#witcher modern au
Days are Gone, Part 18
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Geralt laughed, a deep and beautiful sound. “So beautiful.” He whispered, kissing Jaskier’s neck. The younger man couldn’t help but to shiver. He never had a partner who complimented him so much in bed. It felt nice. He didn’t feel like he needed to put on a show for Geralt or to impress him in any way.
He could just be himself.
“You okay?” Geralt asked, noticing that Jaskier had gone quiet. He pulled away, unintentionally giving Jaskier a full display of his chest and abs.
If he suffocates me with those pecs, I will die as a happy man.
Geralt furrowed his brows. “Jask, do you want me to stop? Say something.”
Jaskier shook his head with a smile. “I’m sorry, dear. I just got distracted by these-“ He poked at Geralt’s left pec. “Is it weird to want to marry a man’s pecs?”
Geralt rolled his eyes fondly, but Jaskier could see he was flattered.
Good.
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Days are Gone, Part 21
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Before Jaskier could even finish his sentence, there was a pair of strong but gentle hands grabbing at his hips. Geralt leaned in, nuzzling the back of his head, and placing a feather-light kiss just below his ear.
“I love this look on you.” Geralt murmured into his ear and Jaskier couldn’t help but to shiver at the way he sounded.
Jaskier slowly turned to face him, wrapping his arms around Geralt’s neck, and pulling him into a deep kiss. Geralt smiled into the kiss, tightening his hold on Jaskier’s hips. Geralt rubbed their noses together when they broke apart and Jaskier chuckled at the adorable gesture.
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Through Lonely Mists Togetherby@maya-the-yellow-bee
you can read the fic ️here!️
summary:
The world has ended. Geralt couldn’t reliably say when it happened, if it was years or perhaps only months ago. Time doesn’t have meaning anymore. Neither does space. Neither does anything else. He doesn’t feel hunger, or exhaustion. Pain, though, is very much still here. It’s everywhere. Pain, and Fear, and Despair.
Not Death, no. Death is too merciful.
Geralt has to find Ciri. He couldn’t save the world, but he won’t leave her alone in the worst version of Hell. When all hope seems lost, help comes from the most unexpected source…
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My partner for this event, Bee, is an absolutely SUPERB writer, and she was a dream to work with. Please check out her wonderful fic if you like ~creepy~ goings-on, Geraskier banter, and dad!Geralt. It’s set in the Magnus Archives universe but you don’t need to be up to date or even be in that fandom to understand what’s happening!
This piece was made as part of the @geraskierreversebang and I really enjoyed working on it, even though it’s a bit different to my normal style.
Thank you so much to the mods for running this event! ️️
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