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Feelings? (let's not talk about them) by neverafuckgiven
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
26 May 2020
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Geralt and Eskel have been sitting across from each other for ten minutes and they haven’t said a word to each other. They’re at their usual table in the back of Rosemary and Thyme, tucked away from the large windows; from experience, Geralt knows their food will be out any second now.
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Eskel and Geralt are just trying to have lunch. They're joined by two very special guests.
Set in my Apartment AU.
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- Part 5 of The Apartment AU
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No Use Denying by neverafuckgiven
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
27 Apr 2020
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It’s the night before Jaskier’s birthday when he gets drunk and mentions it in front of Geralt and Yennefer. He doesn’t mean to, of course, but, you know, he’s four cups in, feeling a bit sorry for himself, and he doesn’t even realize they’re there. He’s trying to wax poetic to the bartender, which is what one does when they feel this way, and possibly chat up the lovely blonde woman next to him. She makes a comment about helping him celebrate when both she and the bartender make themselves scarce.
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It's another year of helpless pining and Jaskier just wants to forget about it all and enjoy his birthday. But, of course, that's not going to happen.
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Blessed Guidance by neverafuckgiven
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
15 Apr 2020
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Geralt stumbles upon the old, abandoned altar right beside the cliff’s edge. He’s just killed a basilisk and destroyed its eggs and nest when his medallion starts humming, heats up, alerting him to magic swirling in the air. He’s on guard, always, and, with steel sword drawn, he creeps closer.
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Geralt picks up a magic item. He spends an inordinate amount of time time panicking because nice things start happening to him.
Of course, he realizes not everything is about him. But it all works out in the end.
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To and Fro by neverafuckgiven
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
25 Mar 2020
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Geralt’s watching that baking program when he hears shouting from Jaskier’s apartment. He crinkles his brow and glances at the clock on the wall. 8:15. Jaskier keeps unusual hours and it’s not like Geralt’s judging, but at this time, Jaskier’s either already out of the building or asleep. Or at least, that’s what he suspects. Nevertheless, there is never any sound coming out of that apartment regardless of whether Jaskier’s there or not.
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Jaskier has car trouble. Geralt drives him to work. Ciri makes an appearance. Conversations are had. Feelings are kind of discussed.
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- Part 4 of The Apartment AU
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We Can Go All Night (Not Jaskier Though. He's Tired) by neverafuckgiven
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
28 Feb 2020
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Jaskier’s pretty sure he’s going to die.
He’s going to die in this bed with Geralt’s mouth on his throat and Geralt’s cock in his ass.
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This is just porn. Literally no plot. At all.
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The Apartment AU by neverafuckgiven
Fandom The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
26 May 2020
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Prince Daeron Targaryen has spent years drowning his prophetic dragon dreams in Arbor Gold and smothering his royal Omega scent in wood-ash and tavern grime. To the world, he is a disappointment; to himself, he is a man running out of time. But when his latest bender in a roadside hovel goes south, it’s the towering hedge knight, Duncan the Tall, who drags him from the shadows.
Dunk is a True Alpha with a heart as heavy as his shield, but the moment the wine-soaked mask slips, he is faced with a scent and a pull he cannot ignore. Trapped together in a cramped room as the rain falls and a pre-heat rises, the class divide between a penniless knight and a desperate prince begins to shatter. Daeron doesn't want to be saved, and Dunk shouldn't be the one to claim him, but in the heat of a single night, instincts prove louder than vows.
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26 Feb 2026
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In the shadowed archway overlooking jasmine-choked gardens, Daeron leaned against warm stone and closed his eyes.
The dream-kiss lingered on his mouth.
"daeron dreaming about kissing dunk then waking up and having a wait a damn minute moment" - @gothemond
Bookmarked by neverafuckgiven
20 Feb 2026
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the dragon rider. by lieutenant412
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
13 Feb 2026
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it was a quiet night, drunken lonely prince daeron and his hedge knight who need to take care of him.
sorry if a cuntboy makes someone uncomfy, i just love boy's pussy a little too much.
also, this is porn without plot. HAHAthis is my first fanfic in ao3 and english is not my fist language. i hope you enjoy.
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17 Feb 2026
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Boy, I'm Looking For A Fire (I'm Only Asking For Desire) by acestyx
Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game)
26 Nov 2025
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“Look.” he continued, hands raised in surrender. “You’re pissed. I get it. As you know, the rest of my day wasn’t that fucking great either.”
He nodded towards the corner of the ceiling, where one of several small CCTV cameras sat. “But if you’re going to incinerate me, could you at least do it in a blind spot? I don’t exactly want my charred corpse caught in 4k.”
Flambae glanced around at the cameras, puffing out a warm, steady breath. He met Robert’s gaze again, hot embers burning beneath his glare. Flambae’s other fist curled, trembling slightly.
Robert licked his lips and braced, fully expecting to have to come up with a brand new excuse tomorrow for why his nose was busted this time around.
Instead, his eyes narrowed when Flambae’s glare — for the smallest, most imperceptibly short moment — flitted down, tracking the motion. Flambae’s gaze snapped back up, looking caught.
Robert blinked, eyes widening. His mouth fell open, the corner of his mouth ticking up just a fraction. “Oh.”
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Or, Robert and Flambae run into eachother after hours, post the “comms incident”. They argue a bit, then finish what they started.
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- Part 2 of Slow Burn
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24 Jan 2026
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My hands are not clean (they can still carry you home) by Arcturus_Ish
Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game)
30 Nov 2025
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The thing about plastic chairs is that they weren't a great substitute for an actual bed; the other thing is, Robert can't exactly afford to be picky and even if he 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 the internal debate is still ongoing as to whether or not he deserves a mattress at this current point in his life.
So, the plastic chair stays and is staying for the foreseeable future. Besides, it's charming - in a depressing, minimalism-that-is-totally-not-a-reflection-of-his-inner-sense-of-worth way.
Or:The fic where Robert has chronic pain and Flambae has warm hands. The two of them will figure out what to do about that eventually, right?
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21 Jan 2026