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I'm mainly known for writing these kinds of Witcher fics:
- Soft dom/sub
- Navigating romance and kink with mental health challenges and past trauma
- Kink in ace relationships
- Enthusiastic consent & Comfort
This is My ao3; but I also have all of my Witcher fics organised and linked under the cut by the pairings that I write :)
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Thank you for reading & Fics under the cuttttttt :D
Geraskier
Dom Jask, Sub Geralt Masterlist
His Bard - Geralt struggles with what to call Jaskier in front of others.
Just Need to be Held - Touch starved Jask, cuddle fic ❤️
Needy Aftercare - Semi non-verbal Jaskier needing Geralt to look after him after sex
Is this what you want? - Geralt’s first time in sub space
I'm not Scared - Jaskier stays up watching scary films and realises it's a bad idea come bed time, cuddle fic ❤️
Friends Share a Bed - That’s Fine - There was only one bed fic
Geralt’s Chores - Just cute subspace Geralt being looked after.
The Letter - Geralt leaves a letter for Jaskier then runs off. It contains a few confessions and some scored out cute stuff.
Not Used to This - Geralt's had a rough day and Jaskier soothes him by simply holding him, something he's not used to. Cuddle fic ❤️
Shivering - Consensual axii fic, Jaskier is unwell and Geralt just wants to help
Sort of Dr Jaskier - Its a fluff written asmr cranial nerve exam lmao
What’s your opinion? - Geralt asks for Jaskier to give him advice, it catches him off guard. (Sword of Destiny prompt)
Sunburn - Geralt gets taught a lesson about not wearing sun cream, light smut.
Jaskier’s Hands - Geralt wonders why Jaskier wont let him touch his hands.
“I can smell him on you” - Geralt is mad that Jaskier slept with Chireadan and Jaskier is simply having none of it.
The Burden - Jaskier’s feet are blistered but he doesn’t want to seem like a burden so struggles on.
“You’re stuck with me whether you like it or not” - Jealous Geralt grits his teeth as Jaskier flirts with someone at a party.
“You smell nice.” - Drunk, cuddle, fluffy Geraskier sweetness. Geralt feels safe with Jaskier on his knee.
Scent kink - headcanons for Geralts cum/scent kink
Catboy Jaskier - Jaskier gets spanked into subspace
Piercing AU // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4
Head Wound - Geralt tickling Jaskier, fluff, season 4
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tw - hangover
“Fuck … please, stop.” Geralt shivered as he curled in on himself on the bed, his brown hair was plastered to his face as he took tiny little shallow breaths. He was definitely hungover.
Jaskier was sat behind him, rubbing at his back knowing there was nothing he could say to make this well-known feeling subside. Geralt looked tiny lying there on the bed.
“I know, love. Try to take big deep breaths, you’re doing really well.” The bard fetched a cold, damp wash cloth, and placed it, folded on the back of Geralt’s neck, trying to pull him into a comfortable position.
“I haven’t felt like this in … I don’t know. I don’t remember ever feeling this sick since the trials.”
Yennefer rolled her eyes from the chair by the window. “You were ill for two days when I took us to Hindarsfjall two years ago. In fact, you were so sick that-”
Geralt grumbled, looking between her and Jaskier silently asking to keep whatever she was going to say quiet. “I don't like portals. Give me my pack.”
Geralt, in his torment had turned to rest his head in Jaskier’s lap, seemingly uncaring about how close the pair were since he was in so much pain. He was absolutely convinced that if he was to choose between a griffin claw scratch or a hangover he’d choose the griffin. Jaskier had started to brush the hair from his face, obviously picking up on the waves of nausea that the not-witcher was feeling. Geralt was quite convinced that if Jaskier offered to cuddle him right now he’d gladly accept the comfort over the embarrassment.
“If you’re looking for swallow it will kill you. You’re human, remember?” Yennefer got up from the chair and took something from her bag, a little bottle that she uncorked before pouring a small amount of liquid on her fingers. “How often do you make Jaskier walk with you in this state, you brute. Now you know what it feels like.” Yennefer grinned, enjoying teasing him. She pulled Geralt’s shirt up until his stomach was visible, then drew something with her fingers on the skin beneath them, “Haela ui treise, creasa cáelm, beagan blath.” The little symbol changed colour, before disappearing, and taking Geralt’s furrowed brow with it.
“What did you do?” Geralt crumpled his nose, but he didn’t move from Jaskier’s lap. He only took the cloth from his neck and placed it on the table next to him. He almost felt normal, if not absolutely exhausted and still very much human.
“No need to thank me. I just gave you a little something to settle your stomach. You still need rest.” Yennefer put the back of her hand on Geralt’s cheek, then turned to pull on her coat. “I’m going to get some food, for all of us. Drink your water.” She smiled, then left the room.
Geralt’s eyes were heavy, a full morning of groaning in pain obviously taking its toll on his unadjusted body as he curled back into Jaskier’s lap.
“Little flower.” Jaskier whispered.
“Hmm?” Geralt closed his eyes, happy that the bard hadn’t pushed him from his lap since he was feeling a bit better.
“What Yen called you at the end of her spell; beagan blath. It means little flower. It’s cute.” Jaskier giggled and relaxed back into the bed to get himself a bit comfier too.
Geralt crumpled his nose up again, unaccustomed to receiving this sort of attention, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't like the way that little name sounded from Jaskier's lips.
“Dearme,” Jaskier gently fingered through the non-witcher’s hair, “sleep, beagan blath.”
The first rule of fandom is have fun. The second rule of fandom is find an enabler and become an enabler. Yes you should write that fic. What if it was even hornier? What if it was angstier? What if you wrote it just for me?
This was supposed to be a study of abel, but it turned into an unsolicited portrait of Geralt from The Witcher. Am I complaining? No. The grumpy ‘fuck’ face is universally appreciated.
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tw - hangover
“Fuck … please, stop.” Geralt shivered as he curled in on himself on the bed, his brown hair was plastered to his face as he took tiny little shallow breaths. He was definitely hungover.
Jaskier was sat behind him, rubbing at his back knowing there was nothing he could say to make this well-known feeling subside. Geralt looked tiny lying there on the bed.
“I know, love. Try to take big deep breaths, you’re doing really well.” The bard fetched a cold, damp wash cloth, and placed it, folded on the back of Geralt’s neck, trying to pull him into a comfortable position.
“I haven’t felt like this in … I don’t know. I don’t remember ever feeling this sick since the trials.”
Yennefer rolled her eyes from the chair by the window. “You were ill for two days when I took us to Hindarsfjall two years ago. In fact, you were so sick that-”
Geralt grumbled, looking between her and Jaskier silently asking to keep whatever she was going to say quiet. “I don't like portals. Give me my pack.”
Geralt, in his torment had turned to rest his head in Jaskier’s lap, seemingly uncaring about how close the pair were since he was in so much pain. He was absolutely convinced that if he was to choose between a griffin claw scratch or a hangover he’d choose the griffin. Jaskier had started to brush the hair from his face, obviously picking up on the waves of nausea that the not-witcher was feeling. Geralt was quite convinced that if Jaskier offered to cuddle him right now he’d gladly accept the comfort over the embarrassment.
“If you’re looking for swallow it will kill you. You’re human, remember?” Yennefer got up from the chair and took something from her bag, a little bottle that she uncorked before pouring a small amount of liquid on her fingers. “How often do you make Jaskier walk with you in this state, you brute. Now you know what it feels like.” Yennefer grinned, enjoying teasing him. She pulled Geralt’s shirt up until his stomach was visible, then drew something with her fingers on the skin beneath them, “Haela ui treise, creasa cáelm, beagan blath.” The little symbol changed colour, before disappearing, and taking Geralt’s furrowed brow with it.
“What did you do?” Geralt crumpled his nose, but he didn’t move from Jaskier’s lap. He only took the cloth from his neck and placed it on the table next to him. He almost felt normal, if not absolutely exhausted and still very much human.
“No need to thank me. I just gave you a little something to settle your stomach. You still need rest.” Yennefer put the back of her hand on Geralt’s cheek, then turned to pull on her coat. “I’m going to get some food, for all of us. Drink your water.” She smiled, then left the room.
Geralt’s eyes were heavy, a full morning of groaning in pain obviously taking its toll on his unadjusted body as he curled back into Jaskier’s lap.
“Little flower.” Jaskier whispered.
“Hmm?” Geralt closed his eyes, happy that the bard hadn’t pushed him from his lap since he was feeling a bit better.
“What Yen called you at the end of her spell; beagan blath. It means little flower. It’s cute.” Jaskier giggled and relaxed back into the bed to get himself a bit comfier too.
Geralt crumpled his nose up again, unaccustomed to receiving this sort of attention, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't like the way that little name sounded from Jaskier's lips.
“Dearme,” Jaskier gently fingered through the non-witcher’s hair, “sleep, beagan blath.”
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a/b/o witcher thoughts with past trauma/past noncon tw
Vesemir/Lambert
Been thinking about this idea, and I want to post it rather than writing it for now because it's simply forming in my head and I'm thinking out loud.
So, omega Lambert who is technically Vesemir's omega. They're together, Vesemir is very very protective over him and very possessive. Lambert has a mating bite from someone else, totally unwanted and the result of some stranger alpha one night stand. Obviously messes him up and makes him not want to be with anyone. It makes Lambert really hesitant to enjoy all things stereotypical omegan, and takes a lot for Vesemir to let him relax into his heats. Vesemir's feelings are particularly heightened anytime other alphas are near Lambert, and he's not shy at making sure Lambert is completely covered in his scent, growling or even flashing his blade anytime someone takes a glance at his omega.
Playing Witcher 3 again and I was like, Gaunter O'Dimm sounds a wee bit Scottish I wonder who plays him. Googled it and howlin at the fact that Taggart plays him 😂😂😂
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my body can't tell the difference between running from a lion or being 2 days away from the end of my cycle where i sit in a sort of weird shaking fear nervous about every single interaction I have haha 100% there's a whole week every month dedicated to JUST anxiety. I think this is the week that leads into "the black pit of despair" but that normally comes with my best writing so 👽
in other "non related" news I'm having surgery next month to find out if I have endo 👀
