#very satisfying to be finally able to draw her... she has infested my mind... just scuttles around in it without even paying rent

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OC development time..... my shayla.......

[3pirouette]

Fic: Roughing It

Title: Roughing It By: TriplePirouette/3Pirouette Disclaimer: They're not mine. Word Count: 1601 Distribution: AO3 Anyone else please ask first :)

Story Summary: This was no place for the love of his life.

Satisfies the “moonlight” square on my Steggy Bingo, also for a tumblr prompt “I wish you would write a fic where Peggy and Steve are both Cap in modern times (or 40s)” Set Post Civil War

A/N: Totally 100% inspired by Outlander quote from season 1

~*~ Inspired by the following Outlander quote:

Murtagh: I’ll saddle the horses; you take hold of Claire. We’ll be away from here this very night.   Jamie: And how would we live? Horrocks was my best chance, now I may be an outlaw for good. Murtagh: We’ll live off the land. Or has castle life made ye soft? Jamie: Would ye have me sleeping under a tree, come winter, with my wife?

~*~

This was no place for the love of his life.

It was dirty, and rat infested, but they were down to their last few dollars and until they managed to figure out how, exactly they were going to make money and stay off the US radar, it was all they had.

That, and each other.

He watched her from the flimsy folding chair across the room, eyes glued tight to how she carefully brushed out her hair, how she rolled and set it with strips of fabric from a face cloth she’d cut up. The artist in him wished he had a book to sketch in or a phone to take a picture. The moonlight flooded around her, bathing her in a silver glow as her fingers separated out the long, wet strands of hair and deftly rolled them up and tied them tight.

He could draw her for hours the way the moonlight settled on her, making her look like a goddess made of platinum, strong and soft, beautiful and tender… It was a familiar look, but he never tired of it. Even in just his oversized shirt, she was beautiful to look at.

They kept the lights off in the small studio apartment as soon as the sun went down, and it reminded him more than he wanted to say of those days back in London when they’d hear the sirens and turn off all the lights and just wait for the moment something exploded around them.

He felt like he was always waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something to explode figuratively or literally, and it kept his heart pounding in his chest.

They had a little, thanks to T’Challa and Shuri and a quick, undetectable wire. Peggy had been squirreling away money in a little hidden account she called her ‘rainy day fund’ and had always just smiled and winked and said “Once a spy, always a spy,” when he asked why she’d been putting the money away.

Steve was thankful for those few thousands they were able to get and split up between the group of them. It wasn’t like they’d actually thought about anything besides doing the right thing in the heat of it. They certainly hadn’t thought about bringing silly things with them like ID and bank cards or thought about how to survive while on the run. It was enough to get started, and enough to get by- especially if they were careful.

They’d split the money and gone their separate ways, planning to meet up in a few months. He’d been nervous, separating, but knew that out of all of them, he and Peggy would be the easiest to spot and the hardest to hide. They were giving Sam, Natasha, and Wanda a shot at relative anonymity. He and Peggy would get by… they always had.

He hadn’t minded sleeping rough during the war, but this wasn’t exactly the same. On the run, hiding in abandoned buildings and sneaking into empty hotel rooms was necessary but harsh. Holding her close at night while her teeth chattered made him want to scream. But she always smiled up at him in the morning, ready for wherever the day might take them.

The little apartment they’d finally landed in wasn’t much, barely more than enough room for the old mattress on its rusted springs and a half kitchenette with a stove that didn’t always work and a sink in the bathroom that dripped endlessly. It might have been less than ideal, but the landlord took cash and didn’t ask any questions.

“I can feel you watching me,” she murmured, rolling up her last curl and tying the ends of the piece of rag tightly. She smiled up at him. “You’re thinking so hard you’re going to give me a headache.”

He gave her a half smile and shifted back in his chair, not at all embarrassed that he’d been caught.

Peggy stood, moving in and out of the shafts of moonlight like a mythical creature until she straddled him, sitting back on his knees. Steve settled his hands at her hips, fingering the threadbare cotton of the undershirt, thinking that she looked like a dangerous Medusa with the rags in her hair to set her curls. He looked her over, his fingers moving with his gaze, thinking of the softness under them, thinking of the power under them, and how he’d been lucky enough to see both.

Peggy tired of the toying after a minute and took both his hands in hers, sighing. “You’re swimming in the melancholy again, my darling.” She kissed his knuckles and held his hands tight. She waited a breath as he looked at her, but finally could take the quiet no more. “Talk to me, Steve.”

He almost laughed at her earnestness. He shook his hand and wrapped his arms around her, wanting to fold into her as he held on tight, wanting to fall within her and forget all of this was happening. He buried his face in her neck, breathing the scent of her sun kissed skin in as she wrapped her arms around him, fingers running through his hair and massaging his scalp.

Her nails weren’t red anymore. They couldn’t afford the time, money, or the visibility, to go looking for something as frivolous as nail polish.

At least, that’s what she told him when he mentioned it one night.

He owed her something, at least, if he couldn’t give her cozy beds and proper curlers and bright nail polish. Words. He held her tighter for a moment before lifting his head. “This isn’t what I wanted.”

His words were soft and gentle, but the meaning was sharp and harsh. He knew neither of them had wanted this, had wanted any of it from the moments when he held her close, tucked under his shield tight as the Valkyrie dove from the sky, splashing down in the cold water beneath them.

She waited, face open and unjudging, for him to continue.

He shook his head and kissed her forehead, still trying to turn the jumble of feelings into sentences. “You deserve—”

Peggy pressed her finger to his lips, stilling them. “Now don’t you go on with all of that ‘what if’ and ‘should be’ nonsense again.” She shifted, taking his face in her hands and forcing his eyes to hers. “Neither of us could have imagined that this is where we’d end up. But we’ve both always stood up for what we’ve believed in, no matter how difficult, and that has brought us here.” Peggy leaned forward, kissing his forehead gently.

Steve closed his eyes, relishing the feel of her lips on his head, before taking her hands in his, lifting them from his cheeks, and kissing each in turn. “This place, Peg…”

She smiled softly. “Would it have been all that different after the war? A little apartment in Brooklyn on a soldier’s pay while we try to decide what’s next? Pipes that rattle and rickety furniture and you and me against the world?” She kissed his lips this time, soft and sure.

“A house,” he whispered as he chased her lips for another kiss. “With a yard and a porch and a—”

Peggy kissed him quiet before leaning back, serious. “We’ll never know.” She shook her head and ran her fingers through the scruff on his cheeks that was slowly turning into a full beard. “We will never know what might have been. But what I do know…” Tears gathered in her eyes as she looked at him, pushing his growing hair from his forehead. “What I do know is that I’d rather be anywhere, anywhere, with you and a clear conscience, than in some warm fuzzy bed and having sold my soul for something I don’t believe in.”

He squeezed her hands tight, looking away for a moment before finding her eyes again. “And if we never get out of this little shit hole?”

She chuckled at him. “Then it will be our little shit hole.” She stood, pulling him up with her and tugging him towards the bed, pushing him down on it before crawling in next to him. “I don’t know what will happen tomorrow,” Peggy whispered, sliding up against him as he arranged the rough blanket over them. “And I know that that eats at you.”

Steve tugged her tight against him, the moonlight falling on her skin again, making her look like a beauty out of a silent movie. “It would be nice to plan, just for once.”

Peggy settled against his chest, kissing the bare flesh there. “I plan on being with you,” Peggy breathed softly, “today, tomorrow, and however long the two of us have left in this world.” She hummed melodiously, eyes fluttering shut. “Dripping bathroom faucet and all.”

Steve shifted one of her knotted curls over from where it was digging into his shoulder as she relaxed into sleep. He watched her breathing slow, her lips part as she fell deeper away from consciousness, and felt a warmth rise up in him at the thought of holding her, just like this, for the rest of his days.

Tomorrow he’d try to fix that faucet. Then maybe he’d head down to the docks, see if there were any jobs that would trade a day’s wages for a little muscle and heavy lifting. Maybe, if they were going to be here a while, he’d try to make their little shit hole a little less shitty.

For now, Peggy and the moonlight would have to be enough.  

[dancedelion]

omg have you heard Tolerate It from taylor swifts new album? it reminds me of your fics so much idk if you might wanna use it as a prompt. specifically "if it's all in my head tell me now, tell me i've got it wrong somehow / i know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it" but also just like the whole song in general hahaha xo

Ahhh you’re so right! It’s a really great song. (My other favorites from the album are ‘champagne problems’ and ‘right where you left me’) Thank you so much for the ask and the suggestion! I’m sorry it took me so long to actually get to writing a fic about it, I was busy with uni but I've been thinking about the fic all this time. I hope you like it!

Here it is (or here on ao3):

Geralt of Rivia is a man made of stone. He endures. The world spins around him, he stays the same. For a long time, he does. Nothing can faze him, nothing draws more than a sigh from him.

(He is the first man on earth.)

Nothing could surprise him or catch him off guard. He watches, he hears and he expects the unexpected. The way a witcher learns to feel the world, with all its contradictions, the threats in a gift and the gift in a threat. He learns to become the monster he hunts and understand its ravenous hunger. He has learned to recognize a trap and to walk straight into it, head held high.

(He weathers it.)

His knees might break, his leg might be bruised, might be bleeding, might be crushed beneath the enormous body of a monster he killed, but as long as it can move, he will move it. No gash in his arm will stop him from hunting. No slammed door will stop him from sleeping.

(He weathers the storms, the nights, the long days, the sad days.)

He sleeps in the woods. On rainy days, he sleeps wet. On snowy days, he sleeps cold. In monster-infested parts of the woods, he sleeps with one eye open.

(He weathers the stares and the talk and children running from him in the streets.)

No insult, no matter how well-deserved, can stop his stone heart. No breathing thing, no matter how misguided, no matter how wasted, no matter how cruel, can stop him from saving it.

(Nothing can break this curse, no true love’s kiss, no dragon’s breath. He wanders the world, he is made of stone.)

He doesn’t need.

(He weathers the crickets chirping close by.)

Nothing can change his opinion once he has made up his mind.

(Coin does not move him. Threats don’t move him. Do you dare to call the mountains noble? Do you grant a rock the notion of honour?)

Some things, a woman with soft skin and a sharp blade, a young girl with a future, stones in the street – some things leave him unbalanced. But in the end, even that belongs in his life, because it turned out to be made of pain.

But then –

Like the only thing that has ever been sudden. Like a flash from a time he does not remember. Something changes.

Someone changes. Him.

His mind, constantly. His clothes, whenever he can afford something better. His lovers like a traveller changes beds.

He – bright and inexplicable – saunters into Geralt’s life a minor nuisance – Geralt knows and deals with those – but then –

Jaskier stays. And the world becomes loud. And flowers become a sea of colours. And Geralt has rarely had to hide a smile before.

Geralt has always made do with the bare minimum, but Jaskier thinks he deserves lavender in his baths, clean clothes, healed wounds. And, just like losing the advantage in a fight, Geralt feels himself softening. The world is hard to withstand again, as if her were just a child, before his first trials, before anyone ever hurt him, and it’s all Jaskier’s fault. Hushed words hurt again, he can feel each scrape and even the smaller bruises. He never cared people were afraid until Jaskier told them to be impressed. He has never longed for something precious until -

He hates Jaskier for it, for the way his chest goes tight, for the way he misses the easy touches the moment they’re gone.

It was easier not to feel anything at all. It was necessary not to feel anything at all.

He wonders if Jaskier knows, if this was his plan all along - to become so necessary, so indispensable, so deeply lodged into Geralt’s heart that nothing could wedge him out. But Jaskier can’t have expected those feelings to grow so heavy - Jaskier would crumble under even half the weight of it. No. Jaskier never asked for this. Nonetheless, not even this unyielding bulk of emotion that Geralt can’t put a name to is enough to make Jaskier flee. He would never carry his share, but the sight of its mass doesn’t frighten him.

Of course Jaskier wants Geralt to like him. That’s how he gets what he needs, his adventures and his muse. The severity of it has never surprised him, he has always been strangely casual about it. Acceptant, even. And if Jaskier is not going to mind his affection, Geralt is not going to stop showing it, even though he does wonder where Jaskier’s limit is. If Geralt ever acknowledges it. If her ever puts a name to it. If he ever makes the wrong move –

He won’t. He needs this fragile thing whole now. He will be as fond as Jaskier can take, not a smidge more. The smallest bit of warmth from a witcher is scalding hot, he knows. So he is careful. He minds his movements. Nothing too startling, nothing too grotesque. No smile that shows his teeth. He won’t let it become so vast that it crowds Jaskier into a corner and forces him to reject it.

Jaskier tolerates the hair standing up on Geralt’s neck when he is bathing and his lingering glances whenever Geralt can’t control himself.

They both know Jaskier will only stay if he lets it go unsaid.

 ***

Jaskier never hoped for much from Geralt. At first, it was just a risk with massive pay-out. Geralt was intimidating and skilled while Jaskier had nothing on offer except for far-fetched promises. Only later, Jaskier realized how much better Geralt is. Not just better, but good. So good. Always trying to do the right thing. It’s clear destiny has great plans for him, no matter how much Geralt loves to deny it. And of course, Jaskier is only a footnote in his story. (No one knows better than Jaskier, he is writing it himself.)

Geralt will go out and save the world and he will let Jaskier wait for him. He will let Jaskier trudge after him and paint him beautiful in his songs. It’s perfectly understandable that Jaskier wants that – who wouldn’t want to get close to a legend? Some things are harder to get away with, but Geralt lets him, easily. He lets Jaskier make his excuses and they both pretend not to know the truth behind his little lies. Attend the festival with me to protect me from angry husbands, Geralt. Wear this doublet because that’s respectable, you heathen. Let me bathe you because you smell like a rat.

Geralt is much smarter than people give him credit for and he can see through Jaskier effortlessly. And of course he also is much kinder than people give him credit for, so he does not mention it.

Nothing Jaskier does can press Geralt into a final good-bye that Jaskier can’t wriggle out of and turn into See you next spring.

He is made of stone. Jaskier’s love won’t impress him, but it also won’t scare him, won’t hurt him.

(He tolerates the burning brightness of the sun. He tolerates the lizard’s small feet clutching onto him.)

Bottomline is, Jaskier gets to keep this. As long as Jaskier doesn’t let it overflow and keeps it just secret enough that his songs come across as odes rather than love letters, Geralt doesn’t mind it. As long as he keeps his mouth shut and leaves everything unspoken.

 ***

Jaskier’s favourite indulgence is bathing Geralt, perhaps because of just how much Geralt lets him get away with. The first time he did it, he was cautious about it but when he realized Geralt’s protest were half-hearted, he grew bolder. Geralt tolerates Jaskier’s hands messaging his scalp. He tolerates the petals and oils. He even tolerates Jaskier’s gentle touches so long as Jaskier reigns himself in and keeps them sparse.

Tonight, Jaskier offers to wash Geralt’s back and Geralt gives him a short nod. He is completely rigid under Jaskier’s hands, but he tolerates it. Jaskier relishes in being able to be kind to Geralt, but at the same time, he feels guilty for wanting more. Shouldn’t he be satisfied? Geralt gives him enough as it is.

Jaskier knows this is the kind of love that smothers people, violently, until their eyes are bulging and their limbs twitching. It’s the king of love to break free from, unless you have skin as though as his. And not many people do.

Jaskier is exceptionally good at making people leave. It’s his second talent – right after being a bard, he’s a leavee. Someone who gets left. Geralt is the only one who can put up with his love for any length of time. It’s precarious – each touch might be the one that is too much. When Geralt finally tells him to leave and never return. So Jaskier plays his risky game and tries to walk the edge.

“If you leave them out in the cold for too long, frozen. Let them eat mushrooms from the woods – poisoned. Don’t watch how much alcohol they’re drinking – dead. She is very concerned,” Geralt tells him while Jaskier adds more oil to the water.

Jaskier blinks. What had they been talking about? Ah right, a sorceress in love with a human.

“Uhm,” Jaskier says slowly, “Geralt, have you forgotten that I, too, am human?”

“It’s very concerning.”

Jaskier shakes his head and keeps walking around the bathtub. It’s not like he can do anything to stop Geralt from seeing him as weak and incapable. And yet –

“Excuse me? If you think I need constant supervision like a dog, I will be very insulted.”

He emphasizes very. He is already insulted. Geralt, however, is not looking at him. Like he’s not even worth being noticed.

“Humans are fragile,” Geralt says to the water, “you turn your back or don’t pay attention for a moment and they’re gone.”

“Ah, ah,” Jaskier lifts his finger and wiggles it disapprovingly, “don’t believe you’re getting rid of me so easily.”

Jaskier lets his gaze wander over Geralt’s sculpted back. He allows himself to look only because he knows even witchers don’t have eyes in their back.

He wonder who else has touched Geralt, has dared to love him, as held his gaze in the candlelight and made him smile. He wonders if they did it right.

“Susceptible to diseases, falling victim to mild weather conditions, a bad harvest,” Geralt apparently can’t let this go. “You can barely make it a few decades.”

Jaskier is inferior, sure, he gets it. Knowing Geralt, he probably doesn’t even realize how insensitive he’s being.

Jaskier lets his hand sift through the water to see if the temperature is right, then he decides the bath is missing some petals. See, Geralt. Still useful.

“You say that like it’s nothing,” Jaskier says, “that’s a whole lifetime.”

“It’s a sabbatical.”

That statement makes Jaskier so indignant he has to stop trying to pick the most beautiful petals and turn around.

“You’re just over a hundred,” Jaskier scoffs. “And you’re not invincible either.”

Seriously. Maybe writing all those high-praising songs about Geralt are getting to his head. He should write a song about how Geralt is just a totally average guy, actually, that can be killed too if he doesn’t pay enough attention to who he insults during his bath.

“I’m hard to kill,” Geralt says, “humans… a gust of wind could blow you over.”

“I don’t believe it’s quite so dramatic,” Jaskier rolls his eyes. “I have managed to keep myself alive this long after all.”

He carefully keeps his gaze on Geralt’s head and his dripping hair, conscious not to let it wander further down and make Geralt uncomfortable.

“Barely,” Geralt presses his lips together. “I had to save you from almost drinking poison twice, from slipping or stumbling down the stairs at least a dozen times, from angry men with shovels over eight-”

“Okay, okay, stop, I get it,” Jaskier quickly interrupts. “I might not be the prime example.”

Finally, Jaskier walks around the tub to hand Geralt a towel. When Geralt gets up, the water splashing, Jaskier hurries to turn his back. There are lines, and this is one.

He listens. Ruffles. Shuffling. Wet footsteps over a wooden floor. Clothes rustling – a pull. Jaskier turns back around, now that Geralt is wearing pants.

“Well,” Jaskier says, eager to get back to what they were originally talking about, “she loves a human, so what? It can’t be as bad as being hopelessly in love with a witcher, you can be sure of that.”

Geralt, who had just pulled a black shirt over his head, abruptly turns.

“A witcher?” Jaskier freezes. Ah. Fuck.

He spoke the unspeakable. He said the poetically and pathetically unsaid. Another line he promised himself he would never cross. He doesn’t want to test Geralt too much.

He can tell his heartrate speeds up and he hopes against hope Geralt will ignore it, will ignore his sweating hands. Maybe if he just acts casually enough, this can be another thing Geralt tolerates. (Oh, if he could say it, Jaskier would never stop.)

“Don’t be obtuse, Geralt,” Jaskier says quietly.

Geralt flinches backward, a small movement.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He tries to parse Geralt’s reaction, but Geralt is just staring. He’s not taking it well. Maybe he thinks he has to respond, so he’s awkward and trying to find a gentle way to state the obvious. Maybe Jaskier just made it too literal, too personal. So direct that it’s suddenly uncomfortable, when Geralt could overlook all of Jaskier’s other slip-ups.

Laid out like that, Geralt might feel guilty about just accepting it. Even though Jaskier would be more than happy to just continue as they were, giving as much as Geralt would let him. Would it help if Jaskier promised not to mention it again? How can he step back behind that line? How can he swallow the words back down again?

How can he stop Geralt from leaving?

 ***

Geralt knows he’s giving too much away again, with his idiotic reaction. He should take it in stride, like he does all of Jaskier’s little love affairs. But he can’t move, can’t do anything but look at the fragile human across from him, who just won’t understand what exactly it is Geralt is so afraid of.

(Once you blink out of existence, I’m the one who will have to deal with the damage you’ve done to that wall I built around my heart.)

Geralt can deal with all those lovers who come and go, who are so loveable that it just makes sense Jaskier would leave him for them. But he never thought –

He didn’t expect –

A witcher?

Why would Jaskier love a witcher? Witchers are too brutish, too brutal to be worthy of a love like that. Then again, when he thinks about his friends back at Kaer Mohren, someone like Eskel, yes, it doesn’t seem so strange. Because deep down he’s always known it’s not being a witcher that makes him untouchable. It’s something else, something far more terrifying. Because that makes it his fault. It’s his own fault Jaskier doesn’t like him.

And Geralt should never, ever ask him to. He should get a grip, shake himself out of it and just accept that Jaskier can love a witcher. Just not him.

Act like it’s nothing. Act like it doesn’t matter. It’s just a small incident they can sweep under the rug like every other time Geralt was being a little too much.

“I -”

Geralt has forgotten how to speak.

Each moment he draws it out longer, the less likely it becomes that Jaskier will forgive this overreaction. Not as easily as the last few times.

What if Geralt just asked, why it can’t be him? Could Jaskier forgive that? No. They both know. It’s that Geralt can’t ever get it right, that he’s too harsh, has too many edges. It’s that all of his affections are pitiful, laughable, compared to what Jaskier really deserves.

Okay. Okay. He just needs to calm down. They can walk through this. He tries his best to smooth out his expression.

“I’m sorry.”

Deep breath.

“So, who’s caught your attention now? I didn’t know you’d met another witcher.”

As he says it, it becomes terribly clear all out of a sudden how very replaceable Geralt is. Geralt isn’t giving Jaskier anything he can’t get elsewhere. If this other witcher allows it, Jaskier can just as well travel with them. If Geralt makes it anymore plain what a bad friend he is, Jaskier will leave without hesitation. Especially if Geralt can’t get a grip on his emotions. Jaskier needs to be absolutely sure that Geralt will never make a move that will be embarrassing and uncomfortable for both of them.

But Jaskier’s jaw falls open, almost comically.

“What – what the fuck are you talking about?”

Damn it. Jaskier won’t just let him circumvent the topic then. Geralt has made things too awkward earlier with that long stretch of silence. Being casual won’t do this time.

“Fuck,” he says, looks away. “I’m sorry.”

Forcibly, he drags his eyes back again. Please, he tries to somehow communicate. Please just tolerate it.

“I don’t understand why you’re apologizing.”

Geralt swallows audibly. The statement is a little hard to interpret. Maybe this is Geralt’s olive branch. Jaskier is willing to pretend this little mishap never happened. All Geralt has to do is go along with it and they can be back to normal.

“Hm,” he says.

He’ll go to sleep. Maybe in the morning, Jaskier will go off with his witcher. But maybe he’ll come back in the spring, bored of the witcher like he gets bored of all his other lovers. Geralt has to hang on to that possibility.

“Wait, no -”

Jaskier is suddenly scrambling to get closer. Geralt pauses in his step.

“Wait, wait, wait, conversation not over,” Jaskier says quickly, stops in front of Geralt. “What witcher are you talking about? What the fuck, Geralt?”

“I – your love – I – it doesn’t bother me,” Geralt says, staggeringly unconvincingly.

It is a little strange, now that Geralt thinks about it. Where did Jaskier meet this witcher, and why did Geralt not notice? They’ve been travelling together for weeks. Maybe he met this witcher longer ago. In spring, before they met again. If that’s the case, that means it’s more serious. It’s been on Jaskier’s mind a long time. Fuck.

“Really?” Jaskier asks. “It doesn’t?”

Maybe this is why Jaskier hasn’t told him all this time. He was afraid how Geralt would react, if he would take it badly.

“Oh, thank the gods,” Jaskier lets out a long breath. “I was so worried.”

Geralt nods curtly. Good. He said the right thing, then. Jaskier’s heartbeat quietens down.

“But then, it hasn’t bothered you so far, am I right?” Jaskier gives him a lopsided smirk.

It’s an irritating thing to say. Surely Jaskier noticed that all of his dalliances had bothered Geralt, at least a little. It might be that Jaskier expected more of a reaction out of Geralt because this is more than a dalliance.

“Hm.”

Out of all the people Jaskier could choose to settle down with, why did it have to be a witcher? He wonders if it’s just implied that they won’t keep travelling together. Should he ask? No, better not. That would make it seem like it does bother him. He doesn’t want to put Jaskier off more than he already has.

“Does…” Jaskier seems hesitant, shy even. “Does that mean you don’t mind when I tell you?”

Geralt’s hands clench, but he unclenches them again quickly. No, he does not mind to hear about how much Jaskier loves someone else, about how he is going to leave and live a happy life with them. He doesn’t mind at all.

“No.”

“Wonderful.”

Geralt waits for a beat, certain that Jaskier is about to start gushing about this witcher he met, but it doesn’t come. The conversation seems to be finally over. Jaskier is humming contentedly under his breath while they are getting ready for bed. It’s good. (It’s the last of this Geralt might ever get.)

They have a room with two beds. Geralt lies still and listens to Jaskier’s calm breath.

Jaskier blows out the candle on his bedside table.

“Goodnight, Geralt. Love you.”

…

?

???

“What?”

“I said, goodnight.”

“After - after that.”

“You said you didn’t mind. You can’t take it back now.”

The light of Geralt’s candle flickers up after a quick use of Igni.

Jaskier is shooting him cautious looks from the other bed.

“You said you didn’t mind,” he repeats.

“I said I didn’t mind if you talked about your witcher,” Geralt says, because it’s the easiest thing to say. This one he knows.

“Stop talking about yourself in the third person, it’s weird.”

Stunned, Geralt sinks against the wall.

“Me?” “Yes, you. Who else would I be talking about?”

Who else, indeed.

“I thought you met someone.”

“Yes, I did, in Posada. You were there.” Jaskier rolls his eyes. “Come on, Geralt, stop playing dumb. You’ve known for years I’m in love with you.”

“You’re in love with me,” Geralt says, dumbstruck.

“Geralt, are you okay? We just had a whole conversation about it.”

Jaskier is sitting up in his bed too now. He looks small in the shadows, even smaller when he draws his legs up. Geralt can only keep watching him.

“Wait, you really didn’t know? You thought I was talking about another witcher?�� Geralt nods mutely.

“Oh.”

There is no other witcher. Can that be right? Geralt has a distinct feeling he is misunderstanding something.

“Well, I’m sorry. If you didn’t know,” Jaskier says. His voice has turned very soft. Geralt can feel Jaskier’s gaze on him.

“I didn’t.”

“I thought you did. I really did. But, uhm. I get this is a lot to deal with. If you. If you would like time to process, I could -”

“No.”

“Oh. Good.”

Geralt sits up urgently, swings his legs over the side of the bed. Jaskier is instantly alarmed.

“You don’t have to go,” he rushes to say. “You can just get used to it. Nothing has to change.”

“I just want -” Geralt closes his eyes, takes another deep breath. “It’s hard to say.”

“Whatever you want, really. If – if you want me to leave, I will. Of course.” “No. I.”

He stands up abruptly. Each of his movements is stark and sudden. Why can’t Jaskier just understand him? Why can’t he just say all those things he thought both of them knew, when it was really just him all along? Him, in his head, with a myriad of unfeelable things.

He steps toward Jaskier stiffly, watches Jaskier’s eyes go wider. He climbs onto the bed and presses Jaskier back by his shoulders. Wills him to get it. He searches his eyes, wants so viscerally, so obviously, that Jaskier must see it.

“Oh,” Jaskier mouths. “Is this -”

His hands come up to cup Geralt’s face.

“Yes,” Geralt’s voice doesn’t come out as anything more than a whisper.

“Darling,” Jaskier says, like it’s a revelation.

Geralt needs to tell him. Out of all the things he has never said, this one is burning his tongue. He leans down and presses his lips to Jaskier’s in the half-dark. Jaskier draws his head back only to catch his breath. But it wasn’t good enough. He needs to say more. He needs to tell Jaskier in all the words that he has.

He breathes another kiss to the corner of Jaskier’s mouth, then one against the barely visible dimple on his cheek. Nothing cushions Geralt against the way Jaskier’s hands slide up into his hair and his grip tightens. His hair smells sweet. His eyelids flutter. Love is lighter, now that Jaskier is helping him carry it.

Jaskier lets out a breathless laugh. Geralt wants to catch his pretty smile. He wants to make that smile everyday. He wants to draw up laughter from the bottom of Jaskier’s stomach.

It’s disarming. Geralt is still wearing pants and a shirt, but he feels stripped down. It’s all laid bare now, all those impossible hungers. All forbidden wishes. Each place on Jaskier’s face that Geralt has dreamed of kissing.

Here is something soft, something that has always lived in him. Jaskier has just chiselled away at the stone until he found it and fed it and made it grow into a vast expanse of tender touches and whispered words.

“Is this okay?” Jaskier says quietly.

Okay. Okay is a flavourless four-letter word. It weighs much more than that.

It’s significant. Substantial. It extinguishes sadness swiftly, like an uprising flame just before it can consume everything else.

“It’s beautiful,” Geralt says, because he’s never been particularly good with words. “It’s perfect.”

I want you, I want you, I want you. Aren’t you frightened?

Geralt takes one of his hands from Jaskier’s shoulders and props it up next to Jaskier’s head instead. Looming over him, a threat in the darkness, Geralt keeps his face close to Jaskier’s, his eyes fixed on his eyes, as if to ask him.

Jaskier answers with an cheerful smile.

I’m elated, darling. You have me.

It’s nothing to take. It’s nothing to endure. It’s no weight to crumble under. It’s something to have. Something to share. Something to make real in the dead of night and fantastical at dawn.

It’s the most precious thing Geralt has ever been allowed to have. And it’s a privilege, getting to keep it.

[xserpx]

Battle Ground Thoughts

Major spoilers below.

The Good

I really enjoyed the last part of the fight with Ethniu. Hendrick's sacrifice was well done, and the Marcone reveal was fantastic. The action was really great, although it did get too much at times, especially the beginning of the fight with Ethniu where it’s more like reading a shonen manga, lots of huge ‘final’ attacks and mist clearing as they wait for the blood spray before someone pulls a trap card. Still pretty likeable.

Marcone as a Knight of the Blackened Denarius is intriguing. My one caveat is that I think it diminishes his post-Small Favor achievements quite a bit, knowing he had access to all that power. It makes sense, especially considering just how much Marcone was able to get done, but yeah, I liked this little twist. Marcone is probably the main reason I would keep reading the books, as things stand.

I like the fact Harry's finally been kicked off the White Council, as he should be. I'm not sure why this is controversial, though. He’s clearly broken several laws, and tbh I was kind of surprised they kept him on after becoming the Winter Knight, like... conflicted interests, much?

Drakul and the Blampires were cool. Wouldn't mind seeing them again.

The Bad

Justine's reveal, while interesting bc omg Outsiders infesting the characters we love, it also absolutely terrifies me in terms of what it actually means for Thomas/Justine both in the future and in the past. A future that might not even happen, now. And considering how long it's been since she was infected, it's entirely possible a lot of Justine's feelings have been manufactured as well. One of the things at the top of my Do Not Want list was Justine or the baby getting hurt, and now we’re here.

I'm severely disinterested in Harry/Lara. I have no idea where it's going, but it's boring at best. Maybe Jim Butcher has an idea for it that doesn’t result in me rolling my eyes, but I’m not feeling charitable today.

Ivy and Harry never got a proper conversation. Also why tf was Ivy dressed in a school uniform for that fight? Unless she's a sailor senshi or something, it just doesn't make sense. Plus she should be in her mid-late teens by now, ffs, not her early teens.

We're still drawing out the Starborn mystery? Ugh, ok.

Michael's cursing out the White Council for kicking Harry off the team... Completely OOC, sorry, I hated it. Michael is a great character because he doesn't swear as a matter of principle. If he had to start swearing, that was a bad hill to choose.

The way the morality of the White Council flip flops depending on Dresden's mood is getting annoying. At the meeting at the end, he says the Council is the biggest defender of humanity, and that he's clearly sitting at the monsters' table, but they're also supposed to be the enemy for treating him as such? Ebenezar and some of the Seniors are douchebags, for sure - especially Eb as it's personal - but Carlos and the rest are solid good guys trying to do their best. After everything that's happened, Harry shouldn't be so freaking bitter. He’s a monster now. Either own it, or make different choices. Also Carlos should’ve told him what Molly did to him. I hate that this hasn’t been addressed and that Carlos just looks like a suspicious bastard when he’s actually sustained life-changing injuries and trauma. Communication generally between Harry and the White Council needs to start happening like yesterday.

Butters needs to just go away, please. Give me a break from this shithead. He's had a few months of training and can keep up with literally everyone. He gets all these Crowning Moments of Awesome, but he never suffers for it, and at this point I'm genuinely wondering whether he'll ever suffer any consequences whatsoever. Also he constantly outshines Sanya, who is ostensibly better qualified, and the Sword of Hope should have been the stronger of the two in that last fight. I’m sick of hearing how great Butters is, and being expected to laugh at all his dumb, nerdy references.

Harry barely thinks about Thomas when he considers his recent losses. Sure Thomas is still alive, but barely, with no guarantees he'll survive or that he'll come back the same person. Harry should be grieving for him as much as he's grieving for Karrin at this point. I also wanted there to be more reason behind Thomas's actions, some sort of conspiracy within the White Court, but there wasn't. It's bad enough being anxious for Thomas, but being anxious for his whole goddamn family is just way too much, ffs.

The Ugly

I mean, I've told people: if I'd tried to imagine a worst case scenario for Karrin Murphy's death, it would have been better than the ending we got. It's worse than James Norrington dying at the hands of Bootstrap Bill. It's worse than Superman's dad dying while trying to save the dog. She shouldn't have died at all, period, but if she absolutely had to go, there is no fucking way in HELL that that was the best way for it to happen. Whether she comes back or not, there is no way to justify that scene. Gard saying she saved everyone by defending Dresden might be a satisfying Watsonian explanation for some, but of all the times, of all the places, of all the ways, and of all the people... JB picked the absolute worst possible combination. Absolute. Garbage. It's not that he can't write decent sacrifices. Hendrick's death was superb! So why the FUCK couldn't Murph get the same treatment? Why the FUCK was she killed off so FUCKING pointlessly? This isn't a real life story. This isn't some hyperrealistic, anyone can die, Game of Thrones type bullshit, where you can just kill off the second main character as shock value and have it be valuable to a bigger theme. This is the Dresden Files, a fucking series where all the women are Playboy models, and there's a middle-aged dweeby guy in sports goggles riding a skateboard and wielding a lightsaber and facing off with a Titan after just a few months of training, and having threesomes with bisexual women half his age, one of whom wears a fucking Avengers t-shirt to bed. It's a fanservice show. So it is not too much to ask for the main female character to be given the kind of death she actually deserves, let alone that she be allowed to live long enough to enjoy a relationship that's been so fantastically built up over 15+ books. (Query: was any of her family at her funeral? Audiobooks make searching hard, and I can’t find out if that was mentioned.) It's not unfair to hate the FUCK out of JB for pulling such a horrible, awful, LAZY move. I didn’t cry when it happened. I actually laughed quite a bit, maniacally, because it was that much of a train wreck. I'm not crying now, either. I'm just so, so tired. RIP Murph.

Granted, I haven't had to wait for a Dresden Files book like this before. Skin Game had a very neat ending, whereas this asks way, way, way more questions than it answers, which is probably more par for the course in this series? But now my two favourite characters are out of the field and may never come back, and I'm just so fucking tired and disappointed, and tired of being disappointed. I don't know whether it's worth staying invested in the vague hope Jim Butcher will start giving a shit about anyone other than Butters, but I can't see the next book being much good when Thomas and Karrin won't be there. When Karrin may never be there again. When I don't even know if the next book will show up, or if there'll be another hiatus resulting in a mediocre story.

I'm predicting that there'll be a Murph-centric short story in the near future that'll probably be a "gotcha!" to all the fans like me who fucking hate how BG turned out. Either it'll finish her off entirely or hint at a resurrection, which may or may not come. Either way, it won't justify her death. It won't make this better.

If I wasn’t as invested in Karrin, I’d like this book more. I can understand if people like it, and there are definitely some good things about it, but it’s hard to appreciate those bits when there’s such a massive pile of stinking shit sitting smack bang in the middle.

[cohenjulia1992]

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