#spoilers: geralt and ciri love the cottage ciri gets a tree house and eskel gifts them a goat

[artistsfuneral]

I want to make it a habit to just write down the scenes I have going through my head. So here you go :D 

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 Priscilla let out a long, melodic hum as she settled down on the picnic blanket next to Jaskier. One leg up, the other stretched out, the skirt of her blue dress rode up and barely covered her thighs anymore. She didn't correct it, because Priscilla was confident like that and apart from Jaskier and a flock of birds in the sky, no one else was around. „I'm not sure how to react, Jules. That's an awful lot to take in,“ she admitted, always honest and open with her thoughts. Exactly why Jaskier had asked her to accompany him.

They were sitting in an unkempt yard, surrounded by grass and weed tall enough to hide them from the rest of the world. Pegasus and Calanthe were roaming through the shrubbery, chasing birds and barking the squirrels in the trees. Jaskier echoed Priscilla's hum absentmindedly, his fingers fiddling with the old key chain in his hands. The two friends silently looked at the house in front of them. Originally build as a farmhouse, over the years it had been changed into more of an old cottage with heavy stone walls on the outside but the comfort of a cozy home on the inside. Large windows and wild rose bushes between the growing weeds made it look like it came right out of a fairy tale. Obviously in need of a renovation, it was a lovely house.

Jaskier pulled his knees to his chest and let out a sigh. He and Priscilla had spend their morning walking through every room of the cottage and exploring the huge property that it came with. His heart ached.

“It certainly would be,” Priscilla started, frowning at the mossy roof, “a lot of work. Like- months worth of work. You'd need to hire professionals. I have watched enough fixer-upper shows to know that most old houses have horrible pipes and plumbing. And you'd need to install heaters, air conditioning, fix the roof, new kitchen, new bathrooms.” She stopped and scrunched up her nose. “That's a lot of money, Jules.”

“I know, Priss. But gramma knew too and she covered for it. She knew how much I loved her house, so she set up her will so that I could afford it.” Priscilla bumped her shoulder against Jaskier's in a silent support. Growing up together, she knew how much Jaskier's grandmother meant to him, how close they had been. “If I- If I take the house and decide to live in it, all of her money would go to me. If not it's going to be shared between my family.”

“Would it be enough?” She asked and Jaskier nodded. “Certainly. Her lawyer could only tell me the amount of her main bank account and that was already good enough. But I know she has at least a second one, she didn't want Mom to find out about.” Priscilla made a face. “Don't get me wrong, but I still can't understand how someone so kind and smart could be a mother of... well, bog goblin seems like a good definition.” Jaskier broke into a fit of laughter, Priscilla had never pretended to like his mother. She was quite right to call her a bog goblin.

“Gramma always said: If you want your spawn to turn out right, you either concentrate on a single one or have enough that one doesn't stand out anymore.”

“Your parents didn't follow that tradition, did they?”

Jaskier gaped at her. “Fuck you! I am a delight to be with!” He yowled, before they both started laughing uncontrollably, attracting Pegasus and Calanthe's attention. Jaskier ended up sprawled out on the picnic blanket with Pegasus lying on top of him, the huge dog covering nearly all of his body, while Priscilla had taken Calanthe into her lap and rewarded the fine lady with soft scritches. “So,” she picked up the conversation again. “You have the house you always wanted. You have the money to make said house into your home. The yard would be big enough to keep chickens and some watch-geese. You could have your own vegetable garden and repair the greenhouse. If you don't spend too much of your grandmother's savings all at once, you could even finish your book, get it published and start writing for a publisher. Together with your music and your blog, you should be able to afford living. And yet I don't see you jumping up and down in excitement, despite this being the life you always wanted to have.” She turned around to look at Jaskier. “What is going on in that head of yours, Jules?”

Jaskier huffed out a breath and planted a kiss on Pegasus wet nose. “Geralt.”

“Oh. But I thought you two were so good together?”

“We are and that's the problem. The house is so far away from the city, I don't think it would work. I mean, we're close to the stables, so he could come visit me after work every now and then. But he has Ciri as his first priority and I could never ask him to decide between spending time with her or me. Besides, I already love her so much and I think she really likes me too and moving here would mean that I wouldn't be able to spend that much time with her anymore. The only way this would be able to work was if I asked them to move with me, but I just- I can't ask them to do so much, just because of a stupid house.”

“The only thing that's stupid about this is you,” Priscilla blurted out.

“Wha-”

“Think about it! Of course Geralt would say yes! You've been together for three years, he absolutely adores you to no end, Ciri is a hellfire of a child, she would love it out here in the open. You said it yourself, Geralt's workplace is not far and if Ciri will change to middle school soon anyways, until then you can find one that's close by. The dogs would love it here and you'd be living your dream.” She fell quiet again, letting Jaskier work through his thoughts.

“Do you really think it could work?”

“Yes.”

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#artistsfuneral about the witcher #the witcher #geraskier #jaskier #priscilla #witcher #mini fic #cottagecore #projecting onto jaskier until i suddenly have a rich grandma that gives me her cottage #spoilers: geralt and ciri love the cottage ciri gets a tree house and eskel gifts them a goat #a year later jaskier and geralt marry in the garden of their cottage