#but yea<3 geralt<3

[lonesome-squire]

Cat!Geralt

My unhealthy obsession with the witcher meets my mediocre obsession with wc

[nullio]

Local Bard, trying his best

[outofmymindbebacklater]

the Witcher Netflix seems to have convinced the fandom that it's like this,

geralt: I'm a monster, nobody can love me :(

jaskier: no you're not <3 I'll love you

geralt: no we're not friends >:(

when really it's like this lol

book geralt: yea I'm a monster, that's my lot in life

book dandelion: oh stop fucking whining, anyway it's great to see you

book geralt: dandelion, my friend, how are you

[writerscafehub]

𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙳𝚄𝙲𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙰 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝚈: @fushic0re

ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ . 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐀:

From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)

        I’d say a 3.5. I’m proud of my work, but there’s always room to grow and improve. 

2. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

        I think my writing style focuses a lot on the complexity of the inner emotions the characters feel. I like to take a lot of time fleshing out their inner selves that way when there’s dialogue or they commit a specific act, readers are able to say to themselves “yea, this is very them”. All in all, I like a lot of emotion. 

3. Are there any writers that inspire you?

        My fellow writers café members inspire me! Everyone has such different styles and ideas, it really makes me want to be more innovative. I don’t really have any specific muses, to be honest–the fanfiction fandom in general makes me want to write and see my ideas developed.

4. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

        “Take Me Into Your Arms, Siren’s Call” and “Dance In The Dark”. 

5. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write and which do you find most difficult to write?

        Steve Rogers for sure is my easiest. I love that man with my entire being and have dissected him and my interpretation of him so many times. I find Geralt of Rivia a bit difficult to write, hence why there’s no work for him.

6. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

        There’s not really a who, more like a what–my emotional wounds. Writing is used as a tool for me to not only bring my ideas to life, but use them as vessels to work out these emotions and proverbially close that chapter of my life by turning them into something positive. 

7. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about!

        I have a very cute “Spy x Family” meets “The Incredibles” one shot for Miguel O’Hara in the works featuring Filipina!Reader, Gabriella O’Hara, and reader’s daughter hehe 

8. First fandom you ever wrote for?

        I’m really gonna expose myself here…it was for Black Veil Brides LMAOOOO 

9. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

        GIRL (gender neutral); black cat gf x golden retriever bf, the mean one being soft for the sunshine one, enemies to lovers, reincarnation. 

10. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

        Mafia/mob boss. I have one singular wip with that trope and after that, I’m retiring it. Cannot stand it, no offense. 

11. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

        Definitely my demon! Lee Bodecker and ghost!Steve Rogers fics. Those were RIDES.

12. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

ENEMIES TO LOVERS, BLACK CAT GF x GOLDEN RETRIEVER BF, and THE GRUMPY ONE BEING SOFT FOR THE SUNSHINE ONE. I clearly have a preference. 

13. Do you listen to anything while you write?

        Either bossanova, classical music, jazz, lo-fi, or a playlist I made specifically for whatever I’m writing.

14. One-shots or multi-chaptered works?

I don’t have a preference tbh. they’re both very impactful, it just depends on the plot in question. 

15. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!

yES ALL THE TIME. especially for fluff pieces with family dynamics, I always wanna create little side drabbles in the style of “modern family” like they have their very own sitcom. 

16. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?

writing for Geralt of Rivia. The deep lore for The Witcher seems like a lot of ground to cover. 

17. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

I can’t remember anything specific, but my fic “Take Me Into Your Arms, Siren’s Call” received a good amount of super meaningful feedback from Filipino readers that meant a lot to me. They expressed how much it meant for them to be seen, especially in a fantasy-fairy tale like story that incorporated our culture.

18. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?

Yes, lore building for “Take Me Into Your Arms, Siren’s Call”! I’ve never written anything in the fantasy genre, so that was definitely a challenge. It turned out amazing. I loved writing it and that fic is one that is near and dear to my heart. 

19. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?

I’m a fucking baby and I can only have angst if it’s followed with fluff…..but I do love angst.

20. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!

EEEEEE I currently have one OC for a re-write of my series called “Keeping Up With The Starks”. Her name is Camila Santos Stark, a Filipina-American who is the only daughter of Tony Stark. She’s a spoiled heiress but is definitely a no-nonsense woman who you do not want to underestimate. She’s described by others around her as the rational version of Tony–the snark is there, but so are a bunch of other characteristics that Tony doesn’t possess. Steve Rogers is her love interest. He thought she was a spoiled brat, but look who fell in love!

21. If you could enter the universe of any one of your fics, which would it be and why?

Definitely “Take Me Into Your Arms, Siren’s Call” – it’s pure fantasy which sounds amazing. Plus, Namor! 

22. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?

Eh, there’s nothing really interesting going on behind the scenes–I just write at night with a candle lit. 

23. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

        “I’m a beauty, I’m a beast, it defends on the feast” – “So Cool” by Dounia

24. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

        If writing frustrates you, that’s a sign for you to step away and take a break. If you initially started writing because you love it, continue to lead with love–don’t kill the joy.

[archdevilsupreme]

Nine People To Get To Know Better

Note: uh ohh here I am, 7 days fashionably late, properly embarrassed by the fact that I forgot to finish and post this and instead just saved it to my drafts like the mess I am, BUT I still wanna post it, though with a face as red as a tomato.. also I'm too embarrassed to tag anyone, whoever reads this is very welcome to act as if I tagged them, we all deserve a little love <3

Am humbled to have been tagged by @starkspi (thank you so much! I, too see you on my dash & notifs a lot and it's always a pleasure)

Last Song I Listened to: Borislav Slavov's Raphael's Final Act (gods I'm laughing about that one, just checked my spotify and yea.. in my defence, I listen to ambient music whenever I am at home and this most definitely is ambience to me) starting a petition for an official ambient version to be released on spotify..

Currently Watching: rewatching Sabrina The Teenage Witch & Modern Family

Sweet/Savory/Spicy?: really wanna go full Geralt and refuse to choose, but for the sake of honesty, I could never go without sweet foods

Relationship Status: as they say, taken (I do not know where to tho yet)

Current Obsession: no brain, only Baldur's Gate in it, oh and sewing

Last Thing I Googled: searched for a cat's heart rate, as I keep forgetting theirs is wayyy higher and it freaks me tf out sometimes

[kafkaoftherubble]

BASICALLY Osvald's story is a revenge story. His wife and daughter were killed and he was sent to prison so he escapes to avenge them. When he escapes, he finds out his daughter is alive and changes his goal to saving her from the murderer because the murderer altered her memories so she doesn't know her dad at all.

1. Magic

Throughout his entire story, they talk about "the one true magic" (OTM). Osvald is trying to figure out what OTM is and finally accidentally uses it in the final chapter. The source of magic was love so he loved his daughter so much, he accidentally used never before hidden magic to protect her and I think that's super sweet

2. His daughter

Problem is, after saving his daughter, he hands her over to an old friend and abandons her. He keeps talking about how much he loves his daughter and how he only lives for her, but he doesn't seem to actually care about her because he abandons her so quickly.

3. Revenge

He's CONVINCED revenge will make him feel better but his friend keeps telling him over and over that revenge won't bring them back and he'll just feel empty. This is remedied by having him decide to save his daughter instead of kill his wife's killer.

4. Father figure

He's like a dad to the other main characters and I love father figure characters so very much because they're just so silly. I love Seteth a lot for a lot of the same reasons as Osvald.

5. Design

Physically huge, big hair, looks absolutely terrifying but turns out he's just kinda sad and autistic.

I hate Osvald but I also really really love him and feel like he was done dirty by the devs. One of the fics I'm writing about him is a rewrite of his story because I didn't like the ending. I'll reblog this post with my favorite official art of him.

Whoa. I didn't even know my Ask Box could actually allow a long post until right now and I'm actually glad this is the Ask that showed me the world way

Wait, so... is Osvald a scholarly guy? Or a mercenary kinda guy? He does magic in the end, so... scholarly guy? A mercenary-wizard type?

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Father Doing Everything For His Daughter is truly a classic! It's mostly always Father and Daughter too (I don't remember one that involves a father and a son. Strange. When it's a father and his son, it's usually about a rivalry...). The character that fits this archetype that I know of, is Geralt of Rivia. The Witcher! And yea, he's also pretty silly. Maybe it's just part of the Fatherhood package; Dad Jokes complimentary.

And yet they are also frequently depicted as rather wise and learned. Paternalistic, even. Seteth was like that!

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YES PICTURE! PICTURE! PICTURE!

[lana-1526]

another fae!jaskier thing

Expanding off of my previous one. I like to think that summer is a very happy preppy kind of gal with very provocative clothing like borderline prostitute just to mess with humans. Fall encourages this and also dresses up the same lmao. Jaskier as spring probs did it as well at one point, most especially to just mess with Geralt. And winter probably have done it only once but is just very like the eldest sibling amongst them even though technically they were all born at the same time.  I also like the idea of bird wings for the fae? But more specifically for winter and summer. Not sure what wings I want for Jaskier or for fall honestly. ALSO that there is like different courts yea?? like faery courts that are for each season but there is another court (more like a council of high fae) that essentially rules all the others  and that’s where the four seasons are in, in that high council along with a high queen fae. Like there are different courts dedicated per season but the season fae (Jask and his siblings) don’t exactly rule it as they’re much too busy with their tasks for keeping the seasons in balance. The ones that do rule it are kind of like devoted or their powers are more oriented to their season. 

Edit:

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

[keepthemacramesecret]

I posted 2,199 times in 2022

That's 821 more posts than 2021!

39 posts created (2%)

2,160 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@smolshork

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@witcherbeech

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I tagged 737 of my posts in 2022

#a - 41 posts

#🥺 - 6 posts

#mcr - 4 posts

#!!! - 4 posts

#yea yea yea - 4 posts

#yeah - 4 posts

#👀 - 4 posts

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#acd holmes - 3 posts

#👀👀👀 - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#sorry those are different measurement systems its just that i have no idea what the celsius was in texas and no idea what the farhenheit was

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

netflix witcher truly made the funniest decisions wrt jaskier bc like. im reading the books now and i’ve played a fair bit of the wild hunt and listen dandelion is fruity as hell and geralt is also clearly not straight but they rly do not come across as anything other than friends, but having jaskier b like. desperately following him around hoping for a shred of affection and then geralt outwardly claiming not to like him but being so visibly fond of him anyway like none of this was necessary sdkfkdf they chose to do it this way.

27 notes - Posted February 10, 2022

#4

Bad news guys im doing timeline math and im pretty sure holmes and watson are 27-28 and 24-25 respectively in study in scarlet

55 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

#3

hi im not done thinking about the empty house actually, it's in the fact that the title literally references the setting of morans arrest but also the emptiness of baker st itself without holmes and watson. and within that, the idea of holmes and watson in baker st as A Complete Home despite the gender and family norms of the time. idk. much to think about

61 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

#2

Ok so we all know how the amazing devil lyrics use a lot of recurring Themes and Motifs, well a few wks ago i made a table to try and get like a visual overview of all the songs' connections to each other, and im still working on a good way to display that bc its A Lot. But in the meantime i dropped all 59 threads i was following into a perchance generator so u can get ur own tad vibes songwriting prompts!

72 notes - Posted March 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

hey whats up idk how many of yall r in ireland but if anyone wants 2 tickets to mcr at kilmainham hospital (dublin) on may 24th, i cant use them so i have to resell, just dm me and we’ll sort it out :)

76 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

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[thewhiteoneofrivia]

[thewhizzyhead]

the amount of dodging i do in The Witcher 3 because of my low-levelled Geralt's pisspoor armor and health just proves that if i ever play Elden Ring or any of the dark souls games, I would either end up as a certified dodging master worthy of battling a Dark Souls boss or start completely bawling out of frustration in the first 15 minutes of me playing it

[maddyshome]

I don’t know why I think Jaskier and Geralt are 100% opposite zodiac signs like maybe pisces (jaskier) and virgo (geralt) or EVEN MORE LIKELY leo (jaskier) and aquarius (geralt)

[olhetti]

Some fae!Geralt art I did inspired by Wicked Things by @redkelpie! It really is a great fic that I literally just re-read because I looked in there for references. :P

Started out trying to be realistic, but eventually realized I really just couldn't get the right expression.

So here's the best I could do on realizing-your-friend-has-no-survival-instinct-and-wondering-how-he's-still-alive.

Bonus attempt at a different scene!

[gridelinart]

this post is for................they

jaskier is unequivocally the best character in the show (+ i hope i get to interact w him in the games) so i did some doodles of the two of them bc their dynamic is just SO enthralling

like yes give me a man who believes himself a monster with the only person who’s ever treated him like a human. love tha t

[pillage-and-lute]

The Courting Ways of Wolves (Part 5)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

This is the final real plot chapter. Part 6 (epilogue) is up now.

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They had stayed in the merchant village a few more days, Geralt taking a few contracts, and then they’d left, although not before Geralt could buy the books for Jaskier and Ciri. He kept them wrapped in the brown paper the grumpy old merchant had used and squirreled them away in his pack.

And life more or less went back to normal. 

Geralt was trying, though. He was fastidious about giving Jaskier a compliment at least once a day, and he minded his manners. About two weeks after the merchant village, in a different and much less friendly town, Geralt had a new contract.

“You’ve managed to anger a wind spirit,” Geralt said. Sometimes he couldn’t believe the depths of human stupidity. 

“Well, we didn’t mean to,” the alderman said. “But that little trilithon has been there for ages, and the boys of the village were playing and...knocked it over.”

Geralt pinched the bridge of his nose. “They knocked over the spirit’s temple,” he said.

“Well, not so much a temple, is it, it’s only about yea high,” the Alderman said, gesturing at about hip height.

“It is still a temple,” Geralt said, speaking slowly so that his words were understood. “And the wind spirit is tied to it’s temple. How would you like it if someone went kicking about inside your soul?”

“Is that why it’s throwing a fit then?”

Throwing a fit? Geralt thought. Having your soul knocked over must be horrible, of course the spirit was ‘throwing a fit’.

“Yes,” he said. 

“But you can help us?” the Alderman flapped his hands. “No one can go into the forest to hunt or even get firewood.”

“I’ll go right the trilithon, set it back as it should be,” Geralt said. “For the price we agreed.”

“Yes, yes,” said the man. “And that’ll fix it.”

“Yes,” Geralt said. “But once it’s done I’d recommend lighting some incense by the temple. Air spirits like that sort of thing, show you’re sorry.”

“Really?”

Geralt resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose again. “Yes, really. And if you leave more regular offerings it might even be friendly.”

“Offerings?”

“Light a candle by it, let the wind blow it out,” Geralt growled, thoroughly done with the conversation. “That’s what wind spirits like, incense and putting out candles. Really, spirits just like being remembered.”

The alderman agreed and Geralt left, buying a small candle from a wax worker on his way out of the town. Jaskier caught up not a meter past the last building in town.

“So,” he said excitedly. “Wind spirit.” 

“Yes,” Geralt said. “But you aren’t coming.”

Jaskier pouted, but Geralt didn’t look lest he give in. 

“It’s dangerous,” he said. “I don’t know how angry the spirit is, they can be very powerful.”

“I’ll stay behind you.”

“That may not do you much good. Go back to the inn.”

“No.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt growled low, trying to get his wayward bard to see the point. “It’s not safe.”

“I. Don’t. Care.”

“You could get hurt.”

“I’ll be fine.”

They bickered the whole of the way to the woods where the temple was. Jaskier pulled out his notebook, he’d left his lute at the inn. 

The wind picked up, whirling ominously around them, lifting Geralt’s hair from his shoulders and rifling through Jaskier’s notebook. 

“Perhaps this shall have to be committed to memory, Jaskier said, tucking the notebook back into his doublet. The wind blew again and Jaskier shivered against the chill, so out of place in the middle of summer.

“Just,” Geralt said. “Stay behind me, and stay close.”

They made their way through the wood, the wind getting steadily stronger. The wood was old, full of venerable oaks with branches twisted with time. Roots seemed to try to trip them at every opportunity and the going was slow. At last, near the center, Geralt saw the little clearing. One shaft of light that made it’s way through the canopy lit on the three stones, collapsed in the center of the clearing. 

The toe of Geralt’s boot entered the clearing and suddenly the wind roared. Leaves, twigs, and acorns, lifted from the ground and hurtled past as the gale ripped about them. Jaskier had to press himself to a tree to avoid being blown over and Geralt staggered. 

Nevertheless, he took another step into the clearing. “I’m trying to help,” he said into the wind, the sound ripped away as soon as it left his lips. 

One more step.

The world exploded around him. He and Jaskier were thrown to the forest floor. The wind whipped like great ropes about them. Tree branches cracked off and splinters flew with deadly speed. Geralt crawled to Jaskier and pressed him to the ground, cradled by the roots of the large oak next to them. A splinter as long as Geralt’s hand embedded itself an inch deep into the tree root beside his head.

He curled around Jaskier as the wind screamed around them. He’d never minded the bard being as tall as he was, it made him feel less out of place, less monstrous, but today he wished he could shrink Jaskier down. He covered as much of him as he could, draping his body of Jaskier’s own. Geralt’s forehead pressed into the dirt next to Jaskier’s head, his shoulders blocking the most of the wind and the shrapnel from Jaskier’s face. Geralt curled his arms around his love, one under his back, wrapping him close, and the other coming up so that his hand could cup the back of Jaskier’s head. He turned Jaskier’s face towards his neck to protect it. 

Splinters and chunks of wood attacked them, whipped by the howling wind. Something sliced into the back of Geralt’s neck. He wished he’d worn his armor. He’d been foolish, walking into the woods without it. Thinking he could reason with an angry spirit. 

More wood sliced into his back and shoulders, and he felt the trickle of blood seeping into his shirt. 

“I wish,” he said in Jaskier’s ear. “That you’d stayed at the inn, I wish you weren’t here, in the midst of all this.”

“I hate being left at the inn,” Jaskier said. 

“But then you’d be safe.”

“But then I wouldn’t be with you.”

“If you weren’t with me you’d be safe,” Geralt said, wincing as another splinter embedded itself in his arm.

“When you leave me behind, I wonder if you’ll come back,” Jaskier said quietly. It was barely audible over the wind, but he whispered it almost directly into Geralt’s ear.

“I wouldn’t leave without you,” Geralt said. He hadn’t done that in more than twenty years.

“I don’t mean-Geralt I worry you’ll die. Like a witcher, all alone with some monster and I’ll just sit there in some damn inn and wait. I’ll wait a day, then another, then a third. And eventually I’ll find your body.”

“I wouldn’t leave without you,” Geralt repeated. It seemed like the right thing to say.

“I’d rather be here, right now,” Jaskier said, curling further into Geralt as the wind slammed wood into the ground beside them. “Than live that nightmare.”

The wind screamed again, splinters embedding themselves into Geralt’s flesh again. He grunted in pain but said, “I’ll get us out of this.” He didn’t say the ‘I love you’ that was trembling on his tongue. Now wasn’t the time. Not yet.

He held out one hand, wincing as shrapnel lacerated it, and cast a tiny igni. The wind blew it out immediately, but the howling lessened. 

Geralt did it again.

Again the flame blew out, but the wind spirit was calming.

“If you let me get closer, I can put your temple back,” he said. 

The wind whistled, but it sounded considering, although maybe that was just Geralt being hopeful. 

“Okay,” he said. “I’m coming nearer.” He crept closer to the clearing. The wind picked up again, but it felt more wary than threatening. 

He got almost within arms reach of the temple’s fallen stones and the wind howled again. It put Geralt in mind of a pet dog, sick and mad with pain, nipping it’s owners hand. A warning, but not an attack. Not yet.

“Another flame?” He asked. The wind blew some leaves around his feet.

He pulled the candle from his pocket and lit it with a concentrated igni. It was blown out and he could have sworn the accompaning gust sounded like a chuckle. 

“Okay,” he said, reaching out. “I’m gonna fix your temple, don’t kill me.” He looked across the clearing. Jaskier was standing, looking cautiously over at him. Geralt nodded. Jaskier smiled.

Geralt balanced the trilithon back into place.

The wind died suddenly and the clearing was surprisingly still. 

Geralt brushed off a flat stone just in front of the little temple, half buried beneath the earth. He melted the bottom of the candle and stuck it onto the stone. Jaskier came to kneel beside him and set down a handful of dandelions. They were the ones Geralt had heard him call ‘wish dandelions’, full heads of fluffy seeds ready to spread. 

A tiny burst of wind twirled the seeds away, spinning them in whimsical little loops through the air. 

Jaskier smiled at the display, but it quickly turned into a frown when he saw Geralt’s lacerated back. 

“You’re hurt,” he said, looking guilty. 

“Not badly.”

“Still,” Jaskier, said, standing. “Our business is done here, correct?”

Geralt nodded.

They walked into town and for once, with Geralt sliced and bleeding, the alderman didn’t even argue the payment.

The inn was too small for a bath, but a basin of lukewarm water and a rag was provided. Geralt sat on the floor, shirt off, with Jaskier’s legs bracketing him. The bard was sitting on the narrow bed and running the dap rag over Geralt’s back, pulling splinters when he could.

“You know,” he said after a while. “A few splinters wouldn’t have killed me, you didn’t have to shield me with your own body.”

Geralt turned and gently took the cloth from Jaskier’s hand, then he pressed a kiss to the back of the knuckles. 

Jaskier’s breath caught.

“I did have to,” Geralt said. “I can’t stand to see you hurting.”

Jaskier looked at Geralt intently. “Geralt,” he said, voice sincere. “It’s okay, alright? You don’t have to keep doing all this.”

Geralt’s heart dropped. Jaskier loved him, surely, but did he want Geralt to stop courting him?

“Geralt, I forgave you a long time ago. I think I forgave you the second I saw you clutching Ciri like your life depended on it.” Jaskier said.

“This isn’t about the mountain,” Geralt said, taking Jaskier’s hand again. “I know you forgive me, and some days--most days, I think you shouldn’t have. It’s about...Jaskier I don’t know how to say this.”

He fumbled quickly in his bag.

“Here,” he handed Jaskier a bit of paper, by now very crumpled.

“Number One,” Jaskier read. “Kiss his hand...Geralt, what?”

“Keep reading.”

“Number Two, use manners. You have been saying please sometimes lately. Number Three, compliment him (his music, his features, how he looks after a battle) How he looks after a battle?”

“Ciri’s suggestion,” Geralt said.

“Where did Ciri...? Ah, Eist, of course. Number Four, kill things and bring them to him. Is that why you’ve been hunting so much lately?”

“I’m trying to show that, that I can provide for you,” Geralt said sheepishly. 

“Oh Geralt,” Jaskier said, leaning in. “You already do so much for me.”

“Number Five,” Geralt said, having long ago memorized the list by heart. “Bring him gifts that aren’t dead.” He offered the knife and sheath he’d bought a few weeks back. 

“According to my family, our family, gifts should be useful, romantic, and pretty.” 

Jaskier took the moonsilver dagger. There were tears in his eyes. “Geralt, you’ve been courting me?”

“Do you accept?”

Jaskier threw himself off the bed and into Geralt’s arms. “Yes,” he whispered. “A million times yes.” He was crying, but for once Geralt knew what the emotions meant. These were happy tears. They wet his collar as Jaskier held onto him.

“I don’t have any gifts for you,” the bard sniffled.

“You are a gift, Geralt said, pleased that this most important of times, the words worked. “Pretty, romantic, useful.” He looked into Jaskier’s eyes. Even in low light they were so, so blue. 

“I love you.”

“You...” Jaskier said. “How long?”

“I didn’t know it until Eskel pulled my head from my ass,” Geralt said ruefully. “But I think I’ve loved you as long as I’ve known you.”

Jaskier chuckled damply and pressed a kiss to the bridge of Geralt’s nose. “I love you too,” he said. 

Geralt swallowed back the lump forming quickly in his throat. “And I know,” it was no good, emotion was rising up and clogging his words. He felt his tear ducts resisting the moisture that welled in his eyes. “I know I won’t be able to love you as long as I’d like.”

He began to cry in earnest now, but he held Jaskier’s face in his hands and continued. “But I will love you every day for the rest of your life, and then I’ll love you for every day the rest of mine.”

Jaskier was crying too, and he mimicked Geralt’s position, holding Geralt’s face and rubbing one thumb over the long scar on Geralt’s cheek. 

“Darling, dear heart,” he said. “My love, I know we never brought it up, but I thought you knew.”

“Knew...?”

“I’m a half-elf, dearest. I don’t age. No other chaos as far as I’ve found but you’ll have me forever,” Jaskier said, smiling even as tears rolled down his face.

“Forever?”

“Forever,”Jaskier confirmed. “Will that do?”

“Forever couldn’t possibly be long enough,” Geralt said.

Then Jaskier leaned in and kissed him. 

It was like fireworks. It was like the first snow of winter and the snowmelt in spring. It was every season rolled into one and somehow more real than any of them. It tasted like mouth and the beeswax mixture Jaskier wore to keep his lips soft and it was perfect. 

They kissed on the floor of the dingy inn room until Jaskier’s stomach growled and they had dinner together in the tavern like often did. Jaskier played his lute after dinner like he always did. They slid into bed beside one another like they sometimes did. 

This time, though, everything was better. It was peppered with kisses and love. And when they went to bed Geralt didn’t have to resist cuddling Jaskier at all.

Best of all, he got to be the little spoon.

Geralt thought of the two books in his bag and the little list that Jaskier had carefully folded into his notebook. He couldn’t wait for winter to see his whole family again. Courting didn’t work out exactly as they, or he, had thought it would, but it was better than he could have ever imagined.

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