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Looking Up For Heaven - Oneshot

Summary: The first time you touch your soulmate, you remember things - the other life, people call it. Jaskier's heard the stories of this other life: witches, wizards, magic, medieval but not quite medieval. His flatmate, Yennefer, has already met her soulmate, and remembers the other life, but Jaskier is still not sold on the idea, and would rather not be a part of this bullshit.

Pairing/Warnings: Geralt x Jaskier, Modern AU, Soulmate AU

A/n: Look this is either the most creative fic I’ve ever written, or just one big pile of flaming garbage, that’s honestly up to you to decide. Title and idea from Glory by Bastille (and my fav song ever!). As always, thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy, and don’t hesitate to leave a like and a comment if you feel like it!

You can also read this on AO3! M A S T E R L I S T

Jaskier sighs as he stares at his reflection the mirror, hand threading through his hair. It’s slightly greasy and he remembers he forgot to take a shower today. Again. For the third day in a row. Goddammit.

He sighs again, looking at his flatmate in the reflection of the mirror, as she pulls her raven curls up into a ponytail. “Do I really have to go, Yen?” He ignores how whiny he sounds, instead leaning on the wash basin with his forearms, chin resting on them as he pouts at Yennefer’s reflection.

She scoffs from where she’s sitting on the edge of the once-white bath, tying her ponytail with one of her girlfriend’s scrunchies, the bright yellow a stark contrast with the rest of her exclusively black outfit. “Yes, you have to go, Julian. You promised a week ago that you would, and Triss will be really upset if you don’t show up.”

She gets up from the side of the tub, taking the half step towards the wash basin, pushing him aside. “Scoot, idiot.” She takes her eyeliner from the open cabinet next to the mirror, uncapping it, leaning her elbow next to the sink as she slowly, deliberately, traces a line over her eyelid. “I swear to god, if you make her sad, I will throw all your food in the trash and bend the needle of your record player.”

He frowns, leaning back against the edge of the sink, arms crossed in front of him. “Fine, whatever, I’ll go, then. Just don’t break my record player. It took me five weekends at bloody Starbucks to afford it.” He suppresses a shudder at the memory of working customer service.

Yennefer finishes her eyeliner, grabbing her mascara from the cabinet. He takes the eyeliner from where it’s lying on the sink, twirling it in his hands, as she rolls her eyes at him. “Don’t even know why you want a record player so badly, but okay. You know you can just stream music, right?”

He scoffs. “Oh, please, everyone knows vinyl sounds better than digital.”

She side-eyes him, eyes widening for a bit as she looks at her reflection again. “Okay, grandpa, if you say so.”

He sighs again, still twirling the eyeliner in his hands, as she finishes her mascara, pulling her ponytail taut again – even though it’s not sagging in the slightest. She finishes her makeup with a dark lipstick, before casting a last wink at her reflection and turning her back to the mirror, leaning against the sink, next to him. “Alright, what is it, Julian? We’ve been living together long enough for me to recognize an ‘I’m so sad please ask me if I’m okay’-sigh when I hear one.”

He side-eyes her for a moment, but she simply stares at him, dark-painted lips pursed, violet eyes stubborn, waiting for him to speak. After a few moments he sighs again, relenting under her unforgiving gaze. “Fine, I really don’t feel like going to this party.” He looks at her, cutting her off before she can scold him again: “Yes, I know Triss would be upset if I didn’t show up, but, like, I don’t know anyone there, and you know I hate crowds.”

She rolls her eyes. “Here’s an idea: maybe if you made some fucking friends for once, you’d actually know someone at this party. You really need to go out more, you can’t just sit in the flat all day, pretending to study.”

He gapes at her. “I do study, like, all the time! Hell, I have two essays due next week that I need a lot of time for. And if I didn’t go to the party, I’d actually be able to finish them in time.”

She scoffs, shaking her head slightly as she looks at the once-blue tiles of the wall opposite them. “Yeah, sure. I know you procrastinate, Julian. A lot. You’re just using these essays as an excuse to stay at home. We’re both well aware you wouldn’t do shit.”

He sighs, throwing his head back a bit. “Okay, fine, maybe I would spend all evening bingeing Netflix. Still, that’s a hell of a lot more fun than standing in the corner of some bar all evening. I love Triss, I really do, but I’m not willing to spend all those hours bored out of my mind and getting panic attacks when there’s too many people.”

She sighs, bumping into his shoulder slightly. “I know, alright? I know you can’t really talk to people and that crowds make you anxious, and I know that this evening is probably going to be a waste of time for you, but you promised, okay? You promised Triss that you would be there and she’s really looking forward to seeing you again. She’s going to be really disappointed if you don’t show up.” Her voice drops to barely above a whisper. “And so am I. You really need to go out more, Julian, you can’t spend the rest of your life cooped up in this apartment. You’re never going to make other friends or meet your soulmate if you sit inside all day.”

He scoffs at his feet when she mentions soulmates, but she simply ducks her head to meet his eyes. “Please, Julian, just go to this one party. If not for yourself or Triss, then for me.”

He sighs again, throwing his head back, looking at the mouldy ceiling. “Fine, fine, I’ll go. If only to stop you nagging.”

She laughs. “Oh, please, I’m never going to stop nagging. Speaking of,” she looks at him, one perfect eyebrow arched up, “you seriously need a change of clothes before we leave.”

He frowns at her. “As opposed to changing my clothes after we leave?” He laughs as she smacks him in the back of his head.

“You know what I meant, idiot. Seriously, at least wear some jeans, you look like you live in your mum’s basement and play Fortnite all day.” She gestures at his sweatpants, and he rolls his eyes. “And at least wear, like, a hoodie. It’s cold outside and that thin-ass shirt won’t be enough to keep you warm.”

He rolls his eyes, but pushes away from the sink anyway, calling over his shoulder as he walks to his bedroom. “Fine, alright! Jeez, mum. What’s next? You’ll tell me I have to comb my hair and part it in the middle so I can bedazzle my soulmate with my charming good looks?”

He rummages through his closet, pulling out the least crumpled jeans out from the pile of unfolded clothes, as he hears Yennefer letting herself fall on his unmade bed. “Actually, yes. I think you’d look dashing with a middle part and you’d be sure to instantly woo your soulmate once you meet them.”

He snorts as he pulls off his sweatpants, wiggling into the slightly too skinny jeans. “I don’t think I’m going to meet my soulmate, like, ever.” He struggles with the button a bit, sucking in his stomach. “Don’t think I want to.”

Yennefer looks at him, frowning a bit. “Why not? It’s such great fun, honestly. Like, you get all these memories of this cool-ass other life, and you get an added bonus of, you know, having a soulmate. Like, me and Triss didn’t even have to date, I immediately got this amazing girlfriend. It’s a win-win, my dude.”

He scoffs, rummaging through the pile of clothes at the bottom of his wardrobe again, pulling out a light blue hoodie with great difficulty. “Okay, first of all, you got lucky with Triss. There are a ton of people who end up hating their soulmate.” She shrugs, snorting as he struggles to pull the hoodie over his head. “Secondly,” he continues, when he has finally managed to put it on, “why would I want to know about the other life? Huh?”

Yennefer scoffs, as he sits on his desk chair, pulling on his Vans. “Because it’s cool as fuck. Did you know I was a witch in the other life? So was Triss, by the way.” She sighs, looking at her phone. “Though, I do miss being able to portal everywhere, that was really tight.”

He pulls his leg up, tying his shoelaces. “See? I don’t want to miss something I’ll never be able to get back. Also, your other life was cool, sure, but what if mine sucks, huh? What then? What if I died, like, the most stupid death humanly possible? And that’s another thing,” he continues to rant, as he ties the laces of his other shoe, “why would I want to remember how I died? That sounds like shit. Like, you remember how you died in the other life, that’s not a fun memory, right?”

Yennefer shrugs. “I mean, I got stabbed and fell off a tower in the middle of a battle, that’s all I remember. Didn’t hurt that much, really. And I’m sure you were an alright person in the other life. Probably royalty, since you’re so unbelievably stuck-up.”

She laughs as he flips her off. “Piss off, I’m serious. I don’t want to know about the other life. People keep saying you’ll really find your true self when you first touch your soulmate and remember, and they’re all like ‘ooh, you don’t know real happiness until you experience the glory of meeting your soulmate’ but that just all sounds like such bullshit. What’s wrong with this life? Why does everyone say it’s not enough? It’s enough for me so far.”

He sighs, gritting his teeth as he stops his rant, cheeks hot with annoyance. Yennefer simply stares at him from where she’s still lying on his bed, one eyebrow pulled up. It’s quiet for a few moments, until she speaks: “Are you done? Cause it’s nine thirty and we should leave right about now if we want to be fashionably late and not just plain late.”

He sighs, rolling his eyes, grabbing his phone from his desk. “Yeah, let’s go.”

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“Oh my god, Julian, you made it!” Triss’ voice is loud and clear above the noise of the people at the bar, as she nearly skips her way over to him and Yennefer, pulling him into a tight hug. He’s barely able to return it before she holds him at an arm’s length, beaming at him. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

“Hello, I’m here too,” Yennefer says next to him, and Triss laughs as she pulls her girlfriend into a short kiss.

“Oh, please, Yen, you’re so needy.” The two of them smile at each other and Jaskier clears his throat, kind of uncomfortable. He turns to the bar right next to them, ordering a tequila, only half paying attention to Triss and Yennefer’s conversation.

“So,” Yennefer asks, “who’s here?”

Triss looks around, pointing to different people as she names them. “Mostly friends from uni,” she waves at a group of people in one of the corners, “not a lot of people. Only Sabrina, Fringilla, and Anica. Istredd is still on his way, though.”

She turns her head left and right, stretching her neck a bit to see over the crowd of regular pub-goers. “I invited Geralt as well, but I haven’t seen him yet.” She shrugs. “He might not even show up, though, he said he’s not a big fan of parties.”

Jaskier takes the tequila from the barman, paying before he turns, sipping his drink as he leans his back against the bar. He sees Yennefer shoot him an uncomfortable look, something he can’t quite place, before she turns back to Triss. “Uh… who’s this Geralt-guy?” She glances back at him again for a second. “Haven’t heard of him.”

Triss blinks, visibly confused for a second, before some sort of realization dawns in her eyes. “Uh… oh, yeah! I uh… met him yesterday in the uni cafeteria. He was sitting all by himself and he looked kinda lonely so I joined him.”

Jaskier looks up, snorting a bit. “You sat with a total stranger and then invited him to your birthday party because he looked lonely?”

Triss blinks again, bright smile faltering a bit. “Uh… yeah, I guess I did. Anyways, he’s a really nice guy, I think you should really meet him, Julian. You know, give him a chance?”

He frowns. “What do you mean ‘give him a chance’?”

Yennefer clears her throat, she and her girlfriend sharing another strange look Jaskier doesn’t really understand. “At being a friend. You seriously need to make some friends, remember? Also, he doesn’t know anyone else at the party, either, so you two can be socially awkward together.”

Jaskier frowns again. “How do you know he’s socially awkward? I thought you never met him.”

She shrugs. “Well, he must be if he was sitting on his own.” Jaskier nods, not entirely convinced there isn’t something else going on as well, but he decides against asking about it. Maybe later, he thinks, as he sips his drink, looking at his phone a bit.

It’s rowdy and hot in the pub, and he can already feel a panic attack starting to build, as his eyes dart around, lungs constricting in his chest a bit. Yennefer and Triss have made their way over to their friends, leaving him on his own at the bar. He downs his tequila, placing the glass on the countertop behind him.

He’s contemplating making a bee-line to the side door and slipping away into the night – maybe getting a taxi – when someone stands next to him, ordering a beer from the barman. Jaskier looks to his right, eyes first meeting a black leather jacket, seeing long, white hair as he looks up a bit. He directs his gaze to his phone as quickly as possible, hoping the guy next to him won’t notice how much he seems to be blushing because fuck, this guy is hot.

He chances another look up, startling when he meets amber eyes. He swallows thickly, as the guy looks away again, taking the beer from the barman and tipping generously – Jaskier notices. He expects the guy to walk away, and part of him is already dreading never seeing those amber eyes again.

The guy doesn’t, though. He turns around, leaning against the bar, next to Jaskier, sipping his beer as he looks over the crowded room. Jaskier looks at his feet, fumbling with his phone a bit, unsure of what to say or to do.

He sighs in relief as he hears Triss’ voice, clear above the murmur of the crowd. “Oh my god, hi, Geralt!” She drags Yennefer behind her as they make their way over to Jaskier and the mysterious guy – apparently Geralt. She smiles brightly as she looks between the two of them. “So, I see you’ve already met Julian! This is my girlfriend Yennefer, by the way.” Yennefer gives a small smile and a weak wave from behind her soulmate. “Julian is her flat mate! You two really should get to know each other, I think you’d be great friends!”

Jaskier frowns at her, and he can see Geralt cocking his head in the corner of his eye. Triss smiles brightly, though, and looks behind her at Yennefer, who gives her girlfriend a reassuring nod. Reassuring her of what – Jaskier is not sure yet, but he narrows his eyes at his friend nonetheless.

“Oh! Look!” Triss says. “Istredd is here! And he brought some friends! Come on, Yen, we should go greet them.” She turns back to Jaskier and Geralt, giving them a final wave before disappearing in the crowd, leaving him alone with the guy. Great.

She was right though – Istredd did bring a ton of friends, and the bar feels a lot stuffier and rowdier than it did a few minutes ago. He considers leaving again, but doesn’t want to be impolite towards Geralt, so he stands there, leaning against the bar, heart racing, lungs constricting and oh fuck, he’s starting to have a panic attack.

His hands tremble as he fidgets with the hem of his pale blue hoodie, and he wishes he hadn’t worn it, even though it’s his favourite sweater. It’s too warm in the room, and he can feel sweat starting to form on his brow. He tries to keep his breathing even, but that only results in spots dancing across his vision from lack of oxygen, and his chest hiccupping with every other breath.

After a minute or so of silent suffering, he’s had enough. He throws a tight smile at Geralt, who looks at him weirdly, and mutters a “nice meeting you” before pushing through the crowd towards the side door, his shoulders bumping into several people on the way.

Once outside, he takes in deep, gulping breaths of night air, leaning forward, resting his hands on his knees. It’s blissfully quiet in the side alley, and he closes his eyes, waiting for the rush of blood in his ears to subside.

The door opens behind him, flooding him with light and noise before it’s closed again. He doesn’t look up, waiting for Yennefer to start her rant that he needs to practice conscious breathing when he feels a panic attack coming up, or Triss to ask him if he’s alright and if there’s anything she can do for him.

Instead, he hears a deep voice behind him. “Are you okay?” He stretches out again, looking behind him to see Geralt, amber eyes surprisingly concerned.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just…” he shrugs, looking at his feet “had a bit of a panic attack.”

Geralt takes a tentative step towards him. “You wanna talk about it?”

Jaskier smiles, shaking his head slightly. He hadn’t taken Geralt for a talkative person, so the fact that the guy offered to talk about it means a lot to him, surprisingly. “No, it’s fine.” He shrugs again, hands in the pocket of his hoodie. “Just don’t like crowds.”

Geralt smiles a bit, and oh god, oh shit, oh fuck, he looks so hot when he smiles. “Yeah, same here. Not a big fan of them.” Jaskier looks around, the street in front of the bar deserted. He’s not sure what’s down the alley, but he might find a taxi there.

He looks back at Geralt, who’s shifting from one foot to the other, clearly uncomfortable. “It was nice meeting you, Geralt.” He starts walking down the alley, hands still in the pocket of his hoodie. He hears footsteps behind him and half turns around, frowning as he sees the guy catching up with him.

“Where are you going?” Geralt is walking next to him now, and Jaskier takes half a step to the side in the small alley, making sure their shoulders don’t brush.

He cocks his head. “Why do you want to know?”

And he might definitely be mistaken but he could swear he sees Geralt blush in the dim light of the streetlamps behind them. “Just doesn’t seem very safe, walking into an alley on your own in the middle of the night.”

Jaskier smiles. “And it’s safer to walk into an alley in the middle of the night with a stranger?”

He can see Geralt chewing on his lip, frowning deeply. “I suppose not.” He stops walking, and Jaskier does, too, after a couple of steps, turning back to Geralt. “If you want me to leave, Julian, that’s okay, I’ll leave.”

Jaskier laughs a bit, shaking his head. “Nah, don’t worry.” He keeps walking, signaling with his head for Geralt to follow him again. “Come on, let’s keep moving, it’s too cold to stand still.”

Geralt falls in step next to him and Jaskier can’t help but smile. He looks to his side. “My name’s not Julian, by the way.” Geralt frowns at him, confused, and Jaskier shrugs. “It is, officially, but my parents changed their minds a few weeks after I was born, and named me Jaskier, but didn’t change the legal documents. Yennefer just calls me Julian to spite me, and Triss does it cause she thinks it’s more polite, and I don’t have the heart to tell her no.”

Geralt laughs, shaking his head slightly. “I only met her yesterday, but that sounds exactly like her.”

Jaskier cocks his head. “I am wondering, though, Geralt, why did you come to the party? Like you said, you only met Triss yesterday.”

Geralt shrugs, hands buried in the pockets of his leather jacket. “She was very insistent. And, just like you, I didn’t have the heart to tell her no.”

Jaskier smiles, nodding a bit. “Fair enough.”

He side-steps around a garbage bag, before they reach the street behind the pub. It’s deserted. Well, fuck. So long, taxi. He looks around, the street stretching into the darkness on both sides. There’s a fenced off field in front of him, and he can see street lamps and cars passing by on a street on the other side of the field. He begins walking forward.

“Where are you going?” He hears Geralt call behind him.

He half turns around, pointing to the field with his thumb as he walks sideways. “Gonna hop the fence, go to that street over there and try and find a tax-“

His sentence is cut off abruptly as he trips over a small rock in the middle of the road, painfully hitting his head on the curb as he falls on his side. “Shit!”

He clutches his head as he sits up, but luckily there’s no blood on his hand, as he pulls it back. It is going to be a nasty bump, tomorrow, though. “Jaskier! You okay?” He looks up as Geralt half-jogs towards him across the street, looking both ways even though the neighborhood seems deserted.

He’s almost reached Jaskier, when he trips over his own feet, landing on his knees next to Jaskier. “Shit!”

Jaskier can’t help but laugh, clutching his stomach as he wheezes. God, just a pair of fucking idiots, lying in the middle of the street. He laughs harder when Geralt frowns at him, though the guy can’t help but laugh as well, as tears start to form in Jaskier’s eyes.

He gasps for air between fits of giggles, and leans back, lying on the asphalt, still clutching his stomach as he hiccups. He feels Geralt joining him, lying next to him in the middle of the street. “You okay, Jask?”

He finally quiets down and nods. He turns to Geralt. “You called me Jask.”

The guy shrugs, seemingly blushing again, though Jaskier tells himself it’s just a trick the streetlamps are playing on his eyes. “You don’t like it?”

Jaskier smiles, looking up at the sky. “No, no, I do like it. Just… no one’s ever called me that.”

Geralt shrugs again. They lie there in silence for a few moments, staring up at the night sky, the sound of cars in the distance.

“So, Geralt, what do you study?” He looks to his side again, admiring Geralt’s profile.

“Veterinary.”

Jaskier pushes himself up on one elbow, looking down on Geralt, who smiles softly. “Really? Didn’t take you for an animal lover, honestly.”

Geralt shrugs. “Most people don’t. I just have a soft spot for horses, I guess.”

Jaskier can’t help but smile at that. “Oh? Why horses, specifically?”

Amber eyes grow distant, as if Geralt’s suddenly transported into his own memories. “My dad’s got a horse farm, in the countryside. Taught me how to ride and take care of them at a young age.” He blinks, and suddenly he seems to be back in reality, as he looks at Jaskier. “What about you, though? What do you study?”

Jaskier leans back again, unable to look into Geralt’s eyes too long, for some reason. “English Lit.”

He hears Geralt chuckle next to him. “I wish I could say I didn’t take you for a book lover, but I’d be lying.”

Jaskier laughs a bit. “Alright, fair enough.”

He hears the quiet sound of a cap being unscrewed and looks to the side, seeing Geralt take a swig from a metal flask. “Wow, dude, you’ve come prepared.”

Geralt smiles, handing the flask to Jaskier. “What can I say? Pubs are expensive.” Jaskier laughs, feeling a slight burn in his throat as he takes a sip of whiskey – apparently Geralt’s a whiskey kind of guy. Horses and whiskey.

He laughs as he imagines Geralt, with a frown on his face, downing a bottle of Jack Daniels as he rides on a horse, wearing a cowboy outfit. He sits up as he chokes on the whiskey, coughing violently into his elbow. Geralt sits up next to him as well. “You okay?”

Jaskier gasps for air, coughing the last bit of whiskey from his airway, tears in the corners of his eyes. “Yeah, fine, just thought of something funny.” Geralt shoots him a questioning look and Jaskier shakes his head. “It’s not important.”

Geralt lays back down, taking the flask as Jaskier hands it to him, putting it back in the pocket of his leather jacket, folding his arms behind his head. “Well, watch out the next time you think about something unimportant, then. Don’t want you to laugh until you die.”

Jaskier smiles, laying back down on the pavement. “Honestly, can you think of any better way to choke?”

Geralt smiles as well. “Hmm.”

It’s quiet between them for a couple more moments, as they look at the night sky. The light pollution of the city makes it hard for him to see the stars, but he can make out some blinking lights in the dark abyss above. He points up. “Look, a plane.”

Geralt nods next to him, then points to the right of where Jaskier’s pointing. “Another one.”

Jaskier nods as well. “Very busy night for the plane business.”

And Geralt’s chuckle might be the most beautiful thing he’s heard in his whole life.

“So,” Geralt starts, and Jaskier looks at his profile again, noticing how soft the white hair looks and how much he wants to touch it, “do you do this often?” Geralt turns his head towards Jaskier, and oh god, those lips look so kissable.

He blinks. “Do what?”

Geralt smiles. “Lying in the middle of the road at one in the morning with strangers?”

Jaskier shakes his head. “No, I never do that. See, I know your name and you’ve watched me fall on my face, so we’re not really strangers anymore, are we?”

Geralt looks at the night sky again. “No, I suppose not.” He lets out a long deep breath, and Jaskier can see small clouds above his face in the cold air. “So,” he looks back at Jaskier, “what do you do in your spare time?”

Jaskier scoffs. “You mean besides watching Netflix and pretending to study?” Geralt laughs, and Jaskier can’t help but vow to make this guy laugh as many times as he possibly can, because he can’t imagine ever getting tired of the sound. He shrugs. “I don’t know, really. Lie in the middle of the road at one in the morning, and look up for heaven, I guess.”

Geralt frowns a bit. “What do you mean with looking up for heaven?”

Jaskier shrugs. “Well, people always say that when you find your soulmate you will find glory or some shit, but… I don’t know. It’s always sounded like an empty promise to me. Something that only happens if you find your soulmate, and… what are we supposed to do in the meantime? Wait?” He shakes his head, looking at the sky, watching as another plane passes overhead. “No, I don’t really like that. Life has meaning even if you don’t have a soulmate or if you haven’t found them yet. I can’t do anything with empty words for glory, so I’ll just be here, looking up for heaven, trying to find something else to strive towards.”

It’s quiet for another moment, and eventually he turns his head, looking at Geralt, amber eyes searching his face. Finally, he speaks: “You said ‘even if you don’t have a soulmate’. Everyone has one, though.”

Jaskier scoffs. “I don’t believe that. I mean, my parents were supposedly soulmates. They did the whole thing: touching each other for the first time, seeing the other life, falling in love, marrying, getting a kid. But then they ended up hating each other. So were they really soulmates, then? I don’t believe so.”

Geralt nods, turning his head towards the night sky. “I understand. I don’t know if my parents were soulmates, I never met them.”

Jaskier frowns. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

Geralt smiles and shrugs. “It’s okay. I’ve got my adoptive father. He never found his soulmate, though, but he seems at peace with it. I think you’d like him.”

Jaskier smiles as well. “I mean, he owns a horse farm, so I’m already sold.”

Geralt laughs again, and maybe Jaskier feels something flutter in the pit of his stomach, but he’s probably just hungry or something. He sees another plane pass by. “Kind of weird, isn’t it? That there’s a scientific explanation for everything in this world, except for the other life and the whole soulmate ordeal.”

Geralt nods. “Guess we really know nothing at all, when push comes to shove. We can only make the best of what we have, as long as we’re here, and maybe there’s something afterwards, who knows? Maybe another life, where soulmates will remember this one when they touch for the first time.”

Jaskier smirks, half turning his head to Geralt. “Now who’s looking up for heaven?”

Geralt scoffs, half turning towards Jaskier as well. “Not me. I’ll take my chances on the curb here with you, thank you very much.”

Jaskier notices little, dark brown flecks in Geralt’s amber eyes, and has to look away, a blush gracing his cheeks. In the distance a church bell chimes three times. Jaskier looks at his phone, suspicions confirmed: it’s three in the morning already. “Huh, it’s getting late.” He sighs, putting his phone back in the pocket of his hoodie. “I have class in the morning. I should probably get going.”

He makes no move to get up, though, and simply watches as another plane passes overhead. He hears that deep voice again, and feels a shiver run down his spine that has nothing to do with the cold. “What is it, Jask?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. I don’t wanna go home yet, I guess.” He looks at Geralt. “I don’t know why, but it’s really easy to talk with you.”

Geralt smiles. “Same here.”

Jaskier looks up at the sky once more. “I just wanna stay here, in the middle of the road, with you, looking up for heaven together.”

Geralt chuckles, pushing himself to his feet, as Jaskier sits upright. Geralt extends his hand, smiling a bit. “Stop looking up for heaven, waiting to be buried.” Jaskier laughs, reaching out his hand to take Geralt’s.

Their skin touches, for the first time that evening, and his eyes grow wide as memories that aren’t quite his own flood him.

“Love the way you just sit in the corner and brood.” “I’m here to drink alone.”

“Respect doesn’t make history.”

“I need no one, and the last thing I want is someone needing me.” “And yet, here we are.”

“We could head to the coast, get away for a while.”

“If life could give me one blessing, it would be to take you off my hands.”

He lets go of Geralt’s hand, falling back on the pavement as he is pulled back to here and now. He looks up, wide-eyed, shocked, and he can tell Geralt just experienced the same thing. Fuck.

The other life. A Witcher, a Bard. Soulmates.

He breathes out, shuddering breath leaving his lungs in fragments, forming small clouds in the cold night air. “Oh.”

Geralt simply stares at him, then at his hand, as if he can’t believe what just happened. Eventually, he nods, lowering himself back onto the pavement, next to Jaskier. “Oh,” he says as well.

Jaskier looks at his own hand, half expecting a mark, something to indicate something’s – everything’s changed, but his skin is the same as always. Really, he’s the same as always, it’s just the memories that are new.

He looks at Geralt, who’s still staring ahead, amber eyes wide. “What happened in the other life, Geralt? How did you-“ his voice catches in his throat as he imagines Geralt dying.

The guy – the Witcher looks at him, eyes still absent. He blinks, then clears his throat. “I uh… After… our fight, on the mountain, I went looking for Ciri, for my…” a sharp intake of breath “Child Surprise. Never found her. Got attacked by ghouls, died a day or so later. You?”

A memory presents itself to Jaskier, and he shudders, burying his hands in the sleeves of his hoodie. “Got robbed a few weeks after our fight. Got stabbed, bled out.”

Geralt frowns at him. “I know we only just met, really, and that we’re not who we were in the other life but… I do want to apologize for what I said on the mountain. I never meant any of it, and travelling with you for…” he frowns, swallowing thickly “twenty-two years, was an honour and a privilege. You deserved better.”

Jaskier smiles. “I did, and thank you, Geralt. It does mean a lot to me, even if it wasn’t really… me, but… other life me? I don’t know, this is so weird.”

Geralt laughs. “It is. I’m glad we’re here, now, though.”

Jaskier leans his shoulder against Geralt’s, something that feels so natural he doesn’t need to think twice about it. “So am I. And I’m glad we’re soulmates.” He frowns. “I’m glad we got a second chance, Geralt.”

Geralt smiles back, softly, fondness in his eyes. “So am I. I really messed up the first time. I want to do better in this life, if you’ll have me.”

Jaskier leans forward, resting his forehead against Geralt’s, the clouds of their breaths intertwining in the cold night air. “I’ll have you, Geralt of Rivia, if you’ll have me.”

Geralt sighs, softly. “Yes, of course I’ll have you, Jask. No question about it.”

Their eyes meet, and Jaskier can barely suppress a shiver that runs down his spine. He’s drowning in the molten gold of Geralt’s eyes, and can’t help but smile. “May I kiss you?”

Geralt leans forward, their noses brushing, hot breath fanning over Jaskier’s skin. “I fear I might die all over again if you don’t.”

Jaskier laughs. “God, Geralt, you’re so dramatic.” He leans forward further, softly pressing his lips against Geralt’s, and he feels a hand on the back of his neck pulling him closer, the kiss deepening.

After a few moments he pulls back, drawing in shaky breaths of cold night air as their foreheads rest against each other. He can’t help but smile as he takes in every little detail of Geralt’s face. The little freckle under his right eye, the small scar on his left eyebrow, the brown freckles in his amber eyes. He hopes he gets the chance to spend the rest of his life memorizing every single detail, every single imperfection that makes Geralt perfect.

Geralt smiles at him, frowning a bit as he sees Jaskier’s searching eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Jaskier smiles, before pressing a chaste kiss to Geralt’s lips and he could never, ever tire of this. Not in this life, not in the next. “No reason, I’m just… looking up for heaven.”

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #geraskier #gerlion #geralt x jaskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #triss merigold x yennefer of vengerberg #triss x yennefer #triss merigold #yennefer of vengerberg #mine #oneshot #looking up for heaven

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peakytoms · 6 years

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hey if you dont mind can you do Tommy shelby OBE for the fluff alphabet thing?

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?

Physically: Tommy is so attracted to skin, like soft and supple skin. Particularly the skin of your hips and belly that is just so smooth that he cant even fathom how soft it actually is. Its his favorite thing about you

Personality: Tommy boy is super attractive to wit and intelligence. He likes the challenge of a woman who’s not afraid to speak her own mind and banter with him. He’s always so super serious but when its just him and you, he loves just shooting shit with you

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

He says he doesn’t because he’s all worried about like bringing a kid into a dangerous world and whatnot, also he doesn’t want to change the relationship you and him have by bringing in a massive baby cockblock, but he is lowkey obsessed with the idea of having a baby with you. He thinks that any spawn the two of you produce would just be the most perfect being in the world (duh its his kid, and he’s perfect, and its your kid and you’re perfect, how could the kid not be perfect?)

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He’s a closeted cuddler. 100%. This fool acts all tough and like women are just w/e but when it comes down to it, he frickin loves holding you close with you back pressed against his chest and his hands over your hips and tummy (he loves soft skin remember— but not in a creepy Jason way in like a romantic way)

Tommy usually cuddles you from behind, either when you’re in bed or standing up somewhere. BUT he also LIVES to be cuddled- which normally only happens when you’re both asleep but you just instinctually embrace one another. But because he is Tommy and a big manTM he will never admit to actually melting when he’s in your arms and his head is on your chest.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

You drink his gin, you bang. Badda boom badda bing

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

Lel what is this asking? Like what Tommy thinks of you? Because he lowkey thinks you’re his whole world but he’s a big manTM so he plays it off all chill like you’re just some meh chick when he’s in front of others, but when you’re alone??? He is literally wrapped around your frickin pinky toe and you’re the only thing that exists for him.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

This man is so emotionally repressed, he doesn’t even know. It could have been when he first saw you, could have been when you first talked to him, could have been when Polly decided she didn’t hate you, could have been when you got married. Is he in lov with you now? Does he even know? Idk?

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

DEPENDS ON HIS MOOD. TOMMY SHELBY OBE IS A SWITCH. One day he will want to destroy (with sexual pleasure) and the next day he would literally just want to sit next to you and run his fingers through your hair

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

He doesn’t. His hands are used for his big manTM walk, and he cant be messing about with any distractions, he is a BIG MANTM

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Because Tommy Shelby is a big manTMand most “big men” have like the tinest egos ever. This boy totally used the reaction formatio defense mechanism and pretended he didn’t like you on bit but really he was thinking of you all. the. time. (men.)

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

HAVE YOU MET TOMMY?

YES FULL STOP.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

You had to kiss him first because even though he is a big manTM, he was sooooo insecure

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

You do. Tommy Shelby OBE is a big manTM and pretends he doesn’t know what love is until he’s sure he’s not in it alone and wont embarrass himself with mortal “feelings” (nothing worse than emotions for T. Shelby OBE)

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

He has this memory of like the first sleepover you two had, and when he woke up he just assumed you left completely, but then he found you downstairs in the kitchen reading the paper and making some tea like it was your haus, and he just loved how well you seemed to fit into his life without any need for adjustment.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

SO MUCH. He buys you shit you don’t even know the function of. He knows what it was like to have nothing and now that he can have things, he wants them all and wants to make sure you have everything he’s never had.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Pale purple, you are obsessed with lavender. You smell like it, you have it all over your garden, you keep a pouch under your pillow, and you wear fabric in that colour as much as possible. Even just seeing or thinking of the colour reminds him of you. And he wont acknowledge it, but you know he takes the lavender pouch from under your pillow when he goes of overnight business trips.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

He calls you all kinds of things. Mostly “darling” “my sweet” “little girl” “little bird” or “my love”

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

????????

I honestly don’t know what this is asking

He loves travelling in his caravan or by horse, as much as he loves cars, he loves the simplicity and peace of travelling like they used to.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

He lives in England so its always a rainy day, he does business all the time. BUT if its tumultuously raining day, you’ll convince him he should just work from home so he doesn’t drown (but he willingly drowns in other ways if you catch my drift…ignore me I’m drunk)

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Sex, freedom and whiskey sours

Also but also mostly—AVOIDING ALL EMOTIONS!!!

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Idk horses? He doesn’t like to talk business with you and really what else is there?

I just want it known, I feel in my heart that Tommy is punny though- he may not start conversations or lead topic changes, but he has good bants when he wants to actually contribute

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

You ;)

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

This fool shows off everything. His cars, his haus, his suits, the big massive and ridiculous jewels he gets you (and makes sure arent cursed). if this man were Italian or Greek or a rapper, he be walking around with a million gold chains

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He doesn’t really. Just tells you, he’s going to marry you, doesn’t ask, no knee. Just gives you a ring, says hell marry you and badda boom badda bing

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Red right hand.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

He doesn’t really consider it until he meets your mum who basically yells at him for making you live in sin and not making an honest woman out of you, then he clues in that maybe he ought to just put a ring on it.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

He would totally be the kind of man to get a tiger just because he could, but he’s mostly just got horses until you force him to take in some doggos and kitties

These were so fun to do and soz I kinda was all over the place with this. I decided to do this drunk off my face so they are maybe not my best.

Thanks for sending it in nonnie!

#answered #anonymous #idk what to tag this as #alphabet thingies #tommy shelby obe is a big man #tommy shelby

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astrofireworks · 8 years

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because it’s been at least a month and i’m still not over what they did in hwarang here’s some angsty eunwoo & fluffy bin

it’s unfair

it’s the most unfair thing in the entire world and eunwoo doesn’t know what he did to deserve this pain

he’s been a loyal friend, he’s never done weed, he’s eaten all his vegetables and he’s only argued with his mum once

o n c e

he didn’t even tell sanha off when he caught sanha stealing his cereal yesterday

yet his heart feels like it’s been broken into a million tiny shards and blown away in the breeze like pathetic dead leaves

his hands stab at his phone’s touchscreen, vision blurred, accessing myungjun’s contact number and mj picks up with a very sleepy, “eunwoo? it’s 2am, why are y-”

eunwoo bursts into tears and manages to choke out, “mj hyung, park, swings, now,” and jams his phone into his back pocket before grabbing his coat and shoes

and mj is so confused, but rubs the sleep from his eyes and goes in search for a clean pair of pants

if his best friend needs him then he needs him, no questions asked

he just hopes it’s worth a 2am, fifteen minute walk to the park (in the dark!!!!) by eunwoo’s apartment

eunwoo tumbles out of his apartment, yanking the door closed behind him, and stumbles blindly to the lift, tears still blurring his vision

he doesn’t understand

how nice people in this world get all the shit

and all the bigoted people who perpetuate discrimination are the loudest and get their way

it’s unfair, that’s what it is because no nice person deserves the shit they go through as a result of discrimination

and in under five minutes, eunwoo makes it to the swings in the park, clutching a pack of tissues and his phone

he wipes his eyes on the sleeve of his coat and hiccups, feeling the ache in his heart more acutely than ever

he tips his head back as he begins to swing and searches out the stars

too late he realises he left his glasses next to his laptop

and can’t actually see shit

(i say this but we all know eunwoo’s vision is like 20/20 lmfao)

IT’S ALRIGHT because he can’t see shit through his tears anyway

he sniffles lightly and stares up at the sky

(if decent people with kind-hearts and open minds get to look up at the same sky, why don’t they deserve same treatment as everyone else?)

“um, excuse me--”

eunwoo snaps his head down and looks at the shapeless shadow before him before launching himself into mj’s arms and begins to sob heartwrenchingly

or who he thinks is mj

bin is, to say the least, the most bewildered he’s been all his life

literally one moment he’s walking home from dance practice and humming along to a btob song and the next

he comes across a phone strewn on the ground next to a couple of tissue packets

and being the nice boy he is, decides to return what he found to the owner, who seems to be on the swings

except the owner

oh boy

is currently sobbing his heart out in bin’s arms

a corner of bin’s mind happily notes that this stranger is very beautiful

even when crying

wait

what if this is a test like in beauty and the beast

shut up bin

bin cautiously tugs the stranger into his arms and hugs him

“are you o--”

but before he can finish his sentence the beautiful stranger bursts again into tears

eunwoo: “I DON’T UNDERSTAND”

bin: “what don’t you und-”

eunwoo: “WHY DO ALL THE NICE PEOPLE IN THE WORLD HAVE TO SUFFER”

bin: (slightly alarmed) “aH”

a small part of bin hopes it means this beautiful stranger is now single

wait wh a t hahahahaha bin w h a t

eunwoo: “HE DIDN’T DESERVE TO D I E”

and bin is frozen because a broken heart is one thing but a death????? bin is n o t prepared to handle this

death is a whole new ball game

he’s already pretty bad at comforting someone, jinjin’s told him he has the bedside manner of a rock

he adjusts his glasses and cautiously pats the angel’s back and begins to regret his next words

“um,,,, w ho?”

eunwoo: (incomprehensible wailing into bin’s coat)

bin: mumbling “i’m sorry sir i can’t hear u” while rubbing anxious circles into the angel’s back

eunwoo: “H A N S U N G”

wait

wh a t

“HE DIDN’T DESERVE TO D I E IT’S NOT EVEN DANSAE’S FAULT IT’S SOCIETY’S FAULT AND-”

to say bin is confused is,,,,,,,,,, an understatement, to say the least

hansung???

as in

character-from-popular-drama-that-rocky-watches-religiously-every-week Hansung????

as in acted-by-bin’s-idol-kim-taehyung Hansung?????????

as in died-in-last-week’s-episode Hansung????

this angel is crying and rambling over hansung??????????????????

?????

as eunwoo starts sobbing louder about the injustice of it all, bin panickedly rubs the beautiful man’s back

i mean not that he minds having a beautiful man crying into his arms or anything but

crying this much over a drama character?? bin’s wondering what he got himself into

and at this point the stranger straightens up and rubs his eyes, sniffling

bin shuffles on the spot and gently offers him a tissue from the tissue packs he’s clutching

at least he’s sort of returning him his stuff?

eunwoo: “ah myungjun-hyung, i’m so sorry i called you out for something like this, i just needed someone to hug me,,”

wait

myungjun-hyung?

bin blinks

and shuffles again

“ah,,,,, i’m not,,, m,,yung,g,jun,,,,,,?”

immediately he sees the man stiffen and blink the tears out of his eyes

and squint slightly at bin

self-conscious, bin fiddles with his glasses and his coat buttons

“um”

“i’m sO SORRY ASDFHLKJDHAFKFJ”

“it’s okay, i-”

“I’M S O S O R R Y ASDJLAKJDF I THOUGHT YOU WERE MJ-HYUNG YOU MEAN I WAS CRYING INTO A CUTE GUY’S ARMS THE W H O L E T I M E”

bin:

bin’s brain, slight echo in disbelief: “a cute guy?”

wtf

cue bin coughing and adjusting his glasses and blushing, “it’s alright, it’s really alright, i get what you’re feeling, my roommate cried when Hansung died too”

and then slightly alarmed bin just hugs eunwoo again because ?? HE’S NOT GOOD AT THIS COMFORTING THING but mainly because wow this man is very squishy and is indeed nice to hug

i mean

psh bin what are u thinking

and suddenly a loud voice echoes behind them and bin hastily lets go of the man, quietly cursing the voice out in his head

must be this mj-hyung guy

so bin turns around and a very confused, very short man is standing in front of him, with hands in his sweatpants pockets and a puffy coat on

a smol smol marshmallow

with a killer smile too, he thinks, as mj flashes him a beam strangely reminiscent of jinjin and proceeds to maneuver eunwoo into his arms

bin’s mind sends a telepathic message out to mj’s mind that he is indeed very lucky to hug this human on a regular basis

ahem

“eunwoo, what’s wrong?” and cue eunwoo blubbering into the marshmallow coat

“ah,” bin tries to supply helpfully, “his um... his favourite character died or something...”

and immediately mj lets go on a teary-eyed eunwoo, who nearly flops over from the loss of support

this man would get along very well with jinjin, bin thinks; jinjin let rocky flop to the ground when he found out rocky was screaming about hansung too

luckily for angel-man bin is a dancer woohoo and catches him before he falls too far forward

mj: “you calleD ME OUT HERE AT 2AM IN THE MORNING BECAUSE HANSUNG DIED??????”

rip bin’s eardrums he takes it back this man is way louder than jinjin

but then angel boy looks up at mj with teary, big, shiny eyes and bin’s heart melts immediately and he feels the marshmallow beside him do the same

“oh alright,,,” the marshmallow grumbles and tugs angel boy back into his arms

and so bin just stands there awkwardly, clutching his dumb tissue packets and angel boy’s phone until marshmallow pats angel boy on the back and whispers in his ear and they go in a hushed, rapid back and forth until

angel boy peels away from marshmallow

“ah,,,,,, sir,,,,,,,,,,,,, i’m sorry i cried into your coat, i can make it up to yo-”

and as he stands up bin suddenly realises how tall this angel is and he’s suddenly so grateful his brain decided to catch onto the beauty and the beast idea because while he doesn’t mind being smited by such a beautiful angel he prefers not to be smited at all thank u very much

and so as the angel tugs his phone out of his hands, bin offers up the tissue packets back to him as well, only for the angel to hand his phone back to bin

bin: “???????? :---) what”

bin: brain error 404 not found

eunwoo: “your number?”

bin: brain error 404 not found

eunwoo: “oh, uh, i’m eunwoo by the way?”

bin: wow eunwoo is su c h a beautiful name how ridiculous it fits him so well wow has he said wow yet wow wow wow brain error 404 not found

eunwoo: “uh, so i can make this up to you somehow? i kind of need to contact you to do it,,,” and suddenly eunwoo is sort of lost because this cute guy is just kind of staring at him with his mouth hanging slightly open and his glasses slightly askew and w o w he can’t believe he made a fool out of himself in front of this rly f i t man

maybe he doesn’t want to give eunwoo his number

i mean he literally just cried about hansung into his coat

eunwoo hesitates and starts to pull his hand back

but suddenly the cute guy moves and curls his fingers around eunwoo’s wrist to take the phone from him

and eunwoo’s wrist feels like it’s on f i r e this man is so warm and suddenly he’s smiling at eunwoo and handing eunwoo back his phone with his number in it and he looks like such an excited puppy eunwoo’s brain is wiped and his heart wants to melt

and glancing down at his phone he sees the name “bin” and a note, “later today, right here, 3pm? prepare to talk about hansung.” and eunwoo’s face breaks into a smile, eyes crinkling up

and as the cute guy nods and tugs his coat tighter around himself and hitches his backpack higher on his back and nods a goodbye to both him and mj eunwoo is smiling

he’s smiling so hard he feels his cheeks starting to hurt but he doesn’t really care because !!!! he has a date!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

with a cute guy!!!!!

who wants to talk about hansung!!!!!

yells

i love flustered bin and angel eunwo

i love emotional drama-binge-watching astro

i’m also so so so so soft for hansung don’t touch me

#astro #binu #moon bin #eunwoo #team soap #team s o a p #astro fic #vivi shoots #hwarang spoilers ahead #if you don't wanna see that #MY BABY #CAN U TELL I'M STILL NOT OVER IT #I LOVE MY FUCKING SON KIM TAEHYUNG #btw if u reblog just know i chECK EVERY S I N G L E REBLOG FOR TAGS #BECAUSE I AM A TRASH THAT WANTS 2 READ REACTIONS #I DIDN'T ASK FOR HANSUNG'S DEATH EITHER #DONT MURDER HIM JUST TAKE MY LIFE INSTEAD JESUS FUCKNG C HR I S T #I'M #SO ANGRY STILL

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