#kaer morhen wolf pack

[eskel-loves-lilbleater]

I know, I know! Last one for now, I promise. Just couldn't sleep & stupid ideas were eating my brain.

Remember this is as per the AI, but I thought this was cool and some awesome inspiration.

[nex-has-gender-envy]

Geralt of Rivia

wolfcut is named after Geralt, I stand by that

This design is very personal to fanfic series With a Conquering Air by @inexplicifics .

[I can't get it out of my head]

[shy-urban-hobbit]

Aiden bit his lip, trying not to laugh at the sight that greeted him. After conquering the Killer earlier that afternoon, followed by hasty introductions and a quick tour of Kaer Morhen (the parts he'd been permitted to see, anyway), he wasn't ashamed to admit that the first thing his eyes had fallen on when Lambert had ushered him into his room and removed the dust sheets was the bed. A bed which was almost impossible to see underneath the huge pile of furs.

"Uhm, Lambert?" He asked as he slowly removed his pack and weapons, placing them by the door, "As comfortable as that looks, won't the others be pissed at you claiming all of those?"

Lambert looked over from his current task of throwing the ball of dust sheets into a corner of the room, following Aiden's gaze, "Huh? Oh no, they're all mine. One who brings the meat in gets first dibs on any other parts." He ducked his head in that way Aiden knew meant he was about to start feeling embarrassed about something, rubbing the back of his neck. "Guess I've done a lot of hunting these past few years. Least you'll be warm though."

Aiden thought back to something Lambert's giant of a brother had said back in the main hall whilst giving him a critically amused stare.

"So you're the reason Lamb Chop's kept us so well fed these past few winters."

Aiden hadn't replied, thinking maybe it was some sort of injoke amongst the Wolves he wasn't privy too (although he *definitely* made a mental note of the Lamb Chop nickname). Now though the implications were a little hard to ignore.

"So. What your brother said downstairs...Lambert, you didn't hunt all of these just for me did you?"

"Not just you, no. Meat always gets used." Lambert answered, scuffing his foot and not meeting Aiden's eye as the scent of his embarrassment started to swell, "I know you don't like the cold and I -" He made a frustrated noise and rolled his eyes like it was physically hurting him to get the words out. "I wanted to make sure you were comfortable when I stopped being too chicken shit to bring you up here." He finished, sounding almost petulant at the admission, flicking his eyes up to gauge the others reaction, "It was stupid of me to think you'd need that many though. I'll take some of them off."

Aiden felt a smile split his face at his Wolf's thoughtfulness. Before Lambert could get the wrong idea, he strode over and pulled him into his arms before drawing him into a kiss, knowing Lambert preferred actions over words.

Aiden's smile was still firmly in place when he pulled away, "The only thing I want you taking off isn't on the bed." He said, giving a playful tug on the others armour for emphasis before turning and jumping into the middle of the bed, laughing as he sank into and was surrounded by softness.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Come share in your spoils."

[kittenofdoomage]

In case you missed it...

I'm currently posting a fic a day over on Ao3 for my Tropetober A-Z event on Patreon last year. It's a different character every day from different fandoms, mostly smutty (you know me). All red underlined links lead to AO3, please read the warnings on individual stories 😘

The fics:

A: Alpha/Beta/Omega - Winter Nights

(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) You’re an Omega who lives at Kaer Morhen, unmated but belonging, almost like a pack Omega to the Alpha Witchers; Geralt, Coen, Lambert and Vesemir, though the elder Witcher is long past any need for you. Geralt is close to rut when he returns, and seeks you out.

B: Bodyswap - Worth The Wait

(John Winchester x fem!reader) Some supernatural beings don’t want to hurt anyone, they just want to prove a point.

C: Character Death - The One Good Thing

(Negan x fem!reader) You waited so long to have him back, and he’s waited so long to get back to you, now you can be happy again… right?

D: Dark fic - On Our Terms

(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) A sorcerer out for revenge leaves you in a dangerous position, and you’re not sure you’re going to make it out of this one.

E: Enemies To Lovers - Trapped

(Bucky Barnes x fem!reader) An incident on a mission leaves you and Bucky trapped in a vault. Being sealed in a relatively small space is a problem on its own, but you’re faced with another dilemma; you absolutely hate Bucky Barnes.

F: Fake Dating - Keeping Up Appearances

(John Winchester x fem!reader) You haven’t heard from John in three months, after he abandoned you, but now he needs your help on a case. Are you willing to ignore your feelings to help him?

G: Glad To Be Alive - All Is Not Lost

(Negan x fem!reader) A sequel to "The One Good Thing" which was letter C of Tropetober.

H: High School Sweethearts - Bittersweet

(Steve Rogers x fem!reader) In any time or place, she'd love him.

I: I Don't Want To Ruin Our Friendship - Mistakes

(Bucky Barnes x fem!reader) She took a chance and it broke her heart - can Bucky fix the mistake he made?

J: Just Friends - Nightcap

(John Winchester x fem!reader) She’s sick of correcting everyone, and alcohol loosens the tongue.

K: Kiss Of Life - Near Miss

(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) Geralt saves your life, then reminds you to never nearly die again.

L: Love Potion - A Wee Favor

(Dean Winchester x fem!reader x Sam Winchester) Dreams can come true.

M: Mates - Crossed Paths

(Alpha!Geralt Of Rivia x Omega!fem!reader) Destiny put them in each other's way for a reason.

N: New Old Flame - Always Yes

(John Winchester x fem!reader) They came so close to something special, only to have it torn away; is there any hope left for them now?

O: One True Love - Backseat Lover

(Dean Winchester x fem!reader) He's been keeping a secret from her, and when they're stranded alone for hours, he finally has to come clean.

P: Please Don't Leave Me - Vigil

(Bucky Barnes x fem!reader) He's halfway through a mission when something he can't fight happens.

Q: Queen Size Bed - Never Have I Ever

(John Winchester x fem!reader x Dean Winchester) Drinking can lead to all sorts of decisions, luckily, these are good ones.

R: Roommates - Sleepless

(Bucky Barnes x fem!reader) Turns out, the solution to the problem was there all along.

S: Soulmates - Runaway

(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) You run away from the life your parents want for you, and finally find your soulmate in the most unlikely of places.

T: Time Travel - Time Breaks All Things

(John Winchester x fem!reader) - A misstep on a case puts them somewhere they didn't expect to be, and they're not sure if there's a way home again.

U: Unresolved Sexual Tension - Seize The Sam

(Sam Winchester x fem!reader) Dean "Matchmaker" Winchester strikes again.

V: Virgin - Life Lessons

(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) The night that Geralt learned his most valuable life lessons…

W: Werewolf - The Wolf Moon

(Henry Cavill x fem!reader) A night of camping leads her right into the arms of fate.

X: Xenafication - Rough

(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) Something changes you, and Geralt isn't sure it's a good thing.

Y: You Can't Fight Fate - Ships In The Night

(Dean Winchester x fem!reader) She keeps running to avoid heartbreak but she's breaking all the same.

Z: Zombies - Full

(Negan Smith x fem!reader) She knows she shouldn't, but the problem is, she wants to, real bad.

If you do check any of the fics out, please let me know what you think 😊

[inexplicifics]

💛 (reunion kiss / relief) + Gweld/Serrit?

This is AWAU 'verse, well before Geralt calls the Schools together, and Serrit has not transitioned yet or even realized she wants to, so uses he/him pronouns.

Serrit has gotten used to seeing the Wolf every few months. It’s not regular as dwarf-made clockwork or anything, but somehow they run into each other at least twice or three times a year while out on the Path. It certainly has nothing to do with Serrit asking around about a redheaded Wolf Witcher with a startlingly cheerful demeanor, and Serrit has no idea if the Wolf does the same sort of thing. Probably he does. He certainly never seems terribly surprised when Serrit turns up.

But it’s been six months, and Serrit hasn’t seen hide nor red hair of his…occasional bedmate and hunting partner.

He goes south to Gorthur Gvaed for the winter feeling slightly unsettled. Not that he’d ever admit to that, nor to the reason. The Wolf is a good fuck and a good fighter, and that’s all there is to it.

He does ask around in the spring, though. Even drifts up into the lower reaches of Kaedwen - Wolf territory, where Vipers are not usually welcome - to see what there is to see. It’s just because the contracts are decent in that area, that’s all.

The contracts are decent, and Serrit makes decent money and even finds a merchant selling elf-made pigments that she hasn’t seen before, which means his sketchbook is even more colorful than usual when he makes it back to Gorthur Gvaed in the autumn. But there’s no word of a redheaded Wolf, either living or dead.

Serrit doesn’t actually care, of course. But he’s a little more irritable than usual that winter, and he wears himself out sparring against Ivar at least once a week, which is a lot more often than most people prefer going up against the Viper of Morgraig himself.

He doesn’t bother going up to Kaedwen in the spring. Cintra has plenty of monsters.

It also, he discovers somewhere in the middle of Litha, includes a certain redheaded Wolf he’d assumed was dead.

Gweld shows up in the middle of a really rather annoying bullvore fight - the damn thing is smarter than it ought to be, and keeps dodging - and demonstrates his usual trick of being exactly in the right place at the right time, so when the bullvore dodges Serrit’s attack it manages to walk right into Gweld’s, and once it’s wounded it’s not hard to finish off. Serrit even gets the killing blow.

And then he whirls and grabs Gweld by the collar of his armor and slams the Wolf against a tree. “What the hell,” he grits out, not entirely sure why he’s so angry but absolutely willing to gut the Wolf if he gives the wrong answer, whatever that might be.

Gweld blinks down at him for a moment, and then, bafflingly, smiles. “Ran afoul of a pack of bruxae on my way back to Kaer Morhen,” he says calmly, as if there’s not an angry Viper up in his face. “I won, obviously, but I also broke most of my ribs and all the bones in my right leg and foot.”

Serrit suppresses a wince. That’s a bad injury. Even for a Witcher, that’s almost always going to be fatal.

“One of my brothers found me and dragged me home, and I spent the whole winter recovering; wasn’t quite back to full strength in the spring, so Rennes assigned me as a trainer for a year.” Gweld smiles more broadly. “It was fun, but it’s good to be back on the Path. And good to see you again. I -”

Serrit kisses him to make him stop talking. He has a faint, worrisome feeling that if he actually hears whatever Gweld was about to say, it will change - something. Something Serrit isn’t ready to change, just yet.

Gweld makes a small startled noise and then huffs a soft laugh and takes Serrit’s face in his absurdly gentle hands and deepens the kiss, and when they part, he’s still smiling, but he doesn’t say anything at all.

(Or here on AO3!)

[starfirewildheart]

Chapter 5

The Wolf and the Flame

Summary: Geralt had just found Ciri and was headed to Kaer Morhen when something drew him into the woods. He found a woman near death and things changed for them all. (I suck at summaries just read please!) Yennefer is bad in the start of this but she and Geralt work on their friendship. Eskel is a dick at first but there is a reason and it works out. Will have a happy ending. Ciri is younger here than in the netflix show. She is about 12.

Warnings: abuse history, injuries, hurt comfort, no one under 18 to be safe, will add when I need to 

Words: 3,266

Yennefer cursed under her breath as she heard Geralt returning faster than she’d expected. He’d gone into the woods while Ciri and Jaskier were packing their things on the horses. She had to do this now if it was going to happen and she knew it. She’d helped Naurel to her feet with the guise of leading her to the horses just before she threw down the vial that caused the portal to flicker open.

“YENNEFER!” Geralt yelled when he saw the air ripple and wave to life. He ran toward it diving just in time to grab Naurel and pull her back causing all of them to topple to the ground. He rolled to his feet as did Yennefer and she tried to bolt toward the portal. It faded just before she reached it.

“Fuck,” she tried to figure out what to do. Had he seen her open the portal? If he hadn’t seen her do it then maybe she could claim surprise. If he had seen her could she make it to Ciri in time to take her instead since Geralt had his hands on Naurel? She only had one more potion to open a portal and she had to make it count. Movement caught her attention and Geralt’s as they both turned to see six Kikimora running toward them from where the portal had been.

“Fuck,” Geralt grabbed an elixir from the holster on his thigh and drank it as he pulled his sword from his back. He stopped one of them from slicing into Naurel by cutting its front legs off then stabbing it through the head. “Stand with Ciri and Jaskier,” he ordered. She ran to them and they all huddled together near the horses.

His sword arced through the air sending black blood flying as he fought against the monsters. They were fast and vicious as they encircled him instinctively knowing if they took out the biggest threat together the humans would be no match for them.

“Geralt!” Ciri gasped as one Kikimora stabbed into his thigh as another sliced across his side while he cut the head off of another with his sword. She hid her face in Naurel’s shoulder.

Naurel saw them spitting venom at the witcher and could see the smoke rising from his skin as it was melting away. Her hand was searching Geralt’s saddlebags while keeping her eyes on the battle trying to find anything that would help. By the time her hand closed around the handle of a dagger Geralt had killed four of the six creatures but he was fading from blood loss and the acid-like venom they had spit on him. “Jaskier, take Ciri,” she said, shoving the girl to the bard. Naurel stepped carefully toward Geralt and the two remaining Kikkimora’s just as the witcher hit his knees. “Hey!” she yelled to get their attention as she sliced across her arm.

“No!” Geralt’s voice was different, more dangerous and demanding with the elixir. “What the fuck are you doing?”

She held up her hand letting the blood flow freely knowing it would drive them crazy. Everything after that happened so quickly it was a blur. Geralt was on his feet right behind them swinging his sword and cutting them to pieces. He cut one’s head from its body and with a huge leap through the air he stabbed the other one from the top of the head through, driving his sword in the ground with a squish.

Geralt saw another portal open to his right and four people running toward them. On instinct, he raised his blade to the first one but stopped short of killing him. “You look like day-old shit,” he rasped before dropping his weapon to the ground and leaning heavily on Naurel while grasping the bleeding gash on her arm.

Eskel was shocked when he saw Geralt was the one at the site of the attack, Their amulets had all alerted them to the presence of monsters nearby, and with Triss at the keep, she offered to portal them so they didn’t have to ride in the snow. He hadn’t expected to see his brother at the other end.

“What the fuck happened here?” Lambert asked as he saw the four humans and the six dead Kikkimoras.

“A portal opened and released the kikimora,” Geralt explained. “Nothing else came through though,” his confusion was clear. “Did you see anything?” he looked at Naurel.

She wasn’t sure what happened. It looked to her that Yennefer used a potion to open a portal but why would she do that? She was a witch, she didn’t need a potion for that. “I..I don’t know. I just saw Yennefer drop a potion and then everything went wavy.

All eyes turned to Yennefer who thought up a lie quickly. “I had made a potion for Naurel and was about to give it to her when the portal opened. I didn’t see anything come through besides the creatures. I’m sorry I wasn’t of more help but I was trying to get her to safety.” Geralt could hear her heart racing but he didn’t question her. She breathed a sigh of relief.

It was decided that Geralt, Naurel, Ciri, Yennefer, and Jaskier would accompany Triss and Eskel to Kaer Morhen through a portal while Lambert and Cohen brought the horses up the path. It ensured that the keeps location remained a secret and also that Geralt and his friend could be treated quicker.

When they stepped out of the portal he put his arms around Ciri and Naurel ushering them into the great hall with Yen and Jaskier following with Eskel. “Look who we found,” Eskel shouted at the other witchers.

“We thought you were dead,” one of them yelled.

“Not yet,” he grinned as they all moved to embrace their brother. Naurel and Ciri smiled as they watched them interact.

“Wolf?”

Geralt turned toward the newest voice. “Vesimer,” he hugged the old witcher then introduced his companions.

“Damn three women and a bard,” one of his brothers smirked. “You must be in hell.” Naurel grinned and shook her head at their banter before allowing Triss to guide her to a seat at one of the tables.

Once greetings were shared and everyone started drinking and telling stories Geralt sent Ciri and Jaskier off in search of rooms and Triss, Vesimer, Geralt, and Naurel all moved to the laboratory. Naurel insisted that Geralt be looked over too after all of the venom and he smiled. “I’m a witcher. I will heal on my own.”

She wasn’t happy about it but she relented and let Triss expose her wounds. Vesimer stepped forward but stopped, “May I?” she nodded her consent, grateful he’d asked before touching her. After much looking and touching, even drawing blood for testing she was on edge but covered in salves and most of her wounds were healed by Triss. She wasn’t hurting nearly as much now.

Knowing that she’d agreed to come here to help Geralt figure out why he was so drawn to her she knew she had to come clean now. She looked at him, “You’re sure they can be trusted?” After all the things that had happened she was terrified of their reaction and them turing her over to the enemy again.

“Yes,” he assured her as he slipped his arm around her for support.

Vesimer looked at them both in question but gave her the time she needed to find her words. “I.. I’m not sure where to start to be honest. I was a slave in Centra all my life, sold when I was three, and just traded around to a few families. There was nothing about my life that seemed important at all. It was really boring, to be honest, until the day I was sent to the market to buy a sweet cake for the master's child’s birthday. You see his mother didn’t like to cook and she feared that he was already too reliant on me so if I made him a birthday cake that it would make him look to me more than her,” she knew she was babbling but couldn’t stop herself.

“I went to the market after lunch and bought a sweet cake and a wooden soldier that my master wanted to give him as a present. As I was walking from one merchant to another there was a group of guardsmen wandering around and one of them made a crude comment to me. I ignored him and finished the shopping but they were waiting for me as I left.” A shiver wracked her body at the memory and Geralt rubbed her back soothingly. “They cornered me and kept trying to touch me making lewd comments about things they wanted to do to me or me to do to them. I tried to walk past again and one of them grabbed my breast. I..I slapped him,” her voice wavered and tears spilled down her face. She looked at Geralt with wide, pleading eyes as she tried to explain her actions like she was going to be punished for them again. “It was stupid I know but I didn’t even realize I was doing it until I felt my hand connect with his cheek.”

His heart broke at the fear that was coming off of her. Geralt hugged her close to him rockinging her gently to try and sooth her. When she was finally able to speak through the sobs she started again. “They knocked me down in the mud and started hitting and kicking me as they ripped at my dress. That’s when I heard someone yell he’d been robbed and he came running over to the guard. They spoke in whispers and suddenly they were going through my basket. I just sat there with my knees pulled to my chest trying to cover myself where they’d ripped my dress while they dumped everything on the ground.” She looked up at Geralt with tear-filled eyes, “I watched him drop the bracelet onto the pile of things. He took it from his pocket and just dropped it. The guard saw him do it but he arrested me anyway.”

He wanted to go kill the guardsmen but he was pretty sure they were likely already dead. “Is that where you were tortured?”

“N..no. The man who accused me of stealing, the one who put the bracelet in my things, He requested I be turned over to him as punishment. Queen Calanthe agreed to his request and I was taken to his carriage and bound to it.”

“Do you know his name?” Vesimer asked.

“No. No one ever said his name in my presents. I don’t know how long he held me captive and tortured me. He would starve me until I was too weak to fight back then he would do all sorts of medical experiments,” she shivered at the memory. “When he got tired of cutting things and breaking my bones he moved to magic.” She looked at Triss, “It was nothing like you do. It felt,” she paused and searched for the proper words. “It felt wrong, like it was fueled by hate but I had never even seen the man. What did I do to make him hate me?” she questioned.

“Some people are just evil, girl,” Vesimer told her. “We witchers were made to fight monsters and protect humans but when they created us they didn’t consider that some humans were monsters.”

“It blurred the lines of what we do that’s for sure,” Geralt agreed.

She rested her head on his shoulder. All the emotions were draining her energy. “He cast all sorts of spells, forced potions into me, performed rituals, injections” she shook her head. “I don’t know what he did to me but I felt as if all the warmth from my body was turned to ice. I’ve never been warm since. I’m always weak and tired and it takes all my energy to just walk sometimes.”

Triss put some water in a cup and handed it to Naurel. She accepted it gratefully but her hands were shaking so bad that Geralt had to help her steady it to take a drink. Not realizing how thirsty she’d been till the cool liquid hit her tongue she drank it down quickly then blushed when she realized she’d gulped it down. “Were you always on the move like when Geralt found you,” Triss asked.

“No, I was kept in a dungeon most of the time. I don’t know why they moved me but one night, I guess it was night, I had no way of seeing the sky, they moved me and I was whisked away in some traveling camp. It was on the third day of being kept in the camp that the attack happened.”

“Do you know who attacked?” Vesimer asked.

Naurel hesitated unsure if she should tell them. She felt Geralt lift her chin and turn her head so that he was looking into her eyes. “Please, we need to know. You can trust us.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you. I just,” she sighed. “It’s so unbelievable.”

“More than mutant warriors who fight monsters?” he smiled at her trying to ease her tension.

“He was about to kill me. I guess with everything going on it was too much trouble to keep experimenting on me. Just as he held the blade high to stab me in the chest, howls ripped through their air and he froze. I heard the soldiers screaming and then yipping and barking. The mage fled the tent to see what was happening and I forced myself to roll off the table and crawled out of the tent. I don’t know if I was just trying to see what was happening or hoping he’d come to finish what he’d started but I did not expect what happened next.”

“A wolf pack, three grays, and one huge white wolf had killed all of them except the mage. I saw him open a portal and flee. I lay on the ground unable to run as the white wolf stalked toward me. He stood over me and I was positive he was going to kill me but instead, he laid down and wrapped himself around me. We stayed like that for three days. He kept me warm and tried to feed me by dropping random chunks of the guards on me and when I refused he started to get upset. On the third day, he stood over me and tried to pour a mouth full of blood into my mouth. I curled up so that he missed and he gave a growl that terrified me before he howled loudly. It wasn’t long after that, maybe ten minutes, before you arrived.” She took a shaky breath, it felt better to get it out. Not having to hide her crazy meant that they could lock her away and be done with it.

They were all three staring at her but it was Vesimer who spoke first. “Geralt’s guide is a white wolf.”

“Guide?” she asked.

“When you become a witcher you go through different trials,” Geralt explained. “Some witchers find spirit animals that help guide them on their tests. My animal was a white wolf.”

“It’s a rare thing for a witcher to have a spirit guide, it’s one of a few things that makes Geralt special among us. Geralt was destined for something more and we’ve always known that but we just don’t know what it is. It seems that you are destined to be a part of that too,” Vesimer told her.

“I noticed something when I met you but I didn’t think anything of it until now,” Triss said. “The way the two of you interact is different. He says something and you lower your head and bare your neck to him, other times you look like you want to argue but you can’t.”

Naurel’s face burned red as she tried to hide behind her hair. “He has this rumbling growl that makes me listen even when I don’t want to and this scent that will almost make me enthralled.” There, now her embarrassment was complete.

“I find myself drawn to her, even before I knew her,” Geralt continued. “I can’t stand for her to be out of my sight and I’m so protective of her that sometimes even friends touching her causes a reaction. She smells,” his eyes close, “like safety and home.” He looked at her, his pupils blown wide, “I fight the urge to mark her every second.”

Vesimer and Triss share a look before the sorceress goes to retrieve a book. “Geralt was injected with a mutagen that had wolf DNA in it. He picked up the aspects of the wolf,” Triss said as she handed them the book. “He is an alpha, the strongest in his pack and you my dear seem his mate.”

“What? No,” Naurel shook her head. “He already has a mate. He’s bound to Yennefer, not me. I came here so that one of you could free me from whatever magic binds us and he can be free of me.”

“I’m not bound to Yennefer,” Geralt growled.

“Did you not wish..” she argued but he cut her off.

“I made a fucking wish that our deaths be bound. She was trying to kill herself by becoming host to the Djinn. It's the only reason she agreed to help Jaskier to begin with. She thought he was the one with the wishes. When I came for him she was trying to capture the Djinn in her body, to become the vessel. A Djinn can not kill its master so I used the last wish to bind our deaths.”

“But you… after,” Naurel waved her hands as if to signify what she wasn’t saying.

“I couldn’t fucking sleep!” he roared like that explained everything. “I was tense and frustrated,” he growled.

“You slept with Yennefer too?” Triss asked, petulantly.

“You whore,” Naurel snapped. Triss gasped but then saw the woman was looking at Geralt and not her. “I guess you have a thing for witches!” She stood and started to walk out but he grabbed her arm and stopped her.

Geralt glared at Vesimer who was not even attempting to hide his laughter before turning back to Naurel. “That was years ago before I even knew who you were! You can’t judge me on my past.”

She really wanted to argue but realized he was right and it made her sort of angry because he was hers. Wait, where had that thought come from? “Fine but what are you going to do about Yennefer? She thinks you are mates.”

“I will talk with her,” he promises as he pulls her close and breathes in her scent.

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🌈Hey guyss! So I got bored and I ahd the realisation that I haven't written anything in a while. I also saw that my Geralt one shot was my most popular so far so I decided to write abother one for our lovely witcher. I have absolutley no plan for this at all so if this turns out a little blegh you know? Thats why. Anywho on with the story!

Home - Geralt x gn!Elf reader

It was early in the morning. No other sound to be heard but the crackling of the fire and the breeze swaying in the tall grass. You're standing in your kitchen, kneading dough for bread. You were entirely content listening to the wood crack in the fireplace.

Your mind was elsewhere when strong arms pulled you in. A smile crept onto your face as the heat of his body encased you. Geralt sighed softly into your neck, beginning to kiss the spots left as a reminder from the night before. "What are you doing my love?" You asked him. He laid his head on your shoulder and responded "Reveling in your beauty."

A chuckle escaped your lips as you went back to kneading the dough. "Is that so? I thought you were just trying to butter me up to get more bread." Geralt did his signature chuckle and tightened his arms around your waist. Once the dough was ready you were able to quickly slip out of Geralt's arms and bake the bread.

When you came back you found Geralt on the couch waiting for you. Just a few steps later and you were laying on his chest situating yourself. Once you had settled he started stroking the many intricate braids in your hair. You were happy he was back. It had been months since you last saw him. Geralt was out hunting monsters and gaining coin.

No matter how long he was away for he always made up for it. Whether it be cuddles, food, gifts, or a passionate night together, he never dissapointed. "I missed you." He said to you breaking the comfortable silence. You burrowed yourself deeper into his chest and breathed in his scent. "I'll take it you missed me too then." Geralt joked with a small smirk on his face. You hummed and nodded showcasing your approval of him being back home.

It was moments like these that you cherished the most. Moments like this with Geralt. No need for talking. Just silence. Just the two of you. It reminded you why you fell in love with him. Why you left the traditional elven ways to be with him. Of course you could fight almost as well as Geralt and could go on the hunts with him if you pleased. It's just that you didn't want to. Your favorite part of him was how domestic he could be. How gentle he was with you.

It gave you a warm feeling in your body. It wasn't an explosion of light as many explain it to be. It was just warmth, comfort. It felt like home. That was what you loved about your relationship so much. You could be anywhere. In Kaer Morhen or as far as Blaviken, you always felt at peace with him. Geralt brought you peace because he felt like home. It had not taken you long to realise that was just what he was for you.

Geralt could not help but feel the same. Utter adoration and love clouded his mind when he looked at you. It was not difficult for him to agree to come back. You were his safe place. His calm in the middle of chaos. Geralt felt a pull to go back to you, like a wolf to its den and pack. Neither of you could deny the warmth you felt with each other.

You both knew quickly that you wanted nothing more than that warmth on a cold night. It did not matter if there was food or a fire. You just wanted each other. You wanted the feeling of home and love and care.

And you found that in one another.

🌈Ok there you go I hope you enjoyed that! I had a good time writing it. Made me sad though because I'm very lonely. Anyway I love you all thank you so much for the likes, comments and requests! Yes I am still taking requests! Those things mean a lot to me so thank you! Have a good day or night get some food and water and finish your homework! Bye!

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[burntheedges]

hihihi!!! congratulations on 600!! so deserved 🥹

could I ask for a 📜 fic rec but I happened to see that you included the witcher on the list and PLEASE the way that I am down bad for geralt

have a lovely day!! xx

hi liv!! thank you!! 🧡

oh I am so happy to rec you some Witcher fics! I wasn't sure what you might like so I went for a range? most of the fics I've read are Geralt/Jaskier but I threw in some others. I love all of these.

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Do It Again by thisgirlsays22 rated E, Geralt/Jaskier, 6.7k words

By the twentieth time Geralt has gone through the loop, he decides to just throw himself off the cliff’s edge after Borch. He wakes up to his twenty-first attempt. “Fuck.”

makes the heart grow fonder by fallingintodivinity rated E, Geralt/Jaskier, 5.8k words

“Ah!” says the innkeeper, as the rowdy crowd finishes singing a song about Geralt’s heroics and segues seamlessly into a saccharine love ballad about the fairytale romance between the daughter of a baron and a lowly bard. “This song, it’s by the very same bard who sang those songs about you, Master Witcher! So in love, he is, with his beautiful lady.” “Oh, it’s so romantic,” sighs the barmaid dreamily. “That handsome bard, marrying a noble lady!” Geralt squints up at them doubtfully. “This…bard,” he says. “Dark hair, blue eyes, never shuts up?” “Aye,” the innkeeper says. “That’s the one.”

I haven't read this one but I have heard it's good:

Silver and Magic by Dragon_Dweller rated E, Geralt/reader, 98k

You're a Sorceress, Healer and occasional Monster Hunter, who meets the Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, when you're in the middle of fighting a Bruxa. Neither of you expected your paths to cross again...or where that path takes you both together!

and this one is more of an entire AU world the author has created -- the series has 47 works and they aren't all about Geralt and Jaskier. There's a Discord server for it. It basically asks, what if the witchers decided monsters could also come in the shape of men?

The Accidental Warlord and His Pack series by inexplicifics rated E overall, many pairings, 627k words

First work in the series: With a Conquering Air rated E, Geralt/Jaskier, 27.8k

From the kinkmeme: AU Warlord!Geralt receives Tribute!Jaskier as a sacrifice to appease him in every way possible. Jaskier has no choice on the matter and he’s fully aware of the awful rumours that have spread about Geralt and his ruthless conquests. (But we all know those aren’t legit.) A classic angst with a happy ending please! A dash of smut to heal those scars and a sprinkle of new found love! Jaskier arrives at Kaer Morhen knowing his family gave him up without a second thought, and absolutely sure that the dreaded Warlord of the North will value him even less than his own blood did. But the White Wolf and his pack are not what Jaskier expected...and if he's unreasonably lucky, Kaer Morhen might become far more of a home than Lettenhove ever was. ...He is, in fact, going to be unreasonably lucky, because the Warlord of the North is a far finer monarch - and a far better man - than Redania's king has ever dreamed of being.

And a few more of my favs:

The god of scraped knees. by spqr rated M, Geralt/Jaskier, 8.3k

Jaskier’s been pretending to be human for so long now that he hardly remembers what it feels like to be a sorcerer. He doesn’t want to remember what it feels like to be a sorcerer. But people still murmur his name with reverence in certain dim halls; Dandelion, Dandelion, destroyer of worlds.

can i offer you a little salt for that wound by ShanaStoryteller not rated, Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer, 14.5k

Two months after Geralt breaks up with him, Jaskier runs into Yennefer at Coachella. “Oh fuck no,” she says, which he thinks is pretty fucking unfair, all things considered.

you follow? series by shortcrust rated T, Geralt/Jaskier, overall 3.6k

epistolary fic in tweets/etc. - where Jaskier is a famous musician and Geralt is his husband that the entire internet is horny for (modern AU)

I hope you like some of these? tell me how it goes? 🧡

followers celebration

[lassieposting]

God though, reluctant single dad Vesemir. Vesemir who openly dislikes children, Vesemir who leaves a kid in the woods with the remains of his dead family even though he knows there's something else out there, Vesemir who refers to baby witchers as "abandoned little tragedies", Vesemir whose response to being told he's to teach them to fence is "Am I being punished?"

And suddenly he's the last wolf left. His whole pack is dead and he's got a litter of already-mutated pups to look after that won't get taken in anywhere else. He's completely responsible for the next generation, and children need so many things. He has to learn on the fly that it's not just feeding them and clothing them and teaching them to fight. It's getting up every night for Geralt's night terrors about the Trial and the Sacking, because he's five and he doesn't know how to self-soothe and nobody else is going to do it. It's watching Lambert hurt himself and the other boys in his rages, because he's so mad at the hand life dealt him and he doesn't know how to handle it, and having to figure out how to teach him to channel his anger some other way because that kind of blind fury will get him killed. It's answering a thousand and one "But why?" questions without putting a sword through Eskel because he wants to be good and that is a quality that needs nurturing even if it's annoying as fuck.

None of this is natural to him. He's not a kid person. He's grieving, too, for everyone he ever cared for and the trust he gave his father figure who betrayed him. He's sarcastic and impatient and he fucks up badly, so many times, with these lonely, traumatised little boys. He has to learn to apologise, and forgive, and love them even though he never wanted them to be his responsibility, even though they've basically taken his life from him - the adventuring, the monster-slaying, the coin and the women and the fame - because raising brats is a 24/7/365 job that keeps him tied to Kaer Morhen. He has to learn not to resent them for a life they didn't choose. He has to learn to make them feel like part of a family, because he can't afford to have them abandon Witchering at the first opportunity.

And somehow, it works. His pups grow up, and become Witchers themselves, and he sends them out into the world and breathes a sigh of relief every time one comes back safe. Grieves as best he can whenever one doesn't. Geralt makes him a grandfather, which is not something he ever thought he'd want even with a Witcher's long lifespan, but he loves the bones of that girl. He sees Geralt trying so hard to do better by Ciri than was ever done by him - he's not sure where the hell Geralt got that from, that soft streak that training never quite beat out of him - and the other boys rally round to help him raise his lion cub as a wolf so much faster than he thought they would, and he knows he did something right. And more than that, he's somehow managed to do away with some of the stigma the generations of Witchers before him passed down. Geralt isn't afraid to be gentle with Ciri. He's kind and understanding and supportive towards her, he has to be reminded not to prioritise her wellbeing over finding Leshen!Eskel, he's calm and patient and comforting when her trauma is playing up. It's such a far cry from the completely detached, "numbers game" attitude of the generations before Vesemir, and even from Vesemir's own attitude towards recruits as a young man. He's done exactly what his mentor asked him to do. He raised better, more scrupulous Witchers. He raised better men.

idk man I just have a lot of feelings about Vesemir after NOTW okay

[eskel-loves-lilbleater]

Ahhhhh! I did it! I finally finished a short thing I started ages ago. Here's hoping it's not too crap and that it maybe reignites my writing. I have ideas and I have missed it!

It could have been longer but I thought I would stop while I was ahead and actually post it. Would be awesome if I actually manage to write more for it and other things! 💜💜💜

[dragonsandwolvesohmy]

A Lord by the name Jaskier

A collection of stories where Jaskier is in a position of nobility/power. Reverse Warlord AUs, if you will.

hooked by peaktotheocean.

Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhove, hadn't been expecting to see invading Witchers on his riverbanks. Nor had he anticipated being named king to serve the White Wolf. Unfortunately, those were just the start of his problems.

Long Live the King by stockholm_syndrom.

Geralt placed the crown on his head before kneeling at his side, and the weight of it felt heavy on Jaskier’s brow. Jaskier’s path to becoming king, takes place five years after the fall of Cintra.

My Lord, have mercy on me. By SunnyInTheSun

"Where are we? I'm not sure I visited this country before." Geralt's eyes drift to the castle not very far from the forest they were hiding for a few hours. He feels his breath accelerate but he doesn't have another option: they have to hide there. Cirilla needs to rest and it's not safe to travel further if they will not rest enough. "This is Letthenove. I have a friend there, he will help us." If Jaskier is there and he's lucky enough to not be thrown out after what he did. *  Geralt is traveling with Cirilla, trying to not be captured by the Nilfgaardian soldiers. He can't stop, he can't take a break and he can't think of anything else but take Cirilla to Kaer Morhen and let her be safe... until they find themselves on Letthenove. Geralt knows Cirilla needs to take a break and rest so he goes even if he's not sure if Jaskier wants to meet him after what he did. But what he finds when he knocks on the door is not Jaskier: is Julian Alfred Pankratz, Lord and Viscont of Letthenove. His bard is not the same anymore

Without you, I'm Stronger, I'm no Longer filled with Wonder by Jassy

Another post-mountain fic (such fertile grounds they gave us!) Jaskier's father dies and, having just been summarily told to fuck off by Geralt, Jaskier sees no reason not to take up the title of Count de Lettenhove. It all just kinda gains its own momentum from there.

Discovering Viscount Jaskier and His Lands by merthurlocked.

It begins with the bard leaving all he once knew behind, It starts when he discovers a certain witcher, It nearly ends when the witcher demands he leaves, It finishes when the two idiots find one another again, and learn how to stay. (Or post mountain, Geralt and Ciri are on the run when they discover Viscount Julian de Lettenhove's lands and find them to be a place of safety that neither want to leave.)

King by MaroonDragon

(Inspired by The Accidental Warlord and his Pack by Inexplicifics and by the song King from Florence and the Machine) After what happens on the mountains, Jaskier just wants a moment to lick his wounds. He doesn't want to sing about the White Wolf and his heroics. So he goes to the only place he can go where he's not expected to perform: Lettenhove. Unfortunately, going home means facing his past and his lingering claim to a title he does not want. Frustrated with the state of the world, with his life and what people expect of him as an Omega, Jaskier has had enough. Hell hath no fury like an Omega scorned. If you want something done, you better do it yourself. Jaskier is done singing about other people's heroics and hoping that they'll make the world a better place. Let them sing songs about him for a change. He's not a father. He's not a husband. He's a king.

This is a Warlord Jaskier AU by @jaskiersvalley here on Tumblr I thought should be included here.

Refuge in Lettenhove by Descarada

Geralt and Ciri are on the run from Nilfgaard. After a narrow escape from certain death, they seek refuge in a Lettenhove court. Geralt is shocked to find that the viscount, (and secret leader in the resistance) is none other than the man he scorned on the mountain. But Jaskier is acting as though he’s never met him before in his life. Is this is the chance Geralt needs to set things right?

the viscount & the hound by Kales and sheepishwolfy (this is one of my personal favorites)

How many Julian Pankratz could there be in all the world, let alone in Redania, let alone in Lettenhove? Even if he kicked Geralt out on his ear—and that would be his right, after the mountain, after all this time—even if he refused the witcher, Jaskier would shelter Ciri. Geralt knew it in his heart and his soul and his very bones. Jaskier would keep her safe, and get her to the other wolves, or to Yennefer. With winter swift approaching, and a scared, starving child to care for, a half-dead Geralt of Rivia has no choice but to seek aid from the last person who wants to give it: Viscount Julian Alfred Pankratz.

Lettenhove times by Seiramallipop

Lettenhove, Jaskier's home, becomes a safe haven for all persecuted. This is a series of interconnecting small stories about different people ending up at Lettenhove and how they reacted to hospitality and niceness.

Of Witchers, Bards, and Broken Hearts by dhwty_writes

Six months have passed since Geralt and Ciri found each other. Since then, they have been on the run from... well, everyone, basically. Geralt is tired, Ciri is hungry, Roach is dead. And then they stumble across a very particular viscounty named Lettenhove. The problem? Geralt broke the Viscount’s heart on a mountain and Julian ‘Jaskier’ Alfred Pankratz, a bard, a friend, a lover, is slow to forgive.

Solace and Sanctuary by Igneum807 (Be warned this is part of a series, but this fic can be read as stand-alone.)

The people of Lettenhove listen to every song that Jaskier writes. He is their viscount, after all. The songs speak of witchers as heroes, as saviors, and the people believe them. When Eskel stumbles on the town in a desperate state, he discovers an unexpected safe haven in Jaskier's home and sets off a chain of events that quickly spirals into something powerful. Something the poets call destiny. The destiny of a manor and its people. Because after all these years, after all the hatred and the scorn, the witchers of Kaer Morhen have found a place to call home.

[setokaibapetty]

5 + 1 Fic Friday Roundup: Tripped into Power

Fics with characters who didn't exactly seek to rule, but instead were subject to an "accidental power acquisition".

The Accidental Warlord and His Pack (AO3) - "Jaskier arrives at Kaer Morhen knowing his family gave him up without a second thought, and absolutely sure that the dreaded Warlord of the North will value him even less than his own blood did. But the White Wolf and his pack are not what Jaskier expected...and if he's unreasonably lucky, Kaer Morhen might become far more of a home than Lettenhove ever was."

The Way of Conquest (AO3) - "All Din wanted to do was find the Child a sorcerer teacher, pick up a job or two, and follow his Creed. Three out of three is good, right? Right?"

Pirate King Laurence (AO3) - "It's bad luck to have a dragon aboard a ship, and this tiny black creature can't be natural at all. Slowed by a gale and bad-luck, the Reliant mutinies and puts Laurence and Temeraire alone on the Amitié. The journey back to England is difficult, and on the way Laurence accidentally finds himself leading a small fleet of fighting ships. As one does."

The War is Far From Over Now (AO3 / FF) - "Tony Stark was tired. But he had a planet to protect, even if everyone laughed at him whenever the prospect of alien invasions was brought up. He could count on one hand how many people he could trust, which was disheartening but then, what else was new? Or, Tony Stark, [Accidental] Overlord."

A Comcept of Loyalty (AO3) - "Shisui considered himself devoted, if not fully to his Clan’s agenda or the Sandaime’s manoeuvring then at least to upholding Konohakagure herself. ... He didn't abide by traitors and, above all, he valued loyalty." Set to private.

Bonus: Acronym (AO3) - "They made Tobirama the Senju Clan Head.

...omg they made Tobirama the Senju Clan Head."

[catscraftsandcommentary]

I need someone to give Ciri (or Jaskier, or BOTH) a Great Pyrenees puppy. Or two.

...one each, I think, or possibly TWO each.

First, because Pyr puppies are RIDICULOUSLY CUTE and MADE OF FLOOF and you know that Ciri and Jask would absolutely be unable to resist (and Geralt WOULD NOT be able to resist their sad, pleading, puppy -heh- eyes)

(This is a friend's pup, when he was 9 weeks. He was a CLOUD crossed with a TEDDY BEAR who only wanted to LICK YOUR FACE 100/10 would love forever)

(He is still a cloud crossed with a teddy bear who only wants to lick your face, but he is now *M*U*C*H* *L*A*R*G*E*R* A++ lap full body dog)

Tell me you don't want to see witchers playing with giant fluffy dogs and gleefully wrestling them and also giving Geralt SO MUCH SHIT about collecting his own pack of white wolves (Jaskier 100% makes a song about the White Wolf and his tiny white pups before they have even LEFT THE KENNELS, it is a wild hit at Kaer Morhen and gains new stanzas almost as quickly as Ciri's Goose Trick song. Soon Jaskier teaches them to howl in chorus. It's painfully cute.)

Do not ask where they get them, I'm gonna handwave and say it's the Accidental Warlord AU, someone sends the pups as tribute (or offers them while everyone is on the Progress) and Ciri takes one look and falls in love.

Also, with all that thick fur, they'd love playing in snow. They're supposed to be very sweet, affectionate, and gentle to their families and family's friends, but also fiercely protective and intelligent. (They were originally sheep dogs!)

In among the puppies' socialization and training (protect Ciri and Jask! Be nice to Witchers! Don't bite the horses or geese!), I bet one of the Cranes looks at the rapidly growing dogs and ponders "y'know, they could probably pull a sled if you put 'em in a harness."

And then everyone was VERY glad that Ciri is a budding sorceress and therefore able to portal out of/shield herself during imminent sled crashes.

Also, all the jokes ever about the dogs chasing various Cats around the keep, or sniffing them out and baying at them wanting affection, or chasing toys they've tossed.

The first time they shed, Ciri saves their fur and spins it into yarn. It becomes a favorite of hers.

[kingeomer]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 Jaskier missed his Wolf dearly, though.

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

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

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

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

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

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

 Geralt was almost home.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[inexplicifics]

Been re(rererere)reading your cat among wolves series, and it's got me half wondering what the hell the wolves might do it they happened upon a cat omega that *wasnt* someone Aiden ever mentioned. Cos they're not pack but like.... you know they've had a fuck of a go of it. Also it's hilarious how each of the wolves are taking turns bringing home a cat. Vesimir is next by my count. Maybe he'll have a chance meeting with guxart?

Patch the omega up if necessary, but not bring them home. Possibly offer them the use of a Wolf safehouse for the winter. Ask Aiden and Gaetan and Kiyan whether they should bring them home the next year, assuming they can find the omega again.

I still haven't nailed down how Guxart will be ending up in Kaer Morhen. Gotta do Cedric and Axel first!

[geraskierficrecs]

An Offer You Can’t Refuse Update

New chapter available here.

Teaser:

Geralt would be lying if he said he wasn’t anxious and eager to see Jaskier again.  Whatever had happened that night between dinner and the arachae attack had felt important.  Vital even.  His wolf hadn’t wanted to end the night so abruptly.  The man had agreed.

Now, he wasn’t sure what to expect from Jaskier or even himself the next time he saw him at Kaer Morhen.  Would he be allowed to approach?  To touch?  Or would Jaskier retreat against to teasing smirks and jagged defenses?

He’d been tempted to ask Lambert to give him an idea of Jaskier’s mood, but knew he’d never be able to live that down.  His brother would see through that in a heartbeat.  There was nothing for him to do, but go to the bar himself and test the waters.  

(And if he spent longer than usual choosing his clothes that night, that was no one’s business but himself).

As soon as he arrived, it wasn’t difficult to see the effect Voorhis’ death had on the wolves in the crowd.  Most of them lingered close to the other members of the pack, avoiding mingling with the other people in the room.  Even the humans were picking up on the strange atmosphere and clustered together in tight knit groups near the enforcers dressed like bouncers at the edges of the room.  The Kaer wolves were tense enough that he didn’t need to feel their emotions through the bonds to notice.  It made Geralt’s own wolf restless.

On stage, he heard the sounds of Jaskier warming up before beginning to check the tuning on his guitar.  As much as Geralt wanted to go over and speak to the other wolf, he knew that it was neither the time nor place for that.  So he ambled over to the bar and waited for Lambert to come over.

“Has there been any trouble?”

Lambert pursed his lips, setting a tray of clean glasses down behind the bar.  “Nothing I could do anything about—everyone is just fucking stressed.”

“I take it the news of Voorhis has spread?”

“Along with every sort of rumor you could imagine.”