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restmyheadatnightcontent · 1 year

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#taskmaster #joes potato throw!#rosalinds a fucking nightmare!#judi love - is there a duck on my face #alan davies weird monster noise #tbh I could go on and pick every moment #q

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restmyheadatnightcontent · 2 years

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now on AO3!

sorry for being gone for ages life got slightly good for a while and then fell apart a bit so I haven’t been able to do much writing so please accept this soft yennskier as an apology!

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She can hear the rain beating gently against the window, the slow drip of water from nextdoor’s leaky drainpipe on the roof. She can’t hear the birds outside, still perhaps a little too early for them or perhaps they have hidden themselves away somewhere, safe from the rain.

When she was younger, she had often wondered what it would have been like to be a bird - to just fly off one day and not look back, to feel the air beneath her wings and watch the world pass by below her. To never have to stay in one place for too long, just take off and head somewhere new whenever she felt like it.

She wonders how that girl would feel now looking at her life, her family, her home and the knowledge that her desire to fly away is gone. She wonders if she would be disappointed that she settled, or if she would be happy. She hopes she would be happy, knowing that the reason she dreamed so much of flying away was to fly somewhere that she belonged.

The arm around her waist tightens and that sense of belonging that she once craved and now so familiar blossoms in her chest once again.

And then Jaskier lets out a disgustingly loud snore and she almost changes her mind.

She truly belongs with someone who can sleep fucking normally.

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#self rb

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restmyheadatnightcontent · 2 years

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sorry for being gone for ages life got slightly good for a while and then fell apart a bit so I haven’t been able to do much writing so please accept this soft yennskier as an apology!

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She can hear the rain beating gently against the window, the slow drip of water from nextdoor’s leaky drainpipe on the roof. She can’t hear the birds outside, still perhaps a little too early for them or perhaps they have hidden themselves away somewhere, safe from the rain.

When she was younger, she had often wondered what it would have been like to be a bird - to just fly off one day and not look back, to feel the air beneath her wings and watch the world pass by below her. To never have to stay in one place for too long, just take off and head somewhere new whenever she felt like it.

She wonders how that girl would feel now looking at her life, her family, her home and the knowledge that her desire to fly away is gone. She wonders if she would be disappointed that she settled, or if she would be happy. She hopes she would be happy, knowing that the reason she dreamed so much of flying away was to fly somewhere that she belonged.

The arm around her waist tightens and that sense of belonging that she once craved and now so familiar blossoms in her chest once again.

And then Jaskier lets out a disgustingly loud snore and she almost changes her mind.

She truly belongs with someone who can sleep fucking normally.

Keep reading

#yennskier fic #self rb

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restmyheadatnightcontent · 2 years

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sorry for being gone for ages life got slightly good for a while and then fell apart a bit so I haven’t been able to do much writing so please accept this soft yennskier as an apology!

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She can hear the rain beating gently against the window, the slow drip of water from nextdoor's leaky drainpipe on the roof. She can’t hear the birds outside, still perhaps a little too early for them or perhaps they have hidden themselves away somewhere, safe from the rain.

When she was younger, she had often wondered what it would have been like to be a bird - to just fly off one day and not look back, to feel the air beneath her wings and watch the world pass by below her. To never have to stay in one place for too long, just take off and head somewhere new whenever she felt like it.

She wonders how that girl would feel now looking at her life, her family, her home and the knowledge that her desire to fly away is gone. She wonders if she would be disappointed that she settled, or if she would be happy. She hopes she would be happy, knowing that the reason she dreamed so much of flying away was to fly somewhere that she belonged.

The arm around her waist tightens and that sense of belonging that she once craved and now so familiar blossoms in her chest once again.

And then Jaskier lets out a disgustingly loud snore and she almost changes her mind.

She truly belongs with someone who can sleep fucking normally.

She turns and takes in the familiar sight that greets her every morning; Jaskier fast asleep next to her, hair sticking up at all angles, mouth hanging open and drool forming on the pillow. He looks ridiculous, she thinks as he lets out another snore, but there is still something oddly charming about it. Perhaps it is because she knows how hard he tries to impress and how much effort he puts into his looks, only for it to all be stripped back to this snoring mess. Or perhaps, it’s because it is something private, something just for them, a side that only she is allowed to see.

She reaches up and brushes a strand of hair from his forehead and lets her fingers trace gently down his face, over his cheek, feeling the slight stubble growing again.

It is not unusual for her to wake before him, as she is often up early to get Ciri ready for school and open the shop, but it is rare that she can stay and just be with him. Normally, she is up and out of bed with nothing but a quick kiss to his cheek or a pinch to his ear depending on how she’s feeling.

But now she has time to stay, and study him. She can feel sleep still hovering near her, and it won’t be long before she is drawn back into its grasp. But for now she is content to let her fingers continue their journey across the freckled shoulder she knows so well, the marks she left on him last night, past the scars she knows all the stupid stories behind.

As she feels her eyelids start to droop again and she settles herself down next to him, tucking her face into his neck and breathing him in, feeling the sleepy kiss pressed into her hair as she is pulled in closer, she knows that even if she did fly away again, everything would lead her back her.

Lead her back home.

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

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restmyheadatnightcontent · 2 years

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