Bringing age into it doesn't defeat the point that you did a crime, also 200?! Yeah that type of money can definitely harm someone financially for a bit depending on their situation, they most likely saved that shit up just to get the luxury?? 😭 They could of probably used that for a lot of shit, like a singular grocery run (lmfao sorry)
Fact everyone in the comments were hyping it up, down playing the crime, which if you dont know SCAMING IS A CRIME especially if it's for real money, a few saying they're also going to do this tf <///3333 "Remembering the time I scammed someone for having a difference stance on fiction 😂😂😂😂😂" okay weirdo
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☆Love language would be a mix of physical touch, quality time and gift giving.
☆He would be very touchy with you, whether you’re together or not. He’s just happy to have someone to hug and hold hands with. Because back at the circus…they don’t do all that.
☆If you’re not big on physical affection, he’d try his HARDEST not to get too touchy. You can blame him, he loves you. He’d get all giddy, excited and sometimes nervous when you DO touch him back. No one’s really touched him gently or with kindness before.
☆For quality time, it could be anything. But mainly it’s just trailing behind you like your shadow. Silently. Or sitting there and listening to you talk or rant. Just nodding along with a stupid grin on his face/mask.
☆Gift giving, obviously he’d give you roses and flowers and such. But he’d also bake for you. Give him your favorite sweet treat, and he’ll make it in 10 minutes. Probably 5 minutes.
☆He’d purr. You can’t change my mind. His purr would be quiet because he doesn’t talk often. BUT. BUT. When you two are alone, or he’s really happy his purrs are loud and deep.
☆I’d like to think his horns are very sensitive, especially around the base of them. So if you manage to convince him to take his hat off, he’d be nervous to let you touch them. But will MELT and whimper when you do touch them.
☆VERY protective of you. You’re the only person that shows him true kindness and love, so he’s protective. Harlequins around? He’s taking you and leaving. If he can’t do that? He’s glaring daggers at Harlequin, tense, ready to make a move if Harlequin gets to be too much.
☆He enjoys the size difference between you two. He’s a monster, he’s bound to be taller than you. So it always makes him feel good about himself knowing he’s bigger than you, can protect you.
☆Bouncing off that, I feel like he’d like to pick you up and carry you around. Especially when the circus is closed, he likes to carry you around. Worried Harlequin or Jester might take you to their tent or kick you out. He also just likes having you close and safe.
☆Has routine check ins on whether you’re eating and drinking. Will get really worried when you don’t eat or drink for a while and will cooking something for you. When you don’t eat it, or politely decline. He’ll be really worried and drag you to Doctor. Worried you’re broken.
☆On his break days, which he rarely has, or days where the Circus members just all need a break. He likes to hang around your work and watch. Or come on your balcony till you let him in, just wanting to be around you.
☆He has scars. All on his body. Mainly his back, from the abuse and whips from the previous circus he was at. They give him bad memories, flashbacks. So…He likes when you trace them. Calms him down. On some occasions he falls asleep on you.
☆On top of that, he doesn’t really get a lot of sleep at the circus. Harlequin with the fools, Jester with his demands and commands. So Pierrot WILL fall asleep on you. Whether it be stand up leaning against him. Or fully on top of you.
☆Masterlist☆
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I just love Jaskier having pre existing relationships with Witchers who aren’t Geralt.
“Wait—how do you know Lambert?” Geralt asked, the question slipping out sharp as a drawn blade, caught somewhere between suspicion and disbelief.
Jaskier blinked at him, entirely unbothered. “Oh, that? He’s my godfather,” he said, as casually as one might remark on the weather.
Geralt stared. Truly stared. His eyes widened until it seemed a wonder they did not tumble free and roll across the floor. “How,” he said slowly, “is that even remotely possible?”
“Well,” Jaskier began, with the air of someone about to recount a perfectly ordinary tale, “it all started when I was a baby, and a fae tried to curse me.”
Geralt’s brow furrowed. “A fae cursed you?”
“Tried,” Jaskier corrected, lifting a finger as though this distinction were sacred law. “Important difference. You see, the fae was hopelessly in love with my mother—tragic, really—who, inconveniently, was in love with my father. Then along came me, which did not improve matters. Jealousy, curses, the usual sort of thing.”
Geralt said nothing. He simply looked at him, face carved from stone, as Jaskier carried on, bright as birdsong.
“Anyway, it’s my first name-day, everyone’s celebrating, and this fae decides it’s the perfect moment for revenge. But—fortunate twist—Lettenhove had been dealing with drowners at the time, so my father had already hired a witcher.”
Geralt exhaled through his nose, the pieces clicking into place despite himself. “Lambert.”
“Exactly,” Jaskier said, beaming. “He dealt with the fae, saved my tiny, charming life, and my parents—being sensible people—rewarded him by making him my godfather.”
