Something flickered in Jaskier's eyes; the journey of a decision, start to finish, and then the bard huffed a breath, shoulders slumping.
"Fine. But first," he uttered, almost thoughtful, turning away.
He spun quick enough that all he had time to register was the flash of surprise on Geralt's face before he punched him, knuckles meeting his jaw in a move that undoubtedly hurt the musician more than the Witcher.
"Cock, bollocks and a Witcher's cunt!" the bard yelped, shaking out his hand. His captors hadn't even removed his rings and he was certain they were embedded forever on his fingers.
Geralt blinked slowly, one hand coming up lethargically.
"I'm not sure what I'm more surprised by," Geralt murmured, touching a fingertip to the blood dripping from his nose. "The fact that you just punched me, or that it was a decent hit.”
Jaskier stayed sullenly silent, clutching his hand to his chest with a scowl.
"Let me check your hand," Geralt sighed, reaching for him.
"Don't fucking touch me, you utter horse's arse!" Jaskier shrieked, slapping his hand away.
"Jaskier–"
"Don't Jaskier me!" the bard refuted again, and Geralt raised a brow, grinding his teeth.
"Julian, then?" he growled. "Sandpiper, perhaps? What should I call you if not your name?"
Jaskier fell silent, staring wild-eyed at him. "I'm not–"
"Stupid and kind hearted enough to take on Nilfgaard's purges?" Geralt challenged, voice soft. "It's exactly the sort of thing the Jaskier I know would do."
"You don't know me," Jaskier laughed bitterly, shaking his head. "What's my favorite color, Geralt? What flower am I allergic to, hm? What did I study at Oxenfurt, even? When's my birthday?"
"Blue. You're not allergic to any flowers; you ate dog’s bane, which is poisonous to everything. You studied historical poetry and the art of lyrical literature in your first year, song-smithing and composing in your second and the lute for three, alongside several other string instruments, but the lute is your favorite.
Your birthday is Belleteyn, and you tell everyone it gives you magical fucking skills, even though that's horseshit. You hate ginger root and some prick called Valdo Marx and being cold and the first song you ever wrote was called Dixie's Dandy Dally."
He'd started off angry, mettle meeting mettle, but by the time he was done his voice was level, almost fearful, chest heaving for breath as he met Jaskier’s stunned gaze.
"You talk. A lot," he ground out evenly. "So much I sometimes imagine cutting out your tongue. But when you talk; I listen. I've listened to you for over twenty years, Jaskier."
“You didn’t know me enough not to send me away,” Jaskier whispered, gaze falling. “You didn’t care enough.”
“I cared too much. And I destroy the things I care about,” Geralt answered. He reached out slowly, palm open; invitation. “If you’d let me, I’d like to try and fix what I’ve broken.”
Silent deliberation. After a moment, Jaskier heaved a forceful exhale and raised his bruising hand.
“Perhaps you’d like to start with my knuckles, then?”
An aro meme for myself
Why is it that every time you go back and rewatch a show from your childhood there’s always at least one extremely popular celebrity that just randomly showed up in an episode like was nobody gonna tell me that john cena was on psych literally what the fuck
*23 year old Marinette and Chloe at a bar in Gotham*
Marinette, straight up vibing when she spots Jason: Chloe, Chloe he is so pretty what do I do?
Chloe, being viciously shaken by the arm by Marinette looking over at Jason: Do you mean tall, dark, and scary? We avoid him
Marinette practically vibrating: No, He is hot. He is very much so attractive. I'm gonna go shoot my shot
Chloe, pulling Marinette back by her ponytail: Oh no you don't. He would crush you like a bug
Marinette, glaring at Chloe: oh I wish he would. Preferably with his thighs
Chloe, completely done: You have issues Mar. You have issues.
Marinette, freeing her hair from Chloe: Hopefully they are issues he likes, now let go I need to go seduce him
Roy, who had been sent to get them drinks and was watching Marinette thirst over Jason: *Snort*
Chloe, who has been waiting for an excuse to throw hands with somebody: Whats so funny, Carrots?
Roy, shakes his head and turns to Jason: Hey Jay! Help me carry these back to the table?
*Jason looks over and sees Roy pointing at a very red girl staring at him before she sprints towards the bathroom, pulling a blonde with her*
Jason: What was that about?
Roy, walking back to the table: A little miss somebody has a crush on you. She was going to shoot her shot but her friend thought you were bad news. Seems like it was part of the appeal to her though.
Jason, now looking towards the bathroom in hopes of seeing her: Is that so? Was it the blonde or the one with freckles?
Roy, smirking at Jason: How did you notice her freckles? Were you staring?
*Jason shoves Roy, blushing as he walks to the bathrooms*
Roy, shouting after him: That's it buddy! Follow your dreams! She's just behind that door!
*Jason does not return.*
YES i want to look hot. NO i don’t want anyone to be attracted to me ever. shocked and appalled that these two things cannot coexist
Gang, sometimes you’ve just gotta read newsies fanfiction under the table while your fake grandma and her friends try to figure out hold old their kids are
Ok, I’ve had this submission from @starmage2 for ever and just got around to it now.
As a heads up I’ve changed the ‘Alien invasion ’ to Gorilla Grodd invasion instead. Same general thing though.
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Paris was not a place the flash visited often or even with purpose. A city of calm and peace that was unaffected by the world’s crazies, maniacs and supervillians. There has never been a reason to be in Paris, for anyone from the league. Aside from maybe taking a superspeed shortcut or flying well above the city to make time to ones real destination.
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yaehh
i gotta be honest boobs are so cool
YES i want to look hot. NO i don’t want anyone to be attracted to me ever. shocked and appalled that these two things cannot coexist
And that dude who played shaggy in the scooby doo play where Scooby died and shaggy became an fbi agent and velma did drugs and fred sold weed
Was no one gonna tell me that fucking blaine was in a very potter musical?????