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☆ caught in the rain meme ☆ little steps meme ☆ affectionate physical contact meme ☆ picture prompt also acceptable but link them so it's tidy ☆ AU ideas: soulmates AU, reincarnation AU, Bad End AU, canon divergent/roleswap AU, dorky college AU, crossover AU, super indulgent high fantasy AU ☆ melodrama is ultimate tier ★ SHIPPING AND FUCC: ☆ non-fluffy relationship types I'm down for: codependent, master/servant power imbalance type ships, "we're bad for each other but worse for anyone else," other things I am failing to think of tbh ☆ things I am not into: noncon (includes "dubcon"), incest, tsundere shit if your tsundere is just verbally abusive, gratuitous torture porn, you'll probably have to ask me about harder kinks and they will vary by character ☆ I don't have a kink list so pitch me an idea if u thirsty ☆ if you would prefer a locked post I can also make that happen

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[This time, Jaskier is certain the point the fight goes wrong is not his fault. Unlike all the other times that are his fault, however, he stays mercifully quiet about it— blessed silence at last, at least after all the very noisy panicking he did while somehow getting Geralt back to this inn. Frankly, he doesn't know what went wrong, only that Geralt was mid-grapple with some kind of nasty something or other and then suddenly he was staggering, bloody, and the beast went down but Geralt nearly did as well— and Jaskier, safely at a distance, had run toward him without thinking about it.

That one got him hit upside the head, but without Geralt's usual strength (and he'll have to reflect later on how he knows that from getting whapped by ungrateful best friends so often later), and that only made him panic louder, so really - who played who, here?

Nevertheless: it's a long haul back to the town, both of them smeared with blood (monster and otherwise) and viscera (mercifully not otherwise) by the time Jaskier steers them into the tavern and shouts for someone to go and fetch a doctor. The doctor is fetched, Geralt's ruined clothing peeled off and tossed aside, the wound cleaned and tended to— and he's not a normal man by any means, so there isn't really a reason for Jaskier to worry as much as he does, but... well. He does anyway? It's hard not to; all it takes is the single seedling of a thought, that maybe Geralt will leave his life abruptly, the usual, but not come back one day to set him to fretting. The doctor makes him sit in the corner, which he does, twisting his fingers anxiously and waiting.

As soon as the doctor leaves he hastily moves to Geralt's side, where he remains for the next hour or so while Geralt sleeps. It's only when he stirs slightly that Jaskier leans over, peering, ah, definitely too closely at his face.]

Geralt? [...] Geeeralt?

[Wake up and talk to him, you big jackass!! Those bandages will need to be changed soon, but also: think of his many feelings.]

[whitewolfed]

[This is not the first time he's nearly died.

Honestly, it's just a part of the job description. Bards have to memorize chords, queens occasionally have to don corsets instead of armor, and witchers really ought to expect more than their fair share of life-threatening injuries. You stop caring after a while, really. Either destiny will favor you or she won't; no point in fussing either way.

Which isn't so say he's not pleased to wake up. But maybe he keeps his eyes closed a little longer than strictly necessary, because he's too used to this and he knows what's coming from Jaskier.]

Hrm.

[It's a wordless grunt, an acknowledgement. And then he opens his eyes, staring blankly up at him.]

Back. Now.

[He'll push him if he doesn't move, though not too roughly. For now.]

How long have I been asleep?