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Various Warlord!Geralt stories with what I remember them by, which, generally, isn't a good summary of the fic.

Starting with the one that started it all, and the one with Jaskier's lovely song cycle: With a Conquering Air by inexplicifics.

The one where Jaskier is cursed not to speak/the one with cannibalism by nobles: The Fettered Lark by hoomhum.

The one I keep thinking is A/B/O but isn't, and has the Witcher's tending a herd of wisen: as long as the sun and the moon are above by pallidus.

The actual A/B/O fic with Courting: A Wedding to a Warlord by MessengerGabriel.

The one with lots of tributes present in the keep/Witcher Renfri!: raised by wolf and voices by CountessKlair.

The one where Geralt didn't mean to become a warlord but the person he left in charge thinks him warlord/sends tribute: Also Fettered Lark.

That one where Jaskier is the first tribute, but wagons full had come before him, mostly ending up stuffed in storage, including a lute: Do I have to be who I am? by persephonesprince

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Geralt fell in love with jackster because of his writings. Well, jackster knew that he could never become a Bard, as long as he was heir to the throne. That didn't stop him from indulging in the occasional poem or story or song. He wrote them down in journals, he hid, he wrote so many, he could probably fill a small library.Geralt had come to the ruins of the castle to slay a monster That had taken up residence. But during the battle, jackstar's rooms and his hidden writings revealed gerald had looked for any other way to break the curse.While doing so, he out of curiosity, if nothing else began to read, the journals found alongside the sleeping prince. And as he read more and more of the hidden man behind the facade lost to history and time, he couldn't help but fall in love with what he found. So when it became clear, the only way to wake jackstar up from his sleep was true love's kiss. Geralt couldn't help but be a little selfish and check if it was him before going off to find someone more suitable. And now he's stuck trying to explain why he felt the need to check at all.

As a baby, Prince Julian Pankratz of Lettenhove was cursed to prick his finger and fall into a death-like sleep on his eighteenth birthday.

Sure enough, when Julian turned eighteen, the next thing he knew, he was waking up in a ruined castle—with a white-haired man standing over him.

That’s how Julian learns he’s been asleep for five hundred years, his kingdom of Lettenhove no longer exists, and the white-haired man is a witcher named Geralt. With no throne to return to, Julian decides to embrace the future and pursue what he’s always wanted: the life of a bard. He even picks out a new name for himself—Jaskier.

Meanwhile, Geralt has mixed feelings about his new tagalong, a five-hundred-eighteen-year-old former prince turned bard. Mostly because he’s still coming to terms with the fact that he woke Jaskier up with a true love’s kiss… and has no idea how to tell him.

I was about to go to bed and was making scenarios in my head to help me fall asleep when my eyes shot open and I said out loud to no one "my bones are shaking" and had to start pacing around my room before I could settle down and have any chance of getting to sleep because the scenario I made was a bit too good

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I've been trying to find an old fic I read on A03 a while ago. it has Merlin be forced to take a truth serum made by guias and uther is the one who ordered it, but the catch is he doesn't confess his magic, he confesses his love for Arthur. any other truth serum fics are welcome tho!!

so i couldnt find the exact fic you were looking for, but i did manage to find a couple other truth serum fics. hopefully someone out there knows which fic you were looking for.

Tell Me A Lie by TheCourtSorcerer (@thecourtsorcerer)

"Did you steal anything from my plate?”

No, had been what he meant to say, of course not. Instead, though, when he opened his lips to let the lie slip out, he paled at what came out in its place.

“Yes, I always do, a sausage this time.”

His heart sunk.

He couldn’t lie.

Or

Merlin is slipped a truth potion, and really, he should have expected Arthur to find out.

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and the cure is the stuff of fairytales!! ahhh

2. Mine by Lola_Rose_Robins (@lorienrobins)

Merlin was hit with a truth spell, which is how Uther ends up finding out about his...well, everything.

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i know it's a curse instead of a serum, but this is the closest thing i could find with uther confronting him while under a truth inducing thingy

3. our lips are sealed by eat_crow

After being dosed with a truth potion? No, they're not.

“Who the fuck calls you Emrys?” Arthur asks, so clearly annoyed. “People of magic. Druids, mostly, but I’ve heard it from fae and leaders of the old religion. Jesus fucking Christ--” he dissolves into hysterical laughter, rocking as far forward as his bonds will allow. “What is in this shit?”

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excellent crack fic 4275349207825/10

Help me find this fic PLEASE

Hay I don't really post but I just remembered a fic but I can't remember the name I've seen people do this before so hopefully it'll help

(sorry for formatting and/or grammar I'm a mobile and severely dyslexic)

What I can remember:

I remember either somewhere in the first chapters Harry and Draco end up having to share a train car, and talk and Draco tells Harry about being forced to become a death Eater. and they come up with a plan. which leads to Draco sending Harry his memories that could incriminate him, and Harry sending them back at a specific time afterwards. so Voldemort doesn't know Draco's true intentions. then they run away together to Grimwold's place. there's also some weird magical stuff with magic phoenix feather tattoos, I don't remember the details but I remember it was pretty cool in the actual fic. Harry also ends up telling everyone what actually happened at the dursleys and calls out and I believe takes Revenge on Dumbledore. oh and Draco pretends that he is a illegitimate black child after running away so he can continue to attend Hogwarts explain why he's close to Harry.

Do you have any recs for druid king!merlin fics? Like, fics that Have merlin owning the role and meeting Arthur for diplomacy and all that jazz

1. and you held me tightly ('til the morning) by Imagined (@burglarhobbit)

Merlin ducks forward, grabbing Arthur’s hands. His are cool and soft, and Arthur is surprised by the feel of Merlin’s palm over his own rough knuckles. “Arthur,” he says pointedly. “I know my duty, and I don’t need you to remind me. Are you always like this?”

“Like what?”

“Annoying,” Merlin says, and leans back, appraising him more thoughtfully than his tone suggests. “So concerned with your honour.”

Or: Arthur must marry Lord Emrys for a year to create an alliance between their people. Except it isn't Emrys who comes to marry him, but the young druid Merlin, who soon turns all of Camelot upside down—and Arthur with it.

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this is kind of fits your ask? like merlin is the leader of the druids and he gets into an arranged marriage with arthur for diplomacy reasons

2. At Arm’s Length by sirencalls (@naydran)

“I’m sorry, there must be a mistake.” Uther furrows his brows. “That is my son’s manservant.”

“This is Emrys, the most powerful sorcerer who will ever walk the earth. It is our deepest honor to be able to offer his hand to your son.”

“Merlin?” Arthur asks, looking across the hall. Merlin looks the palest and the smallest Arthur has ever seen him. He looks like a scared animal that knows it’s about to be trapped, and that’s when it clicks for Arthur that no part of this is a joke. None of it. “Merlin, what are they talking about?”

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merlin is lowkey like druid royalty here? and also getting into a very angsty arranged marriage with arthur

3. Maybe This Time by Funkie_Moon

Three days before the time limit, King Arthur learns of an agreement. He must unite with, which he soon found out meant ‘to marry’, the Leader of the Druids, or the Old Religion would reclaim the magic that protects Camelot.

The problem is that the current Leader of the Druids is Emrys, a man he has never met. And this man seemed to be seeing Merlin, his old flame with whom he parted on poor terms but still had affections for.

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ok so no negotiations happening here, but we have oblivious!arthur

Love this, need more! Eating myself like an ouroboros!!!

Hey, @confused-they, this is for you and for everyone else who wanted more of this AU. Merry Christmas.

DPxDC Ring of Rage? More Like Ring of Engage [pt. 4]

[<- part 3]

[Written to 'Tantrum' by Ashnikko]

TW: mentioned mild gore (some inside parts become outside ones, nothing graphic)

Tim can't breathe.

Joker's mad laughter is ringing through the darkness of the warehouse, echoing in his head, the screeching sound straight out of nightmares. Hood should be nearby - as in, somewhere in this darkness along with him - but Tim can't think about that, his own maniacal giggles bubbling in the back of his throat, a grin tugging at his lips.

He has to get up. He has to stand, he has to fight, and it really shouldn't be this hard.

But he can't breathe.

Tim clutches his fingers on the fabric of his suit on the chest, distantly wondering if this is how Danny feels when he is more human than ghost. Probably not, he mentioned that breathing is only optional.

He really wants his boyfriend right now. His fiance. Whatever, he wants Danny, he wants his cold hands on his cheeks and the faint, humming purr of his core that Tim finds nice to fall asleep to, and-

Maybe later. He can't exactly summon him now, not in the middle of a fight, especially not in the middle of a fight with Joker of all people.

There's an angry growl somewhere to Tim's left, staticky through the voice-modulator. Then several sounds of gunshots and a gleeful, taunting yell of the madman.

Hold on.

Tim snaps his eyes open - not that anything changes, everything is still pitch-black around him - and blinks.

Why not?..

It's not like Danny is a civilian. Tim tends to pay little attention to the fact since the King of Infinite Realms doesn't hang out with the whole superhero convention on principle. But Tim is pretty sure he won't mind it this once.

Besides, Tim is so done with Joker that it's not even funny.

A few breathy chuckles escape his throat as he lets his body fully slump back on the floor and brings his left hand to his face, placing a quick kiss on the Ring through his glove. He doesn't need to do that, not really, but it's kind of a ritual at this point, and the gesture somehow makes him feel better.

"Danny," he whispers.

For a long moment, nothing happens.

Then, there's a soft, popping sound, and his beautiful boyfriend is floating right over him, faintly glowing and a little sleepy. Tim is momentarily distracted by his bare feet and pj pants with tiny rockets on them.

Danny yawns and tugs the hem of his t-shirt down as it starts to float. "Whas'sup," he mutters, rubbing his eyes and clearly not fully awake, and Tim's heart melts instantly. He loves Danny. He just... He loves him, okay? He loves that Danny didn't question his summons for a moment, he loves that he came even though he was obviously sleeping, and he loves that Danny is wearing a tee he stole from Tim.

Unfortunately, before he is able to get his shit back together, another sound of gunshot ripples through the air, and Danny startles, blinking himself awake and looking in the direction of it. Then, his eyebrows shoot up, and his mouth makes a soft 'O' shape before he turns back to Tim and tilts his head in question.

"You want me to deal with him? The clown, I mean, not your brother," he asks, and it's so casual and off-handed that Tim actually huffs a laugh.

"Sorry, I was just- I'm really tired of his ass," Tim should probably sit up, this is not a talk they should have while he is lying on the ground. On the other hand, Jason is somewhere out there, and he has guns and doesn't have a clear visual around him, so maybe Tim shouldn't sit up.

Danny hums, "Is that a yes?"

Tim just nods. He is pretty sure Danny can see him despite the darkness. "I promise it's a one-time thing, I don't plan on calling you every time one of local lunatics acts up. I just... I fucking can't with him," he admits with a defeated sigh. But, before he can spiral any further into the abyss of unworthiness, Danny's cold hands are cupping his cheeks, and his icy eyes are looking right into Tim's sky blue.

"Love, I don't mind getting rid of each and every one of your Rogues. Granted, it would probably fuck up the timeline, and Clocky would be mad, but I'd do it if you want me to, no questions asked." His voice is quiet, and Tim has never been more grateful for his domino mask, because he can feel his cheeks heating up and he doesn't want Danny to see the exact effect his words are causing.

"I- Okay," he quietly agrees, and then blinks, backtracking, "Wait, no, don't fuck up the timeline. Just deal with the laughing bitch this once, and that's it. We can handle the rest."

Danny is smiling at him in that adoring way Tim recognizes as 'I really want to kiss you, but it's not the time or place'. Then, he nods and lets go of Tim's cheeks, straightening up in the air, and his clothes shift all at once, like a magic trick.

Gone are the stretched out t-shirt and the pants with rocket ships. In their place, Danny's body is head to toe covered in stars and galaxies that hold the vague shape of armor, and there's a slightly shimmering, blueish-green translucent cape over one of his shoulders.

The Crown over his head, the sentient artifact much like the Ring on Tim's finger, appears from nowhere, and, after a brief pause - Tim swears it was debating on whether or not the situation is worth the effort - promptly sets itself on fire. Blue flames cast long shadows on Danny's, no, King's face, making him look older and his cheekbones sharper.

Before, the boy was only faintly glowing, and, evidently, the others present in the warehouse were too distracted to notice him.

But now, with the flaming Crown casting dancing shadows on the walls of the warehouse, it's really hard not to see the otherworldly being making an appearance.

"Holy fuck," Tim hears Hood's quiet, astonished voice, and almost cracks a grin.

Yeah, he wants to say, that's my boyfriend. Although he suspects he and Jason are having vastly different reactions to Danny's presence. Because Tim kind of wants to take all his words about dealing with Joker back and take Danny home, straight to bed.

...He is going to have to strangle Jason in his sleep if his reaction is similar. No, that's a wrong thought, this is so not the time for it.

"Who are you, flying glowstick?" Joker sounds rightfully pissed off by the interruption, "Does Batsy employ alien kids now?"

Danny chuckles, the starry freckles on his cheeks glowing brighter, "Okay, just because you compared me to an alien, I'm not going to completely erase you from this plane of existence."

Tim snaps his head up.

"Wait, no killing," he reminds, not because he actually cares but because B would throw a fit. Danny brushes him off with a wave of his hand.

"No worries, he'll stay alive," he smiles at Tim, and to everyone else, it probably looks like stuff of nightmares, sharp, pointy teeth and lips stretched out far beyond human capabilities. But Tim sees it for what it is: a face of mischief.

"Do I get a vote in this?" Jason's deadpan voice comes from somewhere on the other side of the warehouse at the same moment as Joker screeches in rage, "Who the fuck do you think-"

"Nope," Danny pops the 'p', and Tim is not sure if he is answering to Hood or refusing to listen to the clown's monolog by it. Maybe it's both. It's probably both.

The next moment, Danny is gone, disappeared from the place he was floating at, and Tim hears a wet, very unpleasant sound followed by Joker's scream of pain.

"You see this?" He hears Danny's nonchalant, unfazed voice above the clown's pained cries, "This is your rib, bitch- Hey, quit whining and listen to me, it's important."

There's a slap, a rustle, and a sound of ripping fabric, and Joker's voice becomes muffled, like someone put a gag in his mouth.

"You're like Adam now, you know, lacking one rib," Danny continues, "Only I'm not making you a girl out of this one, I'm pretty sure you don't deserve to reproduce. Anyway, going further down that metaphor, I'm the God almighty in this situation, so if you want to keep the rest of your ribs - and the rest of other things that are supposed to stay inside of you - to yourself, you gotta do a thing for me, okay?"

There's some muffled groans that Joker makes in response, then an enraged growl, a sound of a struggle, another slap, and then that same wet, disgusting squelch.

"Two ribs, wow, okay, you're really being difficult about this!" Danny sounds so innocently dumbstruck about it that Tim suppresses a laugh. "Are you listening now?" There's a quiet, choking wheeze that answers him, and Danny sounds quite pleased when he says, "Great."

Tim debates if he should look. He doesn't exactly want to since the sounds provide enough context, but it might be somewhat cathartic for him.

And then the air around him inexplicably shifts, becoming cold and oppressive, weighting Tim down like a heavy blanket and pushing him into the floor. The dancing shadows and the blue light of flames on the walls twist and churn, like taking aim, and Tim doesn't know what Danny looks like right now but he knows he is as far from human as possible, his voice coming with a staticky, echoing whisper, a threatening hiss slithering inside Tim's ears.

"Play your little games all you want, Fallen Jester, but know that you can not win. The punchline to your joke is long overdue, and your soul has belonged to me for quite some time now," his words are cold and uncaring, and in all the time Tim has known his boyfriend, he has never heard him speak like this: with a sense of lazy power, like he is only humoring the people around him.

Like they mean nothing to him.

"I will not kill you, or at least not here and now. My Guiding Star doesn't want to see my hands dirty with your filthy remains. Besides, death is only a moment, and you don't deserve only a moment of suffering," he huffs a short, humorless chuckle, "But, luckily, I am the Eyes of the Universe, the Titan's Bane, the King of the Dead, and everyone will meet me once their eyes fall shut for the last time," there's a smile in his voice now, full of cold and merciless anticipation. Tim feels a shiver run down his spine.

"So just you wait, Jester, and I will meet you on the other side. Then we'll see how whatever is left of your soul is going to spend an eternity."

Tim's ears are ringing with the pure, somehow gleeful hatred that laces those last words. He didn't know he could literally taste the disgust and the promise of pain, and yet, here he is, with a hint of something sour on his tongue.

And then, the heavy, weighted air that has been charged with power is lifted, the shadows and bright blue lights are all gone, and Danny, wearing his pj's and smiling, is standing over him. His feet are planted on the ground for once, and the Crown is gone without a trace, but his t-shirt is still trying to float up. The boy tugs it down again, offering a hand to Tim.

"Wanna go out for a burger since I'm already here in Gotham?"

Tim had never breathed easier in his life. He laughs a little and reaches up, taking his beautifully unhinged boyfriend's hand and standing up.

"I thought you'd never ask."

"x loves x more" SHUT UP!!!!!! they need to both be equally in love with each other or i DIE