#but jask! its only been 8 days since the ask came in!

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You mean that WASNT karna I saw winning mr universe 1973 with his patented wheel lift??? Wtf I want a refund

I noticed this in here the other day (i wasnt notified when i got it originally? thanks tumblr) and i have NO idea what this was in regards to gfhgdkfd

Karna for Mr. Universe 1973. and also Mr Universe 2023

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Snowed In p9

guys. its the second to last part. the slow smutty burn is almost over. (this isn’t smutty tho i promise)

Pairing: Geralt x fem!reader

Warnings: wallowing in self pity? I don’t think theres any

Summary: They find the bard, the bard smells some bullshit. (kinda)

part 8 here!

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Geralt followed you down the mountain in a daze. He'd woken early and prepared everything to leave before the sun had come up. He let himself brush a lock of hair out of your face before gently waking you, savoring every last moment in this odd little paradise.

You both settled into silence as he rode behind you but his mind refused to be quieted.  The night before played over and over in his mind like one of the bard's stupid, catchy songs. He could still feel your breath against his lips and your hands in his hair, lingering ghosts of your touch all over his body. 

When the two of you found Jaskier sitting on a fence that marked the beginnings of civilization, Geralt thought he could resume the normal rhythm.  He even succeeded for a while, Jaskier noticed nothing until your trio settled into a clearing to make camp. 

He caught Geralt staring first, just raising an eyebrow, but letting it go easy enough. When you came up behind Geralt and fixed his hair as he was building the fire Jaskier's eyes lit up. He tried to catch Geralt's eye but, ever the stubborn one, he kept focused on the fire. As the three of you sat on a log and ate, you leaned against him and he instinctively moved his arm to pull you closer and Jaskier nearly choked on his food. Though, to Geralt's surprise, the bard kept quiet. 

Jaskier laid out his bedroll between you two and Geralt did his best to hide his disappointment. Jaskier grinned, babbling on about his winter adventures as if he didn't know exactly what he was doing. 

Doesn't matter. Couldn't hold her anyway.

"Jaskier?" You interrupted his retelling of a bar fight he'd had, to Geralt's relief. 

"Yes, dear?" 

"Shut the fuck up I'm tired." You shimmied into your bedroll and curled in on yourself. 

Geralt snorted but Jaskier just rolled his eyes, "I see you've picked up the brute's sour demeanor over the winter." 

You reached out and flicked him where he sat next to you, earning a laugh but no follow up as Jaskier let you doze off in peace. 

His eyes followed Geralt around the campsite as he went about his nightly ritual but he pretended not to see. He knew his friend was waiting for something, knew he was in for some kind of lecture, but giving Jaskier the satisfaction of the moral high ground was something he wasn't keen on. Finally Geralt ran out of busy tasks and settled down for the night, fighting the urge to check if you were warm enough and lay his cloak over top of your now sleeping form. 

Jaskier laid on his side, head propped up on his hand with a shit eating grin on his face as he whispered, “Is she asleep yet?”

Geralt just nodded, closing his eyes in the hopes his friend would let him be.

“I heard the rumors but I didn’t think they were true.”

Geralt sighed, wishing to be anywhere but there, “What rumors?”

Jaskier poked his shoulder, “Of you two getting together! And some more descriptive stories, well done by the way. I mean I am a little hurt that you wouldn’t just tell me. I am your best friend after all, I don’t see why you’d need to hide this from me. I think you two are lovely to-”

“Shut up Jask.” Geralt grunted, turning on his side to face away from the now rambling ball of excitement. The assumption hurt enough, knowing it wouldn’t happen, but he didn’t want to hear anyone finish that last sentence. He agreed, no doubt, but the words stung. 

“Oooohhhh, I see. Protecting your lady’s modesty. I get it. I’ll ask her about it tomorrow then.” 

Geralt rolled back over, a panic rising in his chest that he hadn’t felt in decades, “Don’t you dare.”

Jaskier’s brow furrowed, “The fuck not?”

This thick bastard.

Geralt dragged his hand over his face, doing his best to settle the nerves in his gut, “We aren't- I… it was just sex.”

The dawn of realization on Jaskier’s features was replaced with pity, “Oh Geralt. You didn’t?”

He just nodded, somehow someone else knowing made it all the more lonely.

“Well does she know?” Jaskier lowered his whisper even further, craning his neck to look over his shoulder, double checking you were still asleep. 

Geralt wanted nothing more than to go to sleep, well that wasn’t entirely true, but at the moment he just wanted to escape, “Know what?”

The silence from his friend made him curious, sparing the bard a glance. Jaskier was looking at him like he’d tried brewing his tea with hemlock.

Geralt sneered, “Know what?”

“That you love her?”

Something tingled behind the roof of his mouth, his eyes stung in a way he almost didn’t recognize. It had been so long since he was close to crying he wasn’t entirely sure what it felt like anymore. He hadn’t even admitted it to himself and here Jaskier was, throwing the fact back in his face after less than a day. Sure he knew he was infatuated with you, a little too attached perhaps, but love? Yeah, that was it. Only was love supposed to wrap around your heart and constrict like this? Was he supposed to be this miserable?

His face must have told Jaskier everything, “You should tell her,” he whispered, laying back to look up at the stars, “Even if you think it might kill you.”

Geralt swallowed back the knot in his throat, “Why in the spheres would I do that?”

“Because it has to be better than wallowing in your heartbreak alone.”

Fuck you.

Geralt once again rolled away from his friend, staring off into the trees. He laid like that all night. No blessed sleep came to him. 

He missed the smell of your hair and how it would stick in his stubble when you nuzzled into his collar bone. He was cold for the first time in what felt like ages and longed to be back at that wretched inn. He missed the feeling of your fingertips brushing against his skin, lulling him to sleep. Your giggles and squeals of delight seemed to haunt him now and there was nothing he could do but sit in the pain, letting it cover him like a fresh blanket of snow. 

He sat up at first light, annoyed by the wetness on his cheeks, but not necessarily surprised. 

Jaskier stirred when he got up, reaching out to grab his arm in his haze, “Did you sleep at all?”

Geralt shook his head, letting the bard keep a grip on his wrist.

“You need to tell her.”

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Part 10 here!

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