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restmyheadatnightcontent · 3 years

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I can go where life leads me

this another part of my made of love verse ft yen being an idiot and a bit insecure and these two taking the next big step.

this was written for a @geraskeferbingo prompt ‘celebratory kiss’!

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“What about this one?” Yennefer asks, turning the laptop around to show Jaskier.

He looks up from where he is sat across from her, possibly writing his reports but also just as likely to be playing some sort of stupid game. “Oooh I like that one. Nice garden.”

“Yeah that’s what I thought. And there’s a study that we could turn into a music room,” she says, clicking her way through the photos. Jaskier doesn’t react to that, so she glances up at him to see him with a confused frown fixed on his face.

“What?” she asks.

“Wouldn’t you rather keep it it as a study though?”

“I’ve got an office at the shop which will be fine,” she explains, but he still looks confused.

“So why put a music room in your house? Surely it would be better used for Ciri.”

“Because it isn’t going to be just my house. And besides Ciri can have the big bedroom so she has room for all her stuff.”

Jaskiers mouth drops open and he lets out a noise that she cannot quite figure out.

“What’s wrong with you?”

His mouth opens and closes silently before he says, “You want me to move in? With you? Like together?”

“Yes, obviously,” she answers, rolling her eyes. “Now please stop gaping like a fish and tell me what you think of this one.”

“Obviously? No, not obviously! You can’t just spring that on me out of nowhere!”

“I asked you last week!”

“No you did not! I’m certain I would have remembered that,”

“I did! When we were having pizza last week. When Ciri was at that sleepover.”

“No you didn’t! We talked about that wedding order you have to fill, and then what I’m going to play at that gig, and then we talked about annoying Sofia’s mum was being and then we watched the film and talked about how much we hated it! Nowhere at any point in the evening did you talk about moving in together!”

She thinks back to that evening, and everything they discussed. She had definitely planned to ask him that evening. She wasn’t going to make a bid deal out of it, knowing that Jaskier was bound to make more than enough of a fuss for both of them.

But now she remembers the doubt that had crept in, the fear that maybe she was moving too fast, that for all his smiles and declarations, that actually he doesn’t feel the same and that she has been fooled, that she has been swept up in his dramatics as so many have been before because for once she had someone who saw her and hadn’t turned and run. She remembers the voice in her head, the one filled with insecurity that hasn’t reared its head in so long, telling her that asking him to move in could, in fact, be a terrible mistake.

And so she hadn’t asked.

Later, she had thought, I’ll ask him later.

Except she never had, had pushed it from her mind, but somehow managed to convince herself that he knew what she was trying to ask, had done what he had done so many times before and looked inside her mind and seen what she had meant to say.

Fuck.

“Fuck, I didn’t.”

“Told you!”

A silence descends over them, one that is tinged with an awkwardness and unease between them that hasn’t been there since they first met. One of the things she liked about Jaskier is that for all he talks, he also listens and can read between the lines she draws, hearing her meaning behind what she says.

She is aware that she is the one that should say something, that she is the one that has caused this – this strange sort of tension between them, which could be easily broken if she only asked now. It would be simple, just one question and they could leave this strange quiet behind them.

But still there is that voice inside her, the one whispering what if, what if, what if-

She prides herself on her bravery, her courage, doing whatever she needs to do to get what she wants, but that courage seems to flee whenever it comes to relationships. It is as though she is a young girl again, hiding away, because hiding was easier than rejection. There is nothing worse, nothing more terrifying than holding herself open, not hiding anything, showing every scar and crack, holding her heart out in trembling hands, offering herself up saying here, here I am, this is me and for them to turn back say no, no, not you.

There have been very few people that have seen her like that, very few people that she has let close enough to try. But Jaskier has been one of them, and she could not bear it if he turned away now, after carving out a space for himself in her life, and that voice inside is just telling her to run, leave now before she can ruin it.

But she cannot listen to that voice anymore.

No, she tells it, I will not run.

Because she knows that Jaskier is just as scared as she is. Unlike her, his fear doesn’t stop him from offering up his heart again and again and again, almost certain that it will be dashed away without a thought, but she knows he lives in dread of the moment that someone will finally give up on him, deem him too much and leave him alone once again.

But he has been brave with her, he has often taken the first step, waited for her to meet him halfway, still that nervous man handing over a bouquet of flowers waiting for her to say yes.

Well now it is her turn to be brave.

She takes a deep breath and asks, “Will you move in with me?”

She expects him to make some sort of joke, to tease her, but he must see the vulnerability in her eyes because for a moment he says nothing. He gets up and comes to kneel in front of her, his hand reaches up to cup her face and he whispers against her lips “I would love nothing more.”

And then he is kissing her, and she winds her fingers into his hair, because she loves him. She loves him, this stupid, ridiculous, annoying idiot of a man, this man who has seen her at her meanest, heard her cutting words and hadn’t run away, had fought back with scathing words of his own. This man who had seen her in her element, but had understood the struggle it had taken for her to get there. The man who had seen her beauty, but looked deeper and seen the pieces of her that she had tried to hide and brought them out to admire. The man who had seen her when she was scared, as she tried to find her feet with parenthood, and hadn’t tried to tell her what to do, but had just stood by her and supported her as she tried to figure it out.

They break apart and she pulls him up and into her lap.

“I can’t believe you want to live with me,” he says, leaning his forehead against her temple, winding his arms around her shoulders.

“Honestly, neither can I,” she replies “Is it too late to take it back?”

He pinches her side and she lets out a sharp laugh, swatting at his hand.

“Oh, this is going to be so much fun! I’ve already got so many ideas. Hypothetically, how would you feel about a lime green kitchen? Because—”

“Oh good lord, what have I done.”

“Hush, darling. You just need to accept that I have superior knowledge about these things due to my incredible taste.”

She just raises an eyebrow and looks pointedly at his horrible patterned shirt with equally garish trousers.

“Just because you can’t appreciate it, doesn’t mean its not fashionable, dear,” he says and then twists and reaches for the laptop that is still sitting on the table. “And this place won’t do.”

“It was fine ten minutes ago,” she points out.

“Yes but that before I was also going to be living there.”

“But it would have been okay for me?”

Before he can panic too much, she rolls her eyes and plants a kiss on his cheek.

They just sit quietly for a few moments, him perched on her lap with her arms held loosely around his waist, but it isn’t a tense quiet like before, just comfortable. They enjoy it and then he breaks it by turning to her and saying “Thank you for asking me.”

She just tucks her chin on his shoulder and squeezes him tightly. They both know that this is the biggest commitment either of them has made in a long time, and that although it is terrifying, it is less scary knowing that they are doing it together, and she is content to just enjoy this moment, of them taking the plunge together.

#made of love verse #yennskier #yennskier fic #the witcher #the witcher fic #yenskier #yennefer x jaskier #yennefer #jaskier #my writing #my fic

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king-finnigan · 4 years

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5 times Geralt failed to ask Jaskier out and 1 time he somehow managed

Yen calls him immediately after he’s sent her the text. “What’s going on? You said it was an emergency?” She sounds slightly worried, and Geralt realizes that ‘Need help. Emergency.’ does sound like something to be worried about.

“I wanna ask Jaskier out.”

She lets out a long-suffering sigh, and he could swear he hears a ‘fucking finally’ muttered away from the receiver. “Cool, sure. So what do you need my help for?”

“Asking him out.”

She laughs softly. “Seriously? You’re a grown-ass man, surely you can ask someone out, right? You’ve done it before.”

He keeps quiet, and blesses all his lucky stars that she isn’t here to see shame rise red to his cheeks.

“Wait-“ He hears her let out a startled laugh. “You’ve never asked someone out before?”

His silence is confirmation enough.

“How the fuck did you manage to go your entire life without asking someone out?” She doesn’t wait for an answer. “Whatever. Alright, so, here’s what you gotta do-“

---

He’s waiting outside the doors of the cinema, bouncing on his heels a bit. Jaskier’s always a bit late – fashionably late, as Jaskier himself calls it – which is fine under any other circumstances, but the movie won’t wait for them, so it sets Geralt’s nerves on fire.

Finally, Jaskier shows up. With Triss and Sabrina in tow. To what was supposed to be a date.

“Hi!” Jaskier greets him brightly. “Hope it’s alright that I brought Triss and Sabrina. A movie is just much more fun when there are more people, you know? Hope you don’t mind?”

Geralt smiles tightly, and shakes his head. Later, after the movie, he rereads the text he sent Jaskier a few days earlier, and realizes he maybe didn’t really make it clear that he intended it as a date. Great. Something to remember for next time. Though he’s not gonna ask Jaskier on a movie date again. Firstly because Jaskier apparently likes it better when it’s not just the two of them, and also because they stumbled into their seats ten minutes late, and he doesn’t think he’s gonna survive that kind of embarrassment again.

II.

Okay, so clearly Yennefer’s plan didn’t work out. Maybe he should ask someone else.

It takes a while before Eskel picks up, but Geralt immediately relaxes when he hears his brother’s voice. “Yeah?”

“I wanna ask Jaskier out. I need your advice.”

Eskel breathes out something that sounds suspiciously like ‘finally’. It’s quiet for a while, as Geralt gives his brother time to think.

“Flowers,” Eskel eventually says. “Jaskier likes flowers, right? He seems like a flower kinda guy. So give him flowers.”

“Okay, thanks,” he says.

“By the way, can I borrow your drill? I’m making a shed and mine broke.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Okay, thanks. Bye.” Eskel hangs up, and Geralt drops his phone on his bed, thoughts mulling over how best to handle this.

---

He shuffles from one foot to another as he waits for Jaskier to open the door, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a bouquet of different types of orange flowers. It had caught his eye at the florist, because of its obnoxious colours, and he figured Jaskier would love it.

Finally, the door opens. And immediately slams shut again, Jaskier’s high-pitched shriek muffled from behind the wood. “Fucking shit!”

Geralt frowns, and knocks on the door. “Jaskier? Are you alright?”

A muffled sneeze, followed by: “No! I’m allergic to flowers.” Another three sneezes, in quick succession. “Very.”

Great. Just his fucking luck. “Uh… r-right,” he stammers. “I’ll- I’ll throw them away, then.”

He apologizes for it later, and Jaskier tells him not to worry about it, though he’s hardly able to string the sentence together through several sneezes and wet sniffles, eyes red and swollen.

III.

Okay, so no movie date, and definitely no flowers. Maybe he should call someone else. He considers calling Lambert for a second, but he knows that would probably be the worst idea of his life – Lambert would either laugh in his face and hang up, or he would suggest something ridiculous like a bungee-jumping proposal or some shit like that.

Instead, he calls his dad. He’s always been able to rely on Vesemir for advice, so he supposes this time won’t be any different.

“What’s wrong?” his dad asks as soon as he picks up the phone.

Geralt frowns. “Nothing. I’m calling for advice.”

It’s quiet for a while. Then: “Alright, but disposing of a body is a lot harder than you think it is. Just take that into consideration before you go through with it. So first you gotta-”

“What? No, I wanna ask Jaskier out.”

Silence. “Oh. Who?”

“Jaskier. You met him last Christmas. Brown hair, blue eyes.”

“That loud-mouth that kept following you at the party?”

“Yes.”

It’s quiet for a few seconds, and Geralt could swear he hears a muffled ‘thank the gods’, as if Vesemir is holding his hand over the receiver. “Try flowers.”

“Already tried that. Nearly killed him because he’s allergic.”

“Hmm. Take him to a nice restaurant.”

Geralt nods, and he realizes embarrassingly late that Vesemir can’t see him. “Alright. Thank you. But, what you said about disposing of a body, what-“ The line clicks. Vesemir’s hung up.

---

“Hey, there’s this new restaurant, a few blocks away. Di Mare, I think it’s called. Wanna go there, maybe next Saturday?”

Jaskier snorts at him, incredulous expression on his face. “That place? No thanks, way too fancy for me. What do you take me for, a rich person?”

“Jaskier, you’re literally royalty.”

“Nah,” Jaskier continues, ignoring him, “let’s just order take-out. Have a little movie night.”

Geralt nods, hope shining in his chest. “Yeah, sure.”

Jaskier grins at him, pulling his phone out. “Cool! I’ll text Yen and Triss, let them know. Been a while since we all hung out together.” Oh, fucking brilliant.

IV.

“Triss? I need your help.”

“Sure, what can I do?”

“I wanna ask Jaskier out.”

“Oh, yeah, Yen told me about that. So I figure you still haven’t managed?”

“Clearly.” He doesn’t mention the fact that so far, she’s come between his plans twice. He doesn’t want to hurt her feelings, and she’s obviously not doing it on purpose.

It’s quiet for a while. “Uh… Flowers are a big no-no, he’s allergic to those.”

“Figured that out by now.”

“The hard way?”

“The hard way.”

“Yikes. Hmm. Restaurant?”

“No.”

“Fuck, then I’m fresh outta ideas, chief. Wait, no. There’s this new coffeeshop just around the corner. Jask loves coffee, no way you can go wrong with this one.” Geralt highly doubts it, but thanks her anyways and hangs up.

---

The barista makes heart-eyes at Jaskier the entire time they’re ordering, and when they go to sit down, Jaskier turns his cup and finds the guy’s phone number written on the side. He immediately pulls out his phone and sends the barista a text. Geralt tries and fails not to sulk.

“Hey.”

He blinks, then frowns at his five year-old neighbour who’s blocking the exit of the apartment building, looking up at him with a glint in her eyes that she always gets when she’s about to drop snowballs through people’s mailboxes.

“… Hi.”

“Heard you were trying to ask your boyfriend out,” Ciri says.

“He’s not my boyfriend. And how’d you know that?”

“Gran-gran says the walls are thin and you talk loud when you’re on the phone.”

“… Okay.”

It’s quiet for a while, her gaze intent on him the entire time, and he starts to feel uncomfortable, shuffling on his feet. Sure, the effect may be mollified by the fact that she’s missing her front teeth, but she’s still very unnerving.

“… Ciri, can I leave n-“

“You should ask him out.”

“That’s why I’m trying t-“

“Just ask.”

“Ciri-“

“Give him alcohol. Grown-ups like alcohol. Then ask.”

He sighs. “If I promise to do that, can you please let me pass so I can go to work?”

She holds up her hand, pinkie finger extended. “Pinkie promise.”

He hooks his little finger through hers. “Pinkie promise. Now can I please go?”

She nods solemnly, and steps to the side. He’s halfway down the stairs when she calls out to him: “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”

He looks back, sees her staring at him, face blank and grave, and he turns back, getting out of there as fast as he can. What the fuck?

---

Geralt’s walking to Jaskier’s door, two cups of coffee in his hands. Sure, the giving-Jaskier-alcohol part of Ciri’s plan wasn’t the greatest, but he couldn’t deny that simply asking Jaskier on a date might be effective and solid, because it’s so simple.

Except, just his luck, as he walks to Jaskier’s door, Jaskier barges out of his apartment, and smashes into Geralt, coffee spilling over both of them.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Jaskier exclaims, throwing his hands in the arms exasperatingly. He sighs, his foul mood evident on his face. “Guys and coffee seems to be a deadly combination for me, lately.”

“I guess it didn’t work out with the barista, then?” He somehow manages to keep his hope out of his voice.

Jaskier sighs and shakes his head, fishing a paper tissue out of his backpack to wipe at the front of his shirt. “Yeah, no. Total hipster, and he couldn’t stop talking about himself. Like, yada-yada-yada, you like old music, we get it, now can we please talk about me?” He sighs, seems to give up on saving his shirt. “Guess I’ll have to go back inside to get a new one,” he mutters. “Anyways, why are you here? Is there something going on?”

Geralt swallows, shakes his head. “No, just wanted to bring you some coffee. Sorry about uh…” he waves his hand a bit “that. Gotta go.”

He rushes out of there, ignoring Jaskier’s inquiring “Geralt?” behind him.

+ I

“So you’ve finally turned to me for council,” Lambert says in lieu of greeting when he answers the phone.

Geralt sighs.

“I want to hear you say it, Ger-Ger. I’ll help you but I need to hear you say it.”

“Don’t call me Ger-Ger.”

“Say it.”

He sighs again, a headache starting to form behind his eyes. “Fine. I need your help.”

He can practically hear Lambert’s self-satisfied smirk. “Lucky for you, I’ve got just the idea…”

For some reason, Geralt doesn’t exactly feel lucky.

---

The first pebble he throws misses its target, and he cringes as it nearly hits Jaskier’s downstairs neighbor’s window. He tries again. This time it hits its mark, but there’s no sign of life from Jaskier’s apartment. He tries again. No response. And again. No response. He throws three pebbles against the window in quick succession.

Finally, a light turns on and Jaskier opens the window, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Geralt? It’s one in the morning, what-“

He looks down at his phone, frantically searching for the song that Lambert recommended- fucking Lambert. He never should’ve agreed to this, and he’s going to kill his brother once this is over. Finally, he finds the right song. It’s the same one as in that one movie Lambert told him about where this guy held a boombox over his head or some shit – ‘something Jaskier will have definitely watched’, his brother had reassured him. Finally, he finds the right song, and holds his phone over his head, volume as loud as possible, and-

“WANT A BREAK FROM THE ADS?-”

Geralt closes his eyes in horror as the ad continues playing, several lights turning on in the windows of the apartment building. Jaskier on the other hand, is- gone.

Geralt frowns, turns the ad off, and looks at Jaskier’s window, painfully empty. Suddenly, the door to the building opens, and Jaskier comes staggering out, wheezing and clutching his stomach as he makes his way towards Geralt.

“That-“ he says between giggles “that was the funniest and most adorable shit I’ve ever seen.” He hiccups, starts laughing uncontrollably again. “What…?”

“Lambert’s idea.”

Jaskier laughs again, desperately holding on to Geralt’s shoulder as to not keel over. “Of- of course it’s his idea, oh gods-“ He hiccups, finally calming down a bit. “Isn’t this from that one movie?”

“Yeah.”

“Isn’t it a romantic movie?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you trying to ask me out, Geralt?”

“… Yeah.”

Jaskier smiles softly. “I accept. But please- next time, you can just ask. There’s no need to go through all this trouble.”

Geralt resists the urge to smack his palm against his face. “Alright, I’ll remember that for next time.”

Jaskier looks back, sees multiple lights on in the windows, sees some neighbors frowning down at them angrily. “Better wrap this up or they’re gonna call the cops on us.” He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss against Geralt’s cheek. “Goodnight, Geralt.” He turns around and makes his way back to the apartment complex.

“Goodnight, Jaskier.”

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #drabble #5 + 1 things #fluff #crack #everyone in this is a chaotic bastard #and i regret nothing #literally no one asked for this #but i do what i want babey #feral hours #fuck you spotify ads #modern au #the thing ciri says is shakespeare btw lmao

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all-hail-the-witcher · 3 years

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kay so this has been bothering me for days

pretty much every character in the witcher is a piece of shit with one or several toxic traits, morally gray values and many flaws which causes them to have toxic relationships.

you might be thinking, hey saph, what the fuck? and i promise theres a point so lemme explain myself.

first up lets talk about jaskier, this fandoms little baby. hes not a main, hes a side and pretty much only there for comic relief, and to drive geralt's storyline by kinda playing the role of destiny. but in canon you cant deny that hes kind of a bitch.

first, he uses geralt for fame. in the show he only becomes famous after toss a coin and theres also the whole thing where hes like “witcher time to repay your debt” in ep 4, which is some severe talking down to. he tries to steal geralts djinn wishes (and then theres the matter of what he tries to wish for), then kinda blames geralt for the whole mess that gets them into, gets mad that geralt wants to save yen when jaskier literally put him in the mess to begin with, and then theres the whole mountain scene thing where jaskier tries to make a pretty shitty joke to lighten the mood (geralt doesnt get jokes on the best days clearly so why now idk). hes definitely not traveling with geralt all the time (which i made a different post about) and is pretty much just using him.

all of that being said jaskier is a great character and definitely brings some much needed lightness to the show. most of the stuff in there is pretty heavy and without a comic relief it would take itself too seriously and probably be really hard to watch. also geralt and jaskiers relationship is important because it shows that geralt actually cares about someone that isn't tied to him through destiny. his flaws allow the audience to see other sides of the characters that he interacts with and how they respond to situations that they might not normally want to be in.

geralt clearly has issues, even if he doesnt know what they are per se. he was abandoned by his mom as a kid, forced to become a witcher (consent issues), has pretty much no friends, is called a monster, murdered a bunch of humans in blaviken, hes not always overly nice to jaskier (but admittedly that could be because jaskier is using him), he ignores all his emotions because witchers aren't supposed to have any, has a pretty grim outlook on life, ties yennefer to him via the djinn, claims the law of surprise and then kinda just abandons ciri until the war, tells yen shed make an awful mother, yells at her for wanting a choice when he took that away from her with the djinn, the list goes on.

but geralt needs these flaws in order to 1. have a story 2. make the story interesting and 3. have a character arc. hes a really well written character because a lot of the time you can tell that he doesnt know what hes doing when he makes shitty decisions because he really doesnt know any better or doesnt know what to do when faced with a decision. hes trying his best (most of the time) and does genuinely seem like he wants to help people even it does frequently blow up in his face cause he doesnt understand human emotions and relationships very well. geralts flaws are needed because they show his humanity (yes its still there) and also drive the story. there would be no story without geralt's flaws.

then we have yennefer. she was shunned by her parents and essentially sold, didnt have a choice in becoming a sorceress, literally tried to kill herself, had a pretty shit relationship with that dude who's name i cant remember, reluctantly became a sorceress and lost the ability to have kids, has major consent issues, appears to be power hungry in some scenes, theres the orgy scene (which yes is supposed to be consensual but that's not really abundantly clear the first time you watch it and people sometimes get upset by it), despite having consent issues tries to rape jaskier who's definitely not into that, pretty much trusts no one and her first focus is usually personal gain.

but much like geralts, all of yennefers flaws are absolutely needed in the show. they sell the fact that she's still the confused scared girl who was unwanted by her parents and show the lasting effects of trauma. they give her substance and direction in the series. she's a main character and she has a rather complex arc with all her flaws and she certainly wants to get better, she just doesnt really know how to go about it properly. her flaws cost her relationships, and overall make her a very tangible character that a lot of people can relate to. they show that although she might be a sorceress, she's not untouchable, she still has issues, she's not perfect, and she has things to learn and grow from.

most people are able to forgive jaskier and geralt for their flaws, but have a harder time with yennefer. objectively, there are huge issues with things that all three of them do. but you cant exploit the flaws of one or two characters to make fanfics interesting and completely make the third character irredeemable because all three of them are overly similar in their mistakes: they all want to protect themselves, want personal gain, and do some questionable things when it comes to consent. morally gray characters are what drives plot and theyre really fun to write about. yennefer deserves the same appreciation jaskier and geralt get. just cause she's a woc doesnt make her flaws any worse than theirs.

#i still have much more to say about this but #hm #witcher #discourse #??#yennefer #yennefer of vengerberg #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #geralt #geralt of rivia

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avarice-inclined · 4 years

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GET TO KNOW THE BLOGGER .

Can be used for RP and non-RP blogs to get to know a bit about the person behind the screen!

1. FIRST NAME: emmett

2. STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF: i have an overall weird talent for mimicking character voices, but the most notable one is Stitch from Lilo and Stitch

3. TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON: -✧ eyes, definitely, even though it’s a bit of an oxymoron because of how much i HATE making direct eye-contact in conversation, but i like eyes when i can look and the person isn’t looking directly at me -✧ how a person smiles is a big one, because happiness is really heckin beautiful and it’s even better if i know i’m the cause of a smile -✧ freckles. i absolutely love freckles, like, the more the merrier. it’s like having constellations on their skin, like the universe doused them in glitter idk, they’re just super pretty

4. A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF: mac n cheese, esp if it’s nice and gooey with lots of melted cheese. i go absolutely ham for good mac n cheese lol

5. A FOOD YOU HATE: i don’t really care for beans of any sort. baked beans are an exception but, like, they gotta be the sweet kind. i hate sausage, in general, esp breakfast sausage because the smell just makes my stomach feel bleugh

6. GUILTY PLEASURE: collecting stupid quarter machine figurines and writing complex, self-insert fanfiction in my head that never make it into written form because i am not brave enough to actually write any of that shit down lmao

7. WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN: leggings and a t-shirt, sometimes just a shirt and nothin else cuz i live in florida in a house with no central air and it’s HOT don’t judge

8. SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS: serious, but only because i’m not emotionally capable of flings and i have to get p close to someone for anything bedroom-related to come up, and if it’s gotten to that point i’m definitely already HELLA ATTACHED and probably already telling the person ‘love you’ in casual conversation

9. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE: i honestly don’t know about this because, like, ideally i would have left my parents house way earlier than i did, or at least tried to assert my demand to be treated like a human being way earlier, but, then again, everything that’s happened in my life has led me to the point i’m at today and if things had gone just slightly different, i might not have met my husband, or i might not be as sure of my gender identity as i am now. so, like, even though a lot of things in my past REALLY SUCKED, there’s only a specific few things i might change but even then i’d be hesitant about it because i like how my life is now, even with all the shit i had to struggle through to get here.

10. ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON: probably, yeah, i am def that touch-starved bitch who craves physical affection, be it platonic, romantic, or otherwise. i’m not down to hug or cuddle with a stranger but, like, if i’m friends with someone and know they’re cool with it, they’re gettin loved on

11. A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN: all of the LoTR/Hobbit movies, any Studio Ghibli film, the last unicorn, WOLF CHILDREN EVEN THO IT MAKES ME LITTLE-GIRL SOB EVERY TIME, Venom, Detective Pikachu, THE PRINCESS BRIDE

12. FAVORITE BOOK: island of the blue dolphins, the entire animorphs series, DRAGONRIDERS OF PERN SERIES, actually just about any book with dragons in it where the dragons are complex and not evil is absolutely my jam, the Abhorsen series, also the Hunger Games... i don’t really have one specific favorite book that’s literally impossible to decide lol

13. YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE: anything that isn’t a spider or a bug that can inflict bodily harm unto my person. i just really love all animals okay just gimme a farm house or a ranch so i can have ALL of my favorite animals in one place that’d be ideal. but if i had to pick just one i’d want my cat because she’s the best little girl and i’ve only had her for 4 days but i would die for this chaotic little ball of fluff you have no idea. i am incomplete without a cat at my side

14. TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL]: (FMA) ed/winry or ed/ling, just let the kids be happy, (WITCHER) geralt/jaskier/yen, because geralt has two hands and both of them deserve to be held, (FMA) greed/not dying au’s, I JUST WANT MY BOY TO HAVE A HAPPY ENDING IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR?, (ATLA) katara/zuko/aang, lemme have my loving polyam pairings, (ADVENTURE ZONE) taako/kravitz, because the bar doesn’t get much higher than seducing the grim reaper with threat of tentacles

15. PIE OR CAKE: i literally cannot choose between the two, i have favorites from both categories and i BAKE so that makes it even harder

16. FAVORITE SCENT: vanilla, peaches, and books

17. CELEBRITY CRUSH: brendan urie or kiera knightley... also david tennant

18. IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO: new zealand, because i’m a nerd and that’s where LoTR was filmed, but i’d also like to go to japan

19. INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT: definitely an introvert

20. DO YOU SCARE EASILY: very much so, but i do still enjoy horror themes in movies and games, even if i can’t play most games myself and have to watch lets plays of them

21. IPHONE OR ANDROID: i’ve only ever had android phones. the only apple device i ever had was an iPad but since i was only using it for art i don’t have much of an opinion on it beyond that lol

22. DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES: i’m currently playing the witcher 3, whichever final fantasy has Noctis in it- i don’t know what the number is because i have a hard time reading roman numerals, kingdom hearts 3, and animal crossing new leaf (if any of you also play i am welcome to giving out my friend code if you’re interested!)

23. DREAM JOB: making a living off my art, or even getting into video game design

24. WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS: pay off debt/overdue bills, finally get hormone therapy and top surgery, and get myself and my friends and chosen family into a better house and away from abusive situations

25. FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE: i don’t think there are any characters that i hate tbh, i might hate things that certain characters DO, but that’s not the same as hating the character itself. from a design perspective, though, Tingle from LOZ can fuck right off, actually. WAIT SCRATCH THAT. SHOU TUCKER CAN SWALLOW A CACTUS WHOLE. that is all. ahem.

26. FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER: twi//light, until i realized just how gross smeyer was and how her writing is, objectively, not as great as everyone made it out to be

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Just breathe, you idiot, chapter 5

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Summary: It has been a long day. Geralt and Jaskier got kicked out of town, and one idiot just needed to wake Geralt up in the middle of the night, barely being able to take a single breath.

The consequences of very unsafe binding featering one idiotic bard

The mage's house was a bit tidier than last night. The empty bottles were put on one big pile in the corner instead of discarded around the house, and that was pretty much it. The house was still a mess and the stench from days and nights drinking alone still hung in the room and the pile of books seemed to have grown bigger.

‘Okay master witcher, let’s finish this quickly so I can get back to my daily routine. What’s your problem. The price will be fair.’

‘I need information about the body transformations in Aretuza.’

‘How the fuck am I supposed to know anything about that? I didn’t went there, I’m a druids mage you idiot. I am unlike those witches fertile.’

‘You know something at least.’

‘Fine, from what I’ve heard it’s part of the process of making the students infertile. While they do that they can change the appearance of their subjects. And they have a no outsiders policy, so you can’t have it.’

‘It’s not for me.’

‘Yeah, I don’t care. Anything else?’

‘I need to contact another mage. Directly.’

‘I have a megascope, if they have one I can contact them. What’s their name?’

‘Yennefer of Vengerberg.’ He knew it was probably gonna be hard to convince her but her trusted her so much, he knew that she would do it right if he could convince her. He just didn’t trust anyone else when it comes to important matters like this.

‘I need you to write down your name first, so that if you run off I can make them arrest you.’

He pulled out a piece of paper. It said Alexander of Lyria, healer. It had a lot of names under it and it seemed to be something administrative. The filled in his name under the last one and turned to the mage.

‘Alexander of Lyria?

‘That’s my name. I have nothing to do with Lyria anymore, that shithole.’ He spat at the floor while saying that.

‘Hm. Geralt of Rivia.’

‘Good. It’s upstairs, follow me.’

It was tough navigating through the piles of clothes, books and bottles. It truly was a wonder this man seemed to live here alone. It the mess got really bad the moment they went up the first pair of stairs but the attic seemed to be cleaned up.

‘The attic isn’t such a mess.’

‘Yeah, this is where I do magic. People could die if I'm not careful.’

‘Reassuring.’

‘Don’t, just don’t. I’ll do my magic and you need to step back, if it goes wrong you could be ripped to pieces. Don’t move, don’t speak until I tell you to. Got it?’

‘I do.’

‘Repeat it. What do you need to do?’

‘I'm not a child, Alexander, I don't need to repeat anything.’ And even Geralt knew that megascopes weren’t that dangerous, and definitely not if you only used them to talk.

‘You do, or I’ll won’t do this.’

‘For a mage you don’t seem to be keen on magic. Fine, I won’t move, won’t talk until you tell me to do so.’

‘Good enough. Now stand by the wall next to the door. So if something might occur you can run, if they guards find out I’m fucked.’

He didn’t say anything after that. He went to the door and stood against the wall, watching how this mage was fiddling with the crystals. He readjusted everything twice before stepping back and turning to Geralt.

‘I need to read your mind about her, I need to know who I’m summoning.’

‘Can't I just tell you about her?’ He asked with an angry undertone.

‘No, I won’t look at anything else. Just make sure she’s the only thing you’re thinking about.’

‘You better not.’

‘That’s all in your hands. I will only read the thoughts on the surface, now think about Yennefer.’

So he tried his best to only think of her: Yennefer of Vengerburg, Lilac and goosberries, black hair, violet eyes. Met when I hurt my best friend, Jaskier. He was hurt and he still is hurt only now he-

‘Witcher! I do not care about your friend right now. But fine, that’s enough information.’

‘How much did you see?’ He needed to know, he might not care about himself, but if people find out about Jaskier’s past they might be a real bitch about it. He never really got why people would do it, he was just a man like any other man. His body just didn’t do the right thing. And if something is wrong with your body you should fix it, not try to hide it from everyone and hurting yourself in the process. Everyone deserves to be comfortable in their own body, especially Jaskier. And he definitely didn’t deserve to get attacked by stupid people.

‘Not much. I know enough about Yennefer and I know that you care an awful lot about this “friend” of yours.’ He said while making airaquotes. ‘Nothing more nothing less. Stopped you before you told me too much.’

‘Hm.’

‘Now stay put and-’

‘Don't move or talk unless you say so. I know you’re bitter and awfully worried about doing your job but aren’t you overreacting.’ Apparently hat was the wrong thing to say, the mage seemed furious. He stepped closer until they were face to face, well they would be face to face if the mage wasn’t an entire head shorter than the witcher, but he did stood awfully close. He could see all of the tension in his facial muscles and how he was ready to spit in his face if proved necessary.

‘I have my reasons.’ A bit of spit flew from his lips ‘Now shut your fucking mouth.’ He turned away and took a few deep breaths. After a while of either consentrating or calming down he said something in elven before a blue-ish bubble appeared. It took a while before it seemed to focus but when it did he recognised some of Yennefer’s stuff, but she was still nowhere to be seen. He looked over at the mage who seemed to be relieved, still angry, but relieved that everything went well, so he kept waiting. After a while he heard something on the other side.

‘And who is this? I don’t recognize your magic and- Geralt!’ She was wearing black and white as always, and he was sure she also smelled like lilac and gooseberries, as always.

‘Yennefer. Alexander is it okay for us to talk alone?’

‘Fine, but I'll be right outside and you better let nothing happen.’

‘I won’t, thank you.’ He went outside and closed the door. He heard him lean against a wall before Yennefer spoke again.

‘So you managed to find the bitterest mage on the continent. Didn’t expect anything else from you. But I’m sure you have your reasons to contact me like this, so speak up.’

‘I need your help.’

‘Figured as much, what did you do this time? After that I'll see what I can do.’

‘It’s not for me, I want to help Jaskier.’

‘Geralt you’re gonna have to tell me more, and you better have a good reason for it. Me and the bard aren’t exactly friends.’

He couldn't get himself to speak. Jaskier never even told him, and he trusts him with his life. The only reason he knew was because he woke up while Jaskier could barely breathe. He never choose to tell him, he just got caught. He felt like he was about to spill the biggest secret on the world when the owner of it was trying to do everything to keep it a mystery. He thought he was completely ready to do it but he wasn’t ready to betray him like that. Sadly knowing Yennefer she’d probably never let this go, he just has to find a subtle way of telling it. He knew Yennefer wouldn't care about it at all and still treat him like a piece of shit so it would probably be fine. But it still felt wrong.

‘Come on speak up, I can’t read your mind from here.’

‘You know I don't like that.’

‘Yes, and I can't do it right now. So stop wasting my time and tell me, I have a feeling what this is about and you’re either gonna confirm or deny it right now.’

‘What do you know?’ He snarled at her.

‘No need to get angry, but I'll only tell if you talk first. We might not be the best of friends but I won’t spill secrets. Now speak up before I run out of patience.’

He felt like this was it. No way back after it. Now be subtle Geralt. ‘His chest is.. abnormal.’ He still didn’t want to spill his secrets to anyone, and he was pretty sure the other mage was still listening. Yennefer’s words obviously didn’t help but he did trust her with his life. He knew that she wouldn't hurt him on purpose so she definitely wouldn't hurt Jaskier. ‘I know about your body transformation and thought, that, well,’ He let out a sight. ‘Maybe you could help him.’

‘How do you know?’ She was trying to hide the fact that she was angry now, or at least protective of her own secrets.

‘Saw your left shoulder a little above the right with the djinn’s business. The rest was just connecting the dots.’

‘Fine,’ She was so bitter about it ‘just don’t tell this to anyone. And I know about his chest, surprised it took you so long. Had to make sure he didn’t die remember? Lungs and ribs are a pretty big part of breathing, so I checked it. I was surprised by it but it wasn’t my business, so I did for what I would get paid. Which was making sure he didn’t die, not digging around in his secrets.’

Of course she wouldn't admit that she wanted to capture the djinn, not even after all this time, but he had more important matters on his mind right now.‘Yen, can you help him?

She seemed to think about it for a while. ‘Possibly, yes. I just can’t do it for free.’

‘Just like that?’ He really didn’t expect things to be this easy. ‘You and Jaskier aren’t exactly great friends.’

‘Yes. And I’ll lower the price just because it’s you.’ It really couldn't be that easy.

‘Yennefer I know would never help someone she doesn’t like.’

‘It’s a bit more complicated than that Geralt, I pity the man. Yes even I care about people so don’t give me that look.’

This was all wrong. Yennefer who used to scream that she wanted everything was now saying she’d just help Jaskier, and all that she asked for was something to make sure she can pay the materials. Something was off and it couldn't be that she’d just help him without some sick twist to it. He of course hoped there wasn’t, but this was still Yennefer.

‘Not about your womb?’

‘Geralt even I know you can’t just steal someone's womb, besides it’s very much possible I need it for the spell. Also I need him to agree on it too, I don’t know if he knows you're doing this but don’t make it a surprise. It’s probably gonna cost him his fertility.’

‘It won’t speed up his aging or something right?’ It was the one thing he worried about, they talked about it last night and he only now realized it has always been in the back of his head since. And removing organs couldn’t be extremely good for the body.

‘No. If he wants I can even prolong his life, make him age as slow as a witcher, I could even teach him how to do magic to make him immortal but do you really want to do that to him? He has always lived as a human and for one to suddenly become immortal..it would mean watching everyone die, except for you and me. And you’re already old for a witcher, so he’ll probably have to watch you too.’

‘Tell him that yourself, and I assure you he’ll give his permission to do so.’

‘You, Geralt, are selfish. But fine, as long as he agrees I agree. And I of course get paid reasonably. I need to pay for food and supplies too Geralt, so I can’t do it for free, not even for you.’

‘I know, where do we meet you?’

‘I don’t have the supplies to do that kind of magic here, only place I can think of is Aretuza. And I was not planning on going back there.’

‘Kaer morhen?’

‘Possibly, but that is pretty far away, I can portal there, but since I’m assuming you’re coming too, you will just ride on horseback just to avoid another portal.’

‘Good point. Any other ideas?’

‘I just need the right stuff, Kaer Morhen is the best option. How long will it take you to get there?’

‘A week, maybe longer. Let’s say two.’

‘Good, see you then, hopefully for the both of you I won’t change my mind. If you do let me know, I don’t want to show up there with all my stuff and not see you. If you don’t, see you in two weeks if he agrees, goodbye Geralt.’

‘Goodbye, Yennefer.’ She left when he finished that sentence, the crystals didn’t light up anymore and he would see her again in a week, or so he hoped. He still had to pay the mage, and tell Jaskier about it before they set out. How hard could it be?

‘Geralt?’ He heard the mage say while coming in. ‘All done?

'...'

'pay up.’ He never thought he’d see the bitterest mage on the continent ask him if the conversation was done before fallingback into his usual routine of being an asshole. Something was off even Geralt could see that.

‘You’re act is falling, Alexander.’

‘It’s none of your business, pay up and leave please.’ His voice cracked when he said leave, something happened with him while he was talking with Yennefer, but he didn’t want to care about him, he had more important matters on his mind. And yet he didn’t leave, he just watched at the man who was so bitter all of this time, and now he just seemed hurt. ‘You going to say anything? Look today was a tough day for me, and you made sure of that, I-’

‘No.’ He said, he was done with his act. ’I gave you a job for today, and it wasn’t that hard. I gave you an income for you to drink away whatever’s left of you. So stop. acting. like that.’

‘You reminded me of someone, and I don’t like it one bit. Now pay up and go before I call the guards.’

‘You’ll get in more trouble than me.’

‘I just can’t find the room to care anymore.’

He paid him and he left. It wasn’t any of his business, he barely knew the man. He didn’t ask for his help so he stopped meddling in his business and he left. Back to Jaskier.

Fuck

He needed to talk with him. He told his secret to her without his consent. He really was an idiot he knew that, but hopefully Jaskier will look past that and just think about how he’ll finally be able to take his shirt off- no just live his day to day life without hurting his own ribs and at least not get angry about it. Even if he did he technically didn’t tell her she already knew it, it wasn’t within Jaskier’s knowledge but she still did know before he told her so he would have absolutely no right to be angry.

Luckily for him the walk to the inn wasn’t too long and he didn’t have loads of more time to dwell onto it. He never adjusted his pace and he walked into the inn. He didn’t see Jaskier yet so he started walking towards their room. He was stopped by the innkeeper greeting him.

‘Witcher!’

‘Never caught your name.’

‘Rhona. You are judging from the bard’s songs the white wolf, Geralt of Rivia.’ He was almost fond of much that idiot sung about him. ‘Speaking of him, he wasn’t too happy with your departure. Came here at breakfast and told me about everything. I’m generally not interested in other’s stories but in this one you were being a real asshole. So you might wanna go and explain yourself to him.’

‘I was just about to do that, thank you Rhona.’

‘Sure. Also he told me how much of an idiot you were so I’m going to say it straight to your face. He cares about you loads, don’t throw it away.’

‘I know, thank you.’

‘Good. Now go explain yourself to him.’

‘As said before, that was the plan Rhona.’

‘Just making sure. Good luck.’

He nodded at her as he left. He went up the stairs and he found himself looking at all the decorations, they were Skellige. In hindsight he did hear a little bit of an accent when speaking with Rhona but she did a good job at masking it. The decorations were subtle, no big purple banner with a boat on it, just some stuff that was unique to Skellige. Some plates and other kitchen wear and some weaponry. The combination of tableware and weapons was surprisingly nice to look at. He thought that it probably had to do with the warriors have a home too or some shit. Or maybe it was just the colours, he didn’t know, it was still nice to look at. The plates were nicely decorated with bright colours to show the Skellige pride and the weaponry was-

‘Geralt, even I can see that you’re stalling.’

Jaskier just stood leaning against the doorframe a few meters away. His arms and legs were crossed and his eyes were looking directly at Geralt. To his great surprise he didn’t seem angry at all, just curious.

‘Fine don’t say anything about the stalling then. You definitely were if that’s what you were going to say.’ He wasn’t. He was a witcher, a fearless creature who definitely didn’t stall on talking to his good friend. ‘I'm not angry if that’s what you're wondering. I will be if you don’t get over here and explain yourself right now, but we’re fine for now. So-’ He stood up and made some gestures telling him to come in. ‘Come in and fucking explain yourself.’

Even Geralt knew the not being angry was a lie. He maybe wasn’t angry about him leaving but he was probably angry about the fact that he never explained a thing. And he had the right to be, he was being an asshole about it. He just really hoped he’d understand once he told everything. He walked in the room and everything besides the smell was still the same. He could still faintly smell some sweat but mostly it smelt like Jaskier’s oils. It was nice. He sat on one of the chairs by the table while Jaskier stood next to it with his hands on his hips.

‘Well?’ He asked.

‘Well..’ He repeated while he let the memories of how it all started come back.

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