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I still remember how nervous I was. I posted it right before I went to bed (so I wouldn’t check on it every few seconds) and when I woke up the next day I had two or three comments and I nearly cried. I hadn’t expected to get any comments or at most a nasty comment, but they were kind and encouraging.

Thank you to the people who commented on this fic even though I had never posted anything before. Thank you to everyone who does that and thank you to everyone who every read, liked, reblogged, left kudos or commented on one of my fics! You don’t know how much that means to me! 💖💖💖💖

In which Geralt and Jaskier meet again after a winter apart Or a toothrottingly fluffy geraskier first kiss

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CW: nothing, just fluff, 821 words

thank you @stinastar for your help <3

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Jaskier spotted Geralt outside the tavern, carrying his saddlebags out the stables. Without thinking twice he started running towards his witcher, calling his name breathlessly before he dropped his bag and flung himself into Geralt’s arms. 

Even though Oxenfurt had been a pleasant change to the hardships of the path, his enjoyment of these pleasantries had quickly worn thin over missing the excitement of travelling with Geralt when he never knew what the next day would bring. And of course he had missed Geralt himself over these long winter months. A lot.

Geralt did not show any sign of surprise but instinctively wrapped his arms around Jaskier and drew him in tightly, feeling something restless in his chest still that he had not noticed before. He could feel the smooth silken fabric of Jaskier’s colorful doublet, his heaving breaths as if he had been running and Jaskier’s arms around Geralt’s middle hugging him back just as tightly. They stood like this for a while, neither wanting to let go just yet.

It felt good but also...strange. They had never hugged like this before. Geralt had made sure to keep his distance and their goodbye before the winter had been a heartfelt but short embrace with a pat on the back. 

“Hi,” Jaskier whispered softly, his hot breath caressing the shell of Geralt’s ear. He had his cheek pressed against Geralt’s and even just this single syllable of Jaskier’s rich voice sent a warm trickle down the witcher’s spine. “Hey,” he whispered back.

Normally Geralt was good at containing his emotions, neatly stowing them away in a dark corner of his heart behind an impenetrable wall, but by jumping into his arms, Jaskier seemed to have broken down this barrier, because now a rush of emotions crashed over Geralt. It felt like a pain he hadn’t noticed before was suddenly soothed, as if his arms had been aching to hold Jaskier, as if Jaskier was the only one able to sate his hungry heart and to warm his cold bones. Geralt breathed in deeply and savoured Jaskier’s familiar warm scent and let one of his hands wander up to the nape of his neck. 

Jaskier breathed out and closed his eyes, relaxing against Geralt and feeling secure in his strong arms. The stubble on Geralt’s cheek felt more like a tickle than a scratch as he turned his head slowly without losing contact. He pressed his nose against Geralt’s cheek, letting his lips hover above the skin and exhaled slowly. 

Geralt’s heart was hammering in his chest and his cheeks felt hot not just from Jaskier’s breaths. His own breath escaped his lungs in a soft sigh as he felt Jaskier’s soft lips oh so tenderly press against his cheek and his attention zeroed in on where his lips lingered.

And then the bard pursed his lips in a tentative kiss and whispered the words “I missed you” against Geralt’s skin, his voice nearly breaking at his own wave of emotions. Geralt leaned into the touch and turned his head a fraction. Every thought fled his head as he felt Jaskier’s lips brush against the corner of his mouth.

A moment later Jaskier drew away a bit but only to rest his forehead against Geralt’s. He blinked his eyes open to look into Geralt’s golden ones.

“Geralt…” Jaskier said, still a bit breathless, “I have to kiss you if you look at me like this.” The corner of Geralt’s mouth curled up in a smirk but he otherwise didn’t move, eyes still fixed on Jaskier’s. So the bard leaned in once more and Geralt met him half-way in a soft kiss, his body knowing what he wanted better than his stumbling thoughts. 

Jaskier’s lips felt wonderful on his. Geralt had kissed other people before, always with passion and desire, but this was different, this felt better than with anyone else. Jaskier tilted his head and Geralt sucked softly at his plush lower lip and Jaskier moaned, a sound so exquisite Geralt wanted, no, needed, to hear it again. He opened his mouth and gently nudged his tongue against Jaskier’s lips and when the bard parted them for him, it was Geralt’s turn to moan softly. Their tongues brushed together carefully and Geralt opened his mouth wider, deepening the kiss. This was not like the urgent kisses with someone you shared a bed with for the night. This kiss was a slow mapping out of a new terrain, a new way of getting to know someone you already knew so well and a cautious promise for more.

“Oi, get a room,” someone shouted and Geralt broke their kiss to glower at the shouter. 

Without letting go of Jaskier he replied, “already got one” and held up a key dangling from his index finger. Jaskier laughed and gave Geralt a quick kiss on the cheek before they made their way to the room.

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Dies ist die deutsche Übersetzung von meinem englischsprachigen Headcanon Breakfast at Kaer Morhen

Die Wolf-Hexer essen gerne warmen Haferbrei zum Frühstück

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Ich stelle mir gerne vor, dass die Wolf Hexer im Winter auf Kaer Morhen Haferbrei zum Frühstück essen. Sie wechseln sich ab mit Küchendienst, wozu es gehört, vor allen anderen aufzustehen und einen großen Topf Haferbrei zu kochen.

Sie haben verschiedenste Zutaten: unterschiedliche eingelegte und getrocknete Früchte und Beeren, Honig und Ahornsirup, unterschiedliche Nüsse und Gewürze wie Zimt oder Vanille aus Toussaint. In manchen Wintern haben sie sogar Schokolade. 

Jeder von ihnen hat seine Stärken und bereitet den Haferbrei ein bisschen anders zu. Vesemir macht immer genau die richtige Menge; genug um seine hungrigen Jungs satt zu kriegen, aber auch nicht zu viel. Wenn Geralt den Haferbrei zubereitet, hat der die beste Konsistenz, weil Geralt das monotone Rühren beruhigend findet. Eskel achtet am besten auf die Zeit - sein Haferbrei ist immer genau dann fertig und der Tisch gedeckt, wenn der erste hungrige Wolf in die Küche trottet. Auch wenn Lambert es hasst so früh aufzustehen, liebt er die ruhigen Morgende. Er probiert gerne etwas neues aus, verändert das Verhältnis von Wasser zu Ziegenmilch oder rührt ein bisschen Cayenne-Pfeffer in den Brei (was alle furchtbar fanden außer er selbst).

Sie frühstücken nicht immer zusammen. Manchmal kommen sie nur kurz in die Küche und essen schnell gegen eine Arbeitsplatte gelehnt eine Schüssel Haferbrei bevor sie zum morgendlichen Training eilen. 

Aber auch wenn es niemand von ihnen je zugeben würde, ihre liebsten Morgenden sind die, wenn sie zusammen am großen Eichenholztisch in der Küche sitzen, den großen Topf mit Haferbrei in die Mitte des Tisches stellen mit allen Zutaten und zusammen essen, quatschen und den Tag planen. 

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For the cake asks:

Coffee: Book that reminds you of your childhood?

Oh man, there are SO MANY and every single one of them is SO German, lol

So, I apologise for my non-German followers, but here’s a short list: Grimm’s Fairy Tales, Der Räuber Hotzenplotz, Jim Knopf, Der kleine Ritter Trenk, Der kleine Wassermann, Die kleine Hexe, Das kleine Gespenst, Wir Kinder aus dem Möwenweg...

I could go on for days, to be honest, my parents read a lot of books to me as a child. But I think those are the most important ones!

Thanks for the question :)

Thank you for tagging me in this @stinastar <3

List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

Geralt was pacing in his room. - Words are hard sometimes

“Geralt, this is stupid, just bite me!” - Just bite me

Geralt could kick himself. - Roach knows best

Geralt was confused. - Too much

Sometimes it’s just like that. - Just the two of them

Ciri was standing in the great hall of the Kaer Trolde citadel, watching the feast Queen Cerys had invited her and the other wolf witchers to. - There is nothing more romantic than arm wrestling

“Jaskier...should I…do you want me to…” - Do you want me to…?

Geralt had just returned from a hunt and only grunted a greeting to Jaskier. - Don’t raise your voice at me

“You cannot expect me to wear this ridiculous outfit,” Geralt said, nodding at the colourful ensemble of clothes Jaskier had laid out for him. - Lovely Bottom

“Jaskier,” Geralt growled from where he was sitting on Roach, “where are you going?” - Barefoot

Jaskier was only half conscious when Geralt practically dragged him over the threshold of Kaer Morhen. - Cold winds and hot springs

“What are you watching?” Jaskier asked as he walked into the living room. - Perseverance

Geralt and Jaskier had boarded the Black Dragon - a ship from Novigrad to Skellige - a week ago. - Bowline

 “Geralt, stop!” Jaskier nearly shouted, “don’t be an ass and let me have a look at your shoulder.” - Injured witcher and feral bard

“Come out of the bath, the water must be cold by now,” Jaskier said, but Geralt just growled quietly and kept his eyes closed. - Come out of the bath

The day had barely begun when Geralt woke up surrounded by the faint glow of the sun about to rise in the east. - Lashes

When Geralt neared the clearing he saw Jaskier rummaging through their bags with his back to him. - Grieving

Jaskier plopped down on the bench next to Eskel. - Dance with me 

Jaskier had to hurry to bring the stack of books he just got from the library to his office before his next lecture.  - Glasses

“Don’t you want to kiss me?” Jaskier asked the dark haired witcher with a soft smile. - You don’t need to kiss me

One pattern, similar to Stina, a lot of them begin with the name of the protagonist :D 

What I try to do with the first sentence (or at least the first paragraph) - but not always succeed - is to make it interesting, to grab the attention of the reader. So I try not to start with something too boring and descriptive but with a bit of action, dialogue or something else that catches the eye. Or try to establish the main protagonist and the main conflict of the story

I think I kinda managed that with 20. “Don’t you want to kiss me?” Jaskier asked the dark haired witcher with a soft smile.

Ellie! Darling! <3

Ummmm if we’re going off something I say a lot in real like it would be either

Ellie! Darling! I’m sorry this took so long! (And I’m very sorry to everyone who has older asks... some of them have turned into projects)

I hope you like this little head canon!

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It happens because Geralt is out hunting.

Well, it happens because Jaskier is a dumbass who thought going out to the stables during a blizzard was   a good idea

He comes back into the keep, limping, shivering, covered head to toe in snow

"What the fuck were you doing out there?"

"I wanted to check on Roach."

"IN A BLIZZARD?"

"I missed her."

"THERE'S A BLIZZARD."

Jaskier's standing in front of Lambert, shivering still covered in melting snow.

Lambert takes a deep breath, deciding he can't let his brothers boyfriend die.

After ripping off Jaskier's outer layer, Lambert grabs his hands and curses, pulling him over to the fire.

He's far too cold, dangerously so.

He urges Jaskier down to just his underclothes, stripping himself as well.

He settles them down, sitting in front of the fire on a pile of furs, his front to Jaskier's back.

"Why would you go out there? Surely you know better?"

Jaskier's quiet for a while other than the chattering from his teeth.

"Geralt's been gone for three days on this hunting trip. I was lonely."

Lambert grows quiet, contemplating it. He knows the feeling well, how hard loneliness could be.

"Well you aren't alone anymore, bard. I'm here. I'll keep you company until he gets back, okay?"

Jaskier nods, wiggling against Lambert as pin pricks lit his fingers and toes with pain.

Lambert lets out a small smile he knows the bard can't see.

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