#aro prompt

[promptsforthestrugglingauthor]

Writing Prompt #1925

"No offense to you, of course, but I'm just not interested."

"Well...but why? You said yourself that I'm the nicest guy you've met, and anyone would be lucky to have me." He paused with a frown. "Is it my face?"

"To tell you the truth, I just have no interest in any of that. Dating, romance, whatever. It's not you! It's...everyone."

[jaskierswolf]

dearest wolfie, can I maybe get some aro bonding moment between jaskier and yen? maybe she allows him to brush and braid her hair? and maybe a bit of fond bickering? 😄

This is the beginning of a yenskier friendship! 💖 Ace/Aro Yen, Grey Aro Jask.

Word Count: 795

Warnings: Injury, recovery, burns and scars

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Geralt had left them alone. Jaskier wasn’t really sure that was a good idea. His history was Yennefer was terrible on a good day, abysmal on an average day and well.. murderous on a bad day, but Yennefer was still recovering from the Battle of Sodden Hill and Geralt hadn’t wanted to leave her alone. Jaskier had, reluctantly, volunteered to stay behind. He’d seen drowners a thousand times before, even had the scars to prove it, and they really did need the coin if they were to stay any longer at the Inn. His lute playing could only bring in so much coin and Yennefer could barely lift a rock with her magic right now, let alone ply her trade.

The burns on her hands prevented her from doing even the simplest of tasks, the magic nature of the injury meant the wounds were taking longer to heal than most. She was perched on the stool opposite the dresser, peering forlornly at her reflection.

Jaskier swallowed when his eyes met her cool fiery gaze in the glass, filling him with dread. He wondered how many times she’d honestly thought about killing him.

“If I wanted you dead, bard, you’d be dead.”

Jaskier blushed. “Ah, yes… I forgot you could, umm…”

Yennefer scoffed, rolling her eyes before looking away from him. “And I don’t hate you.”

Jaskier frowned. “What?”

“I hated what you had with Geralt,” Yennefer said with a sigh and then hissed in pain when she tried to pick up her hair brush.

Jaskier tilted his head back and forth in indecision whilst he deliberated whether he was really going to help her, and then, with a sigh, reached out his hand. She’d opened up to him when he hadn’t even asked her. He could at least offer to brush her hair. He’d had a lot of practice over the years with longer hair, and Yennefer kept hers in much better condition than Geralt.

“Let me,” he said softly. She glowered at him but passed him the hairbrush, a little heavy handed but he wasn’t dead. “I…” he paused “I don’t understand. Geralt barely admits he likes me. He loves you.”

Yennefer’s answering laugh was bitter. “Yes, he does. He loves me. Most men do, some women too. I traded everything to be beautiful, to have power, to be seen, but there was a price I could have never predicted.”

Jaskier frowned, slowly brushing out the ends of her hair. It was as soft as it looked, dark raven locks that countless bards had sung countless ballads about. “And what was that?” he hummed as he let himself get lost in the task of brushing out the almost non-existent knots.

“Everyone expects too much from me,” she admitted in a quiet voice, one he’d never heard from her before. “Love, sex… every fucking time. I can’t just… I can never…” She let out a frustrated scream.

“You can never have just a friend?” He asked, a warmth blooming in his chest, and for the first time he saw something in Yennefer that he could understand, relate to. “Do you know how many people see bards as objects for lust and love?”

“As if you mind, I’ve heard far too many of Geralt’s rants about your trysts, bard.”

“Oh Jaskier,” he cooed in a soft high pitched voice “you simply must write me a love song.”

“Hah!”

“What is a bard without love?” He asked with a tired smile, glancing at Yennefer’s reflection in the mirror. The brush caught in a tangle and he winced. “Sorry.”

“What use is a sorceress without sex?” Yennefer muttered bitterly

“Seems we aren’t quite as different as I thought.”

“Seems like it,” Yennefer agreed “I thought you were in love with Geralt?”

Jaskier chuckled. “Sometimes, comes and goes. I love him, always have, always will but why must love always be romantic? I’ll wager my love for him runs deeper than any romantic love.”

“Deeper than djinn magic?”

Jaskier ignored the stabbing pain in his chest, just when they were getting along so well. “Hmm,” he replied, taking a page from Geralt’s book, staying non-committal.

“Sorry.”

He eyes narrowed at Yennefer’s reflection. Her voice seemed… younger? More vulnerable than he’d ever seen her. “What for?”

“That hurt you.”

“That was when I lost him,” Jaskier admitted “I never forgave you for that.”

Yennefer scoffed. “Like it was my fault. It was his fucking wish.”

“Yeah, well. It was easier to blame you,” he smirked, remembering the hurtful words from the mountain. “Although, I’d say that’s probably changed now, easier to blame the ungrateful arse that is my best friend.”

Yennefer laughed, sincerely, violet eyes twinkling with mirth. “To blaming Geralt?”

Jaskier nodded and winked. “To blaming Geralt.”

[curlyhairedintrovertsworld]

soulmate au: this one is fun and not a rant: person A and B are walking down the street together, best friends. person C is coming up the street too. it's not until they are about to pass one another that they notice the other is there. person C locks eyes with both A and B. suddenly, they all start seeing color or their tattoos start burning off or whatever. both person A and B are internally freaking out because holy rose petals that's my soulmate, neither realizing they're both going through the same thing. on the other hand, person C is freaking the fuck out because what the fuck- wait which one is it- oh no I have to tell them I'm ace/aro/aroace. basically their mind is reeling. person C frozen for a moment, whips around looking between the two asking for who their soulmate is. both person A and B step up. confusion follows. but guess what? now you have the start of a beautiful polyamorous relationship.

[acesartemis]

PROMPT:

YOURE ARO AND/OR ACE AND I BID ON YOU AT THE HIGH SCHOOL AUCTION FUNDRAISER SO YOU WOULDN'T HAVE TO BE IN A POSSIBLE UNCOMFORTABLE SITUATION. WE BECOME GREAT FRIENDS / I FINALLY PACK UP THE COURAGE TO ASK YOU TO BE MY QPP.

[promptsforthestrugglingauthor]

Writing Prompt #1612

"You married your best friend? That's so sweet and romantic!"

"Sweet, yes! Romantic?" He shook his head and made a humming noise. "Not my cup of tea, exactly."

[jaskierswolf]

I tried to send this idea to you earlier but Tumblr was being a doodoo. I, for one, do not think there are enough platonic kisses for aro!Geralt. The idea of kissing someone for fun has always been kinda cute to me, and so, if you have the inclination/time, I propose a prompt in which Geralt gives someone a kiss. --platonic affection from a fellow aro

Quick note: Jaskier is dating Priscilla romantically but Geralt is still very much his partner... they poly.

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“Geralt, darling?” Jaskier called as he skidded to a halt outside of his housemates room, grabbing the doorframe as he swung round. He heard Geralt’s grunt from inside and he rolled his eyes with a shake of his head before pushing the door open. Geralt was still in bed, Roach curled up on his chest, his laptop was on his legs and Jaskier could hear the telltale signs of a battle sequence blaring from the speakers.

“Don’t you have a date or something?” Geralt grumbled.

Jaskier put his hands on his hips. “Nonsense, I can see Pris any day of the year. Anyway, date nights are Fridays and Mondays. Sundays are movie nights with you.”

“But—”

“So what are we watching, Geralt?” Jaskier sang happily and toed off his shoes before jumping on the bed next to Geralt. Roach’s tail flicked angrily as she ran off but Jaskier ignored her. She was just being dramatic. “Budge up!”

“Hmm.”

Jaskier hummed back and kissed Geralt’s cheek as he snuggled into his friend’s side. “Ooh Lord of the Rings! Excellent choice.”

“You don’t need to do this, Jask,” Geralt grumbled, still sounding far too sad for Jaskier’s liking.

Jaskier reached up to kiss Geralt firmly on the lips. Geralt yielded to the kiss, cupping the back of Jaskier’s neck. Jaskier smiled against Geralt’s lips. “I want to, you’re my best friend.”

“Hmm.”

“And I love you, arsehole,” Jaskier booped Geralt’s nose “platonically, of course.”

“I know.”

“Yeah, well… Valentine’s. It’s always best to be clear,” Jaskier laughed “Now shut up and let’s watch the film.”

[jaskierswolf]

Hello, love 💜 for a Valentine’s prompt, can we get aro/platonic geraskier? Maybe they’re out with some friends who Don’t Get It™ and they kinda explain what aromantic love and relationships is like? (I know the aro spectrum is pretty wide and I’m not aro, so I don’t wanna get too specific with the prompt. also I’d like to learn more about it as well ☺️💜)

Soooo... this got longer than I anticipated and honestly I didn’t get that much into the explanation. One of the best things someone can do if someone comes out as aro (and/or ace) is to accept it, support them and go away to do their own research. So.... this is sort of what happens here.

Modern AU (with magic?) - Geralt & Jask QPR, feat Yen/Triss. 1.1k

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“Geralt!” Jaskier called as he pulled the duvet off the bed, books flying into the corners of the room. “Oh cock, Geralt!” he yelled louder “I can’t find my glasses!”

They were maybe sort of a little bit late for a friend date with Triss and Yennefer, and it was maybe his fault, but not completely. Geralt knew by now that Jaskier got caught up in his composing and lost track of time. Geralt should have knocked on his door sooner, but alas, five minutes before they were supposed to leave Geralt decided to remind him. Jaskier had gotten dressed in record time but somewhere in the confusion he’d put his glasses down.

And now he couldn’t find them.

“Geralt!!” He shouted, pouting at his friend’s absence. “Stupid witcher.”

“Jaskier, I was only next door, no need to scream,” Geralt sighed in fond exasperation. He had Jaskier’s glasses in his hand.

“Oh.”

“Hmm.”

Jaskier felt himself blush slightly as he took the frames from Geralt’s hand. “Thanks, my dear. Where—”

“In the bathroom.”

“Right,” Jaskier grinned sheepishly, flexing his fingers “brain’s all over the place.”

And it was, always was at this time of year. People just obsessed over love and partners and romance, and Jaskier… well… it all got a bit much. It threw his anxiety through the roof, even though he had Geralt and they were very happy with their own little, strictly platonic arrangement. He knew people assumed they were dating. His own mother kept asking when the witcher would be proposing to him, because apparently Jaskier was not the one to propose in their relationship… if any of them wanted that, which they didn’t. They’d been living together as best friends for almost a decade and still his own family didn’t understand.

Sometimes it was easier just not to correct them.

And other times he got so irrationally angry that they never believed him.

Geralt was good for him. He kept Jaskier’s head out of the clouds and Jaskier stopped his witcher from being pitifully self-loathing. It worked for them, and that was enough.

“Come on,” Geralt grunted. “Yen hates it when we’re late.”

Jaskier smirked, nudging Geralt’s shoulder with his own. “It was your fault last time,” he reminded the witcher. Geralt had taken a contract a few days before their last date with the girls and ended up getting back an hour late and covered in drowner guts. “Lost glasses is better than monster guts.”

“I was working.”

Jaskier pouted at Geralt and reached up to kiss his cheek. “It was still gross and you know it.”

“Hmm.”

Jaskier stuck his tongue out, before linking arms with his friend. It was time to face the music. Yennefer and Triss had started dating officially only a few months before but honestly they’d been circling around each other for years, which was only really making Jaskier feel worse. He knew that people were expecting him and Geralt to come to a similar conclusion but it just wasn’t going to happen.

They’d tried once.

After two weeks of awkwardly avoiding talking to each other the both gave in and gratefully returned to their friendship, vowing never to be so idiotic again. It had simply been the pressures of society, and Jaskier hated it when people judged him. He’d just wanted to be… well… normal. If such a thing existed.

They made their way to the little cafe in town. Yennefer was sat there, looking perfect as usual, scrolling through something on her phone. Her other hand was holding Triss’s on the table. Triss was reading a book on her tablet by looks of it, Jaskier recognised the layout of the website even from a distance. He laughed. Even centuries old sorceresses weren’t too old for fanfic!

He idly wondered what fandom had caught her interest, but that was a conversation for another time. Yennefer’s violet eyes flashed up, cool and intense, even after all this time he still shivered.

“Boys,” she said dryly as if she wanted to be anywhere else but at the cafe waiting for them, but Jaskier didn’t take it to heart, that was just Yennefer’s way. “You’re late.”

“I—”

“Lost your glasses, you’ll lose your head next,” Yennefer smirked but reached up to kiss Geralt’s cheek as they approached the table. “Geralt.”

“Yen, it’s good see you, and you Triss,” Geralt sat down opposite Yennefer and Jaskier slid in next to him, keeping a hand on his witcher’s leg.

“Don’t mind her,” Triss smiled warmly, “She’s been looking forward to this for weeks.”

“An exaggeration,” Yennefer muttered, her act of indifference fooling no one on the table. “So, still stubbornly friends?”

Jaskier’s fingers gripped Geralt’s leg under the table, this had been what he was waiting for. They had the same conversation every time, but this time Jaskier had an answer. They’d done some research on the internet, both frustrated with the way neither of them ever seemed to want the romantic relationship that everyone else on the planet was obsessed with.

And oh ho ho! The discoveries they’d made. It turned out that they weren’t alone, that there was even a word for it these days. The validation had been the best feeling, truly beyond words, and Jaskier would know, words were his living.

“Still friends, always will be,” Geralt grumbled.

Jaskier bumped their shoulders together and pinned Yennefer with a steely glare, one to rival hers. “It’s called aromantic, darling. Look it up.”

Yennefer raised an eyebrow. “Aromantic?”

“Mhmm,” Jaskier replied before picking up the menu to browse the sandwich options “and Geralt is my platonic partner. It’s umm, ah. Well… sort of like a best friend but… more committed? No romantic feelings involved though before you ask.”

“Right,” Yennefer didn’t sound convinced but Triss squeezed her hand, stopping any scathing remark that the sorceress might have.

“We’ll look it up when we get home, thanks for trusting us Jaskier.”

Jaskier beamed and rested his head on Geralt’s shoulder. It had gone better than expected. He’d been expecting them to completely dismiss it off the bat, but then again, Yennefer and Triss had been friends with Geralt for a few decades now. They were alright, he supposed.

“Alright?” Triss asked with a laugh.

“Stay out of my head,” he groaned.

“You love us, Jask. Don’t deny it.”

“Yeah yeah,” he muttered and stuck his tongue out at the sorceress. “You’re not bad.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt growled.

“Urgh, fine. You are my two favourite sorceresses in the whole wide world, I will sing your praises from the tops of the highest mountains, nay from the heavens above!”

“Jaskier!”

Jaskier grinned and kissed Geralt’s cheek. “You love me, shush.”

“Hmm,” Geralt agreed.

[jaskierswolf]

For Aro week: Milva thought she was broken, until she met Regis, who explains that he is aro too

So I ended up not getting round to this in Aro Week... Sorry!! But better late than never?

CW: Book Spoilers! Mentions of pregnancy, mentions of previous relations that could be read as dubcon (all canonical)

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Milva sighed as she prodded at the ground with a stick. She’d learned to tune out Dandelion’s constant stream of words. He was currently pontificating about some rhyming structure or something that he’d learnt at Oxenfurt, and Milva couldn’t care less. She wasn’t entirely sure why she was still following the witcher and his company across the Continent. She’d been drawn to him, she supposed. He seemed to have the effect on people. She glanced up at the group and scoffed. Not one of them were alike, and yet their friendship seemed to go beyond reason.

She’d even made friends with a vampire.

If someone had told her that when she’d been a girl then she would have laughed. Vampires were monsters after all, but recently Milva was starting to wonder what the true definition of monster was; Regis just didn’t fit the bill anymore.

Dandelion began to pluck at his lute, simpering about the virtues of true love, and Milva almost reached for her bow. She’d had enough of the poet’s never-ending cooing and romanticising of the world. Love wasn’t everything.

She hoped.

She flinched as she remembered the touch of her elven lover, a coupling brought on by desperation and the need to feel close to someone in their last moments.

But she’d survived. Her unborn child had survived, and she was alone. She’d always been alone by choice but now the prospect of raising a child by herself terrified her. Would she be forced into a loveless marriage?

“Fuck,” she hissed, standing abruptly and moving closer to the tree lines surrounding their camp. She heard the trill of the poet fall silence and she knew they were all looking at her. She didn’t turn around. She didn’t want them to see her tears.

She shrugged off the hand on her shoulder, wrinkling her nose at the now familiar scent of sage and thyme.

“I’m fine, Regis.”

“I am quite sure you are, my dear, but I can see something is bothering you. I am here to listen should you need an ear, I have two actually,” the vampire chuckled at his own joke.

Milva rolled her eyes, hiding her smile. “Love,” she muttered, “everyone is obsessed with love, and I… I’ve never felt it, not in the way Dandelion talks about.”

“And this upsets you?”

She nodded. “I’m broken, Regis. Don’t you see?”

To her surprise the vampire just laughed. She turned to glare at him but she was caught off-guard by the twinkle in his eyes, like he knew something she didn’t; a secret. He gestured for the bow on her back. “May I?”

She narrowed her eyes at him, but reluctantly handed her weapon over. “Here.”

“Thank you, now, you know I believe it’s quite fitting that you chose the bow as your weapon, dear Milva,” he hummed thoughtfully as his fingers trailed along the string.

“Why?”

“Because, and correct me if I’m wrong, you are aro.”

“Arrow?” Milva scoffed. She was just about ready to rip her precious bow from the vampire’s hands and march off into the forest. “This isn’t funny, vampire.”

“Aro,” Regis replied, his voice a gentle whisper. “Aromantic. You don’t experience romantic attraction?” She shook her head. “Well neither do I. We vampires coined a term for it before you humans had even arrived on the Continent, and yet it never really caught on with your species. It’s such a shame.”

Milva frowned, trying to process Regis’s words. She wasn’t broken, and she wasn’t alone. It was too much for her to think about it one go. She took her bow and ran. She would be back later that evening, hopefully with some food they could cook for breakfast, but she needed a moment by herself.

Aro.

Not broken.

She wanted to laugh. It all seemed so ridiculous after all this time, but maybe it was just a new chapter in her life. She would thank the vampire in the morning, because she wasn’t alone anymore.