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The Fool & the Ox
Inspired by this delightful art by @kaciart
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Jaskier was just ending his set in the inn, flirtatious as always. It had been a boisterous, full crowd, and he’d earned much coin, winks and blushes. As he tidied up, a gorgeous brunette approached.
“You sounded amazing up there,” she purred, encroaching on his personal space. “I’m ever so curious how you’d sound with your cock in my mouth,” she spoke into his ear.
He choked. “Ha! Yes, well, I—”
She grinned, tugging at a ruffle on his collar, dragging him into a kiss. “Shall we find out?” she asked against his lips.
“Well! We’d be remiss not to,” he replied, regaining his wits. He tried to veer towards Geralt to drop off his lute and coin, but she tugged him towards the door insistently.
“Sorry I haven’t a room, but you’re up for a little adventure, hmm?”
Orange Juice
Happy merry holiday geraskier angst for youuu. Happy ending <3 1,400 words
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“Just do it,” Yennefer said. She rolled her eyes, but her expression was soft.
Geralt's insides were as tangled as Ciri’s hair was in the morning. “But he knows where to find me, Yenn. Or how to text. My number’s still the same.”
“We don’t know where he’s been, or what he’s been up to. We don’t know what’s going through his head. But it’s clearly eating you up inside, so just call him. Or text him. I don’t care, just do something. I can’t keep looking at your face like—” she waved her hand to encompass his expression, “that.”
Geralt sighed, looking down at his phone again, open to Jaskier’s info in his contacts, updated with the info Eskel had given him the other day. It rankled him that that was how he’d come to have the new number. He should have been the first, had always been the first to hear anything from Jaskier, before, well. Before.
“Geralt, I swear to all the gods…”
“Alright, alright.” He clicked to compose a text message.
Hey Jaskier, I heard you were— He deleted his typing. Where have you been? I’ve been— Delete. Honey, come over— Delete. He sighed again, his hand dropping down to his side, before he brought it up again. Holiday party at mine tonight, like always. The party's gone slower. No one will tempt you, we know you got sober. We’d love to see you. He hit send before he could change his mind again, then shoved his phone into his jeans pocket. Yennefer patted his shoulder, then went to welcome another guest into the house. Geralt chewed the inside of his lip before making himself move back towards his family and friends, trying his best to push his tumultuous feelings back down.
Homesick
This grew from the song Homesick by Alice Merton.
“No, I don't get homesick But I'm sick when I'm without you And I don't feel lonely I just wanna be alone with you And I said I'd never write a love song 'Cause they always end But you caught me off guard And I found a home again”
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Bond didn’t have a sense of home. He hadn’t in a long time, couldn’t remember when he last had. When he was twelve, perhaps, before his parents died. After that he’d never stayed anywhere long enough to build it again. Now he had a flat, but he did so much travelling that while it was a home base, it lacked that sense of home.
In a way London was home, but he didn’t get that sense of homesickness when he was away. He was as comfortable travelling and being in different cities as he was in London these days, and his flat wasn’t somewhere he craved returning to, didn’t have that sense of comfort one is meant to have in a home. It was a landing pad for when he wasn’t on a mission, nothing more.
He had been spending a lot of time in Q’s home, though, when he was between missions. Q’s home was very different from Bond’s flat. It was bigger, sure, but it was also full of life, of warmth. It had books, and electronics, and Q’s plentiful half-finished projects; plants and a garden and his cats. It felt cosy, and comfortable. It felt like Q himself, somehow. Most importantly, it usually contained Q himself. And maybe Q had started to feel like home.
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Fear of Falling / pt. 7 - epilogue
part 1: tags/warnings at the bottom
part 6
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Later, snuggled in together bed, Skye spoke up from her spot against Jason’s chest. “What if I asked you to stay?”
“I will,” Jason murmured, squeezing her around her middle.
“To go back to family dinner?”
“At the manor?” he questioned. She hummed affirmatively. “…I can work on it.”
“Really?” she asked, eyebrows raised.
He nuzzled into her. “Yeah.”
She was quiet a moment, then sucked in a breath. “What if I asked you to quit.”
He squinted down at her. “Quit what, exactly?”
“Working for The Magistrate. Or all of it.” He pulled back a bit to look at her properly. She blinked rapidly. “Never mind. Nothing. Forget I—”
“Is that what you want?”
She let out a shuddering breath. “I don’t know. Maybe. We could start with you telling me what the hell is up with you working for The Magistrate to begin with.”
He sighed. “Yeah. Yeah, we could. Think we could do that tomorrow, after we sleep?”
“After you make us coffee and waffles?” She asked tentatively.
He smiled, the first proper one she’d seen from him in well over a year. It melted much of her anxiety away. “Yeah. After I make coffee and waffles.”
“Ok. I love you.”
He kissed her softly on the lips. “Love you more.”
They both had the best sleep they’d had in over a year.
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That's all she wrote, thanks for reading! As always, you can find the whole thing on AO3 as well. Comments are lifeblood, here or there! <3
Fear of Falling / pt. 6
part 1: tags/warnings at the bottom
part 5
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When they arrived and Jason had parked, he had to jostle Skye to get her attention. “Skye, we’re here.” She started as if woken from a dream.
“Hmm? Oh. Ok.” She slowly let go of Jason and sat back, giving him space to move. His back was suddenly cold.
“You ok?”
“Mmhmm.”
He dismounted then offered her a hand, which she took as she gingerly got off the bike. Once she was clear of it he scooped her back into his arms. She was sleepy and out of it, and he would take any excuse to have her in his arms right now.
Fear of Falling / pt. 5
part 1: tags/warnings at the bottom
part 4
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One moment Skye was standing at the edge of a decrepit roof, a knife cutting into her throat, staring at Jason for the first time in a year, seeing him look more scared than she ever had before. It showed in the lines of his mask, hugging his face, in the way he held his body.
The next she was falling through open air, fear now a physical thing with its claws in her lungs, in her blood. She was in a blind panic, hyperventilating, air whooshing past her ears, when suddenly there were strong arms around her and another familiar voice in her ear.
Fear of Falling / pt. 4
part 1: tags/warnings at the bottom
part 3
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When Jason heard a voice he didn’t recognize after accepting the call on his comm, he cursed inwardly. He’d have to have words with Tim about getting his calls screened better, or however that worked. It wasn’t like he gave his number out. Only a small handful of people had it, and he knew their voices all too well.
“— speak up, sweetheart…” There was gasping on the line, and Jason frowned while he continued fighting the thugs he’d gotten ensnared with. “Speak up or I’ll make you sing, get me?” Whatever the fuck this was, Jason was about to end the call and figure it out later.
“H-Hood…”
Jason’s heart seized. That was Skye’s voice: he hadn’t spoken to her in a year, but he would know it anywhere. But he’d never heard her like this: she sounded raw, terrified. What rotten-ass motherfucker had laid hands on her? He would make them regret ever breathing.
“Skye??” She didn’t answer; there was only a deep chuckle from the man who’d started the call. “Who the fuck is this?” Jason demanded.
“You don’t get to ask questions,” the man said.
Jason took out the last of the thugs he’d been fighting before turning his full attention to the call.
“Skye, can you hear me?” Silence. “Let me speak to her.”
“You can do that once you’re here,” the man replied.
“What do you want, what are you doing with her?”
“Come to the top of the old Edgewater building. Now, before I grow tired of her.”
Fear of Falling / pt. 3
part 1: tags/warnings at the bottom
part 2
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It had been roughly a year since Jason had left. The new Batman had been both vilified, and had his name cleared. Warmonger had set the entire city against itself, and then been taken down. Ravager had disappeared from the city partway through it all, and Jason had remained unreachable. Skye had continued with a simulacrum of her life. She went to work, bought groceries, went to dinner occasionally with colleagues, a movie with a friend. She tried to convince her family and friends, along with herself, that she was fine. Tried to ignore the gaping hole that remained in her heart.
It was a Thursday like any other, a grey day in a grey week in a grey city. Skye was passing the mouth of an alley, mind on a problem she was having at work, when a rough hand wrapped around her face, covering her mouth, another grabbing her shoulder and pulling her back. She struggled as she was dragged backwards into the alley, but her assailant was much stronger and bigger than her. She hadn’t kept up with what Jason had taught her, and now something horrible was going to happen to her. She was probably going to die.
Fear of Falling / pt. 2
part 1: tags/warnings at the bottom
Leaving Skye was one of the hardest things Jason had ever done, which seemed a bit silly in the context of his life, but here they were. The last thing he wanted to do was leave her. The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt her. She made him feel whole, feel human, in a way that no-one else did. No matter how hard his night had been, it would melt away when he saw her. He never slept well in his own bed anymore, too used to hers, too used to sleeping wrapped around her, with her in his arms. But he knew it wasn’t fair to her. For all she could tell, he’d thrown morals out the window for his own protection and financial gain; stabbed his siblings in the back and left the poisoned dagger in the wound. But he couldn’t explain, either. His motives, his plan, his contact, all had to be kept secret. And besides, the last thing he wanted was to get her wrapped up in his shit. He’d always done his best to keep her far and away from anything to do with masks, with Gotham’s underside. He’d always done his best to keep her safe. And he would continue to do so, as long as he was able. She just wouldn’t know.
Each message or missed call from her was another knife to the gut, but he stayed strong and left them unanswered. There was nothing of use that he could say. When he heard the voicemail she left him, though, his heart shattered. There were no words, only heartbroken sobs that got more distant as her phone seemed to fall from her face. Jason thought he might actually prefer being beaten bloody by Joker again rather than to hear her in pain like that, especially knowing he was the cause.
He kept the voicemail, as a reminder of what this all had cost him. He had to see this thing through, or losing Skye, hurting her like that, would be for nothing. He almost broke and messaged her multiple times, but he knew there was nothing he could say to fix things, and he couldn’t stop. He told himself it was better this way. A clean break. She would move on, eventually. He wasn’t sure that he would, but he also didn’t think he deserved to.
He started fucking Rose. It was easy. He didn’t have to make excuses to her, or explain anything. He didn’t love her, but he didn’t think of Skye while he fucked her. At least, not most of the time. And he didn’t have to go home alone, or sleep alone, so often. That helped cover over the hole in his heart, somewhat, even if it did nothing to actually fill it.
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PART 3 HERE
Fear of Falling
Jason leaves his long-term girlfriend, trying to do what he thinks he has to. When something happens to her, he’s drawn back in. Angst with a happy ending <3
Set just before and just after Future State: Gotham (v 1)
A 6,400ish word fic feat. Skye, a female OC. Extra notes & tags/warnings at the bottom. Finished fic, I plan on posting the rest over the next few days!
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Skye had been chewing on it for days. She’d already fought with Jason about it twice, without coming to any sort of conclusion. She had no interest in fighting again, but she couldn’t keep living like this. It felt like the issue was becoming an entity all of its own that lived between them. Bruce was dead, and instead of drawing together with his family, Jason had gone far and fast in the other direction.
It came out of her mouth unbidden after dinner, after he told her that he was heading out soon.
“Why are you doing this?” she demanded.
“Doing what?” he asked mulishly, clearing the table without looking at her.
"I know you don’t see eye to eye with your family, and you have your own way of doing things, but this isn’t like you!” Jason noisily stacked dishes in the sink and started running the water, seemingly ignoring her. She continued on. “Going after other vigilantes, it—it isn’t you! It’s like you’re—”
“A traitor?” he spat out, turning to glare at her.
I
I want to go back
But
There is no going back
No going back
Oh hey, it’s November! Even though I think I’ve hardly written this year, I’d like to continue my tradition of writing an angsty holiday fic! ✨
So, please, hit me up with your ideas/requests/suggestions! I’m open to any fandom I’ve written for, or that you know I’ve been into.
How are you? Sending writing vibes. What do you enjoy writing the most?
I’m gettin by! Thank you! I still am only getting writing done in little sporadic spurts these days, but I’ve done some poetry snippets and bits on a fic. What do I enjoy writing the most? Hmm. Probably snappy dialogue. Thanks for the ask! 💗
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I really enjoyed your Mercy and Jason fics! Great job! Are you going to continue their story?
Thank you so much!! I’m so glad. I’m honestly not sure if I’ll do more for them, but I do have more Jason drafts with a couple other OC’s, if that does anything for you? I’m also open to prompts, with the understanding that I may or may not get to them (many WIP’s, little time & spoons, changing hyperfixations…).
Prompts come here, but other asks can go to my main @stinastar to keep this page uncluttered.
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