrape of his sharp teeth. Jaskier had always found pleasure in marking his lovers and Geralt had often been left with bruises and teeth marks all over his neck, but this was a new feeling. Jaskier biting him as a human was a possessiveness that Geralt found endearing but trapped under his newly vampiric boyfriend… Geralt felt a rush of arousal, heat coiling at his core. 

Jaskier could probably cause him some serious harm, possibly even kill him. It depended on which class of vampire he had become. Geralt had never known one that could turn humans before, this was something new, something unknown. He gasped as teeth sunk into his skin, sharp pain pulling him from his thoughts. 

Jaskier giggled, caressing his cheek as he pulled away. “You’re thinking too loudly, darling,” he half moaned as he rutted against Geralt, blood now staining his lips. Geralt’s fingered the bite on his neck but his witcher healing had already closed the shallow wound. He found he was disappointed. If Jaskier’s venom truly was pleasurable to those he drank from then Geralt wanted it to be him. He didn’t want anyone else to see his bard like these, wanting and desperate for his touch… his blood. 

The movement of Jaskier rolling his hips against him was becoming unbearable. Every movement creating friction and heat between them, a constant low ripple of pleasure running through Geralt’s body, across his skin. He growled, fingers digging into Jaskier’s waist, stilling his movements. “Stop teasing.”

Jaskier leant forward against to kiss him. “Oh but it’s so much fun, and you look so beautiful laid out underneath me like this, my White Wolf lying on his back, letting me take my pleasure.”

Geralt’s breath hitched. Fuck, the bastard had a way with words, he knew exactly what to say to drive Geralt mad with lust. He reached up to tug the silk robe from Jaskier’s shoulders, wanting to see more of the pale skin, to see how much Jaskier’s transformation changed him. Would Geralt have to relearn Jaskier’s body, his likes and dislikes… he would do it. Even if it took them a lifetime, something that meant something quite different now that Jaskier’s lifespan was more like his. 

“Off,” he growled as the robe tumbled to the mattress, leaving Jaskier in just the pretty silk undergarment, soft and beautiful against his skin. Geralt hummed as he stroked against the fabric. “This can stay.”

Jaskier whined under his touch and started tearing at the buckles on Geralt’s armour, quickly getting frustrated. Geralt chucked and hooked his legs behind Jaskier, flipping them over so the bard was lying back against the bed, pouting up at him, red eyes wide through dark eyelashes. Geralt pecked him on the lips and rolled off the bed so he could get rid of his armour. Jaskier watched intently, palming his cock through the thin panties as Geralt stripped off as efficiently as possible. It wasn’t sexy and he felt ridiculous, but he was in a hurry to get back to his lover. Jaskier whined impatiently and reached out for him as his last layer of clothes hit the ground. He crawled into the bed and captured Jaskier’s lips in a blistering kiss. Jaskier’s fingers pulled at his hair, moaning into the kiss, the taste of Geralt’s blood lingering in his mouth, reminding him of what his boyfriend had become.

my venom can be quite pleasurable

Jaskier’s words echoed, a seed planted in his head that refused to die and fade away. What if he wasn’t immune? He wanted all that Jaskier could give to him. He rolled them back over so Jaskier was on top of him, their bodies rubbing against each other, pawing at each other’s skin. 

“Bite me,” Geralt growled. 

Jaskier’s lips froze on his collar bone and the bard pulled back to look at him, a crease between his brows that Geralt wanted to kiss away. “What?” he asked, voice strangely quiet. 

“You want to?” Geralt asked, rubbing circles with his thumb into Jaskier waist. 

Jaskier closed his eyes and groaned. “Gods yes, do you have any idea how good you smell, how good you taste?” Jaskier’s fingers brushed over Geralt’s neck where his teeth had been earlier. “I almost couldn’t stop.”

“I trust you, I want you,” Geralt hummed, gripping the soft silk that adorned Jaskier’s arse. “Please.”

That last word seemed to ignite something it Jaskier. He let out a low hiss, eyes turning nearly completely black and he lunged forward, hands fisting in Geralt’s hair. He licked and sucked at Geralt’s neck until Geralt was gasping for breath, writhing underneath him. Geralt didn’t care, there weren’t many times he could relax and let down his guard, but he could with Jaskier. He wasn’t ashamed of how much the bard affected him. 

By the time Jaskier’s fangs broke his skin he was already thrusting up off the bed, he wanted more, he wanted… 

Waves of pleasure crashed over him, making his mind feel hazy. Whines and moans escaping his throat that didn’t sound like they could come from him, desperate, pathetic sounds. Jaskier’s arse was grinding into his cock, happy hums rumbling in his chest, his grip in Geralt’s hair unrelenting. Geralt’s eyes rolled back. He felt like putty, melting into the soft sheets on the bed, the burning heat on his skin almost too much to bear. He could do nothing except moan helplessly as Jaskier rutted against him, taking his pleasure from Geralt’s limp body. He could feel the drag at his neck as Jaskier drank, but he’d never felt anything quite like it. He was in pure bliss and he hadn’t even cum yet, his hard cock between their bodies a stark reminder of that fact. 

“Jask…” he slurred, tongue heavy, unable to think anything but the pleasure that was flooding his senses. 

With a strangled moan Jaskier pulled away from him, one last hard thrust and broken cry before collapsing onto Geralt’s chest. Geralt whined at the loss of Jaskier’s bite. He was still hard but he felt like he’d cum at least three times already, satisfied and yet aching, cock leaking against his chest. Jaskier’s fingers released his hair and he trailed slopping kisses over Geralt’s chest, fangs still pricking at his skin. Geralt let his head fall back against the pillow, feeling both blissful and wanting at the same time. His brushed his fingers along Jaskier’s spine, tripping over the fastening of his bra. HIs other hand reached down, brushing past his own stomach towards his cock, sending a shiver through him but before he could grip himself Jaskier’s hand swatted at his. 

“No,” the vampire slurred. 

“What?”

“Tomorrow,” Jaskier lifted his head lazily, blood stains trickling down his chin as he gaze up at Geralt, a smirk on his lips. “If you’re good I’ll let you fuck me tomorrow.”

Geralt groaned but let his hand drop back on his stomach. Apart from his new found bloodlust Jaskier hadn’t changed one bit. Geralt pressed a kiss to the bard’s hair. “Bastard.”

“You love me,” Jaskier trilled.

Geralt laughed quietly, still feeling heavy headed and hazed from Jaskier’s venom. “I do, still a bastard though.”

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[samstree]

50 for the cliché prompts?? 💞💞

50. "I’m scared but won’t admit it so you take my hand"

A grand revelation happens on an ordinary movie night when Geralt gets scared of a horror film. (Look, Geralt the monster hunter is scared of horror movies and you can’t change my mind.)

fluff, 1k, established geraskier, domesticity, cuddling and kisses

read on AO3

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The boy walks into the dusty bedroom, blindfolded, waiting for his sister's claps. Their hide-and-seek game continues.

A pair of hands reach out of the old closet, the skin white as a sheet, and clap twice.

The slap of skin against skin reverberates in the silence.

The boy turns to the source of the sound.

“Cold?” Geralt asks Jaskier, pulling him closer and wrapping the blanket tighter around the two of them, the singer almost sitting on his lap at this point. A chill runs down Geralt’s back, making him shiver a little.

The air con must have been set too low.

"I'm fine, darling."

Jaskier sends him a tiny smile in the low blue light of the screen, but Geralt decides to wrap an arm around his boyfriend anyway, his palm resting over Jaskier's stomach and rubbing small circles.

The boy walks to the closet, a bit wobbly because of the blindfold. A smug smile appears on his face.

"Ha! I know where you are!"

He stands in front of the closet and feels for the handles, and misses on the first try.

Geralt puts his jaw on Jaskier's shoulder and nuzzles into the soft hair behind Jaskier's ear. His boyfriend leans forward on the couch, completely enthralled by the suspense.

The boy opens the closet doors in one swift motion and—

The camera pans away.

To his sister standing far away, by the bedroom door.

Geralt gasps, hugging Jaskier to his chest.

"I win! I was hiding in the basement this whole time and you were nowhere near me!" the girl announces chirpily.

"But I--" the brother snatches off the scarf over his eyes and looks into the closet.

It's empty.

Geralt can feel his hand balling into a fist and abusing Jaskier's pajama shirt. He lets out the pent-up breath in his lungs and looks away from the movie.

They were alone in the house. Their parents went out. The sister was hiding in the basement. She wasn't the one who clapped. They warned them that the house was haunted. Why did the parents have to move in!

Geralt's heart races. He breathes in the familiar scent of Jaskier's freshly showed skin but even that doesn't stop the spiraling. An irritated grunt escapes his throat.

It shouldn't affect him like this. He hunts monsters for a living, for god's sake! A seasoned witcher such as he has seen real horrors, unlike the man-made ones in these stories. It’s merely a horror movie.

Yes, it’s just a movie. Full of clichés, no less.

But all the monsters he faces are all tangible, living things, unlike the eerie, inexplicable haunted house that is apparently also home to something else—

"Hey," Jaskier interrupts his train of thoughts. "Are you okay?"

Geralt realizes that he’s curled up around Jaskier and his limbs are freezing, a shiver running through him again, which draws another concerned hum out of Jaskier.

“Uh, I—” Geralt clears his throat. At his periphery, he notices that the next scene has broken the tension. “It’s fine. Keep watching.”

Warm skin brushes against Geralt’s wrist, and Jaskier’s palm is covering the back of his hand. The singer threads their fingers together and squeezes gently.

“We don’t have to. If you are upset.”

“What—No. ‘Course not!”

The denial would have sounded more genuine if Geralt didn’t let out a dry chuckle.

Jaskier pauses the movie and turns on the couch, the movement quite uncomfortable because of Geralt’s insistence on keeping his boyfriends in place, so they settle with Jaskier’s forehead pressed against his temple, the singer’s strong legs a pleasant weight on Geralt’s lap.

“What are you doing?” Geralt asks, confused.

“We can just do something else if you don’t like the movie. The last time you looked this rattled, my dear, a wyvern had snatched me right in front of your eyes.”

Jaskier’s hand moves to rub some heat back into Geralt’s skin all the way up to his forearm.

“That was real danger. This is just a movie.” Geralt isn’t sure who he’s trying to convince. “I shouldn’t be scared of it.”

“Well, it can’t be helped if you are. After all, they make them spooky on purpose.”

“Hmm.” Geralt considers his boyfriend’s worry. The way Jaskier fusses for his nerves is too sweet. “But Ciri says the franchise is good.”

“Ciri has a morbid taste in everything and you know it.”

“She was so excited to talk about it, and I promised her I’d watch.”

“Aww…”

Jaskier pulls away, the look on his face almost pitiful.

“Geralt, honey,” he says patiently. “I know you want to be the cool parent, but let’s face it. No one can be cool in their teenage daughter’s eyes, no matter how much you torture yourself by consuming this nonsense. Seriously, who moves into an old, creaky in the middle of nowhere? They should have seen the ghosts coming like, from a mile away! It’s so cliché!”

Jaskier gestures to the screen in exasperation, and when he meets Geralt’s gaze again, those blue eyes are full of fondness. Geralt returns the soothing motion and squeezes Jaskier’s hand back, his fingers no longer numb from the cold air.

“And you are not making fun of me why?” Geralt raises an eyebrow. Jaskier passing up on an opportunity to tease him feels too good to be true.

“My love.” A kiss falls on the tip of Geralt’s nose. “It’s never fun if you are truly upset.”

There is something about Jaskier, Geralt muses, that still manages to make his heart skip a beat after all these years. As he captures Jaskier’s lips and draws a contented moan out of him, Geralt realizes that he could spend every evening like this, for as long as Jaskier will have him.

“We can do something else, you said?” Geralt’s voice grows hoarse from the way Jaskier is pressed up against him and squirming, his beautiful blues eyes darkening in response.

“Do you even need to ask?”

With a playful smile, Jaskier shifts so that he’s reclined against the back of the couch, and pulls Geralt on top of them, who eagerly starts peppering more kisses on his boyfriend’s neck. The blanket falls to the floor but neither of them pays any mind.

Maybe he needn’t ask this question.

Maybe, it’s another much more important one that he should be asking Jaskier and it means Geralt has some shopping to do tomorrow—he can even ask Ciri for help. God knows his grumpy daughter needs some livening up these days.

But right now, Geralt revels in the sensation of having Jaskier arching towards every touch and whimpering with pleasure. Of hearing his own name breathed out with reverence.

He finds Jaskier’s ring finger instinctively and caresses the empty base.

Is it also cliché? To have this grand revelation on such an ordinary movie night?

Geralt smiles against Jaskier’s skin and cannot care less.

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Did I take that one scene from The Conjuring? Yes. Is is also where I got too scared and stopped watching entirely? Absolutely yes.

Thank you so much for the prompt, my dear. 💖💖 Although it took forever for me to fill.

[wolf-and-bard]

The Geraskier dark academia AU of my dreams (because writing these up keeps me sane; TLDR at the bottom because this escalated):

-Jaskier is so ready for college. Like, the readiest he's ever been for anything in his life. He couldn't wait to get out of his stuffy family home, away from his narrow-minded hometown, he is ready. He signs up for a Liberal Arts major, moves into a dorm, drinks his brains away during the first week. He makes an archnemesis, he makes friends, he live-documents the whole affair on Snapchat for his friend Triss who lives across the country, but is always with him in spirit. Life is good.

-Jaskier doesn't think twice when his roommate Zoltan invites him to come along to a party at the Kaer Morhen fraternity house because hello? Orientation week was last month, high time he goes to an actual frat party full of guys like wardrobes that eminate sexual self-assuredness and hopefully some sexual flexibility as well. He puts on his most revealing shirt and too tight jeans and joins Zoltan. The fraternity house is old, red-brick with sandstone pillars and iron-wrought gates which would seem rusty if not for the ivy that curls around them. It's chock-full with people of every kind of major and age, most of them drunk beyond reason by the time Jaskier and Zoltan arrive. Zoltan disappears in a tangle of rugby-players and leaves Jaskier to his own devices. He befriends a group of Archeology majors, their leader being a cute blond called Filavandrel, and they share a bottle of red wine, round and round. He meets his archnemesis, the one he spent all orientation week bickering about music with, Valdo or some nonsense, and they do tequila shots. It’s a nice party and Jaskier has the time of his life until he returns from the bathroom to find a god of a guy standing in the hallway.

-"Oh hello," Jaskier mutters under his breath. Before, his evening was aimless, he let the wave of the vibe take him wherever, let the alcohol blur the world around him. But now, he has an objective. And that objective stands all by his lonesome, scowling down the hallway. Man, does he brood well. Jaskier usually goes for people that are easy to read if some casual fun is what he has in mind -and it's not out of his mind just yet - but this guy intrigues him; there is more to him than simple dudebro-ness. He has shock-grey hair and startling amber eyes and seems to cast the longest shadow. Jaskier wants to ride him. Jaskier also wants to serenade him on a starlit wooden bridge and collect all the guy's deepest secrets and desires to keep under his pillow and draw divine inspiration from. Okay, that may be the Tequila shots talking. He scurries over to the bar, downs another two, then approaches the guy.

-"Hi," Jaskier says as he sidles up to him. The guy half-heartedly raises his beer in greeting.  Taciturn, dark, dramatic. Jaskier decides to go for it. "I absolutely adore the way you just stand here and brood." (Jaskier will only learn much much later that he accidentally used some weird Kaer Morhen frat code and set off a chain of events that changed his life forever). "Lamb," the guy calls out instead of answering, something that makes Jaskier think he's so far gone that he's actively hallucinating. But no, seconds later a guy with equally lush red hair and equally thick arms appears from the crowd. He wears a scowl which has Jaskier's throat tighten. "What is it, Wolf?" Wolf, huh? "Go collect Goat and Kitty-Cat. I found him." And Wolf-Guy grabs Jaskier by the back of the neck and hauls him through a door, down some stairs - is that marble? are those torches? GARGOYLES? - and into pitch blackness. Jaskier squeals. This is what he imagined when he dreamt of college. Well not exactly this, but close enough.

-They bind him with silk scarfs and put a blindfold over his eyes which, okay. Jaskier knows he shouldn't find this as sexy as he does, but he can't help it. He has no sense of self-preservation and this will just be the best of fuel for the first assignment in his screenwriting class. "Oh, this is fun," he murmurs when someone tugs off his boots and someone else smears a fatty paste onto his lips. It smells like... okay it smells lot like his uncle Matthew's pigsty. Weirdly disgusting. "Who are you guys anyway?"

-They don't speak at all that night, don't take off the blind-fold until way later. All night, Jaskier can hear them rustling around him, chanting in some language he doesn't understand. They give him several drinks, most of which honestly taste like asphalt, but make his insides go fuzzy. When the blindfold comes off eventually, Jaskier finds himself on the front-seat of a pick up truck, Wolf guy behind the wheel. They are parked behind the frat house. "Look, I don't think you're a suitable candidate. The guys all said they want to keep you, but my friend recognized you from the freshman introduction party and we usually only inaugurate sophomores." Jaskier blinks. He has absolutely no idea what's going in anymore. His friend Triss is probably worried sick because he hasn't checked in all evening. The faint taste of burned rubber clings to his lips and all Jaskier can think is: Fuck, is this man hot. "Go out with me," he blurts. "Go out with me, I'll show you how suitable I am."

-Over the course of a month's worth of introductions, preparation and inauguration traditions (which, among other things, have him dropped butt-naked in the middle of the forest, requiring him to find his way back to campus; have him spend more time learning long-dead languages than he is comfortbale with; have him getting thoroughly intimate with Eskel's (Goat) helper syndrome, Lambert (Lamb) and Aiden's (Kitty-Cat) ostentatiously loud fucking, Coen's (Hawk) frequent absences and Geralt's (Wolf) quiet, but passionate idealism) Jaskier learns the truth at the core of Kaer Morhen. It is more than a fraternity, it is a brotherhood of students that spend their free time in rituals to protect the college, its city, likely even the whole state from supernatural creatures that threaten to cross over into the world. The existence of these is no surprise to Jaskier who's come out of an adolescence of escapism and coping through fiction and song, but the fact that there are handsome tough guys who work to banish him is too much of a dream to be true. It is true. Unofficially, the call themselves Witchers. They catch wraiths in cricles of runes, they re-direct necrophages into Kaer Morhen's basement and slay them with blades of silver. They brew potions and cast minor spells to get rid of mutated insectoids. And Jaskier is to be one of them. They call him Lark.

-His first ritual goes bat-shit wrong. Jaskier is reasonably sure he did everything right, but the wraith doesn't stay contained after they bound it . "Fuck," Geralt growns after, pressing a cloth to the gaping wound in Jaskier's shoulder while they wait for Eskel to whip out the first aid kit. Jaskier shudders, can taste blood. "There shouldn't be fireflies here, right?" - "Ah, nope," Lambert says. He keeps snapping his fingers before Jaskier's eyes. "Hey, Lark, stay with us, okay?" - "He's fine," Aiden says, inspecting his nails. "If anything, it's Geralt we should be worried about. He's about to have a full blown panic attack." Geralt grunts and holds Jaskier closer.

-"Does this mean I can ask Priscilla to let me copy her homework," Jaskier asks later. He's in bed, bundled up in one of Kaer Morhen's bedrooms. Portraits of alumni line the wall and a hearth crackles away. Geralt sits next to the bed, a pretense-book on his lap. His eyes bore into Jaskier, wide, haunted. "Jask," he breathes out shakily. - "Hello, big guy. How are we doing?" - "Better now that you're awake. We... we had to call in Vesemir. He will want to talk to you." - "Alright, okay," Jaskier says. He knows who Vesemir is of course, but he has no idea what exactly his job entails or what having to talk to him means. "Geralt?" - "Hmm?" - "What did I do wrong?" - "Nothing. You were uncharacteristically precise... but it turns out I was right all along. You're not suited for this kind of work." - "Because I'm not big and buff like all of you?" Jaskier asks, pouting. Geralt has the audacity to laugh. But he also takes Jaskier's hands and kisses his knuckles and huh? What? Jaskier's brain short-circuits. Fuck when did he fall so hard for Geralt? "No, Jask, you're perfect. I mean, uh, ah, perfectly annoying." That bastard. "The wraith went crazy because it turns out you're an amplifier. That means supernatural creatures are pulled to you and can draw from you to manifest easier in our world. You wouldn't have noticed this unless you ever passed by a spot where the spheres overlap significantly. As it is, your participation in the ritual poses a danger." - "TLDR: I'm fired?" - "That's for Vesemir to decide... truth be told, I don't want you to go. But I can't stand the thought of you being in danger. Because of me, this." - "Go out with me, Geralt. Please. One coffee," Jaskier practically begs. Yes, his shoulder is minced meat and he feels exhausted from the blood loss but Geralt has never been this open and honest with him. "...fine."

-Jaskier heals up under the diligent care of his friends. Priscilla is allowed over too, practically drags him though his classes with tutoring and copies of her homework and sugar-coated emails to his various professors. Triss video-calls him three times a day. Eskel's med school expertise leaves Jaskier with the most neat scar he is ever going to get out of this, Lambert and Aiden hang out to play Gwent with him, a strange card game they invented and custom-painted, Coën even pops in to bring Jaskier his guitar and a venti Matcha Tea Latte even though the nearest Starbucks is miles away. Geralt... Geralt is there almost all the way. He sleeps in the chair at first, then - on Jaskier's stern insistence - in the bed with him, though careful to keep his distance. He helps Jaskier into the shower, something so strangely intimate without feeling innately sexual, he takes him out on slow walks. Geralt doesn't talk much, but Jaskier knows he feels responsible. It's fine. Sure. Absolutely fine. Jaskier is so far gone for this man by the time he moves back into his own dorm that he considers getting injured again just to have Geralt by his side. They never do go out for coffee.

-Vesemir doesn't so much invite Jaskier as have him called out of his choir session by a girl about Jaskier's age. She has the same hair color as Geralt and Jaskier thinks he's seen her around Kaer Morhen's bigger parties. "Hello, Jaskier," she says sweetly, but one look at her tells Jaskier she's deadlier than any of the frat boys. If his drunk memory serves correctly she also does a phenomenal keg stand. "Ves sends me to collect you." Which has Jaskier even more impressed with her. None of the boys dare to call him anything but Vesemir or Sir, even when he's not around. - "I've been expecting this," Jaskier says, shouldering his bag. The girl laughs and grabs his arm to guide him out of the building and across campus. - "You are cute," she says. "Geralt said so, but I thought that was just because he's so infatuated with you. I'm Ciri, by the way, his younger sister." Infatuated, huh? Jaskier has just enough brainspace left to save her name. Ciri. They will have to become very good friends. Infatuated.

-It turns out, Vesemir isn't half as scary as the boys made him out to be. He's closer to sixty than fifty, has a stern face, but a kindly voice and the first thing he does after dismissing Ciri with a meaningful glance is offer Jaskier a glass of whiskey. Jaskier sneaks a photograph of the bottle's label when Vesemir stands at the window and glances down at the campus, hands clasped behind his back. Triss will never believe this. It's the sort of alcohol that exists only in myth, at least to college students. "So, Mr. Pankratz. I'm afraid apologies are in order." - "Please, I prefer Jaskier." - "I know," Vesemir says and turns. "I would kindly ask you to delete that picture, my office and its contents fall under the terms of the non-disclosure agreement you signed when entering our brotherhood." Jaskier gulps heavily, the whiskey suddenly sour on his tongue. But he's quick to paste over a smile. He's gotten this far with the mysterious Kaer Morhen fraternity, he can pull all the way through. He deletes the picture. "Good," Vesemir says. "Now down to business." Vesemir gives him two options. Jaskier can consult a local magical artisan and have his memories of Kaer Morhen's true purpose removed. It is an easy procedure, won't cost him anything. Except for his new-found friends and the love he feels for Geralt. Except for the only place he's ever truly felt at home. Jaskier chooses the latter option which is to become the fraternity's chronicler.

-After that, things are supposed to calm down and they do, for a bit. Geralt still dodges any and all attempts Jaskier makes at flirting even though it's evident his resolve is thinning out. Jaskier observes and documents the rituals, begins to collect old notebooks. He's planning to go above and beyond his job and compile a comprehensive history of Kaer Morhen and its members before he's graduated. He may not be able to partake in the rituals or help the guys protect this city from monsters, but he can play his part. Leave behind a legacy.

-Between that and his normal studies, hanging out with his theater group, meeting Triss on alternate weekends and throwing epic frat parties, all of Jaskier's time is consumed. There are several instances in which Geralt and him almost manage to have their coffee, but then they have Eskel on the phone because Lambert and Aiden managed to give themselves poisoning over a simple Endrega job, or Priscilla needs an emergency stand-in for her weekly performances at a local bar, or Jaskier is simply too tired and falls into bed, sleeping over Zoltan's aggressive snoring. Jaskier doesn't mind so much. They catch glimpses of intimacy, Geralt's hand on the small of his back as he guides him downstairs for another ritual, a good night kiss on the cheeks once it's done, a spot of quiet homework-doing in Kaer Morhen's common room together, their legs pressed close under the table. One of these days, Jaskier will find the courage to close the last bridge between them. He just wants to wait until Geralt seems absolutely comfortable with it.

-All is as well as can be until Vesemir comes up with an idea. Because more and more creatures have been getting through and they are unable to hold off all, he wants to capture one of them, an Archgriffin, to bind in their world and act as guardian against lesser creatures. "You're mad," Aiden says. "That's fucking brilliant." - "It's a good idea," Eskel and Coën agree. Lambert keeps exchanging grim glances with Geralt because they both know what this means. They will have to use Jaskier to lure the beast. Which is why they both protest the idea heavily and Geralt gets into a fight with Vesemir. Jaskier is not there for it, but Aiden and Lambert tell him later, once he's back from theatre rehearsal. He watches them fight over it too and then it's only him and Lambert. Jaskier steals one of Zoltan's bottles of spirits and they get stupidly drunk, wandering around campus all night until Eskel collects them and tucks them into bed at Kaer Morhen. "I will not stand to lose you," Lambert slurs, arm dragged over Jaskier's chest. "You're like, almost my best friend. Plus, Wolf would be devastated." - "Aiden seems to think it'll be fine," Jaskier says, snuggling up to Lambert. - "Yeah, fuck him." They fall asleep like that and the first thing Geralt does when he finds them is kick Lambert all the way down the stairs.

-In the end, Geralt and Lambert are outvoted, not that they can stop Vesemir. Geralt is more silent than usual throughout prep and Jaskier can't seem to cheer him up. He knows his life is likely on the line, but he wants to help so badly. These guys are his family after all. If he can make their lives a little easier by doing this... well, he wants to. He needs to. Being in Kaer Morhen is the first time he seems to have a purpose other than writing angsty teenage songs. Eskel keeps checking up on him. Vesemir writes preliminary excuses for all Jaskier's exams which leave him with only A's, something Priscilla does not appreciate in the slightest. Lambert and Aiden fight and fight and won't stop fighting over this whole affair until Jaskier sits them down and makes them talk. Geralt... remains quiet. Jaskier can tell he doesn't sleep. Can tell he rarely eats. He decides now is as good a time as ever.

-It's the night before and the others have all returned to their dorms, but Jaskier stayed in Kaer Morhen under the pretext of Zoltan having his girlfriend over, and Geralt rarely ever goes home. He has a flat off campus, but Jaskier suspects it's drab and lonely. He gets it. Kaer Morhen has soft fluffly beds and fire places and wards and books. Currently, it has the two of them, bundled up in one of the upstairs rooms. They share an armchair before a low fire, not an unusual sight for them, not anymore. And still, Geralt pretends they're just friends. It's ridiculous. "You know I'll be fine, right?" Jaskier says. He has his head tucked under Geralt's chin and has been humming show tunes under his breath for the last half hour, something that usually puts Geralt right to sleep. Not so now. "I can't know that," Geralt replies. He lifts Jaskier's hand which he's been holding and traces the veins on the back of it with his thumb. "You've no idea how dangerous the ritual is. Even more so with you being an amplifier." - "So protect me." - "I will. I promise, I will." - "Geralt, when are you going to finally give in?" Jaskier sighs and pulls back a little. Geralt stares at him, a little cross-eyed and Jaskier gives a shaky laugh. "I'm going to kiss you now. Pull back if you don't want to, but allow it and I'll never let you go." Geralt allows it, kisses back. It's the first night they indulge in a love that has been growing for almost a year and it's gloriously sweet, blazing, beautiful. It leaves Jaskier with faith that, even if things go sideways, Geralt will get them both out of it alive.

-The ritual goes well thanks to the Witchers' meticulous preparations, the dozen or so warding spells they put on Jaskier and Geralt's reflexes that save him from a swipe of the Griffin's claw. They bind the creature to one of the basement holding cells and celebrate with excessive amoutns of vodka and cake. "All is well that ends well, huh?" Jaskier asks from where he sits on Geralt's lap. Strong arms hold him and his chest is full of nightingales that flutter and sing. He watches Eskel drunkenly dance-offing with Coen in a corner, watches Lambert and Aiden make out in another. Vesemir took off, but Ciri is there, lounging next to them on the couch, nose buried in her phone. "I will never put you through such danger again," Geralt grunts, his nose buried in Jaskier's hair. "Of course, love." Jaskier relaxes into the embrace. All is well, though it is not nearly the end of this story.

-TLDR: Kaer Morhen is an occultist fraternity that keeps supernatural beings away from campus. Jaskier, unable to participate in the actual rituals due to a genetic predisposition, becomes their chronicler. Geralt worries a lot. Jaskier tries for the longest time to get him to go on a coffee date or something. Lambert and Aiden are a disaster couple. Eskel keeps them all together, literally and figuratively. Ciri is the one who got all the brain cells.

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

Welcome to TRICK OR TREAT, a prompt event that I'm going to be (attempting) to do from 30th Oct - 1st Nov (UK time) to celebrate Tumblr's favourite holiday: Halloween 🎃

Come to my inbox and send me TRICK or TREAT and a prompt from the list under the cut (or more than one, if you want), and I'll write a Geraskier ficlet for you.

(You can also request Paff from ONITK, in which case I owe you my life, soul, first born child etc etc. But if it's Paff & Trick I will be making >:C face at you, how dare you.)

If you choose TREAT, you'll get something nice. Fluff, domesticity, smut and general softness. Something that'll give you the warm and fuzzies.

If you choose TRICK, you'll get something a lot less nice. Whump, hurt/no comfort, MCD. I will be including warning tags, but you never know what you're going to get, so beware: if you choose this, it might end poorly for you (and your favourite characters).

I'm going to do thirteen prompts in total and I'll be picking them at random. Unlucky for some...

RULES: Please send me either TRICK or TREAT, along with a prompt from the list, and if you're comfortable with smut/E rating. If you choose TRICK, you can't opt-out of certain themes. It is Halloween, after all.

PROMPT LIST:

Vampires

Werewolves

Ghosts

Fangs

Claws

Autumn leaves

Zombies

Blood

Bonfires & fireworks

Haunted house

Demons, devils & possession

Skeletons, skulls & bones

Carving pumpkins

Witches, mages & magic users

Necromancy

Fireplaces

Halloween costumes

Loss of a sense (pls specify which)

Animalistic instincts

Cryptids & monsters (again please specify which!)

Wounds & injuries

The dark

Things are not what they seem

Lost in the woods

An abandoned building (feel free to specify which sort of building)

Pirates

Fungus & mushrooms

Merfolk

Rot

Thorns & vines

Rats

Potions

Curses & spells

The tundra

Aliens & space

Sweet treats, cakes & candy

Horror movies

Poisons

Memory loss

Last man standing

[dykejaskier]

2021: a summary

was tagged by @userwitcher to share my favorite and most popular edit per month. tysm, i love being a little self-absorbed about my edits now and again dskjdsnks

january:

most popular: jaskier + grace kelly

favorite: actually probably that jaskier one but as a second, hannah grose + the circle game

february:

most popular: buffy + heroes

favorite: geraskier + happy ending (this was truly a mika month huh)

march:

most popular: angel, “city of”

favorite: girl, interrupted for gtkm

april:

most popular: the haunting of hill house for gtkm

favorite: murder on the orient express

may:

most popular: mika for gtkm

favorite: femslash appreciation: harlivy

june:

most popular: ed and lorraine in conjuring 3

favorite: pride + quotes / vanderohe and dieter + rainbow

july:

most popular: fear street #get in loser we’re killing the sheriff

favorite: dragon age inquisition / orville peck

august:

most popular: the conjuring + letterboxd

favorite: nicky/joe + dying day

september:

most popular: shoutout to hamish linklater covered in blood, gotta be one of my favourite genders

favorite: the matrix: resurrections trailer

october:

most popular: wwdits for halloween

favorite: the batman trailer

november:

most popular: nandor for gtkm

favorite: jaskier + marbles

december:

most popular: nadja for gtkm

favorite: lorraine warren for gtkm

tagging: i’ve no idea who’s done this or not already but uhh @concepts @chloedckers @jennifersbod @neve-campbells @userjaskier @ajmichalka @haydenpanettieres + anyone else who sees this and wants to!

[witcher-trash]

Horror themed geraskier fic recs

all that was good, all that was fair (all that was me is gone) Somewhere, deep in a forest, a man drags himself from his grave by sheer power of will. He lies gasping on the forest floor and does not know who or what he is. The world is wide and wonderful, though, and there is so much to see.-Or, Jaskier is so stubborn that he literally comes back from the dead.

An All-Consuming Creature Following the events on the mountain top, Jaskier and Geralt have parted ways. Months pass and winter comes, brining with it stillness and the ever-pressing silence to remind Geralt that someone is missing. But spring is late in coming. Worry and work pours in through every part of the country as the people consult every power available: witchers, sorceresses, kings, and countrymen, for nothing is growing in the fields. Nothing flowers. What can be the cause? And why in all this time has he heard not a single note from that familiar lute, whatever tavern or pub he's come upon? Rumors abound of the terrifying prospect that spring may not return and the bard's disappearance is lost in the shuffle. When the witcher lost his dandelion, had the world lost so much more?alt — Jaskier gets kidnapped by a strange entity that calls itself Love who attempts to woo him. Meanwhile, the world is dying and no one has answers. Therein lies a mystery and a connection.

A Twist in Time When Jaskier looks over the witcher has his eyes shut tight, his whole body seeming pained. Jaskier realises he wants to soothe him, and the strength of feeling surprises him. He’s been too long without company.“What happened?” the witcher says finally.Jaskier blinks. “That’s quite a big question. I’m afraid you’ll need to be more specific.”“With Nilfgaard,” the witcher clarifies, growling slightly. “It shouldn’t – it didn’t happen like this.”In 1240, Jaskier the bard leaves Posada earlier than planned because of a devil in the mountains.In 1263, three years after Nilfgaard conquers the north, Julian Pankratz, viscount of Lettenhove, hires a witcher and learns about the path his life should have taken.This is not an AU.

ghosting “Why are you doing this,” Geralt asks- he is tired. He has not had the time to mourn Jaskier with him right there at his side. “Jaskier. Why are you here?” “Where else would I go?” Jaskier says- bloody teeth. 

Hibernating with Ghosts Getting stuck in Kaedwen in winter had never been on Jaskier's plan. It's cold, they don't appreciate his music and nobody likes their national beverage anyway. The only redeeming thing Kaedwen has is Kaer Morhen, so Jaskier does what any reasonable bard would do in this situation: he decides to charm his way into Kaer Morhen to hibernate with Geralt and the other witchers. If nothing it will be an experience no human has ever had, fuel for songs and poems for years to come, while finally teaching him a thing or two about witchers he's just dying to know.Curiosity tended to kill the cat, but Jasker had always seen himself as more of a bird anyway.

Him In his time as a witcher, Geralt has killed just about everything that can be killed: monsters, beasts, constructs, men, even the undead can die again if you know the trick to it. Wraiths, he knows, are the lingering troubled spirits of people who died tragically, violently, unjustly and unavenged. Their unfair fate spawns in them a jealousy and hatred of everything living that quickly drives them mad and makes them dangerous and deadly, driven to torment those responsible for their plight. Usually he feels no more than a twinge of pity as he sends them off again with silver and fire, but then again usually they aren’t haunting him. Usually they aren’t Jaskier.Geralt learns that Jaskier never made it off the mountain after the dragon hunt and, if that’s what it takes to appease the monster that now wears his face, neither will Geralt.

I'd Be the Choiceless Hope “Such a nice, beautiful sound,” the fae crooned. “If only he were this way always.”Julian’s mother stood up. She claimed she was prepared to stop the fae, to protect her baby, but in Julian’s darkest moments he doubted this part of the story. His mother loved him, of that he had no doubt, but she had been young and weary, and even years later, she couldn’t quite get the twinge of exhaustion out of her eyes when she recalled Julian’s infancy. Even if she had been keen on protecting him, the fae was too close, too fast, too set on his plan.“A gift, for the new mother,” the fae continued. He leaned a hand in to stroke Julian’s cheek. “I give you the gift of obedience.”As a baby, Jaskier was visited by a fae, who gifted Jaskier's mother with Jaskier's obedience. As Jaskier grew older, the "gift" became more of a curse.

Silver and Copper Geralt is just supposed to pass through the quiet Lettenhove area. He's not anticipating being begged by its people to help save their viscount from a curse that keeps him from daylight. Lord Jaskier, they call him, and he's likely dying.As Geralt struggles to untangle the ugly web of history that has lead to the increasingly complicated curse, he finds himself spending more and more time with the strange young viscount and wondering just what he might have been before the curse, and who he might be after. But things are not always as they seem, and as the curse tightens its grip on Jaskier, Geralt is forced to face the fear of failing yet another person whose choices were stolen from them.Or-Jaskier is kept from becoming a bard. Geralt finds him anyway.

Singing Silver Jaskier had not noticed that he was falling apart until he found himself looking into Geralt’s golden eyes and realized that he had no defense.“I don’t play for the dead,” he said. Geralt’s gaze held him fast. His heart sped and he wondered if the Witcher could hear it. He wondered if Geralt knew the exhilaration and terror that burned the dread away like flame to oil. “Not anymore.”

The House of Gwyn Carraigh (geralt x eskel x jaskier) A curious boast of luck sees Eskel into the nowhere town of White Stone, the promise of Geralt and Jaskier's company quickly souring with what he finds: Jaskier, alone and half-mad in a nightmarish torment, and Geralt gone missing on a contract. Trying to keep a cool head, Eskel's window to save both Jaskier and Geralt quickly closes.A tale in two acts.

The skin that crawls from you The contract seemed like any at the beginning. But it turned out to be much more.Jaskier would never describe himself as a coward. However, he couldn't help but feel afraid when he found the monster before Geralt, if one could even call it a monster.

Where the Hearts Are Rotted Out Taking the route through Crookback Bog has its risks. So does Jaskier's making fun of the shrine to the Ladies of the Wood. Illness, curses, wraiths, and ancient hags lurk in the fog.Or it could be a regular human cold.