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elliestormfound · 3 years

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This is so cuuuuuute!!

Yes Aiden, cuddle the cute grumpy wolf! 💖

Hello!! Rawr redirected me to you for a prompt. So if you're interested can I ask for some Aiden/Lambert university fluff? Thank you :D

Hi Nonny! Thanks for popping by. Hope you like your cotton candy.

Lambert and Aiden are friends and classmates in university and study together at Lambert’s until they get tired... just fluff. There was only one bed? lol. 815 words

Surprised thanks to my husband for the original idea, thanks to @ahh-fxck for helping flesh out ideas and for further edit suggestions, @glittering-git for the same, really 💗 All that help for 800 words! What can I say, I’m needy 😂

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Aiden stood beside Lambert as he jiggled his key in the lock to his apartment, finally managing to unlock the old thing and push in the door. They kicked off their shoes and Lambert hung his coat on the single hook on the wall. Aiden hung his overtop and followed his friend into the apartment. After their evening class together, the friends had gone for dinner at their favourite cheap noodle place near campus, then headed back to Lambert’s apartment to study since it was much closer than Aiden’s.

It was a bachelor apartment. A tiny table sat outside the kitchen with a couple simple wooden chairs. In one corner, there was a low coffee table and a beanbag chair, and the other end of the main room had a mattress with a milk crate upturned beside it with a phone charger and lamp on top. Sparse, but clean, Aiden noted. No dirty socks by the door or underwear by the bed, which was a pleasant change from most other guy’s dorms or apartments he’d been in.

“Lambert, dude, you live like this? There’s nowhere comfortable to sit and study, no wonder you need help,” Aiden teased.

“Shut the fuck up,” Lambert scowled. “All my money goes to courses and books, what do I need fancy furniture for. What am I, made of money? I study on my bed.” He stalked over to the mattress and dropped down onto it, yanking open his backpack and tossing his books onto the bed beside him. Aiden stared at him a moment, bemused, before walking over to join him.

“Fair enough. You know people, like, give couches away for free, though, right?” Aiden said. Lambert glared at him. “You’re cute when you’re mad,” Aiden grinned.

Lambert’s cheeks reddened and he sputtered.

“I’m…what? Shut the fuck up, Aiden. Open your books, smartass, thought you were here to help me study, not to talk shit.”

“I’m talented, I can do both,” Aiden smirked. He sat down on the other side of the bed, pulling out his own books.

“Cocky asshole.”

“Mmhmm.”

Lambert scowled at his notes. “Why the fuck do I need this, anyways? Who the fuck cares what the wallpaper in this stupid fucking story means.”

“It’s to make you a well-rounded individual,” Aiden said. Lambert snorted.

“Whatever the fuck that means.”

They settled into studying, Lambert trying to keep his cool when Aiden leaned over his shoulder to point things out in the text. He could feel Aiden’s breath ghost over his ear as he leaned in; could smell him, cedar and laundry detergent and sweat. Once, a curl that had escaped Aiden’s ponytail had brushed against his cheek and he’d had to bite his lip and hold his breath to keep back a gasp. He wasn’t sure anymore how helpful studying together was. He had to fight his brain to try to focus on the coursework rather than the proximity of Aiden.

After a couple of hours they were both fading, fighting back yawns.

“Fuck it, shove over, I’m going to sleep. You keep going if you want,” Aiden declared.

“You…what?” Lambert stuttered out.

Aiden shoved his books to the floor and stretched out, pillowing his head on his arms.

Lambert stared at him a moment, his brain tripping over itself. Aiden was on his bed. Aiden was going to sleep on his bed. Aiden, his stupidly attractive friend that he’d been harbouring an unfortunate crush on for… longer than he cared to count. Was going to sleep. In his bed.

He was definitely not freaking out.

He was definitely not getting any sleep tonight.

Lambert tried to study for a while longer, anxious about laying down beside Aiden, hoping if Aiden fell asleep first that would somehow make things easier. When he figured enough time had passed, and Aiden’s breath seemed slow and even, he carefully set his own books down beside the bed, got up and turned off the light, then stretched out beside Aiden. He stared at Aiden’s peaceful face in the light from outside: long dark lashes brushing tawny skin, fine nose, soft looking lips… He shook his head to try to stop those thoughts and rolled over, facing away from Aiden. This was better. This could work. Then an arm reached over and wrapped around his waist, tugging him into Aiden’s chest. Lambert froze.

“Uh, Aiden?”

“Mrrph,” the answer came muffled into Lambert’s nape.

“Are you…awake?”

“Mmm. No,” Aiden slurred sleepily. “S’ok?”

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” Lambert was very glad the lights were out and he was facing away from Aiden so that he couldn’t see his cheeks burning. Maybe his crush wasn’t as hopeless as he thought. Lambert thought Aiden’s proximity would keep him up all night, but he was warm, and he smelled good. He felt safe and cozy in Aiden’s embrace, and he soon drifted off.

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This is so cute!! Fighting murder babies 💖

Distraction

For the @witcher-rarepair-summer-bingo ! My 3rd square/prompt, I finished a line! 🎉

Thank you @elliestormfound @round–robin @lohrendrell and possibly the rest of the cake shop for your help!

Prompt: first kiss

Relationships: Renfri/Fiadh (dryad general)

Rating: T

Content Warnings: none really, a couple swears, gets a bit horny

Summary: The working title was “hot girl fight” and I feel like that’s all you need to know 😂 Renfri runs into Brokilon to hide and has a confrontation with Fiadh, the dryad general, and things get a bit heated. 1,398 words

The hot dryad general, as I was referring to her as, did not have a name, so I gave her one. Fiadh (fee-a) is an old Irish word meaning “wild,” in the sense of a wild animal. It comes from the word for “wildlife,” fiadhúrla.

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Renfri’s breath was burning in her lungs as she ran, her muscles screaming from exertion, but she couldn’t slow down: she was almost at the edge of the forest. She may not be exactly welcome in Brokilon, but it was her best option. Or her only option. She didn’t think her pursuers would follow into the ancient forest, and she figured she had a better chance of being allowed to pass than they did. It was a risk she had to take, since she hadn’t been able to best the men in combat. As she crossed into the trees they slowed behind her.

“You stupid bitch! Hope you like the feel of arrows ripping through your flesh! Only sorry I won’t be able to see it!” One of them shouted after her. She paused, panting, before continuing forwards at a slower pace, satisfied that they were not following her further. She’d have liked to have offered a biting retort, but she didn’t have the breath for it.

“Your blood will make good fertilizer for the trees, you fucking witch!” Another screamed after her, and she ignored it.

A couple more feet in, and something whizzed through the air in front of her nose. She stopped and looked around quickly, only to find an arrow embedded in a tree to her right.

“You will go no further if you wish to live,” an accented voice spoke from somewhere to the left and ahead of her.

Renfri looked around but all she could see were the trees. “I’m going to have to disagree. I can’t go back, and I can’t very well stay here forever.”

“Leave the forest or die where you stand.”

Renfri worked her jaw in frustration. “I die if I go backwards, too, so you see the dilemma I am in.” She took a slow step forward.

#witcher fic rec

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elliestormfound · 3 years

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dog & duck

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elliestormfound · 3 years

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Thank you so much!! 💖💖💖

Oh, hello lovely! How about 12. ”Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss” for the kissing prompt list? 🥺❤️ you are amazing!

thank you for this lovely prompt! <3 and you are amazing!!!

CW: just a bit of hungry smooches and mention of butt grabbing, but that’s about it, 435 words, geraskier

special thanks to @stinastar for proofreading, just wait till I master the art of eel magic :D

“Master witcher!” Jaskier bowed deeply when he reached Geralt’s table. “Can you spare a moment of your time? I am in need of your assistance - your...special skills.” He winked and Geralt raised his eyebrows, one corner of his mouth twitching. Jaskier had been performing at this banquet for two hours now and Geralt had watched him, waiting for what was surely to come now.

To conceal his amusement he licked his lips and noticed with satisfaction that Jaskier’s eyes followed the movement. Geralt stood up and said to the grey haired men next to him, who had bored him with the falling prices of rye, “if you’ll excuse me.” Not waiting for an answer, he motioned for Jaskier to lead the way.

When they were out of the banquet hall Jaskier grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers. A warm feeling spread through his chest and he squeezed Jaskier’s hand quickly. Even though they had been together for a few months now, this small gesture, the intertwining of their fingers, not as a necessity to stay together in a dark cave or crowded market, but just because they wanted to and could, still felt thrilling to Geralt.

“What did you want to talk to me about?”

“I didn’t,” Jaskier said, and pulled him into an empty room. He kicked the door shut behind them and pressed Geralt against the wall. The next moment Jaskier’s lips were on his.

Since their friendship had turned into something else, Geralt had started hating banquets considerably less. He still hated the formal and too-stiff clothing, and having to listen to the deathly boring chatter of nobles. But now he could look forward to this. Whenever Jaskier had the chance to take a break between songs, when he could slip away from the hosts and guests who wanted to talk to the charismatic bard, he would snatch Geralt and they would sneak away in a broom closet, a hidden part of a garden or an alcove behind thick curtains and smooch.

Geralt pulled Jaskier closer until their bodies were pressed together. Jaskier’s lips tasted of the expensive heavy red wine, and when he sucked at his plush lower lip, Jaskier moaned. In the next moment he felt Jaskier’s tongue gently pressing between his lips and he opened them for him. Jaskier’s hand was in his hair, holding him steady as they hungrily kissed as if their lives depended on it.

He could not get enough of this, of him. Years spent silently sneaking glances at Jaskier, tracing the exquisite curve of his lips only with his eyes, guessing at how soft they were, had not prepared him for these experiences. Both of them had not realized how hungry they had been for one another, and now they did not hold back any longer.

Jaskier was sucking marks into Geralt’s neck and Geralt had grabbed his butt, when they heard someone grumble loudly in the hallway. “Where is this goddamned bard? We pay a fortune for him and he hides away.” Jaskier giggled and sucked another mark into Geralt’s neck.

“I wouldn’t call it a fortune, but he is probably right that I need to sing a few more songs.”

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elliestormfound · 3 years

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Oh, hello lovely! How about 12. ”Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss” for the kissing prompt list? 🥺❤️ you are amazing!

thank you for this lovely prompt! <3 and you are amazing!!!

CW: just a bit of hungry smooches and mention of butt grabbing, but that’s about it, 435 words, geraskier

special thanks to @stinastar for proofreading, just wait till I master the art of eel magic :D

“What did you want to talk to me about?”

“I didn’t,” Jaskier said, and pulled him into an empty room. He kicked the door shut behind them and pressed Geralt against the wall. The next moment Jaskier’s lips were on his.

“I wouldn’t call it a fortune, but he is probably right that I need to sing a few more songs.”

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Resources for Writers

If you’re coming to this list from a reblog, please click through to the original post as it may be updated with more content!

Please note I haven’t read everything on this list, so I can’t speak to all it contains/ accuracy, ya dig?

Writing a Blind or Visually Impaired Character by @mimzy-writing-online

Resources For Writing Deaf, Mute, or Blind Characters by @thecaffeinebookwarrior

Words for Skin Tone | How to Describe Skin Color by @writingwithcolor

Words to Describe Hair by @writingwithcolor

Body Language Cheat Sheet for Writers from @theinformationdump

How to Write a Realistic Argument by @she-who-fights-and-writes

How to write softness by @oriorwriter

Writing villains / villains motivations by @the-modern-typewriter

Personality traits/flaws by @rivalwrites

Writing Consent - written for The Witcher fandom but the advice is actually general, by @hailhailsatan

How to Write Characters in Realistic Polyamorous Relationships - by @simplyoriginalcharacters

How to Write OCs With Trauma

Writing Enemies to Lovers by @pianowritesstuff

Resources For Writing Sketchy Topics by @wordsnstuff

Resources for Writing Injuries by @wordsnstuff

Writing Advice - On Arrow Wounds by @salt-and-a-dash-of-pepper

Fainting and Losing Your Consciousness for Writers by @artistsfuneral

What it Feels Like to be Punched in the Face by @burn-brighter-than-fire

Sword Fighting for Fic Writers by @clockadile

Archery info by @mikiri

Horse info 101 by @thecomfortofoldstorries

Video going over “homoerotic potential” of armour - if one character helps another with their armour, what parts are sexy/have kiss potential?

Fantasy Guide to Employment: Household of a Castle by @inky-duchess

Info on medieval castles, handedness and weaponry

Tips & Info from Bartenders by @floramaisel , @luimnigh & @thecomfortofoldstorries

Useful Geographical Descriptors for Writers by @octoswan

Words you can use in place of “said,’ and an argument for using it

Translators: tumblrs that have offered to help translate phrases etc list by @therogueheart

Narrative Anchors: How to hold your readers’ attention, wherever you take them by @michaelbjorkwrites

How to swear in latin

French Youngster Slang by @frenchy-french

Prompts & Tropes, Oh my! by me

Writing with ADHD (by a writer w/ adhd) by @heywriters

Writing advice: write badly! Just write by various users

Writing advice from my uni teachers by @thewritingumbrellas

Formatting and Posting:

Writing a Summary by @rjeddystone

Making your paragraph breaks screen-reader-friendly by @therogueheart , video on the same by @ao3commentoftheday

Tips for writers posting on Tumblr & AO3 by a few of us

Further tips re: posting on AO3 by @jenroses

Fun formatting things you can do on AO3! by @rosemoonweaver

Content Warnings & Tagging on Tumblr by @hailhailsatan

Notes on Fandom, Fanfic & Fanart as well as a bit about tagging on Tumblr by @inber & @limerental

Don’t talk down your writing by @insomniac-arrest

How to block Anon Hate on Tumblr by @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde

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Five times Geralt and Jaskier held hands for safety and one time because they wanted to.

written in bullet points because I already have so many wips

The first time it happens is quite early in their time traveling together. Geralt is not used to humans and their limits, so when they travel well into the night and Jaskier keeps stumbling and slowing them down, Geralt gets irritated. “Believe it or not, but not everyone was blessed with nightcrawler eyes,” Jaskier retorts when the witcher snaps at him. He instantly feels bad, because he actually forgot, but they can’t set up tent where they currently are, so Geralt takes Jaskier’s hand and leads him through the night.

The next time it happens, Jaskier is running for his life (or more likely for the life of his bollocks) and has to navigate through a bustling market place. Which goes as well as you can imagine. Geralt, who has been watching the spectacle with a hint of amusement finally takes pity on Jaskier and when the bard runs past him, takes hold of his hand and pulls him into an alleyway and away from his followers.

It’s only natural for Jaskier to fall sick every now and then. He’s a strong, young man though and most of the time it’s just a cold, a headache, or cramps. But one time his cold worsens drastically, he gets a fever and spends a few days in his bedroll unable to do anything but sleep and choke down the bits and pieces of food and water, Geralt forces him to take. When he finally wakes, with his head feeling a lot better, Jaskier notices that Geralt is asleep next to him, their hands intertwined.

Jaskier is absolutely terrified when Geralt stumbles into camp after a arachas contract gone wrong. One of the horrible insectoids has managed to spy venom into Geralt’s face, leaving him blinded and in pain. If Geralt was traveling alone, this could have been the end of his journey, but once he has rested enough to go on, Jaskier gently takes him by the hand and leads him out of the forest and back towards the village, where they are paid and a healer is called to cure Geralt’s eyes. (thank Melitele for witcher-healing) Despite not admitting it out loud, Geralt was scared out of his mind the whole time he couldn’t see, but he had trusted Jaskier.

They start the trek up to Kaer Morhen in mid-autumn, weeks earlier than Geralt usually would, but the path is already difficult enough as it is. Jaskier doesn’t say it out loud but he’s overwhelmingly glad about the small mercy. The higher up they go, the worse the weather gets and soon they’re confronted with constant rain and more than one muddy avalanche. On one occasional moment, Jaskier stops to catch his breath for a moment (walking for hours is a lot harder if it’s uphill) when suddenly the ground underneath his feet gives out and he falls with a panicked scream. Geralt manages to grab hold of his hand, barely saving Jaskier from a cruel death. Jaskier is used to a lot, but he’s only human, he panics; cries and pleads for Geralt to hold onto him, while he desperately tries to get a grip on the muddy gorge. Somehow they manage to get Jaskier to safety and the bard spends a good amount of time sobbing into Geralt’s arms. The witcher doesn’t let go, he would never.

When the first snow falls onto the courtyard of the keep, Jaskier find Geralt more and more often standing high up on a watchtower, silently staring into the valley. It breaks the bard’s heart everytime to see Geralt like this, watching, waiting for some, any of his lost brothers to return home. There’s so many of them, Geralt had explained one night, brothers that never came home, but couldn’t be declared dead, because there was no proof. Jaskier makes it a habit of standing next to Geralt, intertwining their fingers and bumping hteir shoulders together in silent support.

#🥺🥺🥺#i Love this!!#witcher fic rec

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Oh Stina, this is so cuuuuuute!!! 😍 I Love that Renfri calls Yen ‚babe‘! And now I really wanna see renfri in plaid 😏

Kid-sitting

For the @witcher-rarepair-summer-bingo ! My 2nd square/prompt.

Thanks to Ladies of the Continent & @lohrendrell for your input/help! 💗

Prompt: baby / pet-sitting

Relationships: Renfri/Yennefer

Rating: T

Content Warnings: None. A couple swears.

Summary: Yen & Renfri take care of Lil Bleater for Eskel. Silly fluff. 735 words

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“Ugh, I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Yennefer wrinkled her nose as they walked through the house.

“It’s not that bad, Yen,” Renfri said.

“I swear, if I break a nail…” Yennefer warned, and Renfri snorted. “You laugh now! Just you wait…”

“No, I know, babe. I’m not really into that kind of day. I’ll do the heavy lifting, ok?” She winked.

“Oh, my big, strong woman,” Yennefer drawled.

“Damn right.”

They let themselves out Eskel’s back door into the sprawling backyard and headed towards Lil Bleater’s enclosure.

“Here, little beastie!” Renfri called out as they went through the gate and approached his shed. A frolicking grey blur burst through the doorway and jumped up on Renfri.

“Whoa there, down boy.” She gently pushed at the goat’s chest and got him off of her jeans. “How are you, huh? You hungry?” He bounded around her and jumped at Yennefer, who sprang back. He caught the edge of her skirt in his mouth and tugged, little tail wiggling excitedly in the air.

“Ah! Bad goat! This is fashion, not food, you brat!” She tugged at the skirt and Renfri laughed.

“Babe, I told you not to wear that!”

“I’m not going to go out in public like a slob just because we have to deal with Eskel’s hairy, smelly child.” Yennefer managed to wrest the fabric free from the goat’s teeth and held the hem up above her knees.

#i Love this!!#witcher fic rec #my friends are so talented

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elliestormfound · 3 years

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For the kissing prompts - 33: An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it 💖

thank you for this lovely prompt! <3 and sorry that it took so long, my muse was on holiday? :D

cw: none, just 423 words of fluff

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“It was horrible, Geralt,” Jaskier said with his back to him. He was wildly gesticulating as he was telling Geralt about the contest and how he had lost to Valdo Marx. Geralt was sure that he had not really lost. For him it sounded more like they both had won, but it was clear that for Jaskier sharing the first place with his rival felt like a defeat.

“Not only had he stolen some of the lyrics from me and thrown them together without any sense of building a dramatic arc, but his lute was also off-tune.”

Geralt had never been good with words - consoling someone, giving advice, calming someone down. But he had learned that there were better ways for him to do these things for Jaskier without saying a single word.

“Can you fucking believe it? His lute sounded like a cat in heat, I swear to Melitele’s other-wordly bosom that…” He stopped mid-sentence when he suddenly felt warm lips press on the top of his shoulder, where his unlaced shirt had come loose from waving his arms around and had slipped down a fraction. He gasped and a moment later felt Geralt’s arms wrap around his waist, pulling him to his broad chest.

Jaskier had not noticed Geralt creeping up on him - too preoccupied with his rant to notice the approach of the light-footed witcher. He exhaled slowly and leaned back into the Geralt, letting himself be anchored in his strong arms.

“Do you want me to shut up?” he asked quietly after a moment.

“No.” Geralt’s reply came quickly. “I just...don’t know what to say that would help,” Geralt murmured against his bare skin. “But I’m here. I’m listening.”

Geralt could feel Jaskier smile, his cheek rounding out where he had pressed it to Geralt’s.

“Thank you,” Jaskier whispered.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there,” Geralt said after a while.

“Oh, you would have hated it.” Jaskier was right in part. He would have hated the crowd and probably most of the contestants.

“I love to hear you sing,” Geralt replied. Over their friendship and their recent romance he had made an effort for Jaskier to communicate his thoughts and feelings.

Jaskier turned in his embrace to face him. Geralt leaned forward and brushed his nose along his cheekbone and whispered, “this Marx guy has nothing on you.”

Jaskier giggled, one of the best sounds in Geralt’s life. “I think you are prejudiced on that,” he replied.

“Or,” Geralt said and kissed him, ”I just have excellent taste.”

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thank you wolfie, I’m so glad you like it! <3

Summer Fair

And also here: happy (belated) birthday @dani-dandelino! <3

Five times Geralt and Jaskier nearly kiss and one time they do - Summer Fair edition, 2,364 words, modern au, pining idiot roommates

CW: none, just fluff

“Oh, come on Geralt, please,” Jaskier whined and looked at him with pleading eyes and an oscar-worthy pout. Triss had cancelled their plan of going to the summer fair last minute and now Jaskier was pestering Geralt to come with him instead.

“No,” Geralt said and crossed his arms. He knew (as well as Jaskier did) that he would give in eventually. But not too easily - he had a reputation to uphold.

“Pleeeease,” Jaskier said, looking down to his shoes and then slowly up through his lashes. Fuck, it was hard not to give in right away when Jaskier looked at him like that. And his pout looked so kissable…Fuck, fuck fuck. Geralt shook his head to get these inappropriate thoughts about his roommate out of his head, but Jaskier interpreted it as another refusal. “Just for an hour, please? For me, your best friend in the whole wide world?”

Geralt sighed. He was thinking about telling him that Roach was his best friend, but instead he rolled his eyes and clucked his tongue. “Okay, okay!” He raised his hands in defeat. “I’ll go with you, but only for an hour.”

Jaskier grabbed Geralt’s hand and pulled him through the crowd towards a stand with a giant ice cream cone on top. “We have to try this!”

He had been a giddy ball of excitement since Geralt had accepted to accompany him.

And now they were at the summer fair, the air smelled sweet in an intoxicating mix of cotton candy, popcorn and roasted almonds and the sun was shining almost as bright as Jaskier’s smile.

Jaskier bought them each a cone with a huge swirl of soft serve and sprinkles on top: chocolate for Geralt and rainbow sprinkles for himself. Geralt eyed Jaskier from the side as they ate their ice cream. The wind had tousled Jaskier’s brown hair even more than usual and in the sunshine it had a golden glint to it. He looked…beautiful… breathtakingly beautiful and Geralt had to stop thinking these things. Fuck.

Jaskier looked up at him and grinned, which made something in Geralt’s gut flutter. Double fuck.

“You’ve got something on your lip.” Jaskier gestured at his own face. Geralt wiped his mouth but Jaskier grinned a bit wider and shook his head. “No, on the other side…wait, let me help.”

He took a step towards Geralt and laid his hand on his cheek. Geralt inhaled deeply as he felt Jaskier’s thumb on the corner of his mouth, gently wiping away the ice cream. Did Jaskier let his thumb linger a moment longer than necessary?

But when Geralt made a step towards him, Jaskier jumped back as his own ice cream fell from the cone he was still holding.

“Fucking cock, shit shit shit,” Jaskier shouted and was scowled at by parents who dragged their kids out of earshot.

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this is so cute! such adorable little idiots!

and this made me laugh out loud :D

“He’d been hanging out with Yen and Triss lately and trying to figure out his feelings for Jaskier. They were experts in that field, after all (being stupid and gay) and he needed their advice.“

this could be us

thank you to the people who got me through this week alive and still smiling.

the song is Doug Locke’s “#ThisCouldBeUs”

oh my god they were roommates - idiots to lovers - modern au

tw: alcohol mention (song lyrics), nudity mention (song lyrics), angst with a happy ending

Geralt heard music blasting from Jaskier’s room as soon as he tiptoed his way carefully back into the apartment. He tucked his boots into the hall closet and slid down the dark corridor between their rooms and the shared bathroom, his socks completely silent against the fake wood flooring. The song his roommate was playing had just gotten to the chorus and Jaskier was belting along to the lyrics, his voice tinged with something unnamable, something that made Geralt’s heart sink in his chest as he listened to the notes swell and carry:

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Summer Fair

And also here: happy (belated) birthday @dani-dandelino! <3

Five times Geralt and Jaskier nearly kiss and one time they do - Summer Fair edition, 2,364 words, modern au, pining idiot roommates

CW: none, just fluff

“No,” Geralt said and crossed his arms. He knew (as well as Jaskier did) that he would give in eventually. But not too easily - he had a reputation to uphold.

Jaskier grabbed Geralt’s hand and pulled him through the crowd towards a stand with a giant ice cream cone on top. “We have to try this!”

He had been a giddy ball of excitement since Geralt had accepted to accompany him.

And now they were at the summer fair, the air smelled sweet in an intoxicating mix of cotton candy, popcorn and roasted almonds and the sun was shining almost as bright as Jaskier’s smile.

Jaskier bought them each a cone with a huge swirl of soft serve and sprinkles on top: chocolate for Geralt and rainbow sprinkles for himself. Geralt eyed Jaskier from the side as they ate their ice cream. The wind had tousled Jaskier’s brown hair even more than usual and in the sunshine it had a golden glint to it. He looked...beautiful... breathtakingly beautiful and Geralt had to stop thinking these things. Fuck.

Jaskier looked up at him and grinned, which made something in Geralt’s gut flutter. Double fuck.

“You’ve got something on your lip.” Jaskier gestured at his own face. Geralt wiped his mouth but Jaskier grinned a bit wider and shook his head. “No, on the other side…wait, let me help.”

But when Geralt made a step towards him, Jaskier jumped back as his own ice cream fell from the cone he was still holding.

“Fucking cock, shit shit shit,” Jaskier shouted and was scowled at by parents who dragged their kids out of earshot.

Jaskier was pressed to Geralt’s side. “Why did you talk me into this stupid haunted ride when you have your eyes closed the whole damn time?” Geralt grunted. They were sitting in a small carriage of the Spooooooook House. It had stopped for the moment to let new people get in a few carriages behind them. “I didn’t know it was so scary,” Jaskier said, voice muffled from where he had pressed his face against Geralt’s shoulder.

Geralt looked around the darkened room at the cheap halloween decoration: fake spiderwebs and giant neon colored spiders, a plastic skeleton that was automatically triggered to fall down when a carriage passed by and huge white sheets hanging from the ceiling that were supposed to look like ghosts.

He felt Jaskier flinch when a shrill laugh sounded from speakers above them. “Could you maybe hug me?” Jaskier asked, his voice sounding small and pleading. “There is nothing to be scared of,” Geralt grumbled but pulled Jaskier to his side. And to be honest, it was quite nice to feel Jaskier this close, his hand fisted in Geralt’s jacket and face pressed in the crook of his neck. Geralt started to rub Jaskier’s arm soothingly.

Slowly Jaskier lifted his head and looked at Geralt with wide eyes and eyebrows drawn together. He was focussing his gaze on Geralt as if he was the only safe point. Without thinking about it Geralt lifted his hand and brushed a strand of brown curls behind Jaskier’s ear. Geralt’s eyes slid down to Jaskier’s lips that were slightly parted.

With a jerk the carriage started to move forward and Jaskier pressed his face once more into Geralt’s shoulder, not moving till it was their turn to climb out of the carriage.

They were standing in line to get fries. It had gotten really crowded and they stood close together. “Oh look!” Jaskier pointed down the pathway. “They’ve got balloons.” Geralt could indeed see a person holding what looked like a ridiculously large bouquet of colorful balloons in shapes of different cartoon characters.

“I think I want the Pumbaa one,” Jaskier said with an excited giggle. He tilted his head and Geralt had the urge to lean forward and place a kiss on his cheek. “What the fuck is a Pumbaa?” Geralt asked instead and looked away from Jaskier. Jaskier bumped his shoulder into Geralt, “oh come one, don’t tell you forgot the best character of the lion king!”

Geralt sighed but tried to remember. They had watched the film together a month ago. Jaskier had pestered him for weeks, told him that it was his favorite movie and that Geralt really had to watch it. “Is it the meerkat?” he asked after a moment.

Jaskier had been particularly cuddly on that evening and Geralt could remember the comforting weight of Jaskier leaning against him, the softness of his hair pressed to Geralt’s cheek and how lovely it had smelled of his shampoo. But he couldn't remember a damn thing about the movie.

Jaskier giggled once more and said, “no, that is Timon. Pumbaa is his friend, the warthog.” “Hmm….yes of course, the warthog,” he replied and Jaskier bumped his shoulder into Geralt’s once more. “Sure you don’t want a dinosaur?” Geralt pointed to the bundle of balloons that had turned in the wind. A green stegosaurus was now visible and Geralt knew that Jaskier loved dinosaurs at least as much as the lion king.

“Hmm...now you say it...it is a hard choice!” Jaskier scratched the back of his neck.

In the next moment someone shoved into him and he stumbled into Geralt who caught him around the waist, pulling him close. Jaskier’s face was all of a sudden directly in front of Geralt’s, just a breath away.

“Oi, the queue moved on, are you still waiting in line or just ogling each other?”

Geralt released Jaskier and took a quick step away.

“Close your eyes, I’ve got a surprise!” Geralt heard Jaskier call from behind. “No, don’t turn around, just close your eyes.” A moment later Jaskier was behind him and asked into his ear, “are your eyes closed?”

“No,” Geralt murmured, “you know I hate surprises.” But he did not turn around. So Jaskier took a step closer, rested his chin on Geralt’s shoulder from behind and leaned his chest against his back.

“Oh, I forgot, sorry,” he said. Geralt shrugged with his unoccupied shoulder and asked “What is the surprise?”

Jaskier hummed and Geralt could feel the vibration against his back, an unexpectedly pleasant sensation and he leaned into him just a tiny fraction.

Then Jaskier said, “I bought cotton candy. Do you think you could guess the flavor?”

“There is flavored cotton candy?”

Jaskier giggled and Geralt found it even better than his humming.”Yes and I bought the weirdest one I could find.”

“Mh…okay.” Geralt said. He did not really want to taste the cotton candy but he wanted to stay like this for a while, Jaskier pressed to his back, his warm breath tickling the sensitive skin on his neck.

“Open your mouth,” Jaskier said.

He reached around him and Geralt opened his mouth. The soft cotton candy instantly melted on his tongue but he had no idea what this flavor was supposed to be.

“I have no fucking clue what this is,” he said eventually. Jaskier laughed, peeled himself off Geralt and stepped around him. The cotton candy was an unnatural shade of blue and Geralt frowned. Jaskier was grinning and said, “it’s called ‘smurf’.”

“How the fuck does a smurf taste?”

“Like this?” Jaskier wiggled the cotton candy. Geralt ripped a bit off and reached over. Jaskier looked startled for a second before he slowly opened his mouth. Geralt’s fingers brushed Jaskier’s lips and Jaskier closed his mouth faster than he had anticipated (or did his fingers linger too long?).

A moment later Jaskier coughed and let the cotton candy drop to the ground.

“Fuck, this is disgusting!”

Jaskier pointed at a stand nearby and jumped up and down excitedly. “Look, catch-a-duck!” He beamed not unlike the children surrounding the stand and Geralt sighed. “Jaskier, this is for kids.”

“Nonsense,” he replied and pulled Geralt along.

Geralt was always amazed how at ease and natural Jaskier looked in even the weirdest circumstances. An adult man with a child-sized neon-green plastic fishing rod with a magnet at the end of the line should look ridiculous - but not Jaskier. He was laughing at something the young man in the stand had said and a sting of something that was definitely not jealousy made his heart contract painfully for a second.

But then Jaskier turned to Geralt and smiled at him and his chest felt tight for another reason. Geralt nodded and Jaskier turned back to the horde of colorful plastic ducks with magnets glued to their heads that swam in the basin surrounding the stall. His face was scrunched in concentration now and Geralt could see the pink tip of Jaskier’s tongue poke out between his lips. How could a grown man with a fuck ton of hair on his chest look so unreasonably adorable?

When Jaskier had managed to fish two blue ducks he called, “Geralt, can you rub my back for luck?”

“Wha..?”

“Don’t ask, just do it,” Jaskier interrupted him. Geralt sighed and reached over, placing his hand between Jaskier’s shoulder blades. He felt him breathe in deeply and he planted his hand a bit more firmly, not pushing but letting him know he was there.

And a moment later Jaskier shrieked excitedly as he fished out a third blue duck. The stallholder took the ducks and rod from him and Jaskier turned around, hugged Geralt and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Geralt could feel a blush creeping up his neck when Jaskier leaned back a fraction to look him in the eyes, arms still wrapped around him. “Thank you,” Jaskier said, so close that Geralt could feel his warm breath on his face.

“What reward do you want?” the stallholder asked a little too loud. Jaskier sighed, let go of Geralt and selected a teddy bear holding a heart.

Jaskier wiggled his eyebrows and asked, “what do you say?”

Geralt snorted, “about what?”

“My fishing skills.”

Geralt snickered and replied, “it’s a game designed for four-year-olds.”

Jaskier huffed, hugged the teddy bear to his chest and said, “I’ll better keep you for myself and not give you to mister grumpy-pants here.” Geralt rolled his eyes but blushed a little at the thought of Jaskier giving him a bear holding a fucking heart.

As the sun descended, painting the sky pink, the fair got more and more crowded. The promised hour was long over but Geralt had forgotten about it. The neon lamps on the stalls and carousels gave their best to attract customers like flowers attracting bees. Geralt and Jaskier let themselves be steered by the flow of people over the fair but when they nearly got seperated, Jaskier grabbed Geralt’s hand and interlaced their fingers.

When they joined the queue for the Ferris Wheel, neither of them let go - or acknowledged that they were practically holding hands, even though Geralt was quite aware of Jaskier’s hand in his. He just hoped that his palm was not too sweaty and stole glances from the corner of his eye at Jaskier. Jaskier was still clutching the teddy bear to his chest and looked happy and content and a warm feeling washed over Geralt.

They got a carriage for themselves and when the Ferris Wheel started to move, lifting them slowly into the night sky, Jaskier looked down as the fair shrank under their feet and said, “oh, it’s beautiful!” Geralt looked at him and felt like in a bad romance novel because he wanted to agree, but not regarding the fair below them.

The Wheel stopped when they were on top. The wind was much stronger up here and he felt Jaskier shiver, so Geralt wrapped his arms around him.

“Here,” Jaskier said, “you hold little Geralt for a while.” He pushed the teddy into Geralt’s hands.

“Little Geralt?” Geralt asked with a raised eyebrow and Jaskier giggled, pressing closer to Geralt.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Jaskier asked after a moment.

“Of course,” Geralt replied.

Jaskier stayed silent for another moment before he said, “I...wanted to kiss you at least five times today.”

Something cold washed over Geralt and he tried to swallow but his throat was too dry.

“I...what?”

Jaskier leaned away to look at him, Geralt’s arm still awkwardly around him.

“Kiss you,” Jaskier repeated and his eyes dropped to Geralt’s mouth.

“Umm….” Geralt’s thoughts were racing and he wasn’t sure if this was some kind of fever dream. Maybe he had fallen off the Ferris Wheel and lay on a coma?

Fuck it. “We could do it now,” he said after a moment, “kiss?”

His racing thoughts stopped suddenly when he felt Jaskier’s warm hand on his cheek. And the next moment they were kissing. When the Ferris Wheel started to move again Geralt broke the kiss, but Jaskier kept close and said, “oh no, not this time.” Geralt smiled and pulled him in for another kiss.

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