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T4T jayvik my beloved

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Fake Angel by Kevan Goy

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ok but the way he's still kind of getting outcunted by the guy on the left

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Keep up the great work, lads

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One more since it’s 3 am 🥺✌️🖤

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Them….

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Technically true.

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a dream

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Another one… just endless inspiration It’s so heartbreaking

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what if this scene was worse

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in all timelines in all possibilities only you can show me this

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Hiya sneak! 🐼 I humbly request some snuggling around a campfire for warmth with Gerlion 💖🥺

Wolfie, my darling overlord! I could not resist such a request. Here there be snuggles and pining for you!! Hope you like it!

On Ao3 here!

“Dandelion”

“No.”

“Come on.”

“No”

“I can hear your teeth chattering.”

“That is hardly surprising, you can hear everything.”

That earns him a snort from the other side of camp. Yes, Dandelion is cold. It is very, very fucking cold and he curse the whims of spring. He was the one who suggested they sleep outdoors in the beautiful night and, well, that is never happening again.

“Just come here.” Geralt says again, and as appealing as that sounds, to be pressed up against Geralt and sooth his aching heart, he is not going to leave his blanket fort.

“No. I said already, I'm not putting a toe outside this haven of safety. I will meet my death.”

Geralt sigs, but Dandelion deems it a fond sigh. They lie in silence for a while, the fire between them crackling merrily. Dandelion is pretending that his toes are actually warm and that he is not shivering at all. He almost manages too when he hears a soft rustling.

Geralt is standing up, seemingly unworried about the cold in his shirtless (shirtless!!) state, and drags his bedroll around the camp towards Dandelion.

“What are you doing?”

“If you’re not coming to me, I'm coming to you.” Geralt says, and Dandelion feels the familiar ache squeeze inside his chest.

Geralt really is the best friend he has ever had. Even if that is all it might ever be.

He settles down behind Dandelion, blocking off the worst of the cold from the wind. It immediately feels better, but Dandelion can’t help but want to inch closer.

“Better?” Geralt asks, and yes.

“Much better, my friend, thank you.”

His teeth aren’t chattering anymore, but the cold is still seeping in despite his best efforts. He snuggles down deeper into his bedroll, hoping to hide from it. Experience says it won’t help, but here’s to being optimistic.

Cold.

Freezing, terrible, damned cold seeps in from a crack in his blanket behind his back.

“Geralt!” He hisses, turning his head to glare at him. “Cold!”

Geralt, the evil man he is, chuckles, and a warm hand is placed on Dandelion's back.

...It would seem the shivers are back.

“Working on it.” Geralt says, and drags his hand over his back, over his side, letting in even more cold, and then over his chest.

Yes, Dandelion is shivering, and it is absolutely because of the cold.

Dandelion is pulled backwards, towards Geralt's chest, and a second blanket is put over him. If his pulse wasn’t racing and his fingers weren’t itching to touch, this would be an incredible idea. It still is, because he is heating up rather quickly, but his poor heart.

“Ugh, you have so much hair.” Geralt complains, his rough fingers tracing a wild curl from Dandelion's face and behind his ear. Then he smoothes it downwards to get it out of his own face.

The feeling of Geralt's fingers in his hair puts goosebumps on his arms, and he closes his eyes to stave off the images that invites.

“That didn’t help at all.” Geralt mutters, a hot finger just grazing the skin on Dandelions neck as he keeps trying.

“This won’t work. Turn around.”

 Turn. Around.

Hang the fuck on.

 “You what now?” Dandelion asks, a little breathless.

“I won’t be able to sleep with your greasy hair in my face-”

“Rude!”

“-so you will have to turn around.”

“And what, hug you?”

 Sometimes Dandelion's mouth is faster than his brain. For a few agonizing heartbeats nothing is said.

 “Just do it.” Geralt mutters, and lifts his arm over Dandelion's chest slightly to give him room to move.

So he does.

Dandelion shifts stiffly and as soon as he is facing Geralt, he is pushed against that bare chest and that arm is secured around his back. Dandelion puts his arm around Geralt to get more comfortable, he tells himself. Not to get closer.

Geralt sighs contentedly, his chin touching the top of Dandelion's head and lets their legs tangle.

They are so close together, and yes, Dandelion is not cold anymore. He is aching, he is longing, he wants what is just right there.

“You smell nice.” Geralt mumbles quietly, on the verge of sleep.

 Maybe sleeping outside isn’t so bad after all.

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Iron Trinkets

Sometimes things just writes itself. Sometimes it only writes half of itself, and you struggle with three ending sentences for an hour or two.

Anyway, here is a story about a Mindreading Jaskier, on Ao3 here!

I couldn’t stop thinking about it, what he would do to keep others thoughts at bay! Please enjoy! <3

Jaskier has an interesting way of showing his friendship, Geralt notes early on in their …. relationship. After Posada the bard decided to hang around and kept talking non stop, almost like he was trying to shut something out. As soon as they got to a new village, Jaskier brought him to a little stall on the market, making him pick something out. “Jaskier, you barely have enough money for a room.” Geralt points out, when Jaskier makes it clear that he is buying him a present. “Just… humor me. I will be earning some tonight anyway.” Jaskier says, looking surprisingly weary. So Geralt shrugs and lets Jaskier guide him to what he can afford, iron rings and bracelets. Geralt picks out a plain iron link, the length more like a necklace, but the only thing that can fit around his arm, if he loops it. Jaskier sighs and looks lighter already when Geralt puts it on, and he pays with a big smile. So yes, a little strange. He doesn’t put too much thought into it, but Jaskier seems happier when he wears it, more at ease, so he does. It’s a simple thing, and iron is helpful against some fae and beasts anyway.

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