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[shalida]

Let The Right One In (2008)

[emeraldxphoenix]

“You’re here. You waited.” Truth be told, the trickster isn’t sure what possesses him to speak those words. Had they come from anyone else’s lips he would have mocked them without hesitation, but from his own they hold more meaning than he’s willing to admit. Loki has no real idea how long it has been since he was last on Asgard, playing Odin in public while finally settling into gentle, hazy love in private – since then his existence has been turned on its head more times than he can count, he has sunk to the lowest depths imaginable just to survive, and hope of ever seeing Sigyn again has crumbled to dust. She deserves so much better than him.

Then @victoriousfidelity speaks. “I would have waited five hundred more years for you. A thousand years.”

Loki’s face contorts in an unidentified emotion. He needs to go, he knows that; a battle for survival rages around them, and the trickster has been tasked with bringing it all to an end. (Funny, after all the time Odin spent trying to avoid Ragnarok, that his adopted son should be the one to willingly cause it. Isn’t there a prophecy about that somewhere?) But before him is the wife he had feared dead, and he is both ashamed and elated to be able to look in her eyes once more.

Fists clench, eyes flashing green as he summons a dagger and hurls it at an undead soldier headed for their direction. If only he could pause time, if only he never had to let her go again. But the Norns have never been so kind, not to him. 

A gasping inhale and a rush of adrenaline, and the god steps forward, stretching out needy arms to pull his wife against his chest. She’s here, she’s safe, she’s alive.

[illithidprone]

Help I have fallen helplessly in love with the Black And White Knight and idk what to do with myself now 😔

Also look at my dragon slaying dagger hehe

[amoderndreamletdown]

So I made this post a few days ago so, I present: The ballgowns and daggers I think Triple Threat would own

Julie:

Flynn

Carrie

[confessions-of-a-bookworm]

Narnia Incorrect Quotes 38/?

Lucy: I'm going to defeat you with the power of love and friendship.

Lucy: Oh, and also with this dagger I have.

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

A Wound to Heal

based on this idea that my lovely friend sol over at @broken-horn sent me the other day...just a test ficlet don’t get TOO excited yet 

also the “My Immortal” by Evanescence vibes that come with this concept? impeccable. glorious vibes, fam

tw: blood mention, knife wound, bleeding

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Jaskier screamed and threw himself in front of his Witcher without a second thought, effectively blocking the blade that would have certainly entered Geralt’s vulnerable, unarmed ribcage and pierced his heart. Instead it cut a gash across the troubadour’s upper arm and part of his shoulder, glancing off him and forcing Geralt’s attacker to reassess his position. 

Giving Geralt enough time to attack.

Jaskier all but forgot about the wound in the following struggle; it was small enough to be wrapped or sewn shut. It would be an easy fix.

He could survive this, but even a Witcher would have likely died from a knife to the chest.

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“It won’t stop bleeding!” Geralt cried, wrapping the wound in layer upon layer of bandages. “Jaskier, I’ve never seen anything like this before!”

“The dagger,” the bard wheezed from his prone position on the ground. He pointed toward the mage’s abandoned weapon. “Is it poisoned?”

“Fuck.”

Geralt crawled quickly to the fallen mage’s bloody knife. He didn’t even need to bend all the way down to catch a whiff of powerful magic. Whatever damage this blade had done to Jaskier, it wouldn’t be fixable anytime soon. Not without the help of Yen or Triss, and they were both busy dealing with diplomatic magical shit on opposite ends of the Continent. 

“What is it, Geralt? You’ve gone all still and silent on me, Witcher, and you know how that makes me nervous.”

“It’s magic.”

“What? A little louder, dear heart. I don’t have your tragically enhanced hearing.”

Geralt whipped his head around and bellowed out, “It’s magic! What didn’t you understand about that the first time?”

Jaskier looked mortified and so, so sad; Geralt physically flinched back when he met the bard’s eyes with his own. 

“I’m so sorry, Jaskier. That was no way for me to behave,” he apologized, making his way back to his injured companion’s side. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. Especially not because I’m frustrated with myself.”

“What’s got you so frustrated, love?”

“The mage put a powerful spell on this blade, Jaskier. He was intent on killing that Princess no matter how things had shaken out with his original plan. Even a papercut with this knife would have likely led to her eventual death.”

“...What kind of spell is it, Geralt? Am I going to die, too?”

“Probably not, knowing you,” the Witcher teased. Jaskier released a shaky but relieved breath. The Witcher wouldn’t joke if Jaskier was really going to die. He’d be panicking; Geralt always panicked in the face of any non-monster based threat. “With your springy, easy-loving heart you’ll be cured in a week, tops.”

“What about my heart will heal this magical - and still bleeding, mind you, - cut on my arm?”

“You’ll only be bleeding for as long as you have a broken heart. Surely you’ll be in love with a new person by next week, writing ballads about their fair hair and shining eyes like you do when we pass through every other town or village.”

“Very funny,” the bard huffed a laugh. “I’m glad to see that my generous approach to affection is so funny to you. Now let’s get to an inn. I’m freezing and there’s blood all over my arm. It’s still not stopping.”

“I’ll send word to Yen. Maybe she knows a poultice or something that will speed things along to slow the bleeding down while you heal.”

“Thank you, Geralt. I appreciate it.”

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I’ll need to head back to Oxenfurt as soon as possible, Jaskier thought. He was sleeping on the edge of the bed, his injured arm hanging off the side and halfway into a bucket so that blood wouldn’t drip all over the mattress and floor. Otherwise Geralt will notice that the wound isn’t closing. Having him nearby probably isn’t helping either. I can just contact Yennefer myself using the school’s messenger service.

Jaskier decided to pack up the next morning and head to his old stomping grounds alone. It was still early autumn but the troubadour couldn’t risk the Witcher finding out just how broken his heart really was. Just how broken it was likely to stay.

Maybe, the bard thought as he rolled his shirtsleeve up over the lump of bandages, I can survive this. 

He let his gaze sweep over Geralt, whose face was peaceful in the midst of sleep. His hair was fanned out and messy against the cheap straw-and-feather pillow provided by the inn but he was so beautiful like that. His lips were slightly parted and one of his arms was thrown up over his head, revealing the lines of one strong, well-muscled arm. An arm that could wield a sword as easily as a child swirled a feather through the air.

I can probably survive this, the bard amended. And if I don’t, well, at least it will not have been for nothing. 

[a-u-prompts]

do you guys have any enemies to lovers prompts? I love that trope so much and I wanna write something for it for a ship I like but I have no ideas

- “I was wondering where you were. You doing okay? I’ve been noticing a distinct lack of daggers to my throat recently.”

- “It’ll be like the old times! Y’know, like how every time we saw each other we always tried to kill each other, like a date.” 

- “When this is all over, do you think you can still do it? End what we have for the sake of our country?” “...” “Maybe it’s for the best that it’s my hands that will take your life.”

- ”This changes nothing. I’m still going to beat you.” “Love you see you try.”

- “You ever think about how we could have met differently?” “You mean by not hating each other? Nah, I have fond memories, wouldn’t really have it any other way.”

- “Look, I hate you, but we gotta team up or else.” “So... there’s a ‘we’ now, huh?”

- “I have intense feelings for you, but I’m not telling you which ones.” (pretty sure this is a tumblr shit post haha)

- “In no reality will it ever be possible that they are my soulmate... Fuck.”

[jitteryjive]

lock the doors and close the blinds, we’re going for a ride!

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anyways! finally made refs for fantasy au Ode and Sea Captain, evil sailors :)