#do you know how many times i imagined Ignis coaxing me to get out of bed

[lunarlegend]

-finally eats for the first time today at 9pm-

[afterhoursfic]

Hey! Its been a while. Lost the password for my first account- Guess I'll start off with a prompt! Jaskier and Geralt have just left Posada, but every time Jaskier runs off with someone he comes back with a strong scent of desperation, not to mention he covers himself even when he's getting into the bath before Geralt, and Geralt can't figure out why. That is, until he walks in on Jaskier changing. (1/2)

(2/2) Jaskier's cock is small. And Jaskier is humiliated, and Geralt is... Turned on?? He honestly thinks it's cute, Jaskier's size, how embarrassed he is by it. So, Jaskier is pent up of course. When the witcher asks, he can't exactly say no to fucking. He just wasn't expecting Geralt to be practically worshipping Jaskier, thanking him and praising him for letting him touch him and telling him how cute his cock is. Tbh just a praise fic ive been meaning to prompt someone with for a while-

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I’m sorry this took forever and if it’s not exactly like you asked but I really tried tog give off the whole Geralt loves Jaskier’s little cock vibe so hopefully you enjoy it!

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They’d only been together for two weeks and Geralt had already lost count of how many times Jaskier went off to an alcove or alley with someone. He would be jealous if it wasn’t for the fact that almost every time he came back desperate, edged with just a bit of hurt, and reeking of quickly dissipating arousal, which doesn’t help Geralt’s own need.

At first, he thinks it’s some sort of game? Kink? Whatever it is, and just something Jaskier does, which is to torture himself and Geralt too by proxy, until he gives himself the best orgasms ever apparently, because there are very few occasions where Jaskier comes back, loose with a carefree smile and just oozing satisfaction as if he hadn’t felt it in a decade.

Those are the times Geralt is jealous and he’s half tempted to ask Jaskier how he does it until said bard walks, well storms into their room, the familiar stench of hurt, arousal, and longing soon clouding up the room.

He asks Jaskier if he’s alright of course because he’s not an asshole all the time, but like all the times before Jaskier shrugs him off and tells him he’s fine as he makes a beeline for his bags and the waterskin which contains half a bottle of wine.

They sit there for a few long minutes, Jaskier steadily drinking as Geralt turns his attention to the noises of the town filtering from outside just to distract himself when suddenly Jaskier moves, putting down the waterskin and stretching before he starts undressing.

“D’you mind?” Geralt doesn’t have to ask, he just turns to the bath in the corner of the room, the water stone cold, at least until Geralt flashes igni at it, and he watches as Jaskier sinks into the hot water with a groan and his back turned to him as usual.

It’s not odd per se to want a bit of privacy, but they travel together so it’s inevitable that at some point they’ll get to see everything, hell it was probably the second day they knew each other when Jaskier watched him strip naked to bathe in the river and he earned more than a few compliments. Jaskier was private and that was fair enough, but he’d always shriek and cover himself as if scandalized if Geralt even so much as glanced his way whilst he changed or tried to take a peek.

It was odd though that Jaskier would turn his back to him to get in the bath, only to then turn to face him, if he were embarrassed about his body then why show it off now? All he had to do was sit up in bed and he could catch a glimpse if he wanted, but to each their own. Clearly, Jaskier had no intention to talk about whatever was bothering him for the hundredth time already and so instead he settled back into his bed and left it be for now.

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He left it for about a day before they were pulling into another village and saw Jaskier charm and flirt his way around the tavern, reeking of arousal, and he pointedly looked away when the woman dragged Jaskier into a backroom already heavily making out and using his hands to work on the ties of her dress whilst her free hand was palming at his cock.

Resigning himself to a night alone Geralt ordered another drink and reached a hand down to shift his cock a little from where it was pressing hard and insistent against the laces of his trousers. It was going to be a long night, especially with the smell of Jaskier’s arousal lingering in the back of his throat.

At least that was until the woman all but charged out of the backroom, her hair loose and dress falling off of her shoulder as Jaskier raced out a second later trying to do up his laces as he tried to catch up with her. Once she’d barged through the front door, Jaskier gave up the chase, staring forlornly at the closed door as if hoping for something else to happen, and after a long moment when it didn’t, he turned and went upstairs to their room, and Geralt briefly noted that burnt, frustrated smell Jaskier seemed to carry more and more these days and he thought he finally knew why.

Seemed to him that Jaskier didn’t have all the prowess he liked to boast about given that this seemed to be a common occurrence. It’s not like Jaskier was a bad lover, he’d heard the bard get a woman off several times on just his tongue, a lot, so much so he felt like he was lacking in the bedroom sometimes, and yet his latest conquest had stormed off and left them both unsatisfied.

He was just drunk enough that he was willing to go for answers, hell if he was desperate enough he’s sure he could talk Jaskier into a mutual hand job, anything to beat the monotony of jerking himself off quietly under the covers every other night.

So, he downed his drink in one, stood up on legs far too steady for what he was about to do, but he was just desperate enough to do it anyway.

For once being a witcher was actually helpful, it meant he could go up the stairs without being heard, so when he barged through their bedroom door, he was met with the sight of Jaskier stood over the bed, whining as he jerked his fist frantically.

Geralt felt his mouth dry at the sight, but he only had another second to savor it before Jaskier was jumping back, hand leaving his cock to try and grab the blankets and cover himself. It was too late though, Geralt couldn’t help the way his eyes shifted to see Jaskier’s cock hard and red, and no bigger than his middle finger, and yet Geralt couldn’t hold back the curse that fumbled out of his mouth as his cock twitched at the sight.

“Fuck Jaskier, this why you can’t get laid?”

“I can get laid just fine, witcher” He watched as Jaskier fumbled his hands in front of him to try and cover up, not that it mattered at this point, he could see the flush on his face, the sweat beading at his temples and smell the mix of arousal and embarrassment all in one. Despite all of this Jaskier was still hard though, shuffling on his feet as if that would help him somehow and Geralt’s mouth watered at imagining the taste of it on his tongue.

Despite the way he tried to hold himself he could hear Jaskier’s jackrabbiting heartbeat, but he didn’t bother mentioning all the times Jaskier had come back to their rooms stinking of arousal, frustration, and embarrassment and being all around unsatisfied because it wouldn’t help him here. Instead, he took a step closer, licking at his lips to taste the arousal in the air as he pointedly looked at Jaskier’s cock, safely hidden behind his hand now and he’s sure he looked desperate as he looked back up into Jaskier’s eyes.

“Can I jerk you off?” His voice is small as if he’s unsure with himself, and he supposes he is, it’s not like he’s ever propositioned Jaskier before and he doesn’t know how he’d take the rejection, if they could even go to being friends afterward.

“Is this some kind of joke, because it’s not very funny”

“Of course not, but you’ve got such a pretty little cock Jaskier, let me get you off, please” They stood staring at each other for a moment before Geralt took a step closer and when Jaskier didn’t shy away he took another step and then another until they were stood directly in front of each other “Say no and I’ll stop, but please let me touch you Jaskier, let me look after you”

He let out his breath when Jaskier nodded his head once, collapsing to his knees immediately and watched Jaskier stumble back a step clearly caught unawares, but then he’s looking up, watching Jaskier’s face as he pulls the bard’s hand away to replace it with his own, pressing his thumb against his slit to coat it with pre so he could slick his hand over his cock.

It was only when Jaskier leaned forward to rest a hand on his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed and a low moan leaving his mouth that Geralt looked away, licked his lips again as he watched his whole fist cover Jaskier’s dick, and started to use just his index finger and thumb to jerk him off so that he could see the slick head of his cock past his fingers and drip pre all over the floor.

He leaned forward to lick off a drop threatening to fall, his tongue just brushing the tip of his cock and caused Jaskier to shudder violently and groan, a testament to how long he’d gone without another’s touch, and he barely restrained himself from putting his mouth over his cock then and there.

“Can I suck you Jaskier? Please let me get my mouth on you, need to taste you, see if you can reach the back of my throat-“

“Yes, fuck yes just do it” He almost didn’t recognize Jaskier’s voice, but he didn’t dwell on it, just pulled his fingers away so he could swallow his cock in one, groaning as he felt the tip just brush the back of his throat, and the salty taste of pre on his tongue before Jaskier’s cock jerked once and with a shudder he came.

Geralt easily swallowed it and kept licking at his slit until Jaskier’s nails started to dig into his shoulder, then he pulled away just enough so he could suck the head of his cock a little bit longer, a spare hand going to roll Jaskier’s balls in his hand, squeezing them just a little to coax a weak spray of come in his mouth before Jaskier grabbed his hair and pulled him off. They both ignored the fact that he whined, although he’s sure Jaskier won’t remember it in his pleasure addled brain.

“Fuck me?” He watched Jaskier blink once, then twice as he tried to think over an answer, all whilst Geralt wrapped his fingers around his cock again, ever so slowly moving them whilst he pressed kisses against the tip, down to his balls, and then back up to his hips. It served its purpose of getting Jaskier hard again, he’s sure the bard’s been neglected enough that he’ll be shooting off like a teenager all night. “You want to get your cute, little cock in me? Bet I don’t need much prep, you could just slide in now if you wanted, do you want to? Want to finally have a hole to fuck?”

“Fuck- Geralt I swear if this is-“

“No, no, just need your cock in me, want to come just on your pretty cock, please Jaskier”

“Fucking hells yes, get on the fucking bed before I come again, want to be in you when I do” Geralt didn’t waste a second, using his reflexes to good use as he stripped off his clothes to lay on the bed, and frankly it showed how desperate Jaskier was to get his cock in something because he didn’t even complain about not getting to undress him. There were plenty more nights for that but right now he needed Jaskier’s cock in him and he needed it now.

Although Jaskier probably could just slip his cock into his hole with just a bit of oil, that didn’t stop Jaskier from making quick work of teasing him open on one finger, just one so that he could just about feel the stretch of Jaskier’s cock when he pushes in. Maybe in the morning he’ll wake up early and stretch himself on his own fingers before sitting on Jaskier’s cock to see if he could feel it, and the thought had him moaning and stretching his legs open wider to get Jaskier closer to him, to tell him to get on with it.

Then Geralt was shoved on all fours, his chest pressed into the mattress and he held his breath as he waited to feel when Jaskier would push in. He couldn’t help himself when he looked over his shoulder just as Jaskier was slicking up his cock and lining up with his hole “It’s alright if you’re little cock slips out, I know you can’t help it”

“Shit” That was all he said before Jaskier started pushing in, Geralt could feel it stretching him open a little and he groaned as it pushed deeper until it nestled just below his prostate like the continent's best tease. Jaskier didn’t even have the patience to build up a rhythm, just began fucking with abandon, and thankfully his cock hadn’t slipped out, yet, but Geralt knew he was close, could feel his cock twitch inside him, and hear the groans building in his chest as Jaskier rode him closer to orgasm.

Geralt just clenched around his cock as hard as he could, heard the catch in Jaskier’s breath and the stuttered gasp as he bent over his back and came, still quickly fucking into him until his orgasm ebbed and it was nothing more than the slow drag of Jaskier's cock in his hole, brushing against his prostate on every thrust that had him tense and his own cock leaking onto the sheets beneath him.

“Come on Jaskier, I know you’ve got more than that, finally got someone you can fuck with that pretty little cock of yours, don’t you want to use it?” He was answered as Jaskier just groaned a low yes, feeling him snap his hips against him and hearing the slick squelch of the come in his hole as he set a quick pace, his cock twitching to get hard with every thrust, and Geralt couldn’t help but groan as he rolled his hips back to meet him “That’s it Jaskier, just like that-“

He was cut short by his own groan and Jaskier’s curse when on the next thrust Jaskier pulled out too far, cursing as he fumbled with his cock, smearing it across his ass down to his balls until finally, he managed to get enough control to push it back into his hole, Jaskier’s fingers gripping his hips hard as he started fucking him again.

He was right, Jaskier was eager and pent up enough that he shot off like a teenager for hours, fucking him as a man possessed, and Geralt was lost in it, Jaskier’s cock brushing his prostate with every thrust and left him groaning as Jaskier milked his cock dry. The sheets below him soaked in sweat and come and left him clenching his jaw to stop his snarls escaping, all whilst Jaskier moaned above him, pressing messy kisses along the line of his spine, his neck, until they both were drained physically and metaphorically and collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty heap.

The smell of their come and sweat strong but not as strong as the waves of satisfaction rolling off of Jaskier, of the fatigue and arousal deep in his skin, and he knows in a few hours they’ll be doing all of this again, but at least now he won’t have to scent the burnt edge of frustration to him anymore. All he had to do was get on his knees and give Jaskier his pick of holes and if he were lucky maybe one day, he could get Jaskier on his back so he could milk his cute little cock for hours, or maybe edge him if he wanted to get him as desperate as he was tonight. Either way, he let sleep take him, bone tired as he was if he was going to have the energy to ride Jaskier’s cock in the morning.

[mordoriscalling]

The Shrike and the Lark (pt.8)

Jaskier and Renfri are disaster twins ruling Creyden. When the Warlord of the North knocks at their door, Queen Renfri and King Julian are at an advantage - they know him. As in, they know him. (Inspired by the Warlord AU and “the heart is a winged beast”).

(Pt. 1) (Pt. 2) (Pt. 3) (Pt. 4) (Pt. 5) (Pt. 6) (Pt. 7)

Credyen, 1237

“Give me that which you already have but do not know of.”

Following the Queen’s words, all eyes turn to the Warlord, whose countenance twists in rage. With fury blazing in his gaze, he looks every inch of the formidable, feared White Wolf.

“What have you done?!” he thunders. “Have you the slightest idea what you’ve just done, Renfri?! The Law is not to be trifled with!”

“I do not claim it lightly,” the Queen replies, unmoved in the face of his wrath. She glances at Eskel and adds, “But witchers do practice this custom, do they not?”

“Very rarely,” the Warlord growls. “We’ve learned to be cautious with it.”

“I am aware of the gravity of my demand,” Queen Renfri insists. “Yet it seems to me a fair price for saving your life.”

White Wolf’s fists clench at his sides. He seizes Queen Renfri with a murderous glare but she does not cower. The witcher curses and turns to leave, but it is then that a knock on the door resounds and Lambert enters.

When it became apparent that the Queen was saved, the Warlord’s School-brother was tasked with delivering the news to the people of the castle. Now, he returns and stops dead in his tracks as he sees Queen.

“Awake already, Your Majesty?” he says, bemused.

“The witcher potion seems to have done some wonders,” Lem answers.

“Interesting,” Lambert says, more to himself, then clears his throat. “Anyway, everyone rejoices to find that Her Majesty will live. Lady Chancellor almost wept in relief. She’s already overseeing the preparations of a small celebration.”

“Melitele bless her,” Queen Renfri replies with a smile. “Thank you, Lambert.”

The fiery-haired witcher inclines his head and approaches his Lord.

“Vesemir tried to contact you through Yennefer’s xenovox," he says quietly. "I took the message but it’s nothing bad, so don’t worry your pretty head over it. I’ll tell you later.”

The Warlord stills.

“What message?” he asks.

A deathly hush falls over the room.

“It can wait,” Lambert dismisses.

“What message?” the White Wolf demands again, harshly this time.

The tension in the air is near suffocating.

“New trainees arrived yesterday,” Lambert reveals reluctantly, with a frown of confusion. “Twenty-six boys this time.”

The stunned silence rings louder than any noise ever could.

Then, chaos beings: there is a collective “What the fuck” from the White Wolf, his right and left hand. Lambert demands an explanation and it is given to him, his “What the fuck” is a lot louder. Triss remarks, “This is the hand of Destiny at work.” Then, the Warlord’s companions descend into protests of, “This cannot be” and other such despaired arguments.

Meanwhile, King Julian and Queen Renfri stare at each other, eyes wide and mouth agape, until they simultaneously break into incredulous laughter.

“Hiacynt,” the King breathes out, awed by her. “There will be a future. Not only ruin!”

The Queen smiles warmly and squeezes his hand. He returns the touch, a joyful grin on his face. They both chuckle, but their moment of happiness is interrupted by the Warlord’s furious growl.

“I’ll not give them to you,” he decides. “The boys are... they are pack. My kin.”

“Think, witcher,” Queen Renfri replies, now angry as well. “If they’re your kin, then doesn’t the Law join our families together? Isn’t this the perfect way to seal the contract between our kingdoms?”

“It’s too much,” he snaps. “I will not give them to you.”

With that, the White Wolf storms out of the room. Eskel and Triss Merigold follow right after.

“Gods, what a fucking mess,” Lambert mutters under his breath, then leaves too.

Lady Yennefer and Lem linger. The elf healer changes the Queen bandages, instructs her not to leave the bed unless strictly necessary, then ensures that she drinks two cups of fluid. Overall, however, he deems her condition already much improved. Thus, the Queen does not require constant medical supervision, and Lem exits the chamber as well. Only King Julian and Lady Yennefer remain here now.

“Astonishing,” the sorceress remarks as soon as the healer leaves, her tone dancing at the edge of rage. “New trainees come to the keep once every three years.”

“It’s all a fortunate coincidence,” Queen Renfri replies.

“Fortunate?” Yennefer scoffs. “For whom?”

“For all.”

Yennefer crosses the room in a few brisk strides and stands on the unoccupied side of Queen Renri’s bed.

“Is that so?” she demands, her furious gaze boring into the Queen, who only nods. “How infuriating it is,” the sorceress ponders aloud, “that I cannnot see into your thoughts.”

“Do you believe me?” Renfri asks, small and vurneble.

Lady Yennefer’s countenance remains stern, with the same wrath simmering underneath.

“We could be a family,” Renfri adds quietly.

At this, the lightning disappears from the violet of Yennefer’s eyes. Her features grow a touch gentler, her posture becomes a bit less threatening.

“We could,” she allows, then promptly leaves the room.

After she leaves, it seems as though the world is able to breathe again. The twin monarchs just sit there, dazed, until King Julian comments, “She’s certainly magnificent, I’ll give you that.”

Queen Renfri snorts, a delicate blush rising on her cheeks, and slaps her brother in the arm.

“Idiot,” she mutters angrily, shooting him a withering look. Her eyes soften, however, as she takes note of the frayed state her twin is in. “Look at you,” she says. “You’ve driven yourself nearly to the brink, haven’t you?”

“What am I without a half of my soul,” he asks, “if not a shadow of a man?”

“Idiot,” she repeats with fondness. “Go to sleep, Jaskier.”

It is only mid-afternoon, and the sun shines bright outside, but Jaskier listens to the command without batting an eye. He removes his shoes and buries himself under the covers next to Renfri. She does not protest, shifting in the bed to make room for him.

“What if this is all a dream,” Jaskier wonders quietly, “And I’ll wake up to the nightmare of watching you die?”

“You’ll wake to me right here, whole and hale,” Renfri whispers, “I promise. All will be well now.”

Jaskier nods, closing his eyes with a sigh. After a moment, he begins humming a slow melody under his breath.

“Mama’s lullaby,” Renfri murmurs with a smile, then starts crooning the tune too.

With their mother’s song on their lips, the twins fall asleep.

Sometime after sundown, the Queen is startled awake by the sudden sound of flames bursting in the fireplace. It is Eskel’s doing; the witcher has been watching over the monarchs and wished to keep the fire going by casting the Sign of Igni. Before he can apologise for waking her, however, Queen Renfri poses a question.

“Has your Lord come to a different decision?” she whispers, so as not to wake her brother.

“He’s still of the same mind,” Eskel murmurs.

Queen Renfri releases a heavy breath.

“Does your Lord deem it such a terrible fate,” she asks the witcher, “To be tied to a Black Sun Princess?”

The White Wolf’s right hand measures her with a heavy stare.

“Geralt does not react well to Destiny’s games,” he replies. “He seems to have been her pawn too many times already.”

“Aren’t we all,” Queen Renfri says with a wry smile which Eskel returns.  

Soon, the Queen falls asleep once more. The Wolf witcher keeps watch by her and her twin for a few hours more, often regarding the King with a competitive look on his face, but then Triss comes by and coaxes him into going to rest.

King Julian wakes shortly after sunrise, and so does his sister.

“Gods,” Queen Renfri groans right after opening her eyes, “I need a bath. You do too,” she tells her brother. “You need to wash and change. Get out of here, Jaskier, I’m sure fresh air will do you some good.”

Jaskier obliges, grumbling that he does not stink. He leaves his twin sister in the care of her ladies-in-waiting, who assist her in the bath. Although Queen Renfri dislikes being dressed or bathed by anyone, she is still too weak to even stand upright for long. What is more, the bolt which wounded her not only damaged her artery but muscle tissue too. As a result, her right arm is immobilised. Since the Queen is right-handed, the injury hinders her everyday functioning considerably, which she is irritated with already. The fact that the healer only allows her to have broth for breakfast does not improve her mood in the slightest.

In the meantime, King Julian washes as well, though with much less annoyance involved. He is in high spirits, in fact, singing to himself all the while. Dressed but unshaved, he goes to the Great Hall to break his fast. The sight of the King walking the halls once more reassures his subjects greatly. Some courtiers stop by to inquire about the Queen’s health, and King Julian vouches that she is well and that they will see her soon too.

When the King sits at the high table in the Hall, he finds Eskel eating there.

“You kept the beard,” the witcher remarks as he beholds the week-long facial hair.

“It makes me appear rather distinguished, don’t you think?” King Julian says with a brilliant grin.

“That it does,” Eskel confirms, his lips quirked upwards, though there is certain tightness at the corners of his eyes.

“How’s Geralt?” the King asks after he takes his seat.  

“The same. I don’t think he’ll change his mind. He just wants to go home, may not even want to sign the treaty anymore.”

King Julian curses but does not say anything more and begins eating. Throughout the meal, he throws glances in his lover’s direction; the witcher is tense and uncharacteristically quiet.

“What is wrong?” the King inquires eventually. “Is it because of what happened yesterday? I understand if you’re angry, I imagine it’s not easy to –”

“You and your sister weren’t shocked,” Eskel claims, “to find that the Law would grant you the trainees. Surprised, but not shocked.”

The expression on the monarch’s face becomes serious and grim. Pushing his plate away, he asks his lover to follow him. He leads the witcher to the gardens, away from any prying ears. As they stop to stand under a lime tree, King Julian begins to explain.

“That night a week ago, when run out of your rooms out of the sudden, and asked you not to follow... I went to see Renfri. I had... a vision.” Eskel raises his eyebrows in surprise but does not comment. The King continues, “My sister and I have them sometimes, in our dreams. They’re incredibly vague and rarely ever come true but... I saw young boys living in this castle.”

“You didn’t want me to know,” the witcher replies, reproachful. “You invited me to your bed and took me apart, yet you’ve been hiding yourself from me.”

“I’m a strange beast, Eskel,” the King states in his defence. “I prefer to keep some parts of me unseen.”

“You’re no beast, Jaskier,” Eskel retorts. “Whatever creature you are, you’re not a beast.”

Jaskier, touched, brushes his hand through the witcher’s locks in a tender gesture.

“My wonder Wolf,” he murmurs.

Eskel kisses him then, passionately, like he is starving solely for the taste of his lover’s mouth. Jaskier moans and parts his lips willingly, returning the kiss with the same hunger. When they break apart, they pant heavily, their foreheads pressed together.

“I’m close to losing my heart to you,” Eskel confesses in a hot whisper. Jaskier gasps but is not given a chance to respond because the witcher says, “Yet, there is one matter we must address, is there not?” He straightens, looking at Jaskier with both heat and pain in his gaze. “You and Geralt. Whatever lingers between you is far from settled.”

“What of it?” Jaskier asks. “It’s all in the past.”

“Be honest,” the witcher demands sternly. “I notice the way your body reacts to him. Your heart sings for him.”

“It sings for you too! You must see that it does!”

“I fear it’s not the same kind of song. I would rather step back now, while I still can.”

“No,” Jaskier whimpers. “Eskel, I – with you, I’m learning not to be afraid. Of myself. Don’t leave, please – ”

“Don’t fret,” the witcher reassures. “You may still have a friend in me if you wish.”

Jaskier reaches out and lays his palm on the scarred side of Eskel’s face, brushing his thumb against the jagged skin.

“What I wish,” he says quietly, “Is to wake up and fall asleep beside you.”

Eskel heaves a sigh and presses his cheek into the touch.

“Destiny seems to have spoken, Lark,” he argues, voice low and mournful. “If you and Geralt cannot escape each other, you should resolve the issues between you as soon as possible.”

“What makes you believe that you stand in the way? My heart is big enough for two Wolves.”  

“Of that, I have no doubt,” the witcher answers, “But Geralt won’t allow himself a chance as long as he sees that I am with you, and he deserves happiness more than anyone.”

At this, Jaskier withdraws his hand abruptly, turning his head away.

“The Warlord of the North is fortunate indeed,” he mutters angrily, “to have a man by his side who loves him above all else.”

Eskel grasps Jaskier chin with his fingers and tilts his face back to himself. Jaskier allows it, though his gaze is set stubbornly downwards. The witcher leans in close so that their mouths are a mere inch apart.

“Forgive me,” he whispers, the plea sorrowful and soft.

“Only if you come back to me,” Jaskier rasps, the condition equally sad and gentle.

And that is how it ends: gently. Just a brush of lips, a pained sound at the back of Jaskier’s throat, a shudder of Eskel’s breath. Then, the witcher is gone.

Jaskier slumps against the trunk of the lime tree. He produces a string of foul curses, then his eyes well up with tears. He tries to blink them back but they fall anyway; it is not often that he has his own heart broken.

He is found in this state – the picture of heartbreak – by Lady Chancellor. Previously busy with preventing the kingdom from descending into chaos as the two rulers were indisposed, the lady now strides towards the monarch with urgency, her posture showing signs of alarm.  

“My King!” she cries.

“What is it, Temis?” he demands.

“Pont Vanis has been seized!” Temis reveals. “Kovir and Poviss have made their move.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,“ the King drawls. “It can never be just one crisis at a time, can it?”

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May I request what the Chocobros life is like married to s/o? Your stuff is amazing and I hope you're having a good day :)

Aww, thank you so much, Anon!

So, just a note, married life is a ton of fun. I’m currently sitting in bed with my S/O, making fun of the way they pronounce “quilt” (it sounds like “cult”.) 10/10 would recommend marrying your best friend.

I don’t think this is my best work, but I wanted to get something out today! 

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Noctis

Totally loves married life.

Just like normal life but with more kissing.

All the kisses.

Steals kisses.

You are now royalty and have tons of duties.

But you get to see each other every night, so that’s a plus.

And you get to see his smile all the time.

Your moments together are both romantic and fun.

Getting to enjoy mutual distaste of other royals.

And you listen to him complain about things.

He supports you in all of your endeavors.

But also falls asleep on you, a lot.

You’d have a pet…probably a cat or a dog.

Fights are often resolved after much pouting but discussion.

Would take at least a day to apologize.

You’d go your separate ways during the day, but always kiss when you first saw each other at night.

You married and became royalty, but also the spouse to your best friend.

Prompto

You married the funniest man you know.

He’s always making you laugh.

Whether he means to or not.

So many inside jokes.

He can say one word and you bust up laughing.

You’d pull pranks on each other,

And have Nerf gun fights.

But also super thoughtful gifts at every anniversary.

He’s always trying to help around the house.

Not always successful.

You’d have all sorts of cute pets!

He wants a chocobo, but that has to wait.

So for now you have a bunch of cute little pets.

Fights happen infrequently, and he normally apologizes first.

Life is full of joy with this man!

Ignis

Chores are 50/50 as much as you can.

But you each understand that sometimes you have to pull more for the other.

He always loves to cook for you.

But loves to cook WITH you even more, now.

Super organized home, but would try his hardest not to touch your things.

But, man, that gets hard if you’re messy.

Always compliments how you look.

Enjoys being goofy with you.

And you have many inside jokes you refer to as certain “incidents”

“Love, remember the pasta incident?”

Fights are resolved before you go to sleep,

As though you were discussing the matter with a mediator.

But the approach works.

He’s always open about everything: from finances, to feelings.

He embraces the hard discussions.

You’d get one…MAYBE two pets.

Coffee together each morning.

Or at least getting the pot ready for the other.

Married life is a comfortable routine .

Gladio

Seriously, loves being married.

Loves to spoil you.

And tons of laughter.

And learning.

You’d have a whole library together.

All the pets you can cram into your place.

Always trying new things together.

And you’re all about keeping it fresh in the bedroom.

You make a habit of escaping to go camping.

You even have favorite campsites, now.

Fights include yelling, but he calms down quickly.

“Let’s talk about this…” because he wants to work with you.

You are a team and his best friend.

Ravus

Comfort, love, patience. That’s what married life is about to him.

The two of you are so comfortable around each other.

You don’t have to have alone time.

But the two of you still enjoy it and accept it.

Enjoys moments with you, doing separate things together.

Still loves your silly requests.

“Read to me.”

“Dance with me.”

They steal his heart each time.

Pets? Eh, ok. Might get a calico cat.

Pyrna and Umbra are enough for him, though.

But really likes houseplants.

Always wants you close.

His magitech arm brings him discomfort,

And he constantly worries he’ll hurt you with it.

But you quell his fears by lacing your fingers with it.

You comfort him when he wakes from night terrors.

By simply holding him close.

If he’s exceptionally romantic, he’ll dance with you spontaneously.

Fights are rough.

He battles with himself, taught by Niflheim never to give ground,

But wanting to give to you.

It’ll take a lot of coaxing to get him to talk to you and work with you,

Rather than just shutting down or agreeing with you.

You are this man’s everything and he is so happy to be your husband.

Luna

Your life with this wonder is sweet.

So many compliments.

So much showing off.

And you get to kiss her all the time!!!

Sweet, soft kisses.

You’re silly together.

And you dance without warning.

And you love her pets.

If you fought, she’d be incredibly stubborn,

not wanting to move from her position,

But she would calm herself and at least see yours.

But it’d still be a process to come to an agreement.

It just takes practice for her to learn that it’s two people fighting a problem,

Because she’s so used to solving all of the world’s problems on her own.

Married life is a soft routine.

Cor

Married life to him is hard when he’s gone.

Loneliness is a rough partner.  

But it’s soft when he’s there.

You’d slip into an easy routine.

Tons of kisses, but only if you felt like it.

Any time together is enough for him.

You don’t even have to be touching for it to be good.

He would enjoy doing different things but being close to one another.

You’re each unique and enjoy different things.

So it makes sense.

You’d have to remind him to take you out on date nights,

But he’d enjoy doing so.

Fights would be…difficult.

He’d get quiet and too readily agree with you.

You have to coax out of him what he wants and his opinions.

But being married to him is natural.

He’s your best friend and you couldn’t imagine life differently.

Nyx

Oh, so sweet.

He never thought he’d get married.

So he’s thrilled that you are with him.

Always kisses you goodbye.

Fights are rough. He always leaves.

But he comes back after he’s calm to apologize and explain what he was feeling.

Loves you so much.

So protective.

Wants so many pets.

But due to schedules, he’s hesitant to get any.

You could convince him to have a few small pets, though.

But he really wants a big dog.

Like, the biggest dog he can find.

Constantly making remarks about how the situation would be if a large dog were present.

“You’re an amazing cuddler, but you know what would be just as amazing?”

“A dog?”

“A dog…”

The future is unknown, so Nyx makes sure to spend every moment with you that he can. 

Ardyn

So gentle, so soft.

He’d be so protective of you.

And would always show you off.

And ALWAYS introduce you as his spouse.

He’s so proud that he’s married to you.

Still gets turned on by you.

And would be one to never stop learning about you.

Fights are talked out, but you may have to drag him to the discussion.

He’ll likely agree to your position and still do his own.

You have to get him to see your side of the matter.

But he loves you and wants what you want.

He goes out of his way to watch over you and spoil you.

You’re a mischievous and loving couple.

Aranea

Soft and snarky life.

She’d give you nonstop shit.

You give it back.

But that’s your relationship.

It’s all in good nature.

“Wait, how do you pronounce that?” through giggles.

You’d do everything together.

Always at each other’s side.

Fiercely protective of each other.

Your fights would likely be her not talking to you for awhile,

Until she shouldn’t stand it anymore and gave into your pleas for discussion.

And a totally badass fighting combo.

She wouldn’t think to introduce you as her spouse, but when it comes out, it would just make sense.

Life with her is about seeking the horizon with your best friend at your side.

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FFXV Second Play Through Thoughts

So I am doing a second play through (Just finished Chapter 7) of FFXV (of course as a new game + because who doesn’t enjoy slaughtering beasts and demons at a level 80 when they are level 10?) and there are so many things I am noticing that I did not notice the first time:

  - First play through I never truly appreciated how beautiful of a man Ignis really is in this game.

 - I feel like Ignis had to be aware to some degree that the reason the wedding was being held in Altissia was because Regis felt something might go down.  I can’t fully believe that Ignis didn’t have some inkling on what was to come.

 - It became very apparent to me how ok Lunafreya and Noct were about marrying each other.  I mean they weren’t ok with the circumstances, but the fact that it would be to each other they seemed totally fine with.

 - Ignis’s back flips during battle are everything.

 - I can’t not believe that the boys didn’t give Prompto shit for taking a ‘self defense’ training class with Cor prior to departing on the trip.

 - Cor clearly cares about the well being of Prompto.

 - I get Xenia Warrior Princess vibes from Monica.  I wish we got more screen time from her.

 - If I was Gladio I would have been way more angry that Iris didn’t call me first before Noct.

 - Ardyn is still the personification of stranger danger.

 - The first time around I missed that Sania was at Hammerhead and Gladio was talking with her.  I could only imagine what they were talking about lol.

 - I feel like Takka lived for some in depth conversations about recipes with Ignis.

 - Prompto clearly had it bad for Cindy, I mean pick that man’s jaw up off the floor bad for her.  His feelings for Aranea and Iris were more casual “hey those girls are cute…” sort of thing.

 - Noctis was a cocky little shit in Chapter 2.

 - I still think the guys are idiots for taking Ardyn up on his ‘offers’.

 - Did Carbuncle always photo bomb my photos or did that come from an update?  Because it’s god damn cute.

 - Base Busting is still as funny as it was when I did my first play through and Prompto really needs to start a side business doing this.

 - The little details are still amazing the second time around.

 - Apparently Iris can ride Chocobos and I never knew and her Chocobo in my game was hot pink and it was everything.

 - Iris should have just come along for the whole journey, she is queen.

 - Talcott talking about his late grandfather still breaks my fucking heart.

 - Replaying the game makes me think that the girl Gladio meets during the ten years of darkness is someone who works at the power plant in Lestallum.  I think the big guy has a thing for built women.

 - I haven’t watched Kingsglaive but is Loqi and Caliglio in that movie?  They just seem so random in this game to me.

 - I feel like Dustin is the ninja assassin in the crownsguard and you can’t convince me otherwise.

 - I love Prompto, don’t get me wrong, but my god sometimes he can be such a whiny bitch. It makes me wonder how on earth Ignis put up with that on their journey.  Like I just envision Ignis yelling at him in the Regalia saying “he should have went when they were at the last rest stop and that he needs to hold it” since he will not pull over just so he can go pee and then Noct making some comment about going off the side and Ignis getting more mad lol.

 - How many books did Gladio bring on this trip?  So far I have seen a total of 3 different books.

 - I get the Ignis/Aranea shippers…I 100% get it now and I am on board.  I just want them to out sass each other and end up making out.

 - I also am 100% in Gladnis hell on second play through.

 - And I am still on the Noct/Iris train.  I am really loving Iris more playing the second time.

 - I need more Cor in my life, thank the six he is in Gladio’s DLC.

 - Cid reminds me of a guy that has seen some shit in his life time and will never let you forget that fact.

 - I really need to know what the Reggie/Cid fallout was.

 - Even on second play through I still needed to give Prompto Chocobos over Gladio needing to make sure his sister was ok in Lestallum.  He just needs to ride those Chocobos all day!

 - I used to think I had a bad coffee addiction, until I was introduced to Mr. Ignis Scientia who quite literally gets cravings during battles and at inappropriate times.  Like, Iggy seriously get your shit together.

 - This game had some very under used strong female characters and I am very upset they were not used to their fullest.

 - Aranea needs a spin off game.

 - When Aranea is talking with Prompto about MT’s being demons my heart just broke and I cried a thousand tears.  I am still unclear as to if he really knew he was an MT at that point (I mean I know he knows he was from Niffelheim) but the fact that he might have just made that conversation even harder to hear.

 - Anyone else get the vibe that maybe Cindy either swings both ways or is into the ladies based on the fact that she coaxed Holly with a dinner?  Just something about the way Holly talked about it made me get that vibe.  Maybe it’s not so much that she is married to her job as it is that she plays for the other team.  Or maybe Holly is really into her?  I am ok with either.

 - Dino is just a gigolo trying to make that dolla.

 - Ardyn is still stranger danger 101.

 - The Titan battle is hands down the best battle of the whole game.

 - Also I don’t know how I missed the Fallgrove tomb being robbed and having no weapon in it the first play through I did.

 - Gladio is way too casual about his scars when he rejoins the group.  I would have never let him just brush it off like that.  I mean the man’s chest looks like he just had open heart surgery.

 - Also how could Noctis not know the hunter in the power plant was Gladio…it was painfully obvious even when you had the sound on mute.

 - I definitely yelled at my TV screen “Fuck you Holly I am getting these demons even if I melt to death in this power plant” when she came over the radio telling me to abort the mission.

 - I still overwhelmingly really love this game.

 I will post again when I play through the rest of the game.  But I can not wait for the Gladio DLC at the end of the month.  Cor and him are looking so fine in that trailer.  Also anyone else getting the vibes that Cor is really immortal from that?  If he is I called it months ago lol.