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all-hail-the-witcher · 3 years

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say yes to the plus one

the sequel to say yes to the drinks. which you should read first. i am so tired. just have it.

ship: geraskier

warnings: none

editing: ish

words: over 3k but under 4k

genre: floof

After getting drinks with Geralt, Jaskier could not stop thinking about him. He found himself taking more time with his appearance each morning - something that he hadn't even thought would be possible - hoping that Geralt would come into the store.

But Geralt still hadn’t come into Kleinfelds since the day of his trunk show. Jaskier tried not to be disappointed. He knew that he was very busy and it had been a one off that he had even met him in the first place.

Still, he couldn’t help but think that the two of them had something. There must have been some sort of chemistry between the two of them. Why else had Geralt asked him to get drinks after he had made that awful slip up with the magic fingers? Surely, he must feel something for him.

He had been texting Jaskier though, so Jaskier knew that he was at least still interested. Every message that he got wishing him a good morning or about some funny wedding dress design or of a picture of Geralt’s Pomeranian, Roach, made his heart flutter. There just had to be a future for them, right?

So, Jaskier went through yet another day of busy appointments at Kleinfelds, hoping that he would run into Geralt.

Late May into early June was always a busy time for them. Jaskier didn't personally understand the appeal of getting married in a zillion degree heat, but to each their own. This was by far his least favorite part of the year though. He spent every hour at work on his feet, hardly getting a break as he rushed from appointment to appointment: checking on alterations, making sure that every bride was getting their dream dress, and providing tweaks to designs when necessary to prevent bridal meltdowns.

It was nothing short of exhausting.

“Jaskier!” Camille, one of the consultants, called to him at around mid afternoon.

He had just spent the last hour trying to get a very adamant, very conservative mom and a very eccentric bride on the same page. He needed a daiquiri. Or three. Still, he turned around and put on his brightest smile.

“Yes, darling?”

“You’re needed down in alterations,” she said with a sweet smile.

Jaskier nodded and turned back through the salon to walk down to alterations. He hated going to alterations. If he was needed there, it usually meant that shit had hit the fan in some sense. He braced himself for a long afternoon.

He walked up to the manager, about to ask her where he was needed, when a shout from behind him made him jump.

“Jaskier!”

And a swell of desire rose up in Jaskier’s stomach because he knew that gravelly voice. Quickly, he straightened his tie, thankful he had worn his good pink one today, before taking a deep breath and turning around.

“Geralt!” he said, trying furiously to keep his cheeks from flushing. “What a lovely surprise.”

“Surprise?” Geralt’s brows furrowed together as he walked up to Jaskier, his wolfs head cane clicking across the floor. He was wearing a light blue button down today with the sleeves cuffed to his forearms that made his golden eyes pop and Jaskier had to struggle to keep his eyes on his face. “I texted you this morning.”

Jaskier’s eyes widened as he reached into his blazer pocket for his phone. Sure enough, there were two messages from Geralt. The first was a picture of Roach, lying in a patch of sun in his apartment. The second was a message that read:

Hey, I’m going to be at Kleinfelds today doing a custom fitting. Can you help with the appointment?

And Jaskier had never even seen it. Much less responded.

“Oh Geralt, I am so terribly sorry,” Jaskier said quickly. “This is our busiest time of year and I have hardly had a moment to think today.”

“You don’t have to help,” Geralt said sincerely, concern clouding his eyes. “I don’t want to push you too hard with the rest of your appointments, but I just figured that since I was here, I would ask.”

“No, no darling!” Jaskier said, rushing to reassure him. “Of course I will help! Helping you is much better than dealing with emotional brides and entourages that aren’t on the same page.”

“It’s alright Jaskier,” Geralt said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I know you just want to see my magic hands at work again.”

This time, Jaskier did flush bright red. “ You! ” he said outrageously, gaping at Geralt’s audacity to bring up his slip up from last time. “You need a nap!”

But Geralt just laughed, a glorious sound that sent shivers down Jaskier’s spine. “I think you’re the one who needs the nap, Jaskier.”

Jaskier shot him an incredulous look. How dare he make such assumptions, and how dare he be right?

“Anyway, the fitting is for my brother’s fiancee,” Geralt explained. “I made her a custom dress and she’s coming in for her fitting today. There was a shipping delay, so we only have time for one fitting before their wedding next week. I was hoping you could help.”

Jaskier could see the tension that had creeped its way into Geralt’s broad shoulders and the worry that was clouding his pretty face.

Jaskier placed a reassuring hand on Geralt’s arm. “Of course I’ll help, darling. Helping resolve wedding dress disasters is my specialty. Er- not that your dress is a disaster,” he said quickly, amused by the way that Geralt’s eyebrows had shot up. “Nothing that you design could ever be a disaster, the way that you work lace and beads is just divine, not a disaster. Not in any way a disaster. What I meant was the fact that she only has one fitting, that’s the disaster. Not your dress.”

“My magic fingers are quite incapable of creating a disaster dress, you’re right,” Geralt winked.

Jaskier resisted the urge to smack his shoulder. “You are never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Nope.” Geralt looked far too pleased with himself. “Can you grab the dress for me? It’s on the rack for the day. And can you bring it to room 13?”

“Of course,” Jaskier said. He’d let the magic fingers comment slide for now. Geralt looked far too attractive with his moonlight silver hair in an artful bun, tendrils framing his face, for him to stay mad at him for long. He had never been able to resist a pretty face.

“Thank you.” Geralt moved past Jaskier and began to make his way to the room. Jaskier turned to watch him walk down the hall. His ass looked far too delicious in those gorgeous, fitted navy pinstripe pants. He just had to appreciate it. It would be a crime not to.

Distantly, he wondered if his ass looked just as delicious without the pants on. And was he wearing boxers or briefs? Oh who was he kidding, he had to be wearing at least briefs with pants like those. But what color? Geralt seemed like the type of man to appreciate a fun pair of underwear and-

Jaskier. Get your head out of the gutter.

He made a beeline to the rack and grabbed the dress. He had already left Geralt waiting long enough.

“Here you are,” Jaskier said, hanging the dress in the room.

Geralt fidgeted with his shirt sleeves, eyeing the bag. With a pang, Jaskier realized that he was nervous.

“I’m sure she’s going to love the dress,” Jaskier said, putting as much sincerity as he could into his words. “You are one of the best designers in the industry, Geralt.”

“I know,” Geralt said. “But I’ve never designed for someone that I know before, there’s more risk involved if they don't like it. Cause she’s put all her trust in me and what if she doesn’t like it? This is her only fitting. There isn't time to make anything else."

“Geralt,” Jaskier placed his hand over Geralt’s where he was still fidgeting with his sleeve. “She’s going to love it. Don’t doubt yourself so much, it ruins your pretty face.”

Fuck, did he just really say that out loud?

Geralt’s doubt dissipated as he looked at Jaskier amusedly. “You think my face is pretty?”

“Well who wouldn’t?” Jaskier said, trying and failing to backpedal. “It’s a plenty beautiful face, I mean you’ve got a nose and eyes and everything and…”

“I would hope I have a nose and eyes, yes,” Geralt laughed. Then, he leaned in, as if telling Jaskier a secret. “I’ve also heard that I have lips, too.”

Jaskier was saved the embarrassment of having to respond by a consultant escorting who Jaskier assumed to be Geralt’s brother’s fiancee and her entourage into the alterations area.

“Geralt!” a pretty girl with dark, curly hair said as she stepped up to hug him.

“Hi Triss,” Geralt said, giving her a polite hug and waving to the rest of the entourage. “Are you excited?”

“Of course I’m excited,” she said. “It’s only a week away, Geralt. This better be every bit as perfect as you said it would be.”

“It will be.” Geralt’s smile was easy, as if he hadn’t been freaking out about the appointment moments before.

“And who is this?” Triss asked, turning to Jaskier.

“Oh, everyone, this is Jaskier. He’s a consultant here and my friend,” Geralt said.

“Hello!” Jaskier said, giving everyone a wave.

“Jaskier, this is Triss, the bride to be. She’s marrying my brother.” Geralt gestured to the woman with the dark hair standing in front of them.

“Hello darling,” Jaskier said, shaking her hand. “You look just gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” Triss smiled.

“And this is Triss’s friend Yennefer, Yennefer’s daughter Ciri, my other brother Lambert, and Lambert’s husband Aiden,” Geralt said, pointing at the people sitting on the bench.

Jaskier waved to them all and gave them his best customer service smile.

“Tell me about your fiancee, darling,” Jaskier said to Triss.

“I am getting married to Eskel,” she said, her face lighting up immediately. “We’ve known each other forever and he is perfect.”

“Forever is an understatement,” Geralt said. “They went to kindergarten together.”

“Oh, a childhood love story!” Jaskier clapped his hands together. “How romantic! Let’s hope you have a dress to match.” He turned to Geralt.

“Well darling,” Jaskier said, gesturing to the garment bag that Triss’s dress was in. “Would you like to do the honors?”

Geralt stepped up to the garment bag, his shoulder taught with anxiety.

“Take a breath, Geralt,” Jaskier whispered, just quiet enough for only Geralt to hear. “She’s going to love it.”

Geralt nodded once before unzipping the bag and pulling out the dress. Jaskier couldn't help but gasp.

“Oh my god, it’s gorgeous,” Triss gasped next to him, taking Jaskier’s words right out of his mouth. “Geralt, you’ve outdone yourself.”

“You haven’t even put it on yet,” Geralt said, stepping away so that the entourage could see it as well.

“I don’t have to to know that it’s everything I wanted and probably more,” she said, giving Geralt another hug. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Geralt said and Jaskier thought that he saw a light blush tinting his cheeks. Was Geralt embarrassed? Oh that was just adorable…

The dress itself was gorgeous, just as Jaskier suspected it would be. It was a glorious ivory color that seemed to shift under the lights to be a gorgeous pale blush pink. The skirt appeared to be A line and was sleeveless with a high neck. The bodice had an intricate lace and beading design that blended into the skirt. Jaskier knew that the dress was going to be amazing but Triss was right, Geralt had really outdone himself.

“Would you like to put it on, darling?” Jaskier asked.

Triss nodded, still not tearing her eyes from the dress as Geralt stepped out of the dressing room and Jaskier closed the curtains behind him.

He helped Triss into the dress, zipping up the back effortlessly.

“Oh it fits you like a glove darling,” he remarked. “Almost like it was made for you. Oh wait-” he smiled at her. “It was, wasn’t it?”

Triss laughed at his terrible joke - bless her - as she fingered the lace and beads on the front. “I wasn’t expecting it to look this beautiful,” she whispered.

“Well then let's spin you round, darling,” Jaskier said, taking her hand as she turned to face the mirror. “That’ll really shock you.”

“Oh my god.” She clapped her hands over her mouth as she gaped at herself in the mirror, turning from side to side to look at herself better. “Oh my god .”

“Isn’t it wonderful?” Jaskier smiled at her. “Geralt is far more talented than he gives himself credit for.”

“Tell me about it,” Triss said distractedly as she continued to stare at the dress. “This is absolutely gorgeous. I love it. Eskel’s going to love it. Everyone’s going to love it.”

“Stop feeding pretty boy’s ego and show us then!” someone shouted from the other side of the curtain.

“Fuck off, Lambert!” Triss called back. “I’m having my bridal moment,” she whispered, tears springing up in her eyes as she continued to stare, utterly transfixed by the dress.

“Here, darling,” Jaskier said, pulling his pink pocket square out of his breast pocket. “You don't want to get your mascara on the dress now, do you?”

Triss dabbed at her eyes and took a deep breath before handing the handkerchief back to Jaskier.

“Are you ready to show your entourage?”

“She better be!” Lambert shouted from outside again.

Triss let out a watery laugh. “Yeah, I am.”

Jaskier drew back the curtain as Triss turned around.

“Oh, Triss,” Yennefer said, tears unmistakably clouding her eyes. “You look gorgeous.”

“Holy fuck, Geralt,” Aiden muttered as he stared at the dress, his jaw dropped. “ You designed that ?”

“Hey!” Lambert elbowed him. “I already said that pretty boy doesn’t need his ego inflated any more than it is!”

“Okay but fucking look at the dress, Lambert. It’s fucking gorgeous. And I’m half fucking blind. ”

Lambert shrugged. “Yeah I mean it’s nice. It’s a dress. It’s fabric. I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Say she looks beautiful!” Aiden nearly shouted, smacking Lambert’s shoulder. “And that Geralt did a great job because if you don't I swear your ass-”

“Boys.” Triss crossed her arms. “There are children present.”

“I’m nineteen!” Ciri protested, throwing her hands up.

Triss ignored her. “There are children present and this is my fitting. So Lambert, shut up and tell your brother he did a good job.”

“You did a good job not fucking it up, Ger,” Lambert muttered.

“I’ll take it. And Aiden? You can finish that sentence later,” she said with a pointed look.

She turned to Jaskier, who had been watching the entire exchange with raised eyebrows. “Sorry about them, they are always like this.”

Lambert flipped her off. Aiden threw up a peace sign.

“Well,” Jaskier said, trying to contain his laughter. “Clearly they are meant for eachother.” He was just glad that he hadn’t had to diffuse the situation. He was tired of telling entourages to get along.

“It’s a good thing they got married then,” Geralt said, standing slowly and walking over to Triss. “You like the dress then?”

Triss once again read Jaskier’s mind and playfully punched Geralt’s shoulder. “I fucking love it . I was right, it is everything I wanted and more. Thank you.” Her eyes were shining with tears again and this time, it was painfully obvious that Geralt blushed when he looked down at his shoes.

“Of course, it was my pleasure,” Geralt said, squeezing her arm. “I’m glad you and Eskel are finally tying the knot, I couldn't imagine a more perfect match for him than you.”

“Geralt,” Triss sighed, the tears pooling in her eyes spilling over again. “You didn't need to make me cry more! The dress was enough!”

Geralt just laughed. Jaskier silently passed Triss his pocket square again.

“Is there anything big that you want to change or do I just need to adjust the fit?” Geralt asked.

“Just the fit,” Triss said, dabbing at her eyes again.

Geralt nodded and set to work, silently slipping into the zone, pinning and adjusting and occasionally stepping back and squinting at his work. Jaskier knew that Triss and her entourage were talking, but he didn't even pretend to be paying attention. He was much more content to watch Geralt work, his fingers gliding effortlessly over the fabric as he made the already gorgeous gown look somehow even more phenomenal.

“Alright,” Geralt said, stepping back. “I think that that should be good, spin round for me.”

Triss turned to look in the mirror.

“Does it look okay?” Geralt asked and Triss punched his shoulder again. “Ow!”

“Geralt if you don't stop insulting your frankly quite stunning work, I will have to steal your little demon dog,” she said, looking over the dress in the mirror. “But yes, everything looks good.”

“Roach isn’t a demon,” Geralt pouted, and oh fuck wasn’t that adoreable.

“That fucking dog almost bit my hand off!” Lambert shouted from the bench.

Geralt made several rude gestures at him and Jaskier nearly swooned. Fucking hell he was gone for this man. And it was only the second time that he had seen him.

“Jaskier, can you get her out of the dress?” Geralt asked. “Be careful with all the pins.”

Jaskier nodded, very much at a loss for words.

“C’mon darling,” Jaskier said, tugging the curtain closed behind Geralt again.

He undid the zipper on the back of Triss’s dress and helped tug the dress off her shoulders, mindful of the many pins that Geralt had put in it.

“Have you and Geralt known each other long?” Triss asked.

“Oh, no not at all,” Jaskier said, glad that he was standing behind her and couldn't see the flush of his cheeks. “He helped me with an appointment a few months ago and we went out for drinks after and we’ve been texting occasionally, but that’s it.” He didn’t say that he wished it was more.

“You went out for drinks on the day you first met?” Triss asked, letting her voice rise. “That’s interesting, Geralt doesn’t often go out with people that he’s just met.”

There was a shout from the other side of the curtain, but it was muffled almost immediately, the sound of a hand slapping over someone’s mouth unmistakeable.

“Well, it had been a long day and we were both in need of one. Step out for me, darling,” Jaskier said, picking up the dress and hanging it back up.

“I’m sure you were,” Triss said from behind him as he zipped the dress carefully back into the garment bag. Before he had the chance to ask what she meant, she was opening the curtains and walking back outside to her entourage.

Jaskier picked up the garment bag and followed her.

“It was lovely meeting all of you,” he said, waving to the entourage. “Triss, darling, I hope you have a wonderful wedding and Geralt, it was nice seeing you again.” He turned back down the hall to go hang up the dress for Geralt to deal with later. He should get back upstairs, hopefully nothing too dire had happened in the salon during his absence, even if the break had been nice.

He was just turning to go up the stairs when he saw Geralt walking purposefully towards him, his cane clicking quickly against the floor.

“Jaskier!”

“Oh, hi again!” Jaskier said. “I was just going to head back upstairs, we are still very busy.” He gave Geralt an apologetic smile. There was nothing that he would rather do than stand and talk with Geralt.

Geralt winced. “Then I guess you probably shouldn't have helped me with the appointment.”

“No, no!” Jaskier said quickly. “It was my absolute pleasure, Geralt. And honestly? The salon was driving me a bit insane, so it was quite a nice and much needed break.”

“Well thank you for helping,” Geralt smiled. “I think it went well.”

“It definitely did, darling,” Jaskier said. “She loved the dress, just like I told you she would.”

Geralt rolled his eyes and looked down at his feet, placing both hands on top of his cane. “Actually though, I had something to ask you before you get back to work, if that’s okay. I don’t want to keep you.”

“The only thing you’re keeping me from is crying brides and disapproving mothers, and there is only so much of that that my poor soul can take,” Jaskier said. “I’d rather stay here with you and your-” he cut himself off before he made another terrible slip up. He had already learned his lesson from last time.

“With my magic hands? Or my pretty face?” Geralt asked smugly.

Jaskier sighed, ignoring him. “What was it that you wanted to ask me?”

“I have a plus one for Triss’s wedding next week,” Geralt started.

“And you haven’t asked anyone yet?” Jaskier asked. “Geralt, what have you been doing?”

“...Designing dresses?” he said sheepishly.

Jaskier swore his heart melted. He just looked so cute. How on earth was this allowed?

“Well, you better ask someone,” Jaskier said. “You’re running out of time.”

“Yes I know.” Geralt looked at Jaskier and smiled. “Jaskier, what are you doing next Saturday?”

“Saturday?” Well…” Jaskier trailed off, trying to remember what was coming up. “That is technically my day off, but I might still come in because we have just been so busy and we’re getting a new collection in and I’m going to have to….wait….” his eyes widened as he finally processed what Geralt had been asking him. “Are you….are you asking me..?”

“Would you like to be my plus one to Triss’s wedding?” Geralt asked, his golden eyes somehow sparkling in the atrocious fluorescent lighting.

“ Oh ,” Jaskier gasped. “Yes. Yes I would love to.”

“Great,” Geralt said, breathing an audible sigh of relief. “I’ll pick you up at 1pm. It’s formal. Be ready.”

Oh, Jaskier would be ready alright. He walked back to a salon with a huge smile plastered across his face.

may be a ch 2. havent decided.

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pillage-and-lute · 3 years

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Did you want the plot ideas to be on the heavy or on the light side? If heavy: Jaskier accidentally gets sent back in time to before the attack on te Kaer and struggles with the choice of changing things(if he even can) or not, so as to preserve the timeline. If light: ...(damn having issues with this one) Jaskier's de-aged and the whole kaer is afraid they'll scare the kid, but jaskier saw witchers as heroes even as a child. Que blushing witchers while jaskier is all star-struck.

Ander-s, this is so great! I don’t actually know too much about the witcher outside of the show. (I’m trying to read the book but im also just...sooo adhd) so I’ll write baby jask, especially since im feeling fluffy tonight, but also not quite.

TW: child abuse and neglect, mentioned child death

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“Geralt,” Yennefer said. “You know how I’m a very powerful sorceress who is still healing from Sodden and also your very good friend and important ally?”

“That’s a mouthful,” Geralt said. Ciri was destroying him easily in Gwent and he was thankful for the distraction. Then he saw the look on Yen’s face. “What did you do.”

She stepped aside.

There was a child, maybe six, wearing one of Jaskier’s chemises. He had one hand buried in her skirt and was holding on tight, as if she were his mother.

“What...”

He didn’t get to finish, because the child was walking over to Vesemir, tugging Yennefer by the skirt.

“Excuuuse me mister,” he said through one gap tooth. “Are you a witcher? Because some day I’m going to meet a whole lot of witchers and write all stories ‘bout them.”

“Jaskier?”

The boy turned very big blue eyes on him.

“Papa says I’m not allowed to be called Jaskier, he says Jaskier is silly and I hafta be Julian.”

“Do...do you want to be Julian?” Geralt asked, dumbfounded.

“Nuh-uh,” mini-Jaskier said. “But mummy called me Julek sometimes, so that one’s okay.”

Geralt looked from Jas-Julek to Yennefer, then back to the kid, then back to Yennefer.

“You turned my boyfriend into a... how old are you, Julek.” The boy held out one hand, fingers splayed.

“I’m five and a half, and papa said that if I’m good and don’t make trouble I can listen to the minstrels for my sixth birthday.”

“He’s so cute!” Ciri squealed, forgetting their Gwent game. “I get to be his big sister!”

Lambert grinned like the cat that got the cream. “Uncle Lambert has a nice ring to it.”

Eskel nodded. “I could get used to Uncle Eskel.”

“No, no no no,” hissed Geralt. “That would imply that I’m his daddy--father.” He caught himself too late.

“I dunno Geralt, what do you like Jaskier to call you in bed?” Lambert grinned evilly.

“Not around little ears,” Vesemir snapped.

“Yup,” Ciri said. “My ears are little and I absolutely don’t know what sex is.”

“Miss Yennefer,” Julek said. “Are all of these men witchers?”

“Yes Julek,” she said. Her voice had a soft tone Geralt didn’t normally hear from her. Julek sank back against her legs, looking nervous. It was such a big difference to the bubbly countenance of before that the wolves drew back collectively.

He hadn’t seemed afraid of witchers before when he walked up to Vesemir, but now it practically radiated from him.

“I shouldn’t be here,” he said. “Papa will be very angry and I’ll be sent to my room again.” There was more fear there than the threat of grounding should hold. Yennefer picked him up, tucking him close and coddling him gently.

“Does he often send you to your room?” she asked.

“Only when I deserve it,” Julek whispered into her neck. The wolves of Kaer Morhen heard it anyway.

“What do you do to deserve being sent to your room, Julek,” Yennefer coaxed.

“If I talk too loud, or go where I’m not suppos’d to, or if I talk to people papa doe’nt like,” he said, sounding tearful. “Then I go to my room an’ nobody visits or talks to me and I’m there all alone.”

“How long, Julek?” Ciri asked, peering at him around Yennefer’s arm.

“A week.”

Lambert had a face like a thunderclap, Eskel looked fierce, and Geralt’s heart was breaking. Ciri nearly had tears in her eyes. Vesemir just looked stony.

Geralt knew what he ws thinking of. Vesemir had just been a swordfighting instructor, not instrumental in the Trials. He’d even been known to read a scared boy to sleep, once in a while, but much worse abuse had been handed out within these walls, however, than a week’s solitary confinement. And Vesemir was in the keep year round, listening to all those ghosts.

“Your papa isn’t here,” Yennefer was saying. “Just us and these witchers and Ciri, so it’s okay, and you can talk to them.”

“Really?” the boy lifted a tear stained head. He practically leapt from Yennefer’s arms and right to Geralt.

“I have questions,” he said importantly. “And you should answer them because I’m going to write a book.” Eskel and Lambert were practically cooing, as Julek got his thoughts together.

“When will this wear off?” Geralt asked Yen.

“Probably by tomorrow,” she said. Ciri looked a little dissappointed.

“Excuuuse me,” Julek said. “This is very important. I’mma be a scho-scholar on witcherness.”

“Yes Geralt,” Vesemir said, mock sternly, lifting the little boy onto his knee like a doting grandfather. “No interrupting Professor Julek.”

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Just a little drabble I suppose, maybe more sad than sweet. Uncles Lambert and Eskel pictured below

#geraskier #not in this one tho #grandpa vesemir #de-aged Jaskier #Eskel #Lambert #cirilla fiona elen riannon #yennefer #who is a good mom #askbox answers

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clevermonkey93 · 3 years

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Mr Frilly part 2

Part 1

Jaskier makes pizza with Geralt and Ciri. It’s cute and fluffy. Oh and they flirt.

also on ao3

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Jaskier wasn’t nervous. He absolutely wasn’t nervous. Except he was. He totally was because he had a dinner date – was it even a date? It’s just dinner, come on Jask – with a gorgeous hunk of a complete dork of a dad that was utterly besotted with his angelic little gremlin. And Jaskier had just met him. Just met Geralt and Ciri and already he was determined not to blow it. Frankly, Jaskier didn’t care if Geralt wasn’t interested – he's probably ten years older than me, he’s got a kid, he might be straight-straight not just kinda straight – but he so desperately wanted to spend more time with them both and get to know them.

God knows he could use some more friends. Valdo seemed to have left their relationship with all their mutual friends, but I suppose that’s what happens when you date a guy from university for four years and just make friends with all his music friends and –

Jaskier wanted so badly to get this right.

Which is why he stood outside the Rivia house – a beautiful old tall town house which Jaskier would have bet has one of those gorgeous long winding gardens – with a distinctly not-rubbish film and some flowers. A simple but beautiful bunch of wildflowers that Jaskier had stared at for at least fifteen minutes at the shop after he’d left Geralt and Ciri in confectionary. He’d decided to risk it but they’re white and delicate so if he's read the vibe completely wrong they’re obviously for Ciri.

He knocked. Geralt said not to ring the doorbell because next door has a baby.

Oh God I should have changed. Why am I still wearing my shopping clothes and this dumb scarf –

“Hey, Jaskier.”

Jaskier looked up to see Geralt at the doorway, long white hair tied up now and an apron at his waist – oh man why is that sexy?

He had a flour smudge on his cheek and his shirt was covered in flecks. Jaskier was about to tease him and ask why he’s only got a tiny apron when he's wearing a black shirt when he heard footsteps behind the man.

“Mr Frilly!” Ciri cheered as she joined them in the doorway. She was wearing a full-size apron which on a child should look utterly ridiculous but she was also wearing an expression that said she was in charge.

“Already started on dinner I see!” Jaskier said with a grin.

Geralt looked down at his shirt and gave a very sweet shrug before standing to the side and gesturing for Jaskier to join them inside.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he offered. Ciri had already bounded back down the hallway so Jaskier shuffled in and started to wiggle his shoes off with his feet. This inadvertently drew attention to the flowers in his hand.

“Uh, I brought these,” Jaskier started, studying Geralt’s face carefully. Beneath the white smudge of flour there was a distinct pink blush. He didn’t think Geralt looked uncomfortable but oh God it’s so hard to tell. “I brought these.” He repeated quietly.

Jaskier inched the flowers forward to Geralt and thank God he took them. Geralt smiled. No doubt there, that was a proper nice smile.

“Thank you, Jaskier,” he said softly. Jaskier felt Geralt's hand on his shoulder and he was about to say something when –

“Daddy, the dough has gotten SO big!”

Jaskier and Geralt shared a little laugh before Geralt lead him further into the house.

The kitchen was in surprising order considering the state of the chefs, and Jaskier and Geralt walked in to find Ciri proudly holding up a bowl of proofing dough.

“I’ll show you how to make a base,” Ciri said excitedly.

“Wash your hands, Ciri,” Geralt reminded her and Jaskier also took his turn at the sink. As he dried his hands, we watched Geralt dig around a cupboard for a vase, as though he hadn’t used one in a long time, before carefully arranging the flowers to sit in the middle of the kitchen table.

It was a wonderfully sweet evening. Jaskier and Ciri both managed to get covered in flour as they tried to shape pizza crusts while Geralt seemed to be able to do it blind and helping them at the same time.

Jaskier had figured they’d be using tomato puree (he won’t admit to how many years at university he’d lived on pasta and tomato puree) but Geralt brought over a pan of homemade tomato sauce that smelled so good. Even better was the proud little smile he made when Jaskier told him how good it smelled. Best yet was the blush and sudden inhale Geralt didn’t manage to hide when Jaskier couldn’t resist sticking a finger in to try a lick.

“Toppings!” Ciri exclaimed as she carried what Jaskier assumed was a stack of everything from the fridge. Cheese quickly went absolutely everywhere as they each assembled a pizza and it turned out the pair had a tradition of making an extra Frankenstein pizza with every topping.

They loaded them into the oven – “Daddy's going to build a pizza oven in the garden next spring,” Ciri excitedly informed Jaskier. “But they’re still good in the oven.”

Geralt started to clear up while the pizzas cooked, and Ciri immediately vanished. Jaskier stood next to him at the sink to dry things up.

“Thank you for asking me over,” Jaskier said, even though it was clearly Ciri that asked. “I'm really glad I’m here.”

Geralt Hmmed at that, and Jaskier had started to notice it might be his default setting but it sounded like a happy Hmm at least. “What would your Saturday night have been otherwise?” Geralt asked.

“Oh, um,” Jaskier hesitated and dammit he knew he was blushing but he’s going to think I'm so naive and just struggling and – “Well, I’m usually performing at some venue or another, if I’ve managed to get any bookings.” He looked over at Geralt and he seemed interested, not like he suddenly regretted inviting a hipster over, so, “I sing and, uh, play guitar. Among other things.”

Geralt nodded, and definitely didn’t look at Jaskier's mouth when he bit his lip nervously, except Jaskier definitely saw his eyes dart down.

Jaskier shrugged. “But nobody knows me around here. Not yet anyway,” Jaskier laughed quietly. “I’m on at the open mic night this week at Posada's –”

“The live night at The Mandrake is pretty good,” Geralt cut in. Jaskier couldn’t have contained his smile even if he’d tried. Honestly, so many people laughed at him for still trying and –

Breathe, Jask.

“Yeah? What kind of music do they usually have? I mean, well, a lot of my covers usually go down really well, but I also play a lot of my own songs,” Jaskier asked as he dried up the last bowl. Damn it, he was starting to ramble. But he looked over again at Geralt and the man was nodding, and Jaskier thought he might have Hmmed again. Silently though. Jaskier got a little distracted again watching Geralt dry his hands on Jaskier's dish towel and then start to put things away.

“Hmm? What sort of things do you write?” Geralt finally asked, and he definitely stood closer than he needed to as he reached around Jaskier to pick crockery up from the counter.

Jaskier was absolutely not about to reply something like meeting hot dads at the supermarket when the oven timer beeped loudly.

“Pizza!!”

Jaskier jumped a little at Ciri's sudden – immediate – reappearance and although he had no real reason to blush, his cheeks felt like they were on fire.

Geralt laughed ever so quietly. Jaskier eyed him carefully as the man's mouth turned up in the slightest smirk. Oh, Geralt was teasing him.

Jaskier flicked the dish towel at Geralt before joining Ciri at the oven, taking the mitts from her before she could try to hurt herself carrying too many hot pizzas. They took the pizzas to the lounge and before Jaskier could worry about where he should sit, Ciri sat him in the middle of the sofa because that’s where guests sit, Mr. Frilly.

“What film are we watching?” Ciri asked, sat on the floor in front of the telly to get to the DVD player.

“Oh!” Jaskier popped up again and went to his bag. “Have you guys seen The Princess Bride?”

Ciri had not and Gert agreed it was a not-rubbish film. Not that Jaskier would have judged him too harshly if he didn’t liked his favourite film.

He sat between Geralt and Ciri as they ate pizza, and Jaskier definitely agreed it was at least the best pizza in town and quite frankly until he tried ‘Papa Vesemir's’ pizza, he was willing to say best ever. They watched the film, Geralt and Jaskier both half watching Ciri watch it for the first time. When Geralt took his hair out from its bun, Jaskier couldn’t help but reach over to tuck a stray lock behind his ear before Geralt tied half of it back anyway.

Away from the warm kitchen, it cooled down quickly in the lounge so Geralt pulled the throw blanket over them from the back of the sofa. He laughed softly when Jaskier stole the opportunity to tuck in closer as his arms were raised, and then laughed properly when Ciri used Jaskier's distraction to steal his frilly scarf.

Jaskier must have dozed off towards the end of the film because he woke up to Geralt carefully easing him up from leaning against his chest as the credits rolled. “Just putting Ciri to bed.”

Ah, yes, parenting to be done. Jaskier blinked himself awake somewhat while Geralt followed Ciri upstairs. As he listened to muffled arguments about whether she'd brushed her teeth for long enough and how many stories she needed before sleep, Jaskier took their cleared plates back to the kitchen.

He was putting the last of the clean dishes away when Geralt reappeared.

“The princess sleeps?” Jaskier asked softly. Geralt Hmmed at him, leaning against the door frame in a way that looked far too good for him to not be aware.

“Are you awake now?” Geralt teased, and Jaskier admirably resisted sticking his tongue out. Really though, he only resisted because he finally closed the distance between them and leaned up, hopeful, towards Geralt. He was pretty sure, but Oh god what if he really had misread things –

Geralt kissed him. He kissed him softly, steadily and with a firm hand holding Jaskier's hip to his waist.

Jaskier sighed, only loud enough for Geralt to just hear. “Yeah, I'm awake.”

#I wrote a thing #geraskier #geraskier fanfic #witcher fanfic #geraskier modern au #single dad geralt #jaskier has the hots for single dad geralt #geraskier being cute #geraskier snuggles #ciri is the sweetest angel gremlin #all fluff no plot

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bamf-jaskier · 3 years

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I really don't think there's a correlation between the Coën's actor and how little he appears in fanfiction. Aiden shows up a bunch probably bc he's basically a blank slate and there were a lot of plot holes around his whole story. And the idea of asshole clown Lambert having a friend/more than a friend is intriguing to explore for a lot of people. Coën doesn't get a whole lot of screen time anywhere (which is disappointing tbh, I fricking love him just based off of his interactions w Ciri in BoE) so there's not a lot of... the kind of emotional situations to explore with his character that you'd get elsewhere (aka Lambert and Aiden). He's books only (RIP), so someone who's only played the games/seen the Netflix show very easily could have never even heard of him. The Aiden stuff is much more visible and you don't have to slog thru Sapowski's obsession w breasts to get to it 🤷‍♀️ idk just my thots

For reference, anon is referencing this ask.

I think there is a bit of correlation. Now, Coën was never the most popular character. He is mentioned in the the first Witcher Game during the memory of a blade quest in Chapter 2. He is also in Blood of Elves and appears in one of Ciri’s hallucinations in Lady of the Lake.

He is very upbeat and plays with Ciri a lot while she stays at Kaer Morhen and even is one of the Witcher training her in swords. He’s actually very sweet towards Ciri and it’s really nice to see someone treat her like a real kid.

So yeah, Coën isn’t mentioned a whole lot I think he’s in three scene total in the books and one quest in the games and all we really know about him is that he is funny, same age as Lambert, has yellow-green bloodshot eyes and a beard he uses to hide scars from childhood, and is a Witcher from Poviss. Coën is a member of the Kaer Morhen Witchers at least while Ciri is there. He is a pretty blank slate and there’s a lot to explore with his story but there is a solid base to work with as well!

With Aiden, he is not in the books at all and only mentioned in TW3 during the Following the Thread quest where we are told he was a friend of Lambert’s who was killed and Geralt and him go on a merry chase to avenge his death. There’s some great lines here about Lambert and Aiden being friends and working together but we never actually meet Aiden.

Here’s where is gets interesting. There are 172 works on AO3 that have Coën as a character and only about 5 of those were posted before his casting was announce in Feb 2020. Compared to Aiden who has 497 works on AO3 and around 450 of those being posted after Feb 2020. And most of those Coën fanfics? Have him as a very minor character at best while many of the Aiden fics pair him with Lambert or have him play a larger role.

Aiden really isn’t that visible a character unless you really dive into the fandom and you want to slog through CDPR’s obsession with Triss’ breasts. However, Coën’s name has been floating around for a while now since his casting in the show meaning he has been getting publicity as a character while Aiden’s character has gotten nothing of the sort but he still remains the much more popular choice. And just to clarify, both can be awesome characters and you don’t have to decide between one or the other. Use both! Write both! They aren’t polar opposites and they aren’t ultimatums of each other.

There isn’t really any obvious direct connection between Coën’s character being cast as a poc and the lack of content. No one has said “I didn’t write Coën in Kaer Morhen raising Ciri with the others because he is a poc now”.

But I do think we have to look at the fact that despite many articles talking for almost a year now about Coën, Eskel and Lambert being the Witchers we will meet in season 2, the fandom has largely chosen to write Coën, a canon character of color, out of the Kaer Morhen and raising Ciri fandom narrative. It comes down again the how the subconscious choices we make as a fandom seemingly reflect this sense of bias.

I don’t even know if most people have noticed this before these asks have brought it up. Maybe you haven’t kept up to date with any of the casting news and had no idea they cast someone as this Witcher named Coën you have never heard of. That’s all fine!

It is just interesting how Coën is so excluded while another minor character with a similar backstory and given fandom personality (many people write Aiden as the mischievous, fun loving type similar to Coën) is given so more attention. You can use these two side characters to see a parallel of how fandom treats a canon character of color like Coën.

#sorry this is a very long post apparently #I didn’t expect it to be this long but they’re both minor characters and not a lot of people know them #so I figured I should give some background #and then it turned into this whole meta-analysis#so yeah #here’s some thoughts I guess #I definitely think implicit bias probably plays a role. That’s the thing about it being implicit you don’t know it’s there #unless you are specifically thinking about it #the witcher #coen #Aiden #asks #anon #fandom racism

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afterhoursfic · 3 years

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Hi! I saw your lactation prompt with Yen, and it reminded me of this prompt I sent to another blog. It wasn't their cup of tea and I was wondering if you might like it? Eskel/Vesemir/Geralt/Lambert daddy!kink, breeding!kink, lactation. wolf school used to use a potion to make their witchers lactate for when they recieved a baby child of surprise. The wolves don't believe it, so Vesemir makes a batch and Eskel volunteers to try it. It works, but it also makes him horny AF. He begs to be bred and his papa Vesemir and his brothers are more than willing to help. It's all about those hoe Eskel rights!

Okay I really loved this prompt and not just for the hoe Eskel part, but I hope you enjoy reading it!

He doesn’t know how the conversation started, just that it was late and they were all deep in their cups on Lambert’s shitty moonshine, even Vesemir for once.

It wasn’t as if they cared for the old witcher practices, if they weren’t useful now, and most weren’t, there was no point in knowing it because it only served to open wounds and secrets that should really remain unknown.

Yet when the conversation predictably goes to Geralt’s child of surprise, a topic Lambert enjoys bringing up every chance he gets (he’s just thankful they don’t bring up Diedre), Vesemir buts in with his own stories of the problem of too many babies earned through the law of surprise and no safe way to bring them to Kaer Morhen. Basically, they couldn’t produce milk to sustain them, a fair point, but the school was desperate for recruits and so they made a potion, and each witcher out on the path would take the recipe so if the time ever came, they could lactate to support their new charge.

The story is just a bit too outlandish for him, and given Lambert’s scowl and Geralt’s somewhat mortified glare, no doubt imagining himself lactating to feed Ciri from one side of the continent to the other, he knows they don’t believe it either.

But then Vesemir lists off the ingredients with far too much ease and then the method to make it, adding in that he almost did it for Geralt, but he was just old enough not to need it when Vesemir found him, which frankly earned a snort from him and a ribbing from Lambert who would no doubt use it to his advantage in the future.

Hearing all of it though Eskel can’t help but feel curious. He craves knowledge, always eager to delve into the unknown, at least bookwise, he wasn’t going to gamble his life on a contract, and hearing this he wanted to know the truth, if such a thing could really work.

As Geralt and Lambert scuffled on the other side of the table Eskel turned to Vesemir, a hint of humor in the older witchers eye when he turned to face him and he whispered, almost impossible to hear even to himself.

“Can you make the potion?”

Vesemir just scoffed as he drained his cup slurring out “Of course I could make it, if you listened a minute ago you would know how to make it as well”

Then there was silence as Vesemir refilled his mug, Geralt and Lambert now staring between them and Eskel could swear his face turned bright red in embarrassment as they pieced together the conversation.

All eyes were on him then and Eskel hated it, feeling like he was examined down to the bone and he was just about to stand up and say his goodnight’s, hoping the next morning the others were all too drunk to remember it when Geralt spoke up.

“You want to try the potion” Sure, he did, but having it said so bluntly didn’t exactly help matters and he just nodded once in answer and the room turned silent again as they all thought on it, on what would happen. He looked up when Geralt hummed and he could smell the startings of arousal? Coming off of Geralt as he turned to him again “Can I be there?”

Eskel nodded again before saying “It’s just curiosity, nothing else”

Again, he felt all of their eyes boring into him, before suddenly Lambert leaned back and smacked his hand on the table “Well guess I’ve got to see it too now, plus it’ll be fun to watch you squirm”

He felt himself let out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding and almost didn’t even hear Vesemir interject “That settles it, we’ll all be there. Tomorrow good?”

He could only nod as he tried to come to terms with what he agreed to, he was going to down some potion that hasn’t been used in decades to make himself lactate for all his brothers to see. With a sigh he straightened his back before finishing his drink, turning his eyes away as he bid them farewell and escaped back to his room to properly work out what the fuck just happened.

When he woke up the next morning, he half hoped it was all some drunken fever dream. In fact, he’d fully talked himself into believing it until he got downstairs to see a grinning Lambert, never a good sign.

He was only proven right as Lambert stepped closer to grab his pec as if it were a women’s tit before quickly stepping away from hitting distance as he said “So how do you feel about growing your own pair of tits? Will be the first you’ve touched in how long?”

He’s somewhat proud of how he manages to catch Lambert unawares and knock him to the floor in retaliation before he quickly escapes back to the kitchen for food, but not before Lambert tells him Vesemir’s already preparing his potion and that it’ll be ready by noon. Great, now he had a deadline, and he won’t be able to focus on anything else until this whole business is over with.

Although the more he thinks about it he finds himself almost excited about it, about how it would feel as his tits filled out, would they even fill out and what it would be like to leak milk, could he convince one of them to suck at his tit so he could feel that too?

He cussed Lambert for putting thoughts in his head and got himself some bread and meats before heading back to his room, and no he didn’t stomp his way there or slam his door in a horny strop, no matter what Lambert says.

It’s gone midday when he ventures out of his room, it’s not like he can stay there forever and it’s better than having one of them come knocking on his door to tell him to drink his lactating potion. Gods he was so fucked.

It didn’t make going down to the great hall to see all three of them sitting there, waiting for him, and feigning polite conversation as if they weren’t just about to watch their brother, brother, lactate.

Thankfully, he wasn’t made to ask for the potion, Vesemir just held it out to him and he quickly snatched it up, ignoring their eyes boring into him as he unstoppered it to get a smell. He didn’t know what he expected but it wasn’t the sweet smell wafting up to him, almost like a mix of honey and milk he’d seen mothers make their kids at night, and he was quick to shove that thought to the side as he quickly downed the potion in one.

He was surprised when the effects weren’t instantaneous like their other potions and for a long while he thought it hadn’t worked and that Vesemir’s memory wasn’t as good as he seemed to think. He was just about to gruffly tell them that the show’s over and head back to meditate, no not strop Lambert, in his room.

At least that’s until he feels an itch? A pain? On the right side of his chest and for a moment he thinks that somehow, he’s having a heart attack, it’s a feeling so unfamiliar to him that he can’t help but lift a hand to work at the ache steadily growing and he’s only faintly aware when he hears Geralt’s breath hitch.

When he looks to the other witcher he sees his eyes are blown wide and fixed to wear he’s working his chest, which just so turns out to be his pec, his pec that’s supposed to be producing milk and Eskel lets out his own breath. He can’t get his shirt off fast enough and when he does, he’s looking down as he strokes and squeezes at his tits, barely able to keep back his moan when he notices that they're bigger, easily a full handful now and he can’t stop himself from playing with them.

He wants to see himself, to force the first bead of milk out but no matter how much he works his tits nothing seems to work. There is a pressure there that he’s desperate to release but he can’t help but get frustrated when all he does do is work himself up the more he pinches and tugs at his nipples until Lambert speaks up.

“Looks like you’ve got a bigger problem than a couple of sore tits, your cock’s trying to say hello” He ignores Lambert’s snicker as he gets hit over the head to look down and sure enough the head of his cock is peeking out of the top of his pants, hard and leaking over his stomach and clothes. Now that he’s seen it it’s all he can focus on, how his cock is so hard it almost hurts, so he moves a hand under his trousers to start jerking off whilst the other keeps pinching at his tits trying to get anything out at this point and he really can’t help his groan. “Fucking hell Vesemir, witchers took this around kids? That’s fucked up, and more fucked up than usual”

He barely registers Lambert getting hit again or Vesemir’s ‘The effects are different for everyone’ because he just aches too much, he feels too empty and too full, and whilst he can gradually feel something building it’s not enough, he needs more, to be filled up properly to drive him over because he thinks he’ll go insane with want before anything happens.

“Fuck me” It was said as a whisper, one Eskel didn’t realize he’d even said until he heard three gasps of air. He couldn’t wait though, desperate for anything to fill him up at this point, to take him over the edge and get him to spill, from where didn’t matter but he just needed it.

He repeated the command even as his eyes shut, head rolled back as he continued working his cock and nipple, growling when it did little to help the empty ache that begged him to be filled, in fact, he’d just moved his hand down past his taint to try and get his fingers into his hole, slick with nothing but pre.

A growl left him when a firm hand grabbed his wrist to stop him and he looked up to see Vesemir, a vial of something in his other hand as he coaxed Eskels hand out of his pants.

“If you want to get fucked then we’re going to do it properly before you hurt yourself” Eskel could only focus on the words ‘we’ and ‘fuck’ and the thought had his hole clenching, just waiting to feel one of them slide their cocks in and Eskel couldn’t help himself from taking his hand back to stroke his cock again before Vesemir batted it away “We can’t fuck you with your clothes on wolf”

That sentence he did register and was practically tearing his clothes off, shivering as the cool air of the room hit him and he didn’t even realize someone was helping him until he was naked and he briefly caught a flash of white hair before a mouth was on his nipple, sucking and biting it whilst Geralt’s hand fondled his other tit, now swollen and too big for a handful but it still didn’t stop Geralt.

Eskel hissed at the feeling of it, at the gentle pressure and the way Geralt was sucking at his tit like he was desperate for something, his milk he realized in the back of his mind, and Eskel felt his knees grow weak as Geralt doubled his efforts, and he would have fallen if it wasn’t for Vesemir’s strong grip on his hips.

He didn’t even recognize when Lambert came up behind him, just felt his head being pulled back and he found himself leaning back against a strong chest and pulled into a messy kiss purely because he didn’t have the brainpower for anything more finessed.

So focused on Lambert’s burning grip around his waist, on the way he licked into his mouth as Geralt moved his mouth to his other tit, a line of spit connecting him whilst he admired the red, swollen nipple he’d been working on until he rushed forward to latch desperately onto his other one. It was all too much and not enough, and he still felt too empty, was ready to whine about and try and work Lambert’s cock into his ass somehow, regardless of prep, until he clenched his hole and found that he was currently being finger fucked by Vesemir and gods how had he missed that.

“In me, please, need one of you in me now” He heard Lambert chuckle against his lips and Vesemir tut, mentioning something about manners, but then Lambert had a hand under his thigh and was lifting it up to make space for Vesemir to step between his legs. “Daddy” He felt Vesemir shudder, could hear Lambert swear in his ear and Geralt groan with a mouth still around his nipple, and the feeling was enough to have Eskel whine because he was so close to getting what he wanted, no needed “Daddy, daddy please breed me, wanna be filled with your pups”

Eskel whined when he felt Geralt pull away, but he didn’t mourn long before he felt Vesemir's hands under his thighs, holding him up and open which left Eskel clinging onto Vesemir’s shoulders as the older witcher quickly fucked his cock into him. He didn’t even get a chance to enjoy finally feeling full, to grind down and feel his cock settle even deeper into him, the perfect place to come and so deep inside of him he’ll have to catch, but all thoughts of that were gone as Vesemir immediately started fucking him, nothing but the sound of their fucking and Eskel’s unbidden moans on every other thrust could be heard.

“That’s it, daddy, just like that, just like-“ He broke off with a cry as Vesemir moved his hips and was now driving against his prostate “Fuck daddy right there, you gonna knock me up? Gods wanna be full of your pups, want you to fuck me till I’m dripping come, daddy, will you do that?”

“I won’t last long with that mouth on you, wolf”

Eskel couldn’t help but moan, trying to fuck himself back on Vesemir’s’ cock despite the tight grip on his thighs letting out chants of ‘yesyesyes’ and ‘harder daddy’ and ‘right there’, reminding Vesemir he has to fuck him deep if he wants him to catch. The comment is always accompanied by a swear from Vesemir before he shifts his legs to reach deeper in him to make his hole tighter around Vesemir’s’ cock until the witcher is panting and Eskel’s pretty sure he’s drooling over Vesemir’s shoulder as he whines at the witcher to come.

It’s when Vesemir leans forward to latch onto one of Eskel’s nipples, sucking at it that Eskel swears he leaks a bit of milk into Vesemir’s mouth, and that fact with Vesemir changing his angle so that his cock stretches even further into him has Eskel coming. His neglected cock twitching as he spills between them and he’s pretty sure he whines out for his daddy again because he feels Vesemir fuck into him once, twice, and on the third time he stays there, grinding deeper into him as the witcher comes with a snarl, fucking him full of come and the realization has Eskel clench around Vesemir’s cock trying to coax as much out as he can.

When he comes to a little bit, he realizes he’s being passed off to Lambert, behind him but still being held up as Vesemir pulls out. Eskel whimpers and tries to cling onto Vesemir with a soft ‘daddy’ to get him to stay, that and the fact that Vesemir’s come is dripping out of him, he can hear it splatter on the stone beneath him, has Eskel feeling hollow and empty again.

Vesemir just offers him a quick kiss before pulling back to say “You wanna get bred don’t you wolf? You’ll have a better chance with three of us, have you swollen by the end of the night if that’s what you want” Eskel’s shudder and muttered swear is answer enough as Vesemir pulls away and his space is quickly filled with Geralt who again latches onto one of his tits.

He’s not left waiting as he feels Lambert slip his cock into him, the sound of their fucking wet and dirty as Lambert whispers a whole manner of dirty things to him, all centered with him on someone’s cock, whilst Geralt worked at his tits, desperate to taste a drop of him as his brother humped his front. Occasionally their cocks bumped together, but Eskel wasn’t fully hard yet, was still recovering from the last one but even then it was the last thing on his mind, right now it was all about getting Lambert to add to the mess Vesemir had left in his hole.

It’s not long before Lamberts biting his neck whilst he grinds his cock deep into him as he comes, and it's then Geralt moans and snarls as he pulls away, pinching one of his nipples between his fingers and he looks down too to watch a bead of milk bead at the tip before Geralt again snarls as he latches on, humping him desperately as he sucks and Eskel lets out a shattered groan when the ache on his tit gives way to pure relief, ecstasy, as he’s finally letting out milk.

He can hear Lambert whine behind him before the witcher's hand comes to work on his other tit to help alleviate the ache whilst Geralt feeds, slapping their brother away with a snarl of mine when Geralt moves to latch onto that one. Eskel’s sure he can come from this, he can feel Lambert’s cock, still inside him, getting hard again and glancing over his prostate whilst Geralt feeds on him.

Only then Geralt chokes as he comes between them and suddenly Eskel is begging ‘In me, Geralt, get your cock in me now’ and he feels Lambert start to pull out, feels the stretch when Geralt tries to shove his cock in just as the head of Lambert’s cock is pulling out, can feel the stretch of both of them in his hole for just a moment before Lambert’s out and Geralt is grinding out the tail end of his orgasm and it’s that which has him shaking through a second orgasm.

The rest of the night is spent in much of the same way, in that even being filled by all three of them isn’t enough, that ache to be filled comes back and he begs to get two of them in his ass at once, but the promise of another time from Vesemir will have to do for now. Although the implied later, of doing this all again, is not lost on Eskel.

They spend hours on the floor by the fire, where he’s left to ride Geralt’s cock who watches with wide eyes and eager hands on his tits as they bounce with each movement, but it doesn’t last long before Lambert kneels beside him to latch onto his other nipple, groaning at the first taste of his milk. Before he can pull either of them into a kiss, where just the thought of tasting his own milk on their tongues has him shiver, Vesemir pulls his head, teasing his cock head at his mouth and fuck why hadn’t Eskel thought of this, letting out a moan when he feels Vesemir’s cock slide deep down his throat.

#afterhours cw lactation #afterhours cw breeding kink #afterhours cw daddy kink #afterhours fic week #any feedback is welcome

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dykeredhood · 3 years

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Decided I’d answer all the Witcher-y questions that @inthishousewelovejoeybatey put together (from here)

The Trials: Would you ever become a Witcher?

Hell yes, please load me up with herbs and mutagens – I’ll miss my pretty brown eyes, but in exchange I’ll get night vision and an even more piercing glare. I think I’m hardy enough to withstand everything they put the lil witchers through with only a minimum of shrieking

Monsters: What monster would you be?

I’d be a noonwraith – being associated with fields bursting with grain and also abducting mortals to make them dance with me until they die is enticing

Butcher of Blaviken: Have you ever been in a fight?

Not really? I’ve had to sock a few people, like the guy who introduced himself to me at a university party and then kissed me full on the mouth. That was followed by a surprisingly coordinated right hook, since I was already pretty drunk by then. The I was at a nightclub in Scotland (hoping to head back to Sneaky Pete’s when it’s safe to travel 🙏🏼) and someone was getting far too handsy with me out on the dance floor, so I caught him with my elbow a few times across his jaw and brow bone and that put a stop to things.

Her Sweet Kiss: What was your first kiss like?

I’m going to show restraint and hold off on putting that 3oh3! song in here. It was awkward and we were both in middle school and it was just both us fumbling all “ok I guess this is how you do this” it was also while we were at Disneyland in a Haunted Mansion doom buggy

Lute: Do you play any instruments?

I played the flute (and piccolo) all through grade school up until university, and I actually bought myself a flute to re-learn how to play it, since that’ll be a nice hobby to engage in again

The Path: Do you like to travel? Favorite place you’ve visited?

I love traveling, and I was meant to head on trips to the east coast and down to Anaheim this year (if we didn’t have the pandemic sweep in and screw everything up there 😭). My favorite place I’ve visited has been Scotland – Edinburgh was lovely and seeing Hadrian’s Wall was fantastic (the segment of Hadrian’s Wall I visited was Birdoswald Fort though). I have a lot of fun strutting through the airport with my bootheels clicking on the hard floor and having a dirty martini at the bar before I board my plane. I did make it up to Chicago in Feb 2020 for C2E2, right before things started getting really serious with coronavirus in the US, and I’m really glad I at least got that bit of traveling in

Ballads: What’s your favorite song?

If we wanna choose something that probably would exist in the Witcher land, I’ve been vibing to these songs:

Prickle Holly Bush/Charge of the Highland Cattle

Otherwise I’ve been recently vibing to The Wiggles, and this song really stands out, also the MCU could NEVER - Super Anto

Chaos: Do you believe in Magic?

I’m not going to rule out the possibility of magic, but it’s not really anything I’ve observed with my own two eyes. I will encourage my plants to grow with kind words and a reminder that they all come from good hardy stock

Child Surprise: Do you want children?

I don’t have what it takes to be a good mother – I know how to look after a child and give them good nutrition and everything, all that academic stuff. I don’t think I have the capacity/skill to be suitably nurturing toward a child, and with all that in mind, I cannot bring a new child into the world that I’m responsible for caring for when I don’t feel like I can be a well-rounded and quality parent that that child would deserve. I’m happy to be the fun auntie who’ll bring gifts of interesting candies and knives during the holidays, but I can’t be ANYONE’S mother

Destiny: Do you believe in destiny?

No, not in the slightest. Destiny would probably have me be some man’s agreeable & repressed wife with a quaint house and a couple kids that I end up emotionally abusing because that’s all I’m goddamned used to and I cannot subject anyone to that treatment, my having gone through it is ENOUGH

Igni: Be honest, you would use Igni for simple, daily matters like warming the tub or lighting a candle, wouldn’t you?

If I had the ability to conjure up fire with my hands whenever I wanted? Absolutely – no more matches or lighters for me, we use magic now

Axii: If you could influence someone’s mind, what would you make them do/say?

I’d want to compel greasy politicians to give a shit about their subjects constituents

Otherwise I couldn’t justify controlling anyone’s mind (aside from in a kinky context but even then, I’d prefer to be the one who’s magically compelled to do things)

Speak normally: Favorite Witcher quote

The entirety of the scene where Ciri demands Geralt tell her a bedtime story (because how can she fall asleep without a story?) and even the dryad traveling with them gets invested in the story he tells about the fox and the cat.

Unbearably crotchety and cantankerous: What is your personality like?

I sure do have a lot of personality (anyone who’s met me in person can attest to this). At work I can get metallic and uptight, and outside of work it’s a little better, I enjoy snarky banter with my friends and my laugh sounds like a lumberjack (or Disney villain). To everyone’s apparent surprise, my apartment is pretty messy, but I know where the things I need are. Except for (apparently) where I put my flute, I thought I put it in a certain box and it’s not THERE. Back to my actual personality, I can be abrasive at times but I really enjoy helping my friends.

Doublet: Favorite outfit of Jaskier’s

Anything that includes his fancy plum bonnet with an egret’s feather – a hat with a flamboyant plume always gets me

The White Wolf: Favorite Geralt (Books, Games or Show)

Tbh my favorite Geralt is book!Geralt, he’s so snarky and the way he becomes the designated dad of almost everyone he meets just melts my heart (the way he met lil Ciri in the books is far superior to how they did that whole scene in the Netflix series)🫀 and I really like the Yorkshire/Scottish accent he has in the audiobooks

Geralt of Riva: Thoughts on Geralt

He is my DAD and also ME and in some instances I want to RIDE HIM (these are all separate instances and moods please do not show this to Freud). My father is a ballet dancer, he’s also really knowledgeable because he’s an engineering professor, and he doesn’t exactly have the most welcoming personality, so the comparisons there are obvious. (The School of the Wolf uses a lot of ballet inspired movements with how they train witchers how to fight, and it really stresses practicing enough to have that good technique and muscle memory in your body which is HUGE if you want to move swiftly and without injury)

Geralt’s whole exchange with Visenna where he’s upset that she knew what would happen if she (essentially) handed him over to her a Witcher and then she did it anyway really landed with me since my mother studied early childhood development and then went on to fucking give me PTSD. Geralt also canonically loves giving head and I would be all over that, let’s be real

Jaskier: Thoughts on Jaskier

Jaskier has been overhyped by the Witcher Netflix fans — this isn’t even me being surly, it’s honestly more me being practical. I’m glad y’all enjoy his character, and Joey Batey is a great fit for the role, but here’s the damn thing: Dandelion is more of only intermittent character in the books and I love to see his antics when he shows up, but he’s just not featured as prominently as the rest of the Witcher fam. He’s such a disaster slut, and I love how he’ll be affable with everyone, becoming fast friends with the dwarves and dressing up all roguish like them. The part from the books where he acquired an assassin’s knife to stick in his belt but it keeps poking him when he bends forward so he just leaves it somewhere is charming

Yennefer of Vengerberg: Thoughts on Yennefer

I want a powerful sorceress wife. It’s sweet the way she interacts with lil Ciri, but I really don’t care for how she keeps calling her “ugly one” – even if it’s meant to be affectionate, it’s not something good for a little one to constantly be hearing.

Ciri: Thoughts on Ciri

PROTECT HER – she’s so earnest when she’s training to be a witcher at Kaer Morhen and Geralt is such a DAD and it’s really lovely (esp when she’ll run up all “praise me, Geralt!!” and then he does – it melts my heart 🥺). There’s entirely too much trauma porn involving Ciri in the books, though; I know bad and distasteful things happen in the Witcher land, but it feels excessive, especially seeing that she’s still a young woman trying to make her way in the world and all. She’s skilled and fierce and I wanna be girlfriends with her

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jaskierswolf · 4 years

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You Set My Heart Ablaze Pt. 7/25

(Warning for alcohol abuse/drink driving)

Coën was laughing loudly as he started to unpack Ciri’s craft box. The teenager had barely been in their house a minute before Ciri had launched herself at him with endless energy. Geralt felt a smile tug at his lips as he watched them. He wondered whether he’d ever had that much energy as a child. It felt like a lifetime ago.

“Ok, little lion cub.” Geralt called over to the blonde. She looked up at him with sparkling green eyes, although the sparkle was probably partly due to the cloud of glitter that had exploded from the box. “Be good for Coën, ok?”

Ciri rolled her eyes and pursed her lips, looking very much unimpressed. “Yes Dad.” She droned.

“I mean it, Princess.” Geralt replied more firmly but opened his arms as he knelt to the floor and she bundled in to give him a tight hug. He kissed her hair before pulling away. “Remember, if you want to mess with the glitter you have to help clean it up.” He reminded her gently.

Ciri stuck her tongue out of him. “I know Dad. You tell me every time!”

“And every time I end up cleaning glitter off of the carpet.” He reminded her.

She grumbled at that but didn’t say anything, favouring to cross her arm in front of her chest. Her face flushed red. Coën scooped her up into his arms with a laugh. “Don’t worry, Mr Rivia, I’ll make sure she helps this time.”

Ciri scowled but gripped onto Coën’s chest before a look of horror flashed over her face. “You won’t tell Mr Jaskier, will you?” She asked quietly.

“Do I need to tell Mr Jaskier?” Geralt asked with a tilt of his head.

Ciri shook her head almost violently in protest. “No! I’ll be good. I’ll clean up. Promise.”

Geralt smiled softly, knowing that it wouldn’t be the last time she spilled glitter all over the carpet but it was a process and she was learning. “Do you help clean up for Mr Jaskier after art class?”

She nodded and pouted at him. “Otherwise we’re not allowed paints next class.”

Geralt nodded. “Wise man.”

“The paint stops working if we forget to put it away.” Ciri continued with her nose scrunched up as she recalled what her teacher said. “Mr Jaskier says if we look after things then they look after us back.”

“Mr Jaskier is right.” Geralt reached forward to squeeze her hand. “Is there anything you want me to say to him tonight, little lion cub?”

“Ummm…” Ciri thought about it. “Tell him that he sings better than you.”

Coën laughed at then and Geralt sighed heavily. “Alright, Princess. I’ll be home to read you a bedtime story.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” Geralt ruffled her hair and grabbed the keys to his truck. Ciri waved him goodbye as he shut the door.

It was raining heavily outside but he didn’t want to go back for his umbrella. It would only confuse his daughter if he kept going in and out of the house. So he pulled his thick black coat up to his ears and dashed to the car. It had been bright sunshine and blue skies earlier that day when he’d picked Ciri up from school. He rolled his eyes. It was almost impossible to guess what the weather would be on an hour to hour basis in this town, but at least the rainier months meant there were less wildfires in the forests so slightly less work for his team.

Work had been slightly less busy since the school day a couple of weeks ago. They had had less calls for jobs that just weren’t for the fire crew and domestic fires had dropped slightly, not counting the university dorms. Of course there had been the usual spike for Bonfire Night. Geralt hated working Bonfire Night. It was like everyone forgot that fire could be deadly and destructive. He blamed the Eternal Fire priests for that. It was a stupid tradition to celebrate the gift of the Eternal Fire that had made it into society’s mainstream calendar. Geralt sighed. Really it had all just become a way for companies to earn more money on tacky decorations and fireworks. Geralt shook his hair out as he slipped into the truck, spraying water droplets all over the dashboard. He chuckled to himself. Yennefer would have rolled her eyes and made some joke about him not actually being a wolf.

It was the little things in life.

The wind screen wipers were working over time as the rain battered his truck. He sighed as he squinted through the waterfall at the road in front of him. The sky was dark grey and cloudy, streaks of light burst through the clouds though, bouncing off the road and intermittently blinding him. Luckily it was only a short journey to the school and there wasn’t much traffic on the road. His truck was made for worse conditions than this and handled the slippery corners without any trouble. Even so, it was good to be cautious.

He drove slower than he normally would, frowning as he noticed the lights of a car behind him in his rear view mirror. They were driving way too close to him considering the conditions. He just hoped they weren’t heading to the school. He really didn’t fancy a confrontation. He just wanted to get inside and talk to Jaskier about Ciri’s progress. He hadn’t seen the teacher since the wolf pack’s visit to the school a couple of weeks ago and the last week had been half term so he hadn’t even had Jaskier’s weekly email to look forward to, not that the email was the highlight of his week. That would be ridiculous. It was just a very small crush on the teacher and he was really just very proud of Ciri’s progress every week. That was why he was so excited about his first parents’ evening with Jaskier. He’d finally have a chance to really discuss Ciri’s school life with her teacher. It had nothing to do with Jaskier’s bright blue eyes and heartwarming smiles.

It sounded like a lie, even in his head.

He groaned as he saw the car behind him start to indicate as they approached the school’s turning.

“Just don’t say anything.” He muttered to himself as he pulled into a parking space a little away from the school, hoping the rain would entice the other car to park closer to the door but there weren’t many spaces left and the red sports car pulled up next to him. “Don’t say anything and they’ll go away.”

He took a deep breath before opening the door carefully and bracing against the rain. He slammed the door shut and strode purposefully towards the door, cold water already seeping into his damp clothes. He took a deep breath a let the scent of the rain wash over him. He’d always loved the smell of a rainstorm. The cool water had seeped into the tarmac and the air came to life with the sweet scent of rain. It reminded him of camping trips he’d taken with Vesemir as a kid. The fresh leafy smell of the forest. It was like home.

“Hey!” A voice called behind him and he closed his eyes with a heavy sigh. He carried on towards the school, pretending he hadn’t heard anything. “Oi! I know you can hear me, freak!”

Geralt growled and spun round to face the unknown abuser. “I can hear you but it’s tipping it down. If you want to talk then wait until we’re inside.”

“Oh no, you’re not avoiding me.” The man yelled back. “Why the fuck were you driving like that? I’m already late and you were going five miles under the speed limit man. The fuck is wrong with you!?”

Geralt kept his face forward as he pushed through the doors to the reception. Ms Merigold smiled brightly when she saw him. Her thick dark caramel hair was pulled back into a messy bun on the top of her head. Wispy strands of dark wavy hair had escaped and was scattered like a halo around her face.

“Geralt! So glad you could make it.” She beamed.

“Where we going?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

“School hall.” She nodded down the corridor. “You just need to sign in.” She passed him a plastic blue clipboard with a list of names. He flipped through the classes until he found Jaskier’s name and scrawled his signature by Ciri’s name on the register.

“Stop ignoring me, freak.” The man behind him growled again and shoved him in the back.

Geralt barely stumbled forward. Ms Merigold’s eyes widened and she looked ready to join the fray, but Geralt shook his head at her.

“Excuse me, I was just signing in.” Geralt turned round to the man. He was a smaller stubbier man than him with sandy blond hair. He reeked of sweat and booze. Geralt had half a mind to call the police, he was probably in no state to be driving anywhere, especially in the terrible conditions. “Perhaps you’d like to do the same.”

“Don’t tell me what to do! I should have gone first, you asshole. I told you I was late.” He pushed around him to the desk.

“Mr Foltest, I must ask you to calm down and apologise to Mr Rivia.” Ms Merigold said firmly as he tore the register from her hand.

“Oh sure, he’s Geralt but I’m Mr Foltest. What’s up with that? You sleeping together?” He smirked nastily.

Geralt had had enough, he was cold and wet, and this guy was being a complete shit of a man for no reason. He grabbed the man by the collar and lifted him off his feet. “Enough! Apologise. Now.” He growled.

“Geralt. It’s ok.” Ms Merigold called.

“Call the police!” Foltest cried. “I’m being assaulted!”

“You’re being detained.” Geralt said through gritted teeth and dropped the man, swiftly grabbing his hands behind his back and holding him in place. “Ms Merigold, he stinks of alcohol and I can confirm that he was driving. I don’t think it’s safe to let him go.”

“I’ll call the police.” She nodded and rushed to dial the emergency number.

The man squirmed in Geralt’s hold, swearing and shouting at the top of his voice but Geralt tuned it out. He could already feel his head begin to throb and this man was not making it any easier. He could vaguely hear Ms Merigold’s voice on the phone to the police and then afterwards trying to calm down the man struggling in his grip but Geralt let it all wash over him. He just focussed on keeping a firm grip on the man without causing too much damage. He really didn’t want to get done for assault. Vesemir would kill him.

“Geralt?”

A new voice broke through his thoughts and his eyes flung open to see Jaskier standing in the corridor. Blue eyes glimmering with worry. His hair was ruffled up messily, Geralt presumed the younger man had been running his hands through it. For a second his traitorous mind wondered if it was really as soft as it looked. He still remembered the way his fire engine had smelled faintly of chamomile for days after their trip to the school. He was sure that scent had come from Jaskier but he hadn’t been close enough to the man since to confirm his theory. Either way he’d caught himself dumping a box of chamomile tea into his trolley the last time he was at the grocery store. He’d told himself it was due to the increased stress levels he’d been experiencing since Ciri had barrelled into his life but now he was starting to wonder.

“Just waiting for the police.” Geralt grumbled. “Stinks of booze, not to mention he was trying to start a fight.”

“Are you hurt?” Jaskier asked. “I was worried when you didn’t show up for your slot.”

“I’m fine.” He grumbled but quickly soften when he saw the concerned looked in Jaskier’s beautiful blue eyes. “Thank you for checking.”

“He attacked me!” Foltest yelled.

“Mr Foltest, you pushed Mr Rivia first, not to mention verbally abusing him and trying to provoke a reaction.” Ms Merigold stated, her voice shaking a little but Geralt was proud of the fire in her eyes. “The police are on the way. Jaskier, perhaps you could help clear reception?”

Geralt looked around with a start. He hadn’t noticed the crowd that had gathered around them. They were all looking wide-eyed and fearfully at the pair of them. He rolled his eyes, maybe Vesemir would still kill him. It wouldn’t look good on the fire station. He should have kept his anger in check.

Jaskier jumped into action and clapped his hands loudly. “Alrighty!” He called out. “You heard Ms Merigold. Nothing to see here! Please make your way to the school hall or to your vehicles if you have finished up with your teachers.”

A few members of the crowd began to disperse but a great deal of them remained to watch. Jaskier sighed and rolled his eyes.

Then to Geralt’s surprise he jumped up onto the reception counter nimbly and waved his arms wildly.

“Come on now!” He raised his voice again. “Get a shuffle on. Otherwise I’ll have to start singing!” Jaskier flashed Geralt a smile as he said that. “And trust me, I know a song that could really get on your nerves. I don’t teach year two for no reason!”

“If you’re not careful he’ll get his lute out.” Geralt added sarcastically.

Jaskier laughed. “It’s a beautiful instrument and so under-appreciated.”

The rest of the parents slowly filtered out of the reception area, but Jaskier stayed behind. He slid down so he was sitting on the countertop rather than standing on it.

“Watch my paperwork, Jaskier.” Triss fussed as sheets went flying to the floor.

“Priorities, Triss.” Jaskier shot back with a wink.

“Would you two shut up?” Geralt sighed.

Jaskier’s mouth snapped shut and he looked down at Geralt with the saddest expression. He felt his heart clench in his chest. Damn it, Jaskier must have invented puppy dog eyes. Even Ciri’s weren’t as good.

“I’ve got a headache.” He added as an explanation.

Jaskier’s expression morphed back into one of concern. “I’ll grab us both a coffee from the staffroom for after the police arrive.” He jumped down onto the floor and went to scarper away.

“I’ll have one too!” Ms Merigold shouted after him.

“Two hands!” He called back, turning round and waving his hands at her before running off.

Ms Merigold huffed and started to pick up her papers, glaring at Mr Foltest as she did. “This is your fault.” She grumbled under her breath.

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The school hall fell silent when Geralt finally made it in with Jaskier by his side. He gripped the hot mug of coffee tightly his hand. The mug was obviously Jaskier’s. It was bright yellow and covered in music notes.

He sighed. “Great.”

Jaskier nudged him gently as they walked side by side. “It’s alright. You did good. You heard what they said, he was in no fit state to drive.”

Geralt chuckled. “Yeah. Wish they wouldn’t stare though.”

“You’re a hero.” Jaskier laughed melodically. “Get used to it.”

“Hmm.” Geralt didn’t feel like a hero. He’d acted too rashly. He should never have let the guy get the better of him. He should have asked Ms Merigold to call the police once he’d gone into the school hall. Make sure he couldn’t drive home without the fuss.

“Hey?” Jaskier put his hand on Geralt’s arm. “You want to do this in my classroom?”

Geralt turned to him and raised his eyebrows. Jaskier was looking up at him with those beautiful cornflower blue eyes that haunted his dreams. He was wearing a turquoise button up shirt with black trousers. The top couple of buttons were undone, revealing a tease of dark chest hair that he hadn’t expected from the teacher. Geralt forced his gaze back to the teacher’s face, skipping over the rosy pink lips that had featured more than once in his dreams. The blue of his eyes seemed even brighter and they complimented his shirt beautifully. His hair looked as soft as ever and fell over his eyes. Geralt swallowed as he took in his appearance. He was entranced.

Jaskier was…stunning.

And he was still waiting for an answer.

Geralt nodded. “Yeah. Probably best. I think we’re distracting everyone else by being here. Should just lay low for a bit.”

Jaskier laughed. “They just can’t handle how cool we are.”

“Jaskier.” Geralt raised an eyebrow at the younger man.

“Yes, my dear?”

“You threatened to play the lute at them.”

“Hey!” He gaped and threw his hand over his heart. “I’ll have you know that the lute is very cool!”

“The lute is not cool, Jaskier.” Geralt shot back as they back out of the hall. “It’s the complete opposite of cool.”

Jaskier paused in the corridor with one hand on his hip and a mischievous smirk on his face. Geralt frowned, why did he get the feeling that he’d just walked into a trap?

“Soooo…” Jaskier’s drawled with feigned innocence. “The lute is…hot?”

Geralt felt his face instantly heat up. “That’s… that’s not what I meant.” He stammered. Although Jaskier wasn’t entirely wrong. He’d had more than a few dreams about Jaskier playing his instruments and wondering what else those talented fingers could do.

“Relax, Geralt!” Jaskier laughed. “I’m just messing with you.”

Geralt’s heart sank.

Of course. Jaskier wouldn’t actually be flirting with him. It was unprofessional. Jaskier was his daughter’s teacher. Why did he keep forgetting that?

“Just because I’m bisexual, doesn’t mean I’m out to get everyone.” Jaskier added with a smirk as they reached Jaskier’s familiar buttercup covered door.

Geralt laughed anxiously, still worrying about his growing attachment to the teacher. He hadn’t had a crush in ages. Of course it would be just his luck that his first real crush since Yen would be someone that was so unobtainable. Perhaps he had a type, unobtainable. He frowned. He was no good at this. “Good to know. So, Ciri?” He muttered trying to get the conversation back on track before he messed up any further.

Jaskier nodded but the light fell from his eyes. Geralt knew instantly that he’d fucked up. Jaskier must have misread his anger at himself as a reaction to Jaskier’s revelation. If anything the complete opposite was true. Jaskier was attracted to men. That meant that there was a possibility that Jaskier could me attracted to him.

If he only he wasn’t Ciri’s teacher.

“Ciri! Yes. Of course. It’s why we’re here of course. Take a seat, Mr Rivia.”

Mr Rivia.

Jaskier hadn’t called him that since the first day of school.

Oh he’d really fucked up.

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Geralt was only half listening to Jaskier. His mind was spiralling in panic. He squirmed in his seat as the blue-eyed teacher scrutinised him. He nodded when appropriated and hummed and grunted his way through Jaskier’s monologue about Ciri’s progress in class. He already knew most of it. Jaskier never failed to send an email at the end of the week with a brief update and Ciri herself never stopped talking about how great school was. He’d been looking forward to parents’ evening all term though and then promptly fucked up before they’d even really started talking.

Firstly he’d acted like a complete brute before even getting to the school hall. He was probably lucky that Mr Foltest wasn’t pressing charges against him. They police had convinced the man that it wouldn’t hold up in any court due to the circumstances before Geralt had picked the man up by his shirt.

Then they’d had an easy banter that was borderline flirtatious but Geralt had effectively shut that one down with his own nerves and insecurities.

And now Jaskier had thrown walls up. He’d called him Mr Rivia throughout the meeting and was almost clinical in his professionalism.

Geralt had never seen him so cold before.

He sighed and ran his hands through his hair.

“Jaskier.”

The teacher silenced and raised an eyebrow at him. “Problem, Mr Rivia?”

“Yes.” Geralt shook his head. “No. Ah fuck. Yes but not you.”

“I’m listening.”

Geralt stood up. He’d been sat still too long and it was making him skittish. He hated sitting still. It was part of the reason he’d never gone for a desk job. It would never have suited him. He needed to be moving. Always on the move, never sitting still.

“Geralt?” Jaskier pressed.

“I, umm, Ciri wanted me to tell you something.” Geralt cursed at his own idiocy. Now he was just stalling.

Jaskier deflated in his seat but gestured for him to go ahead.

“She says that you’re a better singer than I am.” Geralt grumbled, barely audible.

Jaskier had the decency to laugh at that despite his anger at Geralt. “She has taste.”

“Yeah.” Geralt agreed. “She does.”

“Well, if that’s everything?” Jaskier said shuffling the paperwork in front of him and stop up to leave the room.

“No.” Geralt shook his head. “I’m. I’m sorry.”

“For?” Jaskier asked with a suspiciously glint in his eyes.

“You trusted me.” Geralt started to say, struggling to find the words. “And I reacted badly.”

“You did.” Jaskier nodded. “But you aren’t the first, Geralt, and you certainly won’t be the last. I’m a big boy. I can handle it. You’d be surprised how many complaints I get from parents when I dare mention to their little darlings that some children have two dads or two mums. Marilka’s mother came storming in in a rage and said that I was irresponsible for teaching kids that it was possible to have more than two parents. That was encouraging kids to cheat on their future partners. That it would be my fault when Marilka couldn’t find a husband. Apparently suggesting that she might find a wife was the wrong thing to say to that.”

Jaskier sighed wearily and ran his hand through his hair. The gesture distracted Geralt as he watched his nimble fingers tug at the soft brown strands of hair.

“The headmaster has called me to the office multiple times because of it but I refuse to bend to his heteronormative way of thinking. The kids deserve to know how beautifully diverse the world can be. It’s not something to be ashamed about and I won’t hide who I am.”

“Right.” Geralt nodded as he gathered his courage. After Jaskier’s display of inner strength Geralt knew it was his turn. He didn’t talk about his sexuality very often. Most people assumed he was straight and he was happy to let them. It was easier than having to keep correcting them when they spoke about girlfriends and wives. He took a deep breath. He had to fix this. “You were right.”

“About what?” Jaskier asked him with a hand on his hip.

“The lute. It’s pretty hot.” Geralt laughed nervously.

Jaskier dropped papers that were in his hands and then jumped at his own clumsiness.

“Oh cock! Fuck. Sorry!” He put his hands up in defence and then dropped to his knees to collect his stuff. “That was inappropriate sorry! I am usually better at keeping my language PG at work.”

Geralt chuckled and knelt down to help the suddenly flustered teacher. “Relax, Jask. We’re both adults. I don’t mind if you swear.”

Jaskier blushed prettily and looked up at Geralt through his eyelashes. Had they always been that long or was Geralt just blind?

“Adults. Right. Well.” Jaskier spluttered and ran a hand through his hair. “It’s been wonderful, Geralt. I’d love to talk more but well. I have another parent and I’m already behind because of the incident earlier.”

Geralt stood up and helped Jaskier to his feet, relishing in the feel of Jaskier’s hand on his arm. He had a strong grip. Geralt filed that information away for later. He’d always thought of Jaskier as a much smaller man but in reality he was barely an inch shorter than he was and clearly stronger than he looked, and that only made him more attractive to Geralt.

“Of course.” Geralt nodded ignoring the way his heart ached in his chest. “I need to get home to Ciri. I promised her a bedtime story. It’s probably already too late.” He sighed as he glanced at his watch. “Fuck.”

Jaskier tilted his head and flashed Geralt a smile. “You know, Geralt, if you ever have any concerns about Ciri or the school or anything like that. We could…” Jaskier paused thoughtfully and licked his lips. “I don’t know, schedule a meeting? I’d be happy to sit down with you and work that out.”

Geralt frowned as he tried to work out Jaskier’s words. “I thought you said Ciri was doing well.”

Jaskier sighed and rolled his eyes. “She is.” He nodded. “Very well but we’re out of time to talk about it now. So I’m saying, if you ever want to discuss this further.”

The penny dropped and Geralt smirked.

“I understand.” Geralt nodded. “She’s pretty serious about learning the guitar. Maybe we could talk about that another time? Make sure she’s getting the right instrument?”

Jaskier’s eyes lit up. “Excellent idea, my friend!”

“Friend?” Geralt raised an eyebrow, he hadn’t realised they were friends. The word left a bitter taste in his mouth. He tried to ignore it. He wanted to be friends with Jaskier, he wanted more but being his friend was a step in the right direction.

Jaskier chuckled. “I can be friends with parents.”

Friends.

That word again.

And the tone of Jaskier’s voice left Geralt feeling uneasy. The way he said the word friend. Like he was telling Geralt they couldn’t be anything more.

Had Geralt misinterpreted Jaskier’s easy flirtations?

Maybe this was how Jaskier was with everyone?

He’d certainly bantered with Ms Merigold but that wasn’t flirting… Was it?

Fuck.

This was why Geralt had stayed single after Yen.

Yen was very direct with what she wanted and Geralt had found her brutal honesty almost refreshing. He’d always struggled to know when people were flirting with him, never really believing that he deserved it.

Jaskier’s hand cupped his cheek.

“Hey?”

Geralt blinked out of his thoughts to see Jaskier staring back at him.

“We lost you for a minute there.” Jaskier chuckled quietly and then sighed. “I like you Geralt.”

Well if that wasn’t mixed signals he didn’t know what was.

He hummed noncommittally waiting to see what Jaskier had to say.

“Mr Pankratz!!” The headmaster stormed into the room.

They broke apart quickly before Stregobor managed to assess the situation. “I understand there was an incident in reception earlier but that does not mean you are allowed to shirk your duties. Mr Rivia, my apologies but unless Mr Pankratz wants to be here until midnight then I’m afraid I have to cut this short.”

Geralt nodded. “Of course. We were just wrapping up.”

“Sorry sir.” Jaskier nodded. “Remember Geralt, any concerns. Let me know.”

“I will.” Geralt nodded as Jaskier all but ran from the classroom.

Stregobor raised an eyebrow at him. “Anything I should know about, Mr Rivia? You know I only care about giving our children the best education. If Mr Pankratz isn’t the best fit for Cirilla—”

“He is.” Geralt said firmly. “We’re just worried about Ciri’s past. Jaskier has been an excellent teacher.”

“Hmm. Well that is surprising.” Stregobor leered at him.

“I don’t lie.” Geralt growled. “Now if you don’t mind. I’ve had a long evening. I need to get home to my daughter.”

“Of course. Goodbye Mr Rivia.”

Geralt found his way back to his truck easily. Luckily the rain had stopped by the time he left the school building. He grimaced at the car parked next to his. That had been the cause of all his problems.

Then again he wouldn’t have gotten the chance to talk to Jaskier in private without it.

He laughed and patted the car. “Guess I should probably thank your asshole owner after all.”

The car alarm started to blare out.

“Fuck!” Geralt jumped into his own vehicle and fled, laughing to himself at the ridiculousness of it all as he drove back home to Ciri.

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#the witcher #geraskier #geraskier fanfiction #geralt of rivia #jaskier pankratz #jaskier #teacher!jaskier #fireman!geralt #modern au #geralt x jaskier #jaskier x geralt #geralt/jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #you set my heart ablaze #wolfie's witcher writing

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so--many-fandoms · 4 years

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Jaskier is technically a noble, right? So he probably had to go through all the fancy noble tutoring and such, not just for math and literacy and normal school stuff but for etiquette and politics and all the noble-specific training that anyone who might end up ruling at least some portion of land would need.

After Cintra falls, Ciri is the last remaining heir to the throne (unless you start looking into distant cousins and other branches that may or may not exist or have any claim to the throne); either way, assuming they manage to drive nilfgard out someday, she’ll be the next ruler. Do you see where I’m going with this?

At some point, probably a few months after they found eachother, Ciri is going to make some comment about how having her former life destroyed sucks but at least she’s escaped her boring old lineage tutor or something, and Geralt is going to realize that not only is he in charge of raising and protecting a tiny human child, he’s in charge of a royal tiny human child who will one day be the Queen of an entire country. Then he’s going to panic because she definitely needs to be learning things for that but they don’t teach Witchers how to be nobles, he has no idea what she needs to learn, this isn’t like sword fighting, he can’t teach her himself! And so his first thought will probably be Yennefer, because she was a court mage and he had probably already asked her to help teach Ciri magic/control. When he asks, though, she says she can’t help him because while sure, they received some court training at Aretuza, it was all manipulation and making people like you enough to avoid getting killed or fired for accidentally offending some random important noble (its a different story if you did so on purpose, of course). Anyway, she had never learned any of the things nobles had to know, and especially not the kinds of things they taught noble children. She was 0% qualified to be a royal tutor for anything beyond magic, and probably reading/languages (particularly Elder) and maybe math, because some spells definitely involve math to get the correct affect.

So Geralt is still panicking, and now he’s thinking he’s going to somehow have to find some noble that he can trust to know where Ciri is, and worse, what kind of noble would be willing to travel around the continent with a Witcher? So he is thinking that he’s probably going to have to leave Ciri with this random noble for months at a time, because she needs an education and to be prepared to rule but how the fuck is he going to find some noble who’s both willing to look after a Witcher’s kid (who might be the crown princess of a powerful kingdom but is also being hunted by a powerful invading army with a dark mage, any political advantage from fostering her would be negated by the huge target doing so would paint on your back) and trustworthy enough that Geralt could let her out of his sight with them? Now, there are two ways this could go.

1) yennefer Knows Things and decided to take pity on Geralt after he’s so clearly (well, clear to people that know him well(or can read minds)) freaking out over the issue, and casually mentions “isn’t that bard of yours a Viscount or something? Maybe he can help.” Skip Geralt’s what kind of viscount is named Jaskier?? confusion (yen: you didn’t know that’s not his real name?), he immediately goes to track Jaskier down, because even if they haven’t seen eachother since the dragon mountain, and Jaskier might never want to see him again no matter how much he apologizes, he knows Jaskier would never turn on Ciri. He finds him rather quickly because a lot of people are gossiping about the “Toss a Coin” bard who has recently debuted a fantastic new tragic love ballad (Geralt is definitely having Feelings the first time he hears it. Maybe it’s just coincidence that the story of Her Sweet Kiss sounds so familiar? It has to be, right? Right??? Because if not... well. There’s a third person in that song, and Geralt doesn’t think he could possibly have been that blind- but then again, he’d never known his friend was a noble or his name wasn’t actually Jaskier, had he?). Cue lots of reunitement feels and apologies and hugs (and Ciri shipping them from the background). Geralt is so relieved that Jaskier is safe and forgave him that he forgets why he had been looking for him so urgently until Jaskier asks something about where he was going/why he was in town or something like that. Geralt says something about how he’s currently raising a Princess, and he can teach her fighting and survival but he didn’t even know she was supposed to be studying things like a century’s worth of noble family trees and how to tell someone to fuck off with silverware until she mentioned how much more exciting monster-identification-lessons were, and apparently Jaskier is actually a noble? Named Julian??? And Jaskier, being fluent in Geralt, correctly interprets this as “what. Geralt. You want me to be Cirilla’s tutor? The future queen of Cintra? I’m not as young as I look, it’s been decades since I had to think about any of that bullshit, oh, fu-sorry, sorry, small ears, gods. I may be a professor at Oxford for a winter every now and then, but I am NOT a royal tutor! Besides the fact that royals learn things lower nobles don’t, I’m from Rhedania, not Cintra, we use an entirely different fashion language, and they have a weird thing about-” “Jaskier. Where the fuck am I going to find a trustworthy Cintran noble, let alone one qualified to teach her?” “Language! and they- oh. Good point. I suppose I know more about it than you do, at the least. Ugh. If I’m going to have to try to remember all this sh-stuff, I definitely am going to need some books. Cintra’s library would be best, country specific info and all, but there’s no way we’re going to get any of that, if it hasn’t burned already. Maybe Oxenfurt? If we-” “make a list. Yen has... resources.” “Well that’s terrifyingly ominous. And I hope you’re planning on letting me teach her music too, if we’re going to have to put up with all this stuffy etiquette!”

2) Yennefer doesn’t say anything, either because she figures Geralt must already know and have chosen not to go to Jaskier for some reason or because she never bothered to pay enough attention to Jaskier to find out herself. Geralt leaves to continue on his way to Kaer Morhen or just Away, because they’re still too close to Nilfgard’s front line for his comfort, and assumes that he’s just going to have to wait for the war to end to find a trustworthy noble who can teach her. On the way, they hear that Jaskier is just a couple of towns out of their way and decide to go find him because Geralt has been wanting to apologize for being a dick for months but he’d been too focused on Ciri’s safety to track him down (or maybe they just walk into a tavern and he’s there, preforming, and it’s awkward and angsty and leaves Ciri wishing she could lend them a brain cell or two because clearly they have none). Geralt apologizes, angst is had, feelings are aired. In the end, Jaskier decides to follow them because he’s missed Geralt and also he’s kind of famous for being the White Wolf’s Bard, and if Nilfgard is looking for Geralt a squishy (mostly?)human bard is a much easier target than a Witcher, and so he should also probably be heading away from the war and who is he to deny the extra protection of traveling together? Anyway, after they’ve been reunited for a few days or weeks, Jaskier gets fed up because he knows Geralt has been angsting over something, and at first he thought it was related to the whole reunion drama but it’s been long enough and it clearly has not gotten better. So he waits until Ciri is asleep and ambushes Geralt with concerned questions because sometimes the element of surprise was the only way to get him to spill things regarding feelings. Geralt knows he won’t give up, so he tells him about how he’s worried because he can do his best to protect Ciri physically, but he never thought himself qualified to raise a child, let alone a princess who will inherit a kingdom, and he knows there are a lot of things she should be learning to be ready for her future responsibilities but he had never had anything even resembling a noble education, and Yennefer may have been a court mage but she didn’t either, and unless Jaskier had some secret noble lover who would be willing to travel with them and live in a castle full of Witchers for however long the war lasted, he wasn’t going to be able to give her the education she needed until at least after the war, and she’d probably be expected to take the throne at that point so clearly that would be an issue, because while on the job training is great the fate of the kingdom would be in the balance, and- (okay, a lot of that was probably Jaskier reading between the lines. Geralt would never have spoken that much, but he was definitely thinking all of it, and Jaskier had gotten quite good at reading his Witcher over the years, thank you very much). “Geralt. You do know I’m technically a Viscount, right?” *confused silence* “Sure, I might not know every detail about Cintra’s trade history or some of the more royal-specific stuff, and it’s been a while since I had my own lessons, but if I had to sit through 16 years of unbearable Nobility Education, I may as well do something useful with it. I might not be at all qualified under normal circumstances, but I’m definitely better than nothing, right? And I can easily make learning it much more interesting than some stuffy old tutor or governess. Do you know how much easier it is to memorize dates and names when set to music?” “What the fuck.” “Oh, and literature! Rhetoric! Grammar! Not necessarily vital to ruling, you have scribes for a reason, but really words are one of the few things I actually am officially qualified to teach. No reason I shouldn’t go the whole way if I’m already doing this, and a good education is an important tool for anyone.”

#the witcher #im sorry this is so long #if only i had this much motivation for my essays #geraskier #jaskieralt?#ciri #cirilla fiona elen riannon #i love her #honestly i love all of them

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azapofinspiration · 4 years

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for the "GIVE ME A CHARACTER and I’ll break their ass down"-post: Jaskier :)

Okay, thanks for the ask! Let’s do this!

Jaskier (from The Witcher)

How I Feel about this Character:

I really like Jaskier! He’s a real breath of fresh air among all of the melodrama going on, as he tries to stay upbeat and look at the bright side of things. He also takes things with a grain of salt, which is something I feel people overlook, because he’d clearly heard the stories of Geralt and decided to form his own opinion. He’s also pretty smart and knows more than he lets on (apparently it’s made clear in the other Witcher stuff that he graduated at the top of his classes at Oxenfurt in all areas of study?), because I know some people rage about it, but his song about Geralt not only helped improve Geralt and the other witchers’ reputation, but it also made sure that no one else would come after the elves and try to take them out before they had time to recover.

And despite being a supposed womanizer, he just gives vibes that if someone told him no or turned him down, he would respect that and move on.

Also, I love music and musical theater, so naturally I was always going to love the dramatic, singing theater kid in the show. He really does have a lovely voice and I can empathize with the struggle of trying to write.

All the People I Ship with this Character:

As of right now, I only really ship him with Geralt. There is so much implied about their relationship, that at some times it’s a bit frustrating. I mean, whether you consider it platonic or romantic (and I lean more towards the romantic because of various scenes and actions and especially because of Her Sweet Kiss), Jaskier has devoted over 20 years of his life (over half of his life at this point, and if he remains a regular human, it’d probably be at least a quarter of his whole life) to Geralt. I don’t know about you, but devoting decades of your life to someone is definitely love. I also feel like he tends to see the best of Geralt, sometimes even when Geralt doesn’t see it.

My biggest hang-up with that ship so far is with how Geralt treats him, because while Geralt clearly cares, he can’t truly admit that he cares for him and actually shows it the most when Jaskier can’t see him caring (as in he’s working or dying/unconscious).

I see potential with Jaskier/Yennefer as well, but as of right now, it takes a lot more work to get me to like that as a ship considering that their canon relationship has so much contempt and jealousy between them. And also...

My Non-Romantic OTP for this Character:

I actually like Jaskier and Yennefer best as friends. As they both know how courts work, I feel like they could both bond a lot over trashtalking and gossiping about nobility and how they both sought to escape the confinements of court. They also could get along by both being some of the only people who truly get Geralt and having to be the ones to keep him going. Plus, they both have a great eye for fashion though Yen goes for a gothic look and Jaskier goes for some color.

Also, I want Jaskier to write some positive songs about Yennefer. The power of his charisma and music combined with Yennefer’s magic and manipulation would be terrifying.

Oh, I also like the thought of Jaskier also being a parental figure for Ciri, especially as I headcanon that he returned to Cintra to look after her when Geralt would refuse and him being a familiar face to her, if not a sort of friend. I feel like Ciri needs someone relatively normal in her life to counter the high, destiny-bound stakes.

My Unpopular Opinion about this Character:

Okay, so...

I don’t really agree with the whole Feral Bard thing that seems to be a large part of the fandom.

From the get-go, it’s somewhat confusing (because on one hand, I hear that he’d a spy and in the games, he managed a whole heist or something, but on the other hand, I’ve heard that in the books, he was given a dagger once and not only succeeded in stabbing himself but also “lost” it immediately after). But also, one of Jaskier’s things is that he is not a fighter. If it came down to it, I believe he’d certainly try (like if Geralt were down for the count), but I just can’t think of him doing very well. I mean, he probably does have some decent muscles (he does walk everywhere, even at 40, and he carries a lute everyday and he performs for probably hours at a time), but I don’t think he’d necessarily have the skills to be good in a fight. Still, there’s a reason why his first instinct when things go wrong is to run to Geralt.

However, I do think he’d be verbally vicious. Rather than trying to stab someone, I do see him tearing someone (who, say, insults a certain witcher right in from of him) to pieces with his words. Words and songs and swaying public opinion is his weapon of choice and his specialty.

One Thing I Wish Would Happen/Had Happened with this Character in Canon:

I just... want to sort of see people appreciate him? Like, from what I can tell, he really is considered to be one of the best bards on the continent, and in every other media, Jaskier and Geralt’s friendship is one of the core relationships (apparently having even more focus than Geralt’s romantic endeavors from what I hear), but in the show, literally everyone seems to push him around and aside and talk down to him?

Heck, even in the Honest Trailer, they made a comment that Jaskier is the character that no one in the show likes.

So yeah, I don’t need it to be center stage, but I want him to be treated better. I want to see him and Geralt being actual friends, because in the show, we clearly see some of the worst times of their friendship, but there must actually be some friendship because Jaskier clearly considers them to be friends (at least before the mountain) and Geralt wouldn’t have let him stick around this long if he didn’t actually want him around. I want him around so not everything is all doom and gloom and I want someone to acknowledge that even if he doesn’t add to their fighting ability, keeping up morale and just being there is very much something that’s needed.

I really hope he returns in season 2 and he and Geralt make up and together they help raise Ciri with Yennefer.

#my asks #the witcher #jaskier #Julian Alfred Pankratz #geraskier

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concealeddarkness13 · 4 years

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Skylar and Holt Story Powerpoint!

Here it is! This one’s a long one! Here and here are more info on this story! I hope you enjoy it! I think I’m going to start writing this story today or tomorrow! Tagging: @ratracechronicler, @nightskywriter, and @merigreenleaf!

[Image Description: a title page titled: Skylar and Holt Story!

AKA: My story that has too many protagonists already. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Overview

A different planet from Earth

A lot of different magical species

Humans don’t have magic

The villain is out for revenge against everyone by planning on killing thousands of people in order to bring her family back after they were murdered for no reason. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: The Species

First is one of the species with elemental magic; an individual can have fire, water, earth, or wind magic, and when they use their magic, the markings on their skin glow with the color of the element

The Markers (name for right now): each individual in the species receives a unique Mark on their sixteenth birthday, and when they put the Mark on someone else, they can teleport to that person, talk to that person telepathically, and they can control that person (but they can only control one person at a time)

Mosaics: they’re based on dragonflies; they have iridescent, skin and large compound eyes; they also have dragonfly wings; they are reclusive; they have Charming magic where they can make a person feel comfortable and happy around them, then they take the person and bring them to their city, where they keep them as pets and feed on them without killing them. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: The Species (continued)

Dream Eaters: they eat people’s dreams (either the dreams from sleeping or dreams as in goals), and if they eat a person’s goal dream, that person does not have that goal anymore; they can make people experience their goal dreams; they have a washed-out appearance, and their hair floats without wind

The time species: they are a predator species that eats animals; they can touch a person and stop their time, make their time go slower, or make their time go faster; they have pointed teeth and slit pupil for night vision

The storage species: they are a prey species; they can store one object or person in an extra-dimensional space; they have slit pupils for night vision, and they can change their skin and hair color to help them blend in with their surroundings

The dragon species: this last species also has elemental magic; the element they can use at a certain time depends on the emotion that they’re feeling, and their features become more dragon-like the stronger the emotion they feel; even normally, they have scales and dragon wings. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Characters

A lot of protagonists

And I’ll also talk about two antagonists

Probably way too many characters, but I don’t care. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Skylar

A human who actually has magic

Non-binary

They have magic of probability: they can change the probability of something happening, but if it isn’t very probable for it to normally happen or it affects a person’s mind, the magic will take too much strength away; also, there’s a cool-down period that depends on how powerful the magic had been

Chaos incarnate

One of their college professors offered them extra credit if they would pretend to be a villain up against a hero; they totally agreed even though they didn’t need extra credit

Learning computer programming; also a good hacker

They will not cook to save their life

Is in love with Holt but does not know it

Whenever Holt comes over to their apartment, they get a notification through the cameras they hacked, and they grab their cat and sit in their spinny chair, so that when Holt comes in, they can turn around, petting their cat and say: I’ve been expecting you

Will snark anyone

If asked why the attract so many characters in this story, they’d just say with a smirk: I can’t help that I’m a snack. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Holt

Another human who actually has magic

Asexual

His magic allows him to pull an object from a different reality and use it; it takes a lot more strength to pull out an object that is more specialized; he also has a cool-down period

Serious and earnest

One of his college professors offered him extra credit if he pretended to be a hero against a villain (Skylar), and he agreed because he wanted to get all the help he could

History major

He takes too many classes, so that’s why he’s so stressed

When he’s stressed, he cooks, so he comes over to Skylar’s apartment to give them actual good food

Very observant. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Tory and Trish

Twins who have the elemental magic

Tory wears reds and has red hair, but he has water magic

Trish wears blues and has blue hair, but she has fire magic

Tory is calm, quiet, and calculating

Trish is chaotic, loud, and loves fighting

They go to the same college as Skylar and Holt, and they help them out against the antagonist who comes to their city. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Akari

She is a Marker

Sweet and kind and only ever uses her Mark to keep track of the ones she loves

Her brother is the antagonist that comes to the city (don’t know much about him), and she tries to talk him out of being a bad guy, but when that doesn’t happen, she joins Skylar and Holt in fighting against her brother. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Zenith

He is a human

He was captured by the main antagonist (Ciri), and a hundred Markers put their Marks on him so that he could be controlled no matter what (Ciri had that done for all of the people she captured)

He was able to escape, and he found a tattoo artist that put tattoos all over his body to break up the Marks so he can’t be controlled

He’s serious and angry

He understandably isn’t very fond of Markers

Very dryly snarky

Joins Skylar and Holt to help them get away from Ciri because he wants to keep anything away from her that she really wants

Bitter and petty like that. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Novea

She’s a human, but she has special magic

She can sew any Marker’s Mark into a piece of clothing, and whoever wears that piece of clothing can be controlled by the Marker

She was kind of forced to join Ciri because of her magic

She meets Skylar when Akari’s brother comes to the city, and she decides to help them out and join them

Quiet, low self esteem, but awesome

She can make awesome clothes, and that’s her passion; she doesn’t like her magic. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Tash

Mosaic

Actually an antagonist, but has no ties to the main antagonist

Uses they/them pronouns (I don’t know enough about Mosaic’s view of gender to say that they’re non-binary)

Comes to Skylar and Holt’s city, and they’re so entertained by Skylar’s snark, even against Akari’s brother, so they want to take Skylar back to their city

Pretty darn creepy

Does not understand the concept of personal space

Will follow the group around to try and “convince” Skylar to come with them. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Kisi

Other POV character (Skylar and Holt are probably the others)

She has a mother who is part of the elemental magic species, and a human father

She has wind magic, but it’s hard for her

Persistent, stubborn, kind

She works for the group who’s fighting against Ciri, but she realizes that they’re shady, so she learns more about their shadiness and then fights against them. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Ryn

Part of the dragon species

Has been friends with Kisi since they were kids

Has excellent control over his emotions, but if someone hurts his friends or even threatens his friends, he will immediately start turning into a dragon from the strong anger he would feel

Chill other than that

Keeps Kisi from doing anything really impetuous. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Kyria

Time Species

She’s part of Kisi’s friends

Practical and calculating

Sometimes she’ll make a dark joke and then grin with her sharp teeth. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Nezzi

Storage Species

More bubbly than Kyria

She’s known Kyria since they were both toddlers

Loves changing her appearance every so often by changing her hair color and skin color. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Nyx

Dream Eater

He was part of the main antagonists group

He realized that this was awful

He escaped and got to the people fighting against the main antagonist

They didn’t listen to him and just planned on killing him

At least until Kisi came along

Serious, lowkey depressed

Wants to atone for what he’s done. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Ciri

Dream Eater

Main antagonist

When she was a child (a really long time ago, Dream Eaters age differently), her whole family was murdered before her eyes

She is determined to bring her family back after she learned of a magical object that can gran your dearest wish for the price of thousands of lives

She decides that’s a good price to pay

With so many people fighting against her, she will use anyone she can for her goals

Well, except for her spouse and child; she will not let them get hurt

It’s a loving relationship, and they support her. End Description]

#writeblr

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kattahj · 4 years

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Thoughts on Witcher rewatch, episode 4, Of Banquets Bastards and Burials

Ciri's story:

The distinction between elves and humans is really minimal on this show. I guess that makes it even more ironic that they're so persecuted. But maybe dryads don't count as elves? Either way, they don't seem to have been treated any better.

I'm still not getting a good grip on Ciri.

Geralt's story:

The guy in the inn is a pretty good storyteller. It doesn't even really matter whether he's telling the truth or not. No wonder Jaskier approves.

Jaskier has successfully got the whole inn singing That Song. I wonder how much that affects Geralt's day-to-day life, and in which ways. Does anyone know if there's fic out there with Geralt's POV on his change in status?

So I did a bit of googling and apparently chamomile soap is used for antibacterial purposes, though it doesn't actually seem to, y'know, work. :-)

I'd love it if they show would just let Jaskier be into guys, but since that won't happen, I'm happy that at least they let him be into MILFs.

And there's nothing straight about that scene whatsoever. I half think Geralt knows as much and that's why he looks around for his clothes.

"I haven't seen you since the plague.""Good times, Mousesack."Yeah, I'm sure they were. :-)

Hey, Calanthe, maybe you should just marry the dude you want instead of pimping your daughter to his nephew.

Jaskier's ass confirmed pimply. Maybe he could use some chamomile soap too. (And I'm not judging - I've had some breakouts in unfortunate places too.)

Pavetta roasting her mum: "Perhaps I should have some starving serfs brought in to slaughter, then. Or I could decapitate some elves and have their heads hung about as a lesson to those who would defy me." Bitch, I like you! And then the side-eye when Calanthe says "there is a simplicity in killing monsters, is there not?" She is not here for aaany of that. All in all, I think it's a pity Pavetta died so young.

I think it's pretty vital that the show never lets us forget that as appealing and badass as Calanthe is (and boy is she ever), and as cute as her flirtations with Eist are, she committed genocide and he eggs her on. So there's that.

And I get the feeling Geralt doesn't forget either. There are some moments where he's sympathetic to the queen, but he's not willing to play her game, and he's not here for the parallells she tries to draw between them either. Or at least that's my interpretation. It's hard to know for certain what to make of a "hmm". :-)

"Which is all I can hope for you, good lords. At your final breath, a shitless death. Though I doubt it." God, he despises them all so much, and he's only staying out of trouble because he took on a job for Jaskier and his duty demands that he fulfills it.

Lord Urcheon arrives quite late, and yet there's a whole roasted animal untouched in front of the queen. Is the food not for eating?

And Geralt knows something's up from the moment she speaks.

Even Eist isn't willing to side with the queen on this one.

I would be much happier for Pavetta and Duny if I hadn't been spoiled. He's pretty, though, I don't blame her.

Jaskier already has a new girlfriend! Oh dear... Or maybe it's an old girlfriend, who knows? She's quite chubby, that's nice.

Mousesack is sweet, I'm sad he's dead. :-( At least the dagger was in his chest.

And Geralt is just Greek tragedy-ing the whole destiny thing. Too bad there's no King Oedipus in this universe, might have taught you a thing or two about ignoring fate!

Fringilla has a gross-ass way of doing prophecy. Yes, I know it's traditional, but at least people used to use chickens. :-)

Yennefer's story:

Yennefer's portal goes from snow to desert in second - I wonder if there's a limit to how far she can go, or how exact her aim is.

Apparently just divorcing a queen, or taking a second one, isn't a thing here. Why bother with stuff like that when you can just send giant spidermonsters after her?

I love Yennefer's monologue to the dead baby, it's so bitter and so heartfelt, and at the same time, it's what she's telling herself, not necessarily what she believes.

It took me a while after the first watch (but before the rewatch to realize that the queen offering up her baby to the assassin, and Yennefer trying to save it, is a reversal of the King Solomon tale - the child's mother isn't the true mother.

Which of course is a clue to how Yennefer's child will eventually be Ciri, who isn't her own. Well, another clue, in addition to the parallell storylines.

You know, I understand the fandom criticism against Yennefer's wish for a child, but at the same time, there's a huge difference between being childfree, and being told, "You can have the future you want, but only if you never have children." Maybe it's not outright forced sterilization (depending on whether she would have been allowed to refuse the transformation without being turned into an eel), but it's definitely coerced, and that's something a lot of people have suffered through in real life, especially various minorities. Heck, in Sweden sterilization was a requirement to legally change your gender until 2013.

And I mean, just on a personal level and through no fault of anyone else, I'm a middle-aged woman who made the choice not to try to have children, and though I do think it was the right choice for me (I work with kids all day long, I couldn't handle another at home, especially not alone with all that would entail), I still mourn it. Acting like the only feeling Yennefer gets to have on the subject is "good riddance", even thirty years after her transformation, is to really oversimplify the situation.

Sure, Geralt's got a point, she's not in a place where she can be a good mother. She's not being entirely rational about the subject. But this shit isn't rational.

Will probably have more thoughts on this later, in addition to those I've had before.

#the witcher #geralt of rivia #yennefer of vengerberg #jaskier #calanthe of cintra

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Here’s an idea for Punk!AU! How about Sam is on her first proper date with Nic, and Daddy Jaskier with the help of Uncle Geralt and Uncle Valdo follow them to spy on them (as Jaskier is feral that Sam and Nic might do more than just kissing), and Jaskier sees them kissing passionately, and overthinks that they’re going to get it on, in which Sam gets angry at her for treating her like a child, and Jaskier feels guilty thinking his daughter hates him and they hug and say sorry in the end.

Fandom: The WitcherPairing: Punk!Jaskier x Fatherhood, Punk!Uncle SquadWord Count: 2,176Rating: TTaglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak @whatevermonkey @mynamesoundslikesherlock @magic-multicolored-miracle @writingstudent @mlleecrivaine @coffee-and-stories @ultracolorfulnerdcollection @astouract@your-not-invisible-to-me @kemmastan a/n: Bless these sweet babies and bless the Uncle Squad + Dad!Jaskier’s hearts and most of all bless you for the prompt, nonners

Jaskier had actually allowed himself to believe that maybe Sam and Nic wouldn’t ever date. Valdo shot that down every time he voiced it, citing his own longtime feelings for Aevryn that he didn’t act on until much later. Geralt never really told Jaskier he was wrong but he grew suspiciously quiet and distracted by something whenever Jaskier asked him to back him up. The pair had been crushing on each other a bit since they’d met in middle school and now they were in high school and still nothing.

Until today.

Sam had announced casually that Nic was taking her on a date to the aquarium that Friday evening and when Jaskier protested that he hadn’t asked his permission she’d wrinkled her nose and reminded him that it wasn’t the 19th century. Jaskier had looked to you for support but again was left on his own as you gave him a look.

“Nic is a good kid,” you told him later, “They’ve known each other forever. Yennefer is friends with his mom. There couldn’t be a better first boyfriend for her.”

But Jaskier wasn’t convinced and finally he got the support he was looking for when he told the guys about the date.

“He’s making his move,” Valdo said, leaning against the pool table he’d been practicing on like some sort of mafioso. Geralt’s brows furrowed and he clutched his tumbler of scotch a bit tighter.

“I like Nic, don’t get me wrong. I trust Sam and I trust him as two separate individuals but put them together and it just feels….” Jaskier trailed off, trying to find a word to describe his roiling emotions.

“Off,” Valdo finished for him, “As well it should be. We’ve all been young kids before. Some of us are still old in fact.”

He preened as Geralt and Jaskier rolled their eyes.

“She’s your daughter too so we have to be careful of that,” Valdo remarked. Jaskier’s eyes shot daggers as he pulled himself up to his full height.

“What the hell does that mean?” he demanded.

“Oh calm down we know exactly what that means. The kid is a charmer and she’s got an appetite for romance. It isn’t bad, god knows I’m not judging or shaming, but she’s still only 16 and doesn’t understand the emotional toll of being intimate,” Valdo explained. Jaskier paled. He hadn’t even considered… intimacy. He and Y/N had talked with her about sex a long time ago, emphasizing matters of consent and dispelling the virginity as purity myth. You tried to raise her with a healthy knowledge of sex but that didn’t make the idea of you engaging in it any better. When Jaskier looked at you he could still feel the weight of you in his arms, the clutch of your tiny fist around his finger.

“What do I do?” Jaskier exclaimed, feeling utterly at a loss.

“You said it’s this Friday? As in tomorrow?” Valdo asked. Jaskier nodded in agreement.

“Valdo…” Geralt said, his voice warning.

“Hey! Listen! I mean no ill will to the kids but there was a time not long ago when chaperones were a thing. I’m just wondering if perhaps it may behoove us to bring that tradition back,” Valdo said.

“I don’t know…” Jaskier said, though Geralt could see the wheels turning in his mind.

“Alright well how about this… It’s been awhile since I went to the aquarium, a very public space which people have every right to go to. And it’s been awhile since the three of us went out for a guy’s trip,” Valdo suggested. Geralt swirled the scotch in his glass and thought for a moment. He could feel Jaskier waiting for his response, gauging how he felt and trying to be patient.

“I do like the otters,” Geralt said simply.

—–

“Oh my god they’re so cute!” Sam exclaimed, watching a sleek river otter work at opening a clam. Nic watched her, his long, brown curls brushed out of his face so he could watch her face light up with delight. He’d wanted to do this for some time but he was always scared, worrying that asking out his best friend would lead to losing her. His mom had advised him to go for it, ultimately. And he was so glad. They’d had some seafood for lunch and he’d impressed her with his octopus facts. In truth he could have told her anything about any creature and she would’ve been impressed, happy to hear him speak and that his hand kept brushing against hers, as they were right now. She reached out and took his hand in hers and pointed with the other one to a fluff otter baby but Nic’s eyes were on their entwined hands, heart pounding with excitement.

“Ah bless,” Valdo sighed, watching the young couple from around a hall corner.

“She looks so happy,” Jaskier whispered, brushing a tear away.

“Hmm,” Geralt replied, but there was a mistiness in his eyes too. Ciri hadn’t begun dating yet (as far as he knew), too focused on school and her activism, but he knew the day would come before he was ready. This was a bit of a test run for him, except Sam felt just as much like a daughter as Ciri.

“Shit they’re on the move,” Valdo hissed and the three men nearly fell over themselves running out of the way. They successfully followed at a distance, each wearing an attempted disguise to not bring attention to themselves from fans or Sam, and they followed them into a circular room where fish swam around the sides and above them. Though it was a popular attraction there weren’t as many people and Sam and Nic seated themselves in the middle, staring up as beautiful varieties of fish swam around.

“You know, the Pacific Northwest has over 40 subspecies of Sculpin alone?” Nic said, his deep brown eyes finding Sam’s pale blue ones as he recited the fact.

“How do you know so much about fish? You’re a baker, not a fisherman,” Sam asked with a laugh.

“Hey, I can be both! Don’t put me in a box, Pankratz,” Nic teased, a glint in his eyes. She quirked her an eyebrow at him and pretended to tap her foot, waiting for the answer. He finally relented, dropping his gaze sheepishly.

“I, uh, may have done some googling ahead of time to try and impress you,” he admitted.

“Nic Merigold, that may be the cutest thing I have ever heard,” Sam said. Nic’s eyes met hers again and she leaned in a bit closer. He swallowed hard, eyes falling to her lips, and he moved in as well until their lips gently touched.

“That’s alright, that’s fairly painless,” Valdo said, though he whispered through gritted teeth. Geralt clutched Jaskier’s arm, both to comfort him and because he needed to wrap his fist around something, the primal protective urge he wasn’t proud of bubbling up in his chest.

Sam slid a hand into Nic’s curls and moved to deepen the kiss, tongue sliding across braces a little clumsily. They pulled apart suddenly as someone fell over by the entrance.

“Uncle Valdo?” Sam exclaimed, rising and walking over to the man who carefully righted himself. He tried to gesture subtly for someone behind him to move away but she ran up too swiftly and caught Jaskier and Geralt who were frozen mid-stride, their faces turning guilty.

“What… the… fuck?” Sam muttered, staring incredulously as Nic walked up beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. He was a shy boy but when someone he cared for was upset that became his focus and Sam was definitely upset.

“Sam!” Jaskier exclaimed, “Fancy seeing you here!”

“Don’t,” she snapped, tone and voice becoming an echo of her mother’s, “Were you spying on us?”

“Spying is a harsh word,” Valdo began but he stopped as Sam shot him a dirty side-glare that reminded him oddly of his own wife. It seemed Sam had taken a bit of all of the Vicious Mockery ladies. The way she held herself and the anger that emanated from her was all Yennefer, though she remained in command of her actions, much like her Aunt.

“Nic thank you for a wonderful day but I think I need to go,” Sam said. Nic reluctantly pulled his arm away and she gave him an apologetic look that cut through all three men’s hearts, as did the mournful look in Nic’s face as well.

“Until next time?” Nic asked. Sam turned to him and planted a brisk kiss on his lips, squeezing his hand and summoning a smile as she nodded. He smiled back and lamely waved at the three men before moving off towards the exit. Sam turned back to face the three of them and to their mutual horror there were tears in her eyes.

“Mitka, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-”

“I’m not a little kid anymore. How can any of you tell me that I’m independent and can take what I want from the world and then turn around and spy on me when I go on a date. With Nic! Nic who you all know and love! Nic who’s been by my side since I was a kid! Why would you do this to me?”

She didn’t wait for their answer, spinning to run away towards a different exit than the one Nic had gone through. Jaskier moved to go after her but Geralt stilled him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Let her go,” Geralt said. The words struck terror into Jaskier as he considered the weight of all they could mean, but he relented.

Jaskier talked with Y/N about the day, confessing his role in what had happened and after a long conversation with a lot of similar expressions as the one he’d gotten from his daughter earlier that day, the two of you waited for Sam to return. You heard the door open and close downstairs five minutes before Sam’s curfew and Jaskier sat up.

“Do you want me to go with you?” you offered. Jaskier shook his head.

“I need to make this right on my own,” he said. You nodded, giving his hand a comforting squeeze, and texted Yennefer and Aevryn to thank them for dropping her back home, knowing that they’re who she would have gone to while upset.

Jaskier found Sam sitting in the kitchen, drumming her fingers against the granite countertop of the island. She glanced up when he walked in but looked away again.

“Uncle Valdo has offered me a car if I stop being mad at him. What’s your best offer?” she asked. Jaskier swore internally and made a note to talk with Valdo – yet again – about extravagant presents, much less bribes.

“What’s the going rate on a sincere apology?” Jaskier asked. She raised a hand and gave a “so-so” gesture which was all of the encouragement he needed.

“I shouldn’t have betrayed your trust,” he began, leaning against the counter to face her though her eyes stayed on the counter, “It wasn’t right. You’re smart and responsible and vastly wiser than I ever was at your age. And I do trust Nic, he’s a good kid. It’s… hard to watch your kids grow up. And that’s not on you, that’s something I need to deal with myself, but I want you to know that I see you as the young woman you are and I’m proud of you. And I won’t butt in again. Unless you want me to.”

“I won’t,” she said, eyes rising to meet his.

“I know,” he said a little sadly. She caught the sadness and sighed.

“Daddy I know you mean well and I know it’s hard. But it’s not like that much has changed. I still need you, just in different ways. Like, I may not need you to tie my shoes but I need you to trust me. And I may not need you to fight my battles for me but I do need you to be there for me when things go wrong,” she said. Jaskier smiled softly and nodded.

“I can do that,” he said.

“Good. Also, you’re totally paying for our makeup date,” she insisted.

“That seems fair,” Jaskier agreed.

“And you’ll let Uncle Valdo buy me the car,” she said, a sly look in her eyes.

“Nice try, Mitka,” Jaskier said, crossing over to her and pulling her into a hug.

“Eh, can’t blame a girl for trying,” she muttered, wrapping her arms around his waist and returning the hug. “I love you, daddy.”

“I love you too,” he replied, murmuring into her hair and trying to blink back the tears. When she pulled back there were some in her eyes as well.

“I gotta text Uncle Geralt. He’s been sending me memes all day so he must be real upset,” Sam said, reaching for her phone again. Jaskier shook his head and went back to the room where you were waiting for an update.

#Anonymous #Punk!Jaskier #Punk!Valdo #Punk!Geralt #Punk!Sam #Sam Pankratz #Vicious Mockery #Vicious Mockery AU

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