Chrysa darling, could I humbly request some angst or good olā hurt/comfort with this prompt?
"Where is that scar from?" "This one? I think you gave me that."
Possibly Geraskier with Jaskier having the scar? Though whatever floats your boat is fine, Iām just a greedy me and love all your words š„ŗš
aaaaa nat!!!! thank you so much for this prompt my dear!! it sent me into a spiral of ideas but i made something clear out of them so there you go, some hurt/comfort and eventual fluff for you!! š
wc: 917
"Where is that scar from?" "This one? I think you gave me that."
Jaskier says it's a curse.
Always, when they ask him, and he says no more, because that's truly all he knows. That's all he cares about. And if there was a time he knew more, if there was a time that he tried to break it, it was too long ago, and it had failed.
Sometimes he remembers tears in his mother's eyes as she looked at him, bittersweet, and the scar on the inside of his palm stings ever so slightly. He remembers taking her hand.
He doesn't have many scars, fortunately. Fortunately, life hasn't hurt him, not like it has hurt others. And if it tried, he fought it back, always, fought back another mark on his skin for his naive trampled feelings that didn't matter at the end of the day.
He doesn't have many scars. One across his side where his little sister used to hug him, carved there forever after she died. One down his spine, short, just under the fingers of failed lovers. A few faint ones on his shoulders, his hurt pride during the first years of performing.
A deep one, just over his heart.
Geralt hasn't seen that one. The others, he had asked for when he first saw them, and Jaskier had told him. He could never have imagined.
Geralt hadn't seen that one. Yet now, as they lie side by side in bed, basking in the melodic silence of the love unspoken, and as he runs his fingers over Jaskier's chest, he lingers. And sees it.
And Jaskier swallows.
There's a frown forming between Geralt's brows, one Jaskier longs to kiss away, and he knows he can lie, of course he knows. The way the witcher's touch makes him shiver as it strokes wounded skin, the way he looks at him, amber eyes flooding with worry and questions, almost let him.
"You didn't have that one before," Geralt says and there's a hint of fear in his tone, a hint of guilt for not being there. He couldn't have been. He was the one to walk away. "Where is it from?"
Jaskier looks at him, and smiles because, oh, how can he not, with Geralt right there in his arms. "It's... nothing," and his voice quivers ever so slightly, but sounds normal in his ears. Not to Geralt though. Geralt knows him. He watches as his eyes pierce him, stare as though they will pull the answer out of his lips. And it really isn't necessary, they've had their time to heal, they've had their time to fit their pieces back together.
It should belong to the past. It shouldn't matter.
Geralt's touch almost stings.
A deep sigh and Jaskier averts his gaze, looks around the room as though to find a creek into the walls to slip into and disappear. He swallows. "I think..." It's okay, he tells himsef. It has been okay for a long time. For him. He huffs, humourless, and lowers his look. "I think you gave me that one."
A pause, and Geralt almost flinches. The sheets ruffle loudly and he draws back, mere inches, and suddenly he's so far away. Funny. Jaskier never thought silence would be so deafening.
There's a veil slowly falling over the witcher's eyes, and Jaskier thinks it's similar to the grey clouds that had been over him when he was going down the mountain alone. Geralt looks at him, and he's still like a hunched statue of guilt drenched in the morning sun. "Oh," he whispers and suddenly the kisses he left on Jaskier's lips taste bitter.
And Jaskier wakes.
He doesn't want them to be bitter. He doesn't want Geralt to walk away, not this time, he won't allow it. Because this time, it really doesn't matter. It doesn't matter more than his love.
And if love itself scars like that, he's happy to bear its marks.
"Jaskier, Iā"
"No." A momentary dread fills Geralt's gaze and Jaskier smiles, and reaches out his hand to cup his face. He reaches out, and he's close again. "I don't need an apology. I didn't need it before, and I don't need it now." Gods, Geralt is so beautiful. His eyes are burning. He shakes his head. "You don't have to be sorry for me to love you, dear, especially for something none of us control. I won't ever accuse you. And well," he chuckles now and it's so easy, loving him, it was easy all along, "you're scarred all over, Geralt. Can't a poet bear his scars too for the sake of love?"
Geralt squints at him and finally, finally the veil is gone. In its place, a faint smile, fond. H turns slightly and places a kiss on Jaskier's palm, on the light mark there. Then, he leans and trails his lips over his heart, over the scar, like a path to somewhere he wants to find out. Jaskier's breath hitches in his thoat. He shivers, closes his eyes. Gently, he tangles his fingers through Geralt's hair.
He can feel Geralt smiling against his skin. "As you wish," he whispers and his voice is so soft as though to melt the kisses and seal them on his heart. "But I will still try to heal them."
Jaskier laughs and slightly tugs at Geralt's hair to make him raise his head. "Stubborn witcher." He looks into his eyes, his curved lips, almost daring. Loving. And, grinning, he presses their lips together. "You already have."
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hi it me again, the excitement just kicks! just wanted to ask about the "nice" prompts. Can we do anything with them, or does it still kinda have to revolve around the sexytimes stuff? Or is is basically open prompt but preferably fluff? Or is is, like, supposed to be a "fluffy sex" as opposed to "kinky sex" kinda prompt? You see, I can't even keep my asks short here, let alone my fics in the end lmao but I am just SO EXCITED (and don't wanna do it wrong) :D
BUT YOU CANāT DO IT WRONG!! THATāS THE BEAUTY OF IT! IT CAN BE ALL THE HUGS AND FLUFF YOU WANT WITHOUT ANY OF THE SMUTTY TIMES!Ā
I made nice prompts for the people who uncomfortable writing/drawing etc anything graphic. So if the prompt is hot cocoa, feel free to make it all about Finn and Poe sharing a pot of yummy melted marshmallows in hot chocolate!Ā
That being said, you can totally write fluffy sex if you want! :D Go wild with them! XD I actually was going to make one of the promptsĀ ātinselā and have Finn get red and silver tinsel braided into his locs, just for fun, but then I changed my mind. SO it can be as goofy or fluffy, funny or smutty as you want my dear!!
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Greetings! when u get this u have to answer with 5 things u like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool) :)
awwwwwwww thank youuuu friend!!! ā¤ youāre the best ily ā¤ā¤ā¤
hmmmmmmmm i like my eyes, i like my fashion sense, i like that iām gentle, i like that iām kind, and i like that iām creative :)
hhhh hello, i come begging for fic and would love to see "brushing hair from brow" and/or "Easy. Easy there." from the h/c promt list. Preferably with Eskel and/or Jaskier? Thank youu mister omelette man :3
CW: car crash, blood
One second the car hadnāt been there, the other, it was.
Eskel stands on the sidewalk still, his hand suddenly empty, the warmth of Jaskierās fingers around his ripped away from him.
For a second, everything is still, everything is quiet. The world stops moving, and time screeches to a halt. Heās dazed, eyes unfocused and unseeing, his mind trying to process what happened.
And then the world comes back to life.
A car door slams as the driver of the vehicle clambers out, smoke billowing from the hood where the front of the thing had slammed into a stop sign. People are screaming, shouting, crowding around them, pulling at his shoulders, asking him if heās alright, but he only has eyes for the love of his life, on the road in front of him.
His feet start moving on their own, as if gravity is pulling him towards Jaskier, his gaze slowly drifting to the leg thatās bent at an awkward angle, to the wheezing thatās coming out of Jaskierās mouth, to the small trickle of blood slipping from his lips.
His knees hit the pavement before he knows it and someoneās calling an ambulance, talking loudly into the phone that oh god, thereās been an accident, a man has been hit by a car, please send help oh god-
Familiar blue eyes turn to him, scared and panicked and the numbness in Eskelās chest makes way for hurt.
āE- Eskel,ā Jaskier hiccups and he coughs, more blood spilling from his lips. āWh- what happened?ā He moves his arm, trying to set his hand against the ground, trying to get up.
Eskel gently pushes him back down with a hand on his shoulder. āEasy. Easy there. There wasā¦ an accident.ā People are crowding around the both of them, talking through and over each other, voices overlapping and intermingling into a distant buzz.
He can hear sirens in the distance.
Jaskier lets his head thump against the asphalt. āHurts,ā he mutters.
āI know,ā Eskel whispers, the hand he had on Jaskierās shoulder drifting up to wipe the bloodied hair from his brow. Thereās a wound somewhere on his head that Eskel canāt see, and his heart constricts painfully in his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.
āItās gonna be alright,ā he whispers, bending down to softly kiss the side of Jaskierās head, cradling his cheek in his palm. āEverythingās gonna be alright, love.ā
The sirens are deafening for just a few seconds before they stop, the crowd parting around them to make way for the paramedics. Someone pulls at his shoulder, asks him what happened and if heās alright, while a different figure in a neon jacket sits down on the other side of the man Eskel loves so. Familiar blue eyes turn away from him when the paramedic starts asking question but Eskel keeps looking, counting every breath Jaskier takes, making sure heās alive. That despite everything, heās gonna be alright.
Jaskier notices him looking and reaches his hand out, just like he did a few short minutes ago, before everything happened and Eskel takes it gratefully. His loveās skin is warm against his, proof that Jaskierās heart is working.
