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Klance Wip Bingo #1 and #2

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Word count: 4,825

Chapters: 3/3

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Finally, the perpetrator turned around and looked at Lance softly before whispering, "Can I borrow a pen? Mine ran out of ink."

Lance was taken aback for a second. Not only did this guy not realize he'd created a huge mess for Lance to clean up, but he was also downright gorgeous.

Lance stuttered over his words before providing a clear no. He did have a spare pen, but he would much rather inconvenience this guy the way he inconvenienced him. Even if he did have a beautiful face, Lance was hellbent on his revenge.

He nodded understandingly before tapping the shoulder of the person in front of him, and a few moments later being handed a simple black pen.

Damn, plot for revenge is foiled.

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College was a weird place, especially for two roommates who are simultaneously in love and despite each other. After a hate-inducing run-in with Keith, Lance cant believe he has to share a dorm with this asshole for a whole year. Only after seeing Keith at his most vulreble, Lance starts to see the aloof folds of his roommate unravel.

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This fic is my first and second box for the Klance Bingo Challenge by @klanceintergalactichub!! I love their community and can’t wait to do yet another bingo!

Klance Wip Bingo #7!! (Part 1)

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Word Count: 870

Chapters: 1/3

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Step one: Meet a cute barista and walk him home in the rain.

Step two: Awkwardly flirt with him in hopes he reciprocates.

Step three: Take him to an arcade and demolish him in laser tag.

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Sm love to the whole @klanceintergalactichub community!! I’m not the type of person to use discord but man I love everything they’ve got going on over there, it’s kept me so inspired!

tonight my sleep will be restless 

this is an expert from my @drarry-spin-the-wheel-fest work. My prompts are Werewolf Harry or Draco and Meet Ugly. I’ve hit some writers block and I think I just need to know that someone enjoys the direction of this fic to inspire me to keep writing it haha. Hope ya’ll enjoy! 

“Don’t try to tell me you didn’t know Draco was in Scotland,” Harry spits through the fire. Blaise rubs his eyes groggily. He’s wearing an emerald green dressing gown embroidered with what looks like giant golden butterflies. The Slytherins have always had a bit of a wild fashion sense. 

“I didn’t know Draco was in Scotland?” Blaise has always been a terrible liar. 

“You’re a terrible liar,” Harry says angrily. 

Blaise smiles nervously. “Okay you caught me, I knew Draco was in Scotland.” 

“I can’t believe you,” Harry looks down and finds that his knuckles are clenched into fists, his knuckles stand out white against his tanned skin. He knows it isn’t good for him to wind himself up like this but he can’t help it. “You knew he was here and you encouraged me to buy the house RIGHT NEXT DOOR to him?!” 

“Um, yes. That might be exactly what I did.” Blaises curls his lip into a small smirk, “But isn’t it great? Now he can keep an eye on you.” 

“Don’t tell me you set this up because you thought Draco Malfoy would be a prime candidate for watching over the Savior of the Wizarding World. You didn’t think that the second he realized something strange was going on he would go straight to the press?” Harry demands. 

Blaise’s eyes widen slightly, “I didn’t really think about that,” He admits. “But he’s changed a lot since the war. I’m sure he won’t do that.” 

“Oh perfect. You didn’t think of that?!! What were you thinking about then?”

“Oh,” Blaise says brightly, “How when me and Ginny come to visit we can see both of you instead of taking portkeys to different places.” 

“So,” Harry’s voice comes out low, a dangerous strain to his words. “You’re telling me I bought a house in the middle of nowhere only to find out that Draco Malfoy is my neighbor all because you and Ginny wanted simple travel plans?”

“Well yes,” Blaise admits gingerly, scooting back from his fireplace a little as if he thinks Harry might reach through the flames and shove him. “When I think about it like that it does seem a little silly.” 

Harry shakes his head and forces himself to take a deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth just like the sodding meditation practice Hermione is always forcing him to do. 

“Fine,” He grits out. “I’ll figure out how to handle it. But you have to tell Draco that it’s your fault I’m here. I don’t want him thinking I’m some obsessive stalker.” 

“Hm, I actually think that maybe that could be avoided? You see-” 

“No,” Harry says, “You tell him or I’ll tell Ginny about the time you stole her favorite dress to wear to Pansy’s drag party.” 

“Okay,” Blaise says, clenching his jaw. “I’m sure it won’t be a big deal. He’ll forgive me immediately.” 

“Whatever you need to tell yourself Blaise.”

Harry ends the firecall and slumps onto the rug. 

Prompt 24

!!!SPOILERS FOR SECONDARY QUEST FROM BLOOD AND WINE (WITCHER 3 GAME DLC)!!!

There's a curse inspired by a quest (The Warble of a Smitten Knight) from Witcher 3 B&W so I put a spoiler just in case you don't want any of it spoiled <3 The curse is surprisingly a very small part of the actual quest, but like,,, I don't wanna take any chances! I'm using the curse as my base (ALL PICTURES ARE FROM THE WIKIPEDIA PAGE FOR THE GAME) I see two ways of this starting. EITHER Geralt arrives in a town only to overhear some hushed comments in a tavern about how awful the bard playing is, and how they miss the one that went missing ever since he went into the forest a few years back, followed by the other man at the table chiming in with the fact more men have disappeared in that exact same forest or Geralt is riding through a forest only to find a note that has hastily written "HELP - REDWOOD FOREST" on it, either stuck in a tree branch, on the ground, or attached to the foot of a bird. Geralt meanders around the woods, and no matter which way he learns of the danger, he comes across a huge tree, with a home carved into it. He enters the home and finds it has many floors. Geralt hears someone singing. He climbs the steps for quite frankly an annoying amount of time, before he comes across what appears to be some sort of... Witchy labratory. Note that I'm also heavily inspired by Auntie Ethel from Baldur's Gate 3 so I'm kinda thinking of some sort of hag-witch-thing like her as the villain, but you can change it into pretty much anything with magic and a bad attitude. Geralt sees beakers and flasks and bibs and bobs and an abnormal amount of bone jewelry and furniture, and in the corner of the room is a large birdcage, holding a chained man inside. The man, upon noticing Geralt is there, beams and begins explaining how he always knew help would come for him. The witch (or whatever else) kills anything she deems has "trespassed" too close to her home or too long in the forest in of itself. Jaskier is the only survivor, as she heard his singing and decided she wanted to keep him. To make it harder for him to escape, she has cursed him to have the likeness of the very songbird she likened his singing to. It's songbird of your choice, really. He could look like a lark, a nightingale, orioles like in the original quest, a literal songbird, it's all up to you.

I however like to imagine Jaskier has two large wings on his back, and maybe even bird feet. Now I don't fuck with her "can only live seven more years" or "give some of the curse to another person" outcomes, I like to think that that if Geralt cures Jaskier, he can keep his wings at the least, and there isn't any bad consequences. Perhaps maybe still thinking sticks would be great in his bed or something funny like that lmfao If Geralt can't cure Jaskier, he can just protect him from townsfolk, poachers, and creatures alike. Perhaps they get a glamour spell enchanted item from a sorcerer or something for him to appear human so he can play music for crowds. If he does get cured, perhaps this can be a way they hide his wings!

Prompt 40

In a modern world, Geralt has been chatting online with a man named "Dandelion" for about four weeks now. They finally worked up the mutual courage to go out for a date... I R L... (shocked gasps from the imaginary audience)

Only, Geralt has been sat alone at the restaurant they agreed upon for about an hour and a half now. All his messages to Dandelion have been ignored. He doesn't want to hope something bad happened to him, but he also doesn't want to hope the man is fine and just decided to blow off Geralt and their date. But then he finally gets a call from Dandelion. "Hi! Geralt! Geralt, Right? I hit the right number? Listen- Um- I locked my keys in the car. I know it sounds like an excuse but it isn't! And the car fixer men can't come until tomorrow, so I was just going to hire an uber, but I can't find my wallet, and I doubt I have the money for it, for see, my darling white wolf, I may have splurged all my money on quite a lovely bouquet to bring you- Um- It's on my kitchen table-" (the sounds of a man clambering and stumbling through his own apartment) "-And so i was going to do the very embarrassing act of asking you to pay for my uber, even though you were already generous enough to offer to pay for the entire meal, and so I decided I'd think on it and try and find my wallet again after my shower, but see then I fell in the shower, and I- Well, to be honest, I think I might have broken my arm, um- I think I need a raincheck? And can I borrow money for an uber to the hospital? I'll pay it back, I swear!" Long story short, Geralt's first date with this 'Dandelion' guy he's had a massive crush on for weeks, is driving him to the hospital and checking him in. The worst part of it all is that Jaskier (Dandelion's real name*) is so charming, that Geralt can't even be upset about the whole situation. *Geralt soon learns that "Julian" is Jaskier's 'real' real name, when he ends up helping Jaskier write out his medical forms, but this is all just semantics.

Prompt 42

Call Jaskier a fool, but he's fallen in love with a witcher. As a merman. But despite what all his peers tell him, he wholeheartedly believes the witcher would never hurt a merman, let alone one as harmless as Jaskier! They'll make great friends! And even better lovers! Hopefully! So when Jaskier learns the witcher is camping not far from a river, Jaskier literally jumps at the chance to get close to finally meet the man he's admired from afar for so long. Only problem is that the river is muddy in some parts, and in other parts thinner and more shallow than he thought, and though he loathes to admit it, he does get stuck. He's beached. He hasn't even met his witcher and he's BEACHED! BEACHED! AND HE'S NOT EVEN ON A BEACH! He's tied between being horrified he's dying alone, and being thankful nobody is seeing the embarrassing way he's leaving this world. He's not getting nearly enough water into his gills, and the sun is merciless. It's been nearly two days since he first got stuck. His eyesight is blurring and all he can hear is his own breathing. But then he's suddenly hefted up into arms and being carried away, and he can't even worry about who has found him, because he's finally drifted off into a (sadly very dry) slumber. He wakes up to find himself in a small pond, just barely big enough for him to swim a lap, and that was pretty much it. Clearly for healing and not long-term stay. But it was big enough to live. The gills on his sides near his ribs are fully submerged in the water, and he belatedly notices that water is being repeatedly poured on the gills on his neck. He turns to look at what is dripping on him, and finds it to be a waterskin. His witcher found him! His witcher found him, and is filling up his waterskin with the pond's water and pouring it on Jaskier's fills repeatedly. He's caring for him! Oh, how Jaskier's heart is singing! Jaskier tries to talk to him only to cough and let out a weak chirp noise. The witcher shushes him and warns Jaskier that he was in a very bad way and that it'd be best for him to rest for now. Jaskier decides not to take his advice, and instead stays up to stare at his witcher and chirp at him. One time when Geralt pours the water over the mer's gills, he reaches his head up to bump at Geralt's hand until Geralt allows the Mer to limply nuzzle his wrist. It's a tad annoying that this mer Geralt saved is so relentlessly determined to shower him with affection, but after a few days of the attention, Geralt submits to the routine. It only gets more intimate when the Mer regains speech and now keep asking Geralt things about himself and showering him with compliments. Geralt learns about the merman, and grows attached, he admits, but he can't keep care of a mer. He has to continue on The Path and the Mer cannot follow. So one day, he picks up Jaskier, brings him back to the ocean, and sets him free. Four times. It takes four times before Jaskier stops trying to beach himself to follow. Geralt is miserable without his little merman companion, but he knows it's for the best. That is, until a few months lather, when he hears word of a merman being captured nearby and he knows deep down it's his merman. I don't know if Jaskier is captured by poachers intent on killing or harming him or if he's been captured by some sort of circus/freakshow but I DO know that Jaskier got captured because he started recklessly talking to any and all humans asking for anyone who knows how to turn him human (so he can be with his witcher)

Prompt 51

Geralt isn't a fan of the new intern his family's office has hired. He never stops humming or snapping his fingers, and he always gets Geralt's coffee wrong, and he trips over nothing and spills paperwork everywhere at least twice a week, and he won't stop flirting with Geralt, but more than anything, the absolute worst part about it all... is Geralt's starting to look forward to his shenanigans. This all comes to a head when one night when everyone is going home, Geralt and Jaskier are last in the building. They're on their way down in the elevator when it stops. Oh shit- They're stuck in the elevator. Possibly overnight. I like to imagine Jaskier thinks Geralt hates him, and is also terrified of their current situation, so he has a quirky fun lil panic attack (I can make this joke i used to have really bad panic attacks before i got on better meds) and the person talking him down from it is the chiseled god of a man he wants to drool over but Jaskier is SURE must hate his guts. Geralt doesn't hate his guts. Anymore-

Prompt 53

Ignore how this should've gone up yesterday, I was super fucking tired

HAPPY FIRST DAY OF PRIDE!

(it's not the first any more) Geralt owns a horse ranch, whether it's an au where he was never a witcher, he's retired from witchering and has a lil home (ala Corvo Bianco), or he just has it on the side of his witchering is up to you, dear It's filled with horses presumably only named Roach, because Geralt is Geralt. There was extra hoof tracks near the back of his barn. Hmm. Either a runaway horse or a wild hors is interested in his stables. It'd be safer for the poor horse if Geralt were able to catch it and make sure it's healthy. So he leaves the door open one night, and stands off to the side, pulling an all-nighter. The second he hears the clipclop of hooves walk in, he shuts the door. He expects the horse to spook and start braying in a panic, but instead he hears a man gasp in surprise. Geralt wonders who would ride their horse into an unknown stable, and holds up his lantern, only to see.... A centaur? A starving, scared centaur, with a messy flop of brown hair, and bright blue eyes. Does- Does he want hay or like... Roast lamb?

Prompt 127

In place of August Fifteenth, Promptapalooza 8/ Geralt is exhausted after a contract. Covered in blood, mud, and who-knows-what-else he collapse into the bed of his room at the inn. Or at least, what he thought was his room. Turns out it wasn't. As merely an hour later, a bard walks into his room after a set, and turns to face his bed only to shriek. Oh my gods, someone put a body in here! If someone finds this- He'll be framed for it! He'll be imprisoned! Hanged! Before he even takes off as a bard!!! Thus a bard desperately trying to drag the body out of the inn late, late at night. He gets him outside the building, and is currently pacing back and forth over how to truly dispose of it, when the body sits up. Jaskier screams bloody murder, and chucks a few rocks at the zombie, before the zombie explains he's not a zombie, he's just a man who mistook Jaskier's room for his own. "And what's with the blood!?" "It's not mine!" "That's worse!"

Meet ugly

- So I may or may not have maced you because there’s this really creepy guy who’s been showing upside my house and I finally worked up the courage to face him but he wasn’t him he was you and oh god you’re crying, please don’t do that, I’m so fucking sorry let me help you inside!!

- My new puppy is a sweet and precious darling whose only sin is that she’s not potty trained and I warned you not to come any closer but... yep... there she goes. Sorry about the piss all over your shoes, I guess.

- You were a simple roofer, stapling shingles down onto my neighbor’s roof. I was a jackass who decided to play baseball in the front yard despite knowing my aim was horrible. We are the idiots who ended up in the ER because you stapled your hand three times and I feel too responsible to leave you alone like this. How much hospital coffee will it take to make this up?

- So maybe I was in the wrong when I punched through your car window but what are you gonna do? Sue me??? Oh shit, fuck, I didn’t mean literally! I’m so so so sorry, please don’t call your lawyer on me I’m too poor for this!!

- no specific prompt but can you just imagine a hooker x undercover cop au?? that would be pretty epic.

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49. “Who hurt you?”

Maddie sniffs as she stares down at her bruised and swollen wrist, trying not to get lost in the gentleness and the kindness of the doctor as he examines her head. He’s apprehensive, just an intern, he had told her before he had stumbled over his words and asked her if she wanted him to get a resident instead. She had hoped an intern would be easier to fool, that less questions would be asked or he wouldn’t notice the ones that went unanswered. She was studying to be a nurse, she knew her wrist wasn’t broken, just badly sprained and a few stitches in her head and everything would be okay again. 

“Who hurt you?” The question isn’t delicate at all, a look of concern in his eyes, and she realises he hadn’t believed her fumbled excuse of tripping outside the steps of the library. It had been what happened, but she’d had a little help from her boyfriend in the tripping process during an argument over how she spent more time with her friends than she did with him. They were only twenty-one and had only known each other for not even a year, she hadn’t been prepared for such a serious relationship in the midst of what were meant to be the best years of her life. Not with him anyway. 

She couldn’t leave him, she had tried to break up with him several times but it always ended the same and she doesn’t know what to do. Maddie is embarrassed because to the outside world, he’s the perfect boyfriend. He wines and dines her, buys her expensive gifts, talks about her as though she is his entire world and her friends swoon over him, even her parents absolutely adore him. He’s going to be a surgeon, he’s going to give her a good life, what more could she ask for?

Maddie chews down on her bottom lip as she mulls the question over. This was the worst he had hurt her in their short relationship but it was escalating with every single time. This time, he’d pushed her down a flight of concrete stairs and it could have ended worse than it had. Although, a cracked head, two broken ribs, a sprained wrist and a broken ankle wasn’t exactly something to be ignored. He was volatile, she had met his parents and she could see why. He was entitled and snotty and she has no idea why he had ever shown an interest in her in the first place but she had gotten lost in the romance of it all and now, she’s thinking of dropping out of college because she can’t tell the police. Dr Kendall, his father, has more contacts and money than she could ever imagine. Her parents had nothing, she was on a scholarship and Doug liked to remind her of the fact his dad had more power over the administrators of their college than she would care to imagine. 

She doesn’t know if he’s being honest but the threat always lingers in the air which is enough.

Gentle hands of Dr Han move to her wrist, brushing his fingers along the bruised skin there as he examines it. “The x-ray shows that it’s just a sprain, so I’ll wrap it up for you.” He takes a breath and she wonders if he’s going to push the subject any further because she still hasn’t replied. “Your ankle is broken though, I’m gonna get a consultation from ortho but we should have you fixed up in no time.” 

“My boyfriend.” She finally says, looking into the kind of eyes of this stranger, “He pushed me down the stairs during an argument.” She tries to disassociate herself from what had happened and she wishes that she could say it was a one-off and it would never happen again but she knows better. She wishes she didn’t but she does. “His dad works at this hospital, he’s probably going to work here one day too and he’ll work his way up quicker than everyone else because that’s just the way it goes when your daddy is the Chief of Surgery, right?” Now it’s obvious, the words have been spoken and there’s no getting out of it as she looks at the young, handsome doctor standing in front of her with a frown on his face, eyes darting from one side of her face to the other as though he’s trying to find the words to speak right then. “Anyways, it’s fine. I know we need to break up, I’m just figuring out how to do that without him hurting me again or figuring out a way to take everything away from me. It’s not like I can just switch colleges. You probably think I’m an idiot.” 

“No, no, I do not think you’re an idiot. I uh, I’m just trying to figure out what to say without sounding like I’m patronizing you.” There’s a nervous edge to his voice that elicits a laugh from her as she shrugs her shoulders. 

“It’s fine, you don’t have to say anything. I’ll figure it out, don’t worry about me. I’ve been figuring things out for as long as I can remember.” Maybe she can last it out another year until she graduates and then dump him, pack her bags and run off to the first hospital that will hire her. It’s not the best plan in the world because if he pushed her down a flight of stairs in a moment of anger, she doesn’t know what else he’s capable of in the next year, especially when she has finals and her family are going to want her back for the holidays and that’ll become a sore point, too. He doesn’t like anything that takes her away from him, either in person or of mind. Possessive doesn’t even begin to describe him. 

“Listen, I am totally overstepping here and I can go grab another doctor if this makes you feel uncomfortable but if you ever need somewhere safe to stay or someone to help you, I can give you my number?” The flush of his cheeks is endearing and she can’t believe she’s even thinking of flirting with him given the circumstances but still, she tilts her head to the side with a small smile. 

“And what would I put your contact down as? Dr Han?” 

His laugh makes her heart skip a beat and she almost rolls her eyes at her own thoughts, watching him wrap her wrist with more care and consideration than she could ever imagine from the man who had said ‘I love you’ on their second date barely a year ago. “Howie, my friends call me Howie.” 

Maddie feels herself sitting up a little straighter as she smiles, “That’s a kind offer, Howie, I wouldn’t want to put you in the line of fire in any way at all. Especially not if you have to work in the same place as his father.” 

All he does is shrug his shoulders as he pulls out a card from his pocket, writing a number on the back of it, “My ma was in an abusive relationship, if someone could have reached out to help her in whatever way possible, it would have saved her life. Besides, even if you’re not ready to leave him, it’s always good to have a friend, right?” 

Her heart aches for him when she sees the pain in his eyes, nodding her head a little when she takes the card from his outstretched hand, wanting to apologise for his mom but not sure she can utter those words without bursting into tears. That wasn’t her future, she was certain of that because… she could get out. She just needed to figure out how and when. “Right.” She whispers, staring down at his number as she smiles sadly. “I really am going to be okay though but uh, I’m a nursing student, so it always helps to have friends in the medical field.” She tries to play it down with a casual shrug of her shoulders, knowing by the look in his eyes that he sees right through it. 

He opens his mouth to say something, only for the curtains to open, “Hey, babe, I bought a hot chocolate.” And Howie’s mouth slams closed as he does everything in his power not to look at the man he knows is responsible for why she is in that hospital bed right then. 

“Thanks. I was just telling Dr Han here about my clumsy tumble down the stairs.” 

There’s a hand on her shoulder and she sees the way the doctor flinches as he tries to focus on her ankle, as though he hadn’t already examined it, “That’s right, she’d pulled another all nighter and I guess she won’t be doing that again.” Maddie gulps, looking up at her boyfriend with a nod of her head. No, she won’t be doing that again.