dragonlady7

twofer i hope, this blistering pace brought to you by having slogged unproductively for so long LOL, you got to have friends tho, meet death sitting, peace-tied

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heh I screencapped this and stuck it into a doc with co-conspirator akilah12902 https://tmblr.co/mmG9gp3S698rFJImW-pcxgg and said

The followup ask made me think more about not their first time ever-ever but their first time post-ex-foltest which is far juicier

A answered: Oh definitely. I mean. To be fair, their first time was probably Geralt getting raped, even if nobody involved quite thought of it that way.

(Of course, I answered stele3’s follow up ask privately so as not to spoil this uhhhh eventual surprise, and thus have no record of it, because that’s how Tumblr rolls, so who knows, but I do have this record that the conversation occurred, for what it’s worth. LOL.)

So anyway we wound up writing the first time Geralt and Roche fuck after Foltest gets assassinated, and it did turn out juicy, and what’s more, it’s the first of a pair of what accidentally became Witcher 2 Service Top Geralt: The Duology, just to tease at what else is forthcoming. bittylildragon https://tmblr.co/mFZ-dyX2gnK2QUR8N-lH5pA did the beta-reading on this one, but has done the bulk of the writing of the sequel, which deals with An Related Topic but not this exact thing, and in fact I’m not even sure I merit a coauthor credit at this point. But we shall see how that develops, it’s still under steam. The immediate thing today is this one:

A Wake, on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/38162974

“I know you want me to hurt you,” Geralt said, “but I don’t want to do that.”

Roche’s eyes were so deep-set, his habitual expression so narrow-gazed, that it was always almost a shock when he went wide-eyed, which he tended to do in bed. He gazed up at Geralt, eyes dark as velvet, and said, “Why wouldn’t you?”

Geralt leaned his forehead down against Roche’s, letting the hand that was in his hair slide down to the base of the man’s skull, cradling his head. “Vernon,” he murmured. “Me hurting you won’t fix anything, it’ll only make me feel like shit.”

“You should feel like—” Roche started, but his voice cracked in the middle of the word.

“Will that fix anything?” Geralt said dryly.

“Nothing will fix anything,” was the answer, a little desperate and choked.

“No,” Geralt said, and bent to kiss him, steadfastly keeping it gentle.

(the bestworst part, if you want to think about it too hard, is that as you play Witcher 2, if you choose Iorveth’s path, as we are for the purposes of this story continuity, then that means that like literally a couple of days after this Geralt throws Iorveth his sword and goes and defects from Roche’s side to help the Scoia'tael, so just like– really imagine that, as you’re reading this, for extra flavor, and then going forward as you read the later encounters– chefkiss.) (Your picture was not posted)