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kingeomer · 2 years

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He’s The One I Dream Of

Geralt/Jaskier / rated teen (for language and innuendo) / 3,002 words / ao3

this is part one of my totally self indulgent coffee shop au which is half abandoned while i wait for my fluff brain to return. it’s also the first fic i’d written in about 8 years when i wrote it last year. please be gentle, and enjoy.

Geralt’s alarm was unrepentant this morning, beeping furiously on his bedside table. With a grumble, he threw an arm out blindly, thankfully not hitting anything in the process, and fumbled to find his phone, hitting snooze on the screen and laying back with a sigh. Just five more minutes, he told himself. Five more minutes, and then it’ll be 5:20, he can push himself out of bed at 5:20, debate whether to shave, swallow down some painkillers, and start the morning routine. Five more minutes…

And then Geralt’s second alarm started up. A loud meow from the hallway, followed by frantic scratching at his bedroom door frame and another howling meow. Fuck, so much for five more minutes.

“Roach, for fuck’s sake!” Geralt groaned, turning onto his front to bury his face in his pillow, tugging the covers up to hide despite knowing it was pointless. Roach let out another howl, and Geralt groaned, lifting his head from the pillow to squint at the closed door. Groaning again, Geralt pushed himself up on his hands, hair hanging loose in front of him as he arched his back, stretching much like the horrible, demonic cat on the other side of the door.

Hauling himself up with a sigh, Geralt got out of bed, grabbing his glasses and his phone from the bedside table and opening his bedroom door to glare weakly at the soft ball of fur blinking up at him.

“Come on, little shit. Breakfast time,” Stepping around Roach -who immediately started trying to wind around his ankles- Geralt headed towards the kitchen, setting about feeding his little buddy and affording her scratches between the ears. Watching as Roach started to eat, he crouched to give her gentle pets, stroking down from head to tail with a fond smile, cooing nonsense as he did.

Straightening back up with a grimace, Geralt rubbed at his aching thigh muscle as he headed to the bathroom, taking a box of codeine from the cabinet to pop two pills, washing them down with orange juice from the fridge as Roach ate noisily at his feet. The smell of baking bread from downstairs had quickly become unignorable and all too welcome, and Geralt smiled to himself as he padded down the corridor to open his apartment door, finding a brown paper bag and a coffee cup waiting on his doormat with a scrap of white till roll taped to the cup lid.

“Morning sleeping ugly xx” written surprisingly neatly, with the i’s dotted with little hearts, in Lambert’s handwriting, making Geralt roll his eyes fondly. Fucking moron.

Taking his bag of goodies and the coffee, Geralt headed back inside and made a beeline straight for the small balcony leading off his living room, snatching up his cigarettes and lighter, so he could wake up slowly in the fresh air. Soon after, Roach came to join him, weaving between his legs and rubbing her cheeks against his ankles, making Geralt laugh softly. It was early, and his body still ached, but the sun was rising, he had fresh croissants for breakfast, coffee and a cigarette, Roach was purring at his feet, and Geralt had seen him yesterday.

Geralt didn’t know the other man’s name yet, he just referred to him in his head as “Blue Eyes”. The man was, for lack of a better word, breathtaking. Blue Eyes had started coming in to the coffee shop a few weeks ago, almost always very late or very early, usually with his guitar case, often with eyeliner smudged around his bright blue eyes, and every time Geralt had to make someone else, be it Lambert or Ciri, serve him, because Geralt could hardly think when confronted with the other man’s soft features, elegant ringed fingers, and that thick thatch of hair that spilled out of his open collared shirts.

Geralt was, to put it bluntly, fucked.

Flicking cigarette ash over the edge of the balcony, Geralt leaned on the railing, rubbing absently at his stubbly cheek with his other hand and sighed. Fucking Blue Eyes. Taking two quick, deep pulls from his cigarette, Geralt dropped the butt into an empty plant pot, and he scooped Roach up into his arms before heading back inside, tickling her under the chin as he held her snugly to his chest.

With a yawn, Geralt sank into the couch, and Roach hopped from his arms and began to knead at the cushion next to him as he tilted his head back, blinking up at the ceiling as he let himself drift back off, lulled by the sounds and smells coming from the bakery downstairs.

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Geralt woke again with a start, this time to the intercom buzzing loudly. Fuck. He hadn’t overslept as such, as he wasn’t due anywhere for hours yet, but he had planned on going for a jog, enjoying the mostly empty streets before the city woke up. But now it was mid morning, he had a stiff neck, and Roach was glaring at him for causing the loud noise that woke her up.

Hauling himself to his feet, Geralt padded across the flat, picking up the intercom and grunting down the line. “Yeah?”

“It’s me! Open up!” a high, feminine voice responded far too loudly, causing Geralt to pull the receiver away from his ear with a grimace. Fucking teenagers. Geralt pressed the button to open the magnetic lock on the outside door, allowing Ciri to enter the building, and took the front door off the latch for her, heading into his bedroom to get dressed.

Re-entering the living room dressed in an old, worn loose t-shirt and dark jeans, Geralt brought a pair of socks out with him and perched on the arm of the couch to put them on as Ciri pottered around in the kitchen, plates and mugs clattering as the kettle boiled away.

“Sorry, why are you here?” Geralt asked, head tilted to one side and his face contorted into a confused sort of frown as he looked across the room to the young blonde currently struggling to reach the good biscuits Geralt kept on a high shelf. Ciri cast a glance over her shoulder at Geralt, stood on her tiptoes with one arm supporting herself on the counter top while the other rested on a shelf two lower than she wanted to be.

“To ruin your life, obviously . Get the bickies, old man,” Ciri gave Geralt a pointed look, dropping back onto the soles of her feet, her trainers making a soft thud before she moved over to the kettle, dropping teabags into two mugs to make them both a drink. Geralt sighed softly and did as he was told, getting up and heading into the kitchen, lifting a hand to grab a box of fancy Marks & Spencer biscuits from the top shelf and setting them down.

He turned, and leaned against the counter top, arms crossed over his chest, as he watched Ciri add milk to the two mugs before tucking her bright blonde hair behind her ears. “With tea?” He asked, a soft smirk on his face. Ciri gave him another pointed look over her shoulder, every inch of her screaming “fucking idiot”.

“Here,” she said, handing Geralt one of two matching mugs, bright pink with “i love horses” printed in the middle of several horses, a result of a stupid inside joke she’d latched onto without knowing half the story.

Sitting by on Christmas Eve after unwrapping his Secret Santa gift as Lambert cried laughing and Eskel explained to Ciri with the patience of a saint that Lambert had already given Geralt that same mug, that it was half the reason they called Geralt a horse girl, and explaining the other half of the reason (that Lambert had traumatically discovered Geralt was a size queen after accidentally finding his toy collection, not that Geralt liked horses particularly much), and Ciri not reacting with horror or revulsion but by throwing her head back and laughing along with Lambert and Yennefer had just sealed her place in their group.

Ciri was one of them, and her ability to make fun of Geralt while also looking at him with unbridled adoration was proof.

“Your little fancy man was in the shop last night,” Ciri informed him while taking a sip of her own tea from a matching mug, leaving Geralt to roll his eyes with irritation while he also felt his heart rate pick up sharply at the mention of Blue Eyes.

“Dunno what you mean,” he tried to brush the comment off nonchalantly, setting his own mug down and reaching for the biscuits, helping himself to a white chocolate covered wafer and a tuile curl, fully intending on using the latter like a straw when Ciri carried on speaking.

“Julian, his name is. Or Jules , that’s what his mate called him,” Sticking a hand in her jacket pocket, Ciri pulled out a scrap of paper, and Geralt felt like his heart was fit to burst out of his chest with how fast it’d started beating. “And I told him you’d text him.”

Written on the paper was a phone number, with a little note attached. “Hi Geralt, feel free to send nudes! Jaskier xx”

Yep, Geralt was fucked.

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A few hours later, Geralt and Ciri were seated at a table in the coffee shop downstairs, joined by Yennefer and Lambert whenever they could spare themselves. Geralt’s phone sat on the table between them, the note from Jaskier next to it as the four of them debated what he should send.

“You could just send him nudes…” Lambert had most unhelpfully suggested, causing Ciri to screw her face up in mild disgust. “What? The man literally asked for them!” He added, depositing two coffees and two sandwiches in front of Geralt and Ciri, staying at Ciri’s side of the table to avoid the inevitable swing of Geralt’s arm.

Geralt threw his friend a glare, and picked up his sandwich -bacon with a fried egg between two slices of French toast- taking a large bite as he continued to glare at Lambert while chewing.

“It’s not a bad idea, darling,” Geralt’s eyes snap to Yennefer, a look of betrayal on his face. Of all the people to agree with Lambert’s idiotic ideas, Yenn was at the bottom of the list, and yet here they were. “Oh, don’t look at me like that, I’ve seen you naked.” Geralt rolled his eyes, ducking his head to try and hide the hot blush he could feel burning his cheeks.

“ Gross !” Ciri groaned, nose scrunched up again at the very thought of Geralt naked. Although by now she was used to mildly inappropriate conversations between the idiots she worked with, she still didn’t want to think about any of them in that capacity, thank you very much. Least of all Geralt and Yennefer, Christ.

Geralt rolled his eyes skyward, gesturing to the phone still sitting on the table between them. “Can we focus on the task? Please?” There was a throbbing feeling beginning to set in behind his eyes, for God’s sake. He should’ve just ushered Ciri out of his flat and worked this out on his own, doing this with everyone involved was a mistake. What is it they say about too many cooks?

Geralt scratched at the back of his head, a nervous habit he’d picked up whenever he was starting to feel a little too stressed out, and he tugged out the elastic holding his hair up in a messy bun, letting his silver curls fall down as he continued scratching at his scalp. “Knock it off, pretty boy,” fingers wrapped around Geralt’s wrist and tugged it away from his hair, and Geralt snapped his head round to glare at Eskel, the younger man giving him a grin as he let go of Geralt’s wrist. “You finally get the little twink’s number?” Eskel continued, slipping into one of the free chairs at the table and stretching out, legs spread so he could nudge Geralt with the toe of his boot should he feel the need to.

“Ciri meddled.” Geralt grumbled, opting to tap his fingertips on the table top. He hated how transparent he’d been over this… this fixation , that everyone around him could read him like a book.

Ciri preened a little across the table, flicking her white blonde hair over her shoulder in an overexaggerated display of cool, cocky confidence. “I’m amazing, Gerry, I know.” Ciri responded, smiling at the older man across the table so sweetly and innocently, making Eskel snort a loud laugh, made worse when Geralt’s face contorted into an indignant frown.

“Don’t call me that,” he groused, annoyed by the way Ciri, a teenager he’d not even known a full year yet, could bug him and get under his skin like his two oldest friends could, and that throb behind his eyes was getting more pronounced, God damnit.

The café door flinging open suddenly didn’t help matters, Geralt whipped his head round with his heart hammering from the shock, and then promptly felt like it was either going to stop or beat right out of his chest at the sight of him . Jaskier. Only he didn’t look like Jaskier, Jaskier wore tight jeans and patterned open collared shirts, wore smudged makeup and looked like sin. This Jaskier wore a smart, well tailored suit, the top two buttons of his crisp white shirt were unbuttoned but the rest of him was prim and proper, almost a direct contrast to the man Geralt was so familiar with and still the most blindingly attractive human being Geralt had ever laid eyes on.

“Hi! Can I get the biggest, strongest coffee you can make? I don’t care if it tastes like shit, it just needs to get the job done,” Jaskier leaned against the counter as he gave Lambert his order, all long, lean lines enough to make Geralt’s mouth go dry. He watched as Jaskier pulled his phone out of his pocket, tapping at the screen to pay for his drink, and then he glanced around the room and his big blue eyes landed on their table, and a smirk spread across his face as his gaze landed on Geralt.

Fuck. He was coming over to their table.

“It’s… Geralt, right?” Jaskier asked, gesturing towards Geralt who suddenly felt like a deer frozen in car headlights. Oh, this wasn’t supposed to happen, was it? He was supposed to send the other man a text message, win him over from far away and feel a lot more comfortable talking to him face to face. There was no way out of this, now, though, short of the ground opening up below him, or the kitchen setting on fire suddenly.

“Uh, that’s. Yeah, that’s me.” Geralt cringed. Now would be a good time for the fire alarm to start blaring. Instead, he got a nudge from Eskel’s boot, and when he didn’t respond right away, a second, harder nudge. Shooting Eskel a glare, Geralt looked back to Jaskier and managed a small smile. “Hi, Jaskier.” He added, not really sure what else he was supposed to say.

And then, of course, everything had to go wrong. Geralt pushed his chair out to stand, his intention being to… to offer a handshake, maybe, or suggest they step away from his weirdo friends and talk somewhere more private, but of course, he had to bump into the table as he stood, and he has to swear loudly and at length when his inner thigh made contact with a pointy corner.

“Fucking jesus cock loving Christ!” He cursed, not realising until at least seven sets of eyes were fixed on him how loudly he’d spoken. Geralt felt his cheeks growing hot, and again, ground, time to open up.

Jaskier looked at him with a cocked eyebrow, and a slight smile was tugging at his lips, replacing the shocked look. “That was impressive,” he teased, tone light as if they’d known each other for years, enough to put Geralt’s jangled nerves at ease. He smiled at Geralt, a slight teasing grin with a soft edge, and God, Geralt was doomed.

“Was um, was just gonna text you,” Geralt mumbled, cheeks still flaming hot but feeling somewhat less embarrassed thanks to Jaskier’s playfulness. He gestured vaguely at the table, at his phone and the thrice-damned napkin, Jaskier’s bright eyes following his hand and his smile not faltering once. Geralt shoved his hands into his jeans pocket, nerves starting to get the better of him.

Jaskier stepped forward, though, closer to Geralt, and fuck , he smelled divine. “Wanna walk me to work..?” he asked, a deceptively innocent look on his face. Geralt felt like his heart was pounding out of his chest, but the other man, the charming, beautiful man in front of him, he was doing his best to calm Geralt’s nerves. Fuck, Jaskier was a good one, wasn’t he? Someone he could let in and who’d put him at ease.

Geralt nodded slightly, swallowing past a lump in his throat. “Y-yeah, that’d be. Nice. Good.” Geralt cleared his throat slightly and smiled, and before he could second guess himself or get caught in his own thoughts he snatched his phone up from the table, and walked to the counter to grab Jaskier’s coffee for him. “Shall we?” He asked, holding the cup out with a slight smile. Yeah, yeah. He could do this.

Their fingers brushed as Jaskier took the cup from him, and it wasn’t quite like something from a romance novel, there weren’t really sparks or fireworks, Geralt’s breath didn’t catch. They brushed fingers, though, and it felt right , no awkwardness, no need for stuttered apologies. And as they fell into step and Jaskier held open the door so Geralt could step outside ahead of him, Geralt felt like yeah, maybe this would work.

Fuck, he’d have to buy Ciri so many fucking tins of biscuits after this.

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Chapters: 64/64 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Eskel/Triss Merigold, Lambert/Macee (Original Character), past jaskier/valdo marx Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Eskel (The Witcher), Lambert (The Witcher), Triss Merigold, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Vesemir (The Witcher), Macee (Original Character), Aiden (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Biker AU, Geraskier, Triskel, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, family by choice, Found Family, dnd, Fiber Arts, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Major Character Injury, Disabled Character, Jaskier Has a Physical Disability, Physical Disability, Chronic Pain, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Aftermath of Violence, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Getting Together, Financial Issues, Financially Poor Jaskier | Dandelion, Food Insecurities, Musician Jaskier | Dandelion, Poverty, Angst with a Happy Ending Series: Part 1 of Take Me Back (To the Night We Met) Summary:

"Witcher business?” Eskel asks, recognizing the fury burning in Geralt's eyes, the one that stemmed from innocents being hurt by monsters who deemed themselves men. Technically it is in that Valdo will be blacklisted but the rage, the want to show him how monsters are dealt with isn’t. It would never be sanctioned, should never be. “Valdo Marx is blacklisted. Every chapter to be notified. He’s not welcome here, better for him if he doesn’t make it through the doors,” Geralt’s words are calm, but it’s the danger that lurks in the spaces between. Lambert looks over his shoulder at Eskel as he shifts to the side, keeping an eye on Geralt. This was broad strokes measures, actions with repercussions that couldn’t be easily undone. We all know the story of how the White Wolf saved the Songbird, but this, dear reader, isn't that story. This is the tale of how it would have gone should the White Wolf find out long after blood has been spilled that someone else ensured the Songbird lived to sing another day. This is how the Songbird gains an army of Wolves to bring the monster to justice all while learning he's just as strong with a damaged wing.

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shy-urban-hobbit · 9 months

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28 + Geraskier!

Here you are Nonnie! Some Geraskier angst/ fluff for 28 - "I care about you."

Jaskier had always been there, taking care of Geralt. But who takes care of the caretaker?

“You alright?”

That did it. After being cast aside on a mountain, tortured, imprisoned, the whole Voleth Meir thing and everything in-between, it was those two words leaving Geralt’s mouth that caused Jaskier to break.

He wrapped his arms around his torso, hugging himself as he cried. Geralt stared like a startled deer before he sat next to him on the half rotted bed and hesitantly gathered the bard to his chest.

“Jaskier?”

“Sorry, sorry.” Jaskier pulled away slightly, attempting a smile which only looked more like a grimace as tears continued to fall, “No idea what that was. I’ll be fine in a second.”

“Jaskier.” Slightly more forceful this time

“I’m fine, Geralt. You don’t have to humour the human and pretend to care about my petty grievances. I don’t see any of you lot crying about it because you’ve had a bad day.”

A decades old memory stirred: A young Geralt, eavesdropping on Vesemir and an old Bear Witcher who had needed a place to stay for the winter. He couldn’t remember the details of the conversation but he remembers an unfamiliar, rumbling bartitone asking “And who takes care of the caretaker?”

Jaskier had always been there. Patching up Geralt’s wounds, making sure he was well fed and well rested (and well paid) after a hunt, knowing exactly how to pull him out of his own head when he started feeling a little too melancholy. Even after everything on the mountain, Jaskier had helped Geralt without a moments hesitation.

And Geralt had....

“Who takes care of the caretaker?”

He tightened his hold on the bard, “Not pretending Jask, if something’s upset you enough for...this, then I want to know.”

Jaskier gave a watery laugh, “Holy Hell, Ciri really has turned you into a dad hasn’t she? Mr. Witcher’s-don’t-talk-about-feelings.”

“You’re deflecting.”

He felt Jaskier slump against him, “It’s nothing. These few months have just been a bit much.”

It was testament to how much his bard had changed. When they first met, the "nothing” would have been Jaskier scuffing his new boots. Now it was being heavily involved in aiding Elven refugees, spending an entire night holding his own against a fire mage alone and then everything at the Keep with barely space to breath in-between. Geralt would have been impressed if he wasn’t so terrified on Jaskier’s behalf.

Jaskier gave an exaggerated sigh as he finished, “Phew! Sorry to suddenly dump all of that on you. It’s not like everyone else here hasn’t been through worse.”

Geralt felt himself tense at those words, which in turn caused Jaskier to tense.

“Uh, Geralt?”

“The fuck Jaskier. You’re acting as if all of that was a stroll through the fucking woods.”

Jaskier lowered his head, “I’m sorry.”

“No. That’s not what I-” Geralt sighed through his nose, “I’m doing this wrong. I’m trying to say I – that’s not nothing, Jaskier.”

Jaskier tilted his head in a slightly birdlike manner with a “Huh?”

“I’ve known experienced soldiers who have cracked under less than that. You shouldn’t have had to carry all that alone and I’m sorry you felt that you had to.”

Jaskier gave a slightly bitter laugh, “Shit shoveller, remember? I...I didn’t want to push you away again by adding to everything.”

“No, Jaskier. I pushed you away and I never should have fucking done that.” He gently took both of Jaskier’s now healed hands in his, “Please don’t keep stuff like this from me again. I care about you too much for you to suffer like that.”

“Good riddle that: How much is too much?” Jaskier asked, trying to sound lighter than he felt in an attempt to joke his way out of the awkward tension which was now building. He expected Geralt to give one of his usual grunts, maybe a three words quip if he was lucky.

What he wasn’t expecting was Geralt’s lips to land quickly and lightly on his. Jaskier would have been convinced he’d imagined it if it wasn’t for the fact that Geralt was still close enough that they were nose to nose.

“That a suitable answer to your riddle?” Geralt asked, gaze flitting between Jaskier’s mouth and eyes.

“Hmmm, close but not quite. You’re on the right track though.” Jaskier murmured before initiating the first of many longer, firmer kisses.

#the witcher #witcher #witcher fanfiction #geralt/jaskier #geralt x jaskier #geraskier #jaskier/geralt #jaskier x geralt #witcher geralt #geralt #geralt of rivia #witcher jaskier #jaskier

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wangxianficfinder · 2 years

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In the mood for a Fic...

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1. itmf weird crossover fics, like you would not see mdzs and think about that crossover. An example is Of Ghosts and Heroes by The Silverfish (ZephyrAndTheSilverfish) (which, wow!) preferably Wangxian (bottom wwx), but others are fine too if you think it's worth reading :D

Wizards of Yunmeng Place Series by chatonnerie (G, 38k, WangXian, SangCheng, Modern AU, Wizards of Waverly place Fusion, Halloween Wei Wuxian's Birthday, Getting Together, Magic, Urban Fantasy, Fluff and Crack, Vampire Lans, Wizards Jiang family, Wizard WWX)

live from new york by varnes (E, 87k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, This is a SNL AU, however the juniors are featured and there are lots of shenanigans!, slow burn, friends to lovers, pining, getting together, happy ending)

the rivers start to sing by fruitys (M, 27k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Tangled (2010) Fusion, Fairy Tale Elements, Strangers to Lovers, True Love's Kiss, or something like that, Sharing a Bed, Wound Tending, Hurt/Comfort, Attempt at Humor, Implied/Referenced Torture)

🧡 don't threaten me with a good time by livinginaworldofnoise (G, 60k, WangXian, Modern AU, Great British bake off AU, Script format, Fluff and Crack, Reality TV, Social media)

❤️ More Questions than Answers by tiniestawoo (T, 2k, Sterek, WangXian, Teen Wolf Crossover, Curses, Curse Breaking, Modern with Magic, (alternate for CQL I GUESS?), Full Shift Werewolves, Beta DH, Demonic Cultivation, Crack Treated Seriously, Crack Crossover)

and having a marvelous time by varnes (E, 108k, WangXian, Yúnmèng Siblings, Sound of Music AU, (i know!!! i know. stay with me on this.), Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Family Feels, spies to lovers???, Protective Siblings, Sometimes You Just Want Your Dads To Admit They're Your Dads, Angst with a Happy Ending)

Come by it Honestly by ladyshadowdrake (M, 25k, Geraskier, WangXian, The Witcher Crossover, Crossover, Adventure)

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2. I'm desperately craving for some sub!lwj, or overall just some lwj being taken care of and spoiled, also maybe some protective wwx? Preferably no modern aus.

I think if they check out the dom!wwx compilation they would find some good stuff!

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3. In The Mood For scary WWX fics! Not limited to BAMF WWX but anything that really just plays with how creepy WWX and his cultivation can be. Thank you!

green flame, black flute, red ribbon by Fleetling (T, 3k, WangXian, LJY & LSZ, LJY POV, wwx kills people violently and with extreme prejudice, Hurt/Comfort, i think, yeah warnings for kidnapping, intimidation using weapons)

on my wei by thelastdboy (M, 23k, WangXian, SongXiao, Modern AU, Canon Divergence, YL WWX, Natural Disasters, Earthquakes, Aftermath of a Natural Disaster, Cultivation World Politics, Slow Burn, Miscommunication, Taxi Driver WWX, POV LWJ, Neurodiversity, Getting Together, Sentient Burial Mounds, Mistaken Identity, No Major Character Death, Names are Magic, References to Depression, Situational Mutism, Horror Elements, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Anxiety, Autism Spectrum, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known, Soft WangXian, WWX Has ADHD, And also a flock of ravens, Case Fic, Also 24/7 Horny Hours) this one has that spooky green fire and ravens donghua!yllz vibe

the field meets the wood by astronicht (T, 7k, WangXian, BAMF WWX, slight whump, Ritualistic Self Harm, Canon Era, Tang Dynasty style, Blood Loss, Blood and Injury, salt economics, Post-Canon, [Podfic] the field meets the wood by semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona), [podfic] the field meets the wood by jellyfishfire)

Breathing Firestorm by ladyshadowdrake (M; 110k, wangxian, angst w/ happy ending, fluff, captivity, creepy WRH, no non-con, dreamsharing, politics, mythical creature WWX, dark)

honey, don't feed it (it will come back) by neoncoin (M, 14k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Eldritch WWX, final girl lwj vibes, Body Horror, Graphic Description of Corpses, Sunshot Campaign, Hurt WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Horror, Angst with a Happy Ending, YL WWX)

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4. So for a future itmf: can I please, please, PLEASE get something where people are actually on wei wuxian's side? Please? I have read so many fics where wwx is blamed for EVERYTHING. Oh lwj had to mourn you. Oh you and lwj are getting married? Sorry but we're gonna be on lwj's side of the wedding party.

Read a fic recently where lsz told wwx "you're the one with the words aren't you?" And could only think to myself how unfair that is. Yes, wwx is the one who can talk more, and easier, but that shouldn't mean all communication in their relationship is on him.

Read another where wwx and lwj were getting married and literally every single junior was on lwj's side of the wedding party? And more or less said wwx wasn't good enough and had to prove that he might be one day?

Idk, sorry for the request turned rant 😂 I just keep finding fic like this and I'm TIRED and I just really need to read something that doesn't put all the weight of everything onto wwx alone and actually gives him people who genuinely care and are in his corner. Please I'm literally begging 😭🙏

try stiltonbasket's fics. as a whole, their works have wwx working through his trauma at his own pace and then living a happy life with unconditional love and support from lwj and his other loved ones through the entire process. very comforting.

most of apathyinreverie's fics very much carry this vibe

absolutely all the fics from Vrishchika. She is the best WWX writer hands down. She has the characterization perfect, and she knows WWX's value. - I would probably have others, but this is the first name I can think of.

Hauntcats also likes to surround wifi with loving support, as well as giving him his due as the genius and all round amazing human being he is

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5. Hiii, lovely people! I hope y'all enjoying autumn in all its splendor if you're on the northern hemisphere (or lovely spring if you're not). Anyway, for the next ITMF, any time-travel where the three yunmeng sibs travel back? It would be nice to see them all being on the same page and working together. Thanks!

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6. Hi! Are there any Wen Qing lives fics in which she reunites with Lan Sizhui? Thank you!

❤️ kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight by AlfAlfAlfAlfAlf, tardigradeschool (T, 75k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Eventual Happy Ending, Getting Together, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Inspired by The Parent Trap (1998), Kid Fic, teen shenanigans, two a-yuans, Fluff and Angst)

the dead horse Series by curiositykilled (T, 63k, WIP, WangXian, Yunmeng Siblings & Wen Siblings, WQ & LWJ, Canon Divergence, JYL Lives, WQ Lives, basically everyone lives except wei wuxian, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Canonical Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Happy Ending, Family Feels, Platonic Relationships, Families of Choice, Depression, PTSD, raising a kid with your dead best friend's would-be lover, Slow burn friendship)

SIMILAR! 🧡 do not envy the roots that hold you down by eccentrick (T, 12k, WangXian, WQ & LSZ, WQ & LWJ, Found Family, Brother-Sister Relationships, Reincarnation, WQ wasn't given Meng Po's soup, Reunions, awkward cousins lwj and wq, wq is a creepy child, Grief/Mourning, Trauma, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Rebirth, Soul-Searching, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Guilt) a little sideways to the prompt but anon may enjoy it: in which wen qing reincarnates immediately as a lan and gains lsz as a three years older cousin

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7. hello!! could you guys recommend any fics that focus on the one scene where wei wuxian drinks the wine that jin zixun is offering instead of lan wangji? preferably ones that address lan wangji's "I want this man to dominate me" expression?

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8. Hi! Can you recommend some fics where Wei wuxian doesn’t have a golden core but also doesn’t starting demonic cultivation? I think itd be cool to see what his plan was if he wasn’t thrown into the burial mounds. Also I’d like to see him depend on other people more since he has no way of cultivating

Instead by apathyinreverie (T, 6k, wangxian, fix-it, darker gusu lan, manipulative elders, but in a good way?, golden core transfer fix-it of sorts, not Jiang friendly, or anyone friendly, except wangxian, cultivation world critical, fluff, sunshot, politics, courting rituals, genius WWX, no demonic cultivation, talismans, possessive LWJ, protective LWJ, WIP) according to the tags this should fit the prompt very well, but the alt plan of action still hasn't been written for now.

i really want to know (who are you) by Stratisphyre (M, 19k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Modern AU, Modern with Magic, Golden Core Reveal, Single Dad WWX, Reasonable Authority Figure LQR, Allusions to violence and murder, Hospitalization) wei ying doesnt have a golden core and does not turn to demonic cultivation, hwoever its modern

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9. Hii! For the next ITMF post can you recommend any fics where LWJ or WWX get turned into their kid selves and the other takes care of them?Just a really cute fic pls

grow by cafecliche (T, 14k, WangXian, Age Regression/De-Aging, Character Study, Post-Canon, [Podfic] Grow by jellyfishfire)

how do i forgive myself (for losing so much time) by thunderwear (M, 26k, wangxian, post-canon, de-aging, angst w/ happy ending, fluff, pining, first kiss) LXC de-ages but its such a cute fic!! wangxian take care of the baby

Silver & Gold by beeswaxing (E, 162k, wangxian, post-canon, de-aging, fluff & angst, happy ending, fix-it of sorts, family bonding, established relationship, non-sexual intimacy, BAMF WWX, pining, protective WWX, Mojo’s post)

always and forever by wqngji (Not rated, 3k, wangxian, post-canon, de-aging, child WWX, fluff, humor, protective LWJ)

Before the Morning Sun by Vamillepudding (G, 12k, wangxian, JC & LWJ, post-canon, de-aging, protective JC, light angst, implied/referenced child abuse, kid LWJ)

found your writing on my wall by howodd5ever (T, 25k, wangxian, JC & LWJ, JC & WWX, post-canon, de-aged WWX, accidental baby acquisation, getting together, referenced child neglect, case fic, nightmares, discussion of parent loss, child food insecurity)

shelter by hauntedotamatone (T, 5k, wangxian, post-canon, homelessness, food insecurity, childhood trauma, past child abuse, hurt/comfort, established relationship, loss of parents)

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10. Hi mods! You do awesome work! I’ve recently read “The Price of a Home” (and associated series) and “Hold You Like a Victory” and I was hoping you would know of any more fics that play with the concept of WWX being a whipping boy. This seems like something that easily fits into the canon Jiang family dynamic and there’s just so much potential for fleshing out this AU. I’m dying for more content with this premise. Thank you! @philomathmac

The Earth Rings In Your Ears by bluerainmist (M, 60k, wangxian, whipping boy au, angst w/ happy ending, getting together, drama, rape/non-con elements, fuck or die, bad guys made them do it, corporal punishment, check all the tags!, smut, hurt/comfort, secret relationship, relationship negotiation, enemies to lovers, fuckbuddies to lovers, canonical character death, trauma)

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11.vHii~ Does anyone know of any fics with a concept like or similar to this post for the next itmf? Thank you✨✨✨

JustAWanderingBabbit’s consistent take is that the sword master *was* sexually harassing MY, and sometimes NMJ learns of this in time.

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12. Hello!! Just read through Build Your Home (on a landslide) from one of the comps and now I’m craving more fics that explore A-Yuan’s trauma (whether post canon or fix-t). Thank you so much for the hard work you do!!! 🤎

history by tongzhi (T, 15k, Post-Canon, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Hopeful Ending, lsz gets angry, LSZ and JL refuse to take their family's trauma forward, jiujiu is the best, Character Study, lqy abolitionist queen)

it took and left no name by Itabane (G, 1k, Canon Divergence, LSZ-centric, LSZ Remembers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Family Feels)

Gathered Herbs & Sweet Grasses by hansbekhart (Not Rated, 19k, WangXian, dad wangji, LWJ's Questionable Parenting Skills, Grief/Mourning, Recovery, Injury Recovery, Hopeful Ending)

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13. Hi mods! There are no enough words for me to thank you for your hard work, as you make my days with each of your posts <3 Now, I'm not sure if this has been asked, if so, sorry for asking again, I might not look thoroughly: Do you know of fics from someone/something weird's point of view? I mean someone like Lil' Apple or Fairy (I read one of each before), or maybe places like Cloud Recesses or Lotus Pier? Thanks so much!!

There's a Baby Loose in the Burial Mounds! by ScarlettStorm (G, 3k, lsz is the best boy, even the ghosts think so, Original Male Characters, Original Female Characters, But they're all dead, sentient burial mounds)

our own kind of magic. by scarletwanlian (T, 18k, WangXian, Modern AU, 5+1 Things, Fluff, Humor, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Magic, Magical Realism, College/University, Slice of Life, Witch!WWX, Banter) we get the pov of pieces of furniture 😁

then sigh not so by BlackWiresOnHerHead (T, 6k, WangXian, XuanLi, MianQing, Modern AU, sentient house, slow burn as told by an impatient narrator, Meddling, smart home but with magic instead of invasive technology, POV Outsider, the gang simply Has A Good Time, Getting Together, Sexual Tension, Recreational Drug Use)

My Next Life as a Bunny by shorimochi (T, 10k, WangXian, Reincarnation, Canon Divergence, Vore, but not really?, Food) ok this might be stretching it bc its technically wwx pov but wwx is reincarnated into food. so its also food pov.

The Donkey Books of How to Be Good and Punish Mean People Series by Admiranda (G, 6k, Crack, background wangxian, shameless indulgent fic, sometimes you just gotta write about a donkey, Not JC Friendly, bullying lqr, slight allusions to depression as seen through a donkey's eyes, shameless fluff, donkey ficlet, allusions to animal birth, The Cloud Recesses Rabbits, Little Apple is a mother now, WWX's excellent naming skills)

Дзінші by krinjina (T, 606, WangXian, China, Hurt/Comfort, Real Life, Кімнати персонажів теж важливі) in Ukrainian; the Jingshi’s POV of LWJ’s life. (The tag “Real Life” and the coda—which Google Translate renders as, “And they would write, give them free will and hands”—suggests some Reality Subtext.)

Песенка льда и пламени by kasmunaut & WTF Modao Zushi 2022 (fandom_Wei_Wuxian_and_Co) the title translates as “Song of Ice and Fire”. (G, <1k, wangxian, canon divergence, drama, animal death, crack, fairy tale, fluff, rabbits) Here’s a Russian-language fic (confession: I read it via Google Translate) that deals with a CQL-specific point: the POV character is one of Lan Yi’s spiritual white rabbits—who suddenly has to adjust to a very different way of life. (And yes, the story addresses how they subsisted in the ice cave.)

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14. I’m in the Mood For: Any fics where WWX submits to the Lans for cleansing in exchange for safety for the Wens. I read Decay by ante bunny and loved the premise, but wanted more focus on the consequences of the cleansing.

I love the theory that resentful energy can’t heal but can hold things in stasis, and thus WWX is literally being held together with resentful energy. Because otherwise how did he survive getting stabbed and dropped at great height and starving all without a golden core.

It seems like something WWX would do - allow his execution is exchange for the Wen safety. In fact, I guess I’m in the mood for any fics where cleansing WWX reveals injuries or WWX giving himself up in exchange for Wen safety?Thank you, mods! You are awesome! @philomathmac

❤️ three surgeries and a mercy kill by MarbleGlove (T, 11k, medical procedures, fix-it, Demonic Cultivation, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Self-Indulgent, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies) the resentment is very similar to your thoughts, but it does not have the 'giving himself up' element

Cradle by Dragonesque (T, 195k, WIP, Canon Divergenc, Adopted children, Yiling Wei Sect, BAMF WWX) He doesn't turn himself in (its yilingwei sect) but in later chapters I remember them discussing healing applications of resentful energy that worked in this way?

Boys With a Broken Soul, Hearts With a Gaping Hole. by JaenysBloodcourt (Not rated, 7k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, LSZ & WWX, fluff & angst, happy ending, boys in love, arranged marriage)

❤️ the kite string and the anchor rope by fleurdeliser (M, 39k, wangxian, canon divergence, sick child, after the yiling date)

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15. For your next itmf, would you rec any stories where wwx is undercover as mxy, in any way, shape or form? Can be Outside POV, modern, canon, whatever. I just like wwx pulling one over everyone (except lwj of course)

Torch Song at Nightless City by ArcadianMaggie (M, 11k, WangXian, Film Noir, Detective LWJ, Singer WWX, 1940s, Chinatown, San Francisco, Murder Mystery, Noir, Modern with Magic)

These Things Stay the Same by notevenyou (E, 29k, WangXian, Modern AU, Kid Fic, Minor Character Death, Injury, Natural Disasters, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hospitalization, Accidents) wwx is in an accident/coma and misidentified as mxy… great story and similar to the ask!

🧡 Rule Number One: Never get attached. by KizuKatana (E, 130k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O, Criminal underworld AU, Fluff and angst, Crime boss LWJ, Rouge criminal genius WWX, Explicit Sex)

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16. hi ❤️❤️ for itmf, I'm pretty sure i read something like this before, but are there any fics where jc at mount dafan says to wwx something like 'if you want me to think you're not wwx, stop gushing about how handsome hgj is' ?? many thanks!!!

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17. Hello! Hope everyone's feeling good and healthy! <3 For the ITMF may I request idol/famous person AUs? Doesn't matter if it's singer/actor/youtuber/other or if it's both lwj and wwx who are famous or only one of them. Prefferably if it's wangxian fic. Thank you and have a nice day! @marudny-robot

Fandom Wiki Doesn't Know Everything by notoneforreality (G, 2k, Background WangXian, Modern AU, Junior Quartet Dynamics, Hinted ZiLing, Celebrity, Relationship Reveal, both in the romantic sense (barely), but mainly in the familial sense, kinda identity reveal?, Jingyi and Zizhen are massive fanboys)

how to fall in love with a catfish: a guide by wei wuxian (disaster rat) by bwyn, Yuisaki (T, 54k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Actors, Multimedia, Online Friendship, Drunken Shenanigans, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Underage Drinking, Drinking Games, Families of Choice, Ensemble Cast, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, Catfish AU)

relics of love by cl410 (T, 2k, WangXian, Modern AU, Celebrity, Slice of Life, Child LSZ, Parenthood, Fluff and Humor, Soft WangXian)

on your marks, get set, bake! by BlackWiresOnHerHead (G, 41k, Modern AU, College/University, The Great British Bake Off, Humor, no GBBO knowledge required for entry)

🧡(we've got) time for one more by impossibletruths (E, 71k, WangXian, Modern AU, Rock Band, Siblings, What It Means To Be Lonely, Late Night Conversations, Mentions Of WWX's Subpar Mental Health, The Terror Of Admitting What You Want, Weddings, Fatherhood, Music)

🧡don't threaten me with a good time by livinginaworldofnoise (G, 60k, WangXian, Modern AU, Reality TV, The Great British Bake Off Fusion, wwx is a chaos demon determined to make gbbo more exciting, lwj cares about the Integrity of Bake-Off, Fluff and Crack, gbbo au, content warning for absolute unhinged nonsense, Enemies to Lovers, by enemies i mean BAKING RIVALS of course, the last two chapters are the twitter reactions to the show so, Social Media AU) (link in #1)

🧡【那夏天的我們】a stroke of fate by puddingcatbeans (G, 59k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fluff, Slice of Life, Falling In Love, Summer, Barakamon AU, renowned musician lwj escapes to tiny village and falls in love with local farmer boy wwx, good times only, YouTuber WWX, Food)

based on true events by paradisetrain (T, 3k, WangXian, Modern AU, Characters Writing Fanfiction, Idols, Celebrity, Actors, Mutual Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Online Personas, Social Media, Humor, Crack Treated Seriously, POV Outsider)

[restoration exercise - no talking] by spookykingdomstarlight (M, 18k, WangXian, Model WWX, ASMR YoutTuber LWJ, Strangers to Lovers, Meet-Cute, Long-Distance Relationship, Identity Porn, Fluff, Light Angst, Loneliness, Yearning)

like, comment, share & subscribe by detectorist (T, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, YouTube, Social Media, Flirting, Humour, Banter, Getting Together, First Kiss, Texting, so much texting, Youtubers For Social Justice, The Gang Gets Political, Competitive Flirting Via The Medium Of Youtube, it's about the yearning, YouTube Rivals To Lovers)

Falling to the Rhythm by Selenay (E, 128k, WangXian, Modern: No Powers, Dance, Strictly Come Dancing Fusion, Ballroom Dancing, Dancer!WWX, Violinist LWJ, Pining While Dancing, Oblivious WWX, Gratuitous Costume Descriptions, Gratuitous dancing descriptions, Slow Burn, [Podfic] Falling to the Rhythm by semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona) )

Some of You by tangerinechar (M, 60k, WangXian, XiCheng, XuanLi, Modern AU, Social Media, Actor AU, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Love) ConfessionsMatchmakingLight Angst

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It's A Game We Play: Chapter 3

Pairings: Geraskier, Yennskier, Radskier

Characters: Jaskier, Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Radovid, original female characters, Essi Daven, Priscilla, Ciri of Cintra, Valdo Marx

Additional tags: inspired by Mamma Mia! (movies), crack, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, omega jaskier, alpha geralt, alpha yennefer, beta radovid, awkwardness, jaskier is a good parent, protective jaskier, weddings, found family, post mpreg, fluff and humor, alternate universe-modern setting

Rating: teen and up audiences

Full word count: 7,390 words

Chapter word count: 2,576 words

Chapters: 3/?

Summary: Jaskier's daughter is about to marry the love of her life, and she decides she wants both her parents at her wedding. Only problem is that Jaskier has slept with a little too many people in his youth, so the identity of the other parent is a mystery. That does not stop the bride-to-be from inviting three potential daddy candidates and unleashing absolute chaos in the process.

Otherwise known as Jaskier's terrible horrible no good past decisions leading to terrible horrible no good outcomes. Also known as the Mamma Mia! AU nobody asked for, but I wrote it anyway.

Chapter summary: Geralt, Radovid and Yennefer all receive letters from someone who meant a lot to them many years ago. Meanwhile, Jaskier seeks support from his best friends, oblivious to the letters his daughter forged in his name.

Author's notes: Obviously, the letters found them. Here's some more personal info about the three candidates, and a little friendship sweetness.

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“Dad! Dad! Are you asleep?”

“Not anymore. You sound like a fire alarm.”

Geralt groaned as Ciri jumped on the bed, hitting him in the side with her knees. Geralt rubbed the sleep from his eyes with a sigh. He only had work in the afternoon, and he hoped he would get to sleep in late for once in his life- his daughter had different ideas, clearly.

“Thank God for summer break,” Geralt murmured as he glanced at his digital watch on the bedside table. “What possessed you at 7 in the morning that you had to scream me awake?”

“I’ve been up since 6,” Ciri replied as she lounged on Geralt’s bed. “The mailman was here.”

“Okay.” Geralt failed to see why that was such a big deal that Ciri had to wake him up for it.

“You got a letter,” Ciri announced as she propped her feet up on Geralt’s lap, ignoring her father’s morning misery.

“Okay.”

Geralt didn’t really receive letters, except for the advertisement mags he definitely did not subscribe to. Ciri called him a hermit, but that was an over-exaggeration: Geralt simply wasn’t too fond of people. He didn’t like big crowds and loud noises, so he tried to avoid them as much as he could. He enjoyed living a simple, routine-filled life: he got up, went to work in the town’s small gym, took care of his clients, then he went home to his farm where he only had to interact with his brothers and his adopted daughter. Geralt was completely fine with this. He didn’t need chaos in his life. The less mess, the better, was what he always said.

“You never get letters,” Ciri pointed it out. Geralt hummed and closed his eyes again, sinking back into his pillow. Even without his eyes open, he could imagine Ciri’s cheeky grin as she said, “it’s because you’re a hermit.”

“Thanks for reminding me again,” Geralt chuckled. “What would I do without you?”

He meant it sarcastically, but he truly didn’t know. Funny how that was, because he never thought himself to be good father material when he was younger. He never believed he could give a child the kind of love they deserved. But as he got older, he realized he was much more of a family man than he originally thought. He lived his life surrounded by his brothers, and while they got on his nerves, he really loved them. Hitting his forties, Geralt realized he had a lot of love to give, and while he never managed to find a partner he was comfortable committing to, he did want a family of his own. He and his brothers were all adopted, raised by a single father who took care of them after their biological families stopped wanting to. It inspired Geralt to lean into the caring streak inside him, and thus, he adopted a ten years old girl, Ciri, four years prior.

She was a sassy thing, a real teenage menace now that she was fourteen years old. She was stubborn and always got in trouble, but Geralt was a patient man. He loved his daughter with all his heart, even when she kicked him awake because of a stupid letter.

“I didn’t realize you had friends,” Ciri continued, poking him in the face with the paper. “Especially from Thanedd Island. Isn’t that a little too far away?”

Geralt sat up so quickly he nearly sent Ciri flying off the bed. His heart sped up inside his chest as he stared at the letter in his confused daughter’s hand.

“What did you say?” Geralt croaked. Ciri raised an amused eyebrow at him.

“Thanedd. Some Jaskier sent it to you?”

The room started spinning with Geralt. He kept staring at the letter, waiting for it to disappear and find out it was all just a dream. Thanedd. Jaskier. Shit. The memories flooded his brain right away. It was twenty years ago, but he still remembered the time he’s spent with Jaskier, clear as day. He remembered the pretty Omega waving him down in distress when his car decided to die under him. He remembered intense blue eyes on him all the while he helped him change his tire. He remembered running into Jaskier pretty much every day after the accident, feeling both annoyed and endeared by his insistent flirting. He remembered the night they’ve spent together, Jaskier in his arms, looking up at him with such adoration like Geralt hung the moon and the stars.

Geralt remembered feeling love like he has never felt before, and hasn’t felt ever since.

But he was scared of those new, confusing feelings, and he ran away from them. He loved Jaskier, he really did, but he was a stupid, young Alpha who wasn’t really okay with himself and who didn’t know what he wanted out of life. So, he broke Jaskier’s heart and his own. The look on Jaskier’s face when Geralt said goodbye to him still haunted his dreams.

He took the letter from Ciri with shaky hands. The envelope even smelled like Jaskier, sweet cinnamon that made Geralt’s head swim. He had no idea what he would find once he opened that envelope, but he had to know. After spending so much time trying to forget Jaskier, he realized he wasn’t able to.

The knock on his door felt like a real salvation. If Radovid had to listen to one more word coming out of that man’s mouth, he would’ve done something that would land him in jail. He had a degree in economics, and the guy thought he couldn’t count?

He should have been used to this by now, probably. Radovid inherited the company about twenty years ago, and all the jealous douchebags thought it was just handed to him. It may have happened a bit suddenly, but Radovid wasn’t just sitting on his throne and making his employees do all the work. He finished college, graduated top of his class, and built a thriving business from scrap all on his own. Most executives were old, uptight Alphas who thought of Betas as a useless secondary gender, so of course, they looked down on him. It was very satisfying to show them that Radovid could do better than all of them- still, having to take part in an online conference with an absolute idiot wasn’t his favorite way to start his day.

“Come in.”

His secretary poked her head inside with a polite smile.

“Hey. You’re still on that conference?”

“I turned it off. What’s up, Kara?”

“You got a letter,” she said as she entered his office. Radovid sent her a confused look.

“An actual, hand-written letter? And it’s not a gas bill?”

“It was sent to you, personally,” Kara said as she handed the envelope to him. Radovid took it with a sigh. He was certain it was a mistake, or maybe one of the execs decided to threaten him and they skipped sending e-mails.

Radovid nearly fell out of his chair when he noticed a familiar name on the envelope.

Him and Jaskier spent a lovely time together on Thanedd Island. Radovid hasn’t met anyone like that Omega ever since. He was sweet, but sassy, dorky but deeply intelligent- and beautiful, the most beautiful thing Radovid has ever laid his eyes on. He could have been just a one-night stand, an adventurous Omega Radovid had fun with, but he was more than that. They didn’t just have sex: they connected. Every look, every touch, every sweet smile was remarkable. He left a mark on Radovid, but he couldn’t stay there with him on the island. He needed to come back home and take care of things. Too much time has passed since then for him to try and seek Jaskier out.

It made no sense. Jaskier must have settled down with someone since then, had a family. He deserved it.

Radovid has entertained the thought, sometimes, but then he always realized he wasn’t cut out for that. He never settled down, never bonded with anyone. His schedule was too packed for that. It was probably pathetic, that he cared more about his mango trading organization than about his own happiness, but he simply didn’t have time for the latter. And, let’s face it, the idea of him as a family man was ridiculous. He wasn’t meant for that.

But Jaskier must have matured since then, must have found himself a gorgeous Alpha or whoever he wanted. He most definitely wasn’t a workaholic, stuck-up businessman with no personal life outside of his one-night stands like Radovid was.

God, what could he want from him after all those years? What could be so important, that Jaskier wrote to him, a personal letter, especially?

Radovid swallowed heavily as he opened the envelope to find out.

Yennefer stared at the piece of paper in her hands. She had half a mind to throw it into the trash. It must have been a prank. Someone must have been messing with her. Because there was no way that someone she slept with twenty years prior would suddenly decide to send her a letter out of nowhere.

And yet, the name on the envelope belonged to the Omega that Yennefer so desperately tried to forget. Jaskier, the fucking moron who tried to seduce her all the time while she did her internship at the inn on Thanedd. She tried to resist him, but then her heart got the better of her and she took him to bed. Yennefer hated to admit it, but no one could ever compare. And she hated it even more, but she may have fallen in love with that ridiculous Omega on that night.

The boy must have put a curse on her, maybe that was why she never managed to find the one. It wasn’t as if she never tried: she longed for a deep bond, someone she could love, and someone who would love and take care of her in return. She wanted children, a family. But she never managed. Nothing ever worked out for her. No one was ever right. Either her partner didn’t want things to be as serious as she did, or Yennefer bailed, realizing she wasn’t with the right person.

Her life was quite the mess, to be completely honest. She was forty years old, mate-less, childless, working as a cook in a small bistro instead of being the Michelin star chef she dreamt to be. Yennefer has given up on finding a happy ending for herself, long before her last divorce was finalized a couple months prior.

She knew what her colleagues at the bistro thought of her, what most people did. Jaskier called her strong, beautiful, and confident. It really sucked that it turned out she was none of those things. Alright, she was hot, at least- she still had that, if nothing else was going on in her life anyway.

And now, this. This stupid letter, and stupid Jaskier. Why the hell did he decide to do this just now, what could have happened that made him write Yennefer a freaking letter after literal decades?

Yennefer twisted the paper around in her hand. She should have probably thrown it away to save herself from the mess it probably contained.

Yet, for some reason she couldn’t explain, she decided to open the envelope anyway.

Jaskier was glad he had such great friends like Essi and Priscilla. He’s met them shortly after he permanently moved to the island. Essi was a sweet Omega who was now married with two teenage kids, and Priscilla was a painfully honest Beta who enjoyed her singledom greatly. Without them, Jaskier probably wouldn’t have survived. They always offered him a shoulder to cry on, whenever he needed it. They even formed a band, “The Sandpipers”, though they mostly just played for themselves and sometimes at the inn, and not really in general, lately. Essi and Priscilla felt like sisters to Jaskier, so of course, he turned to them again.

He told them about what Amaryllis said. They listened to him intently, holding his hand all the while. It made Jaskier emotional, which was a common occurrence, lately.

“I hate that Amaryllis is miserable,” Jaskier sighed. “She wants her other parent to walk her down the aisle, like, where did this even come from? And how could I give that to her? I don’t even know…I'm not sure who it is.”

“Hey,” Essi spoke softly, “don’t worry, okay? Maybe she will forget about it.”

“And what if she won’t?”

“Essi’s right,” Priscilla chimed in, “she will have plenty of things to occupy her brain with. She won’t have time to think about this.”

“I love my daughter so much,” Jaskier whispered, staring down at his lap. “I would literally walk through fire for her. But this? I can’t give her this. And I hate that. I don’t want to ruin her wedding.”

“With what, exactly? Not having someone she doesn’t even know there?” Priscilla chuckled. She wrapped an arm around Jaskier and pulled him closer. Jaskier rested his head on her shoulder. “Look, don’t beat yourself up over this. The past is in the past. You were a slut, so what? It doesn’t matter. You’re a great parent to her.”

“The best,” Essi cooed as she ruffled his hair gently. “And Amaryllis knows this, too. Don’t feel guilty. I’m sure Amaryllis is just a little sentimental with her wedding coming up, it makes sense. But it will be all okay. She’s gonna have a beautiful wedding, and the only tears we will see will be tears of joy.”

“You wanna get your acoustic guitar out, sweet cheeks?” Priscilla grinned at Jaskier. “We could fire up The Sandpipers again.”

Jaskier snorted. “You want me to sing about my feelings? I have a better idea. I have a bottle of…”

“It’s better than trying to drink them away,” Priscilla cut him off quickly. “Do you remember your rendezvous with that tequila?”

“You threw up in a bush,” Essi giggled, “and then you apologized…to the bush.”

“Alright, no drinking,” Jaskier chuckled. He squeezed his friends’ hands tightly. “Thanks, girls.”

Essi and Priscilla enveloped him in a tight hug. Jaskier sank into it with a grateful smile. He hoped his friends were right, and that Amaryllis truly wasn’t in anguish over this. That idea was just horrifying. If everything went right, by the time her wedding came, Amaryllis wouldn’t even remember ever bringing this up.

Dear Geralt…

Dear Radovid…

Dear Yennefer…

I hope you still remember me. I’m the Omega you’ve spent time with on the island in the summer of 2002. I know my letter must come as a surprise to you. I need to tell you something, but I can’t write it down. I’d much rather tell you in person. I still live on Thanedd, so you know where to find me. We have to meet up. It’s a matter of life and death!

The ferries come in every hour on Saturdays. Please, be on the one that arrives at 2 in the afternoon. I’ll meet you at the dock. If my letter found you at all, please, be there, this is very important. And pack enough clothes for a few weeks? I feel like we can't get this sorted out in a day, so be prepared for staying a little longer.

With love,

Jaskier

#geraskier #yennskier #radskier #a/b/o #jaskier #geralt of rivia #yennefer of vengerberg #radovid #omega jaskier #alpha geralt #alpha yennefer #beta radovid #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fic #my fic #mamma mia au

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seidenbros · 2 years

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Belated Honeymoon

Soooo, this is my first entry for the @witchersummercamp prompts (and a special thanks to @luteandsword who reminded me of this, because being down with covid, I completely forgot about this). It's the first time ever that I'm doing something for an event, so if there's anything wrong, anything needs improvement, just let me know 💚

Prompt: Cabin

Pairing: Geraskier | Geralt/Jaskier (established/married)

Rating: T

Words: 2183

Warnings: fluff, domestic fluff, maaaaybe a little angst if you squint, modern au

Summary: After Jaskier spent the day right after their wedding in the studio all the time Geralt whisks him away to a cabin by the lake, where he can finally take some time off from everything and everyone - and they can spend some time alone. And it seems that Geralt has a little surprise question for his husband as well.

also on AO3

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The warm summer breeze tickled his nose as he stood at the edge of the lake. Jaskier twirled the silver ring around his finger. The newest addition to all the other rings, but still his favourite, because it meant something. After years of dancing around each other, of being friends and supporting each other, they'd finally managed to admit their feeling for each other. He'd seen Geralt get his heart broken, and the other way around. And along the way, Geralt had even become a Dad. Not that it had been in his plans at that time, but Ciri was the best thing that had ever happened to him – Jaskier had to agree.

Geralt had changed after Ciri had been born. He's gotten a lot calmer, hadn't taken everything for granted anymore – especially not Jaskier. After her mother had left Ciri in Geralt's care, he needed all the help he could get, and Jaskier had always been there. It had brought them even closer together, and after waking up in each other's arms, Ciri on top of Geralt's chest, they'd shared their first kiss. For hours they'd talked afterwards, thinking about the pros and cons of getting in a relationship, taking it further than just being friends, but they'd never regretted it.

Two months ago, they'd gotten married, and now, they were finally on their honeymoon in the middle of nowhere. Geralt's choice of course. Ciri was staying with Yennefer, and it was the first time they were spending a week apart from each other. At the end of the week, Ciri would join them, for some family time, but Geralt and Jaskier needed some time to themselves.

It was beautiful out here, no other people around, just the sounds of nature, a house and a lake all to themselves. Jaskier wasn't usually the quiet type, but after some exhausting weeks, that he'd spend mostly in the studio recording his new album, even he needed a break and some peace and quiet. Therefore, he was standing out here without headphones, enjoying the view.

Geralt had left in the early morning to go fishing. He'd woken Jaskier up with kisses to say goodbye to him, but before he'd left, he'd prepared breakfast for his husband, so Jaskier had immediately smiled as soon as he'd walked into the kitchen. There had even been a little note that said: “See you in a bit. Love Geralt” - he'd even drawn a little heart next to his name. And then people said that Jaskier was the cheesy one of them. If only they knew...

His eyes landed on the ring Geralt had given them at their wedding. They hadn't wanted matching wedding bands, but they choose one ring specifically for the other. While Jaskier had gotten Geralt a silver ring with the soundwaves of him singing “I'll love you for eternity”, Geralt had gotten him a simple silver ring with a dandelion engraved on the inside, his nickname for Jaskier. It was the sweetest, most personal thing Jaskier could think of. In addition, his wedding band was completely different from all the other colourful, flashy rings he wore, and he loved it all the more for that.

“Everything alright?”

Jaskier turned around to the low voice, that belonged to no other than Geralt. He'd been so lost in thought that he hadn't even heard him come back. Apparently, he'd already put away the fish he'd caught – Jaskier was sure he'd been successful, since the rod and everything else were gone as well – and was now ready to take a shower.

“Perfect. It's just so peaceful out here.”

“That's why I chose this place.” Geralt walked up to Jaskier, wrapped his arms around him and leaned in for a chaste kiss. “You need some social detoxing.”

“Oh look at you with your fancy words,” Jaskier said with a smirk, stealing another kiss. “But you're right. I haven't even looked at my phone all day. The last time was yesterday evening when we asked Yennefer about Ciri.”

“Good, I'm proud of you. You've been working non-stop ever since the wedding, so you need to not think about work and everything that had to do with it for these two weeks.”

“But-”

“No buts. You need to relax.”

“And you need a shower. You smell like fish!” A laugh followed Jaskier's words, but it turned into a squeal when Geralt picked him up and threw him in the lake. The look on Jaskier's face when he came up for air made Geralt laugh in turn

“I said YOU need a shower, not me!”

“Well, in that case...”

In one swift motion, Geralt stripped off his shirt and jumped after Jaskier into the water. The sun was still high in the sky and it was hot, the days still long, so that they could enjoy some time out here. Now, that they were both in the water, there was no rush to get inside.

Geralt pulled Jaskier back into his arms, brushed the wet hair from his face and smiled down at him.

“Looks like you'll need to take a shower with me then...”

“Do you really think I'd object to that?” Jaskier chuckled, wrapped his arms around Geralt's neck and pulled him in for another kiss, but this time not a chaste one, but one that lingered a little longer, that held the promise of more.

After spending some more time in the lake, they enjoyed their shower together. For dinner, they had fish of course, and Geralt was rather proud of what he'd caught. Hence, cooking was Geralt's task for the evening. Usually, they cooked together, but tonight, he'd sent Jaskier outside with a glass of wine. Most of the time, they were both busy, but the last couple of weeks, Geralt had stayed at home to take care of Ciri while Jaskier had hardly been home at all, so he definitely needed the rest.

Sitting outside on the deck, overlooking the lake in the evening sun calmed his soul, but it also inspired him, gave him some new song ideas. Not today, though, no, he wouldn't pull out his notepad and write something down. He had a couple more days to do that, but tonight was just for the two of them.

“Beautiful,” Geralt said when he places the plates on the table and sat down opposite Jaskier.

“Isn't it? I could sit here for hours and never get tired of it.”

“I wasn't talking about the lake,” Geralt said with a smile before he refilled Jaskier's glass.

“Oh...” Jaskier didn't manage anything more. His cheeks turned pink due to the compliment. Usually, he loved compliments, couldn't get enough of them, but with Geralt... it had always been different. It wasn't some superficial compliment to get what he wanted from Jaskier, he really meant what he said, and that made all the difference.

Over dinner, Geralt told him about his fishing trip, and Jaskier listened with a smile. It was wonderful to hear Geralt talk about something that he enjoyed. He wasn't a man of many words, but sometimes, he went all out, and Jaskier just let him talk. He didn't know a lot about fishing, but he loved listening to Geralt talk, no matter what he was talking about in the end.

After dinner, Geralt didn't let Jaskier help with the dishes, but instead sent him outside to enjoy the last rays of sunshine. At first, Jaskier had tried to protest, but there was no use. So he found himself out on the deck again, glass of wine on hand. Slowly, he walked to the edge, took off his shoes and sat down to let his feet dangle in the water. There was no noise except for the casual splash in the water from a fish or some other animal. A complete contrast to the city, where he was constantly surrounded by noises, not all of them good. The longer he sat there, the more he felt the tension leave his shoulders, and he finally relaxed. He'd already relaxed a little earlier when he'd been by himself, but by now, he was completely at ease and happy with where he was. No noise, no music, no nothing. Just Geralt and him.

Geralt walked slowly towards him and sat down next to him silently, not wanting to disturb this peaceful moment. Jaskier immediately reached for Geralt's hand and interlaced their fingers.

“This was a good idea,” Jaskier eventually broke the silence, a smile on his lips, as he kept looking over the water.

“Mhm... I'm glad you think so.” Geralt turned to press a kiss to Jaskier's temple. He took a deep breath, before he continued. “You know... I never thought I could feel like this, like I'd never seen the sky before...”

Jaskier quickly turned towards him, a look of surprise on his face.

“Are you really quoting Moulin Rouge at me?”

“It's your favourite movie, I thought you might like that.”

“You're full of surprises,” Jaskier said with a love, before he pulled Geralt close to kiss him. He'd pleaded with him so often to watch that movie together, until Geralt had finally given in. His reaction had been a simple hmm and Jaskier hadn't expected anything else from him. But that he was able to quote Jaskier's favourite song from the movie now, made all the butterflies in his stomach turn into a storm again.

“There's something I need to talk to you about, though.” Geralt eventually broke the kiss, but kept Jaskier close. “It's nothing bad. At least I hope so.” So much for not worrying Jaskier. Geralt had tried his best to get Jaskier in a good mood, and he'd succeeded, but he was still nervous about this now.

“Okay... Spit it out, I'm getting anxious!”

Geralt could see it in his face, like he was expecting Geralt to tell him that marrying hadn't been a good idea or that he'd cheated on Jaskier. The truth couldn't be further from that.

“Ciri asked me something and I told her I'd talk to you about it before she gets here.” Geralt took Jaskier's hand in his again, ran his fingers over the wedding band, which was the only ring he'd kept on his fingers after the shower. “She wants you to be her Dad as well. Not just in the way you already are, but legally. Her greatest wish is that you adopt her.”

“She... what?” Jaskier blinked once, twice, and kept staring at Geralt.

“She wants you to become her Dad.” Geralt repeated his words, thinking about if he could make it any clearer somehow, describe it in an easier way, but his words had been pretty clear.

Without a word, though, Jaskier got up and walked back into the cabin, leaving a stunned Geralt behind. He needed a moment, before he got up as well and ran after his husband.

“Jaskier?” Geralt called after him until he found him in the kitchen, his head stuck in the fridge. “Jaskier, talk to me! It's absolutely fine if you don't want to, I'll just need to find a way to tell Ciri then.” His own heart was beating rapidly in his chest. He hadn't wanted to ruin their whole trip with this, but it was something that was important to Ciri and to him as well.

“Jaskier...” He was getting really worried now, and curious about what Jaskier was looking for in the fridge. When Jaskier finally closed the door again and turned to Geralt, there were tears streaming down his face.

“I was just...” he mumbled, holding up the bottle of champagne they'd gotten in their way here.

“Dandelion...” Geralt still wasn't sure what this meant, but his gut was telling him that it was a good sign.

“I couldn't be happier,” Jaskier managed, putting the bottle aside to wipe away the tears. “I want that! I just didn't expect that at all.”

“Come here,” Geralt said with a smile, opening his arms, and Jaskier didn't waste a moment. He threw himself into the arms of his husband and held onto him. Geralt's hands caressed his back, simply held him there for a moment. “So these are tears of joy?”

“Of course they are! I love that kid with all my heart.”

“I know... and she loves you as well. That's why she wants this so badly. She absolutely adores you.”

Geralt's words managed to make Jaskier sob and shed even more tears. When they'd become a couple, Jaskier had never really expected them to get married, always thinking that something would go wrong along the line, but they'd managed. There had been bad times, but they hadn't abandoned each other and had instead managed these situations together, had become a family. Gods, he couldn't wait to tell Ciri his answer once she got here.

#WitcherSummerCamp #the witcher #geraskier #the witcher netflix #geralt x jaskier #witcher summer camp #geralt of rivia #jaskier #staffi writes #modern au #established geraskier #they're just too soft I swear

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 3 years

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Hi Comfy! 💜 Could you write some Tired Dad™ Jaskier, please? Ciri has been really difficult all day, crying because she misses her other daddy. Geralt made a business trip 3 days ago and will only be back at night.

Nonie i love this. I really hope i did your idea justice. I threw in as much fluff as I could!

just for clarification, ciri calls Jask “Fafa” and Geralt “Papa”, also I'm going with her being like 4? so only having a light grasp on language?

Warnings: none unless you don’t like specific dad nicknames? crying toddlers?

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Three days.

It's not that long. It's not a big deal. Jaskier wasn't even worried about the logistics of Geralt being gone (other than Ciri being a morning baby), he was worried about missing his husband. So worried, in fact, that he forgot until night #1 that Ciri was going to miss him too.

"Where's Papa?" She asked, holding one of her feet close to her face to examine the bruised toenail from when she dropped the birdbath on it last week.

Jaskier gently tugged her leg back down so he could tuck her in, "He's working, cub. He went to help Uncle Skel."

Her little brow furrowed just like Geralt's did when he was thinking. They were so much alike you'd think they'd used Geralt's sperm for the fertilization. How she got bright blonde hair and green eyes with Jaskier's DNA was a mystery, they were pretty sure the egg donor they chose had brown eyes too, but either way she was cute as could be. The one thing she absolutely got from Jaskier was how much she loved Geralt.

"Papa will be home late?"

Jaskier brushed the hair off of her forehead as he sat next to her on her brand new big girl bed, "Really late. He'll be gone two more nights."

"But where will he sleep?!"

"At Uncle Skel's house," Jaskier laughed.

Ciri didn't think it was funny in the slightest, "But people sleep at home!"

It was a good half hour before she accepted that, yes, Papa would sleep okay somewhere else, and no, that doesn't mean it's his home now. It was another half hour before Jaskier heard little snores coming from her room and could finally relax. Not that he slept much. The bed was cold and the constant reminder that he was gone just made him worry over his husband.

Geralt called them early the next morning and Ciri was ecstatic, holding the phone up close to her face and cradling it reverently. She prattled on about a dream she had and nearly choked on her oatmeal because simply wouldn't stop talking. When Geralt finally said he had to go, she dragged out the 'i love you's and 'see you soon's as long as she could.

As soon as Jaskier stuffed his phone in his pocket and turned to grab a paper towel, the toddler was in tears.

She wailed as Jaskier pulled her out of her booster seat and cradled her to his shoulder, bouncing back and forth like he did when she was still bottle feeding, "I know Cub, I know. He'll be back soon. It's okay."

"I want Papa!" She shrieked and cried some more, burying her face in Jaskier's sweater.

"I know, darling. I miss him too." Jaskier tried not to be hurt by her little tirade, she was only four, she didn't mean anything by it, but it still stung.

The days passed in a coffee-fueled blur, Jaskier doing his best to distract Ciri and avoid complete meltdowns. They went to the park, went for a ride on Roach (and even gave her a bath), went for bike rides, saw a movie, did two parent/child painting classes, and even baked a cake from scratch to fill the time. Jaskier thought he might fall asleep walking.

On the third night, Ciri crept into their room just as he was about to fall asleep, “Fafa?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m-” she was cut off by a yawn, “I’m not sleepy.”

Jaskier propped himself up on an elbow, “Do you want snuggles?”

She nodded and wiped at her nose. He pulled back the blankets and she scrambled onto the bed and up against his side, flinging one of her lanky little arms over his chest. He tucked her under his arm and made sure they were both pleasantly cocooned in the comforter.

“Fafa?”

He resisted the urge to sigh, just wanting to drift off to sleep, “Yes, Ciri?”

“Do you miss Papa too?”

He looked down at her and frowned, “Of course I do, darling. I miss him even when he’s gone on a regular workday.”

She snuggled in closer and wrapped her little fist around his sleepshirt, “Why don’t you cry?”

He kissed the top of her head, “I don’t want to worry you, love. And I know he’s coming back.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”

That’s how Geralt found them, snuggled up and both snoring softly as the morning light filtered through the curtains.

He quietly set his luggage down and shrugged off his jacket before slipping into bed on Ciri’s side and pulling them both close. It was a few minutes still before either of them stirred, and even when Jaskier sleepily carded his fingers through Geralt’s hair he didn’t seem to notice till a few seconds later.

A sweet smile spread across his face, still keeping his eyes closed, “You’re back.”

Geralt leaned over to kiss him, doing his best not to squish Ciri, “Did you miss me?”

“Immensely,” Jaskier sighed, going back to playing with Geralt’s hair, still not opening his eyes.

Their talking woke Ciri and before Geralt even had the chance to say ‘hello’ she was squealing and clinging to his neck for dear life.

Geralt laughed and Jaskier just rolled his eyes fondly. “Hope you’re not tired, love.”

Geralt peeled Ciri off him to set her on his chest, “Good morning, princess. What do you want for breakfast?”

She bounced, punching the air out of Geralt’s lungs as she answered, “Pancakes!”

“Pancakes it is,” he roared, hoisting her above his head and rolling to sit up on the edge of the bed. He glanced back at Jaskier, “Coming, Fafa?”

Jask snuggled deeper under the blankets, “Call me when the coffee’s ready.”

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spielzeugkaiser · 2 years

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Baby!Ciri and her dads! It's still, literally, the tired dads 'verse.

#baby!ciri #Jaskier is off to play at some taverns and Ciri has to look out for her dad - I always had the impression that coin was already short #even with regular geraskier and traveling expenses and stuff for a baby? that's not cheap #geraskier #jaskier #geralt of rivia #the witcher #geralt x jaskier #I'm on a fluff run y'all - and we all know what that means :)#that's me polishing my emotional baseball bat

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dapandapod · 2 years

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Prompt 5 - holding hands while one is balancing on a small wall

Vesemir and Ciri out for a walk

SO THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN! and also, because reasons, fun fact; I watched Kung Fu panda while writing this, and i had to include one important word. Ten points if you figure it out.

Anyway, please enjoy this little thing! <3

On Ao3 here Hand holding prompt collection

The girl has been training most of the morning.

She won't stop, the little one, driven by a need to prove herself and to become someone that can make a change. Vesemir has seen it before, many many times before.

The last one to display this type of burning need was Lambert. Maybe that is why the two of them get along so well.

Her gloved fingers are gripped tightly around the wooden sword. Geralt corrects her stance before he lets her carry out the next series of blows.

"Slowly. It doesn't matter how fast you are if you can't hit your target properly. Mind your elbows. Yes, like that,” he instructs, watching her form closely. " Sidestep. Sidestep, again! Slow down, you are getting sloppy."

The little princess is breathing heavily through her nose, her brows furrowed in determination.

She takes instruction well, and Geralt is taking the role as teacher and parent much better than expected.

The bard is good for him, Vesemir thinks, as he paces at the edge of their makeshift training court, watching Geralt watching her.

He hears his own words come through Geralt's lips. Years and years and years of raising witchers, and he still isn't used to it.

They both notice when Ciri is getting too tired. Or rather, the moment right before she gets too tired, when she starts to overcompensate.

"All right, that is enough," Geralt decides.

"But I'm not tired yet!" she protests, immediately lowering the sword. Not tired, huh?

"Which is the point. You won't learn if you push your mind and body to the breaking point. We will stop here for now."

"Ughh. But Lambert said you used to train until your hands bled! I barely have blisters!"

Vesemir doesn't flinch. Won't feel bad. He didn't realize Lambert told her, but he’s not surprised he did.

"Lambert was training to be a witcher," Geralt says calmly.

"I am training to be a witcher!" Ciri complains.

"You are training to be able to protect yourself. That is where we will start. The future will remain the future," Geralt says, and the finality in his tone makes Ciri glare at him.

Clearly not the first time they have had this argument.

"Clean up and come inside when you are done."

Geralt doesn't wait for her to start, he just turns and strides off into the keep.

Ah yes, Vesemir has done that himself so many times. Very effective. Also a great way to piss off a kid.

Right on cue, Ciri fires off a very colorful and creative string of swears. Someone has been around for Lambert and Jaskier's drinking contests.

Vesemir smirks and approaches her with a broom to clean up the fallen strands of hay from the dummies.

"Geralt used to hate it when I did that," he chuckles.

"Well, I hate it too," she grumbles, snatching the broom out of his hand, then realizes she is still holding the wooden sword.

She stomps off to the stand, throws it into place, where it almost bounces off. She points at it threateningly, until she is sure that it stays.

Then she stomps back and aggressively starts to sweep.

"Are the blisters sore?" he asks her after a moment of silence.

"A little," she admits, collecting the hay in a neat little stack.

"Do you want us to put a salve on it?"

"Maybe tonight. I don't want my gloves to get sticky."

Vesemir smiles knowingly.

"Not done yet, eh?" he says with a wink.

"I'm not tired yet," she says again angrily, sweeping hard, shoving all the hay towards the ring wall.

"You know, there is something I could teach you," Vesemir says slowly, as if he is indulging her in a secret. As expected, she perks up.

"What?"

"When in a fight, what is the most important thing?"

Ciri thinks for a moment.

"Balance," she decides, and Vesemir nods approvingly.

"And why is that?"

"So that they can't catch you off guard. So that you can keep moving."

"Good. So. How about we practice some balance?"

Ciri squints at him.

"How is that different from what Geralt is teaching me?" she challenges him.

"Who do you think taught it to Geralt? Come, child."

Vesemir turns and walks away without waiting for her assent.

"You taught him that too?" Ciri yells angrily after him, then runs to catch up with him. All Vesemir does is smile.

Together they walk outside the keep and out on one of the small trails leading into the forest.

The ground is glittering with frost, frozen strands of grass and patches of moss border both sides of their little trail.

"Where are we going?" Ciri asks, looking around curiously.

She has yet to start running laps on the Killer, but she will get there soon enough, if Vesemir knows her at all.

"Not far. There is an old burned down tower some way from here."

"Why are we going there?"

"Do you want to fall off a fence in front of Lambert?"

Ciri doesn't reply, and that is enough of an answer for Vesemir.

"I used to bring Lambert here too. When he was your age, if he fell down in front of the others, he would get spitting mad and try to set fire to my hat."

Ciri giggles in her hand, and Vesemir smiles at the memory.

"For the sake of my hat, we had to practice his balance somewhere the others couldn't tease him. And my, did that boy have to practice."

"Lambert has poor balance?"

"Like a foal on ice. Not that Geralt was much better. You know why you kick a boy between the legs, don't you?"

Ciri nods sagely.

"That's where they keep their tenders."

"When Geralt fell, he always landed on his…. tenders. Learned balance real quick after he figured that out."

Ciri scrunches her nose at that and laughs. They reach their destination soon enough, the trees clearing out and the trail turning into a proper, if a little overgrown, gravel road.

The old tower is barely standing anymore, only the bottom structure with its beams solid enough to stand against weather and time.

There is a stone fence circling the tower, the remains of a pasture or some delusion of grandeur of the past mages that used to live here. The stone is still frosted with ice, but wide enough for a grown man's feet to fit side by side.

Without any kind of prompting, Ciri jumps up on it, stealthy like a cat. With her arms set wide, she starts walking down it.

"Do I have better balance than Lambert?" She asks, her tongue peeking out between her lips as she focuses. Another trait from the bard, Vesemir thinks.

"You do. But the trick is, little princess, not to look down. The ice is slippery, and some of the stones are loose." Vesemir walks next to her as she makes her way over the fence.

She lifts her chin and glares ahead. Ah, yes, so much like his younglings, so many years ago.

She manages around the first bend, before her foot slips. By instinct, Vesemir catches her hand and pulls her upright again.

"I can do it!" Ciri hisses, snatching her hand back, and promptly falling on the other side of the fence.

Without a word, but with a lot more sticks and leaves in her hair, she climbs back up on the wall.

Daring him to open his mouth, she sends a glare towards Vesemir, who holds up his hands placatingly. They pass the next bend without incident, and then the next.

"See! I told you I can do it!"

"And you only looked down half a dozen times." Vesemir agrees sagely. "When do I tell you about the blindfold?"

Ciri's mouth falls open, her eyes widen in surprise.

"The what?"

"You didn't think it would be this easy, did you?" He smirks.

"No wonder they hit their tenders." Ciri mutters, and Vesemir chuckles.

"I want to see you pass the fence three times, and then we will try with the blindfold. You think you can do it?"

Challenging the little princess is foolish, but effective.

They pass a good half hour with Ciri slipping and falling over and some of her more creative swearing, until she finally learns the traps of the stone wall.

She almost makes it one lap, until he caves.

"I will let you try a few steps on two conditions." Ciri nods eagerly. "The first is, you never use the blindfold without anyone around, and not until you have passed three laps, Ciri. Three laps without looking down. The second is, you will hold on to me the first few times."

"That's no fun." Ciri pouts, but agrees reluctantly. Untying his scarf, Vesemir steps behind her and ties it over her eyes.

"Wow." She says, immediately starting to sway. Vesemir chuckles and holds out his hand for her to take.

Lifting her foot for the first step is a wobbly affair. Her fingers are tight around his, his arm tense as her weight shifts in every direction.

She finds a foothold slowly, making sure the footing is firm before she changes her weight and takes the next step, and the next.

She really is much better at this than the boys were.

"Count three more steps, then turn around." Vesemir instructs, righting her again as she is swaying.

The turn is somehow less complicated than expected, her other hand finding his easily and trusting him to keep her upright.

Her delighted laugh at the success warms his heart, and they walk back slowly to where they started out.

"So this is where you have been hiding!" A voice calls out from the trees, and startling Ciri so bad she almost topples over.

Vesemir catches her, lifting her up under the armpits and putting her down on solid ground.

"Eskel!" She complains loudly, pushing up the scarf from her eyes. "I almost had it!"

"Oh, little one, you call that having it?"

Eskel steals the scarf from her head and climbs up the side of the wall to the tower, balancing on the precarious beams far above the ground.

Then he puts on the blindfold and promptly balances out over the rubble, over the caved in roof, knees bent and arms outstretched but close to his body.

Good form, Vesemir thinks.

"Bragging is unbecoming." Ciri snarks, crossing her arms, and Eskel laughs. He takes off the blindfold and jumps down next to them.

"You just wait, little princess." He says, patting her head.

"If you wanna keep those fingers, you better stop that." Vesemir warns.

They make their way back towards the keep, Eskel paying for his petting crime by letting her ride on his shoulders.

All the way back, she pesters him with questions about Geralt and Lambert when they were her age.

Mainly, what they sucked at. The attempted hat burning is mentioned more than once.

When they return, Ciri is armed with an excellent mood and many, many embarrassing stories about both her tutors.

Ciri accepts it better now when Geralt calls it quits. She finds Vesemir, and together they walk down to the tower again.

Sometimes she holds his hands, sometimes she bats it away.

Lambert gets a hold of their balance practice, and demands to join them.

He still got shitty balance.

But the princess is smiling and his boys are having fun, and really, what else can an aging witcher ask for?

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geraskierficrecs · 3 years

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Modern AU Stories

when midnights break their sleep by SummerFrost

The first Snapchat that anyone ever sends Geralt is a picture of his own irritated face.

shrike_princess: can u believe this dumbass finally got a snapchat bc a cute boy asked him nicely

"It wasn't even that nicely," Geralt says flatly.

AKA: The one where Geralt is a bartender and Jaskier sings karaoke.

(This is one of my favorite stories in the fandom. I love it so much!!)

Give Me Nothing, Give Me You by dis

Ciri's kindergarten letter comes in the mail on a Tuesday. Geralt opens it, skims it, and frowns at the class his daughter has been assigned.

Dandelions.

Or: A modern AU with Dad!Geralt and Teacher!Jaskier.

Chopsticks by thisgirlsays22

“Yennefer sent me a check for eight lessons for you,” Jaskier said the following weekend, wearing a beige button-down with--

“Does your shirt have owls on it?” Geralt asked, caught somewhere between amusement and horror.

Jaskier looked down and tugged on the front of his shirt as if he had to remind himself what was on it. He beamed at Geralt. “Yeah! Do you like it?”

“Not particularly.”

The smile swiftly disappeared.

“It’s not terrible,” he amended, stepping back to let Jaskier inside the apartment. Then Jaskier’s initial words sank in. “Wait. Yen did what?”

Hanging up on Yennefer was always a mistake.

New Monster Stories by kathkin

“So do you have a name?”

“Yeah.” The man who had saved his life less than an hour ago – the white-haired, absurdly buff, weirdly sexy man Jaskier might have called taciturn if he was feeling charitable and surly if he was feeling less so – dug into his second burger.

Jaskier waited. “Are… you going to tell me what it is?”

The man paused mid-bite, and looked at him reproachfully as if to say how dare you. How dare you interrupt me. Can’t you see I’m enjoying my cheeseburger. Can’t you see this cheeseburger is the most important thing in my life right at the moment. He swallowed, and said, “Geralt.”

It turns out almost getting eaten by a werewolf can make your whole life go careening off in a new, terrifying, wondrous, artistically flourishing direction. Who knew?

Where There’s a Witcher by ghostinthelibrary

Jaskier is a twentysomething recently unemployed journalist and amateur musician looking for his big break. So when he’s saved from the jaws of a wyvern by the infamous Butcher of Blaviken, Geralt of Rivia, he comes up with a brilliant idea: he’ll follow the Witcher around and sing about their exploits. He’ll gain fame and fortune and Geralt will get a much needed image rehab. Everyone wins. Unless Jaskier goes and falls in love like an idiot.

Only Human Series by ghostintxelibrary

It’s a Tuesday, so someone is threatening to kill Jaskier.

Geralt doesn’t know why he’s surprised anymore.

Geralt moonlights as a superpowered vigilante called the Witcher, but his cover identity is the mild-mannered Geralt Rivia, reporter at The Continental Press. Jaskier is an entertainment writer at the Press and Geralt’s ex-boyfriend. He's obsessed with the Witcher, the vigilante who has saved his life multiple times. When Geralt is blackmailed by a powerful sorcerer into pursuing the Shrike, a serial killer who’s been targeting abusive men, Jaskier gets involved, despite Geralt’s best efforts.

(Seriously, all of her stuff is amazing. Read it all.)

Thieves and Riches

Geralt is just trying to do a favor for an old friend when he finds himself tied up and shoved into a storage closet by a group of robbers. There he meets Jaskier, an enigmatic cat burglar who is a little too good at teasing a reaction of the normally stoic detective.

I’ll Never Be Free From Your Smile by whisperedstory

Geralt isn't sure how he got here, standing in his kitchen in black gym shorts and a baby pink—baby fucking pink—shirt that stretches too tightly over his muscles and has Toss a Coin written in sparkling gold letters across his chest while Jaskier is aiming a camera at his face.

Or: Jaskier is a YouTuber and Geralt is his best friend and roommate.

Next to You by Bean_Writes

Moving to a new town is one thing. Moving to a new town, becoming best friends with his neighbor and falling head over heels for her dad is something entirely different.

In his second year of college, Jaskier struggles with his undying crush on Geralt, Ciri's dad. It also doesn't help that the man's job involves him looking like an absolute wet dream come true, emerging from beneath a car, muscles flexing, slick with sweat and grease.

He's really fucked.

The Tale of Jaskier's Grudge Against Historians (and how they gave him his happy ending anyway) by notebooksandlaptops

[Text Sent From Ciri] Is there a reason why a love letter to Yen and Geralt is in the British Museum signed from you?? -C

[Text Sent to Ciri] Because Historians are nosey pricks. Do NOT tell your parents. -J

[Text Sent From Ciri] ;) – C

The winking face of a semicolon and a bracket stared up at him, composed of unforgiving pixels. She wouldn’t, would she? No. No. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t.

She wouldn’t.

-///-

Or, an exploration of the reason (immortal) Jaskier hates historians (hint: it's because they keep stealing his shit and putting it on display)

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25. "prove it" for the banter prompt list? I love ur writing jin!!

Ahh thank you so much for the prompt!! And thank you for the kind words! <3333 Here’s Geralt being a tired dad, some cheeky Jaskier and our sassy girl Ciri! ;))

(established geraskier, fluff, sparring, kaer morhen, 880 words)

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“I can take you.”

“No, you can’t.”

“Prove it.”

“Jaskier.”

Geralt watches in amusement as the bard gets up from the bench and takes Ciri’s place, cracking his knuckles as if it’ll make him look more impressive. The girl lets out an exhausted sigh, glad to finally take a break from training but equally enthused for the drama that follows.

“Get him, uncle Jask!” She sounds way too eager, now sitting at the bench next to the lute.

“Why are you on his side?” Geralt frowns at Ciri, slightly hurt.

“No, I’m always on your side, Geralt,” she tilts her head sweetly. “But I also really want to see a bard kick your ass.”

“Your wish is my command, princess.” Jaskier bows before picking out a dagger.

“You are getting better with a dagger, Jaskier, but you’re no match for me.”

“Didn’t you tell your daughter that she can beat anyone as long as she puts her brains into it? Exploit their weakness? After all, everyone has them.” The bard rolls up his sleeves and readies his stance. “Watch and learn.” He winks at Ciri.

“Weakness or not, it’s not even a fair fight.” Geralt takes up his training sword regardless. There’s no harm in humoring the two of them.

“There’s no fairness in the real world. You taught her that too.” Jaskier smiles before attacking.

The bard is getting better. His strikes are powerful and true, mostly aiming at a particular side, but the witcher blocks with ease.

“My bad knee won’t be weakness enough, bard.” Geralt flicks his wrist, landing a hit on Jaskier’s ribs. He lets out an offended cry.

With an exasperated huff, the bard changes tactics. Now his footwork is speeding up, taking advantage of his nimble movements and smaller size. It’s almost enough to find a window in Geralt’s tight defense. The girl can indeed learn something here.

Impressive.

“Take that, old man!” Ciri shouts out a cheer for Jaskier.

The witcher rolls his eyes and wards off another quick strike. The blunt of his sword hits the bard heavily on his bicep. It’ll definitely leave a bruise.

Jaskier shakes it off almost impatiently. He’s getting tired and sloppy.

“Yield now, Jask.”

“What, scared?” The bard heaves out a breath before charging directly at Geralt, using his full body weight. It’s a stupid move against someone a lot heavier. On the bench, Ciri physically flinches, knowing what will happen, because it takes very little effort to direct the momentum the other way and let Jaskier fall on his own. The dagger flies across the courtyard.

But the bard lands heavily on his side and lets out a pained gasp. His entire body goes stiff, curled into his right side.

Geralt stares as Jaskier’s breaths hitch and shudder, before moving towards him. “Shit, Jask. Are you hurt?”

He kneels next to the bard in a hurry. When Jaskier looks up, his expression is full of pain, his brows knitted tightly. Until he sees Geralt’s worry closely. Suddenly, his face relaxes completely and breaks into a cheeky grin.

“What…”

In an instant, Jaskier has rolled on top of Geralt and pinned him to the ground, the unexpected force knocking the breath out of him. Cold metal presses against his neck—the training sword he put down in a hurry when checking on Jaskier’s ‘injury’.

“Yield,” the bard demands. His cornflower blue sparkles smugly.

“You bastard.”

“There’s no fairness in the real world. It’s an important lesson, Geralt.” Jaskier presses the blunt weapon harder. “Now yield!”

“I yield.” Geralt stares as the bard throws the sword away with a clink.

“Come on now. Let’s get you off the ground.” The bard climbs off the witcher before pulling him up as well. He continues to beat the dust off Geralt’s shirt, grinning like a fool. “Oh, don’t be a grump! Wasn’t that fun?”

Winning does not seem to be good for the bard’s ego. Geralt shakes his head in exasperation.

Although Ciri has come to hug Jaskier in celebration and giggling freely. It’s hard to be mad at the bard when he makes the girl so happy, even with a silly stunt like this.

“You took that loss with grace, Geralt,” she teases, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

“Hmm,” he admits defeat. “It was smart.”

“Your weakness, Geralt. Didn’t expect that, did you?” Jaskier raises an eyebrow, letting Ciri walk off to prepare for the next round of training.

“I still don’t see the point of this. You know you can never pull this off again?”

“True,” Jaskier says as he watches Ciri put away the weapons on the other side of the courtyard, his voice lowered. “But your daughter is no longer grumbling about how hard you’re working her.”

Geralt blinks. The girl is walking with a little skip, her earlier weariness completely replaced with a chirpy smile.

“Carrot and stick. Another lesson.” Jaskier kisses Geralt on the cheek adoringly, before returning to his lute.

As his daughter comes back to the training ground revigorated, Geralt sends his bard a soft look. Cornflower blue meets him in understanding. After so many years, Jaskier has long since learned to discern the gratitude he never vocalizes.

He chuckles to himself.

Maybe losing to a bard is not that bad.

#he definitely should have seen that coming #like from a mile away #geraskier #geraskier fic #prompt fill #geralt x jaskier #sassy ciri #tired dad geralt #the bard is cheeky #geralt of rivia #jaskier #fluff

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deeplywornletters · 3 years

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pancakes for dinner

Wrote this for a 24h-flash-challenge being hosted on @thewitcherbog

Just some tooth-rotting domestic fluff with Dad!Geralt and Ciri, enjoy <3

You can also read it on AO3!

„Papa, how did you and Dad meet?“

Geralt puts down the book he is currently reading and looks at the small girl standing before him, blonde curly hair put into two small pigtails on either side of her head, dressed in green dungarees and a soft yellow sweater.

“Why do you want to know, love?” he asks her as he reaches down to pull her into his lap, giving her a small kiss on the cheek and tickling her with his stubble, resulting in a small squeal.

“Mrs. Vennerberg asked us today in school and all the other children knew but me!” She puts her lips into an angry pout, crossing her arms before her little body, a frown on her face.

‘Absolutely adorable,’ Geralt thinks to himself, before he answers: “Well, Ciri, you never asked!” a slight tease in his voice.

Ciri buries her head in the nook between Geralt’s ear and shoulder and mumbles something that is most likely supposed to mean: “I am now.”

Gently, he retrieves her from where she’s more or less successfully tried to hide and puts a hand under her chin, gently forcing her to look at him.

“Were you embarrassed that you were the only one who didn’t know?”

That question seems to hit the nail on the head as Ciri once more smushes her face into Geralt, her pigtails tickling his nose.

As cute as she looks, buried into his chest, Geralt knows that an embarrassed Ciri can very quickly turn into an angry, crying one, and so he comes up with a plan.

“How about,” he says as he pulls her into his arms, getting up from the sofa, “I make us some hot chocolate and I will tell you how your dad and I met.” His question is answered with sparkling blue eyes and a toothy grin, and so they make their way to the kitchen, Geralt gently putting her down to sit on the counter.

“Don’t tell your father I let you do this!” he warns her, lifting a warning finger, but Ciri only sticks out her tongue at him and dangles her legs off the edge.

He turns to pull two mugs out of the cupboard behind him – one in the shape of a blue dinosaur, his neck functioning as the handle, the other a plain white one with only the word “D.I.L.F.” written on it (Geralt thanks the Gods that Ciri still hasn’t learned to read every time he uses it) – before retrieving the box of cocoa powder from a drawer next to him, putting two spoonfuls of it in each mug, as well as a sugar cube.

Ciri watches him put a small saucepan on the stove and filling it with milk, adding a dash of cinnamon and flicking on the gas.

“So,” Geralt begins as he’s stirring the pot to make sure the milk heats evenly, “your Dad and I met around 10 years ago.”

He has barely finished this sentence when he’s interrupted by Ciri asking: “10 years? I wasn’t even born yet, that was ages ago!”

‘Way to make me feel old, kid,’ Geralt thinks, but he knows that Ciri means no harm, still too young to really grasp the meaning of time.

He doesn’t further acknowledge her comment and instead continues the story: “So as I said, we met 10 years ago. I had just moved here and didn’t know anybody and was overall just feeling a bit lonely.”

The milk is starting to bubble, and Geralt turns off the stove keep it from boiling all over the place, pouring it equally into the two mugs perched on the counter. He gives the mixture a good stir, making sure that there were no lumps left, and, when he feels satisfied with how it looks, hands Ciri her dinosaur-mug.

“Thanks, dad!” she says, blowing raspberries to cool down her hot chocolate, making Geralt laugh in the process.

“You have to leave your lips slightly open for that to work, love,” he advises her before he sits down next to her on the counter, his feet dangling alongside Ciri’s.

“Anyway, one day I was grocery shopping because I wanted to make pancakes and had run out of flour. So I grabbed the flour package and wanted to put it in my basket, but some idiot had apparently decided to open it and just put it back into the shelve afterwards, which led to me dumbing all of it over me and the person who happened to walk past behind me.”

Ciri gasps, a small moustache of cocoa on her upper lip, seemingly listening with all the attention she can muster.

“I turn around to apologize to that poor bastard, and well…” he trails off, waiting for Ciri to work out the rest on her own.

“That was dad?” she squeals, her voice shrill and full of childish glee. She looks so proud of herself for figuring it out, Geralt feels like he is about to melt.

He wishes that she would always stay this small, even though he knows that it’s pointless, the past 6 years with Ciri in their lives having already flown by in the blink of an eye.

“That was dad, yes. You know how he loves to wear expensive clothes, right?” Ciri nods in response, taking another sip from her mug.

“Well, he was wearing his favourite pair of very expensive jeans that day, and he made sure to tell me that.” He laughs at the memory of that, still seeing Jaskier standing there in the grocery store aisle, his pants covered in flour from top to bottom. He can see it like it was yesterday, although the Jaskier who wakes up next to him every day now has a few more wrinkles around his eyes, and even though his face is a bit rounder and his stomach a bit softer, to Geralt he still looks as stunning as he did back then.

“And so to make up for it, I said that I would pay for the drycleaner and invited him over for pancakes, because that was the reason I was even buying flour in the first place.”

“Did you tell him you love him then?” Ciri looks at him with such an innocent look in her face as she asks him that, head cocked slightly to the side, clearly not yet understanding the weight of such a confession.

Geralt takes a mouthful of hot cocoa and smiles.

“No, that actually took quite a long time because your dad and I were stupid.”

‘Can’t believe everyone else knew we were dating before we did,’ he thinks back, remembering all the dinners and movie nights they had before a friend had pointed out that maybe, maybe there be a bit more than friendship going on between them. Looking back, the constant flirting and touching (a hug here, an evening spent on the couch cuddling there) may have been an indicator.

“Hm.”

Ciri, having finished her hot chocolate, hands Geralt her mug and jumps off the counter, landing on the floor with a soft thud and nearly falling over in the process.

Geralt is curios what she’s thinking, and he asks: “So, are you satisfied with my answer?”

Seemingly content, his daughter looks at him and says: “Yes”

Feeling relieved, Geralt scoops her up into his arms once more, giving her a peck on the forehead.

“Wanna have pancakes for dinner?”

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #geralt x jaskier #geraskier #geraskier fanfiction #dad!geralt #domestic fluff #married life #fluff #my writing

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bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher · 3 years

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this is a repeat after me song

“That’s my Dad’s Jeep!” Ciri declares, pointing at one of the larger vehicles lined up against the sidewalk. Jaskier scoops her up into his arms, grabs her backpack, and carries her towards the dark, navy-blue Jeep with the lifted tires. He’d usually roll his eyes at something like that but Ciri has told him time and time again that her Dad needs a big car for his big, scary job.

He approaches the passenger door and watches the window roll down to reveal the most handsome man he’s ever seen in his 26 years of life. “Oh uh, hi there Mr. deRiv! I’m Ciri’s counselor. I don’t normally carry my students but someone-” he bounces the sprightly girl in his arms and she giggles innocently “-decided to fall out of a tree today and her knee isn’t feeling too well, is it?”

Ciri shakes her head, her ash-blonde hair flying directly into Jaskier’s mouth. He pulls the strands free and shoots her father an apologetic look.

“I’m really sorry. I know she shouldn’t have been in the tree in the first place, but I turned around for two seconds and that was long enough.”

“I call her my Squirrel for a reason,” replies a deep, gravelly voice. If Jaskier were not holding a child in his arms he would have collapsed to the ground immediately. “Get in the car, cub. We’re going to have to schedule an x-ray at your mother’s office.”

“It’s not broken!” Jaskier adds quickly. “I checked myself. Just a little sprain, maybe some bruising. No breaks, though. I’ve had enough of those to tell.”

“Hairline fractures,” Mr. deRiv supplies just as quickly, “Don’t really show up during pressure tests.”

“Fair enough,” Jaskier shrugs, allowing Ciri to scuttle from his arms into her booster seat. He puts her bright-blue backpack under her feet and closes the door for her. She rolls her own window down and sticks her head out.

“Dad thinks you’re cute! He and my Mom never got married, so he’s single like a Pringle!”

“Uh...” Jaskier blushes, glancing quickly between his favorite student (don’t tell the others) and her father, whose face is equally pink. All the way to the tips of his handsome, handsome ears. He runs a hand down the back of his neck and chuckles anxiously, “Cool. He’s uhm, he’s pretty cute, too.”

“Nice!” Ciri cheers. “You should give him your number like the ladies at the gym!”

“Ciri,” her father shakes his head. “That’s enough.”

“Oops. I wasn’t supposed to say anything. Oh, well. See you tomorrow, Mr. Jaskier! I won’t climb any trees, I promise.”

“Or stone walls? Or buildings? Or the roof of the big yellow slide?”

“Or those either.”

“Hands up!” Jaskier orders. Ciri holds up two crossed fingers and giggles behind her other hand. He shakes a finger at her in mock disapproval. “I knew it! Anyway, sorry about her injury. Give me a call if she can’t come to camp tomorrow, Mr. deRiv.”

“It’s not your fault; she climbs everything that’s taller than her. Thanks for keeping an eye the little Squirrel anyway,” the white-haired man smiles. “And call me Geralt.”

“Jaskier.”

“Well, Jaskier,” Ciri’s father blushes again. “See you tomorrow for drop-off.”

“Yeah. See you tomorrow.”

#geraskier #summer camp au #geraskier summer camp au #camp counselor jaskier #camp counselor au #ciri #cirilla #child cirilla #she's probably like 6 or 7 in this #meddling kids #fluff #getting together #meet-cute #meet cute #geraskier meet cute #good dad geralt #dad geralt #jaskier is great with kids

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wangxianficfinder · 2 years

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Crossovers & Fandom Fusions pt.1 (not including SVSSS, TGCF, WOH, Guardian)

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Crossover

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All the Fox I Give by cinder1013 (T, 1k, Aziraphale/Crowley, WangXian, Good omens Crossover)

🧡 Of Ghosts and Heroes by The Silverfish (ZephyrAndTheSilverfish) (T, 51k, AS & WWX, AS/YH, WangXian, BNHA/MHA Crossover, Dimension Travel, POV Outsider, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Angst)

Come by it Honestly by ladyshadowdrake (M, 25k, Geraskier, WangXian, The Witcher Crossover, Crossover, Adventure)

Visit by a God from the past by I_am_she (Not Rated, 28k, Stuckony, WangXian, MCU Crossover, BAMF WWX, Time Travel, Science Experiments, Insecure TS, YL WWX, Handwavy Science, inaccurate science theories)

Light Bearing Lord and The Patriarch by Anonymous (G, 3k, WangXian, Rise of the Guardians Crossover, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Relationship Reveal, Established Relationship, kind of crack, Crack Treated Seriously, WWX and LWJ are Guardians, but not just of Childhood, Implied Sexual Content, WWX and LWJ being Shameless)

A Long Road by Vathara (T, 175k, WangXian, Valdemar Series by Mercedes Lackey, Fluff and Angst, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Scheming NHS, Necromancy, Fire, Ghosts, Accidental Child Acquisition, is it an accident if the ghosts keep bringing them?)

Darkness shrouded in light by MomImBusy (T, 68k, WIP, WangXian, AS/YH, BNHA/MHA Crossover, Canon Divergence, MM Doesn't Exist, WWX is a Little Shit, WWX is here to fuck some shit up, mentions of abuse, Courtesy of the entire mdzs cast, Parental AS, Parental YH, Angst, probably, BAMF WWX, Necromancy in a quirk world)

"What's High School?" by peachygreentea (G, 9k, WangXian, XiCheng, BNHA/MHA Crossover, Established Relationship, Crack)

WangXian by MissCellophane (G, 2k, WangXian, WWX/XY, Legend of Fei Crossover, Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, Reincarnation, XY is LWJ, WWX is immortal, somehow don’t ask I didn’t plan anything, Relationship is very background mostly hinted, POV Alternating, Timeline What Timeline)

Diplomatic Incidents by Ariaste (M, 35k, WangXian, IB/DP, Dragon Age: Inquisition, Getting Together, Linguistics, Translation Spells, canon-typical borderline alcoholism, Fluff, a touch of angst for spice, being in love but not admitting you want to sleep together, Versus, sleeping together but not admitting you're in love, Post-Canon, post-canon for MDZS anyway, during-canon for DAI)

Queer Eye for the Bisexual Guy by Hopeworldiangirl777 (T, 8k, WangXian, Queer Eye, Modern AU, Makeover, WWX is a Mess, Fluff, I think?, Mild Swearing, WWX is a good dad, JYL is a good sister, Short Chapters)

For a Mountain by esama (T, 24k, Crossover, Resentful energy, 琅琊榜 | Nirvana in Fire (TV))

Unheard Voices, Open Ears by vamprav (M, 31k, WangXian, Harry Potter, Fusion, YLLZ WWX, Ghost CD, HP Gets Therapy, Trauma, Healing Rituals, Horcrux Destruction, HP is a Horcrux, HP Has Nightmares, HP Has a Crush, Immortal LWJ, Immortal WWX, WWX Has No Golden Core, Sentient Burial Mounds, Nonbinary MXY, MXY Lives )

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Fandom Fusion

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phase boundaries by chinxe (T, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, kind of a buzzfeed unsolved au, Pining, Humor, accidental wingman jc)

critical path analysis by chinxe (T, 14k, WangXian, Modern AU, Police, Brooklyn Nine-Nine AU, Pining, Misunderstandings, wwx and lwj are simultaneously the smartest and densest detectives)

turn towards the sun by Ariaste (E, 21k, WangXian, Kushiel's Legacy Fusion, The Night Court (Kushiel's Legacy), Kink Negotiation, Courtesans, Intimacy, BDSM, Consent, Wangxian's canonical fetishes, roughly Cloud Recesses-era, Extracurricular Kissing, Impact Play, Kink Experimentation, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, (aka Madam Yu being canonically willing to hit WWX) )

only the deepest love by occultings (microcomets) (T, 40k, WangXian, Pride and Prejudice Fusion, Canon Divergence, Jane Austen Fusion, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Epistolary, (briefly), Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, [Podfic] only the deepest love by papercliptiara)

🧡 shoot your shot -- hot or knot by defractum (nyargles) (E, 51k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O Dynamics, Reality Show, Hunger Games Setting, Canon-Typical Violence, Extremely Dubious Consent, Getting Together, Happy Ending, Humor, Additional Warnings In Author's Notes)

not unspectacular things by taizi (T, 14k, WangXian, The Parent Trap Fusion, Unconventional Families, Adopted Children, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Getting Back Together, Happy Ending, the kids are alright, Families of Choice, Modern AU, Meddling Kids, Unreliable Narrator, Good Sibling JC, Protective NHS, One Big Happy Family, POV Third Person Limited)

new york, i love you by Yuisaki (T, 7k, WangXian, Modern AU, Identity Porn, Making Out, Underage Drinking, Costume Parties & Masquerades, Gossip Girl Fusion, Childhood Friends)

I will be chasing a starlight by feyburner, sundiscus (E, 71k, WangXian, Star Trek Fusion, Vulcan LWJ, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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The Courting Ways of Wolves (Part 4)

Dumb Boys! I love them!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (here) Part 5 Epilogue

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Almost a month after the silver dawn they passed through a lively little river town. It wasn’t so big a city that Geralt’s senses were completely overwhelmed, but also large enough that Jaskier had good, hearty crowds every night. The nature of river towns like this meant that boats stopped through all the time, shipping goods up and down river, so sailors stopped in taverns and moved along. Every night was a fresh crowd.

Geralt decided that they’d stay in the town for a week. Rivers meant plenty of contracts too, drowners and such. There was also a decent shopping district what with all the merchants, and he wanted to tackle Number Five from his courting list.

Give Jaskier Gifts (non dead ones).

It was going to be easy.

Thirty minutes later, it was not easy.

“Ooh I’ll come shopping too,” Jaskier said, rummaging through his bag in their room in the inn. “I need a new notebook.”

Geralt panicked a little bit. He wanted to get Jaskier a new notebook, and he didn’t have much idea for other gifts. Then an idea struck.

“Why don’t you and I look around, then after your performance tonight you’ll have more to spend.”

“Good idea Geralt, and who knows, if it goes well maybe I could get us a room with two beds instead of one.”

Damn.

Jaskier linked his arm with Geralt’s and swanned off down the stairs, leaving Geralt to either follow or have his arm dislocated at the shoulder.

“Pardon me,” Jaskier waved down the grumpy looking innkeeper. She walked over scowling, small toddler on her hip.

“Perhaps later, after I’ve performed in your fine establishment,” Jaskier asked. “We might discuss changing us to a room with two beds?”

She looked at Jaskier. She looked at Geralt, who had paid for their current room with a grunted ‘that’s fine’ when she’d said it had one bed. She looked at their linked arms.

“Too many sailors coming in off the river this time ‘o year,” she said brusquely. “We can talk but ye’d be better off counting on the one you’ve got.”

Jaskier shrugged good naturedly. “Then keep it we shall, my dear lady.” She wasn’t listening, calling out instead to a child, about eight of indeterminate gender.

“Toos, whatever’s in your mouth had better not be for guests.” The child, laughing maniacally around a mouthful of something raced out the back door of the inn, only to be scooped up by his father, a broad, heavy man with a jolly face.

They left the family to their domesticity and ventured out into the merchant district. There was more going on than Geralt preferred, his senses blurring as he tried to be on a swivel to protect against any potential dangers. None appeared though, and he allowed his senses to narrow to the warmth of Jaskier’s arm in his.

Jaskier pulled them over to a potter’s shop. Tiny vases and bottles adorned shelves. There were bigger pieces too, some done in gorgeous colors and outrageous designs, but the little bottles captured Jaskier’s eye.

“Look Geralt, I could keep perfumes in these.”

“You have perfume bottles.”

“Oh I know, but the colors are pretty,” Jaskier said, smiling at the potter and pulling Geralt along.

Leather goods. Very fine work, too, Geralt thought. It was next to a paper goods and bookbinding shop, and the two had obviously done some kind of trade. On a display table between the two stalls sat leather bound books of all sizes and kinds. Jaskier poured over them, exclaiming and running feather light fingers over textured leather bindings. Jaskier sighed longingly and went into the bookbinding stall to see the less expensive journal options.

All of Jaskier’s past journals had been a sort of card cover. They didn’t last well, although Jaskier tore through them so quickly it didn’t matter. Geralt looked at the leather books here, his eye catching on a large, sturdy one in brown leather. It looked good for the road, with a braided leather tie to keep it shut.

He glanced up, but Jaskier was still admiring the paper goods.

What had really been caught by the centerpiece book. It was a mammoth thing, thick and beautifully made in a deep, wine red leather. There were little brass clasps on the side, buffed up to look like gold. In a fairy tale, it would be the master enchanter’s spellbook. A tome.

Jaskier deserved a tome. He’d written so many songs and poems, and he’d mentioned once or twice that he ought to write it all down in one book. This should be the book. Geralt could just picture Jaskier in the library of Kaer Morhen, with the snow coming down outside and ink on his fingertips, carefully transcribing his work.

It was like with the silver dawn, Geralt could see it so clearly, his little family would all be in the library. Ciri and Geralt and Jaskier all together again.

Next to the big red book was a little journal, made of the same color of leather. It had a little shiny brass lock with a tiny key tied on a string. A diary fit for a princess.

He had a plan.

He went into the leather stall and asked about their repair prices, haggled a little, then said he’d be back with his order that evening. Jaskier walked back into the leather goods stall and smiled up at him. Parts of Geralt’s chest went all tingly and golden.

They browsed the other stalls, spending the most time at a metalsmith’s stall. Geralt was impressed with the weapon quality. Jaskier admired the jewelry, trying on various pretty, delicate rings and holding them up in the light.

Geralt watched the way he interacted with people.

When Jaskier had first joined him, he’d thought it was all an act, that Jaskier couldn’t possibly like so many people. He did though, and they loved him for it. From the outside it was clearer to Geralt why. Jaskier was polite of course, and complimentary of the workmanship, but instead of dealing in vauge descriptions, he complimented details. He found and complimented something extraordinary about each piece, drawing conversation from the stall owner’s wife, who apparently did the jewelry part of things. He complimented the delicate artistry of a slim ring, then the clever design of a bracelet catch, asking with truly genuine curiosity about each.

Shopkeepers love curiosity, and anyone would love to have their skill complimented so honestly. Geralt felt himself smiling as he watched.

“Good lad you’ve got there,” the weaponsmith said. “Husband?” Geralt turned to him.

“Not yet,” he said. Then his shoulders slumped a little. “Not even officially a sweetheart yet.”

The burly smith chuckled. “I know that story, you think it was easy for me to woo that goddess there?”

Geralt looked over at the jewelry maker, still locked in conversation with Jaskier. She was middle aged, but beauty doesn’t fade with age as quickly as mortals seemed to think. She was indeed a great beauty. To judge by the way she gestured avidly while speaking, she was also a passionate and firey one too.

“I’m not much for romance,” the smith said, drawing Geralt’s attention back. “But your lad there is yours, heart and soul, you just need the proper instruments to tell him you’re his as well.”

“How did you woo your lady?” Geralt asked.

The smith chuckled again. “I was a much younger man then, but I stood about without a shirt in my smithy and busily hammered and flexed every time she came by.”

Geralt brightened, showing off his muscles was something he could do. “Did it work?”

“Not even a little. She was completely unimpressed.”

Oh. And Jaskier had seen Geralt’s muscles before too.

“So I went to her house one evening,” the smith continued, a glimmer of memory in his eye. “I’d worked for weeks to make her something as lovely as she was. Of course, I wasn’t so good a smith then either, but I’d tired. It was a braided metal band, to push back her hair, she’s wearing it now. Worn it almost every day since, including our wedding day.”

Geralt looked over. Silver and gold did indeed push back her curly hair. With her aquiline nose she looked like a woodcut of some goddess he’d seen once.

“And then I did the hard part,” said the smith. Geralt looked to him. “I talked to her, really spoke with her and told her how I admired her, not just for her beauty. Then she invited me in out of the rain and made me tea.”

Damn. Geralt wasn’t good at talking but he really would need to, it seemed.

“More than fourty years of marriage now,” the smith said.

“I can’t make him something as beautiful as he is,” Geralt said. A potion just wouldn’t work.

“I think any gift to show you care would work,” the smith said.

Geralt looked around at the weapons on display, and the smith went back to shining some of his work. There was a dagger on display.

Jaskier had daggers, and he worked with them well, but this one was beautiful.

“May I?” he said, and the smith gestured obligingly.

It was obviously a piece of combined work between the smith and his wife. It was well made and balanced, but very slim, perfect for slipping up a sleeve or into a boot. It was also a piece of artwork, both the hilt and sheath inlaid with mother of pearl and a mirror-shiny black stone, with silver threads surrounding. The pearl wound about the hilt in a pattern of perfect vines, shining in the black. The sheath was a night sky, a curving crescent moon, fantasy thin, hung in a black sky, lit all around with tiny pearl stars inlaid with painstaking care. The tip of the sheath was sliverwork with more of the pearl, more vines.

“The blade is silver,” Geralt noted.

“Yes,” the smith clearly approved of Geralt’s eye. “Moon silver, never tarnishes, never goes dull.”

Geralt was going to buy it for Jaskier. It was a cerainty. It was probably Destiny. She may be a bitch but maybe she’d decided to help him on this one. The price was extravagant, of course, and Geralt wouldn’t haggle a penny, not for artistry such as that. Moon silver was wildly difficult to work, too. Magic like that made for difficult smithing.

Geralt locked eyes with the smith, who’s mustache-which even Vesemir would have been jealous of-twitched in the direction of Jaskier. He and the jewelry maker were coming over.

“I’ll wrap this shall I?” asked the smith in a whisper.

Geralt gave a hint of a nod. “I’ll be back for it later,” he said, matching the volume.

“Geralt,” Jaskier exclaimed, throwing an arm around his shoulders. “Let us trouble these good people no longer, at least until I return to clean out this fine lady’s entire stock, I can hear my audience call me.”

It was indeed almost supper time, and they bid their goodbyes to the couple. By the time they got back to the inn, the bar room on the first floor was full. The atmosphere was cheerful in the room, helped along by both the proprietors busily filling tankards of ale and bowls of hot stew. Jaskier ordered two of each for the pair of them.

Somehow he always got served first at a bar. Geralt wasn’t complaining, and the stew was hot and good, with chicken and potatoes and herbs. Geralt and Jaskier both slurped it down. Jaskier slammed his ale too, disappearing up the stairs to their room with a wink.

Geralt knew Jaskier’s pre-performance routine well, and stayed down at their table to give him room. A teen with a face full of pimples picked up the bowls and spoons, as well as Jaskier’s tankard. He looked skittish to Geralt, so he didn’t nod for fear of scaring the lad. Thus far everyone had been fairly kind, Geralt didn’t want to ruin that.

He sat back and sipped his ale appreciatively. Bartending was an art in itself and not a well known one. Geralt had been in too many pubs where bartenders didn’t take proper care, but this one had. He probably put cloth over the barrells over night in this damp weather.

Jaskier clattered down the stairs, lute strung and tuned, and Geralt stood. He’d stay for at least the first few songs, but there were more patrons pouring in and he’d move from the table to a seat at the bar to leave room.

A song and a half into Jaskier’s set he realized his mistake. Jaskier could see him, and often locked eyes on him while singing to send a wink or just a friendly glance. He didn’t have a chance to slip away. Of course, he could leave anyway, but it just felt wrong to have Jaskier watch him leave.

“Now I know,” said a sharp voice from the bar, “that our barstools don’t have splinters, so what’s gotten in to you.” It was the bartender’s wife, the one who tended the rooms upstairs. She was still glowering, but without the child on her hip this time.

“I’ve got errands to run,” Geralt muttered, not fond of sharing his business.

“Pf.” She said. “Just like a man to leave all the errands to the last minute. And you want to sneak out without him noticing for a bit.” It wasn’t a question. Geralt nodded.

“Your lad there’s pretty good, makin’ us money, so I’ll do you a favor,” she looked at him sharply. “When I say go you go, and I’ll thank you to tell your sweetheart you care for him before he goes and tries to buy two beds next time.” She sniffed. “Save you both trouble in the long run.”

She cleaned a spilled spot on the bar and let out a short whistle.

Geralt felt like he’d been hit over the head with a mallet.

In response to the whistle, the child from that morning appeared, Toos, Geralt remembered. The innkeeper gave the kid a penny, “Go ask for that song you like, then hurry back now.” Toos gave a gap toothed grin and dissappeared as quickly as they’d come.

Geralt watched the disturbance at about knee level through the crowd as Toos fought their way through. Jaskier, basking in the applause noticed them immediately and listened carefully to the request, smiling widely at the audience and biting the proffered penny as if it were a gold coin to huge laughter.

The innkeeper snapped her fingers under Geralt’s nose and pointed to the door. He took the cue.

The market was less bustling, but still open, and Geralt took in a breath of cool, evening air. Then he assessed his plan.

He wanted to buy Jaskier lots of gifts over the course of this year, and he surely would, but they would be small things mostly. Quills and ink and lutepicks, that sort of thing. Those could be found in smaller towns and villages, but craft work like he found here was hard to find along the Path. He could buy either the red book or the dagger right now, and with the contracts he’d do this week he’d pay for the other. He’d buy the practical, brown leather book regardless, because right now Jaskier needed a journal and not a tome.

He decided on the dagger first. The smith had shared good advice, and, if someone were to buy the leather tome from the display, there was at least a chance Geralt could find one like it elsewhere. Where but here could he find a moonsilver dagger for Jaskier?

The smith was not surprised to see Geralt, and his wife sent him a friendly wink. Geralt bought the dagger and thanked the smith, complimenting both he and his wife on the work. Then he carried his package, wrapped in two layers, cloth and paper, out into the street.

He dropped a bit of tack off at the leather worker’s shop for repair, to pick it up in two days. Then he took the sensible brown leather journal from the display stand.

The bookbinder and paper merchant was a bent old man, sitting on a stool at the back of the shop, chewing tobacco. There was a greasy twist of it, black as tar, in waxed paper on the counter.

“Excuse me,” Geralt said. The shopkeeper looked up, jaw still working. “We don’t like your kind here,” he said in a voice that cracked like the paper he worked. Well. There it was, there was always someone.

“Please,” he said. “It’s a gift for a-a friend. It’s very important.”

The old shop keeper eyed him and the book in his hand. Then he obviously decided that making a sale was worth serving Geralt. He growled out a price, and Geralt didn’t haggle.

Geralt stood there, the old man staring him down while counting the coins. He figured it was worth a shot.

“Could I ask a favor?”

“No.”

“Could you keep the journal on your display table, the large red one, back for me? And the little one in the same color beside it? Only for a few more days.”

“No.”

“Please,” Geralt said, losing hope. “It’s for a good cause.”

The man spat tobacco juice into a can with disgusting accuracy. “What cause do monsters have, comin’ in here and asking favors of me?”

Geralt caught the man’s watery eyes. “Love, true love, please, keep them back just a few days?”

“Didn’t think monsters could feel,” scoffed the man, but he tilted his head. “You mean that nice young man, what came in with you earlier?”

“That’s the one, I want to give him the perfect gift.”

The man scoffed again, but it was less cruel. “I can tell people they’re for display. You’ve got three days.”

Geralt let out a relieved breath. “Thank you,” he said. “Thank you very much.”

“Don’t thank me,” growled the man, cutting off another piece of tobacco with a knife. “And don’t darken my door until you have the money.”

Geralt left, feeling very light. He reentered the inn to a round of applause for Jaskier, but thankfully no one looking his way. He slipped up the stairs.

The dagger wasn’t a gift for tonight, he decided. That was a grand gift, for sometime special. He put it in his potion bag, where Jaskier was forbidden to look, for fear he’d get into something deadly. The journal was laid on the bed, just where Jaskier would see it.

Then Geralt went back downstairs to catch the last of Jaskier’s set.

Jaskier practically danced up to Geralt afterwards. He was full of that strange energy he always had after a good performance, like bubbles in champagne. Geralt could feel the muscles around his eyes soften.

“I liked your last song,” he said. Number Three on The List, compliment him.

“Paddy Lay Back?” Jaskier said. “You’ve heard it before.”

“Yes,” Geralt said as they went upstairs. “I like it.”

Jaskier beamed.

He chattered about the performance all the way into their room, and managed to pull off his boots before noticing the journal on the bed. He stopped mid sentence.

He looked at the journal, then at Geralt, mouth still half open.

Geralt remembered the smith, talking about how he’d won his wife over, but his mouth felt stuffed with wool.

“It’s for you,” he managed. “For your songs. It’ll last longer than the card bound ones.”

Jaskier picked it up, rubbing his thumb across the smooth leather, then he turned to Geralt. His eyes were shining.

With a speed that even Geralt’s mutated reflexes couldn’t manage, he was enveloped in a hug. Jaskier had his arms around his neck, the journal still in hand.

Geralt hesitated.

Then he wrapped his arms around Jaskier’s chest and held him.

Later that night, in the same bed as a snoring bard, he still felt the heat of that hug. Jaskier’s elbow dug into his ribs and he barely felt it, but the hug was still there. He thought of the dagger in his potions bag.

He’d talk to Jaskier then, giving that to him. For now, he’d have time to plan what to say. Before he could try, however, sleep claimed him.

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Gifts! Gifts for Jaskier! and a hint of things to come. I had fun with this.

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