Hyper Fixations

They/Them. Queer. 24. PhD candidate. too many fandoms and too many ships.

[friskyfixations]

Geraskier Modern Biker AU

I’m walking my dogs this morning and was struck with how perfect a Geralt/Jaskier biker AU would be. Some thoughts:

The Witchers are a local biker gang who congregate at the Kaer Morhen Bar thats owners by Vesemir.

The bar has a terrible reputation in town because “omg scary big men in leather” are not meant for this small town

Oh, and did I mention Geralt is a bounty hunter? I feel like that fits. He travels during the week on his bike hunting down people who miss their court dates, open warrants, whatever

One weekend he comes back after chasing down a particularly difficult man. He just wants to sit in the corner booth and drink and eat the shitty greasy food Eskel is putting out from the kitchen. The rain is coming down hard and he’s lucky he got there early because every biker in the state must have pulled over here to escape the weather so it’s packed

But then the door swings open and in comes a drenched to the bone Jaskier carrying a guitar and shitty little backpack. Jaskier looks so out of place, eyeliner running down his cheeks and his scarf clinging to his neck

He glances around and figures at least it’s dry and warm here. He gets himself a drink and then shuffled around looking for a seat. The only place that looks like it’s not a rowdy group that has space is, of course, Geralt’s booth.

Jaskier slides in without even asking. He’s shivering. He’s tired. But goddamn if that isn’t the hottest guy he’s ever seen sitting across from him and oh my god how did he not notice he was going to sit across from man like that?

I don’t know where else this would go but I kinda just love the idea of hard exterior biker Geralt and liberal arts college student Jaskier who got kicked out by his family for being bi and he just wants some love. The Witchers adopt Jaskier and he falls in love with Geralt who he thinks doesn’t even pay attention to him. But Geralt just doesn’t think his lifestyle is suited to Jaskier who he knows needs some stability after everything he’s been through.

Then Geralt becomes the guardian of Ciri when her grandmother, matriarch of The Pride biker gang, passes away. Geralt can’t imagine why he is the guardian but he thinks it maybe has to do with the one time he stood up for Calanthe when she and her girls were getting bashed by some skinhead for being an all female gang.

Well now that he has Ciri he should settle down, right? He opens a mechanics shop and then is around more and gets a little house (and a cat named roach) and maybe he can woo Jaskier now. But he doesn’t know how.

Cue awkward wooing, misunderstandings, confused Jaskier and intervening witchers who just want these two idiots to get together.

Yup that’s it. That’s the post.

[dillyt]

well the horrors may be beyond YOUR comprehension, but I comprehend them perfectly

[wizard-email]

[techno-poet]

[techno-poet]

you know what? that’s fair

[mashadpotato-deactivated2023043]

i don’t need therapy i have this

[ghostofwhipstaff]

Steve: So I’m in love with him. Billy.

Robin: Billy? Max’s brother?

Steve: Yeah- Thoughts?

Robin: And prayers.

[sexwithstilinskiandhale]

me reading a slow burn with an idiots to lovers trope

[maentisiw]

steddie + same ref challenge 💕

[djo]

You’re not a freak. Yeah, I am.

[nicostiel]

Eddie Munson + Text Posts ♡

[its-surprising]

modern hawkins has pretty shit internet

[wixiany]

Not to be that person, but if Stranger Things ends up with Steve and Nancy getting back together, either Will or Robin dead, no ronance, no steddie, no byler, nothing beyond ‘up to interpretation’ of Will’s sexuality, Mike and El happy together… I don’t know, as a queer person, I will be upset. 

[lev-calder-deactivated20230421]

totally correct stranger things quotes | 1/∞

[tuvens]

after 8392 bissexual awakening!steve harrington fanfics, i've come to the conclusion that there are close to 0 fics where he's just like. welp. it is what it is. guess i like guys now (specially cute metalheads with big brown eyes and nice full lips) while eddie is freaking the fuck out bc king steve the hair harrington is giving him moon eyes and pulling a bedroom face from across the room at him while he's just trying to lead a campaign, yknow? give me eddie munson being a mess. give me manwhore steve harrington. cmon guys i know u can do it

[evavalor]

underrated trope: “i’ve lost my memory and idk who you are but i just have this feeling that i’m supposed to trust you”

[meg-moira]

This - but the feeling is absolutely, completely, 100% wrong.

Person 1: “I don’t know what it is about you…I just know that I can trust you.”

Person 2, their actual, literal worst enemy: “Excuse me, what?”

Cue enemies to friends to lovers speedrun.

[cherryjuicegf]

is he... you know *gets heartbroken by another man, helps marginalized groups, fears they'll come for him too because of "otherness"*... an artist?

[julek]

“Sing me a song,” Geralt whispers into Jaskier’s thigh. “Please.”

Jaskier looks down at him. “What kind of song?”

“A soft one.”

They’re still tipsy from the festivities — had walked into town just as everyone had been hanging lanterns and tuning their instruments — and even though they should be sleeping, Geralt can’t find it in himself to be tired. Not yet, not like this: with Jaskier’s hand in his hair, smoothing out the pattern he’d braided into it earlier, the soft cotton of his sleep trousers a gentle pillow for his head.

“My voice is a bit hoarse,” Jaskier points out quietly, but Geralt can feel him sitting up a bit straighter. “It’ll hardly be a grandiose concert.”

“Mm.”

Fishing for compliments, his bard. He should not give in. He makes a habit of not giving in for a reason.

“They all are.”

“They all are what, dearest?”

“Grandiose concerts.”

Jaskier jostles him a bit, puffing his chest with pride. It fills the room, his ego (and it smells like roses and basil leaves, and Geralt loves it, and him, but he knows he shouldn’t feed it often, lest it become a beast he must slash away) and he claps Geralt on the shoulder. “Well, then! If you insist on me showcasing my talents, then I shall not leave you wanting, Witcher o mine.”

Geralt tries to roll his eyes — he really does! — but maybe it’s all that drink that’s made its way into his brain and is slowing his movements down, because, instead of his trademark-eyeroll, a smile dripping with fondness makes its way to his mouth.

(He should really check what kind of wine it was that they drank).

Jaskier’s fingers drum a simple, soundless beat on Geralt’s shoulder, and slowly his voice fills the room. It’s a bit hoarse, just as Jaskier had predicted, but it adds an edge to the honey-soft words that fall from his mouth. Geralt doesn’t really know what he’s saying — can’t really focus right now — but it’s a tender thing; slow and flowing like fallen leaves following a sunbeam on a stream.

It’s gentle. Good.

His eyes close without him ever meaning to, and suddenly there are hands in his hair and music in his ears and love in his heart and he knows, with absolute certainty, that this is where he belongs.

This is where he must stay.

“That was it, my love,” Jaskier murmurs when the song ends, voice rougher than before. “Did you like it?”

Geralt turns his head to look up at him. “I love you.”

Jaskier has a dimple on his left cheek. It deepens when he smiles. “A song was all it took?”

Geralt smiles, too. Dimple-less, but true all the same. “It was over for me when you offered me day-old moldy bread from your dusty pockets.”

Jaskier flicks him in the forehead, leaning down to kiss him anyway. Their mouths meet, their teeth clacking together because Jaskier can’t quite contain his laughter, and it’s far from their finest kiss, but somehow it is the best they’ve ever had — because they’re in a small bed in a small inn, with wine stains on their shirts and rose-tinted cheeks and Jaskier’s hair is falling in his eyes and Geralt can’t quite make his hand push it back, because they’re laughing too much and he’s a bit tipsy and too much in love.

“We should go to bed,” he says, even though they’re both wide awake.

“We should, old man,” Jaskier says with a smile, his fingers carding through Geralt’s hair. “I love you too, you know.”

Geralt closes his eyes, smiles back. “I know.”

They’re still smiling when a gentle, slightly off-kilter Aard blows out the candles on the nightstand. Geralt accidentally tickles Jaskier’s side and gets a kick to the shin for his troubles, and they’re laughing so hard they almost fall off the bed, twice. And when they’re finally settled, when it all seems to have died down, Jaskier snorts a laugh into Geralt’s hair and it gets them going again.

This is where they belong.

This is where they must stay.

[abc-ok]

I'm actually on vacation but I can't STOP draw this.....

[darkverrmin]