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Jaskier: You know what I really love about finally being in a relationship with you?

Geralt: That now every time you ask me to carry you because your feet hurt, you know I'll feel bad if I say no?

Jaskier: Okay, that too.

Jaskier: But my favorite part is that I don't need to hide my thoughts and feelings anymore.

Jaskier: I think you look adorable when you're brooding in the corner? I can say it aloud!

Jaskier: I want to kiss you on the nose when you come back exhausted from a contract? I can do that!

Jaskier: When you ask me if I'm scared of you when you're under the effect of your potions? I don't have to be subtle and say it's okay. I can say that you're the sexiest man on earth and may I take off your clothes here and now, please?

Geralt, smiling and shaking his head: You're insufferable.

Jaskier: And I can also say that I like annoying you because you roll your eyes like that and you give me that smile and that's how I know you're into me too.

Geralt: Hardly.

Jaskier: And even when you're a mean, mean witcher, I still adore you.

Jaskier: Ha, made you blush!

Geralt: So this means I don't need to hide my feelings anymore too, right? So now, every time you make me feel embarrassed with your affections, instead of telling you "fuck off bard", I can simply say "You know I've been in love with you for almost two decades?"

Jaskier, almost choking on his drink: You what?

Geralt: Ha, made you blush.

Jaskier: Stop laughing at me, you stupid, gorgeous, heartless, sexy witcher! (At this point Geralt can't stop laughing) No, we are having this conversation right now!

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Jaskier bets Geralt that he can drink more than him without getting shitfaced and Geralt finds it completely ridiculous, because hello, witcher skills: high resistance to poisons and substances.

Geralt accepts the bet and loses in the most embarrassing way possible, with Jaskier being the one who has to carry him back to the inn after drinking much more.

The next morning (or more accurately, noon), Geralt is still hugging a wooden bucket, completely hungover.

"How?" Geralt asks, his brain unable to produce any more words.

Jaskier is sitting by the window, examining his nails.

"I got my degree in Oxenfurt, dear. The number of parties I had to go to — and the amount of alcohol I had to drink to connect with the right people — makes your witcher school look like kindergarten."

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Jaskier inhaled slowly, visibly alarmed but keeping his voice level. “How much time?”

“Hard to say. Maybe a day, maybe hours. If the infection spreads to his lungs—”

“Jaskier.” Geralt’s voice was hoarse, but steady. It was the first time he’d called the viscount by name since arriving.

Jaskier’s head snapped toward him. “Yes, Geralt?"

“Stay. Please.”

There was a long pause. In his fevered haze, Geralt was already sure he’d made a mistake asking. But then Jaskier’s voice came - soft and quiet.

“You know I can’t do that.”

Still, he reached down and squeezed Geralt’s hand briefly - firm and warm - before letting go.

“Do anything you can to save him,” Jaskier said quietly to the healer, his voice tight. Then he turned and left, his footsteps fading as Geralt slipped into unconsciousness again.

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Geralt had strange, vivid dreams. Fire and water. Laughter turning into screaming. The smell of lilac and gooseberries.

When he regained consciousness for a short while, it was already dark. Rain was hammering the windows, loud and relentless. He noticed a figure in the room. Someone was sitting in the chair by his bed. Turning his head slowly, he saw Jaskier - arms folded, legs crossed, head slumped forward, asleep.

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Geralt couldn’t shake the strange feeling in his chest.

The man sitting across from him was undoubtedly Jaskier. He had the same blue eyes, the same voice, though slightly deeper and the same familiar body language.

And yet, he wasn’t the Jaskier Geralt remembered.

There was something heavy in the air around him now, something that had settled on his shoulders with the weight of years. His face bore more than just wrinkles - it held stories. Wounds. Choices. And though he still moved with elegance, there was a steadiness to him now that didn’t exist before, like a man who had learned when to speak and when to remain silent. That alone made him nearly unrecognizable.

He looked older, of course, probably in his early fifties. His shoulder-length hair was threaded with silver, which, oddly enough, suited him. He wore a simple black tunic, dark trousers and a forest-green cloak - nothing like the flamboyant outfits Jaskier used to favor.

But what unsettled Geralt most was the look in his eyes. Gone was the carefree spark of an exuberant eighteen-year-old. Instead, it was the gaze of a man who’d seen too much and lost more than he let on. It was calm. Measured. But behind it, there was weariness. And something else - Command. Authority. Geralt had seen that look before, but never on Jaskier.

He wasn’t just older. He was… transformed. Sharper. Colder, maybe. Or simply hardened by time.

The room was warm, lit by a fire crackling in a stone hearth, shadows dancing against the walls. It smelled faintly of parchment and cloves, unexpectedly comforting.

Geralt had just finished explaining how he’d ended up here, fifteen years in the future. Jaskier had listened silently, nodding occasionally. That alone was a change. The Jaskier Geralt had known could barely keep quiet for thirty seconds.

“I apologize that my men tried to kill you,” Jaskier said at last, after a long pause. He took a sip of his drink, looking faintly amused. “We don’t get many visitors, and with the Rebellion sniffing around, you can’t be too careful.”

Geralt nodded. “I understand. Sorry I broke your commander’s arm.”

Jaskier leaned back, setting his glass aside. “So, let me get this straight - you pissed off a witch and she threw you fifteen years into the future?”

Geralt nodded.

Jaskier chuckled, shaking his head. “Didn’t even know magic like that existed.”

“Neither did I.”

“The more you know, huh?” Jaskier gave him a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “So tell me, how can I help?”

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"This is stupid," Jaskier chuckled, shaking his head.

"That’s not what you would've said 20 years ago." Geralt replied, continuing wrapping both their hands and arms in a red ribbon.

"20 years ago we would definitely make this a huge wedding and dozens of guests. Everybody would be talking about it! It would be better than the Queen's!"

"Hmm."

"And look at us now. Standing on the shore in the middle of the night, just the two of us. It's so romantic!"

Geralt smiled. "Hmm."

"But we've also been together for so long, I don't see the point in this ceremony. It's just a formality."

"But it's a nice formality. I knew for a long time that I'm going to spend the rest of this life with you. So when I die, at least I know I got to say it you. And this is a nice way to say it. Besides, younger you would be thrilled right now. Don't you agree?"

Jaskier smiled. "I do."

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"This is stupid," Jaskier chuckled, shaking his head.

"That’s not what you would've said 20 years ago." Geralt replied, continuing wrapping both their hands and arms in a red ribbon.

"20 years ago we would definitely make this a huge wedding and dozens of guests. Everybody would be talking about it! It would be better than the Queen's!"

"Hmm."

"And look at us now. Standing on the shore in the middle of the night, just the two of us. It's so romantic!"

Geralt smiled. "Hmm."

"But we've also been together for so long, I don't see the point in this ceremony. It's just a formality."

"But it's a nice formality. I knew for a long time that I'm going to spend the rest of this life with you. So when I die, at least I know I got to say it you. And this is a nice way to say it. Besides, younger you would be thrilled right now. Don't you agree?"

Jaskier smiled. "I do."

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Jaskier: *doing the bravest shit ever to save Geralt, like killing someone or killing a monster*

Geralt, amazed, expecting some secret backstory Jaskier was hiding: Where did you learn how to do that?

Jaskier, dropping the knife in 0.01 seconds: I don't know! I panicked! I saw you were in danger and - ugh, this it so gross, it got on my boots!

Geralt: Jaskier-

Jaskier: One second, I'm about to faint

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Jaskier, sitting in Geralt’s lap for the first time, in the beginning of their relationship.

Geralt (slightly shocked): What are you doing?

Jaskier: If you're uncomfortable, just say the word.

Geralt: No, it's fine. It's just... This is new.

Jaskier: Not for me, I've been fantasizing about sitting in your lap since the day we met.

Geralt: Hmm. I've been fantasizing about doing other things to you since the day we met.

Jaskier: Geralt!

Geralt: Like holding your hand.

Jaskier, laughing: Yeah, right!

Geralt: Well, it isn't a lie.

Jaskier: Aww, Geralt! Who would've thought you'd be such a romantic?

Geralt: For you, always.

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So I'm back from the dead 🥰 send me one shot ideas and I just may write them 😎

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Ok but the song and the timing 😂

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soft h/c: a magical creature grants Jaskier one wish, and Jaskier decides to ask for Geralt to be happy. The creature fulfills Jaskier’s wish, by making the bard immortal.

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Excuse me?

Is OFMD COMING BACK?

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Looking for new music to listen to

Please reply with what you're currently listening to now <3

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💔

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local man cursed with his best hair days always happening when he is at his lowest

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It’s possible Ed’s done this a couple times already

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Stede going from absolutely shocked when Ed kissed him after a whole season of flirting and eye fucking and "stab me"

to "I just got back together with my boyfriend" is a major character development, fight me