#singer geralt

[lakka-arts]

gay old men

#theyre all varying degrees of affectionate LMAO #its a Scale #and yes!!! i know i could have done regis (and it would have made more sense) BUT I'm too much of a sucker for gerlion #my art #mcsm #mcsm ivor #mcsm soren #LISTEN listen. #im a harpvor shipper at HEART but they were too funny to NOT do for this #spn #supernatural #bobby singer #spn crowley #crowley #crobby #the witcher #tw3 #gerlion #geralt #dandelion

[kits-stufff]

I should thank Tumblr for putting another milquetoast "attractive" white dude in such high regards that I have to look at his stupid face every three posts

#yes this is about BG3 #im happy for you guys but you have to see this fucking trend #every other month its another white guy who looks like a crumpled beer can #it was geralt and jaskyer last week #before that was some fucking singer #its the onceler all over again

[0dde11eth]

Geralt: valdo marx is a better singer than you

Jaskier: >:0

Geralt: APRIL FOOLS!

Geralt: jaskier?

Jaskier: >:0🔪🔪🔪

Roach: you fucked up. Better run!

#my nonsense #jaskier #geralt #geraskier #valdo #valdo marx #jaskier vs valdo #jaskier vs roach #roach the horse #petty jaskier #feral jaskier

[thedemonofcat]

In this modern au, Geralt and his family run a Ranch, transforming it into a rehab center that focuses on horse and nature therapy. Their establishment is renowned for its expertise in aiding individuals through these therapeutic practices. One fine day, Geralt receives surprising news that their latest client is none other than the famous musician, Jaskier, who also happens to be Geralt's former boyfriend.

In recent days, the news has been filled with reports of Jaskier's distressing incident, where he was discovered in the bathtub after a suicide attempt involving an overdose. The media's relentless pursuit to exploit this sensitive situation has prompted Jaskier's management team to make a crucial decision. They have chosen the Ranch as the ideal place for Jaskier to embark on his recovery journey away from the prying eyes of the public.

Geralt is utterly taken aback by the news. During their time together as a couple, he had always been aware that Jaskier experienced emotions more intensely than most. Nevertheless, the idea of Jaskier attempting to end his own life was beyond anything Geralt could have imagined.

In the past, when Geralt and Jaskier were a happy couple, life seemed content. However, as Geralt faced the challenging court battle for custody of his daughter Ciri, stress began to overwhelm him. One fateful night, amidst the strain, Geralt lost his temper and lashed out at Jaskier, cruelly expressing how much easier life would be without Jaskier around. Regrettably, the weight of those words became too much for Jaskier to bear, and the following day, he left.

As Jaskier finally arrives at the ranch, Geralt is determined to extend his help and support. However, it becomes evident that Jaskier is reluctant to be there. Unlike the talkative and expressive singer everyone remembers, this version of Jaskier is withdrawn, guarded, and adamantly resists any physical contact.

Despite the difficult history between them, Geralt is earnest in his desire to aid Jaskier through this challenging time. He wrestles with the memories of their past together and wonders how he can be of assistance while also seeking answers to the question of why Jaskier resorted to attempting suicide

In the meantime, Jaskier stubbornly insists that he's only at the ranch because his manager practically forced him to be there, and he has no intention of seeking help. Instead, Jaskier simply yearns for a way to numb his emotions and forget that fateful night in the bar.

#the witcher netflix #joey batey #geralt of rivia #the witcher #jaskier the witcher #henry cavill #the witcher jaskier #geralt x jaskier #geraskier #fic ideas #modern au

[inexplicifics]

Geralt dragged Lambert out to listen to Jaskier sing karaoke, and to Lambert's dismay, the singer after Jaskier is really, really good.

Jaskier, bless and curse him, is an inveterate matchmaker at heart.

#my writing #laiden

[artistsfuneral]

It's Ciri's sixteenth birthday when she asks her Dad for a polaroid camera. Geralt raises an eyebrow at her, the sentence "I'm not a stupid hipster, Daaaad!" engraved in his mind. But it's her birthday, so he can't really say no, can he?

"If you really want one," he says, "then go up to the attic and look through your Mom's highschool boxes. You can have hers."

Ciri's eyes widen in wonder. She doesn't remember much about her parents, most of it comes from stories other people told her. Often being told how much she resembles her mother, Ciri has started to mimic Pavetta - hoping to connect with her in some way.

So,

Ciri spends her morning in the attic. Sitting on the floor and carefully going through some of the boxes that are labeled "Pavetta - senior year". There's a lot of memories hidden in cardboard treasure chests and she takes her time to enjoy a bit of her Mom's life.

She finds the camera. It's a charming old thing, safely put away in a brightly colored shoulder bag that is adorned with stickers and pins and doodles. It's well loved.

She plays around with it for a bit and to her joy it still works. Then she notices the side pocket on the bag where a little stack of photos must've gone unnoticed. Ciri carefully pulls the pictures out and her heart flutters with excitement as she sees her Mom wildly grinning at her, Ciri's father Duny, standing in the background, talking to somebody.

Flipping through the photos she gets a great inside of what her Mom's highschool time must've been like. The best thing about the find, though, are the pictures Pavetta took of Geralt. She knows Pavetta, Geralt and two other friends were a band in highschool, but getting to see it is a whole new experience. To her surprise, her Dad looks kind of cool behind a set of drums.

And then she sees it. Her eyes grow huge and in disbelief she pulls the photo closer to her head. It's a band picture. Her Mom, her father, her Dad, another girl and an awfully familiar face grin back at her.

Ciri does what every teenager would have done. She pulls out her phone and takes a picture of the polaroid, posts it online with the caption

"so apparently my Mom was in a band with leadsinger (at)JaskiertheBard"

Her post goes viral over night. A few days later her favorite singer and songwriter has sent her a chat request.

Ciri accepts.

part 1?

(read full fic here)

#the witcher #artistsfuneral about the witcher #geraskier #witcher #geralt #geralt of rivia #jaskier #ciri #cirilla fiona elen riannon #modern au #band au

[kingthunder]

Analysis of Jaskier's songs from s1—

—and how they reflect the narrative events and Jaskier's character arc through the show. I'm trying to keep this as canon as possible and not look at it through shipping goggles, but there is textual stuff about Jaskier's relationship with and love for Geralt that's impossible to ignore.

Toss a Coin to Your Witcher: Jaskier’s first big break, the famous and famously annoying Toss a Coin. He wrote this when he was around eighteen and it definitely feels immature. He’s cracking bad jokes like “elf on a shelf” (god I hate that one, it grates me every time) and substituting “bleat” for “beat.” He’s taking enormous creative liberties with facts. And he’s being a little thoughtless; in his enthusiasm to hero-wash Geralt, he’s throwing elves under the bus, calling them devils and pests while he’s talking about Geralt as a friend to “humanity.” (more about this when we get into some of his later songs and his time as the Sandpiper)

This is an upbeat, catchy (and kind of shallow) song that I mentally classify as one of his “narrative” songs. It tells a story. It feels optimistic, much like Jaskier himself at this point in his life. After all, this is the kid who saw a big scary witcher brooding in a corner and decided that nothing could go wrong by following him around. He’s got a head full of heroics and heartbreak and nothing is going to dissuade him, not even being nearly killed. This song is a perfect time capsule of the beginning of Jaskier’s career and also the beginning of his long-running relationship with Geralt.

The Fishmonger’s Daughter: Jaskier plays this at Calanthe’s court when she orders him to play “a jig.” It seems like a pretty typical bawdy tavern song, the kind where you try to drum up audience participation. Most of the court seems to know it and sing along with it. No idea if Jaskier wrote this himself. He probably didn’t. It seems like one of those songs that everyone just knows.

Her Sweet Kiss: This song makes me feel deranged. This is definitely a Jaskier original. We see him writing and noodling with it at the beginning of The Mountain (tm) and asking other people if his lyrics are scanning well. He’s been traveling with Geralt on and off for about twenty years now, so he’s forty years old or close to it. He’s seen some shit, and part of the shit he’s seen has been Geralt and Yennefer’s relationship. He is not a fan. He is so deeply not a fan that he’s writing a whole song about it. But also? He’s putting himself in the song too, and he’s putting his heart on his sleeve, the same way that he tries to do when he talks to Geralt about going to the coast. The lyrics of this song are about three people—a man (Geralt), a woman (Yennefer), and the singer (Jaskier). It’s about how the woman is bad for the man, and how much the singer loves the man.

Whether you see Jaskier’s feelings for Geralt as romantic or not, these are the facts:

He doesn’t like Yennefer or think that she’s good for Geralt, and says so, repeatedly, both in casual conversation and in his music. In the song, he writes, “She’s always bad news, it’s always lose-lose” and that, “She’ll destroy with her sweet kiss.” 

In the song, Jaskier calls Geralt “my love” and says, “I’m weak, my love, and I am wanting.”

He asks Geralt to go to the coast with him, so they can “work out what pleases” them. He wants them to stay together and not go their separate ways like they often do.

Immediately after this plea, Geralt goes straight to Yennefer and (just in case anyone was doubting that Her Sweet Kiss was about the three of them) Geralt and Yennefer fuck while an instrumental version of Her Sweet Kiss plays over the sex. I still can’t believe the showrunners did that. That was A Damn Choice. (deranged, I am deranged about everything about this)

The kicker is that the song wasn’t even finished when Geralt flipped his lid and shouted Jaskier off The Mountain (tm) and out of his life. Which means that Jaskier, alone and heartbroken (his own words from s2), finished this song and published it afterwards, even knowing that the entire situation had gone tits up and that he might not even see Geralt or Yennefer again. Maybe it gave him some catharsis to sing it, who knows.

This isn’t a shallow catchy tune like Toss a Coin or even Fishmonger’s Daughter. It’s deeply personal and a tonal shift from his previous music.

(and it makes me deranged)

Stay tuned for my season 2 thoughts!

#witcher #jaskier #jaskier meta #julian alfred pankratz #toss a coin to your witcher #the fishmonger's daughter #her sweet kiss #come for the music stay for the author losing their shit over every single choice the showrunners made about her sweet kiss #song analysis series #geralt #yennefer #witcher meta #jaskier's songs

[fangirleaconmigo]

Looking forward to the “Gerald plays it cool but secretly loves Jaskier’s singing” I can’t believe it’s not Fanon. That’s my favorite trope! :D Also who wouldn’t think Jaskier sounds amazing based on his Netflix voice at least!

Ask and ye shall receive!

I Can’t Believe it’s Not Fanon

Facts that sound like Geraskier fic writers made them up, but are in fact, book canon.

Geralt plays it cool, but he secretly thinks Jaskier has a beautiful voice.

We know Dandelion is famous and renowned. But singers aren’t always necessarily famous because they have the most beautiful voices. They can have decent voices and just be good entertainers, very attractive, have catchy songs, etc. But we actually know that Dandelion’s voice is enchanting. In fact, it is so beautiful, it has saved his life multiple times.

One time, it soothes a werewolf.

Right before dawn, while it was still dark, a hungry, vicious werewolf crept up to their camp, but saw that it was Dandelion, so he listened for a moment, then went on his way.

The Sword of Destiny pg 246

Another time, it keeps the dryads from killing him. The dryads, who kill any man on sight without mercy, spare his life because as soon as he is in arrow shot, he sits down and sings. Instead of killing him, a group of dryads emerge and listen to him sing. Then they demand that he sing more.

Geralt however, won’t openly express admiration of his voice. When he finds Dandelion serenading the dryads he says:

“Dandelion.”

“Geralt!”

“Yes, it’s me. You can stop that racket now.”

But later, we see that he knows which ballads are Dandelion’s and which belong to other people. So we know he pays attention.

“The concert you gave was clearly to their liking. Now you’re ard táedh, “the great bard.” They’re waiting for the next part of ‘The Flower of Ettariel’. Do you know the rest? It’s not your ballad, after all.”

Time of Contempt, p210-212

In Season of Storms, Geralt also stubbornly refuses to express admiration for Dandelion’s voice. It’s a hilarious passage.

“You know, you've never congratulated me on my ballads," Dandelion suddenly spoke up. "I've composed and sung so many of them in your company. But you've never said: That was nice, I'd like you to play that again. You've never said that."

"You're right I haven't. Do you want to know why?"

"Yes."

"Because I've never wanted to"

"Would it be such a sacrifice?" asked the bard, not giving up. "Such a hardship? To say: Play that again, Dandelion. Play As Time Passes."

“Play it again, Dandelion. Play As Time Passes."

"You said that quite without conviction."

"So what? You'll play it anyway."

"You'd better believe it."

--Season of Storms, pg 351

However, despite Geralt’s protests (honestly he probably just thinks that Dandelion has a big enough ego already lol), the narrator tells on him.

In Sword of Destiny, Geralt is listening to Dandelion and Essi sing and the narrator tells us how he really feels.

"Geralt lay on a makeshift bed of spruce branches with his hands under his head and thought he had never heard such beautiful voices or such beautiful ballads.

--Sword of Destiny, pg 245

So there you have it. Canon confirmation that Geralt thinks Dandelion has one of the most beautiful voices he has ever heard.

And I like to think that Dandelion’s music is one way he makes Geralt’s life that much better.

In stories set in medieval times with no tv, movies, or recorded music, storytellers and troubadours are luxuries.

So Dandelion is a luxury that Geralt can afford because Dandelion just needs some love and the odd adventure, and Geralt has plenty of both of those things.

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #i can’t believe it’s not fanon #canon or fanon

[wren-of-the-woods]

Geralt pulls over to help a man whose car has broken down and finds that he has accidentally rescued his daughter's favorite musician. A few days later, Ciri gets a wonderful birthday surprise.

Geraskier, 5k. Also on AO3!

Geralt was, as usual, thinking about Ciri.

There was not much else to do as he drove down the highway; the trip to pick his daughter up from her friend's house was long and dull. At the moment, Geralt had an excellent reason to think about Ciri even more than he usually did. Her birthday approaching at a terrifyingly fast pace. It was the first birthday she would have as Geralt's adopted daughter, and he desperately wanted it to be as happy as possible.

Ciri had already lost so much in her short almost-fourteen years of life. Geralt knew she loved him, but he couldn't help but feel that he was not doing enough for her. He did not know if he could ever be an adequate parent for a such bright and lively young girl. He knew, though, that he would do almost anything to make her happy. The realization thrilled him as much as it terrified him.

Ciri often spoke with fond longing of the extravagant birthday celebrations her grandmother had thrown for her, so Geralt wanted her to experience joy like that again. He had to figure out how to give her the best birthday he could.

Geralt thought the best way to achieve this would be to ask what his daughter wanted. Unfortunately, it seemed that his question had been far too open-ended.

“What do you want to do for your birthday?” he had asked.

“Can it be anything?” she said, eyes widening in that way Geralt could never resist.

“Anything.”

“I want to meet Dandelion!” she said with a grin. Geralt suppressed a groan.

Dandelion was her favorite musician. She listened to him constantly, while doing everything from reading to homework to drawing to staring out the window. She asked to play his songs nearly every time she was in the car with Geralt. Hardly a day went by without one of his songs getting stuck in Geralt’s head.

Geralt would go to the ends of the earth for his daughter, but he didn’t think any amount of dedication could get Ciri a private meeting with a quickly-rising pop star.

He tried his very best but had no luck. All of Dandelion’s concert cost so much more than Geralt could afford that it was ridiculous to even contemplate going, in addition to at least being several days’ drive away. Geralt went as far as finding Dandelion’s manager’s Twitter account in the hopes he could somehow ask for the singer to call her briefly, but nothing looked promising. None of Dandleion’s PR team seemed like they would respond to a message from a single father who couldn’t pay them. After a long evening’s research, he was forced to give up the idea.

So now Geralt was here, whiling away the long drive to pick Ciri up from her friend’s house by trying to think of anything he could do for her birthday that might live up to both her hopes and his ideals of parenthood. He was so distracted, in fact, that he nearly didn’t notice the man waving his arms on the side of the road.

The man was standing beside a car that was pulled over. His colorful, once-neat outfit was thoroughly disheveled, and he looked desperate as he shouted something Geralt couldn’t hear.

Geralt slowed, pulled over, and rolled down his window. “What’s wrong?”

“Thank you so much,” the man said the moment Geralt’s window opened. “Nobody else would stop for me. I just fought with my best friend and my phone is dead and my car broke down and I’m running late to an important appointment and I would really, really appreciate it if you could give me a lift? It can just be to the next town, or maybe until my phone is charged if you have something I can use?”

Geralt thought about refusing. It was probably unwise to let a total stranger into his car, and he was already almost late to pick Ciri up. On the other hand, the man looked so desperate and sad and earnest that it seemed cruel to even think about turning him away.

After so many months of raising a thirteen-year-old girl, Geralt should have been immune to the power of enormous, pleading eyes. He was not.

He opened his car door. “Get in.”

The stranger blinked. “Wait, really?”

Geralt huffed. “Do you want me to change my mind?”

“Please don’t!” The man darted back to his own car for a moment to grab a backpack and presumably dead phone from the passengers’ seat.

“Don’t worry,” said Geralt, somewhat amused at the way the colorful man nearly tripped over himself in his haste to get his things. He clambered in next to Geralt and pulled the door shut quickly, as though afraid Geralt might actually change his mind and throw him bodily out of the car.

“Thank you so, so much,” gushed Geralt’s new companion. “I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t stopped. This means the world.”

Geralt grunted. The praise made him feel strangely uncomfortable. “It’s fine.”

He pulled back onto the highway and continued driving.  

“What’s your name, by the way?” said his passenger. “It’s fine if you’d rather I didn’t know. I understand. I’m just curious about the man who completely saved my day, is all.”

Geralt frowned a little. The man’s voice sounded oddly familiar when he spoke like this. He was sure he’d never seen his face before, though, so Geralt put the thought out of his mind.

“Geralt,” he said after a moment, answering the question.

“Ah, perfect! A wonderfully heroic name for my wonderful hero.” The man was grinning now, looking frankly too happy for someone who was recently stranded on the side of the road. “I’m Jaskier!”

Geralt grunted, unable to figure out how to respond, grunted. He didn’t think he’d ever received so many compliments per minute in his life.

“Where were you going?” he asked, trying to change the subject.

The man — Jaskier — replied with the name of a town. Geralt frowned. Taking Jaskier there would add half an hour to Geralt’s drive, but based on the state Jaskier had managed to end up in earlier, Geralt had a feeling he might somehow get himself killed on the way if Geralt simply left him at a bus station. He sighed. He didn’t particularly want murder on his conscience, nor did he want to worry about this strange man any more than he had to.

"I'll drop you off there," he said before he could change his mind.

Jaskier's grin widened. He looked genuinely delighted. "Oh my god, you really are a superhero in disguise, aren't you?"

"No,” said Geralt, feeling oddly defensive. “Just a decent human being."

"Tell that to all the people who drove right past me without stopping," said Jaskier. "I was there for nearly half an hour."

Geralt didn't know what to say to that. True to form, he therefore said nothing.

“I should call a tow truck for you,” he said after a moment.

“Oh, yes. That would probably be wise.”

Eventually, Geralt arranged everything so that Jaskier’s car would be repaired. He sighed in relief. The two of them sat in silence for a few moments before Jaskier cleared his throat and spoke up.

“So, what is a handsome fellow like you doing out here?”

Geralt held back a sigh. He hated small talk. He couldn’t bring himself to ignore Jaskier after the day he must have had, though, so he forced himself to answer the question.

"I'm going to pick up my daughter. She's at a friend's house."

“Oh god, you have a daughter? I was just thinking you couldn’t get any more perfect. It seems I was wrong. How old is she?”

Geralt was suddenly grateful that he was driving and had an excuse not to meet Jaskier’s eyes. Such enthusiastic praise made him feel wrong-footed.

“Almost fourteen,” he grunted, ignoring the rest of Jaskier’s words.

“Oh, a teenager! What fun. I hope she’s more well-behaved than I was at that age,” Jaskier said with a laugh.

“She’s much better than I was,” said Geralt. He couldn’t help but sound fond; Ciri was the brightest part of his life, after all. “I’m very lucky to have her.���

“I’m sure she thinks the same,” said Jaskier. “You seem like an excellent father.”

“Hmm. Thank you.” Geralt winced internally at his own awkwardness. Why did one person being nice to him throw him so off-balance?

Jaskier seemed to notice something of Geralt’s discomfort, because the car descended into slightly awkward, silence for the next several minutes. Geralt kept his eyes on the road, trying to recenter himself after this whole exchange.

Once again, Jaskier spoke first.

“You’re doing me a huge favor, you know,” he said earnestly. “Let me repay you for this.”

“That won’t be necessary.”

“I insist.”

“No.”

“You just took hours out of your day to help some random stranger you found on the side of the road. The least I can do is give you something in return.”

“I don’t want your money. What else could you give me?”

“I’ll think of something.”

Silence fell again.  Jaskier leaned back against the headrest and closed his eyes with a small sigh. When Geralt glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, he looked so tired and worn all of a sudden that Geralt felt a little ache in his chest. He spoke before he had time to think it through.

“You fought with a friend?”

Jaskier’s eyes opened.

“Yeah,” he said, and Geralt discovered that he did not like hearing sadness in this man’s voice.

“Do you… want to talk about it?” Geralt held back a grimace at his own awkwardness.

Jaskier sighed again. For a moment, Geralt thought he was going to ignore the question, but Jaskier took a deep breath and started to speak.

“I thought we were good,” he murmured. “I thought we were close. I thought we would be friends forever. Then he stopped returning my calls unless I happened to try the exact right time, and before I knew it I hadn’t seen him in person for months. I know he’s busy with his own projects, but he could have at least tried to find time for me. I did it for him.” He huffed in frustration. “So I went to his place to try to talk to him, but he didn’t like me showing up with no warning even though he used to do that to me all the time. He yelled at me. Said some things I don’t know if I can forget.”

Geralt, once again, had no idea what to say. He hoped his silence did not feel insulting. Jaskier didn’t seem to mind.

“I hate this,” Jaskier continued. “I put so much effort into that relationship, and he blew me off like it was nothing. I was still trying to collaborate with him. I have projects that I need to figure out how to do without him now. I tried so hard and it didn’t work. I don’t know why. I don’t know what I did.”

Geralt was very out of his depth. He hummed, hoping it at least sounded sympathetic. Jaskier closed his eyes again.

“I feel so small, sometimes. Like nothing I do will ever matter. The world is big and cruel and I’m so insignificant. All I want to do is make someone happy. Is that too much to ask?” Jaskier’s voice was hardly more than a whisper by the end. Then he seemed to realize what he’d said and he blushed. “But you don’t want to hear a stranger ramble about all his problems. I’ll be quiet now. Better stay out of sight.” He chuckled humorlessly, turning to look out the window.

Something the way Jaskier said those last words snagged Geralt’s memory. Better stay out of sight. Geralt recognized the phrase.

He had heard Ciri hum it while she helped him wash the dishes. He’d heard her shouting it from her bedroom, singing so loud that Geralt could hear perfectly well from across the house. He’d heard it played in the car when Ciri asked to listen to her favorite band, sung by a strong voice full of feeling.

No wonder Jaskier sounded familiar.

“You’re Dandelion,” he said. “The singer.”

Jaskier drew in a surprised breath. “Yes, I am. That’s my stage name.”

“Oh, thank fuck,” said Geralt without thinking, caught off guard by the sudden swell of hope rising in his chest.

Jaskier blinked. “What?”

“I think I know a way you can repay me.”

“That was an ominously sudden change of opinion.”

“Come visit my daughter.”

Whatever Jaskeir had been about to say vanished abruptly. He looked at Geralt with wide eyes.

“She’s… a fan of yours,” said Geralt. “She asked to see you. For her birthday. But I can’t afford to take her to a show, so I told her it wouldn’t work. Didn’t think I’d end up rescuing you off the side of the road.”

“Oh! Really? That’s adorable! Of course I’ll come to visit your daughter! I’m always glad to meet a fan.” Jaskier sounded genuinely delighted.

A small smile spread unbidden across Geralt’s face. “Thank you. She’ll be thrilled.”

"Of course! When do you want to meet? I'll have to check my schedule and such but I'm sure I can make time for such a sweet request."

Geralt paused. He could, in theory, suggest bringing Jaskier with him to meet Ciri now, but Jaskier said he had somewhere important to be and Geralt didn't want to make him any later than he already was. Besides, waiting would give him time to warn Ciri ahead of time. That way, she would have time to plan what she wanted to say.

"How about next week?” Ciri’s birthday was in two weeks. Scheduling their meeting for a week before would give Geralt room to plan if anything went wrong.

“Next week is good!” said Jaskier, and that was that.

They arrived at Jaskier’s destination not long afterward, and Jaskier left after a quick exchange of contact information and a promise to text Geralt soon with scheduling details.

Geralt passed the remaining forty-five minutes of the drive feeling happier than he had in days.

~~~

“Really?” Ciri squealed. The volume and pitch that she managed to achieve was, quite frankly, a show of impressive vocal talent.

“Yeah,” said Geralt, grinning at her. “You get to meet Dandelion.”

“I can’t believe this. You found Dandelion on the side of the road? That’s insane!”

“It was very lucky.”

“That’s the understatement of the century.”

Ciri was grinning so hard that Geralt wondered if it was making her cheeks hurt. Her joy was the most beautiful thing he’d seen in months.

“I’m glad you’re excited,” he said genuinely. Ciri tackled him in a hug.

After some texting back and forth with Jaskier (it made Ciri incredibly excited to discover that Geralt had Jaskier’s contact information), the time was set for the coming Saturday. All that remained was to wait.

~~~

“Geralt! Hello!” said Jaskier as soon as Geralt opened the door. He looked almost nervous, rubbing his thumb against his fingers as he shifted his weight on Geralt’s doorstep.

“Come in,” said Geralt, stepping aside to let the musician enter the house. “Thank you again for doing this.”

“You’re more than welcome!” said Jaskier, looking around Geralt’s house curiously. Geralt did his best not to feel embarrassed. He and Ciri worked hard this morning to make the place look presentable (“It has to be perfect, Dad!”) but nothing they did could hide the fact that the place was small, the furniture was rather mismatched, and the shelves were cluttered in an attempt to fit all their belongings into what space there was.

“So, where is the lovely person I’ve come to meet?” asked Jaskier, shaking Geralt out of his thoughts.

“In her room,” said Geralt. “I’ll go get her.”

Geralt fetched Ciri, watched fondly as she jumped up and down a little in nervous excitement, and accompanied her back to their living room. Jaskier visibly perked up at the sight of her.

“Hello, darling!” he said, bounding forward and holding a hand out for her to shake. “You must be Cirilla.”

“Ciri,” she said shyly, taking the offered hand and shaking it.

“Ciri,” Jaskier repeated, looking for all the world like he was trying to commit it to memory. “It’s a beautiful name!”

Ciri’s small smile grew wider. “Thank you!”

“I’ll leave you two alone,” said Geralt with a small smile. He and Ciri had planned this out beforehand — Geralt would wait in the kitchen while they spoke, letting her and Jaskier have privacy while still being able to hear most of the conversation and come back if necessary. “Would anyone like tea or coffee?”

Jaskier declined, but Ciri requested tea, so Geralt went to prepare it.

For a moment, the other room was silent. Then Jaskier spoke up.

“So, I’m told you’ve heard my caterwauling?”

“I love your music. I listen to it all the time.”

“Thank you so much! I’m honored,” said Jaskier. Geralt could hear his grin even without being able to see his face.

“I wanted to thank you, actually,” said Ciri nervously. Geralt listened closer from the other room, prepared to intervene if necessary. Ciri had been wanting to say this to Jaskier ever since she learned she would get to meet him, and if something went wrong there was potential for an emotional disaster.

“Oh? What for?” said Jaskier.

Ciri took a deep breath. “So, um, my grandmother died a little over a year ago. She raised me. It’s been a rough year. Geralt adopted me, and he’s great! I love him, and he loves me, and I’m really glad I get to have him in my life but things have still been hard. I found your music about a month after my grandmother died and it’s helped me a lot. There’s so much life and hope to it, you know? Even when I was having a really bad day, I could listen to it and feel like maybe things might get better. There are so many bad things in the world, but there is also some good, and you helped me remember that. So. That’s why I wanted to meet you. To say thank you for everything.” She shifted awkwardly. “Um. Sorry if that was weird. You don’t know me and that might have been a lot to dump on a stranger.”

“Ciri, darling,” said Jaskier in a voice that sounded choked with emotion. “May I hug you?”

Geralt peeked into the room just in time to see Ciri nod and Jaskier envelop her in a crushing embrace. Ciri made a startled sound before hugging him back. She was hesitant at first, but her confidence grew quickly. Geralt smiled. Ciri gave good hugs.

“That was… possibly the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” Jaskiersaid quietly without breaking the embrace. “I’m so glad I could make a difference in your life. I always hope I might, but I’m never sure I manage. It means the world for you to tell me that. Thank you.” He let out a shaky breath. “And I’m truly sorry for your loss. I can’t imagine how you must feel.”

“Thank you,” said Ciri. “It’s… better, now. Time helps. Geralt helps, too.”

“I get the feeling that he’s a wonderful father,” said Jaskier with a smile.

“He really is,” said Ciri, her voice filled with what sounded like pride. Geralt was suddenly glad that no one could see him, because he was sure that whatever expression he was making was unbearably sappy.

Jaskier and Ciri moved on to talking about less serious matters, making jokes and small talk and discussing Jaskier’s music. Geralt delivered tea to Ciri and settled in the kitchen with a book, only half-listening to them now that the most emotionally difficult moments had passed.

After an hour, Jaskier reluctantly informed them that he had to leave. Ciri was disappointed, of course, but handled it gracefully. Geralt watched her say her goodbyes and walked Jaskier to the door.

“You must be proud to have such a wonderful daughter,” Jaskier said to Geralt as he stepped outside, turning back to smile at him.

Geralt smiled. “I am. Always.”

“Good. It was wonderful to meet her,” said Jaskier. “Would you tell her that? I said so earlier, but I’m not sure if she believed me.”

“I will,” said Geralt. He wondered if Jaskier knew that he was digging further into Geralt’s heart with every kindness he showed Ciri. “Thank you.”

“I’m the one who should be thanking you,” said Jaskier with a smile. “I had an excellent time.”

“I’m glad,” said Geralt. They stood in companionable silence for a moment.

“I should probably get going before someone starts calling me,” said Jaskier with a sigh. “Thank you again for inviting me over.”

“Thank you for coming,” Geralt said. “Ciri and I appreciate it.”

Jaskier grinned. “You’re very welcome, dear heart.”

Then, with a wave and a shouted farewell, he was gone.

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Geralt thought that was the last he would see of Jaskier.

For the next several weeks, the only contact he had with Jaskier was through Ciri playing his music. Geralt found himself oddly disappointed by the idea of not seeing Jaskier again, but told himself to stop being ridiculous. The fact that he was funny and kind and genuinely good with Ciri didn’t necessarily mean they could have been friends, even if the up-and-coming pop star had decided to keep in touch with a single father of limited means and even more limited social skills.

His attempts at putting Jaskier out of his mind were not as successful as he would have liked. He hoped that if he ignored this, it would go away eventually.

Then, over a month later, Geralt woke up to a text from a very familiar number.

Jaskier: hi geralt! so i know this is kind of out of nowhere, but i wrote a thing that may or may not be inspired by you and ciri and i was wondering if the two of you could listen to it and tell me if you’re all right with me showing it to anyone else and maybe putting it out there for the public? Jaskier: it’s totally fine if not, of course. i can absolutely keep it between the three of us indefinitely. Jaskier: believe it or not, i am actually capable of shutting up about some things Jaskier: though i’m not giving you very good evidence of that with all this rambling Jaskier: i’m just gonna send the files now

The next two messages were audio files. Geralt fumbled for his earbuds and started the first track.

Thirty seconds into the song, Geralt already liked it. It was in Jaskier’s normal pop-adjacent style, upbeat and energetic, but the lyrics were more poetic than was usual. It was about unexpected kindness, he thought, and he could easily see the connection to their acquaintance despite the lack of direct reference. The idea of having played a part in inspiring someone to write a song — Ciri’s favorite musician, no less — made something startlingly warm blossom in his chest.

He paused the music, stood, and went to find Ciri. She would certainly want to hear this.

Many delighted exclamations later, Geralt and Ciri sat side by side in front of the speaker Geralt had plugged into his phone. Geralt went back to the beginning of the first song and let it play, this time watching the expression on Ciri’s face as she listened. Her glee was contagious, and Geralt found himself enjoying the song even more than the first time. The song continued in a similar vein to what Geralt had already heard, complete with a cheery chorus that was certainly going to get stuck in Geralt’s head.

“Oh my god,” Ciri squealed when the song was done. “He really wrote a song about you. Dandelion wrote a song about you!”

“It’s not about me,” Geralt protested. “It’s just indirectly inspired by something I did.”

Ciri ignored him. “Can we listen to the next one?”

Geralt wordlessly pulled up the next file and pressed play, smiling at the excited noise Ciri made.

Immediately, Geralt could tell this one was different. It started with strumming on a lone guitar, and Jaskier’s voice was tender and full of emotion when he started to sing. The lyrics, as far as Geralt could make out, told of grief. It was unclear who or what the singer had lost, but the sadness in Jaskier’s voice made whatever it was feel all too real. Ciri’s eyes widened in shock, and Geralt had a feeling that his own expression was similar. This was definitely not what he had expected.

The chorus of the song started, and suddenly Geralt could think of nothing but the music. Other instruments joined the guitar as the tone of the song shifted. Jaskier began to sing of hope.

He sang of starlight shining through clouds on dark nights, of flowers growing through cracks in concrete, of song staving off the silence of hopeless midnight. Jaskier’s voice was filled with emotion, with light and dark and fear and hope.

By the time the song was over, Ciri’s cheeks were stained with tears

“That was beautiful,” she whispered. Geralt couldn’t help but agree.

“He wrote a song for you,” Geralt said in disbelief. “After your conversation when he came over, he wrote a song for you.”

“Fuck,” said Ciri emphatically. Geralt couldn’t find it in himself to chastise her for the language.

Geralt was grateful that this had happened on a Saturday. He and Ciri might need all day to process.

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Geralt did not respond to Jaskier until much later that day, after he and Ciri had time to discuss their thoughts on Jaskier’s question. It wasn’t until after dinner that night that Geralt finally felt ready. He settled in on the sofa with Ciri sitting next to him, gathered his courage, and sent a response before he had time to overthink it.

Geralt: They’re beautiful. Geralt: You made Ciri cry, but she says it was in a good way. Geralt: She also says I shouldn’t have said that, because now you might worry about having made her cry. Geralt: She says not to worry. Geralt: She says thank you. She loved them. Geralt: I liked them too. Thank you. Geralt: You can do what you want with them, as long as there’s no personal information shared about Ciri or me.

Jaskier responded within five minutes of Geralt’s last message.

Jaskier: i’d apologize for having made your daughter cry, but i get the feeling she wouldn’t appreciate that Jaskier: i hope she’s all right, though?

Geralt: She will be. It was just more emotional than we expected.

Jaskier: ah. mission accomplished, maybe?

Geralt: Yes.

Jaskier: thank you for your permission!! I’ll keep you up to date on what’s going on, of course. and yes, definitely no personal information will be shared! Jaskier: by the way, have i thanked you yet? i was having a terrible week plus songwriters’ block and you and ciri were absolute lifesavers. Jaskier: you made me remember why I started doing this in the first place.

Geralt: I’m glad. You made our week better, too. Thank you.

Jaskier: you’re very welcome!

Thinking the conversation over, Ciri grinned up at Geralt.

“That went well!” she said.

“Yes. Do you think you can get ready for bed now?” asked Geralt.

Ciri sighed. “Fine.”

She stood and left the room, and so, fortunately for Geralt, missed the ridiculous expression on his face when he glanced at his phone to see another message waiting for him from Jaskier.

Jaskier: oh, and before i chicken out, i have something i want to ask you

Geralt was undeniably curious.

Geralt: What is it?

Jaskier: do you want to meet for dinner sometime?

Geralt drew in a surprised breath. That was unexpected.

Geralt: To talk about the songs?

Jaskier: yeah

The three dots that indicated whether Jaskier was typing appeared, disappeared, then reappeared again. Geralt was about to stop waiting and come up with his own response when, finally, another message appeared.

Jaskier: and maybe more, if you want?

Geralt’s heart stuttered a little. He sent back a reply before he could second-guess himself, nerves afire.

Geralt: Like what?

Jaskier: whatever you want Jaskier: i’d like to get to know you better if that’s all right Jaskier: i know we haven’t talked for very long but i really like you Jaskier: and ciri. she’s an absolute darling, obviously Jaskier: and so are you Jaskier: obviously Jaskier: feel free to tell me to shut up. i ramble a lot.

Geralt looked at his phone with wide eyes. Was Jaskier — his daughter’s favorite musician, and possibly the kindest and happiest man of his recent acquaintance — really interested in talking to him again? It seemed too good to be true.

Geralt: I don’t mind.

Jaskier: oh, good. Jaskier: the rambling, or the dinner?

Geralt: Both. Geralt: Neither Geralt: I mean, you’re good.

Jaskier: great!! Jaskier: maybe sometime next week?

Geralt: Okay. Geralt: My place?

Geralt knew he would feel more confident on his home turf.

Geralt: You haven’t met my dog yet.

Jaskier: aslkdjfalsdfj YOU HAVE A DOG?? Jaskier: I MUST SEE THIS Jaskier: WHY DIDN’T I KNOW ABOUT THIS

Geralt: My brother was taking her for a walk last time you were over. We didn’t want her to get in the way.

Jaskier: YOU HAVE A BROTHER?!? Jaskier: that does it. i most certainly must visit and meet your dog. Jaskier: the brother is optional but embarrassing stories are more than welcome Jaskier: sound good?

Geralt chuckled quietly at his phone screen, somehow unable to stop smiling.

Geralt: Sounds good.

They settled on a time and date. Geralt felt warm. Their acquaintance was no longer so temporary — they were, perhaps, friends. Perhaps, if they were lucky, they could become even more.

The thought made Geralt frown a little. What did Jaskier want from this? Would it be worth asking for clarification? It would likely be best to clear up any potential misunderstandings now things went very far.

Geralt hummed nervously to himself before gathering his courage and sending his next question.

Geralt: By the way, is this a date?

For a moment, there was no response. The dots indicating that Jaskier was typing appeared and stayed there for a very, very long moment.

Jaskier: It can be whatever you want it to be.

Geralt stared at the message for a moment. Jaskier was using proper punctuation and capitalization, for once. It seemed he was serious.

Geralt: First dates don’t usually involve someone’s daughter

Jaskier: eh, “usually” is boring anyway Jaskier: Unless her presence would make you or her uncomfortable, of course

Geralt thought for a few moments, then made up his mind.

Geralt: I think it’s fine. She’ll be more than happy to see you again.

Jaskier: so… it’s a date?

Geralt: Yes.

Jaskier: excellent!! see you then! <3

Geralt stared at the little heart on the screen for a moment with a silly little smile on his face. He was going to see Jaskier again. Jaskier wanted to see him again.

Geralt found himself humming as he went to find Ciri and tell her the good news. After a few moments, he realized that he was humming one of Jaskier’s new songs. His smile widened.

Perhaps that Ciri would not be the only one getting a gift next week.

#geraskier #geralt #jaskier #ciri #the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #modern au #geralt x jaskier #i should make a writing tag shouldn't i? #wren writes #there we go

[ladyannemarie5]

Geraskier Mamma Mia!AU

I started reading a wonderful fic on ao3 with the Mamma Mia theme titled "It's a Game We Play" by BambiRex (Geraskier/ Yennskier/ Radskier) and remembered I had a similar idea in my drafts with Jaskier, Geralt, Eskel and Lambert, so here it is.

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Geralt, Eskel and Lambert live and run Kaer Morhen in the mountains, a residence for retired soldiers or those who simply can't find a home. The three brothers have been in charge of the place since Vesemir retired a few years ago and with them, the place has blossomed to welcome their brothers in arms in a calm and relaxed atmosphere. 

Ciri, Geralt's adopted daughter is a lovely teenager whose love and devotion lies with her father, uncles, aunts, grandfather and of course, her favorite singer: Jaskier. 

Ever since Ciri met Jaskier when she was in elementary school, her love and obsession for the singer grew more and more each day to the discomfort of her father and uncles. 

Every year without fail, Ciri hogs the TV room to watch the entire award season wherever Jaskier goes and that year is no exception. 

For some strange reason, Eskel, Lambert and Geralt always accompany Ciri to watch the awards. Their reason, they say, is to make sure the girl doesn't see anything inappropriate on TV. The teenager doesn't complain because she loves telling people about Jaskier and the meaning of his songs. 

Jaskier wins the Grammy for Album of the Year for the third year in a row to the delight of everyone present, and his speech changes everyone's life in Kaer Morhen. 

Jaskier gives the usual thanks to his friends, collaborators and others, and then thanks that wonderful summer love affair he experienced 10 years ago that was the complete inspiration for his winning album. He wishes the best to that man and says in a worldwide live broadcast that sometimes he still thinks about him. 

Ciri, social networks and media go crazy. Geralt, Eskel and Lambert too. 

And of course, Lambert opens his mouth to say that he can't believe Buttercup still thinks about him. The mouths of those present open wide and Ciri starts a whole barrage of questions. Lambert confesses and brags that he met Jaskier one summer 10 years ago and they spent a whole wonderful week together. But it doesn't end there, Eskel jumps in to say that if anyone inspired his Lark to write a Grammy winning album it's him, because apparently Eskel also spent a wonderful summer week by the singer's side. Last but not least, Geralt speaks for the first time since they sat down and confesses that he too spent a week with his Bard 10 years ago. 

From there begins a friendly fight of who is the winning muse of the great singer Jaskier, everyone starts analyzing lyric by lyric claiming that they are inspired by one of them. Everything is a joke (let's not talk that the 3 morons remember to perfection every moment lived with Jaskier and that sometimes they stay awake until the wee hours of the morning trying to remember more), until Jaskier, the great singer, arrives to Kaer Morhen. 

Ciri, fed up with their bickering and excited to be able to reconnect any of the fools with her favorite singer, contacts Jaskier to let him know that he is more than welcome to Kaer Morhen for more inspiration. 

Of course, a series of events begins where Jaskier plays with his wolves to keep them from guessing who has been the biggest muse in his life and which songs are for whom. 

Spoiler: In my mind and heart, Geralt is the obvious winner. 

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As always, let me know what you guys think, if you want to add anything, if you don't like it, etc.

Also if you want to take the idea and write it, go ahead. Just remember to tell me so I can read it. The songs I imagine are entirely Taylor Swift songs, but if you have suggestions and for whom, feel free to let me know.

#Jaskier is taylor swift in my mind #guess the songs #jaskier #kaer morons #cirilla fiona ellen riannon #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #eskel #eskel x jaskier #lambert #lambert x jaskier #fanfiction ideas #fanfic #ao3fic

[wannastayugly]

Second and final part of this thing I wrote about the Storyteller showing itself to Jaskier as Geralt. TW for hurt character, but they're fine! Thank you very much for such a positive feedback! I'm very insecure about my writing, but I really love putting these little stories in the world and knowing you're enjoying them makes everything better!

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Jaskier sits on the stool letting out a low groan of pain. He holds his chemise over his lap with both hands and keeps his eyes there, missing the warmth of it as a cold breeze invades the room and touches his exposed injured back.

It's been two months since Jaskier met the Storyteller. Two months of new poetry and ballads he has still not sang to anyone and which are fated to remain only as a collection of words in his notebook, ready to feed the fire.

"Jaskier?" Geralt's voice fills his ears with kindness, and Jaskier looks up as the witcher walks closer and touches his shoulder. He holds a wet towel and a bowl of salve, but Jaskier's attention goes to the blood stains on his black shirt. "Are you alright?"

Jaskier gives an insincere, almost inaudible positive answer and looks away. He remembers the monster's claws hurting his skin and the terror in Geralt's voice when he called his name. The singer had saved the witcher that morning, decided to give his life for him in his foolisher impulsive act of the season. But, together with the pain, Jaskier found a mad and surprising bit of relief when he realized there, again on a bloody floor, that whatever the Storyteller had meant when comparing him to Éile, his story would never follow the same tragic path, for Jaskier would never, in any reality, have the bravery to be the one killing the man he loved instead of letting himself be killed.

"Jaskier."

"Yes! Yes, I am fine." Geralt doesn't buy it. He slips his hand from Jaskier's shoulder to his neck and gives him an unpleased look. He can tell he has a fever by now, although the touch also leaves his cheeks warmer.

Touch. That's something Geralt only offers him every now and then, and Jaskier appreciates the attention now.

While Geralt starts taking care of his wounds, he thinks about the ballads he composed about the bard and her witcher, and how the simple act of writing those two words together in a song made him feel exposed. Every verse of fear, of desire or sorrow, spoke about his own heart. Forbidden to be heard, those words burn in his chest just like the soft touch of Geralt's calloused fingertips do now; like the wood that burned between them during the cold nights among trees and starry skies.

He closes his eyes, wanting to lean into the touch, clutching the fabric in his hands.

"I read your new songs."

The confession comes to wake him up like a bucket of cold water. His blue eyes go wide, his face is molded in shock and the world stops for a second, almost making him wonder if the Storyteller has frozen time again.

"What"

"Some days ago. Didn't mean to." Geralt continues. There's a bit of guilt and discomfort in his voice this time. Done cleaning Jaskier's wounds, he now applies salve to them, lessen the pain; his fingers now travelling the bard's lower back. Jaskier wishes he could still focus on them. "Witchers don't lose control like that. In case you've ever wondered."

"What- shut up"

"The stabbing bit was concerning, though."

"Shut the fuck up!" For Geralt's surprise, Jaskier's tone rises with rage, and, enduring the sharp pain of his damaged flesh, the bard stands up and finally faces him. Geralt stands still, a perfect portrait of regret. He still holds the bowl, unsure about what he should do with it. Now, it's Jaskier's eyes that burn. "You didn't have the right! You weren't- you-"

For a moment, Jaskier's own screams reminds him of their last major fight.

Caingorn.

He remembers letting out a confession when not even him knew what it was. He remembers Geralt's words stabbing him and pushing him away, and how he wished something would come from the woods and eat him alive while he walked down the mountain alone, feeling like he was leaving shards of his heart behind.

"Jaskier, look at me!"

Jaskier doesn't notice the tears rolling down his chin. Panic has now invaded him, bringing all his worst fears into his mind like a sadistic devil and enjoying his shivers when making him travel between all the reasons why he could now lose the little he had and was grateful for.

Not again, he mourns.

Geralt finally leaves the bowl aside and approaches him, too unsettled for a supposed emotionless man. Although the bard takes a step back, he doesn't want to avoid Geralt's closeness. Never really did.

Don't leave me alone again.

"I'm sorry, bard." Geralt's embrace is loose, careful not to touch him on the wrong spots. Jaskier groans in frustration when he sees himself hiding his face on the pale neck of the man who now caresses his hair.

"I didn't want this", Jaskier murmurs.

"I know."

He punches Geralt's chest softly. His eyes shut. Fear now gives space to shame, although he doesn't know exactly what he is ashamed of. I hate you, he thinks. A silly thing to say. Just like the Storyteller, Geralt has already known his truth for a long time.

"I love the fuck out of you, too."

Saying that, Geralt breaks the embrace to cup his face, presses their foreheads together and smiles. Gets lost in the eyes that stare back at him. A love song in blue and golden shades.

It doesn't take much for their lips to meet in an intense, rushed act. Jaskier digs his nails into the other man's skin and every bite, every touch on his exposed skin after that is like a fever dream.

"I should've done this a long time ago" the witcher would whisper breathless into his ear after a while; his hand slipping into Jaskier's now unbuttoned trousers, "right in the first time I heard your heartbeat run. Right in the first time the temperature of your body rose and you smelled like this."

That day, having Geralt with, on, in him; being allowed to taste his sweat, smiling against his lips, feeling his scars under his fingers and laughing of his concerned expressions when he'd touch the wrong places, Jaskier found himself alive for the first time in a long while. And in Geralt's arms, he contemplated in awe his own story, the most fascinating poem he had ever written.

#geraskier #jaskier the bard #geralt of rivia #fic

[poledancingdinos]

Soundtrack of Debauchery - Part 1

Pairing: Young!Syverson X OFC (Jessie) & Young!Syverson X OFC (Jessie) X Mike (Hellraiser)

Word Count: 10 459 words

Warnings: SMUT, Accidental Plot, Alcohol, Accidental Drug Use, Oral Sex (M and F receiving), Hand Job, Vaginal Fingering, Masturbation, Vaginal Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Slight Exhibitionism, Slight Voyeurism, Threesome (F/M/M)

Taglist: @raccoon-eyed-rebel @amberangel112 @utterlyhopeful-fics @marantha​ @kebabgirl67 @littleone65 @omgkatinka @luclittlepond @elizabetharegina @enchantedbytomandhenry @narnianaos @geralts-yenn @peaches1958 @avengersfan25 @sillyrabbit81 @lena-banena @mrsevans90 @confessionbrain-writings

A/N: I made an inspo playlist post here.

Masterlist

The atmosphere around the lot was incredible. Jessie had never experienced anything like it before. There was a sea of people as far as the eye could see in every direction, the sun was shining brightly and the music was blaring hard.

The guys hadn’t been so pleased when she and her best friend said they were crashing their guys’ weekend and accompanying them to the festival but there was no way she was going to miss such an amazing lineup.

It was the first day and the bands had started around four in the afternoon, and the last band went on at about eleven. Tomorrow and the next day, there would be non-stop bands from ten to one-thirty the following morning. One of her favorite bands was headlining the main stage the following evening but another one was playing that opening night.

The guys rushed into the thick of the crowd as soon as they heard the Kid Rock song that always marked the beginning of the band’s sets, leaving Jessie and Mel behind in a less densely packed area. A chorus of cheers broke out as the band made their way to the stage and just like that, the show started.

Off to the pair’s left, a group of rowdy men broke through a wall of people. Their shirts were soaked and they were all breathing hard. They’d obviously been out in the pits and had decided to take a little break to just enjoy the music without worrying about getting punched in the face. A man carrying a beer tray above his head walked by and the men immediately bought all ten of the remaining cups, passing them around the group. At eight dollars a piece plus tip, that single round was at least a hundred dollars.

They were about halfway through the set now and the lead singer called for festival-goers to crowdsurf to the stage and give him a high-five. Immediately, everyone went wild, including Melanie.

“I’m going for it. Hold my wallet and my phone so I don’t drop them and I’ll come back and find you.”

Jessie gaped at her best friend who shoved her items into the small bag she had at her hip and confidently marched over to the group of men sipping their beers. Melanie tapped the largest one on his shoulder, waiting for him to turn around.

“Would you boys be so kind as to lift me up?”

The man looked down at her then over her shoulder straight at Jessie. His eyes didn’t pull away as he answered the woman in front of him.

“Sure thing.”

He turned, handing his beer to one of his buddies then easily hoisted Melanie into the air.

“Heads up, boys!”

Just like that, Melanie was gone, carried forward by the crowd.

“What about you, Sweetheart?” the large man asked Jessie.

She crossed her arms over her chest and looked away, pretending that the way he’d called her sweetheart didn’t make her insides flutter. “I’m good right here.”

There was no denying he was handsome. He had these piercing blue eyes and his brown hair was cropped short. Actually, all the boys had their hair cut short or with a little bit more length at the top and shaved on the sides. That was when Jessie noticed the matching silver chains hanging around their necks which also explained why the handsome one had lifted Mel as if she weighed nothing.

Of course, the very next song, while waiting for Melanie to find her way back through the crowd from where the security pulled her down at the gate, a circle pit broke out so big that it swallowed every crowd member in a thirty foot radius.

Jessie thought she was a safe distance away but suddenly the man in front of her was pushed backwards, barreling into her and knocking her off balance. She began to panic as she was pushed from all sides, struggling to stay upright until an arm wrapped around her waist.

A hard chest pressed against her back, stabilizing her in the sudden chaos.

“Put your arms up in front of you and keep your hands closed into fists. You protect your face and let me worry about everything else.”

All Jessie could do was nod as the other soldiers closed in around her, forming a protective barrier and keeping others at bay. The man at her back had his own arms on either side of her, just in case someone was shoved against them.

Slowly, the crowd settled and they were able to step away, putting some distance between the group and the pit.

“You okay?” the large soldier asked, breaking away from Jessie who was visibly shaken up.

She turned, looking up at him wide-eyed. “I think so. Are you?”

The man had a trickle of blood on his brow and what looked to be a small bruise blooming but he just shrugged.

“Caught a stray elbow but it’s nothin’ I ain’t used to. Better me than you.”

Jessie lifted her cross-body bag over her head and knelt down to dig through the pockets. When she stood again, she proceeded to tear open a disinfectant wipe, cleaning the blood from the soldier’s face.

“You just happened to have that in that little purse?” he asked, thoroughly amused.

“What’s that boy scout motto? Always be prepared?”

This was not the time for him to linger on the way her fingers softly brushed over his forehead. The lead singer’s voice rang over the loudspeakers, offering a much needed distraction.

“Ladies, if you know every word to this next song, get on someone’s shoulders and sing with me.”

As the first guitar notes were played, the crowd went wild and girls began climbing onto their boyfriend’s shoulders.

“You know the words?”

He’d noticed the way she sang along with every song and he already knew the answer to his question would be ‘yes’. 

“Yeah.”

“Hop up then.”

He almost didn't give her a choice as he pulled her closer and somehow manoeuvred her legs over his head and onto his shoulders, causing her to make the cutest little surprised squeak.

When he stood at full height, Jessie towered over the crowd for the first time in her life, making her release a wholehearted laugh before jumping into the lyrics.

Jessie was ready to get back to her feet after the song but the soldier below her made no move to release her. She watched the final song of the set from her perch which had the advantage of allowing Melanie to find her way back.

As she watched her best friend slip off the strangers shoulders, Mel struggled to conceal her cheeky grin.

“You look like you had fun.”

“Shut up,” Jessie whispered.

Luckily for Jessie, the rest of their friends made it out of the crowd, whooping and hollering, which pulled the attention away from the girls. Keith immediately wrapped his arms around Mel’s waist and kissed her cheek from behind.

Jessie was hyper aware of the large soldier’s eyes on her as the boys surrounded them.

“The next show starts in five minutes, we need to get over to the other stage,” Connor said, jumping up and down like a kid on Christmas morning.

“I think I’ll just go back to the campsite.”

Jessie was hungry and the last two bands of the night were not at all her kind of music.

“It’s getting dark, you shouldn’t go back all alone.”

She was about to argue that she was perfectly capable of walking back to the campsite on her own when a deep voice spoke from behind her.

“You could come back with us if ya want.”

The boys frowned at the man who’d come to stand so close to her back that Jessie could feel his breath on her shoulder.

“That’s a great idea,” Mel spoke in her place.

Jessie gaped at her friend. Surely she was joking. Walking back alone was too dangerous but going off with a group of strange men was okay? Although, by the look on her face, Jessie had a feeling Mel was hoping the walk back would turn into something more.

Before she could argue, Connor was already dragging the group over to the next show, leaving Jessie with the handsome soldier.

“I’m Sy by the way.”

Jessie turned, looking up at the man.

“Jessie,” she answered, biting her bottom lip.

“Ya don’t have to, but if ya want, we were gonna head back and eat,” he tipped his head, indicating the group of soldiers hovering not far behind him. “Otherwise, I can walk ya back to your tent.”

“I’m starving so… lead the way, I guess.”

The handsome stranger, Sy, gave her a warm smile, erasing any uneasiness Jessie felt. He extended a hand for Jessie to take and lead her to his friends. After quick introductions, they made their way out of the festival grounds and over to the campsite.

The small, rural town in which the festival was being held only had one hotel and two bed and breakfasts so the organizers always rented a piece of land to set up campsites that could be booked at the same time as the weekend passes. Jessie and her friends had two tents somewhere on the lot but she had no idea where they were.

Each campsite was a ten foot by ten foot square on which you could put up your tent and there were over a thousand of them. She knew the number of the space where the guys had set up the tents earlier in the day but the lot had still been mostly empty then and she lost track of where it was now that most spaces had been filled.

Sy and his friends had a space at the far side of the lot. She knew it was theirs before they even made it because they had set up two large army style tents covering three spaces.

“Wow, you guys didn’t mess around.”

When they reached the tents, the guys began pulling camping chairs from inside one of the tents and set them up around a camp stove.

“Oh yeah,” one of the men said. Jessie thought Sy had introduced him as Gabe but she wasn’t one hundred percent sure. “This is our one weekend in the year where we get to escape our responsibilities and we make sure to enjoy every second. The festival we attend changes based on when we get leave.”

The guys worked together, quickly passing around plates and cans of beer while others heated hotdogs and buns on the grill. Jessie felt bad about not helping but Sy wouldn’t let her lift a finger. 

If any of the boys minded that Sy had brought back an extra mouth to feed, none of them complained. They chatted happily as they scarfed down the simple meal and another round of beer was served. Eventually, someone pulled out a set of dice and they taught her a drinking game where they had to bluff about how good a roll they had.

She lost almost immediately but she didn’t mind, instead turning her full attention to Sy who lost the very next round. She suspected he’d done it so they could talk. It was fully dark now but she could see his face perfectly in the soft glow of the LED lamps the boys had pulled out. They truly had thought of everything. As opposed to her who was struggling to hide how badly she was shivering in only her shorts and tank top.

“Do you need to go get a sweatshirt or something?” Sy asked, noticing the goosebumps covering her skin. He’d changed out of his sweat-covered shirt earlier but he hadn’t thought to ask her if she needed to do the same.

“I don’t think I have anything thicker than leggings in my bag and that’s back at my tent.”

Sy immediately pulled his own hoodie off and knelt in front of Jessie to slip it over her head. “What happened to ‘always be prepared’?” he joked, brushing the stray hairs from her forehead much in the same way she had done to him when she’d cleaned the cut on his brow.

Jessie swallowed, too focused on the fact that Sy’s face was only a few inches from hers to form words. His eyes flickering down was the only warning before Sy closed the gap and pressed his lips to hers in a tentative kiss.

“I didn’t expect the night to be so damn cold,” she mumbled as he pulled away. She shifted in her seat, arousal beginning to pool in her stomach.

Sy retrieved a flannel shirt from his bag, making it obvious that Jessie had vastly underestimated how many layers of clothing she would need for the weekend. She tried to pretend not to be watching the way his biceps flex as he slipped his arms into the sleeves.

Glancing at the time on her phone, Jessie realized that it was nearly midnight. She’d missed a text from Mel but after unlocking the phone and seeing the string of dirty emojis, she decided it was best if she didn’t answer. She didn’t want to admit that Mel’s instincts had been spot on.

“Are your friends lookin’ for ya?” Sy asked, repositioning his camp chair closer to hers.

Jessie chewed on her lip considering what she wanted to do. Well, she knew what she wanted to do, she just didn’t know if she should. She didn’t make a habit of hooking up with strangers but the good-looking southerner had definitely caught her fancy. Damn him and his charming smile.

“I was just letting Mel know not to panic if I don’t make it back until morning.”

She said it low enough for only Sy to hear and he immediately caught on to the unspoken question.

He didn’t answer, instead throwing his pack over his shoulder and once again putting a hand out for Jessie to take.

None of the men said anything as they left, probably not even noticing them slip away after the massive joint they had shared minutes before. Jessie wasn’t sure where they were going but the hungry look on Sy’s face was enough to know he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

Sy stopped when they reached a blue and orange tent one row over, pulling the zipper open and holding the flap up as Jessie crawled in.

“Sy, who’s tent is this?” she giggled.

He crawled in behind her, closing the opening and hurriedly laying out a sleeping bag on the right side of the tent.

“My cousin booked his ticket after he found out I was coming so he had to get a separate tent.”

“Won’t he be mad that you brought a girl back?”

“Trust me, he’ll understand.”

That was the last thing Sy said before he was on her, guiding her down as he kissed her with fervor. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark, allowing her to see enough to push the flannel off his broad shoulders. Sy took care of his t-shirt himself, doing that thing where men catch the collar in one hand and yank it over their heads.

For a moment she considered keeping her own shirt on but after feeling the way Sy’s chest was radiating heat under her hands, she sat up and pulled her tank top and hoodie off in one go. The man growled, pushing her bra down to catch one nipple between his teeth. 

“Oh fuck!”

On any other day, Jessie would have been mortified at the idea of someone overhearing her with a guy but at that moment, she couldn’t care less. Let them hear.

Sy freed her of her bra then kissed down her stomach as his deft fingers worked her shorts open. Jessie stroked a hand up and down the back of his head, the short hair ticking her palm as she moved.

“If I had more time, I’d eat this pussy until you were screamin’ my name but I don’t know when Mike’ll be back.”

The filthy comment had her bare thighs clenching together while Sy moved aside to rifle through his pack. Jessie let her eyes roam over his chest and shoulders, drinking in his chiseled form. The man was built with nothing but lean muscle, making it obvious that the chain around his neck was not just for decoration.

After a bit more frantic searching, Sy cursed and abandoned his bag to look through a backpack Jessie assumed belonged to his cousin. It only took a few seconds of searching for him to find an entire box of condoms.

“Fuckin’ Mike,” he grumbled, plucking one from the box and dropping his shorts like they had just caught on fire.

Jessie couldn’t help but lick her lips when Sy’s considerable endowment came into view. If she didn’t manage to have her mouth on him before the end of the night, it would be a tragedy.

Sy finished rolling the condom over his length and knelt between Jessie’s legs. He grasped her thighs just above her knees, tugging her lower down on the sleeping bag before blanketing her with his body.

Jessie cupped his face in both hands and pulled him down into a greedy kiss. He explored her mouth with his tongue before moving to the swell of her breasts. He held himself up on one arm, moving his hand up to the apex of Jessie’s thighs.

“How wet are you getting for me, Baby?”

He didn’t wait for her to answer, instead brushing his fingers up and down her slit. He continued to tease for a few more seconds before slowly sinking a finger into her core. Sy let out an appreciative groan, adding a second finger.

“Oh yeah, you’re fuckin’ soaked.”

“Hurry up and get in me then.”

Sy didn’t need to be told twice, taking himself in hand and pushing into her slick cunt. His head dropped to the crook of her neck, taking a deep breath as they both got accustomed to the sensation.

“Christ, you’re squeezin’ me so tight.”

“Sorry,” she sighed in the shell of his ear.

“Don’t be sorry, it feels so fuckin’ good. Was just hopin’ to make ya come before I busted.”

Jessie locked her legs around his waist, keeping him close. He pawed at her breasts, twisting and pinching her nipples as he snapped his hips forward. It took a few tries before he found the spot that made the woman below him gasp and moan but once he did, he hit it over and over again.

Things were going to end embarrassingly fast if she kept teasing his sensitive neck. Sy was pretty sure that she was leaving a trail of hickeys to mark her passage and that thought made everything all the more hot. He was so lost in his own pleasure that he almost didn’t hear Jessie’s breathy request.

“Let me ride you.”

“Fuck yeah.”

Sy pulled out, rolling onto his back and taking Jessie with him until she straddled his waist. He zipped the sleeping bag halfway closed to keep some of the heat in after noticing the way her nipples pebbled from the cool night air.

With both hands free to roam over her body, Sy used one to grope her ass and the other to rub tight circles over Jessie’s clit. Her reaction was instant, grinding faster on Sy’s hand.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded despite her being the one in setting the pace.

Getting the message, he used the hand on her ass to guide her movements until she exploded above him, throwing her head back with a small cry as her orgasm overtook her. The sight alone almost pulled him over the edge but as soon as Jessie regained a bit of awareness, she lifted off him, moving between his legs and tearing the condom off his dick. Within seconds, she’d swallowed him all the way to the back of her throat.

“Fuck, slow down, Baby.”

She made a disapproving noise, shaking her head no. Sy was powerless as she worked his shaft, getting him nice and slick before wrapping a hand around his base and focusing on his head.

He could barely see her from her position at the bottom of the sleeping bag but he struggled to keep his eyes open anyway.

His fingers tangled in her hair, ushering her to move a little faster as Sy felt his peak approaching.

“Gonna come,” he panted with seconds to spare but she didn’t move as his balls pulled up tight and he began to spill down her throat.

His post-orgasmic bliss was cut short by the sound of the tent’s door being unzipped.

Mike came into view, pausing when he spotted Sy stretched out on his back and what could only be a body sized bulge at the bottom of the sleeping bag. Caught off guard, the young man didn’t know whether to stay or leave.

Sy’s gravely voice broke through his cousin’s daze. “You’re good, man. Come in.” 

Jessie felt bad for the man, knowing her body was blocking the entrance at least in part and forcing him to maneuver around her to get into his own tent. She stayed still until she heard Mike settle into his sleeping bag. Once the rustling stopped, she climbed up to stretch out by Sy’s side.

He quietly found her underwear, sliding them into place before putting his too big t-shirt on her. When his own underwear was pulled back on, he held Jessie close and stole one more slow kiss. Exhausted both from the excitement of the day and their little fucking session, the pair quickly drifted off to sleep.

***

The sound of the tent zipper being pulled shut woke Jessie the following morning. She was incredibly comfortable with her head on Syʼs bare chest and his arms protectively wrapped around her but her bladder was screaming at her to get up.

Reluctantly, Jessie extracted herself from Syʼs hold and got redressed before slipping out of the tent.

As it turned out, it was still dark out and she wasnʼt sure she would be able to make it to the porta potties without tripping over something.

In a camping chair about three feet from the tent, was a man with dark, shaggy hair and a hood pulled up over his head.

“Hope I didn’t wake you up. Wouldn’t be able to live with myself knowing the girl my cousin fucked in my tent had a shitty night because of me.” He didn’t bother looking away from his phone.

Not seeing any other chairs, Jessie sat on the large cooler that had been left on the grass overnight. No one seemed very concerned with people stealing their supplies because everywhere she looked there were chairs and coolers out for anyone to take.

“Guess now is not a good time to tell you we owe you a condom.”

The man burst out laughing then, shaking his head and proving his sour mood was just him being a little shit and messing with her. “You know what, at this point, I probably owe him a whole box and a new set of sheets so we can call it even.”

It seemed that whatever was on his phone had lost his interest because he slipped the device into his front pocket, looking up as he did.

“Woah, you’re hot,” he commented, pushing his hood off and revealing the same stunning blue eyes she’d been staring at all of the previous night.

“Uh, thanks?”

What else was she supposed to answer to that? He hadn’t meant it as a compliment, he was just speaking what was on his mind.

“Sorry, all I saw last night was the shape of your ass when I moved around you to get in the tent. Howʼd a sourpuss like Nate land a hottie like you?”

“Itʼs called being a gentleman, Mike. You should try it sometime.”

Sy crawled out of the tent, immediately sitting next to her on the cooler and putting his arm around her.

“Youʼre shiverinʼ, Baby, get over her.”

Jessie frowned, looking up at Sy. “Nate?” She really hoped he hadn’t lied about his name. Not now that she was seriously crushing on him.

“Sy’s an army nickname. Mike forgets about it sometimes.”

Feeling reassured, she nestled into his chest, holding back a groan at the warmth of his body. He’d obviously found another shirt because she was still wearing his and his hoodie. Sy leaned in, taking her lips in a kiss that made her insides flutter as hard as if she hadn’t gotten off less than five hours before.

“Tryin’ to run off on me?” he teased, when they finally took a moment to breathe.

“Couldn’t even if I wanted to. I have no idea where my tent is.”

Both men laughed at that, reminding Jessie that she and Sy were not alone for their little PDA session.

“How do ya not know where your tent is?”

“There are like thirty rows of thirty tents out here,” she argued, waving a hand around. “I know the lot number but it’s still dark and I don’t want to break an ankle by tripping over a line or something.”

“Guess that’s good for me then. I get a bit more time before ya go all Cinderella on me.”

“I feel like this is going to end with you two sucking faces again so can you grab me a protein bar before you settle in? I’m fucking starving.”

Sy reluctantly stood, grabbing a bar from the cooler and throwing it at his cousin’s head.

“Is that all you’re eating for breakfast?” Jessie asked, sounding as outraged as a grandmother who was just told by her grandchild that they didn’t want a second helping of food.

“It’s this, or dry cereal and raw hotdogs. That thing is mostly filled with beer.”

Jessie looked over to Sy who just shook his head. He didn’t seem at all surprised by the admission.

“Well, why don’t the two of you come eat with me and my friends? I went a little overboard on the breakfast food because everyone wanted something different.”

“I’m down,” Mike said too quickly for Sy’s taste. Jessie may not have noticed the blatant way Mike was checking her out but Sy sure as hell did. Then again, who could blame him? She was Gorgeous. And it was not exactly surprising since they’d always been attracted to the same kind of women but Sy really liked Jessie. She wouldn’t be just a one night stand if Sy had his way so this was not the time for Mike to chase her away by coming on too strong.

“I’d like to go to the bathrooms first then maybe you boys can help me find my tent?”

“Sure thing, Sweetheart.”

They made sure she hadn’t left any of her things in the tent but Sy left his pack there to be retrieved later. After a detour to the porta potties that had blessedly been freshly cleaned, the trio set out to find Jessie’s tent.

To her surprise, almost everyone was up, spread out on their picnic blankets.

“Oh, thank god. Guys, Jessie’s back!”

“I thought ya warned them that you were spendin’ the night with me.”

It sounded like Sy felt guilty for worrying Jessie’s friends but she knew better.

“Don’t worry, they’re just starving because none of them know how to boil water.”

“I take offense to that,” Mel called as she rolled out of the tent with her normally perfectly styled hair sticking up at odd angles. “I make a damn good boxed macaroni.”

She froze for a moment, looking over Jessie’s shoulder at the two men.

“Damn girl, I sent you off with one hunk but here you are coming back with two.”

Jessie almost blushed at the insinuation, liking that idea more than she ever thought she would.

Sy had to punch Mike in the shoulder to wipe the smirk off his face.

“This is Sy and Mike,” she quickly introduced, moving to sit on the little folding stool that had been set up by the camp stove.

The guys flocked around her like dogs waiting for a piece of food to drop off the dinner table. She lined up the breakfast ingredients by her side while the others pulled out the containers of baked-goods she had made beforehand.

To Sy and Mike, it looked like that plastic box was Mary Poppins’ never ending bag.

“What all do you have in there?” Mike asked, snooping through the food.

Jessie began listing off the contents of the various containers as each of her friends took what they wanted. She’d made two kinds of muffins, chocolate chip cookies and apple-raspberry bars.

“Oh and I’m cooking pancakes which can be plain, blueberry or chocolate chip.”

She cut the corner off a zip top bag which had been rolled into a cone shape to easily pour the premade batter into the frying pan. She went around in circles, making each pancake to order and distributing them as they came out of the pan.

When he noticed that she hadn’t put herself in the rotation, probably intent on eating once the others were taken care of, Sy moved to sit beside her, hand feeding her bites of his own food.

Just as she was finishing up the second bag of batter, Jessie looked up, her eyes immediately going wide.

“Mike, no! Put those down!”

"What?” he choked out around a mouthful of brownies but he dropped the plastic container as he was ordered.

“Oh fuck,” one of the guys laughed. “How many did you eat?”

Mike looked around the group, growing more and more anxious with every amused pair of eyes that landed on him.

“Two, why?”

“Why? Because you’re about to have the greatest or the worst fucking day of your life, dude,” Connor chuckled.

“What’s going on?” Sy interrupted, looking to Jessie for a clear answer.

“Your boy just ate two pot brownies,” Keith clarified, not giving Jessie the chance to speak.

“Not just any pot brownies, dude,” Connor added unhelpfully. “Jessie’s pot brownies. Bro, you might wanna sit down and drink a bit of water.”

Mike looked at Jessie with alarm. When she gave him a little nod, he dropped on his ass. Connor was already handing him a bottle of water from the cooler. They’d intentionally left the brownies in there to be saved for later but it seemed Mike had found them anyway.

“How worried should I be?” Sy asked, his voice dropping low so only Jessie could hear and she wouldn’t be interrupted.

“How often does he smoke weed?”

“Almost every day as far as I know.”

“Then he should be fine. They aren’t quite as strong as usual but they don’t know that since they can't be trusted to eat those things in moderation. The only thing that works is the fear of getting too fucked up like they’ve all done at least once with those things. We should still keep an eye on him though. Mel only needs one bite of Keith’s to get her nicely buzzed and Mike at two.”

That helped settle Sy’s worries. Sort of. Mike wasn’t as wide as him but he was still over six foot whereas Mel couldn’t be more than five foot one. He may have often seen Mike as an annoying little brother when they were growing up, but he and Mike actually had a strong bond. His dad, Sy’s uncle, had abandoned Mike when he was a baby and Sy’s dad did everything in his power to do right by him and his mother. Mike used to spend whole summers with Sy. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he let something happen to him.

“I thought you said last night that you didn’t do weed,” Sy said, thinking aloud. They’d been the only two not sharing the joints as they were passed around.

“I don’t. I make them for the guys. I’m the mom of the group in case you hadn’t noticed.”

When he remained silent for too long, Jessie bumped her shoulder into Sy’s, giving him a reassuring smile. “I’ll make sure he’s okay,” she promised.

Thankfully, it was still mid-morning so there was time for the worst of the buzz to pass before the day really got started. The morning sets were sometimes as short as twenty minutes maxing out at thirty. The more popular bands wouldn’t be on until the afternoon so Sy and Jessie took Mike back to his tent when he started showing signs that the brownies were beginning to kick in.

All three of them could do with a bit more sleep so Jessie suggested they take a powernap. Mike was more on board with that idea than she’d expected, collapsing onto his sleeping bag and taking Jessie down with him. Sy moved to pull him off her but she simply shook her head, finding his sudden cuddliness adorable.

When she woke again an hour later, Sy had pulled his sleeping bag next to Mike’s and she had apparently draped herself over his chest while Mike spooned her from behind.

“You ready for a full day of shows?” Sy’s voice was a little rough from sleep as he rolled towards her and slipped a hand down her side. He took a hold of Jessie’s thigh and pulled it over his hip to press his crotch against hers.

Jessie gasped, feeling his thick erection pressing against her covered folds. Behind her, Mike was also sporting wood, leaving her in a thought-tantalizing sandwich.

“Yes, but if you keep doing that then we are going to wake Mike. And if we wake Mike then I don’t think we are getting out of here for anything.”

Maybe she was the one who was high for blatantly implying that the boys could share her but Sy didn’t so much as flinch at suggestion. In fact, she was pretty sure that she had felt his dick twitch under his loose basketball shorts.

“Was lookin’ forward to the pits this afternoon but I can’t leave him alone if he’s high as a fuckin’ kite.”

“I can take babysitting duty. It’s just like watching a puppy: you feed him, you give him water, you make sure he doesn’t pee on anything, and you don’t let strangers give him treats.”

“I’ll let you give me a treat right now,” a groggy voice mumbled from behind her. Mike punctuated his offer with a little thrust against her ass.

Sy and Jessie laughed, extricating themselves from the cuddle pile. Mike stayed put, pouting as they got ready to leave for the day. Jessie pulled a change of clothes from the bag she’d brought over from her tent, expecting to spend yet another night with Sy. And maybe Mike now too. No, down girl.

When Mike made no move to look away, she pulled her shirt over her head, and slipped on a low-cut tank top. “You boys feel like helping me with this.”

Didn’t she just say ‘down girl’?

Though he didn’t actually use words, Mike’s excited reaching for the bottle let her know he was very much interested by that idea. Mike immediately went for her chest while Sy got started on her arms, massaging his way from her hand to her shoulder. Such a functional task had no right to be as arousing as it was but Jessie had brought this on herself. She could have clarified that all she needed was for someone to get her back.

Once she was covered with a generous amount of sunscreen, she returned the favour. Even if both boys grumbled that it wasn’t needed, they indulged her, letting her do their faces, necks and arms.

The three of them stuck together for the first two hours. Mike’s buzz had progressively gotten stronger and Sy made sure Jessie was still comfortable watching over him before leaving them alone.

“I’ll come meet you after Lamb of God. Where will you be?”

Jessie pulled the postcard with the schedule from her bag. 

“Mike who do you want to see?”

She knew where she wanted to go but it would be easier to get a stoned Mike to cooperate if he wasn’t constantly trying to go off in a different direction to see another band. She was the one who made the brownies, it was only fair that she be the one to sacrifice a few shows to make sure he didn’t pass out in a bush somewhere.

Mike wavered a little and had to lean an arm on her shoulder as he looked at the lineup. It took him a few seconds but he eventually listed off the shows he wanted to see.

“While She Sleeps, We Came as Romans, Architects and Amity Affliction.”

Jessie smiled, looking up at the shaggy haired boy now sporting very bloodshot eyes. “I like how you think, Mikey.”

Jessie leaned up at the tip of her toes, wrapping her hands around Sy’s neck to keep herself steady as she kissed him on the cheek. He took it further, holding her close with both hands greedily cupping her ass. He’d been wanting to do that since she slipped on those ridiculously tiny jean shorts.

“Why don’t we meet you by the merch stand that’s near the North exit and we can go eat before the later shows?”

“I’ll be there, Sweetheart.”

With a parting kiss that damn near made her knees buckle, Sy was off, marching towards the main stage.

“So what do I have to do to get you to rub up on me like that?” Mike asked, throwing an arm around Jessie’s shoulders as they watched Sy disappear.

She leaned into him as they turned towards one of the other stages. “I don’t know, maybe you should try using a southern accent.”

He did, adopting the most ridiculously exaggerated accent she had ever heard which sent the both of them into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. That was how most of the afternoon went. Mike would flirt, Jessie would dodge the comments with a sassy response and they would both end up laughing.

Neither Jessie nor Mikey was a very good dancer and metal was not exactly the best kind of music to dance to but that didn’t stop either of them. Despite Mikey clearly being on a level all of its own, they were both having a blast. Other than occasionally forcing him to drink some water and slapping his hands away when he slipped them under her shirt, pushing the boundaries of PDA to the fullest, Mike being high was not an issue at all. The man must have smoked his weight in weed on a weekly basis to have such a positive reaction to the edibles.

It was the last of the four shows now and soon they would go meet up with Sy. It was one of the shows Jessie had been most excited for, and she was not disappointed, but having been a self-proclaimed angsty teenager, many of the songs made her emotional and hearing them live proved to be a little too much.

Mike noticed the shift in her mood immediately and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

“You okay there, Gorgeous?”

She leaned back into his chest, covering his arms with hers. “The songs are just hitting me right in the feels.”

“You’re safe with me, Sweetcheeks. Let yourself vibe.”

They swayed together, slower than the actual rhythm of the song but it felt right. A few stray tears poured down her cheeks when the band reached the bridge and Mikey held her tighter.

That was how Sy found them as the last song started to play. He’d figured it was worth a shot trying to find them in the crowd since their show hadn’t ended yet. Mike had his chin resting on Jessie’s head and she had her eyes closed as she sang along. Not wanting to disturb their little bubble, he kept his distance until the end of the set.

Jessie wasn’t his and he had no reason to be possessive but he was the kind of man that when he saw something he wanted, he went after it. If that meant he might have to share her with Mike then he didn’t mind. Much.

“You two look cozy,” he commented when they eventually made their way towards him.

“As it turns out, Mikey is a cuddly puppy when he’s high.”

“You didn’t mind, did you?” he asked, sounding more lucid than he had all day.

It had just occurred to him that maybe having his hands all over Jessie, a girl he’d only met that very morning and who had slept with his cousin less than twenty-four hours before, might have actually made her uncomfortable.

The soft smile that pulled at her lips when she shook her head reassured him that she hadn’t just put up with it because she was too shy to tell him off.

After a quick trip to the bathrooms and another detour to the onsite water bottle fill tent, they walked back to camp. Once again, Sy’s other army buddies were huddled around a grill. They were making canned pasta this time and it seemed that because they didn’t have to be constantly moving the sausages around and adding on new ones they had deemed it safe to start smoking before supper was served.

“Lemme have a hit of that,” Mikey said, holding his hand up for the nearest soldier to pass the joint.

“The fuck you are, Mike,” Sy barked. “Anyone who lets him touch that shit tonight is gonna regret it when we get back to base.”

“Come on, Nate, I had a nice buzz, I want to keep it going.”

“I ain’t fixin’ to call your mama to break the news that somethin’ happened ‘cause you were gettin’ too high. You’ve had enough for one day.”

“I hate to say it bro, but I’m with Sy on this one. There’s a reason I don’t mess with edibles anymore.”

It seemed Sy had informed them of that morning’s events.

While they continued debating for a few more seconds, Jessie naturally drifted to the camp stove, taking over cooking the food and serving each man a plate. Mike seemed to drop the subject as soon as he dug into his meal, eating at least four servings. It was impressive considering the fact that he ate nearly a full pizza only a few hours before.

When she finally finished cleaning the dishes and allowed herself to eat her own dinner, Sy pulled Jessie onto his lap.

“Mike and I owe you for two meals now,” he said in a low, throaty voice.

Jessie bit her lip, feeling heat rise in her cheeks as she glanced at the man who was staring straight at them. The comment had been meant only for her but the cocky look on his face made it clear that Mikey had heard it anyway and was fully onboard with the suggestion.

“I’m all in, if you are, Sweetcheeks.”

So this was really happening. All she had to do was say yes.

“Were you guys planning on going in the pits later?”

Both boys shook their heads, seeming confused by the change of subject. The sun was setting and with it the temperature was going to drop soon. She’d planned on changing into her one pair of leggings and stealing Sy’s hoodie for the evening but the dusty festival grounds combined with the sunscreen had left a coating of dirt on her skin.

“Maybe we should go check out those showers before heading back out.”

“Sy, I think she’s trying to tell you something, bro,” Mikey laughed.

Sy whipped an empty beer can at his cousin’s head which he avoided with a nimbleness that actually surprised Jessie.

Neither man put up much of a fuss, obviously realizing that whatever would happen later that evening would be better if they weren’t carrying two days worth of sweat and grime. The water in the temporary shower was glacially cold but that was necessary with the growing anticipation and plethora of racy thoughts.

Had the headliner been anyone else, Jessie might have immediately dragged the boys back to the tent but she couldn’t miss her favorite band. The wait didn’t seem to be an issue in the end since Jessie was so hyped after the show that she was all over Sy on the way out of the grounds.

“Sweetheart, if you’re gonna be climbing me like a tree, at least do it on my back so I can get us there faster.”

Sy huffed as she did exactly that, jumping straight on and wrapping her legs around his waist. Mikey smirked, taking advantage of the golden opportunity and pinching her ass which caused her to yelp.

“Mikey!”

“Sorry, Sweetcheeks. Couldn’t help myself.”

Jessie shook her head with a grin. “I’ll make you pay for it later.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?”

“Oh, it’s both, Mikey. It’s both.”

Safely back in the “privacy” of their tent, Mikey worked on zipping the sleeping bags together into a double while Sy clipped a net to the roof of the tent and set up an LED headlamp above them. It provided enough light to see what they were doing without causing harsh shadows that would be seen from outside

In addition to her bag, Jessie had brought over a few blankets and pillows. Unlike the boys, she’d planned for a few luxuries rather than only thinking of what was functional which was going to come in handy. The inside of the tent was cool but there was no doubt it would get steamy soon enough. With the blankets laid over the sleeping bags for extra cushioning between themselves and the hard ground below, the little lovenest was as ready as it would ever be.

Sy could tell the nerves were starting to get to Jessie by the way she smoothed out the corners of the blankets one too many times.

“Hey,” he spoke softly, catching her attention. He took her hands in his, gliding his thumbs over her knuckles. “You can change your mind, we’ll understand.”

She looked over to Mikey as if looking for confirmation that what Sy said was true. His head tipped to the side with his little sly smile.

“Whatever you want, Gorgeous. If you’re looking for a night to remember, I’m game but if you’re not into it then neither am I.”

That was the second time he said something like that tonight. Man, these guys were going to be the death of her.

“Do you want Mike, Baby?” Jessie nodded, keeping her eyes locked with the man in question.

“Do you want me?” Sy asked, a hint of insecurity in his tone. It was that same insecurity that he’d felt when Mike immediately flirted with her that morning.

Hooking up with Jessie on the first night they met had been a bit of an uncharacteristic move for the young soldier but he’d been immediately smitten with her. Mike typically had girls flocking to him because of his more extraverted personality, something he took full advantage of. Sy was more analytical, he liked to study a room from afar and take his time getting to know someone.

“Yes,” she whispered, looking back at him.

“Good.” As impatient as he was to get started, there was one more piece of business that needed to be discussed before he could go all in. “Is there anything we should know about this? Anything ya don’t want, any boundaries ya wanna set?”

“Condoms are mandatory and if one of you dares to touch my ass without lube someone is getting slapped.”

Mikey’s laugh startled her. He’d moved closer pressing himself against her back which quickly became clear was his favorite place to be. A hand slid over her stomach, sneaking under her shirt as he peppered her neck with open-mouthed kisses.

“I can live with those rules.”

Slowly, Mikey pushed Sy’s oversized sweatshirt up and over her head. He hadn’t realized until then that she was bare underneath.

“Ya look damn good in my clothes, Sweetheart, but you’re sexy as hell when ya ain’t got nothin’ at all.”

Jessie thanked him for the compliment by crashing her lips to his. His own shirt was the next item to be discarded, soon followed by Jessie’s leggings. Mikey was obviously eager to get her naked because he hadn’t so much as unfastened his jeans which were bound to be uncomfortable with the way the denim was straining. Whatever family genes these boys shared obviously involved good looks and drool-worthy cocks.

Looking to even the playing field, Jessie turned her attention to Mikey, ripping his shirt off before straddling his hips. He released an appreciative groan, taking in the sight of her before tangling a hand in her hair and pulling her in for a bruising kiss.

They’d both been craving it all day but she hadn’t dared take that step with him being high. Now however, their patience was being rewarded. The kiss was feverish, both of them battling for dominance as their tongues tangled.

She blindly reached for the button of his jeans, managing to get them open. Unfortunately, she had to break their kiss to work them down his legs.

A rustling sound behind her caught her attention, making her peek over her shoulder to find that Sy had taken pity on her and gotten his own pants off. You’d think that there was no room in a tent for Sy to be out of reach but somehow he was. That just wouldn’t do.

She extended a hand to him, beckoning him over. “I need both of you.”

As his cousin moved closer, Mike whispered in Jessie’s ear. Sy couldn’t hear but whatever he said put a devious little smirk on her face as she crawled towards Sy.

She placed both hands on his shoulders, pushing him down onto his back. The next thing he knew, his boxers were off and she was kissing down his chest.

“Tell him what I told you, Sweetcheeks.”

“Mikey wants to see my lips wrapped around your cock. He says he’s been trying to picture what I looked like since last night.”

“That makes two of us.”

The tip of her tongue darted out, licking her lips. She was grateful that Mikey had given her direction because her mind was racing about a mile a minute with all the different things she wanted to do to them and have them do to her.

Without waiting any longer, she dipped her head, licking up the underside of his shaft. Her nails trailed up and down his thighs, teasing him a little longer before she wrapped a hand around his girth and took the sensitive crown in her mouth.

“Oh… fuck,” he sighed, his eyes falling closed on an instinct.

Jessie moaned as she tasted the salty drops of precum already spilling from his slit and Sy forced his eyes down to the woman on her knees between his legs. He gathered her hair in a messy ponytail, giving both him and Mikey a better view.

“Knew you’d be fucking sexy like this.”

From the corner of her eye, Jessie spotted Mikey with a hand down his underwear, lazily stroking his cock from root to tip.

“She’s fucking good at it too.”

“Of course, look how eager she is.”

The filthy banter caused her to moan around Sy’s length adding to the sensation as she took him further into her mouth.

“Hey Mike, do me a favor and tell me how wet she is.”

He kicked his boxers all the way off and knelt behind Jessie. Being the cocky shit that he was, he took the liberty of putting a hand on the back of the woman’s head and gently pushed her lower on Sy’s dick. Surprising both of them, she relaxed her throat and took him down as far as she could handle.

Sy mumbled a string of curses, much to his cousin’s amusement. Mikey’s hand trailed down her spine, lingering on her ass before pulling her underwear aside and dipping two fingers through her waiting folds. He was not disappointed with his findings.

“She’s dripping. You get this wet just by sucking Sy’s dick, Sweetcheeks?”

Replacing her mouth with her hand, she looked over her shoulder at Mikey.

“Not just for Sy.”

“I think she’s waited long enough, Mike. This was supposed to be about her.”

“You’re right, how rude of us.”

Like they had some kind of mental connection, all four hands were on her at once, guiding her onto her back.

“That’s better, all spread out and ready for us.” Sy’s voice was dripping with arousal which had the same effect on her cunt.

While Mike worked his way up her legs, Sy’s rough hands cupped her breasts. He stretched out beside her, bringing his face level with her neck. The night before everything had felt rushed, not knowing what time Mike would be back. Now he had the opportunity to tease her until she begged and he was going to take it. It was his turn to leave his mark.

He pinched her nipple hard, causing her to yelp. Her body jerked and her thighs unintentionally closed around Mike who pinned them to the ground, nipping at the sensitive flesh in return.

“Mikey…” she whined, fisting a hand in his hair and trying to pull him higher.

“Sorry, Sweetcheeks, that’s Sy’s game not mine.”

“Mike, when a girl invites you to feast between her legs the only appropriate response is ‘thank you for the opportunity’.”

He shot a glare at his cousin but the pleading look on Jessie’s face forced him to reconsider his position. He dragged her ruined panties down her legs and dove in before he could change his mind again. Mike was rarely one for delayed gratification. He always made sure the ladies warming his bed were taken care of, but he usually did that while buried balls deep.

After tasting the evidence of her arousal, he had to admit, he could see the appeal. He liked the way Jessie’s hips bucked as he fucked her with his tongue. When he replaced it with his fingers and wrapped his lips round her clit, she let out a half cry that was muffled by Sy locking her in a slow, sensual kiss.

The hold Jessie had on Mike’s hair got tighter and he took it as his cue to continue what he was doing. His hand moved faster, his fingers curling upward.

“Oh my god, yes! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

She writhed between the two men, coating Mike’s face with her release. There was no doubt in his mind that everyone in the surrounding tents heard her coming apart and it only made him more turned on.

After pulling a handful of condoms from his bag and tossing them within reach, the impatient boy tore a packet open with his teeth. He quickly rolled it on before shifting Jessie onto her side and slotting his body in behind her. Sy held her top leg with her knee up to her chest, giving the other man room to push into her waiting core.

With every thrust, Mikey pushed Jessie against the hard wall of Sy’s chest as they kissed. The heat coming off both men had her skin practically burning yet her entire body was racked with shivers. She couldn’t tell anymore if the hands roughly squeezing her flesh were Sy’s or Mikey’s, all she knew was that their touch sent her alight.

She wrapped a hand around Sy’s member which throbbed against her palm. He groaned into her mouth when she teased his tip with her thumb, spreading the precum that continued to drip. At her back, Mikey was panting in her ear as he chased his release.

“Nate, roll back.”

The man did as Mikey requested, pulling Jessie on her hands and knees above him. His cousin followed, digging his fingers into her luscious ass and slipping back in.

Mikey’s pace was unforgiving, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the night. Jessie’s breasts bounced enticingly in Sy’s face and he used the opportunity to pull a peaked nipple into his mouth.

“I’m fucking close.”

Jessie met Mikey thrust for thrust until his movements became too erratic to follow. He sank all the way to the hilt into her wet heat, his head falling to Jessie’s shoulder as his entire body shook.

While Mike kept still, coming down from the strongest orgasm he’d ever had, Sy reached for a condom. Mike eventually pulled out, collapsing completely boneless on the pile of blankets.

Once he was suited up and ready to go, Sy lifted Jessie off him and laid her over his cousin.

“Hold her legs spread for me. I wanna see everything.”

He could tell how much Jessie enjoyed having the both of them on her at once and he also knew Mike would need to feel her close while he came down. There was a reason he’d needed to touch her so much while he was high. That was just how he was.

It wouldn’t take much to have Sy finishing. He’d been closed while she’d been sucking his cock, he’d been close while she’d been jerking him off and he would be close as soon as he sank into her. He just had to make sure that she was right there with him.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he said, lowering his head and capturing her lips. He really couldn’t get enough of kissing her.

Jessie’s hands roamed up his arms and shoulders, feeling the way his muscles flexed as he held his weight then she reached down and guided him into her waiting cunt.

True to his word, Sy pulled back holding on to her hips to watch as he slowly fucked into her. Where Mikey had been frantic and impatient, Sy was the epitome of control.

“Hold your knees for me, Sweetcheeks.”

Jessie’s hands replaced Mikey’s keeping her thighs spread wide for Sy. Instead, Mikey pawed at her breasts with one hand and moved the other to her clit. He nipped and kissed her neck from behind, marking her shoulder with love bites. Tomorrow she would proudly wear the marks from Sy on her left side and Mikey on her right.

“I can feel ya stranglin’ my cock, Baby. You gonna come for me?”

“Close,” she spoke on an exhale.

Mikey and Sy doubled down, working in perfect sync.

“That’s it, Sweetcheeks. So fucking sexy taking him like this.”

Jessie didn’t know what to focus on, the lips on her neck, the hand on her tits, the hand between her legs or the cock rubbing against her G spot over and over. Maybe it was all of the above because the next thing she knew, her head was thrown back onto Mikey’s shoulder and she was crying out as she came.

Sy held her against him as her release triggered his own. Her tight walls fluttered around him, milking every last drop of hot cum.

Reluctantly, it was Sy who moved first. If he stayed much longer things were going to get messy and his knees were beginning to hurt. It wasn’t like her could just lay on top of Jessie and Mike. He pulled the condom off, using a packet of baby wipes to clean himself and Jessie then handing it over to Mike to do the same.

“Hey, Sweetheart, you still with us?”

Jessie’s eyelids felt like they weighed a hundred pounds as she opened her eyes and gave Sy a small nod. She hadn’t moved since star-fishing on the blankets.

“I think we fucked her, a bit too well,” Mikey chuckled, tossing the used condom and baby wipes into a plastic bag that had been apparently been designated as the garbage.

“Fuckin’ a girl too well is never a problem unless you were hoping she wouldn’t want to ever see you again,” she mumbled.

The guys locked eyes with each other as they got redressed in boxers and loose shorts. Mikey pulled an extra pair of boxers from his bag and Sy took one of his shirts. They worked together to get Jessie dressed so she wouldn’t freeze throughout the night. She wouldn’t need much more if they slept in a cuddle pile like they had that morning.

“Is that what you want?” Sy asked after the light was switched off and the three of them got settled under the blankets.

“Huh?”

“To not see either of us after this weekend. Is that what you want?”

Mikey unconsciously pulled Jessie tighter against his chest. His arms were wrapped protectively around her shoulders as she snuggled into his chest. Sy moved in closer, resting his forehead on her nape.

“No, that’s not what I want,” she whispered. “But how would that even work? You two clearly didn’t grow up in the same city or even the same state. And what? You two are just going to share me? One week I’m Mike’s and the other I’m Sy’s?”

“Technically, I’d get you all but one month of the year since Sy is only around when he’s on leave.”

Sy shoved Mike in the head for his snarky comment. He didn’t want to let this girl go and he definitely didn’t want Mike scaring her away. His cousin was not known for keeping girls around other than for casual hookups.

“Mike is from New York State and I grew up in Georgia but right now I’m based in North Carolina.”

“So none of us even live in the same state. Great.”

It was Mike who spoke up then, cupping her face and brushing his thumb on the apple of her cheek. “Don’t worry about that now, Sweetcheeks.” He leaned forward, placing a tender kiss on her lips. “If you want us, we’ll make this work.”

Jessie studied his face as best she could in the dark, finding pure sincerity looking back at her. Behind her, Sy made an affirmative hum, kissing her shoulder.

“So this isn’t just anonymous debauchery?”

“Debauchery, yes. Anonymous, no.”

Good because she didn’t think she would be able to pick just one of the two, much less give both up altogether. These boys were hers.

Part 2

#captain syverson x ofc #Mike (Hellraiser) x ofc #mike (hellraiser) #captain syverson #mike (hellraiser) fic #captain syverson fanfiction

[medusapelagia]

Family Dinner

This was supposed to be an entry for an event... but I just realised that the story should have been canon-compliant.

Ops.

Well, here is a whump Modern Alternative Universe Witcher fic!

Rating: Mature Relationship: Jaskier/Gerlat WT: gun violence, blood and injuries, injury recovery, violence, hospital, blood Words: 1166

It’s not the first time that Geralt has been hurt, but it’s the first time he almost died on Jaskier's watch.

Eskel asked him so many times how that could have happened and Jaskier as no answer to that.

They were walking toward Jaskier's apartment, chatting about the pleasant dinner they had with Geralt’s family, it was the first time Geralt introduced Jaskier to them and the young singer was really worried about that, but his family was warm and welcoming, well apart from Lambert, Geralt young brother, but Jaskier wasn’t worry about that. Lambert was jealous and he could totally understand that. He was already thinking about how he was going to win the young boy’s heart when Geralt stopped so abruptly that Jaskier bumped into him and finally noticed that they were surrounded.

One of the boys started to insult Geralt, calling him a pig for being a policeman, and then another aimed the gun at them.

After that, it was the chaos.

One of the boys shot at them and Geralt shielded Jaskier with his body, before falling trying to reach for his gun with a scared and desperate expression on his face, and Jaskier never felt guiltier in all his life because, at that very moment, he realized that he has asked Geralt not to bring his gun at a family dinner.

That’s when Jaskier started to scream.

When Gerald was lying on the pavement in a pool of blood, and Melitele listened to his prayers and sent Eskel, Geralt’s older brother.

“There was so much blood…” Jaskier keeps repeating while they are waiting at the hospital. His clothes and his hands are still covered in Geralt blood, but whenever anyone tries to propose to him to clean up a bit he refuses and starts to scream so loudly that nobody insists “It’s my fault. It’s all my fault.” Jaskier insists, looking at his hands “I told him not to bring the gun. I told him that it was just a dinner. I told him…”

Eskel squeezes Jaskier’s shoulder “It’s not your fault, ok? You weren’t the one holding a gun. You weren’t the one waiting for him with a bunch of criminals to take vengeance. It’s not your fault, ok? Jaskier, look at me. Please.” The man begs, and the young boy slowly lifts his face turning toward Geralt’s brother, but before Eskel can comfort him anymore Lambert, who has gotten to the hospital with their father, stomps in the room.

“It’s all your fault! If you weren’t there he could have got rid of those morons in a blink of an eye! But no! You had to be there, right? You had to suggest to take a shortcut! You had to tell him not to bring a gun. You are a fucking hippie and that almost killed my brother!” Lambert yells and his screams reverberate in the entire hall.

Jaskier tries to make himself even smaller, hiding his face behind his hands, but they are still covered in blood and all he can do is stare at his hands in horror, his breath coming in faster and faster.

“Jaskier, you have to slow down your breathing.” Someone is saying, but Jaskier feels underwater, the noises are muffled and his vision is tunneling.

“Boy. Look at me.”  A stern voice tells him, and Jaskier turns his head when he feels cold hands cupping his face “Good.” An old man murmurs to him, like he is a frightened animal “Can you take a deep breath for me?” the man tells him and Jaskier nods, he would do whatever this man would ask him to “Good boy.” He praises him while he takes his first trembling breath. It’s not deep enough but somehow Jaskier’s chest feels less constricted.

“Another one. In and out. Slowly.” The man commands and Jaskier does exactly what he asks from him and slowly the room gets back into focus.

“What…”

“A little panic attack. Nothing to worry about.” The man smiles at him, sitting next to him, and at that moment Jaskier notices that Eskel is not there.

“Eskel?” He asks, confused.

“He and Lambert got outside a bit, to take some fresh air.” The man replies, squeezing Jaskier’s leg.

“I’m sorry. Lambert was right… It’s all my fault.”

“It is not, kid. And I’m glad you are fine. Do you want to know why?” Jaskier nods softly “Because I know my kid will be ok, but I’m not sure he would have ever been ok if something happened to you. He likes you, Jaskier, he likes you a lot.” The old man says looking at the young singer in the eyes.

“I…We… we just met. I mean… we have been together for just a couple of months…”

“You are the first that Geralt brought into the family. And family means something to us.”

Jaskier lowers his eyes, he knows nothing about families. His parents didn’t want him and abandoned him when he was born and he moved from a foster home to another until he came of age and finally got out of the system and started to play in the underground for a few coins.

That’s how he met Geralt. The policeman was supposed to ask him to move, and he did, but he asked him if he wanted to grab a cup of coffee with him after his shift and Jaskier agreed.

“My kids… they are not mine. Not by blood.” Vesemir says, turning his head “They have different stories and come from different families, but it doesn’t matter to me. They are my kid. And they feel the same. We are family. But we also know that the family is precious and must be protected at any time. That’s why I’m telling you that you are special to him.” Vesemir squeezes Jaskier’s leg again and then he gets up as soon as he sees his two kids getting back.

Lambert's eyes are as red and puffy as Jaskier’s when he gets closer to him and murmurs something that sounds like I’m sorry, but Jaskier is not really listening, he gets up and hugs the younger brother, crying on his shoulder and, after a moment of surprise, Lambert hugs him back, not caring about the blood that is tainting his coat.

They stay like that, holding on to each other until a doctor finally comes to talk with them and tells them that the surgery wasn’t an easy one but they manage to remove the bullets and that Geralt will fully recover in a few weeks.

When the nurse guides them toward Geralt’s room Jaskier is hesitant, he feels like he is intruding: he is not a family member after all. But Eskel takes his hand and drags him gently but firmly into the room, letting him sit in the plastic chair at the bed’s side.

When Geralt finally opens his eyes, hours later, the first thing he sees are Jaskier’s curls, and he smiles.

#medusapelagia fanfic #medusapelagia #the witcher fanfic #whump #TW: gun violence #tw: blood and injury #tw: violence #the witcher #geralt x jaskier #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier

[mother-marilynn]

Men I have a big fat crush on:

I'm pretty new to regular blogging and don't really know what to post about so here's a list of male musicians, actors, and celebrities that I think are really pretty.

Robert Sean Leonard ( He's like the definition of pretty. I mean come on. )

Frank Iero ( Not only is he a fucking amazing musician and super talented he's also really funny and pretty which is cool. )

Jake Webber ( I just love him. He's such a little monster. Don't worry Johnnie's on the list too. )

Jeremy Irons ( Okay, he's mainly on the list due to his role in Lolita 1997 but shhhh. )

Mads Mikkelsen ( How would I make a list of pretty men without him being on here. I want him to ultraviolence me. )

Joey Jordison ( Again, another gremlin I love. His music is so good and he was such a talented drummer. RIP Joey. )

Pedro Pascal ( Pretty basic celeb crush but I don't even care, he's so nice to look at. )

Joseph Gordon-Levitt ( EEEEE He's such an amazing actor and He's honestly just too adorable. )

Keanu Reeves ( The amount of times I've watched the John Wick movies and I don't even like action flicks. )

Wyatt Olef ( I love him so much in I'm not okay with this and he's just such a good actor. He adds so much to movies and such. )

Johnnie Guilbert ( See? I told you. Honestly I love Johnnie for so many reasons. I used to watch his videos when I was like 9 and I still love him even though I'm not emo anymore, that and he's really pretty. )

Ryan Gosling ( Omg, He's so perfect. His duality in acting is actually insane and he's just so hilarious. He's one of those celeb crushes where I also just love him as a person and not just as an icon. )

Theodore Pellerin ( He's one of those actors with such a shockingly pretty face that watching movies with him in it literally makes me so invested. Not to discount his amazing acting. I honestly wish he was in Boy Erased for more scenes because his character could have had so much more depth. I just love him. )

Hugh Laurie ( Just saying if he didn't play House in House. I don't think it would be my favorite show. )

Mikey Way ( Remember when I said I'm not emo anymore? Yeah well I used to be very emo. So your just gonna have to cope with him being on here. He's such a talented bassist and just such a funny person. )

Jensen Ackles ( Something about him as a person AND as the men he plays is so mmm. )

Christian bale ( Can you tell American Psycho is one of my favorite movies??? Christian bale is such an amazing actor and is able to convey emotion so fucking well it's actually insane. I wish he was in more movies. )

Henry Cavill ( I mean, come on. He's superman, AND Geralt. Let's be serious. )

Troye Sivan ( I don't know what about him is so amazing, but I just love him so much for no discernable reason. )

Chino Moreno ( I think the fact that deftones mainly produced horny emo music is the main reason for the appeal. Either way, Chino has always been one of my biggest musician crushes. )

John Krasinski ( Yes, I had to look up how to spell his last name, and yes, I am a painfully huge fan of the office. )

Ryan Reynolds ( Not only is he super pretty but Ryan's acting style is so unique and honestly just amazing. How he is able to literally just be himself in every role is insane and I love it. *also his voice is very hot but you didn't hear that from me* )

Gerard Way ( Again, some things never change. Including my taste in emo men. Gerard way is such a fucking amazing musician, singer, and artist. He's just amazing and has produced so much media that I love. )

Cillian Murphy ( Okay, like, what girl doesn't love this man. He's just so... muah. I also love the fact that actually he's just some loving dad that doesn't know how texting or social media works. )

Daniel Ash ( He's such a talented guitarist and I just love him. I honestly wish I could know more about some older bands. )

Well. I hope you enjoyed this list of random men I love.

And yes, I will be posting A list of female and non-binary people I'm in love with secretly.

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[thedemonofcat]

Decades had passed since Geralt's days of hunting monsters, and with the relentless march of technology and the growth of sprawling cities, the need for Witchers had dwindled to almost nothing.

For Geralt, it had been many years since he had semi-retired. His life had become relatively peaceful, starkly contrasting to the constant fear that once plagued him, the fear that his family would meet gruesome fates at the hands of the creatures he hunted. Yet, amidst the serenity, there were moments when loneliness crept in, moments when he couldn't help but feel adrift.

Dandelion, the bard who had been Geralt's closest friend and lover, had passed away long ago. Their time together had been filled with happiness, but Dandelion, being human, was bound by mortality. Geralt had done everything in his power to protect Dandelion from monsters, but there was no defence against the relentless advance of the disease. Dandelion had succumbed to illness, and Geralt's heart had shattered. Many years later, healers had developed a cure for the ailment that had claimed Dandelion's life, a cruel twist of fate that only deepened Geralt's sorrow.

Geralt had tried to move forward, to honour Dandelion's memory by finding happiness in life. He had Ciri, his brothers, and even a somewhat amicable relationship with Yennefer. But love, the kind of love he had shared with Dandelion, remained elusive.

Then, one fateful day while driving, Geralt heard a song on the radio sung by a rising star named Jaskier. To Geralt's astonishment, the voice singing the song was unmistakably Dandelion's. Unable to believe his ears, Geralt embarked on a quest to find this musician, driven by a hope he dared not voice.

To his surprise, Jaskier not only sounded like Dandelion; he was Dandelion, or at least appeared to be. The same visage, the same voice, and somehow, even the same scent. However, there was a significant hitch in their reunion – Jaskier had no memory of Geralt.

Desperate to unravel the mystery of how Dandelion had become Jaskier without unsettling the singer, Geralt faced a problem. He couldn't simply tell Jaskier the truth, that he might be the reincarnation of his long-dead lover.

This dilemma led Geralt to a seemingly logical solution. He decided to take on the role of Jaskier's bodyguard, a way to stay close to the bard without revealing his true identity, all the while yearning for the day when he might uncover the enigma that bound his beloved Dandelion to this new life as Jaskier.

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I’ve had this random thought since last night about AWAU that I can’t get rid of, so I decided to share:

How would Jaskier react to someone living in Kaer Morgen who doesn’t like music? Idk why but I can’t help but think he would either be dead set on getting said person to like music or just resignedly moan about said person not having musical culture.

Then I get the thought of what if said person does come to like music but only when they hear a different bard for the first time. Say like Priscilla the first time she visits Kaer Morhen.

Anyway, what do you think?

Jaskier would be baffled and slightly offended, I think.

If the person ended up loving Priscilla's music, though, he'd be gloriously torn between personal offense and being so proud of his friend, who is such a wonderful singer and musician, seriously, have you heard her song about the three sisters -

(Geralt and Eskel: We cannot tell if this is better or worse than him just being glum about not everyone liking his music.)

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