#Yen rolls her eyes and assures him it's fine - that he's allowed to wanna spend time with his bf just the two of them

[hale-of-stiles-heart]

#that poor darling ahhhhh #and of course geralt feels extra terrible #becuz he's such a good dad so stuff like that'd be pure agony for him #as he struggles to explain that that's not it at all jaskier LOVES spending time with jer(which he DOES and it's part of why geralt was #able to fall for him so fast. because he's good with ciri and genuinely enjoys spending time with her) #maybe he even suggests some sort of ''play date night'' where jaskier comes over to play with ciri AND hang out with geralt #partially to make her feel better and partially to test the waters and see how they function as a unit all together #feels a little guilty about that too like he's forcing jaskier to compromise on their date #but of course jaskier doesnt see it that way and is delighted to get to see more of ciri #ohhhh and when she learns theyre dating. when geralt feels comfortable telling her #and she's like ''so jaskier's gonna be my new papa and play with me lots and lots??'' with stars in her eyes #and geralt's so relieved that she takes it so well. aaaahhh

I'm picturing him and Jaskier as roommates (bc I'm a sucker for it, sue me) so Ciri still sees him of course but there's a difference between seeing him more briefly before and after preschool and getting to spend hours hanging out with him and it's very upsetting for her, she doesn't really understand it, thinks Jaskier doesn't like her anymore

she tells Geralt as much one afternoon when he tells her that her uncle Eskel will be watching her that night, crying bc Jaskier always watches her on Friday nights why doesn't he wanna play with her anymore, doesn't he like her anymore?

And it absolutely shatters Geralt's heart and he feels so guilty bc it's not like Jaskier's working or something, he's just spending his time with Geralt rather than Ciri and it makes him feel like the world's shittiest dad

once Jaskier gets home, Geralt pulls him aside and tells him about Ciri said and Jaskier lets out this sad little guilty sound, looking just as stricken as Geralt feels about it

the next thing Geralt knows, Jaskier ducking into the living room to scoop Ciri up and spin her around in his arms and promise her, "okay, princess, your uncle Eskel is gonna watch you tonight but I promise, next Saturday will be just for us! We could go to the zoo or we could go shopping, but I think we should go ahead and do both, what d'ya think?"

And Ciri's laughing and squealing and already talking about how she wants to go see the ponies in the petting zoo first, then the wolves, then the pretty birds in the aviary and Geralt sends Jaskier the fondest, most grateful smile over Ciri's shoulder and mouths "thank you"

literally been thinking about this all day at work: modern au with single dad Geralt who's recently started dating his best friend Jaskier, who also happens to be Ciri's favorite babysitter, but it's still so new that Geralt hasn't explained it to Ciri yet

but Geralt ends up feeling super guilty, like he's stolen her best friend away, bc now whenever Geralt has plans it's with Jaskier so Ciri ends up staying with her uncles and she doesn't understand bc she's just a little kid so she cries to Geralt about how Jaskier doesn't wanna play with her anymore

nnnoooOOOooo baby girllll ;A;

[oneofyatosfollowers]

Yatori Week- Day 1 Promise/Hands

@yatoriweek2020

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25401826/chapters/61600321

Fanfic: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13648502/1/Yatori-Week-2020

Yato took promises very seriously.

Hiyori figured this out rather quickly, but not after she learned that his overexaggerated whining covered up deep disappointment.

“What? No melty buns?” Yato had cried out when she walked in empty handed.

“Huh? Oh, no, I was running late and I wanted Yukine to have enough time to ask questions before his quiz.” Hiyori explained as she set her bags down. The god wasn’t happy, reaching his hands out to her with big eyes.

“But you promised!” Yato sank in a little, “you promised.” That’s when she first saw it, her body stopped along with her sigh of annoyance. The look on his face, in his eyes, the disappointment and general hurt.

“Geez! She’s a middle school student and you’re supposed to be a god! Stop making her spend her allowance on such silly things!” Yukine scolded harshly. And just like that, the feeling was gone, wiped off his face like wind carrying away sand.

“But they’re so yummy!” Yato complained, hands hiding his face as he let himself fall backwards. Even with the room’s mood lifting back up and Yato treating her as he always did, Hiyori couldn’t help the guilty glances she gave him now and again. She had brought him melty-buns the very next day without asking why, opting to not promise them but instead smile at his genuine excitement.

---

It wasn’t until later Hiyori was able to figure out why. For one thing, Yato never made promises. Not unless he could deliver them right away. At the time, Hiyori figured it was just one of his weird ways of being considerate and making people happy. But then Kofuku had explained a god’s existence and Yato’s Father came into the picture, Hiyori decided it wasn’t so much that he took promises seriously, but the neglect that comes when they’re broken. The hopefulness he had when someone close to him took the time to want to do something for him, and the hurt that came when they failed him. When they forgot.

From then on, Hiyori made an effort not to make offhanded promises to Yato. But she found that to be rather difficult. It turns out people make promises to each other all the time; and fail to meet them just as much.

“Look Yato, we can go to the beach during my summer break! I have exams and now’s not the time!” Hiyori huffed at Yato as they walked down the sidewalk, ignoring him as he tugged on the back of her uniform.

“When’s summer break?”

“Late July.”

“That’s so far away!” Yato groaned, “Wouldn’t you rather go when it’s less crowded?”

“I rather go when it’s warmer,” Hiyori said. She batted his hand off her and instead fell next to him. Relaxing his shoulders, Yato let his hands slip into his pockets, smile still on his face.

“That makes sense,” Yato hummed. Hiyori let herself smile, only to roll her eyes when he let out a long, audible sigh of disappointment.

“Yato, I pr-” Hiyori sucked in a breath and stopped walking. Yato stopped too, looking at her with quiet concern.

“I want to go too,” Hiyori assured him, “but you have to wait, okay?” She put on a smile for him, holding it there even as his piercing eyes scanned her. It was hard to tell if he believed her, so she placed a hand on his arm. If Yato appreciated the lack of commitment or was suspicious of her fumble and sudden smile. His emotions were once again too quick for her to tell and he returned her smile.

“Fine, fine. If that is what my believer wishes.” Yato said.

---

Unfortunately, Hiyori was human and humans weren’t perfect. She still made promises here and there when she wasn’t thinking and occasionally forgetting to follow through on them. As summer approached and Hiyori laid against the sand, she thought back on their walk, and decided to try a sort of system with Yato. A secret language for only them to know.

“Hey,” she caught Yato’s attention as he rubbed sunblock on Yukine’s back, “Do you two want anything from the snack bar?”

“Yeah!” Yukine said excitedly, “I’ll come with you.” Hiyori stood with him, smiling at his excitement.

“I wanna come!” Yato bounced to his feet, already getting out his glass bottle of five-yen coins. Yukine put his hand on the bottle and pushed it back at his master.

“No, you need to put up the umbrella. Daikoku paid me this morning so I’ll get you something,” The blessed vessel huffed like a sacred decree.

“I want a hot dog and two ice cream cones!” Yato demanded.

“One ice cream cone.”

“Two! Cause I have two favorites and I can’t decide which!”

“One,” Yukine said before walking off with his hands cradling his head. Hiyori giggled at his work as a guide, already feeling Yato’s eyes turn to her. This time she was ready.

“Hiyori,” Yato practically sang her name. Turning on the balls of her feet, Hiyori gave Yato a look she hoped was less amused and more stern. The fact that his grin only grew proved she was failing, they both knew she already made up her mind.

“Will you get me a creamy cone? Or a chocolate pop, depending on what Yukine buys?” Yato put his hands together with a cute puppy-dog look. Like she could ever say no to him.

“Sure, Yato,” Hiyori smiled.

“Really?” He cheered. His face suddenly betrayed his shock when Hiyori stepped forward and grabbed his hands. Lightly and slowly, so as to not startle him and let him move any time.

“I promise,” Hiyori asserted. She gave his hands a gentle squeeze and held his eyes. This position was way too serious for simply getting an ice cream, she hoped after some time he would understand. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, looking between her and their hands with a red face. His sweaty hands twitched in hers and his eyes narrowed like he was trying to figure out a puzzle but clearly not coming up with an answer.

“Thank you, Hiyori.” He thanked her anyway, cautiously, like he was worried he would offend her. She nodded at him with a smile, giving his hands one more squeeze before running after Yukine. Making sure they brought Yato everything he asked for.

---

Thankfully, Yato had a sharp wit and understood patterns quickly. Hiyori was going to make promises here and there, delivering on as many as she could. But, important promises would be coupled with an arm squeeze, a pinky swear, or a hand squeeze. It became something they both looked forward to, a tender moment in time where they could share soft touches.

“Do you think I'm doing this right?” Yato asked one day. They were sitting on Kofuku’s porch while the rest of their friends went to the store, watching the clouds roll by. She was telling him about her day, her family, something that made him happy to listen too. A year ago, Hiyori would have thought this question made no sense and came out of nowhere, but now she knew better.

“Yes,” she slipped her hand in his, “I think you’re doing just fine.” Hiyori kept her smile towards the sky when she felt Yato’s eyes turn to her, it was amazing how they were the same color.

“You promise?” Yato gave her hand a tentative squeeze. Squeezing back, Hiyori let her thumb rub along his knuckles.

“I promise,” Hiyori confirmed.

“But why?” Yato asked. His voice a ghost of what it normally was while he watched her response.

“Because we’re happy,” Hiyori said simply, thinking of including Yukine in this promise just to be sure. Yato seemed to struggle with this information, catching onto who else she included but unsure how much weight it carried. The sweaty hand gripping hers was starting to hurt but she didn’t dare remove it. Just to be safe, Hiyori brought her other hand around and stuck out her pinky. Yato looked at it, then back at her, then at her finger. He brought his pinky to her and hooked them together, Hiyori was the one to squeeze them tight.

They were close, the skin of her knee brushing against his track pants. His body was so warm, palms hot against hers even when he stopped holding her like a lifeline. It was hard to tell who exactly was sweating more, or whose face was more pink but Hiyori definitely felt her face heat up. They sat frozen like that, unsure what to do next and not wanting to upset the other person, their clasped pinkies acting like an anchor.

Seconds ticked on and Hiyori found it increasingly more difficult to hold his eyes. Her strength quickly diminished as the thought of the situation from an outside perspective brought on a wave of embarrassment. Hiyori quickly looked everywhere but the god in front of her, feeling the steam rise off her head. She didn’t see Yato’s eyebrows rise to his hairline nor the grin spreading across his lips.

“Thank you,” Yato purred, “Hiyori.” He leaned forward with a snicker as Hiyori flinched back and tried to hide her red face. He smelled so nice but she didn’t dare try to look at him until she felt him lean back but it was only worse when she did. Tugging her hand closer, Yato brought the other side of his fist up to his lips. Hiyori’s eyes widened when he pressed a kiss to the soft circle of his hand, watching her the whole time. Whatever sounds she thought might gurgle out of her throat were caught as he raised his face up with a grin. His lips were so pink and Hiyori felt herself biting her own.

“Hiyori,” Yato cooed.

“Y-yeah?” Hiyori spluttered, blush stretching to her collarbones as she forced her eyes to meet his.

“A pinky promise doesn’t work unless you blow into your palm,” Yato rolled his eyes playfully, “duh, I told you that.” His smile didn’t falter when Hiyori just forced out an awkward laugh.

“Oh, right.” Hiyori was practically shaking as she slowly pulled their hands closer, eyes flickering up and down and praying for him to stop her and say he was kidding. He didn’t, Yato’s face only got brighter the closer she brought her hands. Steeling herself and throwing her pride to the wind, Hiyori forced out a puff of air on her thumb, her pinky tightening around his as she did. Yato’s gigawatt smile eased into something much softer, he even let out a chuckle which brought a smile back to Hiyori’s face.

“I promise,” she said again.

“I know,” Yato sat back, “thank you, Hiyori.”

“My pleasure Yato-god,” They shook their hands once, twice, before finally letting go. Their other hands remained clasped together until the rest of their friends came bursting through the door.

“We’re back!” Kofuku flounced through the door waving plastic bags. She might have missed the way the two jumped apart, but with a smirk like that probably not.

“What’s for dinner?” Yato skipped to the kitchen, nearly bumping into Daikoku causing the man to hollar. Yukine grabbed him by the ear and nagged him into sitting down.

“We’re having sushi,” Yukine informed the two as Hiyori sat at the table.

“Oh what kind?” Yato leaned forward.

“I don’t know, Daikoku picked them out. I got the snacks.” Yukine said. He accepted the workbook Hiyori handed him, questioning her when she stood.

“I’ll go check,” Hiyori smiled at them. In truth, her face still hasn’t cooled down and it was hard to ignore Yato with his scent still surrounding her.

“Hiyori,” Yato called, causing her heart to sputter as she turned to face him, “you’ll tell me if there’s eel right?”

“Yes, yes.” Hiyori smiled at him with amusement, “I promise.” Something warmed her heart when his eyes filled only with mirth as they rolled in his head.

“Yeah, right. I getcha,” Yato rolled onto his back with a flop. The smile stayed on his face even as Yukine gagged at him and tried to form shrill questions to Hiyori. She wandered into the kitchen and skimmed the familiar ingredients, her pinky being rubbed absentmindedly between her other fingers.

---

“I told you not to go that way, but did you listen?” Hiyori slapped another bandage on his hand, scowling when he winced.

“I figured you were just mad about me crawling through the window! Who surrounds their house with prickle-bushes?” Yato argued back only to suck air through his teeth. Hiyori had seemed rather frantic when he suddenly dove out of the second story window but he chalked it up to her forgetting he was a god. He quickly learned his lesson after he fell through the thorn bush in nothing but a t-shirt, rolled up pants, and flip flops. Hiyori was already waiting at the front door when he limped around the house whining and covered in scratches.

“Well you would have known that had you waited for me to warn you! Honestly, you’re always rushing ahead and jumping into danger,” Hiyori muttered the last part due to its underlying tone but Yato heard it anyway.

“Sorry,” he said after a couple of moments. She didn’t grace him with a response, instead ripping open another bandaid and trying to put ointment on it. Her father and brother did it so much faster, simpler; she hasn’t needed a bandaid in a while so she forgot how it was done. Two bandaids later, with Yato’s careful eyes on her the entire time, his hand came up to rest on hers. She froze while her heart beat faster.

“It’s easier if you do it like this,” Yato spoke into the silence, calming down the frustrated air Hiyori had conjured. He took the closed bandaid and the tube of ointment, taking the bandage out of the wrapping and bending it. A perfect amount of ointment was pressed on the pad, then stuck right on the wound. Using his fingers, he smoothed the bandaid on his skin and removed the wrappings. It was quick and easy, his fingers never once touching the underside of the bandaid or his wound. Just like her Father and Brother.

“There we go! Hiyori?” Yato asked, he bent his body down to try to get a better look at her face. Since he could never read the room he had to rely on facial expressions. Some god of fortune he was.

“What’s wrong?” Yato asked again. He glanced at her hand then back at her worried brow.

“Nothing!” Hiyori straightened back up and chided herself for worrying Yato over something so silly, knowing he took any of her distress very seriously. But it was too late, his concern was painted all over his face.

“You know you can tell me. It can be anything, it doesn't have to be ground breaking,” Yato coaxed with a small smile. His words and expression eased her concerns a bit, allowing a smile to grow on her lips as well.

“You’re really good at putting on bandaids,” Hiyori offered, “You do it the way my dad and brother do.” Grabbing the box, Hiyori pulled another one out and fiddled with it. She heard Yato hum like he had an idea of what she was saying but wasn’t sure. It made her laugh a little bit.

“It’s easy and I can totally teach you,” Yato tried, “and you got a whole nother arm to practice on!” Yato held his other arm out to show his gashes and puncture wounds still waiting to be tended too. Hiyori eyed them with an amused sigh, neither of them mentioned the fact that the wounds were already healing.

Hiyori let him teach her. It wasn’t hard, she watched him do it one more time before copying on the other arm. It took her one try with some encouragement to get it down pat. She worked her way up his arm, Yato smiling as he watched her work. Her hands were always so perfect; pale and thin with perfectly manicured nails while her fingers were nimble and sure. Just like she was. It was relaxing, watching her work with such care.

“You’re going to make a great doctor,” Yato murmured. Her fingers stilled for a moment before stumbling back into her routine.

“I don’t know how great I’ll be if I can’t put on a bandaid properly,” Hiyori tried to joke, even offering a hollow laugh to try to sell it. The air around them shifted and she knew Yato caught onto her attempt, covering things with jokes was one of his many expertise. It hurt to see Hiyori try, even though she was bad at it.

“You can, see? Look! You just did!” Yato waved his arm as she smoothed out another bandage, getting a real giggle out of her, “and you learned it so fast. Hiyori you’re a natural! Almost like it runs in the family, like it’s in your blood-”

“-Alright, Yato,” Hiyori said around her giggles. He chuckled with her as she pulled out the last bandaid. They fell into silence as she applied the ointment one last time and smoothed her fingers over his bicep, covering the last scratch. She pressed down for a moment before letting go, her hands hovering in the air as she eyed her handy work.

“I’m serious,” Yato stated. Her brown eyes shot up to his to find that he looked as serious as he sounded. Hiyori tried to force a smile but he didn’t budge, cursing his ability to go from cute to hot based on his mood. Something tugged at the back of her mind and made her heart a bit heavier.

“What makes you so sure?” Hiyori asked, curious if it was a godly-knowledge thing or just because she was always there to tend to his wounds.

“I just know,” Yato smirked at his wisdom.

“Oh yeah?” Hiyori teased.

“Yeah,” Yato’s honest tone was back, “I know you’ll make a great doctor.” He reached out and gently slipped his fingers between hers. Hiyori sucked in air as he held their hands up, looking at their contrasting skin tones and his cheery smile.

“I promise,” Yato said as he squeezed their palms together. Hiyori felt her face heat up as her heart stuttered and ached, she felt tears gathering but refused to let them show. Instead she let her head tip forward, Yato’s forehead meeting hers half way.

“You promise?” Hiyori shifted her hand around so it was held comfortably, Yato’s other hand came forward to do the same. They watched his thumb brush over her knuckles. She felt Yato swallow before bringing both her hands up to his lips and pressing a kiss to her fingers.

“I promise.”

[roughentumble]

#Geralt just falls more in love with him #Geralt talks to Yen about it and she laughs her fucking ass off #Geralt's like ''I feel awful she keeps asking if she can spend more time with Jaskier...'' #and Yen goes ''but she can't bc /you're/ spending time with him'' and Geralt nods and groans bc he's the worst dad ever #Yen rolls her eyes and assures him it's fine - that he's allowed to wanna spend time with his bf just the two of them #that he shouldn't feel guilty about all the crazy hot monkey sex he's having with Jaskier - that he's earned indulging himself #and maintaining a relationship #Geralt just grumbles ''it's not crazy monkey sex...''

GSHDBMSNSMSBS cuteeee

literally been thinking about this all day at work: modern au with single dad Geralt who's recently started dating his best friend Jaskier, who also happens to be Ciri's favorite babysitter, but it's still so new that Geralt hasn't explained it to Ciri yet

but Geralt ends up feeling super guilty, like he's stolen her best friend away, bc now whenever Geralt has plans it's with Jaskier so Ciri ends up staying with her uncles and she doesn't understand bc she's just a little kid so she cries to Geralt about how Jaskier doesn't wanna play with her anymore

nnnoooOOOooo baby girllll ;A;