#whereevershegoes

How about Geralt as a vet because that feels like an appropriate modern au job for him. Ao3.

Yennefer wrinkled her nose as she walked through the door, the combined scent of animal urine, dander, and antiseptic nearly slapping her in the face.  A man with sandy brown hair looked up from behind the desk and raised his eyebrows at the box carefully balanced on her hip. “We’re an animal hospital, not a shelter,” he said, more than a little snottily.

“And here I thought you were the Ritz Carlton,” she snarked back.  “Tell me, do you use urine as an air freshener here, or is that just a lovely side effect?”

He gave her a sarcastic smirk.  “Can I help you?”

She tilted the box just slightly.  “I found her having kittens under my porch.  Wanted to see if she was microchipped, or just a stray, and see if the kittens needed any shots or something.”

“Like I said, we’re a hospital, not a shelter,” he said, and a door opened behind him.

“Be nice, Jaskier,” a deep voice reprimanded, and while Yennefer wasn’t sure exactly what she expected from a small town veterinarian, it certainly wasn’t…this.  He was massive, thickly muscled with long white hair and a jawline that could cut glass, and there was no mistaking the appreciative way he looked her over.

Oh yeah, he was exactly her speed.

“Come on back.  I’m Geralt,” he said, with a tip of his head towards a swinging half door next to the desk.  With a triumphant smirk at Jaskier she pushed it open with her hip and followed the vet back.  A dog that had to be at least half wolf jumped up from a bed near the door and trotted along side them to the table, watching interestedly.  “Roach is gentle,” he added when she eyed the dog warily. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Yennefer set the box down on the examination table.  Geralt reached in and pulled out the momma cat first, a lithe, black and white creature with a perfectly haughty face.  “Well cared for,” he observed, and ran a hand-held scanner over her. “And microchipped, so there’s an owner.” He headed back towards the desk and disappeared for a minute, still cradling the adult cat, presumably to have his receptionist call the family.

Roach sniffed interestedly at her leg and leaned his head on her thigh, eyes pleading.  She let him smell her fingers before petting him, and when she glanced back the vet was watching her with an odd expression on his face.  “Everything okay?”

He shook his head slightly.  “Yeah. Didn’t catch your name, though.”

“Yennefer,” she said, still idly patting Roach.  “What sort of dog is he?”

“She, actually. And she’s a mutt, but definitely some Malamute and maybe some German Shepherd.  She was a rescue; doesn’t like most men.”

Yennefer couldn’t help but lift an eyebrow. “But she likes you?”

There was a glint to his eyes that made her grin. “I’m gentler than I look.”  And as if proving his point, he reached into the box and lifted a teeny ball of fluff out.  “And who are you?” he said quietly to the kitten. Yennefer bit her lip and watched as he carefully— and far more delicately than she would have assumed, given his size— checked each of the four kittens over.

Jaskier stuck his head back in.  “Family’s on their way. Can’t keep the kittens, but they can handle it until they’re ready to be adopted.”

Geralt nodded and looked at her.  “As their rescuer, I’d think you’d get first pick if you’re interested.”

She hadn’t really considered it but now, with a handsome man holding a kitten in his massive paws, the idea of being a cat owner was abruptly appealing.  “Which one do you think?” she asked, and he set the kitten down to join its siblings in crawling all over each other.

Geralt considered them, taking her question seriously.  “This one,” he said decisively. It was a calico, with a perfect pink nose and tiny little paws that made her usually icy heart melt.  “She looks like she’ll be regal.”

“Regal,” Yennefer repeated. “And that’s what you think I’d want?”

“Yeah,” he said simply.  

Yennefer took the kitten and cuddled it against her chest, deciding.  “Then she’s mine.”

Push off a cliff - Echo

Kiss - Ilian

Marry - Niylah

Set on Fire - Ontari

Wrap a Blanket around - Emori

#8: The other’s hand, most often This is 100% Lincoln.  He’s the PDA King and Octavia is like “I would rather we pretend not to know each other” but then he touches her hand all gentle and she melts and is deep down very grateful he doesn’t buy into her bluster.

According to Reddit - Making a Murderer has a very similar theme song.

Same dude who wrote One Tree Hill! He was the show runner - pretty sure he’s been (rightly) ousted in the wake of #metoo.