#i reread a lil oneshot i started ages ago and it drew me back in again so maybe i'll try to finish that one

[alittlebitmaybe]

Ask meme time! Pick three fics you have written, post a favorite section of each and explain why it is your favorite. Then, pass it on! :D

oh goodness this is difficult because i tend not to think highly of anything i’ve ever written...but i’ll give ‘em a go!

beautiful, he stirs up still things

“Well, you make a good point, Witcher. But I already did pick someone else, you see.”

“Strike two?” Geralt guesses. “Did you put a hand up her skirt too quickly?”

“That rather remains to be seen, since I haven’t asked them to dance with me yet.”

“What are you waiting for?”

“Since you ask, I’m actually quite nervous they’ll turn me down, too.”

“They won’t. No one ever turns you down.”

Geralt can feel Jaskier’s gaze on his face, like the weight of a heavy blanket. “Someone does,” he says, “quite regularly.”

“You’re not asking me to dance,” says Geralt stupidly.

Jaskier turns his palm up on his knee, offering it. “I think you’ll find I am.”

Geralt swallows hard. “I don’t dance.”

“I’ll lead. I imagine it’s not so different from fighting. You’ll catch on.”

“I’m not going back inside,” he protests.

“We’ll do it here.”

The band, as if on cue, strikes up a slow tune that seeps out from the ballroom. Jaskier’s hand still waits, empty.

“Tell me if I’m pushing my luck, here, Geralt. I’ll leave you alone if you wish,” Jaskier says. “No hard feelings, none at all.”

Geralt tilts his head to get a look at him and immediately regrets it. His face is earnest and hopeful, still wine-flushed. The moonlight hits him gently, hugs the planes of his face, sparks off the blue of his eyes. Without any conscious thought, Geralt’s hand lands in his, and he beams like he’s never wanted anything more.

Then Jaskier releases it as he stands suddenly. Geralt looks at him in confusion, but Jaskier drops into a dramatic bow and takes the hand again. “May I have this dance?” he asks softly, dropping a kiss to the knuckles.

It’s ridiculous and over the top and sincere and Geralt can only nod wordlessly. This sort of treatment is so foreign that it tips into frightening, but as with all things Jaskier, Geralt finds himself diving in headfirst.

i really love this tender little oneshot i wrote, actually??? i was like, i want them to Dance and i want them to have Feelings about it. and then i DID THAT. i just really nailed the vibe i wanted in this fic, i think. this bit is the crux of it, when jaskier convinces him to dance. i really like all of it--the pining, the dancing itself, the kiss-not-kiss--but geralt having this internal dialogue of like “fuck i’m gonna dance with him in this garden, aren’t i?“ “you don’t gotta” “no i’m gonna” is just. the whole point tbh.

the brightest shade of sun

If they start arriving earlier to school regularly, it’s only because Geralt’s work appointments keep getting pushed up in the day.

The following Thursday they are third to arrive, breaking their streak of firsts and seconds. Ciri, pouting, gives him a little shove on the leg.

“We’re late because you spent too long getting dressed, Papa,” she says.

She’s not wrong. It took fifteen minutes to decide between the black t-shirt or the maroon t-shirt. He went with maroon.

Geralt raises an eyebrow at her. “Do we push people, Ciri? You know better than that. Don’t make me come down there.”

She sticks out her tongue and says, “You wouldn’t.”

Geralt sighs. Sometimes she’s like raising a little Yen. God help him.

Jaskier is fluttering about busily this morning, one arm balancing a stack of magazines and a box crammed with safety scissors and the other cradling a massive roll of posterboard. He brightens when he sees them. “Good morning, Ciri, Geralt! Did you sleep in this morning?”

Geralt says “Yes,” and Ciri says, “Papa was being weird about his clothes again. I don’t know why, he always wears the same thing. I knew I wanted to wear my blue dress today before I even went to sleep last night.”

“And it is an excellent choice as always. You do have flawless taste.”

“I know,” says Ciri, walking off to put away her things and join her classmates in the reading nook.

Jaskier’s pile of magazines tilts dangerously and Geralt takes half from him, saying “Let me help with those.”

“Ah, thanks very much,” replies Jaskier, standing up straighter with the lessened burden. “We’re just splitting these up between each of the four tables and leaving scissors at each seat. If you have a moment to help.”

Geralt does, counting off roughly a quarter of the magazines at each table while Jaskier distributes scissors and posterboard. Jaskier hums as they work. At the third table, Jaskier murmurs, “That color suits you.”

“Thanks,” Geralt says, losing his count.

this one is maybe cheating, because it’s not REALLY my fave part of this one (the planetarium scene was pure self-gratification), but it is up there and, tbh, underappreciated. there are so many little things in this simple bit i love. geralt painstakingly choosing from his 1 billion solid colored h&m basics tshirts. ciri sassing him so hard and dropping his secrets to jaskier. geralt being so caught off guard by the compliment from the pretty kindergarten teacher that his brain flatlines other than to make a to do list of one item reading “buy more maroon shirts”. he’s a fool. there may be a theme to these passages so far

another dawn

Now that he’s speaking about it, it all tumbles out. “I did it, once. The first one.” Every horrible word falls off his lips before he can stop it. “You died at the end of my sword. In the witch’s hut. She was knitting.”

“You—what?”

“I asked her to make it right. I asked for another chance. I’ve had many, and you still die.”

Jaskier glances at the swordbelt, face slack in surprise. “Steel or silver?” he asks faintly.

“Silver,” Geralt replies. “It wasn’t for you. I didn’t mean it.”

Jaskier gathers himself and huffs as if Geralt is being very stupid. “Of course you didn’t. You never would. I trust you, Geralt. With my life.”

“Apparently, you shouldn’t.”

“Sure, let me just upend my brain and forget the last decade of you protecting me at every turn, and I’ll get right on that.”

“Eight years.”

“What the fuck ever. Round up. Feels like a fucking century.”

Despite the tension rolling off him, Jaskier grasps Geralt’s hand. Geralt sucks in a breath, waiting to feel the wet slide of blood, the heaving death rattles, but they don’t come. His hand is warm, if moist, solid, alive.

“My existence, then,” Jaskier says. “My soul, my being, my legacy, my song. Whatever is left of me when life has gone, whatever scraps float about in my absence, I trust those to you.”

The continent knows I have loved you. They know who you are, Witcher. Blood on a hand-woven rug.

“Jaskier,” he says into the quiet, “I would not like to be without you.”

“Nor I, Witcher,” comes the soft reply. Another few long moments go by, and the godsforsaken drizzle starts up. Jaskier is the one to speak up, this time. “I’m going to kiss you, Geralt.”

this scene, when geralt gives in and just tells jaskier what he did and what he’s been going through, and jaskier is just kind of pissed off at him for a second, is absolutely my fave in here. it is SOFT. it is TENDER. it is SAD. like, jeez geralt, sure you mighta made a mistake but i’m here now. he knows geralt didn’t mean it with nary a second’s pause and is mainly frustrated that he has to explain that to geralt. this bit also contains 3 of my most self-indulgent lines ever. i just went for em. “my soul, my being, my legacy, my song,” that line, and the repetition of jaskier’s first set of last words, “the continent knows i have loved you,” fuck that’s pure nonsense right there, but i sure wrote it, and it sure does still make me sad. then we end it with “i would not like to be without you,” something that has settled itself in geralt’s chest since that first death but he never put words to until they fell out of him right there and landed in jaskier’s lap. oof!

#thx for the tag <3 #my fic #hopefully soon i'll have more to choose from!! #i reread a lil oneshot i started ages ago and it drew me back in again so maybe i'll try to finish that one #and zombie au is a lil stalled #cus grad school ate my free time and also all my other time #yoursummerfrost