The Rules of Redemption

Chapters: 3/?

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

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion

Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia

Additional Tags: Hurt Jaskier | Dandelion, Emotionally Constipated Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary: It is tradition — sacrificing the second born for the sake of the first; it gives them more power; makes them appeal to the god of Two Faces; helps the darkness grow stronger.

So on the night Julian, the second-born son, must do his duty and die in flames, he decides to run. The result — him leaving behind a centuries-old practice, a vindictive family, and a rage-filled god.

But the past always returns, especially when his own powers of darkness can no longer be hidden.

When a witcher with liquid moon hair is sent to kill him.

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In total, there have been three instances of attempted escapes, excluding Jaskier’s recent, more successful effort. One might call them a prelude to his final getaway, similar to heroic thieves scoping out vast castles before staking their claim over some obscure treasure. Although, he would be lying if he said that held any truth. The first attempt had been done out of plain naïveté, the grand delusion that escaping would be simple. He had memorised the routine of the servants and the hours his parents would appear at the door. The gleam of the sunlight reflecting on the walls saw to that. It was his own personal sundial, as he knew morning had come when the reflection of the window landed above the chair near his bedside. Or how the placement of the reflection aligning with the door meant noon had arrived. The fading light shimmering over stacks of ripped books symbolised the beginning of dusk. This helped Jaskier pinpoint specific times in which he would be seen by servants or family – if they chose to visit him at all.

Chapters: 2/?

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

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion

Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia

Additional Tags: Hurt Jaskier | Dandelion, Emotionally Constipated Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary: It is tradition — sacrificing the second born for the sake of the first; it gives them more power; makes them appeal to the god of Two Faces; helps the darkness grow stronger.

So on the night Julian, the second-born son, must do his duty and die in flames, he decides to run. The result — him leaving behind a centuries-old practice, a vindictive family, and a rage-filled god.

But the past always returns, especially when his own powers of darkness can no longer be hidden.

When a witcher with liquid moon hair is sent to kill him.

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The sun has long since been a distant acquaintance of Jaskier. Often around, but never in reach. He recalls the way the rustic window bolt looked with each rising dawn. The blinding light covering years of dirt and decay as the star reached the highest point in the sky. In his previous room, Jaskier could never lay eyes on the ball of fire. The position of his window made it impossible. Only through the reflection of the lock did the sun make itself known. Jaskier’s eyes would water at the harsh brightness, but even then he could not look away. Not when he thought his life would end without setting sight on something everyone else has seen. All common people have seen the sun.

But Jaskier is not common.

A reminder he was constantly given.

The sun embraces him now as its light crept from the entrance of the cave to his current position, but, much to Jaskier’s dismay, it wasn’t warm enough to thaw out his frozen, aching limbs. It is enough to rile him from the depth of his deep slumber though, turning the darkness behind his lids to a fleshy red. His eyelashes act as a poor excuse of a barrier when his vision begins to adjust to the new levels of light. Covering his eyes will not help him as that will prolong the irritation. So he finally opens them and his blurred surroundings come into view. The cave seems no different to how it was before – the jagged rocks, high ceiling and long shadows in front of him. It is–

Chapters: 1/?

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

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion

Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia

Additional Tags: Hurt Jaskier | Dandelion, Emotionally Constipated Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary: It is tradition — sacrificing the second born for the sake of the first; it gives them more power; makes them appeal to the god of Two Faces; helps the darkness grow stronger.

So on the night Julian, the second-born son, must do his duty and die in flames, he decides to run. The result — him leaving behind a centuries-old practice, a vindictive family, and a rage-filled god.

But the past always returns, especially when his own powers of darkness can no longer be hidden.

When a witcher with liquid moon hair is sent to kill him.

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Quiet nights are the most dangerous.

A lesson Jaskier learnt as a child of six years. He recalls the way his stubby arms tried to curl around the tiny body he manifested into, the stained blanket that no longer covered his bean-sized toes, the gooseflesh that crawled with ants trailing to his rotten bowl of food. His hunger gnawed at him along with the realisation of uncertainty — of what would happen next. His malnourished figure stilled along with the windless air, the heavy bolted window allowing no breeze to sing its high notes. It’s during these times that Jaskier would hide in one corner of the room, the small square of floor where the light refuses to place its touch. It was as if this spot had caused a great offence against the sun. Similar to the offence Jaskier made against his family.

Your birth, his father would say, can only be corrected with your death. Pay the price for it to be forgiven.

I just wanted to make a post saying how I would like to co-write a Jaskier/Geralt fanfic with someone. The reason being I can hopefully be motivated to actually complete the story as I procrastinate a lot.

This is the summary of the idea I had —

‘It’s tradition — sacrificing the second born for the sake for the first; it gives them more power; makes them appeal to the god of Two Faces; helps the darkness grow stronger.

So on the night Julian, the second born son, must do his duty and die in flames, he decides to runs. The results — him leaving behind a centuries old practice, a vindictive family, and a rage-filled god.

But the past always returns, especially when his own powers of darkness can no longer be hidden.

When a witcher with liquid moon hair is sent to kill him.’

The rating of this fic would be mature.

Also, schedule is incredibly flexible so there really is no deadlines or something like that. Just write when we feel like it, and feel free to read my other fanfics to see how I write.

I would also like to write with someone who is preferably an adult (am 22).

Send me a message if interested!

Why do people read fanfics they know they won’t like then comment stuff like this?

I’m just baffled.

Like I clearly wrote the story will be slash at the start, and I understand some people don’t like that. But... there was a warning.

Being born in Gotham’s high society means numerous things – rich contacts, an ignorant life, and people who wish to break you with whispered slander. Although, no words are more powerful than Tim’s. Not when they can come true under certain conditions.

Chapter One Opening (minimum 250 words) –

Hold your head up.

His father’s soft words dominate all thoughts in a tone clearer than the day he left Tim behind. That should have been the first red flag. Nothing good happens on cloudy days where the sun shields itself from the horrors of Gotham City. Although, every time the ball of fire peeks through the thick mist like an eye of a curious child, watching something they know not to, simple thugs to more vicious criminals come out of their dark holes in earnest. Plant seeds. They remind Tim of plant seeds breaking from soil to reach the light that feeds them.

Yet, his father’s words remain clearer than all of them.

It is as if the man’s spirit is standing beside him, whispering comforts of all sorts into his ears.

Hold your head up high, his father would say, one hand gripping his shoulder as nerves overtake him.

Growing up, Tim never really did well in the spotlight. The many lifeless gazes at prestigious events watching him like vultures that diet on mistakes and regurgitate false rumours to their young. It made his bones stiff with the need to stand still until they find new prey to latch their claws on. That’s when his father would come in. Always telling him to be proud of the weight his name carried. How Tim would do it justice as he was better, brighter than them.

Tim should smile every time he thinks of his father’s sweet words, but he does not.

Because, right now, Tim is placing a hand on someone else’s shoulder.

Right now, he is telling them to give up their power in Gotham.

A power he learnt through touch.

Sky’s Note –

Tim’s prompt!! Hope you guys enjoy this one. Any feedback would be welcomed.

Obsessions with secrets run in the family. So, when her father gets involved with something out of his depth, Steph takes a step into a mystery that may be the one to break her.

Chapter One Opening (minimum 250 words) –

Steph was five years old when she realised secrets are everywhere.

Her small, stubby fingers trying to smooth out a sheet of paper as this new understanding trickles into her mind, similar to how the rain outside did its best to find cracks in walls. The house will protect us, her mother would always say. Her warm eyes doing nothing to hide the darkening skin beneath them, or the slight downward curve of her lips as she spoke. So will the windows, doors, and roof. But protect them against who? Steph once asked in reply. After all, water cannot hurt them, and the house could only hide them. That was when the warmth began to fade, like her favourite starry night light when the e-lec-tri-city – a word that rolled out of her own lips with difficultly – turned off. A regular occurrence.

Steph made sure not to ask again.

But she could not help the giggle that forced its way out of her chest. She found another clue. The ones her father would leave around the house when he disappeared for a while. This one was hidden behind a picture frame with no photo within. She did not think much of that. Only the clue in her hand. The final clue.

She peered down at it.

The last one, it began. Reward: multiple hugs and kisses. Riddle #53 – what has hands and a face, but can’t hold anything or smile?

Steph furrowed her brows in thought.

The answers to these riddles usually mean an object within the house and there is not many here. Her mother explaining that they must take a few possessions – a word she learnt as they moved out of her old house. The bigger one. The one with the large clock in the main room.

Steph rushed out of her parent’s room and down the dark corridor. She could hear her mother’s voice growing louder. There she stopped, right outside the closed door. Arms dropping as a strange feeling slid under her skin.

“You lied!” her mother said in a broken tone, like the way Steph’s dolls voices go when they run out of battery.  

Her mother is on the phone. No other voices made that clear.

“How long are you going to be away this time, huh?” she continues. “Months? Years? And what do I tell Steph? That your job hunting? Ha. That would be a nice change. No, I’m not going to tell her you’re in prison. That’s our secret. That’s—”

Yes, Steph was five years old when she realised secrets are everywhere.

She was also five when she learnt secrets can hurt.

Sky’s Note –

Here is another prompt!! With Steph this time!

Before his death, strange visions plagued Jason’s dreams, but the memories were a distant haze when awoken. After his death, the visions consume his nightmares with images of futures that may or may not fall into place. But this time, he remembers them all.

TW: Violence (Blood)

Chapter One Opening (minimum 250 words) –

He does not believe it at first.

The dreams – not nightmares, never nightmares – of red liquid flowing down his neck. They somehow reminded Jason of the way his mother’s tears would fall as she began grieving in that fateful warehouse. Grieving not for him or the act of betrayal from the green-haired bastard. No, she mourned herself and the life she would lose if the bomb went off. He still remembers her shaky voice whispering not me, please. not me under her breath as she helplessly fought against her rope bindings. While each time she looked over at him, she closed her eyes in reaction as if his presence did not exist and she was all alone in the world. As if she were the only one who would die that night.

Jason will never admit how that hurt, or how he tried to save her despite it.

Yet here he is.

On the floor with his neck sliced open like an animal being drained at a slaughterhouse. The offending weapon, the batarang, at the corner of his sight, faintly reflecting the lamp lights outside the small window. The maniacal laugh to his left that mocks him does nothing to help the infernal fire that claws in his gut and threatens to spill from his tongue. He wishes to scream at the pale-faced fucker but also aim his fire at the one who caused his newfound pain. The man whose shadow is meant to protect the innocent. Protect who he considers family.

It was meant to be a dream.

The blood. The wound on his neck.

It was never meant to be Bruce swinging the weapon Jason hoped to inherit.

Sky’s Note –

Hello! I thought about creating a batfamily prompt series where I would write an opening for the ideas in my head. This is one that came to me this morning. Feel free to give me your thoughts.

Chapters: 10/?

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Young Justice (Cartoon)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Dick Grayson/Harry Potter

Characters: Harry Potter, Death (Harry Potter), Kon-El | Conner Kent, Dick Grayson, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: Reincarnation, Master of Death Harry Potter, BAMF Harry Potter, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Harry never asked to be trapped in a new world filled with heroes. And he certainly never asked to be reborn as a clone of a hero.

Preview: 

Two hours, Harry muses as he checks the time on his new digital wristwatch.

A small gift from Wally so Harry would – in the redhead's words – 'know when things start'. Wally's personal but polite way of saying 'stop being late to meetings' and 'you're too damn slow'. Harry took the gift with an amused thank you. Now it rests snuggly around his left wrist. Harry thinks it to be an interesting feat of technology. Scratch that. A confusing piece of technology. After all, what function does a watch need other than telling time? But this watch, with a slide of his finger, can show messages, give weather forecasts and even create health reports. Does Harry truly need to know the hours he sleeps or his average heart rate? He thinks not. So, he keeps the screen on the time and nothing else. There is no need to complicate things. All he hopes is that it does not explode when magic is used – the memory of his uncle's, Vernon Dursley's, television crackling up coming to the forefront of Harry's mind.

Chapters: 1/?

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum

Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Aranea Highwind

Additional Tags: BAMF Prompto Argentum, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Assassin Prompto Argentum, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary: Deep within the divided Empire of Niflheim, Prompto struggles to find his position as the battle for power grows. Even his identity as an escaped magitek soldier condemns him. But when Aranea Highwind, the leader of the so-called revolutionists, appears before him with an offer of peace and visions for a better future, can he really say no? Slash.

Preview:

"I have a proposition for you," says the woman with unwavering green eyes.

She stands before him, her right hand strategically placed on a spear which dwarfs over her. A tactic, Prompto knows, to coerce him into accepting whatever she has in mind. Maybe even strike some fear. Instead, the action causes him to suppress a chuckle, the feeling of adrenaline making him hysterical with laughter. Although, it is not the knowledge of impending death that instils adrenaline into his veins. Rather, it's the sense of disappointment which causes his stomach to churn almost painfully — a reaction directed towards himself.

Just how could he have been so stupid? He should have known better. Realised that this was a trap the instant he took on the job. There were subtle red flags which sparked his suspicion, but he had chosen to ignore them. Not when he was so close to leaving his life in Niflheim behind him. After this job, Prompto would have earned enough money to pay the asylum fees into the Kingdom of Lucis. He would have been able to restart his life. No longer have to be a mercenary who kills to live barely above the poverty line. That would all be left behind. Instead, he got too cocky – believed that this job would be like the others. It wasn't. He sees that now.