#wounded jaskier

[patroclusdefencesquad]

i'm ignoring the existence of the witcher season 2 in my head yennefer and jaskier bumped into each other going down the mountain in episode 6 and decided to travel together just to spite geralt

#society if yennefer and jaskier were travel buddies >>> #they also ''hate'' fucked #they separated briefly for sodden but then found each other straight after #jaskier tended to yen's wounds #it was v tender #they bumped into geralt and ciri at nenneke's #and he was like. what #(they make out in front of him a lot) #yennskier #the witcher

[fangirlsfavoritebardboy]

Jaskier: *writes a popular hit song about how he and Geralt aren't friends anymore and how he has no ties to him*

The townspeople: Hey you're The Witcher's Bard, right?

#the witcher #jaskier #jaskier the bard #the witcher netflix #julian alfred pankratz #he can't get away from it #even Rience was like where's your witcher #as if Jaskier isn't his own person #and it's just #it's not even a secret #burn butcher burn #witcher netflix #talk about adding salt to the wound

[aramblingjay]

Geraskier headcanon: witchers are humans too, aka Geralt could survive on nothing but spite and willpower with no sleep and minimal food, but that doesn’t mean he should (and Jaskier makes sure he won’t)

Geralt doesn’t need to follow normal circadian patterns, but it’s better if he does. He can see nearly as well in the dark as during the day, but too much prolonged night vision leaves him with stinging eyes and splitting headaches. Sleep can be an afterthought for days at a time, but after several consecutive hours of rest he’s less likely to be overwhelmed by every little sound or scent. His metabolism can process just about any food he gets his hands on, or shut off entirely if he can’t get his hands on any at all, but his grumpiness is directly related to the quality and quantity of his last three meals

Of course Geralt doesn’t really realize most of this, because he’s never taken enough care of himself to find out. It won’t kill him to travel at night when there are fewer people around to curse and spit at him, so he often does. It won’t kill him to skip a meal or two when a town seems particularly hostile. His stomach growls and his head feels like someone’s using it for target practice and he has to wait several days before heading into the city because every sound grates on his ears, but to Geralt that’s just life on the Path

Along comes Jaskier

Jaskier does not share Geralt’s views about neglecting his self-care, but more importantly, Jaskier is very much not a Witcher and physically can’t function on Geralt’s schedule. At first this is an annoyance, and Geralt overdoes it in an effort to make Jaskier realize that following him around isn’t the life he wants. But Jaskier can outstubborn literally anyone, and just hangs on like a (very lovable) barnacle the more Geralt tries to push him away

Eventually, there comes a breaking point. Jaskier trips over something in the dark and nearly splits his skull open on a rock. Jaskier is so sleep-deprived and drained of energy he very quietly asks if Geralt would be willing to carry his lute for him. Jaskier hasn’t had enough water in days, and loses his voice when he tries to perform at the next inn they stop at. Geralt has two options: 1) use this as a final opportunity to rid himself of Jaskier forever or 2) adapt

To nobody’s surprise (except maybe Geralt’s), he adapts. They start to travel only during the day and rest when it’s dark. If some dire circumstance presents itself (sometimes people take exception to him, or Jaskier is recognized by the wrong husband) and they have to flee in the night, Jaskier gets to ride on Roach. He tries to make sure they stop early enough and leave late enough that Jaskier gets at least six hours of sleep most nights. Geralt starts carrying a second waterskin and takes detours to make sure they pass by a stream whenever it begins to empty

As a result, Geralt accidentally takes better care of himself too. He’s lived so long in a constant state of discomfort that he doesn’t even understand what’s happening the first time he wakes up completely pain-free, no headache, an unfamiliar lightness in his muscles, eyes bright and sharp, ears attuned to every sound but equally able to filter them out, and strangely calm. Geralt didn’t even know it was possible to feel like this, thought his aches and pains and weariness was just the consequence of the Path. Some of it is, but turns out sleeping and eating well and not overtaxing your senses can help your physical and mental wellbeing. Who knew? Not Geralt

Geralt does his best to describe it to Jaskier who has to try very, very hard not to cuddle his witcher into the next dimension in response. After that, it’s Jaskier’s mission to make sure Geralt doesn’t push his limits more than he absolutely has to. “Just because you can doesn’t mean you should, Geralt!” When he sees Geralt tiring (or what counts as tiring for a witcher), Jaskier makes a show of how much he’d like a bed for the night so they camp at an inn and Geralt can rest in an actual bed. He likes to order Geralt’s favorite meats and wines when they go to taverns, even if it means kicking up a fuss (Geralt won’t ask for an extra portion himself, he’s just happy enough to be served at all, but luckily he has no reservations about stealing off Jaskier’s plate)

Jaskier can always tell when Geralt’s taking care of himself, sees the way he moves more freely and smiles more easily and (on the really good days) barks out beautiful, booming laughs at Jaskier’s bawdier jokes

#the witcher #geraskier #geraskier headcanons #turns out this applies to other needs as well #including having non-fatal wounds patched up and treated because they won’t kill him and will heal on their own but it hurts less this way #he doesn’t NEED stitches and salve and bandages but jaskier will tend to that little cut with everything he’s got because geralt deserves it #he doesn’t NEED to be held and praised and loved but by the gods is it nice #jaskier helping geralt learn he gets to have nice things just because he wants them even if he doesn’t need them to survive #*writing

[pop-punk-jaskier]

Down And Out // Exit Wound

#down and out #exit wound #jaskier #pop-punk jaskier #pop punk #pop punk lyrics

[process-pending]

Pacing, Geralt counts off his steps, reminding himself of reasons why he shouldn’t leave and find Marx.    One.    It’s not what Witchers do.    Two.    Doesn’t have to be sanctioned.    Three.    Eskel would be disappointed. So would Lambert. That he didn’t get to help.    Four.    Jaskier wouldn’t want me to.

Take Me Back (Chapter 12)

#Witcher #Modern AU #Biker AU #Geraskier #Hurt/Comfort #Jaskier Uses a Cane #Disabled Jaskier #Angst #Fluff #Found Family #This is my attempt at bandaging the wound I dealt your feels last chapter

[emmavakarian-theirin]

i have a question

#i mean the outfit kinda looks like a retexture of a pre-existing outfit but it works #the head.... they done yassified jaskier. jassified if you will #but also if this is someone's MOD the company have used then sure i don't mean to disrespect that #but if a whole ass AAA game company wound up with that???? like.... ?? #also i've wanted an excuse to use that video as a reaction for SO long #also also i'm aware it says WORK IN PROGRESS and that the change is optional but still #the witcher 3

[melinoiaagesander]

Chapter 9 is up! :)

#geralt of rivia #geraskier #jaskier the bard #jaskier #lily lavender chamomile #my fanfiction #myfic #fanfic #fanfiction #netflix the witcher #the witcher #the witcher season 2 #angst #jealousy #geralt is jealous #tending to wounds

[islenthatur]

Look, look... plot bunny has bitten me. We all know Jaskier is a man of many talents, he graduated top of his class for the 7 liberal arts.

We also know he would basically do anything to help ease the path for Geralt. So what if instead of teaching each winter, he decided to learn a trade.

Healing from the best healers he knows to make sure that when Geralt is wounded he can help stitch him, carry and make salves, mix the herbs Geralt will need for potions.

New HC though would be a leathersmith? Jask learnt how to tan hides properly from geralt, he'd have to for extra money to trade or sell. But what if one day Geralt's armour was nearly destroyed beyond repair and Jask just thought 'huh I should learn how to fix that' and he does. He spends several winters with many leathersmiths till his own reputation under another name began to proceed him?

Just picture witchers clamouring to get their sword caloused hands on these leather pieces that are Witcher durable and finding one was like finding a dragon... and geralt just... comes home with a WHOLE SET of Julek Armour and his brothers are just 'Geralt where the fuck did you get your hands on a WHOLE SET!?'

Geralt is just confused and mutters. "My bard??"

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #jaskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier/geralt #jaskier loves geralt #jaskier is skilled #plot bunies #the witcher fandom #fanfiction #geraskier

[wannastayugly]

forget "besties" they're husbands here fr

Jaskier taking care of Geralt's wounds <3 Commissioned by @jaskierofrivia

#geraskier #jaskier the bard #geralt of rivia #my fanart

[thewitcheress2389]

Hello! If you feel like it, could you write something for Geralt x reader? Reader is touch starved and doesn't want to initiate affection, but Geralt catches on bc she relaxes when their shoulders brush or when he pats her shoulder. One day he's had enough of her being so uptight, so he holds her and she just goes boneless with relief.

I relate to this so much Anon, putting my own feelings in this one❤️😂 Hope you enjoy! Sorry if it's jumbled, I was in a state when I wrote this XD

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A Witcher's Senses

You forget that a witcher has enhanced senses. Funny enough, Geralt doesn't really need them to figure out your problem.

Most men don't understand, but witchers are even more ignorant. They don't have the need to be held, the need to be touched. Not like a woman like you needs. And you don't just mean "touched" because not all touch is good. Some touch is selfish, uncomfortable, and lacking all mannerisms of a proper gentleman.

No. You want touch to be gentle, full of love.

Geralt was the only man that you could share this with-without his knowledge. Witchers weren't exactly ones for holding hands or exchanging hugs. The only affection they ever receive is from a one night stand that they paid for with their gold from a gruesome hunt. The closest you've ever been to Geralt with his knowledge is when you had to clean his wounds after a dicey encounter with a leshen or a werewolf.

But you needed more. You craved more from him.

"Y/N, can you tie up Roach." It was a command from Geralt, who wasn't looking at you as he handed you the leather reins. You eyed his hand, the way his fingers gently caressed the leather.

"Yeah." You said softly, reaching out to grab hold of the horse. And then, your fingers touched.

You lingered, lingered longer than expected. His skin was rough, but also very warm. You loved it, you loved the feeling that you haven't had in years. You didn't care that he was a witcher. He was still a man that had warm skin and a gentle aura about him. His touch made you relax. Softly, you began to smile to yourself.

"Y/N, Roach is getting anxious." Geralt's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you realized that he had let go of the reins long ago, his touch gone. You blushed in embarrassment when he finally heard Roach pawing the ground.

Mumbling an apology, you led the mare to a nearby tree, Geralt's gaze following you the whole way.

He wasn't stupid.

Jaskier might call him uncaring, ignorant, and hardy but the witcher was actually quite the opposite. He had better sight, better hearing, and a better sense of smell than most men. But even with all that, he struggles to read people sometimes. You were shy, didn't say much to him, but your eyes held so much emotion. But you, you were more obvious than you probably wanted.

When you pretend to trip and bump into him, your heartrate softens.

When he pats your shoulder after a fearful encounter, your muscles relax.

When you grab something from him and your fingers touch, your eyes glow and you smile to yourself.

You longed for touch. You needed it, but you didn't want anyone to know that. You were scared to initiate contact, which Geralt sensed when you were just around him. Your quick breathing, nervousness, and raised heartrate. You were uneasy because you lacked the touch you craved, that only he seemed to be able to give you.

Now with the knowledge he had, Geralt was confused. Why did you seek him out?

He was a witcher, covered in scars and years of abuse. He didn't know what a soft touch felt like unless he paid for it. Geralt didn't know how to give you what you wanted, however, you seemed to know. You were pretty, so it shouldn't be hard for him. Despite all the negative things that Jaskier has said about him, he always has mentioned that Geralt has more of a heart than most witchers.

Perhaps Geralt just needs to find that heart and give it to you.

So, one night, he did.

You guys were sitting by the fire, Roach was grazing nearby, and Geralt just got done putting things away. He then moved to sit next to you. Close to you. Immediately, his senses picked up your beating heart and nervous sweat. You weren't the only one nervous. Geralt was too. However, he cared about you, he knew what you needed and how he could give it.

The witcher scooted closer and placed an arm around you, pulling you into his chest.

"Geralt?" Your voice was small, face extremely red. The witcher, however, was calm as he rubbed his calloused hand over your shoulder to soothe you.

"Shh...just relax." Geralt said and you did. It was like you melted at his warm touch. Every organ in your body immediately calmed down; your heartrate slowed, breathing slowed, and everything else just relaxed. You sighed pleasantly, finding yourself moving closer to him out of impulse.

"Why are you doing this?" You couldn't stop yourself from asking him, the warmth from both him and the fire easing you. The fire light flickered in his cat-like eyes as he swallowed nervously.

"Because I needed it. I needed your touch." He told you, smiling a bit. Relief seemed to fill in your eyes as you took in his words. Every time that you were afraid to initiate any form of contact was just your nerves getting the best of you. Geralt said he needed you, just like you needed him. You nuzzled your head into his shoulder.

However, Geralt said that to ease you, or that's what he thought.

But he found himself relaxing at your touch as well.

#the witcher #the witcher imagine #the witcher geralt #witcher geralt #geralt of rivia #geralt x reader #geralt imagine

[fangirleaconmigo]

Geralt x Dandelion (Jaskier) in The Witcher books Masterpost

I thought I would make a masterpost for my "I Can't Believe It's Not Fanon" (otherwise known as..."facts that sound like Geraskier fic writers made them up but are, in fact, book canon") series.

I will add to this post, so rb it and keep an eye on it. I have at least one more big post coming up.

Geralt rescuing Dandelion from kidnappers (and slaughtering and threatening a bunch of people for him)

Geralt plays it cool, but secretly loves Dandelion's singing

Geralt and Dandelion Domesticity (sharing beds and clothing)

Geralt and Dandelion Domesticity (pooling money and Dandelion bullying racists)

Geralt is Dandelion's specialest boy (Dandelion defending Geralt)

Dandelion is Geralt's Most Important Damsel (Geralt defending Dandelion)

Geralt and Dandelion patching up each other's wounds

Geralt learning Dandelion's real name

Sweet quiet moment of Geralt asking Dandelion's advice (and Dandy begging him not to kill a dragon)

A doppler turns into Dandelion to protect itself from Geralt and it gets more interesting from there.

So the tag is I Can't Believe It's Not Fanon, and I also do a series called Canon or Fanon in response to asks. But since the tag system on tumblr isn't great, there are the biggies. Just thought I'd make it a little easier on you guys.

#geraskier #the witcher #gerlion #geralt of rivia #jaskier #dandelion #thinking about the witcher books yet again #i can't believe it's not fanon #fanon or canon

[ladyannemarie5]

Okay. So, I was finally able to sit down and properly watch The Witcher Vol. 2.

Then…

Things we learned/confirmed about our bard in Vol. 2:

He thinks there's nothing under Radovid's mask.

Chose his family over his love.

He knows all the smuggling routes in Oxenfurt thanks to his work as the Sandpiper.

Even though Radovid broke his heart, he wanted to help him to run away

His singing is so beautiful that it makes the dryads cry

Milva, welcome to Jaskier's harem (The Hansa is becoming more and more real).

Geralt's best friend

Sings love songs in elder (for Geralt obviously)

Ciri considers him 100% her family

He doesn't know that Radovid was more than willing to leave his position as prince to go after him (my heart can't take this)

He doesn't know that he is no longer the crush of the prince of Redania but now he is the crush of the King of Redania

Frivolity as a coping mechanism (because of course he'd write at least 3 songs and an epic poem about Geralt's death).

He sits and stands next to a wounded Geralt (just as in the fanfics *cry*).

He holds Geralt's hand when he's hurt and Geralt leans on him (as in the fanfics).

Knows the ingredients of Witcher potions (Maybe Vesemir himself taught him *father-in-law-son-in-law moment* or maybe Geralt himself taught him *husbands moment*)

He's the emotional support bard for EVERYONE (Geralt, Yennefer, Ciri and even Dara) but who the hell is my baby's emotional support?

He writes his songs seeing Geralt being Witcher (as in the fanfics :3).

He doesn't know that Rience is dead

Geralt is his personal bodyguard who will brutally kill whoever touches his bard (once again, just as in the fanfics \^^/)

Jaskier knows that the brooch is important to Geralt and possibly knows about Renfri.

Geralt even trusts him with his sword

He finally has a fucking horse, and it better be named Pegasus.

And once again, Joey Batey is the love of my life.

#take me sooo long #very sad that Henry will be gone next season #jaskier #the witcher netflix #radovid #radskier #geraskier #geralt of rivia #geralt x jaskier #joey batey

[mylarena]

i think that if jaskier was cursed into a cat or wolf or bird or something, geralt would never figure out that the animal was him without outside influence. jaskier would try his damnedest but get no where, no matter how fucking obvious it was.

he could perch on his lute and pluck out a song as a bird and geralt would just shoo him off and scold him because 'that is a delicate instrument and jaskier would kill him if there was even a scratch on it. well, he would really just make a huge fuss about it and sulk for days.'

as a wolf jaskier could dig through his bags and drag a potion to him and geralt would be too loopy with blood loss to realize that its a little odd for a wolf to know exactly which potion he needed and where to get it. he dismisses these notions as hallucinations when he wakes up the next day.

and geralt really shouldve taken the hint when a cat didnt hiss and flee from him. not to mention the familiar brown color of the cat's pelt and his cornflower blue eyes, or the strangely melodic way he meows.

and of course, jaskiers absence doesnt slip his notice. he had followed his trail happen to head the same way that rumors of the witcher's bard's travels directed him. when he got there, the tavern keep had handed over jaskier's lute and told him that the bard disappeared without a trace.

hence, his traveling. any trails he can find all go dead, and hes getting worried and desperate annoyed by having to carry around jaskier's lute everywhere. but for whatever reason, an animal has made itself his companion in jaskier's stead. its not the same, but its comforting to have a presence at his side as he searches for his bard.

sure, the animal is a little weird- it constantly makes its weird noises, oftentimes eerily familiar, but geralt just attributes that to the fact that he has his bard on his mind all the time. sure, it seems to dote on him after hunts, prodding and poking him until he treats his wounds, but it might just know that the scent of blood would draw in predators in the forest.

when he finally gives in and locates yennefer to track jaskier down, she looks at him like hes a fucking moron.

#jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #geralt of rivia #yennefer of vengerberg #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #the witcher #this is probably really messy to read but i have things to do and i cant read through it to make sure it actually reasonably coherent #anyways! i think about them a lot #myposting

[spielzeugkaiser]

Geraskier Lovechild Masterpost

Once again: This became more than I anticipated... [Backstory] [The beginning] [Traveling with Geralt] [Jaskier is a good Dad] [Jaskier is a good Dad II] [Jaskier has stretch marks] [Milek is ill - meeting Visenna] [Yennefer finds out] [Milek loves horses] [Jaskier is teaching Milek to write] [Adventures make tired..] [Little Baby has a flower name] [Milek wants a pet] [the reality of being a witcher is more gritty] [Milek is anxious] [How old is Milek?] [Jaskier is herding goats] [Milek bumps into Eskel] [Milek bumps into Eskel - II] [Eskel and Milek playing] [Reading a story] [Eskel makes Jaskier eat] [Eskel and Jaskier talk] [Jaskiers jobs through the years] [Jaskier and Milek through the years] [The Baby loves animals] [The Baby loves animals - III] [Milek puts Jaskier to bed] [Milek is ill and Geralt feels helpless] [meeting Valdo and riding a horse] [Jaskier carrying baby Milek] [giggles] - [chonky bebe] [everything changes] [Milek and Jaskier talking about his time in the brothel] [Jaskier is a tired dad] [Jaskier giving birth] [Jaskier and Radovid in this AU] [What led Milek to run away] [Jaskier and Milek travelled to Kaer Morhen] [Spending time at Kaer Morhen] [Milek drew Geralt a picture] [Geralt sees a picture of the Baby] [How it should have been] [Geralt is a dad too!] [Milek talks with Ciri]

[Milek meeting all the other AUs]

Fanfiction: Sweet Little Lies (by Omission) by @alaskanbby Small Mercies by @alaskanbby If Only It were so Easy by @alaskanbby Just a Pinch of Salt in the Wound, You'll Be Fine by @oldandkinky All that counts now by @kell-be-belle I have my reasons why by @magdelanesingerin Unfair by @magdelanesingerin

#omegaverse #the witcher #geraskier #jaskier #geralt #geralt of rivia #geraskier lovechild #julian alfred pankratz

[inexplicifics]

🧡 geraskier for the kiss game 🥰

When he’s still coming down from his potions, everything is too loud, too bright, too scratchy, too bitter. Usually, Geralt pushes through that - he’s been trained to do so, as every witcher is - and sometimes the routine of cleaning his armor and swords, making sure his trophy is bundled up in oilcloth, and bandaging any injuries he may have taken - in whatever order seems best at the time - is enough that he can almost forget that the light is like daggers in his brain and his tunic feels like it weighs as much as full plate.

Or rather, that is what Geralt used to do, before Jaskier.

These days, when he gets back to camp, still black-eyed and corpse-pale, stained with the ichor of his kills, Jaskier is waiting. There’s a bucket of water beside the fire so Geralt doesn’t need to use an Igni to warm it, and clean cloths stacked next to it, and a White Honey in case even Geralt’s twice-Grassed strength is not enough to bear the potions he has had to take.

And Jaskier is waiting, setting his lute down as soon as he sees Geralt approaching and bouncing to his feet to help Geralt out of his armor, murmuring under his breath at the mess and the recalcitrant buckles but never raising his voice enough for it to hurt Geralt’s too-sensitive ears. He lets Geralt clean his armor, because Geralt is particular about it, but Jaskier has learned to stitch up a wound and to apply poultices, and it’s his clever hands that wipe the ichor and blood from Geralt’s skin with soft cloths soaked in warm water, gently enough that it doesn’t scratch at all.

And when everything has been tended, Jaskier coaxes Geralt down onto their shared bedroll, where he can rest his head on Jaskier’s chest and listen to the bard’s heartbeat and the low murmuring of Jaskier’s constant chatter - still kept almost too quiet for any but witcher ears to hear - while Jaskier strokes his hair in long, gentle passes.

The fire is still too bright, but Geralt can look away from it. Speech would still be too loud, but Geralt can focus on the steady quick beat of Jaskier’s heart, and tune out everything else. Cloth would still be too rough, but Jaskier’s skin is soft, his surprisingly abundant hair also astonishingly fluffy. Geralt has gotten into the habit of rubbing his fingers over it, just gently, and focusing on that tiny tickling sensation instead of anything else.

He loses time, like that. He has no idea how long it takes him to purge the potions from his system; how long until his eyes are yellow once again, his skin a slightly less unnatural white. But however long it takes, Jaskier is there holding him, ever-moving hands steady on Geralt’s hair and shoulders, ever-babbling tongue made softer for Geralt’s sake.

Is it any wonder, then, that when Geralt feels like the world is bearable again, the first thing that he does is push himself up just far enough to kiss those singing lips?

(Or here on AO3!)

#questions answered #ask meme #heart asks #geraskier #snippet

[inanoldhousewrites]

Geralt limps.

Of all the changes between this journey and all their others, this is the thing that stands out to Jaskier. Not the new Roach, not Milva striding beside them, not the fact that instead of wandering wherever the next contract calls them they have an urgent mission, not the fact that everything is different about their relationships to Yennefer. No, it is only this fact.

Geralt limps.

When they first started traveling together, Jaskier was the one who was prone to limping: his boots were truly not made for traversing long distances. Blistered abounded, accompanied by the occasional misstep leading to a tender ankle. But Geralt, would tred on, surefooted as anything.

This time, Geralt limps.

Geralt has been one of the constants in Jaskier's life, one of the unchangeable facets. Find Geralt, follow him, sing about him, never doubt him for a second. Jaskier used to be able to keep time by Geralt's sure and consistent footfalls.

But now, Geralt limps.

As a witcher, Geralt's healing is both accelerated and magnified, bolstered by his potions, which would kill a normal man. Jaskier once saw Geralt stuff his own entrails back into his body and sew the wound shut. His ability to heal from almost anything was as unquestionable in Jaskier's mind as the sun rising.

And yet, Geralt limps.

Jaskier was a young man when he first met Geralt, and in the ensuing decades has not been untouched by time. He wakes with aches now, stiffness that would have been unthinkable in those early days. The road of aging stretched before him, the inescapable path of slowing, weakening, and eventually having to stay behind, while Geralt, seemingly unaging, walked on.

But instead, Jaskier walks easily and Geralt limps.

Geralt has always had one unswerving objective: walk the Path. Kill monsters, collect coin. Nothing could move him from the Path, not adoring bards, not alluring sorceresses. And then a young princess compelled him to walk a different path. She became the sole objective. It is to her that Geralt is going, and nothing will keep him from her, not time, not injury, not as long as he has breath. And where Geralt goes, Jaskier is determined to be by his side.

So Geralt limps on and Jaskier keeps pace behind him.

#the witcher #twn s3 #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geraskier #geraskier ficlet #i haven't been writing much but I'm still not over these two