Ok but Geralt practicing his speech to ask jaskier to marry him.
It has to be perfect, the bard deserves the world. So he spends weeks looking up poetry to get inspired. He spends even longer writing up the speech, and editing it. (And setting it on fire when he gets frustrated and has to start over)
He then needs to practice saying the speech. At first it's in an abandoned tower where no one can hear him.
Then he stands in front of a mirror so he can practise his body language and when to kneel (without dropping the ring his heart nearly stopped when he couldn't find it that one time he did).
But then he realizes he needs to practice with an audience so he can really be sure he won't freeze or mix up his words. This is the final challenge, then he will be ready to talk to jaskier, and hopefully by some miracle, the bard Will say yes.
Anyways that's how jaskier comes upon Geralt saying the most romantic speech hes ever heard in his life and kneeling in front of roach asking her to marry him.
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Inspired by this post by @babyboyargyle about Steve touching Eddie’s hair. I just wanted to write some fluff about these two getting together.
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Eddie wasn’t an insecure person. It was something that had aggravated his bullies to no end. Any attempts at what they had thought would be obvious insecurities for Eddie had done nothing. They were all met with a cocky grin and a “Is that the best you’ve got?”, which infuriated them further. Eddie took great pleasure in infuriating bullies.
No, Eddie wasn’t typically insecure, but since he and Steve “The Hair” Harrington had started flirting in earnest, there had been a few… Self-conscious thoughts that had been floating around his head. It was irritating. Eddie wasn’t insecure, but he really liked Steve. Sometimes he just… Worried. It wasn’t like they were together or anything, but Eddie found himself caring a great deal what Steve thought about things.
They were sitting at the back of a movie theatre, the kids all scattered in the rows in front of them, and Eddie very aware of Steve’s arm draped over the back of Eddie’s seat. They were whispering their quiet, playful flirting. Steve’s fingers started playing with Eddie’s hair before he… He fucking recoiled.
“You okay, Stevie?” Eddie whispered, alarmed.
Steve was making some… Face? Disgust maybe? A thousand panicked thoughts raced through his brain, but he couldn’t remember what he had just said that could have been so bad. Surely nothing that different from their usual flirting, right?
Steve pulled back his arm, holding it almost protectively away from Eddie.
“Dude, what the fuck is wrong with your hair?!” Steve hissed.
Eddie blinked at him.
“...What?”
“Your hair! Why does it feel so dead!” Steve made an exaggerated face that Eddie would normally find hilarious, but he was still so taken aback by what Steve had just said.
“You… You’re upset about how my hair feels…?” Eddie asked, trying to wrap his head around what was happening.
“Uh, yeah! What products are you using? Because they clearly aren’t working for you…” Steve was inspecting Eddie’s hair now, tutting disapprovingly. Eddie opened his mouth, but had no idea how to even respond to that. He turned back to the movie.
A few seconds passed, but he felt Steve’s eyes on him intently. He tried to ignore it, realising that of course hair was a big deal to Steve “The Hair” Harrington.
“You wanna fix my hair don’t you?” Eddie asked without even turning to Steve.
“Please!” Steve said, like he had been bursting to say it.
Eddie laughed quietly, and looked at Steve out of the corner of his eye. Those big eyes were looking at him pleadingly, hopefully, and well… Eddie was a sucker for Steve. So he sighed, resigned, and waved his hand dismissively.
“Fine. But only once!” Eddie conceded.
Steve leaned into Eddie’s shoulder with a victorious smile.
“Oh, trust me, you’ll be begging for more,” he whispered smoothly.
Eddie felt his stomach do a flip, and grinned back at Steve.
“Is that a promise?” Eddie asked, leaning his face leaning towards Steve.
“Oh, absolutely,” Steve replied, “you won’t want me to stop.”
“We’ll see about that.”
~
A couple of days later Eddie was at Steve’s place. The Harringtons were out of town, which meant Steve had the place to himself, and he could invite Eddie “The Freak” Munson over without anyone the wiser.
“I hope you’re ready for the one and only time you get to have your way with my hair,” Eddie said, folding his arms.
Steve smirked, gesturing for Eddie to follow as he climbed the stairs.
“I’m gonna change your life,” he said confidently. Eddie scoffed.
“Huge claim to make, you better be able to deliver Stevie.”
Steve hummed confidently as he led Eddie to the bathroom. Eddie froze in the doorway. The Harringtons had a huge bathroom, but that is something Eddie had expected. What he hadn’t expected was a huge bath with two chairs in it, with various bottles lining the edge of it. There was even a large jug of water and multiple towels set up.
“Is it too late to back out?” Eddie asked.
“Yup! Take off your shoes and roll up your jeans,” Steve said as he was rolling up his own.
Eddie sighed and did as he was told, also pulling off his jacket. He sat down in one of the chairs in the bath, directed by Steve. A very soft towel was placed over his shoulders, and Eddie started to feel those insecu- no… Concerns, creeping back in again. The striking different between his world and Steve’s world was always there, but it hadn’t been wrapped around his shoulders until now. Just a towel, and it felt so different.
Eddie wondered if this was something the rich kids did pretty often. Pamper each other and do each other’s hair. It felt odd.
Steve was still fussing around the room, when he brought a boom box into the room, sitting it by the doorway, and put on a tape at a soft volume. Eddie had expected Steve to play some disco or new wave music, but he was pleased to hear that it was rock music. It felt like a compromise Steve had made, and Eddie smiled to himself.
Steve finally settled himself on the chair behind Eddie.
“Are you comfortable?” Steve asked softly.
“Uh… Yeah, yeah,” Eddie replied. He felt a bit awkward, but it was too late to back out now. Steve had got all this ready for him.
“Good,” Steve sounded pleased, “tilt your head back for me and keep your eyes closed.”
Eddie did as he was told. Steve cupped a hand over the top of Eddie’s hairline as he poured warm water over his hair. He filled the jug of water from the bath tap beside them a few times, making sure Eddie’s hair was soaked through properly.
“Let me know if this hurts at all,” Steve said.
He picked up one of the products, shampoo, and lathered it through Eddie’s hair.
Eddie felt a tingle go up his spine as Steve gently massaged his scalp and hair. For a moment, he was almost embarrassed to admit how nice it felt, but after a while, he felt his whole body begin to relax. Even the occasional tug when Steve’s fingers found a knot didn’t bother Eddie. Steve hummed again, this time in approval.
“You beginning to enjoy yourself already?” He asked teasingly, but his voice was still soft.
Eddie sighed contently, sinking down in his chair.
“Do you have magic hands or something? That feels incredible,” Eddie murmured.
Steve laughed, “Yeah? You like my hands?”
Eddie hummed an affirmation, not embarrassed to admit it. Steve chuckled.
Steve cupped his hand over Eddie’s hairline again as he washed out the shampoo. Next up was the conditioner.
Eddie felt Steve’s hands comb the product through his hair gently, trying to detangle it without hurting him, starting from the bottom and working his way up. He did the same with a wide-tooth comb. It was already more than Eddie had ever done to his hair.
“Do you do this much?” Eddie asked curiously.
“No, actually,” Steve replied. “You’re the first.”
“Really?” Eddie looked up at Steve while trying not to move. “You seem to really know what you’re doing.”
“Yeah, well, this is kinda just… The one thing I’m really good at,” Steve said with a slight laugh.
“That’s not true,” Eddie said with a frown.
“Oh yeah?” Steve asked, then leaned close to Eddie’s ear, “and what else do you think I’m good at?”
Eddie felt his face heat up, suddenly flustered.
“Well, you’re a wonderful flirt, for one,” Eddie grinned up at Steve, who laughed.
“Yeah? Do you think I’m charming, Munson?” Steve smirked down at him, his eyes lit up with delight.
Eddie liked seeing that look on his face.
“Absolutely. King of Charm, for sure,” Eddie nodded. Steve laughed again.
“Close your eyes,” Steve murmured, cupping Eddie’s hairline again and washing out the conditioner. He hummed for a moment, then stood up, getting out of the bath. Eddie moved to get up as well, but Steve tutted.
“I just need to get something, stay right there,” he said before disappearing.
Eddie let his fingers drum on his leg to the music. He had been so apprehensive before, but this… This was nice. It had surprised him. Regardless of all the things the rest of their friends had to say about Steve, with Eddie he was unexpectedly gentle.
Considering the circumstances they had met under, Eddie supposed that they sort of owed each other a certain level of gentleness. It wasn’t like this with the others, though.
Steve appeared again, and Eddie flinched a little in surprise.
“Sorry,” Steve said quietly, but Eddie just shot him a smile.
“‘S okay, I’m just not used to being this relaxed,” Eddie said. Steve beamed down at him like Eddie’s own person sun. His heart felt ready to burst.
He glanced down at the item in Steve’s hand.
“Is that a t-shirt?” he asked.
“Yup, cotton,” Steve explained. When Eddie raised an eyebrow he continued, “You’ve got curly hair, so this is better to dry your hair with instead of the towels. I didn’t think about that before.”
Eddie closed his eyes as Steve took his seat behind him and started to dry his hair, gently lifting and squeezing with the t-shirt. No one had ever taken this much care with Eddie before. With all the flirting and dancing around each other that the two of them had been doing, Eddie had to admit that the care Steve took with him now felt different. It was like he could feel himself falling in love.
Of course, there were any number of things that Eddie admired about Steve now. He cared about the kids deeply, he threw himself into danger if it meant helping people. Steve was brave and caring, and of course he was funny, sarcastic, and very easy on the eyes too. All of that would be enough, but this was more. This, despite Steve just washing his hair, felt more intimate than anything Eddie had felt before. He started chewing on his lip as he realised the weight of that feeling on his heart.
Steve’s hands stopped, and he leaned forward.
“Hey, are you okay?” he said, barely above a whisper.
Eddie’s eyes opened, looking into Steve’s big, worried ones. He was so damn attentive… Fuck.
“Y-yeah… I’m fine…” Eddie murmured, not sure how to pull his eyes away. He felt… Vulnerable.
Steve’s eyebrows creased together, looking intently into Eddie’s eyes, as though a secret might reveal itself there. Eddie gulped.
“N-no… No one’s ever done something like this for me…” Eddie said, finally pulling his eyes away. “It just… Feels…”
“Intimate?” Steve supplied. Eddie nodded.
Steve’s hands resumed drying Eddie’s hair with the t-shirt and he hummed.
“I guess it is. I would only do this for people I felt really close to,” Steve said thoughtfully.
“Yeah? Would you do this for Robin or Dustin?” Eddie asked curiously.
“Probably,” Steve replied, but there was a pause. “Maybe not this, though.”
Eddie was about to ask what, when he felt Steve’s warm lips on his forehead. Eddie’s breath caught in his through. His forehead tingled against those soft lips. He felt Steve smile against his skin before he pulled back, picking up another bottle of product. He rubbed it in his hands before running them through Eddie’s hair.
Eddie’s mouth pulled slowly into a wide grin, and he relaxed back into the chair once more. Steve started massaging his scalp again, and Eddie hummed in enjoyment. They spent so long like that, Eddie was sure Steve hadn’t needed to massage his head for this long, but there was no way he was going to complain. It felt like heaven on earth.
When Steve did stop, he helped Eddie over the side of the bath, and dried his feet from the excess water. Eddie watched him as he was kneeled down in front of him, focused on his task. When he looked up, Eddie surged forward, his lips meeting Steve’s. Steve made a muffled sound of surprise, but melted into the kiss quickly, a hand going to the back of Eddie’s neck.
They pulled apart, and Steve was smiling at him so sweetly. Eddie felt like his heart might just stop permanently then and there.
“So, you’re going to let your hair dry naturally,” Steve started, and picked up three of the bottles and a comb. “And you are going to use all three of these separately. I know you’re using the two in one shampoo and conditioner, but I want you to just throw that in the bin, okay?”
A fond smile crept over Eddie’s features, and he nodded.
“You can’t just wash my hair every day?” he asked.
“Well you shouldn’t be washing it every day, just every second or third day,” Steve said firmly.
“So… I can’t just get you to wash it every second or third day?” Eddie asked, leaning into Steve’s space again with a sly smile.
Steve smirked.
“Well, you told me this was just a one time thing, right?” Steve said innocently, but there was glint in his eye. “Or are you finally going to beg me for more?”
“Please?” Eddie said instantly, trying to flutter his eyes at Steve, who pretended to be considering it. “Pretty, pretty please?”
“Mmmm… Maybe just once more,” Steve said, leaning in until their lips were almost touching.
“Pretty, pretty, pretty please?” Eddie breathed.
Steve cupped his face as he kissed him. Steve pulled away, looking at Eddie with a pleased expression.
“Yeah, okay,” he said simply, making them both laugh.
~
Eddie’s hair had dried. Steve was convinced it would take a while for his hair to adjust and repair, but Eddie couldn’t deny that it was definitely better than the scruffy curls he usually had.
They were sitting together on Steve’s couch, watching a movie. Steve’s arm was once again draped across Eddie’s shoulders. He was playing with Eddie’s hair, and this time he wasn’t cringing. Eddie would be lying if he said he didn’t like the feeling. It was soothing. He fell asleep like that, resting on Steve’s shoulder. Steve smiled down at him, giving him another kiss on the head, hugging him close.
Eddie would admit later that Steve had been right. A hair wash really did feel like it had changed his life, and he would absolutely be begging for more.
Michael loved snow. You didn’t. But when the kid threw a snowball at you, who were you to say no?
The little zombie piglin looked adorable in his winter coat and pants, snorting playfully while he made another crude snowball. You shook your head with a small smile, making a small one yourself and throwing it in his direction.
The kid squealed with excitement, earning a laugh from you.
Little did you know Ranboo and Tubbo were watching from afar, smiles on their faces, silently recording the interaction. They knew you loved Michael.
It’s so warm here and the air is so sweet and summery that I just got to overwhelming urge to write a lil fic! And since it’s Easter I thought what better than an Easter lil fic as a surprise for you kiddos? :D This is 100% fluffy, which, if you know me at all, you know is super rare, so enjoy it, bbys! And thank you, my dear Anon, for the request! I hope you like it! :) <333 (Read other lil fics here)
“You’ve been smiling for the entire meal, mon ami,” Laf said with a smirk as he and Alexander cleared the table after another Easter dinner with their adoptive parents, the Washingtons.
Alex tried to hide his face as he felt it becoming hotter. “Was not,” he mumbled weakly.
Lafayette just laughed in response.
“Thanks for helping, boys,” Martha said as the two placed the last stack of dirty dishes in the sink. “Gilbert, can you see if Grammy and Poppy want coffee?”
“Oui, Mama,” he said. He cocked an eyebrow at Alexander before he left the kitchen, letting his younger brother know they were not through with their discussion.
Alex internally groaned. He knew he’d had that goofy grin on his face for the entire dinner, but it wasn’t his fault. John Laurens, his best friend, his crush of the past two years, had texted him something adorable right before it was time to sit down for Easter dinner. Alexander wasn’t to blame if the words kept reappearing in his mind, causing that silly smile to overtake his face again and again. He was grateful his grandmother had poor vision because if she saw him smiling like that, well, she was even worse than Laf with the questions and knowing glances.
“Can you dry for me, Alex?” Martha unknowingly snapped him out of his reverie.
“Sure.” He grabbed the dish towel off of the counter and began drying some silverware Martha had just cleaned.
His mind wandered back to the text, or, rather, the entire conversation between the two of them. He had it memorized by now. He was certain every word, every punctuation mark, was seared into his brain permanently.
Alexander: Happy Easter, J-Lau :)
John Laurens: Happy Easter, Ham Man :)John Laurens: U got plans?
Alexander: Just the usual. Dinner w/ my grandparents.Alexander: You?
John Laurens: well we just got back from church and now we’re getting ready to go to my aunt’s for dinner
Alexander: that sounds nice!
John Laurens: eh. If you think church is religious, you should meet my aunt. She’s like a walking cathedral I swear to godJohn Laurens: I don’t wanna go :(
Alexander: :((( if you could do anything for Easter what would it be?
John Laurens: hmmmmmJohn Laurens: I would come over to your place
Alexander: :D what would you wanna do?
Alexander had to admit–– he’d assumed John would say something benign, like dye Easter eggs, or watch Disney movies, or just have dinner with Alex’s family; the kind of stuff they always did together because they were friends and that’s what friends do.
John Laurens: I would give you a plastic Easter eggJohn Laurens: with a note inside
Alex knew something was up. John was mischievous, but this? This was… different. His fingers shook ever so slightly as he thumbed out his reply.
Alexander: what would the note say?
The moment between when he hit send and when his phone buzzed again was tortuous. Just before it vibrated he’d heard car doors slamming shut in the driveway–– his grandparents had arrived and he needed to get off his phone, but he also needed John’s response.
He desperately opened the text, his breath stopping, trapped in his throat, his lungs, as he read what John had written.
John Laurens: it would say “kiss me”
All Alexander could do was stare at the text. He stared and stared and stared. He stared as he heard his grandparents enter the house, and he stared as he heard Lafayette’s bubbly voice greet them. He stared as he heard George call for him.
John Laurens: shitJohn Laurens: I’m sorry for being weird shit shit shit John Laurens: any chance you could forget I ever said that?
Alex heard George call for him again. He replied as quickly as possible before pocketing his phone.
Alexander: noAlexander: you would have to come over here and make meAlexander: ;)
As he descended the stairs to greet his grandparents, his phone vibrated. He pulled it out of his pocket and glanced at the screen.
John Laurens: then I’ll see you later tonight John Laurens: with an Easter egg
And that was why Alexander Hamilton absolutely could not stop smiling throughout all of Easter dinner, or even now, as he dried dish after dish for Martha.
When the doorbell rang, his heart actually stopped beating for a millisecond.
“Alexander!” Laf called from the other room. “It’s Laurens!”
Alex froze, dish towel and pot in hand. Martha put a hand on Alex’s shoulder.
“Go ahead, Alex,” she said with a knowing smile.
How does Laf tell everyone so fast? he wondered as he nodded and walked toward the door. It was only when he got to the door that he realized he was still holding the towel and pot. He stuffed the towel in the pot and opened the door.
John Laurens was standing on the front step, a single pink plastic Easter egg in hand. He stared into Alex’s eyes for a moment before popping it open and holding it out. Alex pulled a small piece of paper from the egg. His hand was trembling so much he almost couldn’t read it.
But he could, and there was no denying the two words written in John’s scrawl: Kiss me?
Alexander looked up at John and saw the fear and anticipation in his best friend’s eyes that he was certain mirrored his own. Without another thought, he shut his eyes and leaned in.
The moment when their lips met was cosmic. Alex swore stars were created as they kissed. When he finally pulled away, John Laurens was grinning and tears were streaking down his freckled face.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” John whispered.
Alex reached into the pot and grabbed the dish towel, using it to dot the tears off of John’s face.
“Alex?” John said.
“John?” Alex said.
“Why the fuck do you have a pot and dish towel?” He whispered.
Alexander burst into a fit of laughter so hard that he doubled over gasping for air. When he could finally breathe again, he also had tears running down his face, although for a different reason.
John rolled his eyes and smiled as he took the dish towel from Alex and patted his face dry, as well. And then he leaned in and kissed him again and everything felt right. Alex felt parts deep inside of him light up that he never knew existed. Parts, he was sure, that existed only for John.
A whistle sounded from inside the house. “Oui oui, mes amis!” Laf hollered.
They broke apart and turned to face Laf. “You damn heckler,” John muttered.
Martha was standing behind Laf, smiling. “Grab a new dish towel when you come in, sweetie,” she said with a smile.
Alex blushed, and John laughed.
“So I guess I can do this with it then, huh?” John said as he held up the cloth and blocked their faces from Laf’s view. He kissed Alex again and again and again, and Alexander never wanted it to end.
This had been, without a doubt, the best Easter of his life.
Jaskier: i want to be by your side forever, in whatever capacity you'll have me
Geralt: Marry me
Jaskier: Wait what?
Geralt: I want the romance too. I want the annoying relatives to intrude on the planning. I want the honeymoon by the ocean. I want to watch you walk down the aisle dressed more beautifully than I've ever seen. And then I cry because im so happy and in love with you. and you tease me about it for the rest of our lives
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They say a witcher never dies in his bed surrounded by loved ones. And that's true in vesemirs case. He goes quietly one afternoon, napping in his arm chair. He has fallen asleep listening to his boys bicker about something ridiculous, as was their usual routine.
Lamberts the one to find him. He storms in grumbling about his idiot brothers. "Wake up old man. You're on supper duty remember?"
No response. Lambert nudges vesemirs boot with his foot. "Old man? Wake up."
There's no slow heart beat to match his own. Lambert crouches and stares, looking for any movement or hint that Vesemir is playing a prank.
"Vesemir?"
Lambert touches vesemirs face, now cold. His voice is small.
Joey batey's birthday today so I thought I'd do a birthday story.
One year a few days before jaskiers birthday they get hired to hunt a Griffin. It seems to be a straightforward contract: find the nest. Kill the Griffin, return back into civilization in time for jaskier to party his still-hasnt-aged-a-day ass off at his birthday celebrations
Unfortunately, this hunt goes wrong. (don't they always?).
First of all, it's not a Griffin they are hunting down, it turns out to be a pair. Second, the nest is impossible to find, even with Geralt’s tracking skills.
The days pass quickly, and jaskiers' birthday approaches rapidly. Geralt offers to bring jaskier back to the city so he can still celebrate while Geralt continues the hunt. Jaskier refuses to leave geralts' side, and they continue to search.
On the day of his birthday they find the nest and Geralt completes the contract, unfortunately it's late in the day and they have no chance to make it back to the city in time.
Jaskiers quiet that evening as they set up camp. He's also quiet over dinner. It is driving Geralt crazy. He feels as though he ruined jaskiers birthday, if he was a better witcher, he would have found the nest sooner and jaskier would be able to get the celebration he deserves, surrounded by his adoring fans. Instead, he's in the middle of a forest with a grumpy witcher, no alcohol, no guests, no presents, not even a cake!
Geralt pauses... he does still have that honey cake hidden in his bag.. it's probably stale and squished, but it'll be a sweet treat. Maybe if Geralt gives it to jaskier, it'll make the bard happy? And he'll start talking and singing again? It's worth a try.
Geralt retrieves the little cake from his bag and sits next to jaskier, "Here, i know it's not nearly as grand as you deserve, but i wanted you to have something sweet for your special day."
Jaskiers face lights up, "oh thank you dear witcher! I was just thinking about the bakery in oxenfurt and all the treats we need to sample next time we are out that way!"
Geralt isn't finished, he casts igni, just a small flame on the tip of his finger. "Here, blow it out and make a wish."
Jaskier laughs in delight. He closes his eyes, wiggles his nose and crosses his fingers on both hands and blows out the 'candle'.
They split the cake, enjoying the slightly stale dessert, and licking their fingers after to catch any lingering taste.
Geralt bumps jaskier with his shoulder, "what did you wish for?"
Jaskier rests his head on geralts shoulder, "can't say, or it won't come true"
Geralt hums softly. "Happy birthday Jask"
(Jaskier wished that they'll always be together, and have more days just like this one)
