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calcifermovesthecastle · 4 years

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S/o that asks for affection unconsciously when they wake up without even noticing (nsfw?), how would the Bucci gang + josuke + young joseph+ giorno react? :>

So I don’t age up characters for NSFW, so I’ll just do fluff for Narancia, Josuke, Fugo, Giorno and Trish, but I will add some Adult Characters with NSFW for your troubles. :) I’ll add a cut for the NSFW as well so anyone can read before the cut, but only 18+ after please!

Warnings: Language

Bucciarati (Fluff):

-He’s surprised when you hug him from behind when just standing around, or when you slip your hand in his just sitting, or stand behind him while he’s sitting and scratch his back (BLEASE DO THIS FOR HIM he will on god love you forever)

-So when you two decide to move in, he’s also surprised to find that this carries over into sleeping.

-He’ll wake up with you literally splayed out on top of him, And he blushes so hard. He’ll try to gently push you off of him back onto the bed, because surely you can’t be comfortable like that.

-Will immediately stop when you tighten your grip and stir, instead allowing his hands to rest on your back.

-He’s honestly not used to it but he will indulge you because god you’re so warm, and so soft and so beautiful in his arms.

-You’ll notice when you’re awake that he’ll start to return your touches, leaning into your back scratches, squeezing your hand when you slip yours into his, Place his hands over your arms when you hug him from behind.

-Will never say why, though. It’s his secret.

Abbacchio (Fluff):

-You may not notice, but god, does he.

-He Panic. You’re half awake, and you just reach out and pull yourself closer to him, nuzzling your face into his chest, Your breath evening out.

-Oh god what does he do with his hands are you even comfortable there’s no way you’re comfortable jesus what the hell

-He opts to push you away, but you tighten your hold, babbling something out in your sleep about being warm.

-(He do be warm tho ngl)

-It takes everything, and I mean, E v e r y t h i n g in him to give in and rest his arms around you, but once he does, and you snuggle even closer? God he’s in love. You’re literally the most precious thing to him.

-When you’re awake tho he will absolutely push you off the bed without remorse. (Expect a top of the head kiss from him though he’s soft.)

Mista (Fluff):

-He’s laying awake, tracing his finger along the wall, making damn sure the sex pistols don’t wake you.

-In his distraction, you reach out, grasping his arm and hugging it.

-(Arcana reference but Julian laugh) Oh ho ho!

-He takes note that you’re still asleep, and pulls you on top of him, securing his arms around you so that you don’t slip off.

-Instead of tracing the wall, he will now be trailing his fingers up and down your arms and back, and through your hair.

-His heart is melting you’re so god damn cute. He’ll tighten his grip, just gazing down at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes.

-He will tease the everloving shit out of you when you wake up. Like he will not stfu about it.

-He will also be a million times more physically affectionate with you during the day lol it’s sickening

-He is NOT stinky JFC

Fugo:

-Whaaaaat are you doing?

-Oh, you’re asleep.

-WHAAATTT ARE YOU DOIIINNNGGGGG

-He’ll stiffen up, but oh no you’re sleeping he cant just...push you away... he’s not heartless....

-He is confused to say the least, and a lil bit uncomfy, but he trusts you.

-Watches as your features relax as your face presses into the crook of his neck and your arm tightens around his middle. Oh fuck you’re cute

-you’ve won him over.

-He’ll wrap an arm around your waist, (So you don’t fall dsjdsjdsj) and let you be close to him. He enjoys it too, if he’s being honest. You’re so cute.

-When you wake up, he’s much kinder and softer towards you. He’ll make any excuse to gently bump knees while you’re sitting or to brush his hand against yours while reaching for something.

-Only because you asked for it tho

Narancia:

-Nani in tarnation is goin on?

-He’s completely taken by surprise. You’re asleep? And you want him? To hold you? ???? ?????? *Windows start up sounds*

-He literally doesn’t know what to do He’s so soft and so confused with his negative brain cells (I do hate him but I will admit he does have a big heart he is a sweetie)

-He will, a little too eagerly, hug you back. His tenacity may or may not wake you up. (It does. Sorry.)

-You wake up to a surprise hug though so win win?

-The more you subconsciously ask, the more he gives, until you two are literally glued together. (Social distancing whomst? We don’t know her.)

-Expect sloppy kisses everywhere. On the other hand, funnily enough, you will have to initiate the hugging. He’s so scared. What if he hugs you too tight? What if he wakes you up again? What if he suffocates you? What if you don’t like his hugs

-Hug him jfc he needs reassurance that you want to be held.

-Sleepy morning hugs where you two are just breathing in sync and there’s not a care in the world are his favorite

Giorno-

-He is a light sleeper. I know I’ve said this before, but he is a very, very, very light sleeper.

-So when you reach out and grasp at any piece of him you can reach, trying to close the gap between you (It’s a cold winter morning, come on)

-He’ll startle awake and look over at you to check and see if you’re okay.

-Oh, you are okay. Oh, you just want held? Alright. He’s up for that. Oh. You’re asleep? He’ll have to be especially careful to not wake you.

-He will pull you close and rub circles into your back, pressing his cheek against the top of your head. He might even fall back asleep. If you stir, it’s not for long. His warmth and soothing movements lull you back to sleep in the safety of his arms.

-When you’re awake, he’ll definitely be more affectionate, pressing tiny flowers into your hands, brushing your hair back, k i s s i n g y o u r k n u c k l e s (Im so fucking soft)

-But seriously imagine Giorno getting down on one knee, taking your hand, and brushing his lips against your knuckles while looking up at you with literally nothing but love and affection in his eyes im going to cry

-Anything he does will have you a blushing mess

Trish:

-Who tf is waking her up?

-oh, it’s you

-Oh, you’re hugging her

-OH, You’re still asleep.

-O H, you’re fucking cute!

-She’ll study you for a minute, before reaching up to lightly cup your cheek in her hand, careful not to wake you up. Her fingers will flutter over your face, tracing your features. She absolutely adores how precious you look snuggled up against her.

-When you wake up, expect to have your hand held all day. Trish is the queen of hand holding. She will also take your face in her hands and kiss the corners of your lips, and rest her head on your shoulder when you two are sitting next to each other.

-She’ll have this smug look on her face the whole time too dsjdsjdsjdsjds

-Will absolutely do the disgusting feeding each other thing. “Babe, try this!” *Proceeds to hold forkful of food in front of your mouth. “Oh, that looks good, can I have some?” *Lets you do the same*

-It’s revolting and I love it.

Joseph (Fluff):

-He’s already awake. He’s got to get up early and train (Viva reverie reference: “With these tall hat guys for a looooong time!”) But oops, you just so happened to burrow against him, and your arm seems to have found its way across his stomach. What a predicament, you’re still asleep! He can’t wake you!

-He decides that he just doesn’t have the heart to move you, and wraps his arms around you to pull you even closer. What if you get cold? He’s warm, you’ll be warm next to him!

-He will hold you against him until you wake up, no matter how late it makes him. Punishments be damned. You’re way too cute and this opportunity is way too good to pass up.

-In all honesty though he’s elated that you want him to hold you. This carries over into you being awake. He’ll be hanging off of you. Hell, He’ll carry you around if you give the okay. He will absolutely kneel so he can carry you around on his shoulders.

-He’s very handsy, so rip to your personal space. You asked for it, after all. You wanna sit in that chair over there? Aww, that’s too bad. He’s your chair now.

-Are you complaining tho? He’s got some thicc thighs, you’ll be pretty comfy.

-Psst his hands are gonna be like twice your size compare hand sizes he will love it

Josuke:

-He’s already cuddly bb

-But if on the rarest of rare occasions he either 1.) wakes up before you or 2.) Isnt already holding you, and you press closer to him in your sleep, just maybe ball his shirt up in your fists as you clutch at him, yearning for the affection you’re too scared to ask for when you’re awake

-Oh god he cry

-He cry so hard

-He is the (Parker James’ Steven Voice) CEO of bear hugs. Especially if someone as adorable as you is cuddling up against him.

-He will pull you up against him and bury his face in your hair, maybe even falling back asleep himself. (good luck getting out of his embrace when he’s asleep lol There’s no chance.)

-it is always a nice surprise to wake up cocooned in his arms, his entire body wrapped around you.

-When you’re both awake, He’ll do lots of little things for you. Absentmindedly rub your back and shoulders, sling an arm around your shoulders, link pinkies, hold hands, forehead kisses

-He will lift you up and spin you around and kiss you but shh don’t tell anyone

-He is

-so GOD damn soft I love him

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

18+ ONLY

BUCCIARATI:

-He’s in the midst of registering being awake, getting prepared for the day, when he notices that you’re uh

-he can’t help his erection when he sees you bury your face in his neck and grind your hips against him. You’re still asleep, what could you possibly be dreaming about?

-Oh god if he hears you whimper his name it’s all over for you.

-Shakes your shoulder, peering into your sleep-gripped eyes and smiles nervously.

-”Tesoro, would you mind if I made love to you before I left for work?”

-Your lips on his are answer enough. He’ll thrust into you at a slow, sensual speed, showering you in praises, leaving soft kisses all over your body. Never marking, but always making sure the feeling of his mouth lingers on your skin.

-He will speak only in italian during this time, so unless you know italian, don’t count on understanding anything he says. (You’ll have a pretty good Idea of what he means tho 👀)

-He will absolutely make sure you won’t be getting out of bed for the rest of the day. He definitely has a way of making your body melt under his touch. He’s never rough. He’s so, so gentle with you, and you’d be surprised how quickly he can have you cumming because of it.

-If you ask nicely, he’ll stay in bed with you for a little longer afterwards, pressing kisses into your hair and telling you how much he cherishes you

-”You don’t have to be afraid, dolcezza. My arms are always open for you. You’ll find in them nothing but home.”

ABBACCHIO:

-Did you just grab his tiddies?

-He’s in the middle of telling you off when he sees that you’re asleep, mumbling about how you want him to take you, grinding against him.

-Something feral awakens in him at the sight of you, unknowingly begging for him, and he grabs your wrists, flipping you fast, waking you, and leaning over you, his breath hot against your ear.

-”Dolcezza, Is it okay if I fuck you?”

-The answer is yesssssssss

-Oh bby he is R o u g h. He’ll use his stand to hold your arms above your head and push your legs up so far that your thighs will be pressed against your chest, and he will pound into you with a speed and force that’s almost inhuman

-He will kiss you hard, and long, so that when he pulls away, you’re gasping for air, your lips bruised, your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

-Any qualms he has about being this close to you are out the door. You’ll have deep handprints in your legs from where he was holding them, and the darker the bruise he leaves with his mouth, the happier he is. He doesn’t care where he leaves them, either. Expect some on your chin, your neck, your chest, anywhere he can reach, honestly. But if your lips are bruised, that’s what satisfies him the most.

-You’ll definitely cum more than once, and once he cums, it’s hard, and he’ll pull you flush against him, breathing heavily, burying his face in your shoulder. Tell him it’s okay, because once he’s come down from his high, his fear that he hurt you is overwhelming. He loves you, after all. Reassure him. Hold him close, and don’t let go.

MISTA:

-(Once again Julian laugh) Oh ho ho!

-He’s gonna watch for a minute, but wake you up if the pressure becomes too much for him. He’ll give you a moment to wake up, and then ask you to fuck.

-(Yes yes yes)

-He’s like a mix of Abbacchio and Bucciarati. Rough and kinky, but will literally shower you in praise and affection.

-He likes tugging your hair while taking you from behind (If you have hair. If not, his hands will grip your waist, or reach around to rub your clit/stroke your cock depending.

-He will kiss down your back while leaning over you, making sure to leave little marks that’ll last, but not long

-Definitely makes you cum before he does, but if he can, really enjoys cumming together. To him, it adds to the intimacy of the moment.

-”Oh, Bombolone, do you need me so much that You want me even in your dreams? I’ll wake you each time, I need you more than you know. You are so perfect. You are so wonderful, and adorable, and I love you so much.”

-He will literally not shut the fuck up during sex but it’s okay because it’s all sweet and loving.

JOSEPH:

-Oh jesus christ stroke his ego why dontcha

-if you’ve discussed it beforehand, and you’re into Somnophilia, he’ll fuck you right there. But if not, He’ll take the time to wake you, his ears burning red.

-”Oi, babe, You were holding onto me kinda tight and grinding your hips against my leg. If you want me that bad, say something.”

-He will destroy you. Something about seeing you want him when you’re not even aware of what you’re doing? OOF.

-He also has a bad case of not shutting the fuck up during sex.

-The best remedy to this is to just pull him down into a kiss while he’s snapping his hips against yours. Hold it for as long as possible. It’ll make his heart happy if you’re bold enough to initiate a kiss as well.

-He cums before you but will help you cum as well, whether it be eating you out/blowjob or fingering you/handjob. (If you’re AMAB then he’ll let you return the favor tbh)

-Will shamelessly ask you for a blowjob. If you indulge him, he’s on cloud nine, His hands weaved into your hair, watching your every move as your mouth closes around his cock and your tongue swirls around him. It takes all of his self control not to throat fuck you.

-Once you’ve reached your limit, he’ll help you into the shower and massage wherever’s sore, washing you off with a gentleness that’s a stark contrast to his movements prior.

BONUS GYRO

-When did you end up in his sleeping bag?

-He’s awake before you or Johnny, and he notices you’ve burrowed yourself close to him. You’re also

-Nyo-ho. Oh are you also.

-He’ll shake your shoulder, and once you’re awake, he’ll flash his grill and lean in, whispering in your ear

-”D’you wanna fuck me that bad that you’re doing it in your sleep, doll?”

-Who cares if johnny’s sleeping right over there, with your consent, he’s inside of you faster than anything. He’ll give you a moment to adjust to him, and then start off slow, massaging your hips and thighs, whispering how amazing you are.

-He goes slow, but makes sure he’s down to his full length with every thrust, pressing his lips into the corners of your mouth, then crashing them directly against your lips, not letting you come up for air until your legs are trembling around him.

-He won’t change things up until he hears a “Please”

-That’s his favorite word. If you groan out a “Please, Gyro,” And your voice cracks, oh, are you in for a t r e a t.

-He’ll make you see stars, but shh, don’t get too loud, doll. Johnny’s asleep. If you’re being too loud, he’ll cover your mouth with his hand.

-Please hold onto him. Wrap your arms and legs around him while he fucks you. He loves it so much.

-Once you’ve cum, he tumbles not long after, blurting out something in italian that you can only hope to understand if you don’t speak it. (Hint: It’s praises for you and your body.)

-Once he’s done, he falls back down next to you, pulling you close and pressing his lips to your forehead, deciding that It can be a later start than usual today. Besides, you look so cute curled up against him like that, doll.

#jjba #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba headcanons #jjba x reader #Bucciarati x reader #buccellati x reader #abbacchio x reader #mista x reader #fugo x reader #narancia x reader #giorno x reader #trish x reader #joseph x reader #josuke x reader #gyro x reader

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mynthara · 3 years

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Because I'm still in feels let's go with...Nasir x Zafira 👀 I'll also accept Julian x Scarlett

who reaches out to new neighbors → Zafira, definitely! I can't see him talking to anyone more than he has to, lol. Altair was always the more social of the two bros.

who remembers to buy healthy food → Nasir

who remembers to buy junk food → Zafira

who fixes the oven when it breaks → Zafira. I could see her need to step up and be the "handyman" in the house with her father gone and her mother being sick (if they were in modern times of course!(

who waters the plants/feeds their pet(s) → Zafira. Nasir is the prince of death in more ways than one XD

who wakes up earlier → Zafira

who makes the bed → Zafira

who makes the coffee → Nasir

who burns breakfast → Nasir

how do they let each other know they’re leaving the house → with a tender kiss goodbye

how do they greet each other when one of them gets home → Nasir sneaking up on Zafira from behind and slipping his arms around her waist, teasing her neck with kisses

who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolates more often → Nasir when he tries to be romantic

who picks the movie for movie night → Nasir always lets his wife choose!

their favorite kind of movie to watch → Hmmm...something with mystery/suspense. Maybe high fantasy??

who first suggests a pillow fort → Zafira

who builds the pillow fort → Both? Both.

who tries to distract the other during the move → Nasir was always the more handsy one

who falls asleep first → Zafira

who is big spoon/little spoon → Nasir is always the big spoon and Zafira is perfectly fine with that

Sorry this took so long bb! <3

send me a ship

#ask

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shippersinc · 3 years

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What is your favorite ship from each of the fandoms you listed?

(≧▽≦)We are very happy for the question anon, you all are more them welcome to ask anything, maybe we won't be able to have all the answers but we certainlly gonna try our best (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ - Sayu

Heyy thank you so much for the question I really hoped someone did so I could write and simp over this beautiful list with these beautiful ships I love so much!! I’m so excited, so here we go, prepare yourself for a long af post! - Alya

Avatar: The Last Airbender Alya: Tokka (Toph x Sokka) My forever OTP Sayu: i'm gonna watch but still not quite there , but o already love Suki

Teen Titans Alya: BB/Rae (Raven x Beast Boy) and Flinx (Kid Flash x Jinx) Sayu: Kid Flash x Jinx 🌹

Young Justice Alya: Spitfire (Artemis x Kid Flash) Sayu: Kid Flash x Artemis ( ◜‿◝ )♡

Over the Garden Wall Alya: Beatrice x Wirt

Infinity Train Alya: Jesslake (Jesse x Lake)

Noragami Alya: Yatori (Yato x Hiyori)

Hey Arnold Alya: Shortaki (Arnold x Helga)

RWBY Alya: Flower Power (Ren x Nora), Whiterose (Ruby x Weiss), Rosegarden (Ruby x Oscar) I’m a mix of don’t see Ruby with anyone, but still find the dynamic really cute Sayu: Still only watched 2,5 but i like Flower Power (Ren x Nora) and Checkmate (Weiss x Blake)

Trollhunters Alya: Stricklake (Barbara x Strickler) and Steli (Steve x Eli)

The Dragon Prince Alya: Rayllum (Rayla x Callum), the way season 3 handled it disappointed me a little, but I still like it

My Little Pony: FiM Alya: Rarijack (Applejack x Rarity) everything to me

Miraculous Ladybug Alya: Marichat (Marinette x Chat Noir) and Lukanette (Marinette x Luka). I actually ship the whole Love Square, but Marichat stands out Sayu: Alya x Nino

The Legend of Korra Alya: Kainora (Kai x Jinora) and Boleska (Bolin and Eska), Ik, kinda weird

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Alya: Leorai (Leo x Karai)

Star vs the Forces of Evil Alya and Sayu: Marcapoo (Marco x Heckapoo) <3

Steven Universe Alya: Sadie x Lars and Lapidot (Peridot and Lapis) platonically Sayu: Ruby x Saphire (ʃƪ＾3＾）

Disney Alya: This one's hard to choose one but if I have to, Tiana x Naveen and Judy x Nick Sayu: ヘ（。□°）ヘ Soo many choices and i don't remember even one(;~;)

Kung Fu Panda Alya: TiPo (Tigress x Po)

Wordgirl Alya: Tobecky (Tobey x Becky)

Doctor Who Alya: I have many, specifics with different Doctor, but generally, it's Thoschei (Doctor x Master)

DC Comics Alya: Oh boi, hard too, but let's go with Selina x Bruce, cause I'm basic, Gar x Raven, Tim x Steph

That 70's Show Sayu: Hyde x Jackie o((^▽^))o

Detentionaire Alya: Lee x Brandi

She-Ra and The Princesses of Power Alya: Catradora (Catra x Adora) and Entrapdak (Entrapta x Hordak)

Ducktales Alya: Goldie x Scrooge and Magica x Gladstone, Webby x Lena is also pretty cute Sayu: Goldie x Scrooge (◡ ω ◡) Louei is their heir

Carmen Sandiego Alya: Red Crackle (Carmen x Gray)

Barbie Alya: There are many possibilities as well, but let's go with Anika x Aiden, Elina x Nori and Erika x Dominic (maybe Anneliese and Julian too) Sayu: 乁| ･〰･ |ㄏ Barbie x Ken in life in a dreamhouse(?)

Haikyuu Sayu: Bokuaka (Bokuto x Akaashi)♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ ) love them wayy too much

Card Captor Sakura Sayu: Sakura x Syaoran, Sakura x Tomoyo and Touya x Yukito ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧ Gotta love them all

If you want us to make specific posts about these ships and explore more what we said about them, feel free to ask! =D

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casualavocados · 2 years

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thinking about how the rooftop kiss was filmed in one take and how ohm felt that pat needed to cry during that scene and how nanon continued to cry afterwards and feeling like i need to curl into a ball.

does it ever actually just hit you. like. Hit you hit you. how much goddamn love and care and effort went into telling this story. it’s not just “ohm and nanon are good actors” it’s “ohm and nanon have both said they’ve never worked so hard at delivering a role before”.

it’s the entire cast saying this series will be one of their most cherished experiences for life. it’s p’aof and the soonvijarn group analyzing details after every episode and discussing their own queer experiences in relation to it. it’s the bts scenes full of laughter, the improvised phone call lines and ketchup kiss. it’s not just ohm and nanon giving each other little pecks behind the scenes it’s jimmy and drake and all the others kissing each other and being so touchy with each other too. it’s the way they all hang off the director and hug and kiss p’aof. it’s p’aof saying during rain at the beach that that’s the price to make something beautiful and how that message can be applied to the entire show as a whole. it’s ohm’s pride in being able to play thai xylophone on screen. it’s nanon saying “i just know that i love you”. it's jimmy saying he wanted to cry after filming the ep5 fight scene and p'aof being proud of the way all their performances built off each other to make it an award-winning scene.

the metaphors....the thought and intention behind every detail....like i want to sit here and cry about it because it feels like people just dont DO that anymore - put that much effort into something because they love what they’re creating. and like. it all comes through...it all reflects into what’s shown on screen. and then you see it reflected again through the people that watch it and experience it and it makes the love grow that much more

#its not just 'oh i loved being a part of that' its 'this experience changed me as a person and im so grateful for that'#not only from me as an audience member. but also from everyone involved in the making of it #and thats something that sticks with me as much as the series itself does #its so simply yet extraordinarily beautiful #sorry i rewatched ep5 pt4 and felt like it was the first time i'd watched it #like i just MISS the feeling of watching this show and everything at once it was just....such an experience #bc i will never be the same!!!!#julian watches bb #bad buddy series #bad buddy bts #nanon korapat #ohm pawat #backaof noppharnach #bb:cast

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seb-owns-these-tatas · 4 years

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Witcher of the Night (Chapter 16.1)

THIS IS MODERN ERA READER WHO WOKE UP IN THE DIMENSION OF THE WITCHER.

UPDATES FOR WITCHER OF THE NIGHT WILL BE PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY NOW IN MY TIME (GMT +8) (GUESS WHAT? IT AIN’T SATURDAY TODAY! LMAO)

CHAPTER 16

WITCHER OF THE NIGHT MASTERLIST

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: The best part has finally come to an end, life aren’t all smiles and rainbows. Now, here comes the negativity that will surely eat you whole with the life you have with the witcher.

Warnings: Fluff! Kinda’ Dad! Geralt? Slight. Cirilla being such a sweetheart? Jaskier being Jaskier. Mention of blood. Insecure and overthinking reader. Mention of Yennefer and Renfri.

Words: 8k+

A/N: This should’ve been posted last saturday. But, life happened so here it is. I should’ve been taking a break but I think I’ll have my break next saturday instead. Think of this as if I just gotten late to post this chapter for you, bb’s! Though, there will be no update on June 27 instead!

TAGLIST IS STILL OPEN FOR THIS ONE! Heehee! Don’t forget to REBLOG, COMMENT OR GIVE FEEDBACK IF YOU DID LOVE THIS CHAPTER! IT’LL MAKE ME SMILE! Sorry for the grammatical errors and such because English isn’t my mother tongue!

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THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW. It was the day where Geralt was back on his wild hunt. He'd procrastinated more than he can ever plead for; taking him days with his family was better than having none as the lone witcher would leave with nothing but his horse and sword like the good ol' days.

Other times, he'd have Jaskier in his trips when the bard was too restless to stay and guard Cirilla---it has been two years for doing so---and he would complain about how tedious Geralt would tell his stories about slaughtering such a specific beast. The toubadour wanted to experience and see everything happen before his eyes regardless of his fear for such.

Which leaves Cuthbert and his family for taking care of the princess. Besides, Geralt thought it would be better that people wouldn't see Cirilla living in their home from time to time, as it can also complicate how she would be found because she didn't need to be.

But, with you around; there has to be somebody that was needed to guard and take care of his child of surprise; leading the preferable options down to you because you knew how a girl works and how their mind moves rather than with Jaskier who always welcomes him home with arguments about nonsense things together with his child of surprise. Complaining how she'd intentionally stomped on his foot because of how she was confined in their home all the darn times till how his cooking was abnormally awful rather than Geralt's.

No matter how uneasy Geralt was with leaving everyone alone, he needed to sacrifice the worries away for his family and choose the safety for the people. Even if it would take him days to bask in his solitude with Roach whom he would have as his silent companion.

The witcher was getting ready for his hunt today. He was checking on stuffs that were utterly important not to forget. Elixirs. Herbs. Equipment. Weapons. Geralt continued to place his things inside his bag before a soft piece of parchment has brushed off his fingertips, making him stop from rummaging inside his bag to snatch it out.

It was the drawing he retrieved from the gallants he'd fought. The broken sketch of you and him together, taken from being scoured by the royal guards because he was needed for a favor that could help the kingdom and its heir.

Fucking people who kept on needing him all the damn time. He silently spewed blasphemy over and over inside his head for making his life more complex than it ever was with Destiny laughing on his side.

Especially that he was finally accepting what it brings to him. You.

He'd taken one last look on the paper before tucking it inside his bag; in a safe place where it wouldn't be destroyed before he'd heard familiar stealthy footsteps padding closer to where he stood beside his horse.

"Geralt,"

Jaskier has taken what the witcher has fetched him to, showing the contents of what laid on his palms before his brooding friend has taken it with a begrudging look that says he woke up on the bad side of the bed today.

Though, the bard was sure he did because of the perception that he needed to leave you alone in his chambers.

Geralt has given him a sharp look which has taken aback Jaskier who seemed to be surprised in such the break of dawn, ceasing his yawn when he'd received such surprising antagonism. He saw the blank stare he'd given him, thoroughly stupefied from whatever sauciness he was trying to give.

Jaskier could even notice how he was more quiet and grumpier than usual first thing in the morning. An unusual state of the witcher when you came along because he was finally talking more after getting some sleep.

"What’s going on, Geralt? Did something happened? I thought friends trust each other! You know you can trust me on this---anything! Is Roach dying? do you need another horse?"

The monster-slayer raised a sassy brow at his friend, looking away as he went on to obtain the items that laid on Jaskier's hands. His hands abnormally heavy as their hands grazed each other; letting the bard know that there was something more to it other than the idea that you would be away from him.

"Should I ask you the same thing?" he deeply grumbled, sounding like a snarl that has caught Jaskier off guard.

His talkative friend appeared to be wounded from his silent grudges that he held out for him. Jaskier couldn't help but scrunch his face in utmost perplexity, feeling aggravated for what attitude Geralt has been giving him when all he had been doing was help him in such a crazy, early hour of the morning.

He won't be taking his attitude when he was still heavy-eyed from trying to get his sleep last night. Reasons why he couldn't was because his room was beside yours and the insatiable witcher. Technically, his suggestions that have been approved sometimes hit him in the head like a boomerang; he didn't think it through that his advice can bring him results where he would suffer.

Geralt and his shitty, overly developed libido.

"But, I don’t have a horse! Why are you---Oh! Ohohoho. You were being sarcastic! I know you---know the differences of those monotones of your verbose timbres. Everybody should applaud me for it," Jaskier scornfully laughed, annoyed by how the witcher has been acting. He held onto his hips, shoulders rolled as his head fell back while he sarcastically laughed, feeling the swift breeze of the morning fog giving him a whiplash as Geralt walked pass him to fix Roach's reigns. The toubadour has turned on his heels to see the subtle swerving of topic by staying silent and minding his own business.

"---I'm utterly not in the mood for your grouchy attitude, Witcher! You sound like you are accusing me of something I shouldn’t have done!"

Roach gave a nicker as she heard two friends share their squabbles; being immature over not sharing what one has a problem over the other.

"You sound guilt-ridden." Geralt bluntly stated, ignoring the bard who has sauntered in front of him with an offended face. His friend seem to be lost at words from where ever his hostility is coming from.

Jaskier tried thinking it through, cocking his head to the side as he stood before the brooding witcher. He hadn't been too intrusive the past few days nor did he try and get his patience boiling. In all honesty, the bard has set a good amount of space around Geralt when you came in their lives. Reaching to the point that Geralt spends his time with you and Cirilla a lot more than him.

Though, there were the times where Jaskier gets to spend more time with you than Geralt when he was being the complicated mutant he is, sharing banters with you that ends up in a wrestling match because of how he kept on spitting jests that rattles the kindness you ought to have.

The witcher knew Jaskier blushed when he’d accidentally tackled you to the ground from choking him with all your might as you used your arms. The bard’s weight bringing you down when he tried battling with your physical blitz of ripostes. Geralt couldn’t help but purse his lips at that as he watched you wrestle with his annoying bard who had a palpitating heart from being flustered over you.

Jaskier likes you and he was sure about that.

"W-What---Oh! what a fuckin’ crass you are! What do you even mean?!" he bellowed and stammered, sounding and looking utterly lost. Pretty ocean blue eyes demanding for answers over what grudges he was holding; dramatically raising a hand for thespian gestures.

"Does she look like Booker? No. I suppose not. The cavalier you were fond with was horrible," Geralt sounded too straightforward, never known to sprinkle his words with flowery vernacular that would consider him kind and nice. He gave out a loud, audible sigh; giving him a nonplussed look.

No matter how rude he sounded, his eyes had a look of defiance and understanding. The witcher wasn't mad at the fact that Jaskier has taken a liking towards his midget. No. Geralt knew better than to be enraged over feelings he couldn't control; much so to himself despite of hating the strong feelings he was having over you.

Besides that, Jaskier was his friend. He respected you and Geralt because he knew what was coming forth between the both of you. Like a masochist, even to the point of helping you and the white wolf build the relationship that was bound to happen sooner or later.

Julian Alfred Pankratz just knew you were both endgame from the moment Geralt of Rivia have saved you from those scoundrels. What stated his facts correct was the subtle glimpses that the witcher has been giving you whenever you were around or near their presence; staring when you least expect him to and caring when you needed to be fostered.

Your existence had Geralt thoroughly interested for what and who you were and his friend could visibly see that.

Hence, right at this moment; it was his time to look obvious towards the ivory haired witcher over his one-sided attraction he had for you.

"I should've known, Jaskier. Your gestures aren't exactly subtle."

Geralt shook his head when he lately realized that, clasping a hand over Jaskier's shoulder to give a firm pat; respecting whatever he felt for you. If he wanted to continue those unrequited feelings, it was fine. But, the gesture from him was a silent discussion that he won't be backing down nor stepping away to give the him the opportunity to become what Geralt is already to you.

"I beg your pardon---? Shouldn't you be attacking me with your little tricks already?---I mean, right! Yeah." Jaskier started and stammered at the same time, but was cut off by a terse statement.

"Never leave her side as much as I would."

Geralt gave another light pat to his shoulder before he walked around him, treading over the front door to retrieve two flasks of water and your special Ale that he somehow needed to bring because it reminded of you. The bard trailed behind him, following his footsteps till he was hunched over to get them.

"Geralt, if I may ask---but I hope you wouldn't punch me in the gut after this. The Djinn, obviously was a snake in the lake. What will happen to her now?"

Jaskier just couldn't help but shut his mouth now, does he? he thought at the back of his mind, silently cursing for even bringing it up for him to remember.

The witcher stood up with a long drag of his breath; sounding surfeited by how his mind worked. He was in deep ponder over knowing that his friend had taken the hots for you too, yet he appeared to sound like he was pushing you away soon that he knew Geralt was thoroughly enamored.

"Now, you want her to go." he deadpanned, nettled by what he was suggesting. His eyebrows tightly crossed together from how cretinous it sounded, "---I've been told by a daft of a bard to keep the rat when I was finding a shitty Djinn,"

Geralt couldn't accept what he was hearing. He didn't need to hear this question especially when he was leaving for a hunt. The latter was finally trying to accept what destiny holds out for him, testing what would happen with you around; thinking if it was even a smart decision for him to not challenge fate for the second time around.

It was probably for the better before any sacrifices can happen. Though, why was he even being questioned when he's finally having momentous moments with you?

Geralt gravelly hummed in displeasure, walking away from his friend as he said out loud with a brooding demeanor, moon over by what questioned he received when he'd only done what everybody wanted from him.

"You smell of heartache, rejection and bewilderment, bard."

Jaskier looked utterly wounded from receiving such spiteful words.

"O-Oh! You just didn't quote me that, witcher! You are beyond frank and hilarious when you are being verbally challenged!"

He heavily marched towards Geralt, stopping in front of him with his arms dramatically wide open; indignant of how petty he sounded for being asked over a question that was bound to be inquired soon enough because you were a person who came from another dimension that truly exists.

"I was simply asking what you would do when the rat finally needs to come home from where she rightfully belongs! What will happen to her?!----especially, to you, huh?!"

Geralt's eyes were heavy as it landed on him. Brooding. Crestfallen. Enough to say that the concept of it made him even more dejected and disgruntled. The witcher kept his mouth tightly shut, snapping his eyes away to mule over what he said.

You were already a part of his home besides his original family and Geralt didn't know what to do when one person leaves. Again. He was already done with leaving people and it wasn't surprising when karma hits him back as it'll use you as a pawn.

But, he does not opt for it to happen.

Jaskier brought his arms down to his sides. Baby blue eyes narrowed and his eyebrows pushed together to elicit his worry for his friend despite of the real deal that he also had with you.

"----Because apparently, you are in the risk of heartache when the time comes for her to leave. Isn't that right, Geralt?"

The break of dawn is nigh; dark and light colliding to meet the sun as they were finally reaching daybreak from all the fusses that was happening. He should've left before you even woke up, knowing you would be slightly upset as you weren't used to what life he had nor did you exactly have the vivid idea of everything.

You knew nothing at all and soon enough, Geralt was sure it'll kick him in the butt for not saying anything more about their world and for what it holds.

"You aren't just fond of her anymore. It's beginning to grow more than that," Jaskier honestly convinced his theories and observations, pausing to look at Geralt who has given him a tiny quirk of his brow for what he wanted to say, "---Before you tell me that it's because of something the Djinn has cast upon you both, it must be wrong."

Geralt went completely silent; letting Jaskier share his opinions laid out for him to understand, "You risked to appear in front of that wandering vampire that the queen has kept around---" pause. "---risked everything we had, trying to lay low from everyone because our lives are at stake here,"

Jaskier's weight fell on one foot to the other, raising a hand to point at himself as he continued to conclude, "You can fool anyone but me, Geralt. I can see who she is for you,"

"What do you want me to say, Bard?"

He brought a finger up to the witcher, ceasing his temper from bursting out of nowhere, "All I'm saying is that you shouldn't let her go." pause. "---Keep her, because I know you'll think of the greater good and try to fix everything according to your treacherous and foolish plans. Don't let her leave you---don't make her leave us,"

Geralt cocked his head to the side, forehead creased in confusion for the sudden contrast of his advice. His friend was technically not sounding forthright after asking him what his decision was with the involvement of you.

The latter started again, "Choose---" Brusque and impatient. His harsh, clipped tones cut him off. Geralt stated as a matter of fact, "---the lesser evil. So, I've been told."

He rounded up and dragged his feet away from the bard, walking the path back to his horse with a vexed Jaskier who angrily marched to where he was.

"No, you fool!" he ungraciously exclaimed, standing beside Geralt who took Roach's reigns, tugging at it as he motioned for her that it was time for her to gait, taking heavy steps away from their home while Jaskier followed close.

"---choose the greater good; even if the decision makes you selfish, Geralt."

The witcher looked up at the sky, seeing the beautiful sunny color paving its way to greet them a good morning. It wasn't a good morning to him based on how irritating the start of his day began. He stopped his mosey with an evident sigh, letting Jaskier continue to talk.

"---Stop challenging fate before it's too late---you deserve to be happy---surprising isn't it? From a bard who keeps on blabbing horse shite all the bloody time---well, I'm tired of being with a brooding witcher! If it means to be with a rat forever just for you to stop being cantankerous then I'm accepting the sacrifice!"

The bard's voice echoed across the meadow, combining along with the chirping of birds and the strong breeze of the morning wind. Roach was sniffing Geralt when he'd heard that soft padded footsteps jumping down their stairs in a hurried manner. He'd given Jaskier a disappointed look of his golden peepers; his plan now ruined that he would leave without bidding goodbye because of one bard that could always get under his skin for no reason.

"You were saying, bard?"

You were out of the threshold in no time. Hair in a tangled mess from your previous nightly adventures; along with your painted skin that had witcher bites, looking gauche from wearing Geralt's large tunic that ended on your knees with nothing under and a pout drawn to your face as you ran barefoot along the meadow, wildly screaming his name.

"Geralt-of-fucking-Rivia!" you panted and whined, never believing that he was leaving without any form of goodbyes, "---Don’t you dare step a foot! I swear to God, I will cut your majestic white hair when you walk away and I’ll never make you my special ale anymore!"

The threat was loud enough for him to cease his footsteps; plans of irritating you further would never be a good idea especially that he was leaving for a hunt.

Palms upon your knee, you stood in front of the frowning witcher wearing his black, leather full gear armor; heaving deep pathetic breaths as your hauled over yourself, raising a hand to stop him from leaving.

When you've finally caught your breath, you promptly straightened your back; letting him see your swollen eyes due to sleeping late with probably morning dew slipping a few off the ends of your eyes. He affectionately caught sight of your upset ones; displeased from his sudden flee.

"How dare you leave when you know I don't wake up early like this?---and leaving without a hug!? Seriously, Geralt?!" you declared, obviously unsettled from being fucked the night after without waking you up to say that he was about to leave you for days in a world you hardly know about?

"---What if I don't get to see you again?"

Questions after questions, you demanded answers from Geralt in which it shall never be received based on how he simply watched you raved, feeling the discomfort and worry of leaving his family alone, "What if you never come back?" it sounded like you were thoroughly agonizing over the idea. You started to fret, toes feeling the moist pasture land over the soles of your feet; bringing you more concern.

"---What if I've been kidnapped or something?!"

Geraly shook his head, mouth in a tight thin line as he interrupted, "You're never leaving the house, midget. You need to take care of Cirilla," he let go of Roach's reigns to place his arms on either side of him, his tone more passive than yours, the words he told held more meaning as if he was giving a lot more trust than he can ever do by letting you handle the responsibility for his child of surprise even just for days.

The point simply tells you that he wasn't treating like you were his possession after admitting his feelings. Geralt was acting like a father and a husband for making you feel that way over supporting what he does for a living.

Just the act itself made you reach out for Geralt's hand, tightly clutching it in both of yours like you didn't want him to leave because you were feeling a little agitated for no reason. Overthinking always does take a toll on you. But often times, these female intuitions you have were correct for whatever bad feelings you were having.

Geralt closed his fist to subtly caress the back of your hand as Jaskier tried to convince and pour ice to your anxiety filled head, "Small rat, those are only predictions. He won't die yet. You're talking to a 100 year old witcher and you're frightened that he wouldn't come back alive?"

You face suddenly morphed into confusion, giving Jaskier a look of puzzlement. 100 years old? Geralt never looked that old to you, maybe his face was pretty much mature than yours but his features tells that he was around 30'ish and above, a lot more older than you nevertheless.

Geralt was still quiet as he continued to brush his thumb over the back of your hand. No objection was received and so, you believed Jaskier's words were true. Yet, his age never made you uneasy nor made you want to run for the hills. He was still Geralt. Your mean looking, soft-hearted witcher. More human than any other man can ever be.

He was yours. Only yours; and you needed to bite your tongue from saying words that would taser your heart from being unanswered.

"Wait---what--- you're a 100 years old?!?!----anyway, Geralt---!!" Geralt only hummed in dissatisfaction for Jaskier's existence in their world.

You peered up at the witcher with a fretful beam, your nose scrunching from feeling too worried for him when he goes out to hunt for his monsters; remembering what stories he told and the scars you've seen on his body. It was making your heart feel heavy, and Geralt wasn't a simpleton to not know nor feel how concerned you were for him.

It's been a long time since he's ever had someone making him feel all sorts of things and the doubled up emotions was making it more uncontrollable for the feelings he had for you.

"In our world, when a person leaves, they always bid their goodbyes!" Geralt drowsily blinked back at you, an utter soft flicker in his eyes that made your heart turn to mush.

Your eyes were hopeful as you asked, "---now, where's mine?"

You've let go of his hand, timidly standing before him with your frail arms on either side; wiggling your bare toes on the grass as you shyly waited for his reaction. Was it too much to ask even just a kiss before he goes?

"Goodbye, midget." the white wolf gravelly rasped, insincerity dripping in his tone because he didn't like bidding goodbyes to people he would still get to see again. The words seemed to be bitter for his taste, his farewell totally feigned because he was never going to leave for good. You've seen a tiny slip of his fangs as he talked and tried to regret what he said.

"---though, I doubt I meant that because I am not leaving for good,"

His reaction made you want to jump in a hole and just talk to yourself instead. Your face fell at that and Jaskier was found silently wincing from what the witcher has interpreted. He would rather bask in his own laughter and silence by himself than be punched by Geralt. So, he did; snorting a chuckle as he continued to eavesdrop and watched you both in a conversation.

Though, the bard's laughter was momentarily ceased when Geralt sent him a scowl.

"Why am I---why are witchers idiots? why are you an idiot sometimes?!"

Jaskier was known to be brave for even deciding to be Geralt's travel companion before; having the freedom to annoy him and never gotten the chance to end up beheaded or served as a meal for monsters. He was the only person who Geralt could handle no matter how he brings problems and for how annoying he can become.

However, at some point; they've gotten into a huge fight and it was intense. Luckily, they were on good terms right now after being separated.

"I second the notion, small rat!" the toubadour jested with a grin; Geralt's lack of knowledge about romantic gestures entertaining him.

You palmed your face in fluster and from the frustration; seeming more difficult to say what you truly wanted because Jaskier was close enough to hear what you could ask. A frown etched your face, grouching before the witcher like a kid that has never been given a big swirling rainbow lollipop.

"I didn't meant that! I meant---I meant---!"

You were stammering as you stood rooted on the ground, glancing up at Geralt while subtly pointing to your pouted lips. He calmly breathed out his frustrations from not understanding you prior before. But, the way his golden eyes lit up, sparkling beneath the sun's rays made you see that he knew what you meant.

His eyes were like diamonds twinkling under the sun and it always leaves you bewitched.

He has given Jaskier another grimace before humming back at you in comprehension, "A buss." His mouth curled in a small smile before you've seen him give you a gesture with his hand; urging you to come closer.

"Come ere'. You should've been more specific, midget."

Geralt slung an arm around your hips, his armor hitting your skin with soft clungs; pulling you closer to him as he leaned down to your height, catching your ajar lips in between his as he puckered to give you the most tender kiss you've received, taking you breath away like how he always does.

He'd kissed the tips of your vermillion, feeling like the other piece of your heart has been put together; making you feel complete. Satisfied. With the sudden life that was given to you when you woke up in the middle of the forest, having no idea how you've been transported.

But, experiencing no obstacles in their world from the time being was making you feel jittery because you knew life didn't work that way. It always leads you into an ocean, making you drown in impediments that can assuredly take the happiness away from you in just a flash.

You knew something was about to happen because fate always leads you in that position. It was like it wanted you to taste what contentment in life would be before snatching it out of your hands.

What would your fate bring you in their world?

Geralt has pulled away in the slightest amount. The tips of your vermillion brushing against his as your heart felt heavier to feel his warmth around you; not liking the concept of your witcher away because of certain reasons you couldn't explain. Faint voices has woken you up from your slumber, forewarning about him leaving you; urging for Geralt not to go which took you to run out of the door in your disheveled state.

He lightly gave you a kiss on the tips of your nose; your mouth frowned at that no matter how your heart slightly fluttered from the soft gesture. Geralt straightened his back as he has given Jaskier a knowing look. Jaskier unconsciously has given him a subtle roll of his eyes, feeling that he was being cocky for showing that he had the freedom to kiss you like that. It was how Geralt could define his repartee and Jaskier swore that he got one point of having the upper hand from the surprising physical display of affection.

"Difficult...to be lovers with a 100 year old witcher, won't you say?" he sent the message to you and sounded like he wanted to sulk but he covered the tone with a feigned cough.

Light hurried footfall came falling behind. The Ashen haired child announced her appearance with a look of nausea; her nose twisted in distaste for what she saw because she had already been watching you three in a distance.

"Ugh, gross." she joked, quickly replacing her abhorrence with a genuine smile, "---Is this how disgusting it is to see a child's parents kiss?"

Everybody turned to look at her, the arm that has snaked around you was now gone as you also looked at the princess with a bewildered expression for what she'd said. Nobody dared to object nor concur to what they've heard, only reticence.

But, not for Jaskier. He'd called Cirilla out for saying those words unexpectedly.

"So, you're calling them your parents now? Mother? Father?---and me?"

The lion cub of Cintra raised a sardonic brow as she tightly crossed her arms over her chest, tone all jest and playful as she commented, "---Which leads to you, bard." she abruptly paused to make it sound more intriguing as she spat, "---a dust mite in the household."

Cirilla took several steps closer to Geralt, making you fall back to give them time together. You've given them both a loving smile to indicate that you loved seeing them interact all the time because of how compassionate he was over his child, such a fatherly thing he appeared to be like, with the princess finding comfort and protection in his arms as she stepped closer to give the witcher a big, bear hug that he certainly didn't think twice to accept.

"Take care, Geralt. More than ever--please do come back,”

You eyed Geralt who was hugging Cirilla, your smile turning wider than ever as you lively jested among the affectionate scene you were seeing from a father and daughter.

"Is this the part where we should give you a group hug?---Okay! Okay! I'm joining!" Cirilla wholly accepted the idea of that and pulled your arm to surround beside her and Geralt; his hand immediately falling on your side, grabbing you closer once you were pulled by the pretty child.

The giggles that he heard from you both has lifted a smile on his brooding, sharp features. He lowly hummed in content before lifting his eyes off his girls in his arms to glance at Jaskier who seemed to suddenly be out of humor.

"Bard." he gruffly called out, amused from how the troubadour was despondent from the whole thing happening. Geralt gave an audible huff, alarming Jaskier because he knew what he was thinking. The witcher was thinking how pathetic he was looking to be so withdrawn over the abrupt embraces under the newly emerging morning sun.

"A dust mite mustn't interfere with a family group hug---oof! This is harassment!"

Jaskier was strongly pulled by Geralt who took no complaints over the embosom he was in, puffing out a frustrated breath as he tried to pull back from the embrace but had no choice when the witcher was using his strength, his hand behind the poet. His slight struggle painless for him. He gave the bard a strong pat on the back that made him cough out on how his lungs hurt from the sudden attack.

His grapples were cut short when you've placed your palm just below Geralt's; giving Jaskier a hug as well. Your touch felt unexpected as the white wolf heard his sudden heart palpitations over the subtle brush of your fingers on his friend.

Geralt knew, but not you.

Jaskier will be fine. If this was the only affectionate gesture that he could get you in, so be it. His unrequited affection will go away slowly, he hoped.

The white wolf's departure haven't lasted for a day till you were low spirited enough to stare out onto the windows, sitting on the stoned sill of the windows. Your viewpoint giving such reverence over how immeasurable their world could offer. From trees to the core of their land certainly looked earthy to you. A facsimile of what your world has been. Do they have oceans too? Noodles? Oh, you definitely wanted noodles for thinking about it.

Kaedwen. It was what their kingdom is called. You've also heard about Nilfgaard. Novigrad. But, you have no idea as to what it looks like rather than the kingdom of Kaedwen that looks no good like how you imagined Switzerland to be if you were talking about how the government treats their people.

Humans were treated poorly and even to the point of selling themselves as slaves; remembering what you have heard and saw while walking around the marketplace back then. They were living in dirt and striving to live with the ones who were abundant, seeing like they could never surpass to be cared for like they were humans.

Their government are treating them like garbage. The medieval movies you've watched were real because you also remember how you were close to being sold by a nobleman because no one knew who you were; having no name or a bloodline that could save you from being abjected.

Except for Geralt who needed to create a bloodbath just for you to live. The act alone has probably given him a violation against their law because of how he'd killed knights or people. Or was it legal for it happen?

You were staring far too long out in the open; waiting for your witcher to come back. What if he was away to probably find the sorceress that could bring you back home? Or better yet, what if he did find Yennefer and comes back choosing her instead because you're too dependent over him. His tiny mortal who always needed saving?

What if he gets tired of you? will he throw you away just like how people treat their lovers in earth when they're bored of each other?

What if you've just existed in their dimension because you were needed to fill the empty gap of Geralt's heart until he finds the sorceress?

You've asked Jaskier about it the past few days ago which has left your heart in a disgruntled mess when you've had answers over his relationships he never tells about.

"So, Yennefer, huh?" you've followed Jaskier out of the house. Nightfall was about to come by soon and Geralt wasn't around as he left with no words. The bard jogged through the end of the meadow till he'd reach the edge of the vast forest, twigs and branches breaking apart from every step when you've trailed behind him with a bothered heart.

"What?---Oh! You're asking me who she is?" Jaskier crouched to pick up blocks of wood that will cover up the whole night full of brisk as darkness was bound to visit soon. You hugged yourself to calm down the goosebumps that rose your skin when the cold hits you,"---Would you want a simplified explanation or a detailed one?"

You thought for a moment before feeling your heart beat ringing in your ears. It was that loud for the anticipation running in your veins for how curious you were about Geralt and a vision of his past, "The simplified one,"

Jaskier continued his rummaging, picking up woods after woods as he nonchalantly tittle-tattled, "She's a strong, fierce sorceress. Nice too because she's helped me out of a curse but also kind of rude to me---I am not biased just because of the whole crow’s feet ordeal---they've shared quests and I've been there to witness how they connect with each other. However, their relationship has lots of ups and downs. They've somehow find each other no matter what happens back in the decades except for now."

Your throat felt like there was some phantom hands trying to choke you; constantly bickering back to tell how strong and powerful she was that they've shared tales and adventures. It was downing over your head about how much of a burden you have been to Geralt, the constant feeling of your relationship with him being the cause of the responsibility he had for taking you because he had no other choice that he was the first person you've encountered.

You were definitely the most useless amongst his prior lovers.

He shrieked when a large bug has flew over his face, flicking them away with his hands as he threw his arms around; trying to hit the bug with a block of wood as he continued to talk, "---Move away, you shite of a bug!---Geralt stopped finding her due to reasons I have no clue about and because he needed to avoid people at all costs---but---oh, gods. It’s quite difficult to explain,"

Jaskier has gathered all the wood he needed. You've reach out to help him carry the blocks but before you could even touch them, he'd stepped away and walked around you as he continue to speak, "Oh, and about Renfri; don't bother nor think about it."

He heard your footfalls following him back to the meadow and even heard you exclaim, "Why?"

"She's reached her demise. Explains why Geralt has a moniker named the 'butcher of Blaviken'. Ended up killing her to save an ignoble child named Masha---Martha---Marilka?! Oh, whatever! He chose that to save the innocent lives of people instead. He never told you that?"

Your felt the needles poking through your chest because of how naive it felt to know nothing about it, also feeling sad about her early demise. You've remembered how Geralt ceased his stories when he'd reach the part where he went to a town named Blaviken; not even bothering to tell you that he has met a woman named Renfri and somehow had such hapless fate between them both.

You felt foolish. Ignorant over a story that was never told. Hence, it was enough to turn that smile upside down as you quietly muttered, "No."

Jaskier stopped walking, waiting for you to catch up as you stood beside him with a frown. He'd given you the twinkle of his pretty baby blue eyes with a sympathetic smile as he uttered, "That's never new, though. It's understandable. I've experienced it too, don't worry. Geralt has always been Geralt. He rarely becomes loquacious,"

You've crossed your arms behind your back, your fingers fidgeting; nails scratching your palm from how you were feeling the tiny prickle of your nerves telling that you weren't in the best part of your brain. The dragging feeling on your chest adding more weight from the start that Jaskier has opened his mouth to chat.

"He does that for anyone, huh? Saving people, I mean."

Jaskier was oblivious about how you've turned your head away to anxiously nibble on your lower lip. He was incognizant over your disappointed mental breakdown of your own self because he went on to simply tell, "No matter how he says that he doesn't want to be involved nor desires for anyone needing him. He still saves them because---"

You immediately cut him off, swallowing the tight knot in your throat, looking at him in the eye with a disheartened gaze, "He doesn't want people needing him?"

"Geralt never liked it. But, guess what brought you here! You! Even had the chance of needing Geralt because you were lost and vulnerable. Was it out of pity? I---I---No. No. Definitely not out...of...pity?"

When the moment he'd seen your eyes, Jaskier was quick to know that he made the wrong choice of words and even the topic to tell. He gave an awkward grin, instantly regretting what he said when you've shifted those eyes to look away.

"Why did they never see each other again?"

The bard has cursed himself repeatedly inside his mind, praying to the gods that you won't be mad at Geralt when he comes home because him and Cirilla didn't need another chance of being surrounded by the silence eating them up when you both are having misunderstandings or issues about each other.

"The witcher has made mistakes. He let her slip away. They've parted after a pretty intense fight."

He'd pretty much simplified everything, sounding like he told it to you in bullet form and left you alone in the middle of the field as he ran back inside. Though, it was too late. You've heard what is needed to know and the discomfort that dropped inside your stomach felt like these feelings you had for Geralt was already serious.

It was definitely too late because you've lately realized that liking him wasn't the correct term. Love felt better and deeper.

Soft knocking has pulled you off your reverie which has made you blink as you swiftly turned your head to see a child whom you also have a soft heart for. This child that has no idea why she was being persecuted---or maybe you were the person who had no thought again as to what reason and purpose does Nilfgaard want from her because honestly, all you could see from her was a child who had nobody left behind for her to console. If it wasn't for Geralt, she probably would have been taken by the people who want her.

You narrowed your gaze and gave her a bit of your scrutiny, angling your head in a way that tells the child you were trying to look through her. Did she have some sort of magic too? Was she a mutant too?

"Mum'?---will it be alright for me to call you that? I--I---I don't want to call you rat or midget," she tried to call you for the third time. Her bright cobalt eyes buoyant as she wend one's way, ceasing before you with a tight-lipped smile.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" you softly pardoned with a sweet smile.

The princess couldn't help but bashfully give a beam, conscious if you've said that because you didn't want to be called that way. But, she gave no second doubts and repeated her questions again; anxiously and hopeful to undertake.

"Can I call you Mum'? Everybody has a nickname for you and also considering how you've started taking care of me---with---with Geralt now deeming as your beloved..." she trailed off in the middle of her sentence and you waited for her to continue but it was intentionally left to be dithered.

Heat traveled towards your cheeks. The princess wanted to call you 'Mum'? you silently questioned yourself. Your heart beat was racing from being accepted by his child of surprise, sounding like she wanted you to be her mother and seeing her fret before you made you think that she would gladly be your daughter as long as you were comfortable.

"Beloved? Right! Right! You can call me anything you want, Ciri."

The affirmation made her give you a toothy grin. Cirilla didn't think twice and merrily cajoled with a small hop of her feet that were close against each other, "Great, Mum'! Can you teach me how to bake?---maybe a cake---oh! Or a very scrumptious bread!?"

Your sullen features have been promptly lifted on the spot. You've grasped onto what she wanted, a distraction from how apprehensive she seemed to be like from the way her heels tap on the stone floor and to the way her forehead was slightly creased like she was on pins and needles. The princess was even worried because Geralt wasn't around to guard anyone in the household.

Her wrist was quickly snatched by you, pulling her out of your chambers and running through the hallway, towards down the stairs with heavy, excited thumps.

"Of course! would you like me to teach you how I'd baked blueberry muffins from the other night?"

The lion cub of Cintra hummed in mirth, nodding behind despite of knowing you couldn't see her as you pulled her around. Your eyes scanned the first floor of the house to see Kolby snuffling the front door with Jaskier no where to be seen.

You passed by the newly fixed table; knowing that Geralt ended up fastening back what was ruined. Trying to whisk your head away, you did you best not to feel the warmth spread over your face. Toes were lifted up to the highest as you reached for the door of the cupboards to see the bowls all gone when the last time you remembered; the white wolf has changed the position of plates in a much lower level for your sake.

Jaskier was just intentionally doing it right now and it made your blood boil for his constant teasing.

"I'm going to strangle that bard. I swear to Thor; I hope he hits Jaskier with a lightning---where did he even place all the bowls again?!" you complained more so to yourself as Cirilla was left standing on your side, waiting for your next command.

You've gestured with your hand, making her stay inside the kitchen while you walked away. The Hirikka suddenly howling out of the blue when you jogged towards the front door, stepping out of the threshold as Kolby followed suit.

"Jaskier?!" a loud yell echoed as you called at the top of your voice; seeing no bard anywhere.

Kolby unexpectedly sprinted, running off your side as he turned along the path around the house where the back door lead to.

You groaned out loud, strolling to where the Hirikka went, "Jaskier! Will you please tell me where---Jaskier!"

An ear-piercing shriek left your lips. Heart stopped from beating, your blood running cold as you were filled with panic and fear from seeing Jaskier hunkered down in the middle of chevaliers circling him like he was being tyrannized.

Armored gallants sat on their horses, their helmets taken off their faces which has given you images of what they looked like. A mixture of different ethnicity that you were well aware of back in earth. But, they've shared gazes in their eyes that placed you in a horrified position that tells everything was about to go down and it wasn't just Jaskier hunched on the ground.

When he heard your footsteps, he was pleading that you wouldn't actually visit the back part of the house but seeing Kolby safeguarding as he stood in front of you; thoroughly feral and livid for visitors that weren't invited at all, Jaskier knew all hell was about to break lose.

"A liar, bard." you've heard that voice back in the marketplace, a timbre you didn't wish to hear ever again as it haunts you with memories that he was a mystical being and the person who has stabbed you to bleed.

"The witcher didn't bring his little woman all along," Tybalt's breath fanned your ears, making you hastily step away from the vampire with your eyes all wide from the spine-chilling memory that gets you shunning away. Kolby was rapid enough to slip in between the uncomfortable space that Tybalt has locked you in, all predatory and wild as the movement made you stumble down beside Jaskier.

You've coughed out from being accidentally pushed to the ground, the knights of Kaedwen stepping back to include you in the tyranny of hopeless pleading. The bard's lip was wounded. Broken. Bleeding. Claret colored liquid painting his teeth which tells that they've been bashing him for quite some painful minutes. His doublet untidy and disordered from their constant forceful pulling.

"Rat," he weakly groused, holding onto his battered stomach. Jaskier tightly blinked the dirt out of his eyes as he spitefully spat the blood, wiping the blood off his busted lip with the back of his hand. His golden dagger tightly on his palm as he ceaselessly jested. The words coming out of his lips sounding familiar as you remembered you've said it to him before in the middle of being taken.

"---You had one job."

NO UPDATE FOR THIS UPCOMING JUNE 27, BB’S! I’mma take a break! (Or not because I always end up opening my drafts and try to write lmao) I’ll probably write the future chapters for everyone and so, I won’t get stuck on procrastinating before school starts in about after 2 months. LMAO. I get anxious when I think about this fic being unfinished due to random reasons because I don’t want that. FEEDBACKS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED! (Strikethrough means I couldn’t tag you)

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General taglist: @agniavateira, @iloveyouyen, @rahdaleigh,

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ironxkid · 3 years

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𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 !

list your fav characters from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 people.

mcu - Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Thor, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Carol Danvers, Maria Rambeau, Monica Rambeau, Maria Hill, Nicky Fury, Phil Coulson, Maya Hansen, Pepper Potts, James Rhodes, and a bunch of others sdgjhfgdshj

warriors - Alderheart, Squirrelflight (Working Partners give her a bREAK oh my god), Shrewtooth, Ravenpaw, Cinderpelt, Yellowfang, Firestar, Sandstorm, Fernsong, Crookedstar, Brambleberry, Shadowsight, Tawnypelt, Littlebird, Newtspeck, Badgerfang, Twigbranch, Fidgetflake, Stonefur, Willowbreeze etc.

wings of fire - Clay, Tsunami, Starflight, Glory, Sunny, Whiteout, Mangrove, Sundew, Willow, Mandrake, Umber, Moonwatcher, Winter, Turtle, Gill, Blue, Cricket, Hazel, Fathom, Indigo, Darkstalker, etc.

animal crossing - Goldie, Zucker, Isabelle, Tom Nook, Timmy and Tommy Nook, Blathers, Celeste, Digby, Flora, Spork, Pompom, Fang, Cyrano, Kid Cat, Midge, Diana, Axel, Muffy, Fuchsia, Coco, Alfonso, Julian, Vic, Nan, Big Top, Colton, Vesta, Apollo, Diva, Puddles, Francine, Rudy, Mira, Ketchup, Bruce, etc.

bones - Vincent Nigel-Murray, Temperance Brennan, Seeley Booth, Angela Montenegro, Jack Hodgins, Zack Addy, Camille Saroyan, Lance Sweets, James Aubrey, Daniel Goodman, Caroline Julian, etc.

the librarians - Cassandra Cillian, Jacob Stone, Eve Baird, Ezekial Jones, Jenkins, Flynn Carson, and a few others I’m forgetting rip fdgshjdfshj

star wars - Rose Tico, Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa, Han Solo, Chewbacca, Rey, Finn, Poe Dameron, R2-D2, BB-8, Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor, Bodhi Rook, Chirrut Imwe, Baze Malbus, K-2SO, Mon Mothma, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padme Amidala, Anakin Skywalker, etc. ((don’t talk to me about the last two movies fdsghjfdgs))

pacific rim - Mako Mori, Raleigh Becket, Stacker Pentecost, Newton Geiszler, Gottlieb, Herc Hansen, and Chuck Hansen ((I’ve only seen the first movie))

wolf’s rain - Toboe, Blue, Hige, Kiba, Tsume, Cheza, Quent Yaiden, Hubb Lebowski, Cher Degre, Gramps, and Gehl ((maybe a few others? it’s been a hot minute since I’ve watched the anime dsfghjf))

jurassic park - Alan Grant, Ellie Sattler, Ian Malcolm, Lex Murphy, Tim Murphy, Robert Muldoon, Sarah Harding, Nick Van Owen, Eddie Carr, Billy Brennan, Erik Kirby, and probably a few others I’m forgetting fsgdfds

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tagging: anyone!!

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What about Julian, Lucio, Asra comforting male!mc? You dont have to, thought I'd ask but.. tonight was not ideal for me.

Oh, of course! Sit down with some hot cocoa bb and let me show you how they would comfort you. I’m sorry you’ve had such an awful night, and I hope it improves and that you have lots of support to help you through it 🖤🖤

Asra

Please join him on the lounge, you can sit there for as long as you need. Lean back against his chest, or curl into it, or sit at the opposite side until you’re ready

Runs his fingers through your hair. He remembers hearing once that males rarely receive that kind of specific touch, something so simple and loving, and it’s always stuck in his head so he does it wherever he can

He’ll murmur to you about his day if it seems like you need the distraction, or stay quiet if that’s what you need

Faust will nuzzle into your temple, and her little tongue will flick out to kiss you on the forehead before she moves down to your chest and curls up there

Julian

Will place some music on to dance with you. A nice slow step, swaying side to side, with you tucked into his chest and his arms tight around your waist

His fingertips will trace your spine, and if you’re short enough his chin will rest on the top of your head - if not, he’ll nuzzle into your temple and place soft kisses there

Food is an excellent comfort, though he’s terrible at cooking himself. You have two options: be distracted by watching him fail miserably and laughing at his concentration face, or be distracted by taking pity on him and helping (pro tip: it’s a trick and he knows both will work to distract you so he isn’t fussed on which you choose)

Do you like starlight? The sounds of the city at midnight? He’ll walk you to his favourite secluded spot and lay down with you to watch the stars. You can point out constellations together, or at least pretend you know what they’re called

Lucio

Contrary to what people believe, he does notice something is wrong quite quickly because you’re important to him, and why wouldn’t he know and notice everything about you?

Snuggles with Mercedes and Melchior in his bed. He’s no scientist or doctor, but there isn’t a person alive who isn’t aware that puppy snuggles help with 84% of problems, or at least make you forget them temporarily

Baths are also an option. He’s already had his daily two himself, but he’s never said no to a third. If you’re comfortable, you can cuddle in one together, or he can just run one for you

Lay down on the bed, let him lay on top of you. He’ll put his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat, squeezing your hand and tracing your arm until he feels you fall asleep

BONUS: All 3

They may not work cohesively normally, but seeing you miserable? Hearing that you’ve had an awful night? They’re a well-oiled machine

Asra lights the fire, Lucio finds the food, Julian keeps you distracted by checking you over with joking comments and little nuzzles/kisses

Once they have you stretched out on the lounge, you’re set out like this: Asra behind you, you sitting between his legs, Lucio with your feet in his lap massaging gently, Julian on the floor right up against the lounge with both his hands around yours

Asra pulls his fingers through your hair, Julian ensures your hands are warm, Lucio begins singing in his…wonderful musical theatre voice, but is quickly told off by Julian, who checks to see if you’ve laughed

#the arcana #lucio #julian #asra #lucio morgasson #julian devorak #asra alnazar #writing #headcanons #hcs #claire speaks #asks #anon

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Warnings: alcohol, language, heights

Requests: Can you write about Julian Brandt? Maybe something about the reader meeting him in ibiza through friends, they have a lot of chemistry and spend all night together, it can end with smut (as you prefer) - I didn’t write any smut for this particular one bb, just wasn’t feeling it? I hope you like it though!!

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The wind whipped past her ears and through her hair, the salt water spraying her face as the boat cut through the bay. Just an hour earlier she had been relaxing in the sunshine by the pool with her friends. Now she found herself on a large boat, with a group of footballers and their entourage - some she recognized, some she didn’t. She hadn’t known her friend’s boyfriend was chummy with a pro footballer, but she wasn’t one to turn down an offer of free booze and a boat ride.

She turned her face to the sun, rocking her hips with the bouncing of the boat, but then they hit a particularly large wake and her drink went flying out of her grip. She flung her hand out as it soared through the air, trying to keep the cup from going overboard, but it spun just out of her reach into the grasp of a blonde boy with a nice smile. “Nice catch,” she said, loudly, to be heard over the wind. “Thank you!”

He motioned for her to follow him down below deck, tucking the now-empty cup into the trash bin. The quiet once they were inside was a relief from the relentless roar of the wind outside. “Gotta watch out for the big wakes,” he said. “Can I make you another drink?”

“Please,” she said. She recognized the hair, she thought, but drew a blank on the name that went with it. “I’m sorry, I know your face but I’m terrible with names.”

“Julian.” He handed her a new cup, filled with something blue and topped with cherries. It was sweet and smooth, just the way she liked it.

“I’m Risa.��

He bowed his head slightly. “Nice to meet you.” He had kind eyes, and perfect dimples when he smiled. “So, do you often throw drinks at people?”

“Only on holiday,” she said.

“Ah,” he replied, nodding his head. “Strangers only, I see.”

She returned his smile, happy to have met someone she could joke with, and was about to ask him how he knew everyone on the boat when the suddenly came to a stop, the engine going quiet. “We’re here,” he said, looking excited.

“Already?”

“Come on,” he said, offering his hand. “This staircase will take us to the top, we’ll beat everyone there.”

“The top of what,” she asked, but she followed him.

“The boat!”

“The what?!” Risa stopped on the stairs, gripping his hand tighter. He looked back at her.

“To jump off,” he said. “You can’t come to Ibiza and not jump off a boat.”

“I certainly can,” she laughed. “Do you have any idea how high that is?”

“I’ll hold your hand,” he said with a wink. “Come on, I want to be first!”

He took the steps two at a time, and by the time they reached the top of the boat she was breathing heavily. "This is crazy,” she said, peering over the side. “This is so high.... oh, shit, this is way too high!” She looked over at Julian. “I’m not doing this.”

He grinned at her. “Come on, it’s fun! I said I’d hold your hand!”

“I just met you!” She laughed at his teasing look of offense. He knew how to lay on the charm. “Fine.” She chugged the rest of her drink, setting the cup down and tying her hair back.

He led her to the edge, where they stepped carefully over the railing, and she made the mistake of looking down again. Julian laughed and put an arm around her waist when she tried to climb back over. “You can’t back out now!”

"You sure like to tell me what I can’t do,” she said, gripping the railing, and he grew serious.

“If you really don’t want to, you don’t have to.” He loosened his arm around her. “It’s supposed to be fun.”

She looked up at him, his blue eyes full of concern. She took a deep breath. “Fuck it.” She turned, taking his hand in hers again, and they stood at the edge. “Do NOT let go.” Her eyes were still on his, refusing to look down and chicken out again.

“Never,” he smiled, and as he leaped from the boat she followed, eyes screwed shut and screaming. Julian held tight to her hand as they fell, and when they plunged into the water just a short second later he pulled her back to the surface. She shrieked with delight, throwing an arm around his neck and waving excitedly at her friends back on the boat.

“That was amazing,” she squealed. She pushed her hair away from her face, the hairtie having been ripped away when they hit the water. "Amazing!”

“I knew you’d like it.” He could easily support her and keep the both of them afloat, she noticed. He smiled at her, and she caught herself staring at him. She didn’t usually hang on strangers in the water, but she was undeniably drawn to that smile.

“Move!” Someone yelled from up top, and the moment passed.

“Let’s go again,” she giggled, and she pushed away from him.

Julian laughed heartily, following behind her as she swam back to the boat and giving her a push up the ladder. She led the way to the top this time, but there were several people in line to jump now and they had to wait their turn. There was a strong breeze this high up, and she ran her hands over her arms in an attempt to warm up. “Come oooon,” she said through chattering teeth.

Julian held his arms open, offering some cover, and she let him drape himself around her. He wasn’t particularly warm, being just as soaked as she was, but he at least blocked some of the wind. She felt the hum of his laughter in his chest when another one of their friends went flailing over the edge, felt his arms tighten around her when the boat rocked. It was nice being close to him.

When it was their turn, he took hold of her hand again, but she led the way this time, leaping into the air with limbs askew, laughing with joy. She kept her eyes open, taking in the scenery, but at the last second she turned to see Julian watching her. His smile was the last thing she saw before she hit the water.

She surfaced, gulping for air and wiping the salt from her eyes to get her bearings. She didn’t see Julian. She looked towards the boat, but he wasn’t swimming back to it. “Julian?”

Something grabbed her leg and she screamed, kicking out in the water and striking her heel into something soft. Julian groaned in pain from behind her, having surfaced when she kicked him. “Not sure I deserved that,” he whimpered.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” She felt terrible. “You scared me though!” She swam to him, putting a hand on his arm. “Where did I get you?”

“Right in the stomach, but at least it wasn’t lower.” He laughed, grimacing.

“Can you make it back to the boat?” She moved closer to him. “I can help.”

“Probably.” He looked less pained. “Let’s float awhile, instead.”

"I can’t float very well,” she confessed. “I sink if I don’t keep moving.”

He cupped his hands over his mouth and yelled something towards the boat, and a moment later a large flotation mat came drifting over the side, wafting through the air down towards them. “Here,” he said with a smile as he pulled it to the two of them. “Much better, yeah?”

It was hilariously awkward trying to get up on the thing, but she at least managed to keep her suit on and not kick anyone again. She did have to catch her breath for a minute, both from the effort of climbing and from laughing at herself. Julian steadied the mat as she got comfortable on her back. He lay out beside her with much more ease, flat on his stomach.

Risa closed her eyes and let the sun warm her. They were far enough away from the boat that she could only just hear the shrieks and yells of their friends jumping into the water. Julian was close to her, enough that the back of his arm lay against hers, and they were quiet. She nearly fell asleep.

“I’m going to remember this, come winter,” he mumbled.

She moaned, wrinkling her nose at the thought of cold toes and frostbitten cheeks. “Dortmund’s supposed to see record snowfall this year, too.”

“You live in Dortmund?” He pushed up onto his elbows, rocking the mat in the water.

“Mm hmm.” She opened one eye. “Why?”

“I’m moving to Dortmund in a few weeks.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he smiled.

“Small world,” she said, closing her eye, trying to appear calm but turning flips on the inside. That was why he’d looked familiar. “We might run into each other again, then.”

He sat up on his knees, looking towards the boat and the sound of someone yelling their names. “I think it’s time to go,” he said. He let her off the mat first and together they pushed it back to the boat, chatting about the Dortmund real estate market. By the time they reached land again, she knew exactly what neighborhood he needed to live in and what agent to put him in touch with. It also happened to be the perfect excuse to exchange numbers when their groups went their separate ways.

She was the only one of her friends surprised when he texted her at dinner, hours later, asking if they had any plans that night.

“Of course he texted you,” one of the girls said, motioning to the waiter for the check. “He spent the whole day with you. Tell him to meet us in three hours at that club from last night.”

Back in their suite, her girls went to work. She fought vainly against the amount of makeup they tried to put on her, and whined as they fussed with her hair, but by the time they were done with her she had to admit they had worked magic. She looked hot.

From the look on Julian’s face when he spotted her across the crowded club, he thought she was hot, too. She was thankful the lighting was dim, because she could feel her cheeks turning red. She followed her crowd to the bar, aware of his eyes on her, and when she ordered a drink he slid in beside her.

“Hi,” he said. She could barely hear him over the music, but she could read the look on his face. He was grinning, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners. He told the bartender to put her drinks on his tab, waving off her protests as he lead her away from the bar. “Consider it a thank you,” he said.

“A thank you for what?”

“Coming out tonight.” He found an empty high top table, no stools but small enough for them to be undisturbed. “My friends usually get stupid drunk and embarrassing, but they’ll behave themselves with you and your friends around.”

“Oh, I doubt that.” Risa laughed, and looked over the dance floor. “It’s our last summer all together, I’m surprised one of us hasn’t gotten arrested or worse. I always wind up taking care of everyone.”

Julian smiled broadly. “Sounds like we have a lot in common.”

Risa sipped her drink, looking through the crowd again. She’d lost her friends to the throng of people. Usually she’d feel unsure of herself, alone with a man she’d just met, but she felt very comfortable around Julian. It didn’t bother her that he was standing so close, or that he always seemed to be staring at her whenever she looked at him. He seemed to be genuinely interested in what she had to say to him, not just pretending to pay attention in an attempt to get her into bed.

“I can’t believe I met you here of all places, right as I’m moving to your city,” he said.

“Well, it’s Ibiza in the middle of summer.” She smiled coyly. “You were bound to meet at least a few other Germans.”

“Yes, but a pretty one from Dortmund willing to leap from yachts with me?” He leaned over, resting his elbows on the table. “Could be fate.”

He was so close to her she could count the pale freckles scattered over his nose. “Fate,” she repeated, looking down and tracing her fingernail over the back of his hand. She raised her eyes to his. “Gonna tell the kids how you threw their mother off a boat the first time you met her?”

He lost it laughing, his dimples somehow even deeper. “That is not what happened!”

“Well that’s what I’ll tell them,” she shrugged. “Didn’t even take me on a date first, just threw me into the water.” She gave him an exaggerated roll of her eyes. “I’m telling you, kids, it’s amazing I even gave him a second date.”

“A second date,” he said. “Does that mean I get to take you on a first?”

“Is this not the first date?”

“I guess it is. I did ask you to come out, didn’t I?”

She nodded. His face was mere inches from hers now, and the sense of anticipation was palpable. “So where are you taking me for the second?”

He closed the gap between them, and brushed his lips softly against hers. “Breakfast?”

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