#Geralt/Jaskier

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Once again, wht was ging ot be a little drabble, ended up a it longer lol.

Summary: Jaskier was almost late for his latest perfromance, a name day celebration for a princess.

And whose fault was it? Geralt 's of course! And ofc an excerpt:

Jaskier made a rude gesture to Geralt before leaving the witcher and his foul mood in a corner brooding. He had a performance to prepare for, and quickly. He finally wandered back over to the area he had left Geralt in during a break to refresh himself. He found his witcher talking to this land’s king. Well, that wasn’t going to go down well, what with Geralt’s disdain for all royalty apart from their own pocket sized princess, Jaskier thought ruefully as he stooped just out of sight to eavesdrop on the two men, prepared to jump in and try to salvage the situation if Geralt let his annoyance at the pageantry known. “So, do you have any idea why my entertainment was almost late considering he arrived with you, Sir witcher?” The king asked Geralt pompously. “Yes,” Geralt answered short and succinctly, ignoring the other man’s glare at his lack of elaboration.

Prompt 2553

We were late. Mostly because I didn’t want to come.

[darkverrmin]

Radovid: So, you and Jaskier have been friends for years, huh? Sorry if this is a weird question, but maybe you could give me some advice? I'm new to this entire relationship thing

Geralt, who is still traumatized from Burn Butcher Burn: Just be nice to him

[blooms-in-april]

"Here."

Jaskier looks up from his lute to see Eskel holding the reins of a horse so beautiful it looks like a pearlescent moon.

"She's for you." Eskel says.

Jaskier moves as if in a dream, taking the reins of the albino mare. Eskel continues, the words flowing.

"She was a steal, blemished. Someone cut her deep in the head and sides. But I thought you'd find that romantic, you know. Make a wounded unicorn out of her marks. And you need a horse and you like pretty things. It made sense to me."

The chords of his throat knot, cut short. Jaskier draws his fingers through the white mare's mane, lute callouses catching on hair white as snow. He picks at a stuck burr and his heart clenches with the familiarity of the movement .

"Why couldn't it have been you?" He says.

Eskel stops abruptly. There is something wild and despairing in the bards voice, a reclamation of destiny.

"Why couldn't it have been you I met in Posada all those years ago?" Jaskier says. "Where were you twenty years ago? Where were you ten? Where were you when I was young and green and full of music?Of course I meet you now,"

He laughs, and there is no melody in it.

"Of course I meet you now, when I am full and sick of loving. You would have been- kind, when you finally sent me away. You would have killed it quickly, killed the dream quiet and fast, in my sleep, like a horse with a broken leg too weak to stand."

[sacred-algae]

MCD HEADCANON WARNING:

Sometimes... Sometimes I make myself sad thinking about Geralt dying and Jaskier selfishly keeping his medallion even though witcher funerary rites demand that a witcher’s medallion be returned to their family because he can’t handle the truth and the medallion is the only thing of Geralt he has left and you can’t make him give that up—

Jaskier never taking it off.

Jaskier wearing it under his clothes so it can touch his skin.

Jaskier holding the pendant in his hand as he falls asleep.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Geralt’s supposed to outlive Jaskier. Geralt’s supposed to be fine. And it wasn’t even a battle that took him out like it should have been, it was a bloody infection. And Jaskier barely made it to Brokilon forest where he’s held by the dryads to say goodbye—he walked for days on end with nothing but his clothes and his lute—and Geralt never even knew.

Geralt died before Jaskier could tell him. At least he could say goodbye to his sleeping body. At least he could see him take his last breaths.

Yennefer says Geralt knew, thinking it would help Jaskier—but that just makes it worse.

Jaskier doesn’t sing for months.

And Vesemir only knows something is wrong when Geralt doesn’t return home for the winter, and come spring, he goes to find Jaskier, knowing the bard he’s never met but heard so much about would probably know where to find Geralt.

Jaskier was supposed to be beautiful, according to Geralt. This man was a shell. And Geralt’s nowhere to be seen. And then… it hits him. And all he does is hold out his hand expectantly.

And Jaskier silently moves away, hand over his chest. His voice shakes. “No. No, you can have it when I die.”

And Vesemir can live with that. Because Geralt loved Jaskier. And Vesemir tells him as much. And from Yennefer it’s a lie to him. But from Vesemir? From Geralt’s father?

Jaskier just folds under the grief and disappointment, sinking to his knees, and starts sobbing because he could have had him. And Vesemir just stares. And for the first time in centuries, he feels the urge to cry too.

[srapsodia]

Geralt and jaskier working away together! Commission for @Just-add-butter ✒️📖

[shy-urban-hobbit]

“I mean, you’ve got to feel a little sorry for them really haven’t you?” Jaskier said from where he was mopping up the last of the evidence of the half dead rat Roach had thoughtfully decided to gift them (the first time it happened he’d shrieked in surprise before Geralt put it out of its misery with a matter of fact “Welcome to country living, city boy”). Geralt gave a non committal hum from where he was warming milk up for Ciri on the stove. The little girl sat colouring at the large kitchen table - too large for two, but that would change when Geralt’s brothers and any guests they decided to bring descended on them.

“I mean they’re just minding their own business like, Oh I’m a hungry rat. Please don’t kill me.” Here Jaskier put on a slightly squeaky voice and held up his hands in imitation of paws, still holding onto the mop, “And then wham one of the last things they see is Roach’s teeth coming towards them. So many teeth.” He gave the resident farm cat a critical stare and received a dismissive tail flick in response.

Ciri giggled at his antics which caused him to grin back at her in return. It always felt like a special sort of personal victory when he managed to coax a laugh out of the little girl.

Despite being together for six months, he was still being introduced to her as her father’s ‘friend’ (which was true enough, they wouldn’t be dating if they didn’t get along) and Jaskier was happy to go along with it. Geralt had explained without revealing too much that the little one had been let down by too many adults in her life already, himself included, and ‘boyfriend’ was maybe just a little too official sounding for the time being (and if he said his heart hadn’t broken a little for the five year old smiling at him from Geralt’s phone, he’d by lying), especially after the shit that had gone down with his ex. Geralt hadn’t gone into detail but from what Jaskier had gathered, the woman had had a hidden agenda in wanting to get back with Geralt and Ciri had almost gotten seriously hurt as a result. Geralt had blamed himself for jumping back into the relationship too quickly and so, any potential partners now had to pass what Jaskier had dubbed ‘The Ciri test’.  

He liked to think he’d passed the first portion with flying colours, the tiny blonde seeming perfectly comfortable with him in public places. Now they were dipping their toes into Jaskier staying in their home for longer periods, with Jaskier having graduated from the guest bedroom to sharing with Geralt the previous visit (the brunette wanting the ground to swallow him up when she happily informed her Uncle Eskel of ‘Daddy’s sleepover’ when the man had dropped by unexpectedly the following morning. Geralt had just shrugged and told him to be thankful it hadn’t been Lambert; who could and would, happily take the piss forever).

“Alright Ciri, put your things away and then go get your bedtime book. I’ll be in in a minute.” Geralt said, pouring the warm milk into a plastic My Little Pony cup.

“I want Jask.” Ciri declared form where she was trying to force the crayons back into their box by the (relatively small) handful, Causing both adults to stop what they’d been doing and stare at one another. This was new.

“You sure you don’t want daddy?” Jaskier asked, looking to Geralt for some sign as to what he should do.

“You do better funny voices. Daddy’s all sound the same.”

It took everything Jaskier had not to burst out laughing at that as he took in the minute eye twitch from the other man at that statement, “Geralt?”

Geralt nodded, “Mind if I stay and listen? You know how much I love The Gruffalo.”

Jaskier snorted and felt a surge of fondness. The lies we tell for our children.

It ended up being a joint effort, with Geralt guest starring as The Gruffalo “On account of you being so, well...gruff.” and admitting to a slightly too smug looking Jaskier and a mostly asleep Ciri that “Yes, Jaskier does better voices for everyone else. Especially Mouse.”

"Everything ok? You’ve gone all quiet on me.” Jaskier said from where he had his head in Geralt’s lap as they watched some mindless Netflix show. “I didn’t overstep did I?” He was suddenly frantic, his anxieties bubbling back up to the surface now that he didn’t have a performance and an audience to focus on, “I know you probably just said yes so things wouldn’t be awkward. I probably should have told her no and come up with an excuse but how can anybody say no to that face-“

“Jaskier. It’s fine, honestly.” Geralt said, rubbing his hands up and down Jaskier’s arm in a way he knew calmed him, “I’ve built up something of an immunity to Ciri’s puppy eyes. I would’ve said no if I had a problem with it. I’m just thinking.”

“About?”

“About how I might have a question for Ciri.”

The next morning saw Jaskier seeing both of them off with a hug (also accompanied by fishing a stray cheerio out of Ciri’s hair which he had been too tired to question) before heading back to his city apartment and his job as a music tutor.

“Ciri?” Geralt asked, putting her school backpack by the door as he knelt down to help her button up her coat, “You know how Aiden is Uncle Lambert’s boyfriend?"

It had slowly been killing Jaskier not to check his phone as soon as the text notification came through but he was nothing if not professional and he would not check his phone when he was in the middle of a lesson. Thank the Gods he did wait as he was prettu sure he gave his retreating student a minor heart attack with the squeal he let out at Geralt’s message:

‘Ciri has been proudly announcing to her classmates this morning that Jaskier is her daddy’s boyfriend. Much disappointment from the single mums.’

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 89

Geralt might be a fool. He confides in Jaskier one night about how he doesn't know how to court someone, and the normal ways of "courting" don't seem like things he can do and/or the one he wants to court would enjoy. The issue is that Jaskier is the one he wants to court, and he's asking Jaskier. Jaskier tells a story of one time a man tried courting him. The man loved to bake, it was his passion, and he baked many treats and loaves for Jaskier. Cakes and tarts and cookies and bread in Jaskier's favorite flavors, sometimes even in the shapes of music notes or hearts. Including Jaskier in on it all meant so much to Jaskier, and he said if he were to ever truly be courted one day, he'd want something similar. Jaskier loved the man sharing his passions with Jaskier. Incorporating Jaskier into the man's day-to-day life and interests was heartwarming and it showed off how they were ready and willing to compromise to add the bard into their life. He hopes that if Geralt begins courting him, Geralt will just include him on things Geralt likes and is passionate about. Like horses or sketching monsters or something. A ride in he forest, or drawing monsters together would be quite lovely! Unfortunately, Geralt got hung up on the 'baking' part of the story and is just sure that the way to Jaskier's heart is to bake him treats. The only issue is that Geralt SUCKS at baking. His brownies are more likely to kill Jaskier than do anything else. Those cookies are burned into bricks, and he doesn't even know what that is on the counter.

[snailqueen42]

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[geraskierficrecs]

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Teaser:

He was holding Jaskier too tightly, he knew, but he couldn’t seem to force his hands to loosen their grip. His mind, his mouth, his lungs, hell, even his teeth were consumed by the reality that Jaskier was alive.

“Jaskier,” he kept saying over and over again. “Jaskier. I found you.”

Jaskier’s body felt far too fragile, too brittle to survive the desperation of the Witcher. He buried his nose into the hollow of Geralt’s throat, nestling himself against the racing pulse there. “I waited,” Jaskier whispered. “I knew you would come.”

Geralt swallowed hard, fingers tightening against the unfamiliar fabric of Jaskier’s shirt. He smelled wrong–nothing like the cedar and meadowsweet scents of the shampoo they used at home. He thought of the soft blanket Jaskier had bought to lay over their couch for movie nights and the matching fabric of the pajamas Geralt had gifted him on their first Christmas together.

They could go home now. Far away from this fucking city and their twisted leaders.

“I’ve got you,” he told Jaskier, voice rough with the tears still running down his cheeks. “I won’t let you go.”

[migraine-sky]

Geraskier The Green Knight AU - first 4 out of 9 illustrations.

Also on AO3

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Weekly Roundup: 1st October - 31st October

So,this will be the last "monthly" roundup, as opposed to the weekly ones I will be getting back innto Sorry and tbank you all for bearing with me <3

In October, I worte 15 fics with a combined word count of 41,044 words

As always, recs first and then the last large attack of my own fics lol

my love, take care of yourself - littleoldrachel - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling (Sirius/Remus, ngl, I thinik @littleoldrachel is one of my fav Wolfstar writers, there isnt any Wolfstar fics of theires I dont adore)

Summary: In which Remus is a single dad and finds himself falling for Teddy's cute college lecturer.

used my best colours for your portrait - littleoldrachel - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling (SiriusRemus, please mind the tags. But, as oyu can tell, my point stands from before lol ����)

Summary: Remus didn’t know that his home was different from other people’s: a side effect of having no friends for the first 12 years of his life, coupled with an affliction that (should have) made that a lifelong endurance.

Is it wrong that he longs for such obliviousness now?

thin white lies - wotcherremus - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling - (Sirius/Remus, texting Au, they are at Skeggy all (aka seaside holiday destination for working class people in England lol))

Summary: While on a weekend away with his friends, Sirius Black accidently texts the wrong number.

The number belonging to famous actor, Remus Lupin.

When Sirius is invited by an old school friend to attend a cast party for a TV show Remus is in, will Remus continue to keep his identity a secret?

Text Talk - merlywhirls - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling (Sirius/Remus, this one doesnt need much introduction for Wolfstar texting au fans im sure)

Summary: Sirius is in boarding school, Remus is in hospital, and they don't know each other until Sirius texts the wrong number.

Thirty Minutes to Change Your Life - SunnyRose - The Hobbit - All Media Types (Bilbo/Thorin, aother wonderful addition to the fandom by @sunnyrosewritesstuff!)

Summary: Thorin overhears a conversation in a bar that makes him think Bilbo is considering suicide. Bilbo just thinks Thorin is hitting on him when he asks for 'thirty minutes to change his life'.

Dear Thorin - Dimity Blue (Arnie) - The Hobbit - All Media Types (Bilbo/Thorin, this is one of my fav crack fics through any fadom its bloody brilliant, and hilarious!)

Summary: In which Dáin Ironfoot, Lord of the Iron Hills, shows he has more sense than his cousin, Thorin Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain, especially where a certain Hobbit is concerned.

As always, I hope you enjoy and share the love with any of the fics and authors that catch your attention!

Now my fics, ngl, im going to be glad when these larger posts are done!

Through the mists: Erebor calls us home (Bilbo/Thorin, written for the amazing prompts from @mrkida-art for Dwarrowtober)

Summary: The Company are atop of the Carrock, and there, through the mists, for the first time in over 150 years, Thorin, and the others, see home, they see their mountain.

The Mountain's call is louder than my sister's cries (Gen fic, Thorin & Dis, and other prompt from Dwarrowtober)

Summary: Thorin is about to set out to ask Dain and the other dwarven clans for aid in liberating Erebor from the dragon. Before that, he has to say goodbye to Dis, his beloved baby sister.

Dis is a daughter of Durin, and Oin isnt the only one in the family with foresight and she does not have a good feeling about this quest at all.

Durins endure! (Gen fic, Young Thorin and Company, another Dwarrowtober prompt)

Summary: It is the first Durins day after the battle of Azanulbizar. After their losses, as a clan, as a people, as a family.

What is left of the longbeards have to keep going, they have to survive this next harsh winter still reeling from their losses.

What coice does Thorin have, what choice does his people have. After all, they are Durins, and Durins endure.

Tea for Two:Even if they can't see you (Bilbo/Thorin, written for the @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - Invisible Guests)

Summary: It is time for tea, and Bilbo demands his table set for two. Between that and the one sided convrsations he is having, his elven friends are worried about him.

A faunt, two dwarflings and their Uncles (Bilbo/Thorin, halloween fluff to prove to the Bagginshield Book Club thatI CAN write a whole fluffy fic lmao!)

Summary: Bilbo takes his nephew and ward Frodo to a haloween party at the community center. There he meets two little boys dressed as dwarflings and their handsome Uncle who was also a fellow casualty of the Tolkien fandom.

It's Time to Go Home Little Hobbit (BilboThorin, Bilbo & Frodo, a fic written for the Bagigshieldtober 2024 prompts from @acorn-and-oakleaves)

Summary: Bilbo left his husband and his mountain to return to the Shire for the first time in decades. he went back to claim Frodo and bring the lost, little hobbit back to Erebor where he will have an instant family who adroes him already, even though none have met him.

If only it was that simple.

The Family of the Bride is an Empty Space (Gen fic, Thorin & Dis, another prompt from the Dwarrowtober prompts.)

Summary: It is Dis' wedding day. Thorin should be happy, he is happy for her but he is finding it hard to smile when there are so many people missing who should be here, when they are in a borrowed mountain that isn't there.

No matter what though, he will smile, for Dis, the last of his family.

Well I wasn't expecting that (Bilbo/Thorin, written for @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt - Full moon frenzy)

Summary: Thorin's new boyfriend has been acting oddly over the last few days, not enough to alarm him, but enough to intrigue him. With the full moon shining down on them as they snuggle, maybe he will find out why.

Would You Love Me If I Killed Them All For You? (Sirius/Remus, writte after a few convefsations with my beloved @brandileigh2003 about how Wolfstar wouldbe the perfect murder husbands!)

Summary: Sirius has learnt where Dumbledore has been sending Remus, back to the packs he despises. Using his as bait to lure out Greyback. The monster of Remus' nightmares.

Sirius can not, will not stand by and let htis happen, let Remus be used like this. No matter what he has to do to stop it, to keep hi Moony safe.

Harry and the oddly supportive notes (Harry/Draco, written for the Trick 4 treat fest)

Summary: Harry struggled to furfill an order for his muggle to magical object shop. In a bout of pain, he sent an unprofessional letter back explaining his grief. SInce then he has recieved oddly supportive, anonymous letter. Ones that made him feel better about everything in his life.

Or they did until they suddenly stopped coming, causing Harry to hafe to find the note sender himself.

We're Co-Grandpa's Geralt! (Geralt/Jaksier, written for another amazing propt from @thedemonofcat. It also has an inspired by fic - Jaskier's Prayer - fannishliss so please feel free to check that out! )

Summary: To everyone's surprise, Roach and Pegasus somehow managed to come together and produce a foal.

Geralt, naturally, is thrilled about the baby horse, while Jaskier gleefully announces that he and Geralt are now co-grandpas.

Love them like crazy (Bilbo/Thorin, Kili/Taurial, Older Bagignshield and Thorin is king scmoop under the moutain, even in a moden AU!)

Summary: Kili needs advice and the only person he can think to ask his uncle, his uncle who may look mean and gruff, but who is the biggest softy when it comes to his husband Bilbo.

Maybe Thorin can help settle Kili's nerves After all, he and Bilbo have aways made it work.

Wolves and wishes (Sirius/Remus, also written for the Trick 4 treat fest!)

Summary: Remus wants the best for his boy, after all, he has to go through life with a werewolf father, in a world that still hates Remus for what he is, war hero or not.

Enter one Sirius Black, best friend extrodinare, but what if Sirius wants more?

The 31st (Regulus/James, background Sirius/Remus, please mind the tags, My (un)happy Halloween fic gift for you all <3)

Summary: It had been a year since James' car accident A year where Regulus had almsot left everything worth living for At least he still had James and Harry, right?

And thats us all wrapped up for now. I hope there was something for you all to read, both in my fics and in others. Take care all <3

[darkverrmin]

Geralt, who isn't used to random displays of affection, panics every time Jaskier does exactly that.

Jaskier, watching Geralt unsaddle Roach: Geralt.

Geralt: Hm?

Jaskier: You know I love you, right? Truly and completely.

Geralt: ...What's wrong?

Jaskier: Nothing, just wanted to tell you that.

Geralt: *panicking* Are you hurt? Injured? Is it the drowners from yesterday? Dammit, Jaskier, I told you not to-

Jaskier: Geralt, relax! I'm completely fine! I just said that I love you because I wanted to, that's it.

Geralt: Okay. I love you, too.

*half an hour later*

Geralt: *bursting through the door into Yennefer's room*

Yennefer: What the actual-

Geralt: I think Jaskier is dying

[blooms-in-april]

In Oxenfurt there is a sacred tradition, which no one dares encroach upon: no one can be arrested during a theatre performance. And the scholars of Oxenfurt, for all their learning, are a dramatic, suspicious sort, and so the law stands. It's been taken advantage of by many a drunk and disorderly student, taking refuge in the audience of the Grand Theatre to evade the guard, until inevitably, the curtain falls and their reprieve is over.

When they come to arrest Professor Pankrantz, his students won't have it. He had come back to them quiet and broken this winter, more careless with his dissent, more bold in his defiance. He did not seem to care when the warrant was put out for his arrest, as an elvish sympathizer, a sodomite, and a conspirator against Nilfgaard.

"He knows the White Wolf will save him. He always does." Essi had said with false confidence, but the weeks pass and the university's protection wanes and the White Wolf does not come.

"He's not coming." Adrien whispers, hunched over his songbook. "We must do something."

"We will," Essi responds.

When he hears the guards outside his office, Jaskier puts down his quill for the last time. He swings open the door.

"Gentlemen!" He says. The armored faces are featureless, unmoving. "How would you like me?" They grab and cuff him hard across the head, then frogmarch him down the hall. His head rings like a great bell tolling the hour. He can feel the blood trickling out his ear.

There is a great crash, and a scuffle, and a large hand grabs him by the elbow. "Geralt." He whispers.

But it's not. Jeremiah smiles awkwardly, and holds his dented tuba in one hand. "I used to be a blacksmith before this." The quiet youth says. "Never thought it would come in handy again."

"My dear boy." Jaskier says as he's pulled along. "You shouldn't have. You saved my life."

"Your tutoring saved mine during finals. I think we're even, Professor."

Jaskier is hurried in through the backstage door, crowded with students carrying instruments, costumes, sheet music, and props. They all part way to let him through. "Top box, Professor." Essi says, hurrying him. "We saved it just for you."

He sits down, bewildered, as the guards shout outside and the orchestra tunes frantically. The curtain opens just as the guards make it into the auditorium. Everything hushes in that special breath before a show.

Essi steps on stage.

"Thank you and welcome to the members of the Oxenfurt Academy faculty, staff, and student body who have come to support this performance," she says. "We'd also like to welcome representatives of various law enforcement communities who have chosen to join us in the Academy Grand Theatre tonight. In the spirit of the arts, leave all discord at the door, and please enjoy this special performance by the students of Oxenfurt - 'The Adversities of Loving', a tribute to the life and works of Professor Julian Alfred Pankrantz."

She bows. The audience applauds. The play begins.

[eskel-loves-lilbleater]

Geralt/Triss or Eskel/Triss?

If I have to chose between those two and ONLY those two, then I definitely go with Eskel/Triss. I feel like Triss & Geralt's relationship, both from the books and the games, has SO many issues that it's rather toxic. I don't hate it, I just think they can do better.

That being said, my actual preferred pairings?

Yennefer/Triss:

Completely fan-based, I know, but I feel they meet on a more even level, have comparable life experience, understandings etc. I think they are better for each other and make each other better, than most of the alternatives.

Geralt/Jaskier:

I mean, it's really Geralt and ANYBODY else BUT Triss or Yen but I understand why him and Jaskier are such a popular pair. Again, they make each other better, for the most part.

I also like Geralt/Eskel and Geralt/Regis however, if I had to pick faves?

Eskel/Regis:

Bloody absolute rare-pair and I don't get it. Lots of people adore Geralt & Regis together (which I get) but I think Eskel would be an even better match. The love of books and philosophy, animals and simple pleasures. And we KNOW Eskel would not have the slightest issue with Regis' species affiliation. Big, brawny Eskel would LOVE someone who can take and give back like a Higher Vampire. Feral Eskel getting all protective and Regis finding it adorable because he REALLY doesn't need it. They would be so sweet together.

Lambert/?:

But what about the youngest, surliest wolf? I mean, any combo of Lambert/Aiden/Voltehre/Milena, I just eat that shit right up. Absolute GIVE ME MORE and I will be happy. (Big thank you to @inexplicifics for creating so much of this and inventing Milena. Big happy spot in my heart!!)

Or Lambert/Eskel lol

Other fave pairings:

Letho/Gaetan

Vesemir/Guxart

Ivar/Keldar

And why is there so very little love for Arnaghad? I need giant bear love!

<3

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geraskier commissions for @MoonSera ! a belleteyn one and a modern au featuring cat!roach ❤️