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yeah yeah, this quarrel between Adam and Roddy happened five years ago, Now I want to present to you the (obvious) observations that this quarrel is not between friends, but rather a quarrel between lovers.
1- Roddy tries to be a wise man
2- Adam chases him and screams madly
3- Roddy’s overreacting there
4- Kyle is done with the situation as if he is used to these lovers quarreling.
5- Adam asks Kyle to move so he can see Roddy's face.
6- Adam calls Roderick “Roddy” in the middle of the fight (this is an important note)
7- Adam calls Roddy a little bitch.
8- Roddy responds to this by asking: “I’m a little bitch?”
9- Roddy throws the badge
10- Adam repeats the saying “little bitch”
11- Roddy takes off the shirt
12- Adam says “take it off”
13- Bobby and Kyle’s failed attempts
14- Adam scolds Roddy and regrets that immediately
I don't care, this is a sex scene for me
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"youve already written that trope" yesss. i like it a lots. i will be writing it again. 1000 stories of the same trope over and over again for ten million years
#'enemies to lovers' BANGER#'one is bridal carrying the other while theyre injured' BANGER#'sacrifice of something important' BANGER#'drunken chapter that results in at least one fist fight' BANGER#theres more but only me and readers who have read all of my fics througout fandoms will help me find the patterns#sara shush
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Alastor: “Now, let’s talk about literally anything else please!”
Me: “Good! Cause I don’t know where you went so I can’t go further with this!😂”
#grey art#hazbin hotel comic#hazbin hotel#comic#radiorose#hazbin rosie#Rosie#alastor#yay gothic pastels!#love and light to all the people who like doing enemies to lovers with lucifer and al but…#I personally think he responds better when you’re genuinely nice to him 😅#I don’t know I’m not here to fight anyone#you want soft comics or not?#*kisses you softly on the forehead*💕#queer platonic relationship
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kiss of the divine
#vashwood#vash the stampede#nicholas d wolfwood#trigun#trigun maximum#ruporas art#i will always love u vol 8… Obviously i was a vw lover even thru stampede alone but i think this chapter#really set it in stone for me 😭 aughhh wolfwood pleading to god and vash answers - that allll transpiring after wolfwood risked his life#to go Save vash in the first place - he fears death twice as much as anyone else. he is all the reason i need to fight#LIKEEEEE 🥲🥲🥲🥲 I drew this because i wanted them to kiss in my fucked up idealized world but truly canon did crazy work#in establishing their undeniable mutual trust and love already
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kajsa my latest nefarious girlie, sporting the latest fashion (wearing her family members' pelts and carrying around her enemy's head on a stick)
#my art#oc#kajsa#bear#anthro#furry#i loooove brown bears so much. crazy that this is my first bear character. i'm a renowned bear lover#not my usual style but i had a lot of fun. painting is fun sometimes#could not be bothered to figure out how to paint the goat though so i gave up. it is what it is#got so much stuff to do in prep for art fight. goat head detail had to be sacrified along the way#illustration
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stinky girl
#art#my art#artists on tumblr#re8#resident evil village#resident evil 8#resident evil#resident lover#mia winters#POV after the bela fight
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Empress and her Bodyguard.
(OCs, grey haired lady Zaphira she/her, demon Shargon he/they)
(also some details up close)
and this guy bc i find him funny
#ganondoodles#art#digital art#painting#artists on tumblr#ocs#original character#look i had to call it quits at some point#so if i waited anylonger to post it in whatever form of finished it was i would have lost interest and would never have posted it so#here it is#also you guys get more info#zaphira is the empress of the largest land in this world and conquered most of it in her youth#she used to be obsessed with war bc she wanted to prove herself to be the strongest ruler there was after the violent death of her-#adopted parents#she grew to see that that isnt the way in part bc of her lover at that time who was a general in her army#but she died in that battle and since then zaphira has been trying to rebuild whatever she destroyed and give back what she can#but she is still very hated and couldnt leave her palace for the longest time bc of assassins until she heard of a demon lurking around#and sought him out to be her bodyguard bc who would dare attack her when shes got a demon at her side#this is her arriving at the palace of another country whos leader challegned her to a fist fight bc he thought shes frail and old#(its an assassination attempt- she knows that)
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#we're all seeing this, right?
+ bonus
#gen v#genvedit#the boys#theboysedit#marie moreau#jordan li#jordan x marie#userbbelcher#dailyflicks#tvedit#televisongifs#chewieblog#jaz sinclair#london thor#derek luh#jordan fighting one of their besties over a girl they met 5 minutes earlier#still crazy to me#they're gonna serve the enemies to lovers i'm so READY#!mine
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9 days, 12 dead.
#just a small quick comic of your typical fight between lovers. they never admitted so#reiterating my thoughts on ww to be the type to cry out of frustration like a child bcs he doesn't know how to deal w his emotion#(only bcs he never had the chance to sort that out)#i think he'd be an angry crier as bad as vash or even worse#ppl (and wolfwood himself) just never knew bcs he doesn't show it until [VASH THE STAMPEDE] and then it shows a LOT#crying competition: wolfwood wins#a fight where both of them are not even mad at each other but themselves...#ww for letting himself love to the point of murder (vash hates that) vs vash for letting himself be loved to the point of murder...#does this even make sense#trigun#vash the stampede#nicholas d wolfwood#vashwood#trigun maximum#myuminjiart
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lovers
#my art#persona 4#persona 5#persona 3#some ppl on twt were hating on a different character from this piece but im literally a lovers fan#i felt like that furry pic with the kid crying and their parents fighting#ann takamaki#yukari takeba#rise kujikawa
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Taylor Swift's interview on CBS Sunday Morning; 25/08/2019
#taylor swift#taylor swift gifs#ts gifs#tswiftgif#gifset#taylor swift edit#ts edit#tswiftedit#*mine#*mine: misc#lover#i've seen people say that this was “dumb” and “shallow” but i don't think it was at all...!#up to this day we see women being criticized hated on for the same behavior men are praised for#i've seen it a a lot more in my country's media where they have called us swifties crazy and deranged for dressing up in glitter#while football men who throw trash shout engage in fights destroy public goods and are aggressive towards everyone are never shamed for it.#imo just because it's a basic concept of feminism does not mean it's dumb or any less true ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#100#500
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MATTHEO RIDDLE...
Part 2 here. Or on my account.
...when he trys to express his feelings for you in a love letter.
...who falls asleep at your dorm because you got there after the last lesson. And the bed smells like you.
...who looks at you the second you enter a room where he is (mostly the common room or the libary).
...who's looking at you like this, after you pushed him in the black lake at summer.
...who is searching for you at the amusement park, after you run away because you found a stand with roasted almonds.
...who looks at you like this after you told him, you would hate him. You both know that's a lie.
...and how he looks at you while you explain him some school stuff. He's just admiring you.
... when he is getting ready for your date.
...and how he looks at you, after he fought someone that talked shit about you.
the picures are NOT mine, they are from pinterest, probs to them.
#slytherin boys#mattheo x y/n#mattheo riddle#mattheo x you#mattheo#slytherin boys x reader#slytherin#girlblogging#im just a girl#headcanon#drabble#fight#lovers#love#riddle
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Wayne takes in a Beat to Shit Steve Harrington after Starcourt as n Owed Favor to Hopper Part 4
Part Three: link
First Chapter (parts 1-3 on tumblr) on A03: Link
The kid was madder than a wet hen.
Just as slippery as one too, when he got like this--music pulsing like a living thing to signal all his rage and upset.
Not like Wayne hadn’t expected it.
He just wished it wasn’t quite so damn loud.
The music had started up almost immediately after Eddie had stormed to his room, startling Steve awake and nearly making Wayne curse for it.
Normally it was a good thing--music meant Eds was willing to listen instead of heading for the hills.
Normally, they didn't have a house guest who looked like he'd gone ten rounds with a bear.
They had a routine for this, was the thing and the music was a key part of it. It worked all the edges off for Wayne, and he'd long figured out that about thirty minutes was a the perfect length of time for Eddie to stew before he could actually talk things through.
Given the hand Harrington put to his forehead, Wayne wasn't eager to give him that thirty minutes.
Not when Steve deserved little peace he could have.
Unfortunately, so did Eds.
Still.
Strutting through the door and demanding to talk right now was a bad move and so, with a sympathetic look given to Steve, Wayne did what he did best
Gave space.
Let Eddie rage, as Wayne got up and shuffled about the kitchen.
Pulled out the soft earplugs he pretended weren’t there for Eds to steal (playing that damn loud guitar all the time could not be good for his ears) and offered them to Steve, before making two cups of what Wayne privately thought was the Munson “chitchat” drink.
One cup of hot water, one packet swiss miss, a small amount of maple syrup drizzled in, topped with little marshmallows they reserved for these types of situations.
Wayne took his time with it, thinking through what he wanted to say.
��I understand that this is a screen door on a submarine kind of situation...’
Nope.
‘Son I know you hate listening to anyone for anything but this is serious...’
Absolutely not--that would end up with the boy bolting for sure.
‘Ed’s, I love you but could we please turn Ozzy off while we talk? That man wails louder than any damn cat I have ever met.’
That one was purely self indulgent, mostly because the wall was starting to shake.
Wayne put the finishing touches on the cocoa before staring at both of them.
Perhaps if he stared the Garfield mug in its eyes hard enough, the right words would come through.
They did not.
He kept trying, standing there long enough for the cocoa to reasonably have cooled and for Eddie’s song to flip over to something with more screaming in it than singing.
Wayne supposed that this was the hardest part of being a parent. You just didn’t get to have the magical one liner. The right thing to say at just the right time.
The joke that would ease all the tension and let things progress forward nice and easy.
Instead, you got to fumble your way through the dark with a flashlight up your ass and hope you were going in the right-ish direction. Ideally without making things worse.
Wayne was here though, and that had to count for something.
(Knew it counted for something--because Eddie was still here.
They had cleared hurdles far higher than this when it came to trust. They’d get through this too, come what may.
Steve too.)
“Can I just ask,” Eddie started, aggressive as always when Wayne finally gave in and entered his room, feeling all sorts of awful for the migraine Steve had to have, “what the absolute fuck is happening?”
Sure as fire he was sitting on his bed, leg bouncing a mile a minute.
An unlit cigarette hung between two fingers, looking a little chewed on, but otherwise undisturbed--as it should be, because one of Wayne’s few rules was that smoke stayed outside the house.
“You could.” Wayne said loudly but agreeably, as he turned himself around and dropped down next to his kid.
Held out the Garfield mug, and was happy when it was taken from him.
“Figured you might have other things to say, though.”
Likely a lot of things.
It was as good an opening as any, and his kid didn’t disappoint, launching right to it.
“Why is he here and not at a hospital?”
‘Here’ was punctuated by Ed’s hand winging towards the door, and while it wasn’t the righteous fury Wayne expected, it was at least, an easy answer to give.
“Steve has some people looking for him. Bad people. Hospital makes him an easy target.”
Wayne was still talking loud. Could only hear Eddie himself because he was looking at the kid’s lips more than he was actually hearing his voice.
Eddie took that in, swallowing it about as well as he’d swallowed anything he hadn’t liked.
And thank the stars above, he finally reached a hand out and turned the music down. Not a lot--Steve wouldn’t be able to hear them over all this--but enough that Wayne didn’t have to struggle.
“We’re hiding him from the cops now?!” Ed’s spat.
“Cops know he’s here. Hopper’s the one who asked me to take him.” Wayne reminded him, because it was the truth.
Not the full truth, but given how Ed’s pissed off half the local PD on a good day, Wayne absolutely did not want to see his nephew take on Federal Agents.
(Particularly not the kind who were going ‘round killing kids.)
“So--what?” Eddie yanked hard on his hair, a gesture that looked less intentional and more like he was trying to fight his own anger down. “Hopper just called you up and said ‘Hey, we had a whoopsie with the rich kid, the hospital’s not safe anymore. Can we stash him with you for a few days?”
Wayne nodded once, slow-like.
Always remembered how too fast movements had made Eddie flinch and jerk back when was littler, and given the way Steve was looking, figured it was a good time to be cautious again.
“He did.”
“And you just--agreed? Just like that!?”
“I did.”
He pretended not to see Eddie boggle at him at the simple admission, so furious that he seemed to struggle for words when he normally had too many to say.
Wayne took advantage.
“We did talk a bit more than that, I’ll admit.”
Ed’s scoffed. “About the weather I’m sure.”
“‘Bout trust.”
Eddie blinked at that.
“Trust.” He echoed flatly.
“What have I always told you? People like to ask you to trust them, but you they don’t get to have it until--”
“They provide proof or a reason.” Eddie finished with an eyeroll. “So which did Hopper provide then?”
Wayne took a noisy sip of his coca. Smacked his lips a little before saying: “Both.”
Didn’t bother to say anything else, because he knew Eddie would finish the thought for him.
“One of them was me, wasn’t it.”
Eds didn’t say it like a question, but Wayne hummed in agreement anyway.
He wasn’t gonna shame his boy, but he wasn’t gonna sugar coat Eddie’s involvement in this either. Not when he’d already admitted that was half the reason Hopper had gone to Wayne to begin with.
“No one is expecting Steve to be here.” He said, seeing the chance to hammer home the most important part of this entire shitshow. “So long as no one finds out he’s here, he’ll be safe. Everyone will be safe.”
Steve from the Feds who were hunting him for while he was busy being involved in shit he couldn’t control and Eddie because he had a mouth that most people didn’t like.
Not small town people anyway, and absolutely not authority figures with guns.
“Who’s even after him?” Eddie was theatrical as always, hands waving away as he talked. “Did he make a deal with the mob? Piss off some other rich guy? I know it’s not anything drug related, I’d have heard about it by now.”
After years of experience, Wayne knew exactly how far to lean away to stay out of range, too used to his nephew talking with his entire body.
“That’s his story to tell ya, Ed’s. It ain’t mine. Same way it ain’t my place to tell him your story.”
That at least got the boy to think for a minute. Put down that frustration he carried with him all the time, and use the brain they both knew he had.
“How long is he staying here?”
Wayne shrugged. “Don’t know.”
Eddie sighed and mockingly mimicked Wayne, taking an obnoxious slurp of his cocoa. “The neighbors are going to notice if he’s here more than a few days. The trailer park isn’t exactly big.”
“They didn’t notice that time you decided to make fireballs with the cooking spray and about blew up half the driveway. Don’t think they’re gonna notice someone being quiet in the house.”
Eddie snorted, and probably rolled his eyes again, not that Wayne could see it given the kid was looking into his own mug as he thought it all through.
Wayne sat with him as he processed.
Eds worked at his own pace with things, and while life at large might be against that, Wayne was happy to let him do it. Found it easier that way, then trying to poke and prod and force him like so many father figures did.
Wayne’s patience was rewarded not even a full minute later, when Eddie turned to him and asked;
“What if he finds out?”
This in a quieter voice. An unsure one--words and body hunching in a way unlike the Eddie the world outside knew, but very much like the little boy Wayne had brought inside his home.
It took Wayne a moment to connect the dots--he’d been speaking out of the place parents and authority figures often do, and in doing so hadn’t thought much of the fact his nephew had a real secret.
The kind small town minds didn’t like--and would kill him over.
This all wasn’t about Wayne taking in Steve, he realized abruptly. It was that Steve being here meant Eddie couldn’t be himself.
Could not relax in a place he was accepted for who he was, because Wayne knew and made sure Eddie understood he was wanted here, had a place here, regardless of who he loved.
Now, Wayne had gone and removed it.
‘Shit.’
“He won’t.” Wayne said.
Knew that wasn’t enough, and so, promised: “But if he does, I’ll make sure he understands his safety here relies on your own.”
Ed’s chin jerked in a nod, the two of them sitting in silence for a moment before the boy did as he often did when he wanted a hug but felt too awkward to ask for one, and tipped himself into Wayne’s side.
“Thanks old man.” Eddie whispered into his shoulder and not for the first time, Wayne wished things were easier for the poor kid as he put his mug in one hand and hugged his kid with the other.
Hoped that in the future, it would be.
Even if he had to force everyone and everything coming after him--and now Steve--to do it.
(Wondered vaguely, how bad it was that he was already getting as protective as Steve as he was of his own kid.
Probably very, given his kid clearly hated Harrington.)
xXx
Wayne took the first night of Steve’s stay off.
He wasn’t the type to use his PTO lightly. Was used to rationing it for any possible thing Eddie might need him for.
A night up sick when he was younger, to a night spent chasing him down during some of their bad spots--but the last year or so Wayne had slowly realized he hadn’t had to use it much.
He was still careful with it though, precious as it was, and was thankful for it now as it ensured his nephew didn’t murder their house guest.
Or at the very least, didn't sit there pecking at him.
The kid might've failed English a few times, but he had a real gift with words and an even better one with insults.
(Wayne wasn't quite clear on what all the "King" jabs were about, and absolutely did not get why Steve looked far more hurt at the comment about his "sad ass floppy hair" but given the increasingly flat look Steve was throwing Eddie's way, Wayne figured it couldn't be anything good.)
Thankfully a pointed reminder about Steve's injuries had finally gotten them all some peace, enough for Harrington to drop back to sleep--and for Wayne to realize he looked a little too dead while he did it to be comfortable getting any sleep himself.
The kids chest barely moved, and that it ate at Wayne’s until he got up and shoved a hand under his nose.
Felt his breath, and told himself the poor sod was fine.
Hurt, absolutely, but alive.
Over and over again, until the sun had made its rotation in the sky, bringing the morning with it.
‘Better than nightmares, I suppose.’ Wayne figured, as exhaustion scraped at his eyelids.
Those Wayne knew, would come later. When Steve’s brain caught up to the rest of him, and stopping dumping survival chemicals through his battered body.
He'd given up on sleep entirely sometime around 1 am, and now he sat at his small kitchen table, writing out a medication schedule for Harrington so he and the kid both knew when he could have his next Tylenol.
Wasn’t even halfway through it before Eddie made his typically late appearance and blew through his door.
Had his back up from the moment he’d stepped a foot in the kitchen and it didn’t take a genius to see he’d worked himself into a snit again.
Unfortunately for him, whatever scenario that imaginative brain of his had cooked up fell flat to the reality that was the poor kid on the couch.
Steve Harrington was one a hell of a sight.
Didn’t help that he was doing his level best to make himself as small as possible, curled deep into Wayne's ancient couch.
The blankets covered the ribs and hid away most of the damage, but there wasn’t much Steve could do to hide the shiners on his face--or the marks around his neck.
Not when they’d grown worse overnight, practically inviting questions.
It was almost laughable how quickly Eddie ate whatever words he’d prepared, mouth awkwardly chewing around them as if they were tangible.
The less-than-sneaky looks he threw at the younger teen were equally amusing, and if Wayne wasn’t trying to peace keep, he’d have given in and chuckled when Eds split attention caused him to pour half his coffee into the sink rather than a cup.
Looked utterly lost when, after finishing putting his coffee together and grabbing some junk food thing that absolutely was not a breakfast item, he came to stand awkwardly at Wayne's shoulder, openly staring as Steve blatantly ignored him.
Eds didn’t know what to do, and Wayne couldn't blame him.
Seemed to keep thinking he was going to encounter a boy that likely no longer existed, and whose blood tinged specter just made things sad.
Shit like this, Wayne knew, took a man’s ego and warped it, shaping it to something else entirely.
At least for Steve, it seemed that getting wrapped up in whatever mess he had had shaped him for the better, instead of pretzeling him into something worse. That, Wayne thought, spoke to the boy's character more than anything he’d done prior.
(It helped to know what Hopper tolerated and what he didn’t. That he’d vouched for Steve in the same way Wayne knew he’d vouched for Eddie, even if Eddie didn’t yet realize the cop he antagonized so much would do that for him.)
That didn't erase the history his kid had with Harrington, though.
Wouldn't stop him from seeing the old Steve, first.
‘Don’t you got school?” Wayne asked when he decided Ed had stared enough.
“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie waved him off, trotting out the door. “Bye old man, house parasite!”
It was clearly a jab, meant to nettle, but Steve barely acted like he heard it.
Wayne rolled his eyes.
“Goodbye, Eds.” He said firmly, much of a warning as he ever gave, and fondly watched his nephew scuttle out the door.
Turned to see how Steve was taking things, and was once again given a reminder that Steve wasn’t doing a hell of a lot other than feeling his injuries.
“I think I promised you a game, son.” Wayne said gently, startling Steve out of the distant, dim look he had trained on the wall.
It wasn’t a lot to offer in terms of a distraction, but it would have to do.
#small town rumors#this is the first part of chapter two#I will post all parts of chapter two once im done fighting through it lol#steddie#or pre steddie#where I exist as a person#best dad wayne munson#wayne pov#did I say this entire chapter was going to be eddies pov bc haha I lied#outsider pov#s3 au#hurt/comfort#enemies to lovers but like softish enemies to lovers as in Eddies not caring a whole lot that Steves hurt....yet#beat to shit steve harrington#0o0 fanfics#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#Eddies out here ready to face down snotty af rich boy king steve#keeps working himself up so much he forgets how badly off Steve is lol#dont worry his munson doctrine goes to shit later#mostly bc Eddie thinks steve stuck his nose where he shouldnt have and finally got what he deserved lmao
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alpine with 16 points before the race earning 33 points during it
you can see lestappen everywhere if you want to
#something about the opposite of pierresteban and lestappen dynamics#something about the fallout and the reunion#something about behaving like teammates when you're not in one team and something about fighting and despise while being in one team#something about lovers and enemies#lestappen#max verstappen#charles leclerc#brazilian gp 2024#f1 rpf#red and black posts
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Draw your characters like this
#submission#please-let-this-work-oh-my-god#''submission'' indeed LMAO#tw violence#suggestive#????just in case???#just a couple a guys bein dudes#dudes being guys#wrestling#fighting#violence#??????#otp#enemies to lovers#otp and friends#2 people#5 people#6 people#7 people#reluctant allies#enemies#chaotic#are we flirting or fighting#squad#draw your enemies to lovers#draw your otp#draw your otp like this#tw fighting#???#draw your ship
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Prompt 140
"What?" Geralt asks, frowning, a furrow in his brow. "I turn into a wolf every full moon." Jaskier repeats. "How-" "You were always away on a hunt. You'd just meet me back in the morning." "...You were a werewolf this whole time?" "..Yes. I- I'm sorry, Darling. I never wanted to lie." "Why didn't you trust me with this? Did you think I would hurt you?" "No! I thought I would hurt you. I'm not myself on full moons, Geralt. I can't even remember them. All I know is that the moon raises, i feel this ache in my bones, and the next thing I know, I'm waking up the next morning, nude, with a full stomach of what is HOPEFULLY nothing gross." "...You've not transformed in towns, have you?" "No! Of course not! I'm terrified of hurting someone, Geralt! That's the only reason I'm telling you now! I got the charts mixed up, I thought the moon was still a week away, but it isn't, and we're near a town, and I need you to keep me restrained." A long pause settles between them. "You want me to guard you?" "Guard them. From me. Keep me trapped in a shack and- And lock it up tight. Chain me, hurt me, knock me out, whatever you must do. Keep me from being a danger. I never wanted to be a terrifying beast, Geralt." Jaskier says, with those damned wet doe eyes of his. Geralt agrees. Because he doesn't know a world where he wouldn't. Mere hours later, Jaskier is sat against a beam in an old rundown barn. He's tied up with rope, and chained on top of that. There are no windows in the barn, the door is fully barricaded and locked, and Geralt guards it. "You really should guard it from outside" Jaskier had said. "I'm not leaving you to do this alone. You never should have had to." Geralt replied. Thus, Geralt stands and watches as Jaskier pales and starts twitching. The moon is rising. "It's coming- I'm going to be a beast." Jaskier says with fear, before the transformation takes the air out of his lungs. Geralt watches in horror and awe as Jaskier's body changes, changes, changes.... In... Into a songbird? sitting on the ground is a fat little songbird. It easily hops over the ropes and chains, now much too lose to hold it. Him. Oh my gods. Jaskier's not a werewolf. He's a... were.... werebird... And not even a scary one. Jaskier starts pecking the barn floor and Geralt rubs a hand over his face in exhaustion. He prepared for the worst, and instead is treated to watching Jaskier struggle to bathe in a trough. "Jaskier, it's too deep." He tells the bird, as it fluffs up it's wings. "Jaskier, you're going to-" Jaskier tries to take a step into the birdbath, only to fall, dunking his whole fat little body into the depths of the trough. He flails about in the water, chirping panickedly. Geralt rushes to his aid, gently lifting him out of the water with gentle hands. Perhaps guarding over Jaskier will still be a challenge after all.
#geraskier#geralt x jaskier#geralt x dandelion#the witcher#geralt loves his bard!#fanfiction prompts#witcher fanfiction#writing prompts#requited unrequited love#friends to lovers#“werewolf” jaskier#Werebird jaskier#werebird#Jaskier is all angsty and worried hes a monster#and he turns into a phat littel byeurd#fluff and humor#humor and fluff#fluff and comedy#fluff#cute#sweet#sweet geralt#caring geralt#cursed jaskier#inhuman jaskier#nonhuman jaskier#creature jaskier#yes i am still incredibly sick but the heart wants what the heart wants#Jaskier: “I sure hope when im transformed i dont eat anything gross” (thinking: sentient species- gross monsters Geralt fights- etc)#Geralt now having to explain to him that he instead eats worms:
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