5 Works by MegaAna135
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Forget-You-Nots by MegaAna135
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski
09 Feb 2022
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Throughout their travels, Jaskier and Geralt give each other little gifts to remind the other they think of them. After the Mountain, Geralt has to find a way to repair what he'd shattered with a child and fuming bard in tow on the long journey back to Kaer Morhen and an even longer winter.
Are they just gifts, or a tradition born of something more? Can Geralt get his shit together? Can Jaskier forgive him? Will Ciri's efforts to get these knuckleheads together be successful? And why does Priscilla insist on not leaving the two idiots alone?
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There is a dusty saddle bag, wound tightly and carefully closed. Every jostle sends the sound of trinkets and knick-knacks floating through the air. It’s straps are fraying, color leached out from exposure, and seams fit to bursting from the weight of its contents. It has been used time after time, to store and store things that very well may only see the continents corners when it is opened. The dried flowers pressed between pages and smoothed glass stones may never feel the heat of hands holding them after they are placed inside.It sits. It waits for a day when it will be emptied, when it will be given.
A day that may never come at all.Series
- Part 1 of Forget-Me-Not
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Let There Be Hotel Complaints And Grievences Raised by MegaAna135
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski
07 Feb 2021
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Summary: Geralt gets tied up and used by his lark and brothers. That's it. That's the fic. Don't ask me to explain my filth, because I can't and I wont.
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Loving Jaskier was, to no one’s surprise, easy.
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Which was how Geralt found himself in his current, for lack of better words, position.
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He was vulnerable, on display, with every inch of his skin exposed and tingling from the slight draft in the keep leaving goosebumps where Lambert and Eskel were currently stood, naked on either side gently trailing their fingertips up and down the Witcher’s abdomen. -
Shall I Compare Thee To A Shitty Poem by MegaAna135
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
08 Apr 2017
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Lance can't write poetry, Keith can and these boys are both pining messes.
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It wasn't like Keith hadn't expected this to happen. It wasn't like his life wasn't a literal train wreck all hours of the day, so why would night be any different, right? All he'd wanted was a calm night in with his friends, listen to Hunk and Pidge argue over the schematics of a robot they were trying to build, maybe try to convince Shiro that of course mothman is real, look at the evidence Shiro! Later on him and Lance would get into some bullshit argument that would have nothing to do with what the actual conversation was about, and Keith would pine over how passionate Lance would get when he'd yell or how Keith could see the faded freckles across his cheek because the man had no concept of personal space when his "honor" was on the line.
But that wasn't the point. No, the point was Keith was stuck with this dumb crush that was quickly spiraling out of control and it was all because of Lance. If the idiot had kept his mouth shut, Keith wouldn't be going over every interaction in his head a million times over and wishing he'd done something sooner.
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"Im afraid my Shack will be gone." Lance's chest rumbled and Keith heard a choked laugh at the attempt to cheer him up. Good, usually it was Lance joking with a falling apart Keith. It felt nice to finally be a comfort to the blue paladin.
(Or Lance is afraid to go home and Keith tries to comfort him)