#witcher flash fic

[pherryt]

Cliffs of Insanity

Witcher with Princess Bride elements. If you couldn't tell from the title. Written for the Witcher Flash Fic ( @thewitcherflashfic )

Rating: T Words: 6935 Ships: Aiden/Lambert, Gaeten/Letho Summary:

When Aiden gets a message from a brother that they're going after a Wolf, he panics.

Also, I can definitely blame @ialwayscomewhenyoucall for this one, though it didn't take QUITE the direction I originally planned when i talked out ideas.

[unbury-the-gays]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Prince Adrien/Kiyan (The Witcher) Characters: Kiyan (The Witcher), Prince Adrien (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Modren Au, Artist/Muse, Painting, Rare Pairings, Fade to Black, Lack of Communication, Miscommunication, mention of suicidal thoughts, Not Beta Read

Summary:

"Does my being late mean I won't be invited in?" the man finally asked, and Kiyan realized he had stared, keeping the client still on the doorstep.

"Please come in," he replied, still somewhat distracted, and opened the door wider so his visitor could finally enter. "To be honest, I thought you wouldn't show up."

"I would absolutely not miss such an opportunity." The man smiled brightly, but there was something predatory about the smile.

[blooms-in-april]

"Here."

Jaskier looks up from his lute to see Eskel holding the reins of a horse so beautiful it looks like a pearlescent moon.

"She's for you." Eskel says.

Jaskier moves as if in a dream, taking the reins of the albino mare. Eskel continues, the words flowing.

"She was a steal, blemished. Someone cut her deep in the head and sides. But I thought you'd find that romantic, you know. Make a wounded unicorn out of her marks. And you need a horse and you like pretty things. It made sense to me."

The chords of his throat knot, cut short. Jaskier draws his fingers through the white mare's mane, lute callouses catching on hair white as snow. He picks at a stuck burr and his heart clenches with the familiarity of the movement .

"Why couldn't it have been you?" He says.

Eskel stops abruptly. There is something wild and despairing in the bards voice, a reclamation of destiny.

"Why couldn't it have been you I met in Posada all those years ago?" Jaskier says. "Where were you twenty years ago? Where were you ten? Where were you when I was young and green and full of music?Of course I meet you now,"

He laughs, and there is no melody in it.

"Of course I meet you now, when I am full and sick of loving. You would have been- kind, when you finally sent me away. You would have killed it quickly, killed the dream quiet and fast, in my sleep, like a horse with a broken leg too weak to stand."

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I wrote flash fic, too! Chosen Treasure has just been taken off anon.

The seven-year Offering has come due, and the druids of Geralt's circle have chosen him. Geralt doesn't know what to expect of the Dragonlands, nor of his fate, but at least he's got good company while he waits to find out.

[somefanficrecomendations]

Podfic Recs!

One of my favorite things about fanfic is the existence of podfics. That said, I'm excited to share a few of my favorites with you! I tried to go for a wide range of fandoms so there should be something for everyone.

Works Alone read by kbirb pods (kbirb) Batman, (gen), 20 mins, Crack, Batfam When trying to pull the team together, Bruce’s ideas are dismissed, because he 'works alone'. He goes home to his kids to pout about it.

Straight On Till Morning read by reena_jenkins DC Legends of Tomorrow, (Sara Lance/Mick Rory/Leonard Snart), 2-2.5 hrs, AU-Canon Divergence Left alone in the Refuge, Mick and Sara decide they're going to be proactive about their fate. They end up becoming time pirates. Because of course they do.

The Haunting of Harrison Wells read by luvtheheaven (VioletEmerald) The Flash, (gen), 2-2.5 hrs, AU-No Powers, AU-Ghost Story Harrison Wells died in 1958. Almost sixty years later, Barry Allen meets a ghost in STAR Labs.

Not a Damsel in Distress read by nickelmountain Supernatural, (gen), 10-20 min, Pre-Canon, Case Fic Mary smiles and shrugs when her dad looks at her. Mermaids. She hates water-creatures. She hates killing things on family holidays. “Mary can come with me,” David says grandly. or, Mary and a cousin go hunting. The cousin is less than helpful.

With a Conquering Air read by AceOfTigers The Witcher, (Geralt/Jaskier), 3-3.5 hrs, Accidental Warlord AU, Slow Burn 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.

both have sharp teeth read by Shmaylor Daredevil, (gen), 1.5-2 hrs, Angst, Black Widow!Karen "And there are stories about wolves and girls. Girls in red. All alone in the woods. About to get eaten up. Wolves and girls." -Black Widow, Nathan Edmondson She is one of 28. The story of the girl who would be Karen Page, through Russian winters and New York streets.

If They Haven't Learned Your Name read by quietnight MCU, (Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes), 24 hrs, Buck Barnes World Revenge Tour, Humor Steve gets out of the hospital in two days, but just barely. “I’m fine,” he tells Sam, Nurse Eunjung and the phalanx of doctors assigned to make sure Captain America didn’t bleed out and die and get bad PR all over their nice clean hospital.“I have an advanced healing factor. It’s fine. See? I’m standing.” “That is not standing,” Sam tells him. “You’re bending the IV stand,” Nurse Eunjung adds pointedly. “Let go and sit down, they don’t grow on trees.” aka Steve and Bucky's Global Honeymoon Revenge World Tour.

[terresdebrume]

I haven't done one of these in a long time, I need motivation to write, and I'm off work for the coming week, so we're doing a five-days long

Flash fic week

What it is: A micro even where anyone can send me a writing prompt and I fill it within 100-500 words. No beta, no spellcheck, but a slim chance of me making things longer if I feel inspired.

What the results look like: I compile all my flash fics in this AO3 series, in case you want to see what that looks like.

The dates: April 15 to April 19 2024, Bangkok time. I'm being loosey goosey with the deadlines though so don't be afraid to send prompts early or late x)

The prompts: can be a pairing, a first sentence, or a general setting (ie. "Everlark Pacific Rim AU" or "BoB Coffeeshop AU"), or taken from my writing games tag.

If you don't specify characters or pairing, I'll just go with whatever I feel like writing x)

The fandoms: For a full list of fandoms I've written for, see my AO3 profile, feel free to pick any of them!

Fandoms I'm particularly into (writing wise) at the moment:

Band of Brothers

Saint Seiya

The Hunger Games

The Witcher

Good Omens

And that's about all you need to know for this round, please prompt away :D

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Fic: "An Empty Grave"

on AO3

Fandom: The Witcher (TV)

Rating: T

Category: M/M

Summary: Geralt barely survives against Vilgefortz. Jaskier looks after his recovery in Brokilon, washing Geralt's wounds and despairing.

[advena87]

Chapters: 5/5

Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Prince Adrien/Kiyan (The Witcher)

Characters: Kiyan (The Witcher), Prince Adrien (The Witcher)

Additional Tags: Modren Au, Artist/Muse, Painting, Rare Pairings, Fade to Black, Lack of Communication, Miscommunication, mention of suicidal thoughts, Not Beta Read

The doorbell rang to find Kiyan in the kitchen, half an hour after the reminder on his phone had alerted him that the meeting was about to start. Honestly, Kiyan thought his client wasn't going to show up, it wouldn't be the first time someone made an appointment and didn't turn up. It was extremely annoying, but there was little he could do about it. At the same time, since Kiyan had gotten used to the idea of a free evening, being half an hour late seemed even more annoying.

"You're late," he announced coldly as he opened the door for the man waiting on the threshold. Kiyan had no patience for people who wasted his time and made no attempt to hide his disapproval.

"Good evening," the man replied with a slight, almost apologetic smile at the corner of his mouth. It could be a sign of remorse, but Kiyan saw amusement in his guest's dark eyes. No, it wasn't remorse. A rather indulgent smirk from someone who thinks others should wait for him. "Sorry to be late, terrible traffic jams on the roads, I was caught in the rush hour".

Kiyan's eyebrow twitched dangerously at the man's casual explanation. He wanted to slam the door in his face, but he held back his violent impulses. Firstly, he was an adult and could control himself. Second, he was a professional and cared about his reputation. And thirdly, he needed the money and the guy looked rich.

He was a tall man, about half a head taller than Kiyan, and he had an impeccable figure that was accentuated by his very well-chosen clothes. He wore an expensive suit under his unbuttoned black coat, but no tie. The collar was casually open, and on his wrist was a gold watch, probably worth more than Kiyan's flat. Yes, the client was definitely solvent.

Regarding his appearance, Kiyan looked boldly into his guest's eyes and studied with satisfaction the symmetrical face, with pronounced cheekbones and a defined jaw, surrounded by a neatly trimmed black beard. The eyes were the perfect distance apart, large and dark, with long black lashes. The only imperfection in this handsome face seemed to be the nose, a little too long overall, with a slight bump, but somehow it suited him, giving the man's face more character and expression. The visitor's long black curly hair, neatly tied back at the nape of his neck, was also a lovely sight, and his smooth skin was a pleasant shade of golden brown. There was no doubt that the client was a very attractive man, so this job promised to be pleasant despite the delay.

"Does my being late mean that I won't be invited in?" the man finally asked, and Kiyan realized that he had been staring at the client, who was still standing at the door.

"Please come in," he replied, still somewhat distracted, and opened the door wider so that his visitor could finally enter. "To be honest, I didn't think you were going to show up."

"There is no way I would pass up such an opportunity." The man smiled brightly, but there was something predatory about it.

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[theblueraven]

“Geralt?” Jaskier’s voice was small

Geralt didn’t answer.

There was a knife buried in his abdomen. Just below where his ribs ended. Not low enough to have hit his kidneys and too far to the left to have done damage to his stomach. Bard had terrible aim, considering he was going for a killing blow.

Lambert’s cackling broke Geralt from his stupor.

“Of course the bard is able to hurt you!”

“I didn’t mean to!” Jaskier cried distraught.

The man seemed to be unable to decide whether to run to Geralt and fuss or away to hide.

“Jask, it’s fine”

“No it’s not!” Jaskier was still distraught, “I hurt you!”

“You sure did” Lambert said, still cackling.

Jaskier’s faced morphed from the distraught-shock to horror.

“I HURT you”

“Jask-“

Jaskier bolted into the keep, the smell of tears trailing behind him.

Turning to Lambert, Geralt glared.

“What? It’s funny”

Geralt throws his hands in the air and winces. Oh yeah the knife.

“Common pretty boy. Let’s get a couple potions in you and I’ll ask dad to talk to your bard.”

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Jaskier had weasled his way into some tight little corner that Vesemir didn’t even know existed.

“Jaskier? Son, can we talk?”

A sob was his response.

“You did nothing wrong”

“I hurt him! I could have killed him!”

“Son, you weren’t going to kill him. There are baby beasts with longer claws than the knife”

“It was in his stomach!”

“Not quite the stomach, a bit to far left for that”

“Oh good!” The bard said sarcastically, “ I missed his stomach! So I got the kidneys, or pancreas, or the endless amounts of intestines in a human! Soooo much better!”

The rant was ended with a dark chuckle.

“So are you here to throw me off the mountain?”

Vesemir blinked. What?

“No?”

“You don’t sound sure”

“Geralt loves you”

“No he doesn’t! I stabbed him! I could have killed him!”

Vesemir cursed his eldest for taking all the sense from his batch brother. Why couldn’t Geralt have told the bard about his feelings before. Or even about the whole ‘they care and get hurt’ thing?

“I guess he was right…” Jaskier whispered to himself. Seemingly have forgotten the witcher there.

“Right about what?” Vesemir asked. This could work. Hopefully.

“Love hurts. I love him and I keep hurting him!”

Dam the child. Vesemir swore that he taught his boys to use more words. Eskel, Lambert and Rumus managed it!

“Yes-“

“See you agree!”

“Yes,” Vesemir continues over the bard, “ Witchers cannot be harmed by a sentient unless the witcher loves them.”

The bard was silent.

“Wether platonically, familiarly or romantically, that is the only way you would have been able to land a hit like that”

“He loves me?”

Witchers can only be mortally wounded by those they deeply care for. This makes the deaths of witchers all the more tragic. Their deaths are caused by betrayals, one-sided relationships, and mercy killings.

Of course, there are also cases where mages manipulate the minds of witchers’ loved ones to turn them into weapons.

OOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!!!!!! I would love to see this in a fic, but only if there's a happy ending where nobody actually dies lol

[pherryt]

The Skellige Mystery

Witcher/One Piece Crossover

Written for @thewitcherflashfic and @save-a-witcher-bingo

Rated: G Ships: none Characters: Eskel and Portgas D. Ace Words: 3943 Square filled: I4 - Without Fear

Summary:

Eskel's got a very nice arrangement down in the Isles of Skellige, but this year when he arrives he finds a mystery. He doesn't expect to solve it so fast.

[unbury-the-gays]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Prince Adrien/Kiyan (The Witcher), Kiyan & Joël (The Witcher), Kiyan & OC (The Witcher) Characters: Prince Adrien (The Witcher), Kiyan (The Witcher), Joël (The Witcher), Original Male Character(s) of Color, Original Borsodi Brothers Additional Tags: Found Family, Legends, Mermaids, Post-Quest: Cat School Gear Scavenger Hunt (The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt), Birthday, Swordfighting, Swords, Character(s) of Color, Gods, Canon-Typical Violence, Sparring, Fairy Tale Curses, Pagan Gods, Adventure Series: Part 9 of Unbury The Gays

Summary:

In the midst of a charged sparring match, Adrien surprises Kiyan with an unexpected request. Shemihaza, a saber of deep personal significance, is more than just a weapon—it's a piece of Adrien’s past, imbued with meaning and memories. Kiyan’s task will be to pass it on, returning it to its rightful owner. A witcher knows better than anyone how difficult it is to part with a beloved blade.

Kiyan has spent years saving for a new sword of his own, enduring hardships and sacrifices along the way. Yet, when Adrien’s prized saber is given away, Kiyan chooses to forgo his long-awaited weapon and instead forge something truly unique for the prince—a blade that could rival even the legendary Shemihaza. To do so, he must seek out a master blacksmith capable of crafting such a weapon, but his journey will take him far beyond Novigrad. Along the way, he will uncover forgotten legends, discover secrets of ancient gods, and follow a mysterious trail that leads him to the mythical island of Jurata, the Queen of the Seas.

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Today, Kiyan was testing one of the many steel swords from Adrien’s extensive collection—his temporary arsenal ever since he’d lost his own during Ireneus’s ambush. The witcher adjusted his grip on the ornate longsword, gauging its balance as Adrien lunged at him, his Ofieri saber cutting through the air with a graceful, deadly arc. Their duel was both a rigorous exercise and a game of subtle seduction, a physical dance that kept them sharp during the long, gray winter days. The prince was relentless, his movements precise, his footwork light despite the fatigue that weighed on his limbs. But Kiyan had seen the signs—the subtle hitch in Adrien’s breath, the slight delay in his parries, the sheen of sweat darkening his collar and shirt clinging to his toned frame. The duel had gone on long enough for the human body to falter.

Adrien, of course, refused to yield.

“You’re slowing down,” Kiyan noted, his voice even, his stance loose yet coiled with potential energy. He circled Adrien, amber eyes tracking every shift in weight, every fleeting indication of his next move.

Adrien, panting but grinning, pushed a damp lock of hair from his forehead. “And yet,” he countered, feinting left before pivoting into a low slash, “I’m still standing.”

Kiyan deflected the strike effortlessly, angling his blade to guide Adrien’s momentum off balance. The prince barely managed to recover, boots skidding slightly against the polished wooden floor. For all his skill, he couldn’t match the raw speed and endurance of a witcher. And yet, he fought as if he could. As if sheer willpower alone could bridge the gap between them.

It was infuriating. It was intoxicating.

Their swords met again, sparks flying as Kiyan pressed forward, driving Adrien back step by step until his back nearly crashed into the spine of an ancient tome resting on a nearby shelf. The scent of worn leather and ink filled Kiyan’s lungs, mingling with the salt of sweat and the faintest hint of expensive perfume oils Adrien had smuggled into his morning routine.

Then, in one fluid motion, Kiyan locked their blades, twisted, and forced Adrien against the wooden frame. The prince gasped, his back hitting the shelf with a dull thud, and Kiyan took the opening—steel kissing the column of Adrien’s throat, the pulse beneath it fluttering like a caged bird.

A victorious smirk threatened to curl Kiyan’s lips, but he held it back. “Yield,” he commanded instead, his voice quiet but firm. The heat of exertion burned in his muscles, but it was nothing compared to the fire in Adrien’s dark eyes.

Silence stretched between them, thick with the tension of combat—of something more. Then, Adrien’s mouth curled into that signature, insufferably self-assured smile. For a heartbeat, time seemed to pause as Kiyan’s eyes burned into Adrien’s, watching him swallow hard. A challenge mingled with mischief.

In a husky whisper, Adrien murmured, “You have the most beautiful amber eyes, Kitty.”

Kiyan inhaled sharply through his nose, his grip tightening on the sword hilt. His heart pounded in his chest, and though Adrien’s words sent a familiar surge of desire through him, he forced himself to remain composed. He knew this was a diversion—a calculated attempt to distract him, to tempt him into submission. He had no intention of indulging in Adrien’s little tricks.

“This won’t work,” Kiyan said, his voice steady despite the warmth curling low in his stomach. He knew this game too well. Adrien loved to push, to provoke, to see how far he could bend before breaking. “But you can compliment me after you concede.”

Adrien, unrepentant, shifted just enough to press his thigh between Kiyan’s legs. “Oh, I don’t know,” he mused, feigning innocence as he rolled his hips with slow, deliberate precision. The friction was exquisite. Undeniable.

Kiyan’s body reacted before his mind could catch up, heat pooling low, blood rushing hot beneath his skin. Adrien’s smirk deepened, dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He no doubt felt Kiyan hardening in response to the teasing.

“I think it’s working rather well,” he murmured.

Kiyan growled low in frustration. That bastard.

His blade was still at Adrien’s throat. If this were a real fight, it would be over. The kill would be his. But there was something far more satisfying waiting to be won. The witcher had entirely different plans for the prince’s throat—and for claiming his victory.

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Being transformed into a small snake was not in Letho's plan, but then, what about the way his life has gone ever was?

I wrote flash fic!

[swanimagines]

The Witcher: Imagine being in love with Jaskier, but feeling heartbroken every time you see him and Yennefer together, because you think they’re together, unaware that Jaskier is in love with you too.

requested by anon

Note: nowadays all requests are done straight to asks, this is my old template of posting and I no longer have their asks!

Note 2: I haven't watched the show past S2 (and likely won't watch it past S2, at least for now) so my new fics for it place themselves during S1 or S2. Just so anyone won't be confused if I get some details wrong that are clarified in later seasons, I'm unable to read the books unfortunately.

THE VERSE ABOUT LOVE

You had stared at Jaskier for what felt like an hour now. Seeing your best friend Yennefer sitting across from him, her hand on his arm, laughing, was a pretty clear sign that their resentment from months ago had melted away and turned into something… positive.

Just not in a way you would have wanted it to turn out. You had hoped that they’d put their disagreements aside, maybe even become friends because you cared about them both, but back when you told Yennefer that for the first time, you didn’t know how you’d feel about Jaskier, your fellow bard, a year later.

Because somewhere along the line, you had fallen hopelessly in love with him.

But now, watching him with Yennefer, seeing how he laughed with her, you couldn’t help but have flashes of what happened between them behind closed doors.

“You look like someone ran over your favorite lute,” Geralt’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. He slid onto the seat across from you, the contents of his mug sloshing a little as he set it down.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, quickly averting your eyes from Jaskier to your drink. 

Geralt turned to look at the pair and grunted. “If you’re worried about them,” he said, “don’t be. They’re not–”

“It doesn’t matter,” you cut him off. “He’s free to be with whoever he wants.”

Geralt raised his eyebrows and you knew he didn’t believe you actually didn’t care and were okay with it, but respected your unspoken plea and said nothing further.

You took another sip of your drink, hoping the taste of alcohol would wash away the feeling in your throat. But of course, it didn’t. You closed your eyes as you swallowed the bitter liquid, and you heard Geralt grunt again.

“Things aren’t always what they seem,” he said, and you slowly opened your eyes to meet him.

“It pretty damn much looks exactly what it is,” you argued, holding yourself back from looking at those two lovebirds. “You travel with them, at least more than I do. Are you seriously claiming there’s nothing between them?”

Geralt didn’t answer at first, taking a swig from his mug. Then, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “You should talk to him.”

You scoffed. “What difference does that make?”

You swore you saw a small smirk on his lips. “You might get surprised.”

Geralt chuckled, which caught you off guard. You had never seen him chuckle like that. When he was amused, he grunted. When he was annoyed, he grunted. You had only learned to tell what kind of grunt it is after months of knowing him. You stared at him, and he shook his head. “Yennefer doesn’t want him. And he doesn’t want her.”

“What? No, that can’t be right. Just look at them, they–”

Geralt interrupted you, “and if you weren’t too busy wallowing, you’d notice that Jaskier’s been sneaking glances at you every time you’re not looking.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, you thought he was joking. But Geralt didn’t joke. Not like this. “You’re lying.”

Geralt grunted, looking over at Yennefer, who had left Jaskier’s side, and then at Jaskier who still leaned against the counter. “Go ask him. See it yourself.”

Then Geralt left your table without another word, leaving you to stare at Jaskier.

For a moment, you felt like roots grew under you as you sat there in daze. Could it be?

Jaskier seemed to notice your staring and flashed you a smile, which finally made you stand up. You didn’t want to seem creepy by just staring at him with wide eyes, Jaskier would soon think you’re possessed by some kind of desire demon if you looked at him like that.

You took in a big breath and walked over to him, which prompted him to smile at you again.

“Hello there, my darling,” Jaskier greeted you, and your heart skipped a beat. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You faltered for a moment, suddenly hyper-aware of the way his hair fell slightly into his face and how his shirt was just a little loose at the collar, the top button undone. Focus, you scolded yourself.

“I need to talk to you,” you forced yourself to say, and Jaskier tilted his head.

“Oh? Well then, what’s on your mind?”

Your brain short-circuited again. Say it. You opened and closed your mouth like a fish, and hit yourself internally from how stupid you must have looked. Wide-eyed, mouth opening and closing, looking like an idiot. 

After a moment, Jaskier spoke again. “Hey, are you all right?”

That was it, it broke the dam. Before you could think better of it, the words spilled out.

“I’m in love with you, Jaskier,” you blurted out, and the words after that came in a quick flurry, your lips barely able to keep up with the pace. “I have been in love with you ever since we began singing together, and I know it’s stupid, especially since you and Yennefer seem so happy–”

“Wait, stop!” Jaskier cut in. You blinked and to your surprise, you saw how his cheeks flushed pink, before your shoulders dropped again in disappointment. Of course even the name of Yennefer made him blush, he was a romantic, acting like a teenager in love after all. “What did you just say?”

You groaned, there was no going back now. “I said I’m in love with you. But it doesn’t matter and I will leave if you want me to. You’re happy with Yennefer, and that’s what I want for you, happiness. Even if it’s not with me.”

He stared at you for a moment, and you could hear your heart drumming in your ears, you could feel the blood rushing into your face. You wanted to sit down, you regretted all of this, you had ruined everything, you–

“Yennefer?” he repeated, cutting off your thought train. “You think–? Oh, stars above, no.” He let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “Yennefer and I? That’s not… It’s not what you think. We’re friends now, yes, but that’s all. She’s been teasing me about–”

He cut himself off, before he looked down for a moment.

“She’s been teasing me,” he continued, “about how often I look at you. How I can’t seem to stop writing songs about you. How obvious I am.”

Your eyes widened. Was he saying what you thought he’s saying? “Obvious?”

Jaskier smiled, a little shyly, and nodded. “Apparently to everyone but you. I…” He trailed off, taking a deep breath. And then he spoke almost as quickly as you had a moment ago, “I’ve been in love with you for ages. Truly, madly, hopelessly. And I thought you’d never notice.”

You stared at him, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it. “You… what?”

He reached out, his fingers brushing yours on the counter. “I’m saying,” he murmured, “that if you’re in love with me, and I’m in love with you, perhaps we could… uh, do what people in love tend to do after finding out about each other’s feelings.”

For a moment, the world seemed to stop. The whole tavern was quiet, blurring around you, and you could only see Jaskier standing there before you. Then, without thinking, you leaned in and kissed him – hesitantly at first, but it deepened as soon as Jaskier pulled you closer.

When you finally pulled away, you rested your foreheads together and Jaskier chuckled. “This is going to make my new favourite song.”

You laughed, still not quite believing what was happening. “Shut up and kiss me again, bard.”

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[caeli0306]

Chapter 2 of Violet Sorrengail's Guide to Spinning a Scandal is now up on AO3!

Chapter 2: Deny Everything is now posted on AO3: READ HERE

WE ARE SO BACK. So sorry it took so long to get chapter 2 put together, but I have just dropped two 14k chapters in the span of 48 hours so I don't think anyone will complain haha. For those unfamiliar, this is my @rq-gift-exchange fic for the wonderful @witch-and-her-witcher. I will (eventually) get around to writing chapter 3, which SHOULD be the last chapter. in the meantime, enjoy!

Summary:

Violet Sorrengail is a highly effectively political crisis consultant. Xaden Riorson is poised to win his late father's old senate seat. The hatred between the two runs deep, but its been years since their fiery classroom debates in college, and Violet was certain she'd never cross paths with him again, until her expertise is required to keep doctored stories that could sink Xaden's campaign from gaining traction just before the general election.

The chemistry is off-the-charts, the tension has every other staffer fleeing when the two end up in the same room, and the fire that existed between them is as hot as ever. But as time goes on, Violet begins to realize exactly how true the saying, "There's a thin line between love and hate," really is.

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As for Xaden? He can rot for all I care. I can practically see Xaden’s reaction to my plan in my head, and it is something I’ll savor for the rest of my life.

I move to stand in front of the assembled group, ignoring the uneasy looks and mistrusting stares.

“Thank you so much for that introduction, Mr. Riorson,” I say, my voice sickeningly sweet. The tension in the room ratchets up, and I swear I see Xaden’s eyes narrow on me. “Now I will, as you said, tell you how I plan to save your ass – from a problem of your own creation, might I add, since you’re apparently still quite skilled at pissing people off.”

“It happens to be a talent I’m quite proud of,” he drawls, that infuriating, condescending smirk of his stretching across his face once again.

“Well, that would explain why you can’t seem to keep a girlfriend, now, wouldn’t it?” I fire back.

Staffers look at each other nervously as I flash Xaden the most insincere smile I can muster. He merely leans back in his chair, and cocks his head to the side, a lock of his windblown dark hair escaping the rest and brushing against his forehead, as if to ask Is that all you’ve got?

It’s not. Not by a longshot.

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Weekly Roundup: 17th Februaury - 23rd February

Well look at me behind again, suprise suprise 🙈

This was a much better week in terms of writing so thats at least something. I managed 9,251 of my 15,000 weekly word count. Which means I am at 17,445 of my 60,000 monthly word goal (yikes)

I wrote 4 fics this week, but as always, recs first.

A study of Teddy and Sirius - BayleyWinchester - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] (Sirius/Remus raising Teddy)

Summary: Teddy Lupin did not need another dad, thank you very much. He was very happy with his dad and Sirius Black could piss right off.

Sirius Black was not pissing off.

To Make A Family - BayleyWinchester - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] (Sirius/Remus, rasing Teddy and others)

Summary: Technically it was kidnapping. Sure, they were in the wrong legally but when had they ever cared about legality? Morally they were clear and that was what actually mattered.

Remus Lupin falls hopelessly and helplessly in love with Sirius Black, wins a war, kidnaps a child and starts a family (and then kidnaps another kid, but who's keeping track?).

Tell him that I wasn't scared - Hpdm20 - Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own] (Geralt/Jaskier, post Caingorn/torture)

Summary: Jaskier is captured by Nilfgaard and tortured for information about Geralt an Ciri, the twist though, is that Ciri has been arrested for stealing and is in the cell next to his. Nilfgaard is none the wiser and Jaskier has to make sure that his mouth remains shut during the interrogations. Will he succed or will he break?

Judge Of Character - GabeTheUnknown - Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own] (Geralt/Jaskier, fake/pretend relationship, Modern Au)

Summary: Jaskier's relationship with his parent's isn't perfect. A big family wedding is coming up and questions about Jaskier's love life are constantly coming his way.

One night, he decides to lie about his love life. In order to make it convincing, he involves a surprisingly handsome stranger into his mess.

One thing leads to another, and suddenly there's a family wedding.

Unwanted - WokFriedIce - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] (Gen fic, no tags, but implied/refrenced child abuse)

Summary: Harry had always been told his parents were dead, but when he was 5 he learned the truth. He was unwanted. That was the year his baby sister was left on the Dursley's doorstep.

Patricide Makes The World Go Round - Karlethandra_Merthensa - Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own] (Geralt/Jaskier, A/b/o, feral Jaskier)

Summary: Captured and chained by his mate’s father, Geralt is forced to sit and watch as Alfred Pankratz, King of Redania, calls for his daughter’s head. Unable to act, Geralt must pray for a miracle to save the day.

What he hadn’t been expecting, was to know the miracle’s name.

I hope you all had/have a wonderful week

As always, my own fics are under the read more.

You're lost and I'm apparantly pretty? (Geralt/Jaskier, Mer au, written for the Witcher Flash Fic Challenge discord with the picture prompt of a whale's tail)

Summary: Jaskier is minding his own business swimming along when he hears the cries of a guppy. Only to find out she is a shark mer pup. Well, he suppose he may get eaten by her family when he returns her home, but he will return her home!

Moony’s Magical and Muggle Masterclass (Sirius/Remus, James/Regulus, Lily/Mary, part of my The Mismatched Family of Harry Potter Series)

Summary: An argument over the purebloods inherent biases becomes a conversation about Remus becoming Harry's new teacher.

Skegness and all it's germs (part of the same series as above with the same pairings)

Summary: Harry travels on the train with Regulus and Sirius to Skegness. he's going to the beach and he is going to ride a donkey. Much to Regulus' annoyance.

My Heart Lies With You (Bilbo/Thorin, canonical character death, part of my Dwarrow-tober Series)

Summary: Thorin is dead, and along with him every hope and dream Bilbo had for the future died too.

He may not be a Durin, but he loved liked one, and Durin's endure, so one heartbroken hobbit must too for the rest of his days.

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Hi. I may have just discovered that oviposition is, in fact, fantastic. And them had to look through my WW tags to see who told me they were into it because I remembered someone was. So I am now here to ask pretty please for some recommendations. I am not picky. There is an entire new world out there and I'd like somewhere to start.

- @schizosamwincester

yessss i love it! the fun of breeding kink without any of the dysphoria

recs below for fics, though i recommend also checking out some of the nsfw art, doujins, and videos out there. i got into this kink from rule 34 art (and corruption of champions, the flash game)! if you're really into it, there are also sex toys out there to replicate the experience from a lot of indie fantasy toy shops.

Subject 12 by Udunie - Original work

Medical procedures, xenophilia, aliens, non-con, fisting, oviposition, mpreg, non-con body modification, pregnancy, interspecies, human experimentation

“Taylor woke up in a harshly lit room, head pounding dully. What the hell? He was just getting a shot, wasn’t he? Something clicked.

“Recording for breeding attempt 12,” said a voice above him, and Taylor squinted at the brightness, trying to make out the guy. He was wearing all white coveralls complete with a hood and a surgical face mask.

“Subject 12, name… um… ah! Taylor Swensson, age twenty two, good overall condition. According to the genetic testing his markers are the closest to the desired build found to date.””

Appearances Can Be Deceiving by halcyon1993 - Teen Wolf

PWP, AU - magic, magical Stiles, eldritch abomination Derek, tentacle sex, extremely dubious consent, non-consensual drug use, manhandling, anal sex, barebacking, sounding, oviposition, eggpreg, mpreg, impregnation

"When Stiles tries to summon a Lovecraftian monster, he’s disappointed when what he gets is an ordinary man. But not all is as it seems. Derek needs someone to bear his young, and the little human who summoned him is the perfect candidate."

The Design's Ruthless by sugarboat - The Magnus Archives

Tentacle rape, multiple penetration, size difference, oviposition, implied knotting, hand jobs, praise kink

"Jon reads a warning note and then does the exact opposite. Possibly foreseeable consequences arise."

The One Where Jaskier Gets Fucked By A Dragon by ChallengeAcceptedPankratz - The Witcher

Enthusiastic consent, size kink, safe sane and consensual, xenophilia, teratophilia, egg laying, potions, kink negotiation, stone top Geralt, anal fisting, fisting, dirty talk, anal sex, voyeurism, praise kink, bondage, rimming, dragon sex, aftercare, size difference, oviposition

"“Dragons that lay eggs, are more properly referred to as Dragonkind. They grow to be ten feet tall, walk on two legs, are...somewhat humanoid, and they have a single sex.”

“So the same dragon lays the eggs and fertilizes them?”

“Hm.”

“...I’m still missing something.”

“Dragonkind need a host to incubate their eggs for the first few hours after laying.”

“Ohh, so the sheepskin and hot water bottle is to keep it snug while you’re holding it against your chest. I see. Bit of a cuddle.”

“No, Jaskier.”

“...they lay the egg, and then you cuddle it, and they, er. Fertilize it while you’re curled around it? Bit sticky, still doesn’t explain the size of the reward.”

“No, Jaskier.” Geralt added thoughtfully, after a moment. “And the one in this territory uses ‘he.’ Not they.”

“He. Good to know. Well gods damn it then, Geralt, why don’t you explain to me in direct language where little dragons come from then?”"

On Tenterhooks and Tentacles by dirtymuse - Teen Wolf

Consensual noncon, consensual drug experimentation, medical experimentation, sex pollen, fuck or die, xenophilia, exhibitionism, tentacle sex, interspecies sex, aliens, nipple play, cock bondage, sounding, edging, every hole penetration, overstimulation, impregnation, oviposition, eggpreg, medical procedures (forced), breeding, omegaverse dynamics, Alpha Derek, noncon body modification, knotting, angst, mpreg, mating bites, mates, torture, BAMF Stiles, empathic bonds, werewolf bonds

"With the rising cost of everything, Stiles can’t see a way out of the debt his dad is in. He knows they’re on the verge of losing the house. They need money desperately. So Stiles does the unthinkable. He volunteers for the taboo of all taboos, the lowest of the lows, and the thing no one talks about but everyone knows about. Stiles offers himself up to the Human Advancement Corporation—specifically, the X-Corps division. Everyone knows some shady stuff goes down at the Corporation or HAC for short, except no one knows what that shady stuff is, since volunteers are sworn to secrecy with an ironclad NDA. ‘Volunteering’ is for desperate people, and Stiles is feeling pretty desperate these days."

Symbiosis by inelegantly - Original work

Sci fi, military training, armour, shapeshifting, alien biology, xenophilia, tentacle sex, sounding, overstimulaiton, multiple orgasms, experimentation, oviposition, bonding, aftercare, getting to know each other

""Everyone needs to bond with their armor some way or another. It's not technology, not a machine, the thing you meet in there is a living, breathing creature same as you are. But it's not human, and that you can never forget. The best wisdom we can give you is, remember that it's only trying to understand you. The easier you make that, the better the bond, and the sooner you'll be back on the training floor.""

Could Just Taste It, Chased It by thebodydies - DCU

Oviposition, breeding, mating cycles/in heat, scenting, armpit kink, xenophilia, Kryptonian biology, Dom/sub, begging, blow jobs, rimming, come eating, safeword use, communication, obedience, praise kink, finger sucking, come as lube, anal sex, orgasm delay/denial, sounding, orgasm control, crying, tactile telekinesis, come marking, multiple orgasms, prostate massage, established relationship

""You smell good," Conner said. "You smell... ripe.""