RequiemForTheWolves

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wonderful and huge, painful and small

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale

Summary:

Admittedly, Stiles had been driving too fast. The adrenaline running through him had made his foot heavier on the gas pedal than usual, Derek’s desperate face still fresh in his mind as he’d thrown Eli at him and begged him to run.

The first of my belated Febuwump 2024 prompt fills.

Read it on AO3

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Stiles, after being sent back in time 10 years and being faced with his husband Derek who now hates him again, rolling up his sleeves: I'm about to speed run this bitch.

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Sneak peak for my next angsty, a/b/o sterek fic but it's just the comments my friend left in my Google doc at 6am

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i saw you all alone against the sky (like i'd known you all along)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale

Summary:

Stiles starts seeing the wolf out of the corner of his eye, like a hallucination. It’s in the woods at the edge of the school parking lot, in the bushes outside his bedroom window at night, behind every tree in the Preserve. Stiles is positive at least half of the instances are just his mind playing tricks on him, a combination of paranoia, Adderall, and sleepless nights either gaming or studying magic tomes lent to him by Deaton. Besides, the wolf looks exactly like the drawing Deaton showed them: massive, black, and with glowing red eyes. It’s not worth telling the pack about, so Stiles keeps it to himself.

Read it on AO3

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Thinking about notoriously stoic Derek Hale being so open and expressive (for him) with his son. Thinking about 19 year old Derek staring at the course catalog at NYU signing up for his next semester classes and putting down Intro to Child Psychology to meet his social sciences requirement because he has the same morbid curiosity we all do of wanting to know why we're fucked up the way we are. Thinking about Derek with baby Eli sitting in a high chair, engaging him and emoting at him because he knows to do otherwise would hurt his pup. Thinking about the rest of the pack being confused because they've never seen Derek like this before and it's kind of creeping them out, meanwhile Stiles, who seems to know more about the Hales than anyone besides the Hales themselves, doesn't know why everyone is so confused, because Derek grew up with a bunch of little siblings and cousins, obviously he's good with kids.

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A sneak peek into my immortal/reincarnation sterek fic, as voted on in the poll I did last week.

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Stiles starts seeing the wolf out of the corner of his eye, like a hallucination. It’s in the woods at the edge of the school parking lot, in the bushes outside his bedroom window at night, behind every tree in the Preserve. Stiles is positive at least half of the instances are just his mind playing tricks on him, a combination of paranoia, Adderall, and sleepless nights either gaming or studying magic tomes leant to him by Deaton.

Besides, the wolf looks exactly like the drawing Deaton showed them: massive, black, and with glowing red eyes. It’s not worth telling the pack about, so Stiles keeps it to himself. 

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Stiles goes back to Derek’s house to help him plant aster, lilac, and sage in his backyard with the hopes of attracting local bees. When the sun becomes unbearable they take a break inside the house and Derek makes them a pitcher of lemonade. While he’s puttering around the kitchen Stiles wanders through uninhabited rooms, fingers lightly trailing along desks and bookshelves piled high with treasure. Derek has traveled to more than just Europe, as is evident by the hand-crafted Chinese teapots on his shelves and the Persian rugs on his walls. When Stiles asks him about this he reveals that his main source of income is from writing history books, and he often travels to the places he’s writing about to better understand the cultural context of what he’s writing. When Stiles meanders innocently through his office he finds stacks of hand-written notes on the uses of public fountains in Turkey, as well as a few old books in Turkish and Greek.

Stiles asks him about this when they sit down in the kitchen to drink their lemonade, and finds out that Derek knows an awful lot about ancient ways of staying cool in hot climates, with lots of particular opinions about the proper construction of courtyards. Stiles stops him halfway through his insistence on the importance of purposely directed airflow to say, “you’re a huge nerd.”

Derek freezes, the hands he was using to demonstrate what he means lingering in the air. 

Stiles straightens in his chair, clearing his throat. “Not, um, not that that’s a bad thing. I mean, I spend most of my free time studying the occult, so…”

Derek lowers his hands. He glances out the window, where the afternoon sun is highlighting their newly planted flowers. “I have a book on the history of the occult in France if you’d like to borrow it.”

“Yeah,” Stiles’ smile bunches up his cheeks, still rosy from the sun and the heat. “That would be awesome.” 

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Stiles is almost positive the wolf isn’t real until it saves him from a harpy. 

A small flock of them had taken residence in the Preserve, no doubt lured in by the beacon of Stiles’ growing power, and the pack had made it their mission to drive them away before anyone got hurt.

Stiles had walked through any and all protests and had joined the pack in the woods armed with his bat and a few handy spells, but sometime during the fight he had gotten separated from the others. He can still hear Isaac’s growls and Erica’s snarls, but they’re too far away to be seen through the trees.

Stiles takes another swing at the harpy, his forearm burning from where it had grabbed him earlier, where its talons had scored into his flesh when he managed to pull away. It dips quickly out of the way, its tawny wing a hair's breadth away from connecting with Stiles’ bat. It flies up again, preparing itself to loop back down with greater momentum.

Stiles readies his bat, shoulders tensed to swing at the monster’s outstretched talons, when he feels a rush of air at the back of his head. He ducks just in time, and another harpy barely misses sinking its claws into Stiles’ scalp. It grabs at his hair instead, wings flapping furiously above him as it yanks him around. He manages to swing blindly up and connect with its chest, knocking it off and loosening its grip so he can pull away.

He ends up crouched on the ground, his free hand clutching his aching head, his weapon hand uselessly hanging at his side. He looks up, and it’s too late to raise his bat to protect himself, to do anything more than flinch back in surprise as the first harpy descends upon him, its human mouth twisted open in a shriek. 

Stiles braces himself for pain, but then a shadow passes over him, something large and snarling leaping at the harpy, plucking it out of the air. When it lands on soft paws it viciously shakes its head back and forth, snapping the harpy’s neck before dropping its mangled body onto the ground. 

For a moment Stiles thinks it must be Scott. What other full-shift werewolf does he know? But then the wolf turns around and he gets a closer look.

Stiles knows the pattern of Scott’s coat, the lighter colored patches around his eyebrows, underbelly, and paws. This wolf is solid black, and much, much larger than Scott. It levels Stiles with glowing red eyes for just a moment before leaping away again, snatching the second harpy out of the air and wringing its neck like the first. By the time it drops to the ground, lifeless, Stiles is back on his feet and has his bat held out in front of him in a defensive position.

The wolf stands a few feet away and doesn’t try to approach. It looks Stiles up and down, assessing, and huffs at whatever conclusion it makes. Clearly Stiles is an idiot. His heart is beating in his throat, his breaths come in ragged pants, and he knows he should be running for his life right now, but he can’t seem to get his feet to move. Instead, he stares death in the face, and death stares back, and seems to find him wanting.

Stiles doesn’t relax his position when the wolf turns and walks away, doesn’t lower his arms until it’s far out of sight. Perhaps it’s waiting for something, as if Stiles’ powers aren’t strong enough for him yet. Either way, it knows where he is now, where to find him when he’s ripe for the picking. Stiles thinks of the legends Deaton told them, of the destruction wrought by the wolf when it arrived only to find the spark already snuffed out, and wonders if this is for the best.

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What sterek fic should I drop a sneak peak for?

It was all a dream

Reincarnated soulmates

Wolf's Rain fusion

Outside POV

Voting ended onNov 24, 2023

I have a handful of fics that are almost done and I'm itching to share. Which one should I post a scene from?

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Been thinking about Bitty getting invited to guest star on some variety competition show where the challenge that week is to bake with those drunk goggles on. They're just making some basic vanilla cupcakes, and he's up against another baking YouTuber and a comedian who appears in every episode to add levity to the competition.

Obviously the comedian isn't doing too great, but that's kind of the whole point of him being there. The other baker isn't doing terribly, just a lot of missing things when he reaches for them or accidentally knocking things over.

Bitty, on the other hand, is absolutely crushing this baking challenge. Not only are his cupcakes fluffy and delicious, he finishes them in like half the time everyone else takes. The channel didn't give them anything to pipe the icing with so he puts his buttercream in a zip lock bag, cuts off one corner, and pipes them to perfection. The whole time he's doing this he's telling a story about how he once made eight pies in one night all between rounds of beer pong. He also talks about the time he made a perfect clafoutis (a type of French fruit tart) on the night the Falconers won the Stanley Cup despite being nearly black out drunk.

Needless to say, Bitty gets invited back three more times to do more drunk baking challenges.

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I just know that as soon as that "I am going to see my husband" Beyoncé sound dropped that Bitty used it ALL the time. Every time he made an insta story of him walking into the Falcs arena it was playing in the background. There are so many tik toks of him zooming in on Jack while he's skating posted with that sound. He made a vlog of him dropping off pb&j ingredients to the team the morning before a game and it played at least 5 separate times in the video.

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Scott, who only has human children: what do you mean you're not doing Santa with Eli??!!

Stiles, holding his four year old: werewolves can hear lies, Scott.

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Absolutely love the minotaur brainrot occurring on Tumblr dot com rn. Please consider mated Sterek who are on one of their usual monster hunts. Word from the Hunter's mouth is that there's a monster in a maze in the New Mexico desert that needs to be put down before it finds its way out, and there's no way in hell Stiles is going to let hunters torture some poor beast that he and Derek can put down humanely.

Unsurprisingly, it's Derek who gets them through the maze. He can smell where the creature is, as well as the paths they've already taken. It still takes them a full day, but by the time the sun is beginning to descend behind tall sandstone walls they come upon the center courtyard of the maze.

There's not much there, a few ragged blankets, a couple of dry patches of grass, a muddy puddle, and a plush lamb that has stuffing spilling out of the seams. In the middle sits a creature with chubby little limbs, a dirty loincloth, and soft brown fur all over its head.

Stiles gasps. "A baby!" Before Derek can stop him he rushes forward, crouching down in front of the child. Before long he's standing up with the small beast on his hip, the baby's big brown cow eyes staring up at him in wonder. "Derek," he says, pleading.

Derek crosses his arms and simply lets this play out.

"We can't just leave him here. Look at him! He's so little. He's not gonna hurt anyone."

"And when his horns come in and he grows bigger than both of us?" Derek asks, as if doesn't already know what his answer will be.

"Who better to teach him control than a werewolf?" Stiles beams.

"And where are you going to keep him? We can't exactly put him in a stroller and walk through town."

Stiles rolls his eyes. "We live in the middle of the woods. It's not like I plan to send him to daycare. We can homeschool."

Derek raises his eyebrows. "Oh can we? You gonna teach a cow to read?"

Stiles huffs. "He's half man, too. You don't know what he's capable of."

"I'm sure you'll surprise me, like always." Derek leans down and picks up the stuffed lamb, brushing off some of the dirt. When he hands it to the baby his little fingers clutch at the matted wool. "Come on. We need to get going if we're gonna make it out of here by sunrise."

Stiles leans in close, kisses him on the cheek, and follows him out of the maze.

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Wrote this silliness for my bestie @wearenot-monster​ this morning and decided to share. For reference sterek are in their 30s and just moved back to Beacon Hills.

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Stiles pulled the ice cream scoop out from under the stream of hot water, shaking it a few times before he dug into the tub of vanilla. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Scott walk into the kitchen, depositing his and Kira's plates into the sink. 

"Hey, can you look in the fridge for me?" Stiles asked as he plopped a big scoop of ice cream into a bowl. "I should have a jar of macerated strawberries in there." 

Scott stopped halfway to the fridge. His eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. "You-" he paused for a moment, unsure of his next words. "You masturbated some strawberries?" 

Stiles smiled at him, warmth filling his chest and amusement tickling his cheeks. "I've really missed you, buddy." 

Scott's expression shifted, opening up into something genuine. "Aw, I missed you too, dude." 

Stiles stepped away from the kitchen island and the half full bowls of ice cream to reach into the fridge. He pulled out a repurposed jam jar full of sliced strawberries swimming in their own sugary syrup. He shook it at Scott before placing it down on the counter. "Masturbated strawberries." 

Scott's eyebrows rose in surprised intrigue, and he gave a soft, "oh," but didn't question Stiles further. 

Once Stiles was done divvying out ice cream, fruit, and chocolate syrup, he and Scott carried the bowls into the dining room. As soon as Stiles saw Derek it was clear he was trying to hold in his laughter, his head tilted down and lips pressed tightly together. Thankfully Kira and Isaac were too busy talking to each other to notice. 

Stiles took his seat next to Derek and elbowed him in the ribs. Derek, as usual, was completely unaffected, but at least had the dignity to lean into Stiles and hide his snickering with a kiss to his cheek. "Aren't you glad we moved back home?" he whispered into his mate's ear.

Stiles stabbed at his dessert with a spoon. "Of course. It's nice to see some things never change."

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    Ok but do you know what kind of fic I really want to read? A modern!geraskier AU where Jaskier doesn’t really get along with his family. They’re just well off enough that it’s made them snooty, and after university Jask realized that he actually has absolutely nothing in common with them. Not to mention that they frequently enjoy reminding him that he’s the least successful of all of the grandkids, not only business wise but also personally since he’s the last one left unmarried and three of his cousins already have children. To top it all off, Valdo Marx, his mentally abusive, manipulative ex has been dating his sister for the past three years and shows up to all the family gatherings, and even though all the comments are underhanded and masked under upper crust fake politeness he absolutely dreads going to see his family every Christmas and Easter. The only reason he goes at all is because, despite the way that they look down on his profession, his family has enough money to spare that they helped him get his little music store off the ground, and Jaskier feels that financial burden like a chain around his neck so when they say “Christmas starts at 10am” he says “what kind of pie am I bringing this year?”

    Ok so enter Geralt. He and Jaskier have been dating for just over 2 years now and things are getting pretty serious. (I mean they’ve always been serious Geralt is incapable of doing anything not serious but it’s been long enough that they’ve finally agreed that Geralt should probably find out what kind of family he’s hoping he’ll be marrying into soon). After much persuasion (Geralt) and whining (Jaskier) they’ve agreed that Geralt will be coming to the Lettenhove Christmas party this year. Which is all well and good except Jaskier is terrified because his family is going to talk about how much of a loser he is, as always, and Geralt is going to hear this and finally realize how much better he can do than Jaskier and is going to leave him and Jaskier is going to be crying into his pumpkin pie for the foreseeable future because Geralt is kind of the love of his life and his family is going to ruin that for him. Jaskier is a ball of anxiety the week leading up to Christmas. He ruins 2 pies before Geralt finally steps in and helps him prepare a passable one for the party. He’s practically shaking as he leads Geralt up the driveway to his grandmother’s large estate despite his boyfriend’s steady arm around his waist. 

    Geralt, on the other hand, walks up the icy driveway like he’s preparing to go to war. He’s heard many a story about Jaskier’s shitty family that the other man has laughed off like it was nothing and he’d honestly love to give them all a punch in the nose. Because, well, the one thing Jaskier isn’t taking into account right now is that Geralt loves his colorful little music man more than life itself and he will not tolerate a word against him unless it’s coming out of Geralt’s own mouth thank you. 

    And like, yea Jaskier knows Geralt loves him but he’s kind of shit with words so he’s never really expressed how much before (unlike Jaskier, who wrote Geralt a love song for their first anniversary that Geralt is honestly still way too soft about). But Jaskier is the one who brought music and color and love into Geralt’s life. Before Jaskier, Geralt only talked to the horses he trained and occasionally his brothers, but now because of him he’s made friends with Yennefer and the lovely old man who works in Jaskier’s music shop, Borch. Instead of sitting at home alone most nights he goes to open mics and listens to his boyfriend sing silly love songs as him and his new friend Mousesack try to drink each other under the table. Jaskier has brought noise into his life that he didn’t realize he needed until he got it, and if his boyfriend ever asked him to kill someone he would do it no questions asked so it would really be in Jaskier’s family’s best interest to not say anything bad about the man where Geralt can hear because, unlike them, he doesn’t give a shit about masking insults behind fake politeness and if Valdo Marx ever makes Jaskier cry again Geralt will be spending his night hiding a body. 

    Anyway, all of this is to say that Geralt doesn’t leave Jaskier’s side for a moment the entire party and wears what Jaskier has named his “scary face” anytime someone besides his boyfriend is talking. Thankfully most of his work is done through posturing alone, though the few insults he manages to land when someone tries to send a snide remark Jaskier’s way make his boyfriend absolutely beam with joy and cling to Geralt’s arm even tighter. And if Geralt manages to corner Valdo at one point for a little one on one talk then well, that can just stay between the two of them. 

    So yea, if anyone has written something even remotely close to this idea pls let me know because I am dying to read it.

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Ok here you go; https://archiveofourown.org/works/27439435 Sorry it doesn’t have all the details you mentioned in it but I hope you like it anyway :D

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Holy shit I’m just now seeing this bc I never check tumblr AAAHHHHHH I can’t wait to read this this is the best thing ever!!!!

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Ok so an AU that I’ve been really soft for recently is modern Nanny!Jaskier. Like Geralt is a single dad and he’s having so much trouble getting Ciri into a decent pre-k. Most of them are so expensive and the ones that actually charge a decent rate fill up so fast. He can’t keep passing her around between his brothers and father whenever he has to go into work though and he really needs to go back full time. He still has two years until she’s old enough to start first grade at the local elementary school and until then he desperately needs someone who can keep her during the day.

    Enter Jaskier, who is currently working towards his masters in music theory and composition and who recently got fired from the music store he worked at the past four years when it shut down. Since then he’s been taking odd jobs just trying to keep his head above water, and after he spends a week kid-sitting Eskel’s goats while he’s out of town he gets put in touch with Geralt who is looking for a nanny for his four year old daughter. 

    At first Geralt is wary of just letting some stranger keep his daughter all alone during the day, no matter how good Eskel claims he was with the goats. He runs a background check though and they have a few “play dates” where Geralt can watch Jaskier and Ciri in action and he’s pleased to find that not only is Jaskier attentive and gentle without letting Ciri walk all over him, but he’s also energetic and playful and has tons of games that they can play together (thank you Pinterest). After a week of Geralt being cautious and over protective he finally agrees to hire Jaskier full-time. 

    Jaskier loves his job because despite the occasional tantrums and messes he has to clean up he gets to spend most of his days doing fun stuff with the most adorable little girl in the world and Geralt is super sweet and chill and hot and he even makes sure to come home early the two days a week that Jaskier has night classes just so he doesn’t have to rush on his way to the university. 

    Obviously this whole thing is ridiculously fluffy and soft and filled with all kinds of unresolved sexual tension because it’s bad to hit on your boss, right? Right? Some of the greatest hits include the time that Ciri told Jaskier early on in his job that her dad fights people for a living and Jaskier got to have a minor crisis on whether he was watching an MMA fighter’s kid who would totally kick his ass if anything happened to his precious daughter, only for this to be resolved when Jaskier finds out that Geralt is a fight choreographer for movies and plays and such (not like that means Geralt can kick his ass any less, but at least all those weapons Jaskier thought were real were actually just very nice props). There’s also the time that Geralt came home to the two of them all sticky and wet because Jaskier was teaching Ciri science that day by doing experiments with mentos and coke and no Jaskier there’s no way I can let you ride the bus home like that, you should use our shower, here are some of my clothes you can wear while yours are in the wash (Geralt nearly has a heart attack even though he was the one to offer all of those things). 

    Of course the lines eventually start to blur. On days where Geralt has to work late he always invites Jaskier to stay for dinner to “further compensate him for his time.” Ciri has grown to love Jaskier so much that she demands he be invited to her birthday party even though it’s on a weekend so he has the day off, and from there it’s easy to also invite Jaskier along to some of their weekend outings to the zoo or the carnival, and no Jaskier I’ve already bought the tickets for all of us, you’re honestly such a big help to me I only wish I could do more. 

    Jaskier starts having a place in more and more of their life (the sexual tension is unbelievable folks) until one day he and Geralt are taking Ciri to first grade orientation together and Jaskier is asking the teacher questions about the curriculum and how they’ve structured the school day in a way that balances the students’ play time with instruction time while Geralt takes Ciri around the classroom to find her desk and check out all the cool blocks and legos they have and it hits Geralt all at once, like fuck, they’re coparenting. This whole time Geralt hasn’t made a move because he didn’t want things to get weird with Jaskier being Ciri’s nanny but also possibly his boyfriend but then he realizes they’ve been basically doing that just without all of the kissing and the sex that usually comes with it. 

    Once Jaskier says yes to the whole dating Geralt bit (or more like “I’ve literally been pinning for you for two years, thanks for finally noticing”) Geralt then has the most wonderfully frustrating conversation with Ciri where he tries to make sure it’s ok with her that he dates her old nanny and she has no idea what he’s talking about because weren’t they dating already? (“It means that Jaskier would spend more time over here, like after school when we have dinner together.” “Doesn’t he already do that?” “We would also go out on dates sometimes, like to the movies or out to eat.” “But we already do that too.” “Yes but this time Jaskier and I would be alone.” “You mean you’re going to the movies without me? But you know how much I love going to the movies!”) Poor Geralt has a headache by the end, but at least Ciri ends up taking it well. 

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I don’t have work today so I’ve decided to take this time to unload all of the geraskier AU ideas that have been running around in my head the past few weeks, so anyway I’d like you to imagine one of those AUs where there are still a lot of witchers and they’ve basically come together within a kingdom of sorts established under a monarchy. Instead of succession going through a bloodline the current reigning monarch will pick a child that has gone through the trials that they see promise in and train them to take over as the next ruler. Before they take over though they must spend a certain number of years out on the Path, that way they have an intimate understanding of what every witcher goes through. 

It is not uncommon for these heirs to find a lover while they are out on the Path that they care enough about to bring back to Kaer Morhen with them, so it is unsurprising when Geralt returns to begin taking his place as king that he has a companion with him. What is surprising, however, is who that companion is. 

Traditionally, the witchers of Kaer Morhen have brought back fellow warriors as their companions. The life of a witcher is tough and dangerous, and they often find themselves drawn to people who can sympathize with the inherent violence that they live with and the sacrifices that they have made in order to fight towards a common goal. There are some exceptions to this rule, of course, but Gerlat’s companion may just be the first bard that Kaer Morhen has ever seen, especially as a King Consort. 

Jaskier isn’t just any old bard, of course. His songs have lifted the witchers’ reputations, have let them sit in a tavern undisturbed with their drink and even granted them a free pint or two. Still, it is...odd to have a King Consort that does not fight, will not join them in training or potion brewing or weapon crafting. That is not to say that Jaskier does not take his job seriously. For the first time in who knows how long there is music in the halls of Kaer Morhen, ballads of brave witchers who finally, finally get to hear their stories be told, their work and pain and heartbreak finally acknowledged and spread into the world as the tales of heroes. Every night the witchers sit in the dinning hall and fill their bellies to the tunes that Jaskier has written just for them. So it’s not that Jaskier is bad, he’s just...different. 

In any keep people will talk, even if those people are witchers, and highly advanced hearing means that gossip travels fast. The witchers may like Jaskier well enough but he is not one of them. He does not know the hum of violence in his bones, does not know the feel of blood under his nails and the piece of yourself you give up in order to protect what matters most. He may sing songs of the wolves, but will he pick up a sword to defend them the way the other consorts have?

As it turns out, yes he will. 

Jaskier’s first summer at Kaer Morhen, while Geralt is completing his final training before he is crowned next winter and while most of the witchers are back out on the Path, is also the summer that an army finally tries to invade the keep. The witchers had grown maybe a bit too complacent in the difficulty of the Trail leading up the mountain, and with their residential numbers so low the army was nearly upon them by the time anyone noticed. 

Of course Geralt rallied all of the witchers left in the keep to defend their home, and were ready to meet the coming army before they reached the front door despite their low numbers. This is, of course, when Jaskier ran from the castle, determined to join the witchers on the front line without even a sword in his hand. Geralt yells at him to get back in the keep where it’s safe, and the other witchers can only watch what they assume to be an idiotic suicide mission. 

That is, until Jaskier suddenly turns into a dragon and burns through the entire front line of the opposing army in a single breath. Dragons can be killed, of course, but the invading army had kitted themselves up with the anticipation of fighting witchers, not dragons. Their defeat is quick and brutal, though also sped along by nearly half of the army deserting once they realized they were expected to weather a rampaging dragon. 

Needless to say, Jaskier’s reputation at Kaer Morhen is never quite the same after that.

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    Ok but do you know what kind of fic I really want to read? A modern!geraskier AU where Jaskier doesn’t really get along with his family. They’re just well off enough that it’s made them snooty, and after university Jask realized that he actually has absolutely nothing in common with them. Not to mention that they frequently enjoy reminding him that he’s the least successful of all of the grandkids, not only business wise but also personally since he’s the last one left unmarried and three of his cousins already have children. To top it all off, Valdo Marx, his mentally abusive, manipulative ex has been dating his sister for the past three years and shows up to all the family gatherings, and even though all the comments are underhanded and masked under upper crust fake politeness he absolutely dreads going to see his family every Christmas and Easter. The only reason he goes at all is because, despite the way that they look down on his profession, his family has enough money to spare that they helped him get his little music store off the ground, and Jaskier feels that financial burden like a chain around his neck so when they say “Christmas starts at 10am” he says “what kind of pie am I bringing this year?”

    Ok so enter Geralt. He and Jaskier have been dating for just over 2 years now and things are getting pretty serious. (I mean they’ve always been serious Geralt is incapable of doing anything not serious but it’s been long enough that they’ve finally agreed that Geralt should probably find out what kind of family he’s hoping he’ll be marrying into soon). After much persuasion (Geralt) and whining (Jaskier) they’ve agreed that Geralt will be coming to the Lettenhove Christmas party this year. Which is all well and good except Jaskier is terrified because his family is going to talk about how much of a loser he is, as always, and Geralt is going to hear this and finally realize how much better he can do than Jaskier and is going to leave him and Jaskier is going to be crying into his pumpkin pie for the foreseeable future because Geralt is kind of the love of his life and his family is going to ruin that for him. Jaskier is a ball of anxiety the week leading up to Christmas. He ruins 2 pies before Geralt finally steps in and helps him prepare a passable one for the party. He’s practically shaking as he leads Geralt up the driveway to his grandmother’s large estate despite his boyfriend’s steady arm around his waist. 

    Geralt, on the other hand, walks up the icy driveway like he’s preparing to go to war. He’s heard many a story about Jaskier’s shitty family that the other man has laughed off like it was nothing and he’d honestly love to give them all a punch in the nose. Because, well, the one thing Jaskier isn’t taking into account right now is that Geralt loves his colorful little music man more than life itself and he will not tolerate a word against him unless it’s coming out of Geralt’s own mouth thank you. 

    And like, yea Jaskier knows Geralt loves him but he’s kind of shit with words so he’s never really expressed how much before (unlike Jaskier, who wrote Geralt a love song for their first anniversary that Geralt is honestly still way too soft about). But Jaskier is the one who brought music and color and love into Geralt’s life. Before Jaskier, Geralt only talked to the horses he trained and occasionally his brothers, but now because of him he’s made friends with Yennefer and the lovely old man who works in Jaskier’s music shop, Borch. Instead of sitting at home alone most nights he goes to open mics and listens to his boyfriend sing silly love songs as him and his new friend Mousesack try to drink each other under the table. Jaskier has brought noise into his life that he didn’t realize he needed until he got it, and if his boyfriend ever asked him to kill someone he would do it no questions asked so it would really be in Jaskier’s family’s best interest to not say anything bad about the man where Geralt can hear because, unlike them, he doesn’t give a shit about masking insults behind fake politeness and if Valdo Marx ever makes Jaskier cry again Geralt will be spending his night hiding a body. 

    Anyway, all of this is to say that Geralt doesn’t leave Jaskier’s side for a moment the entire party and wears what Jaskier has named his “scary face” anytime someone besides his boyfriend is talking. Thankfully most of his work is done through posturing alone, though the few insults he manages to land when someone tries to send a snide remark Jaskier’s way make his boyfriend absolutely beam with joy and cling to Geralt’s arm even tighter. And if Geralt manages to corner Valdo at one point for a little one on one talk then well, that can just stay between the two of them. 

    So yea, if anyone has written something even remotely close to this idea pls let me know because I am dying to read it.

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It’s International Fanworks Day!

Or at least it was, since it’s now past midnight at my house. On my old blog I had an ongoing tradition where on this day every year, to show my appreciation for my fellow fanfic writers, I would post a recommendation list for some fics that I think deserve more love. I adore my fellow creators now just as much as I did then, so I’ll be moving my tradition over to this blog now. The rules: For every ship I read for in the past year post no more than 3 fic recs. It’s always so hard to narrow it down, but if I don’t this post would turn into an absolute monster every time. Of course, I’m always available for more recommendations upon request.

Zimbits:

Excuse Me While I Kiss This Guy by PorcupineGirl

My favorite kind of miscommunication is the hilarious kind, which is exactly what this is. Snowy thinks that Bitty is just Jack’s college friend who he severely underpays for his cooking. Snowy just wants Bitty to know what he’s worth. This fic is funny and cute but also protective Jack in this is so good. This is a fic I’ve come back to read multiple times. Outsider POV.

A Tolerance for Pain by uniqueinalltheworld

Jack and Bitty’s soulmate indicator is that they can feel each other’s pain. At this point Bitty doesn’t even flinch when Jack burns his tongue on his coffee. This of course provides exactly the kind of angst I enjoy, so you can imagine how much I love this fic.

Edible Arrangements by CoffeeStars

As you can see, I quite enjoy outsider POVs. This one also provides wonderful amounts of hilarity. Realistic portrayal of frat boys for sure, the utter chaos one would expect. Hilly is a tadpole and is pretty sure Bitty has a sugar daddy. This fic is very sweet but also makes me laugh a lot.

Spirk:

This pairing in particular was almost impossible to narrow down my choices for.

rhadamanthus by spqr

Set (mostly) just after the events of ST:ID, Jim finds out Spock is trying to access his medical records. I really enjoy the way this fic is told, the way it occasionally jumps around in the timeline to specific points. For a short fic it does a very good job of bringing up some very intense emotions, and I’m always a slut for Spock finding out about Tarsus.

Echolocation by Darksknight

Super cute fic. Plays on the idea of Vulcan mental bonds in a really adorable way. Definitely a fic I’ve read multiple times at this point. Jim and Spock’s bond is affecting them in ways they don’t even realize, but the crew certainly does.

A Monument to All Your Sins by sinestrated

Oh the protective Spock is so good in this fic. The angst is exactly what I signed up for, and Spock being full willing to commit murder for Jim always hits so good. After the events of ST:ID Jim is asked to retake the Kobayashi Maru. Spock is very not pleased at the effect this has on his t’hy’la.

Reylo:

Soul Searching by OptimisticBeth

This was actually the very first Reylo fic I ever read and really set the tone of the pairing for me tbh. I totally blame this fic for my obsession with Modern AUs for this pairing now. I’ve found perfection once and I’ve been searching for it again ever since. For real though I felt that the characters were captured really well in this fic, especially since they were ported over into an AU, and the plot is super original and handled very well in my opinion. There’s angst, there’s fluff, I laughed, I cried, it hit the whole range of my emotions. Rey is in high school when she finds out she’s soulmates with her English teacher. This goes about as well as you’d expect.

The Trail Bride by SecretReyloTrash (BadOldWest)

I actually just finished reading this fic a few days ago and it was a wild ride from start to finish. I took a lot of joy in telling my friends I was reading an Oregon Trail AU, but also just really enjoyed reading this fic. The author obviously knows the details of the story’s setting very well (I certainly learned a few things), and Rey and Ben both experience very well done character development throughout the course of the fic. Another fic where I’ve been made to feel a lot of different emotions and loved every minute of it. Rey’s husband dies on the trail, and unfortunate circumstances lead her to needing a new one quick. Of all the available bachelors, Ben Solo looks to be the least terrible.

Until You by Ever-so-reylo (Ever_So_Reylo)

I feel like this fic just really cuts to the core of why I enjoy Reylo, which is Ben Solo saying “I hate literally everyone except for my wife.” This fic really captures the essence of that and delivers it in a pure, concentrated dose, which is something I really appreciate. An ABO Modern AU where the rules around caring and keeping Omegas are very strict and Ben will ignore as many of them as he has to in order to make his mate happy.