The Witcher Headcanon (Modern AU) - Attachment Objects
Geralt
Geralt has an old hoodie that Yen wishes he would just throw out. It's starting to get ragged at the cuffs, is stained, and has a few small ratty spots
He used to wear the hoodie whenever he had to go out in heavily populated public areas. Most people didn't like Witchers, so he would use it to blend in.
It made him feel a little less exposed and he could pull the hood up and kind of hide from the stares and frequent dirty looks.
He didn't feel as insecure in public after he became friends with Jaskier and the bard started going on errands and hunts with him, so he didn't wear it as much.
Yennefer thought he was finally going to get rid of the old thing, but Geralt kept it. It had become a sort of security blanket he would use when his emotional support bard couldn't go on errands or hunts with him.
He also has an old black t-shirt with a faded drink logo on it that he puts over his eyes or most of his face when he sleeps. It's one of Jaskier's old shirts from back when they first started travelling together.
Geralt had trouble sleeping because of his light sensitivity, so one night, Jaskier had tossed him an old t-shirt he'd been going to throw away.
It had been the perfect weight and texture. So much better than a towel or corner of a blanket, and softer than the cheap shirts Geralt usually bought.
Yennefer always has it ready to put over Geralt's eyes when he comes home from a hunt with toxicity. She puts him in bed, covers his eyes, turns out the lights, and makes sure it's as quiet as possible while she goes to get the White Honey.
Yennefer
Yennefer has a vintage stuffed siamese cat plush that has definitley seen better days. She's had it since she was a little girl.
His name is Sammy. Because she's not overly creative with names. But she's still better than Geralt at naming things.
At least she doesn't name everything 'Roach'
It's plush fur has been loved into the texture of an old bathroom rug, and is a little discolored. It has one ear that has a spot on the back of it that is just a little threadbare where she rubs it between her fingers.
It has a good weight to it, and it fits nicely against her shoulder. Sammy is very huggable. She can't sleep without him.
Yennefer will carry her plush cat around when she's worried about something, feeling down, or when the boys are out and she's maybe missing them just a little. Or when ever she just wants to relax.
Geralt and Jaskier know something is bothering her and will always give her extra hugs when they see her carrying the old plush cat.
Geralt says it looks like a bad taxidermy fox, but f**k him, Sammy is a handsome boi!
Jaskier pretends Sammy is a real cat and talks to him in That Voice pet owners use. He was thrilled when Sammy let him pick him up and hold him. "Look, Yen! He likes me!"
Yennefer let's Jaskier hold Sammy while she patches him up every time he gets hurt after he and Geralt do something stupid in the name of fun.
Jaskier
Jaskier has a small, old blanket that is soft with age, really dingy, patched in many places (it's mostly all patches now), and probably needs to be washed,( but then it wouldn't smell right.)
When most people came home from work, the first thing they did was change into comfy clothes. Jaskier walked around with his blanket around his shoulders.
When he was stressed, tired, anxious, upset, or just didn't feel well, the first thing he reached for was his dingy blanket.
Then he started traveling with Geralt, and there was no way in h*ll he was going to tell Geralt of F***ing Rivia that he had a blankie! He somehow managed to hide it. For years.
Which was quite impressive, considering they were often on the road, sleeping in random motels, or in the old creeper van Geralt had named 'Roach'.
Not even Yennefer knew about it, even though they lived in the same house.
Geralt and Yennefer didn't seem to care about the other having an attachment object, and were nothing but supportive. They even took care of each other's things, but Jaskier still kept his a secret.
At least he thought it was a secret. Until he had a stress (and alcohol) induced meltdown while apologizing to Yennefer outside of a bar and he found out they did know.
It took a while, but Geralt and Yennefer eventually succeeded in convincing him that they didn't think any less of him for having the blanket
Bonus: How Yennefer and Geralt Found Out About The Blanket.
It had started with basic allergy symptoms, and before he knew it, Jaskier had the full blown flu. He was in the middle of writing a new song, so he tried to ignore the sore throat, the coughing, the stuffy nose, the fatigue...
He insisted that it was just allergies, so Yennefer and Geralt would stop badgering him.
But then the fever and body aches started. He'd been on the couch the morning Yennefer and Geralt had both gone out on personal errands. He'd assured them he was fine, and didn't need a babysitter.
Yennefer and Geralt return at about the same time a few hours later, Geralt purposefully parking his massive 70's model creeper van in the middle of the driveway just to annoy Yennefer, who was trying to pull in right behind him.
He had a good laugh at the rude gesture Yen made, then decides to move out of the way so she can park her car, and he doesn't wake up with his head shaved or sharpie marker on his face. Or both. Because Yennefer could be as petty as f**k.
Yennefer went inside first, and saw that Jaskier wasn't on the couch, and figured he must be in his room.
She found him sitting on the floor in the kitchen, half conscious, holding a bloodied kitchen towel to the bruised scrape on his cheek. She yelled his name in a panic, kneeling beside him in an instant, hands running over fevered skin and brushing sweat damp hair out his eyes.
She swore and started yelling for Geralt.
Geralt is already running inside as soon as he hears her startled shout, and spits an emphatic 'F**k!' when he sees Jaskier on the floor. He picks him up and heads to the bathroom while Yennefer starts making a potion.
Geralt gets Jaskier in the tub to get the fever down, then gets him into clean clothes, and puts him in bed.
Jaskier mumbles groggily and tries to sit up. Geralt shushes him, slips an arm under him and is lifting him up as Yennefer comes in with the potion.
Geralt holds him so Yennefer can help him drink it, then lays him back on the pillow.
The witch leaves to get something to put on the bloody burise, and Jaskier shifts around restlessly, making quiet, displeased noises.
Geralt starts rubbing his back, frowning at the heat he can feel through the thin t-shirt.
Jaskier's hands keep moving around, tugging at the edge of his pillow as if seaching for something.
Then Geralt sees it. The faded, dingy corner of the blanket sticking out from under the pillow. Geralt can smell it. The scent he'd catch traces of on Jaskier for years, but couldn't place.
The familiar, comforting scent that he's just assumed Jaskier was picking up from his own hoodie, and that t-shirt... He knew immediately that was what Jaskier was looking for.
With great care, Geralt eased the soft, worn blanket out from under the pillow and layed it over Jaskier. The bard shifted onto his stomach with a wheezy hum and pulled one corner of his blanket to his face.
Yennefer returned with some salve for Jaskier's cheek. She gave the blanket a mildly surpised look when she saw it, before her eyes softened when she realized what it was.
Yennefer carefully pulled the age softened fabric away from Jaskier's face and rubbed a bit of the salve onto his cheek, making quiet soothing noises when he flinched and mumbled in his sleep. She tucked the blanket back up to his face and stroked the back of his head for a few minutes before kissing his temple.
They sat with Jaskier for a few minutes, listening to his congested breathing, before quietly sneaking out so he could sleep.
Jaskier had woken up the next morning, and been very nervous when he ventured out of his room, watching and listening for any sign that Geralt and Yennefer knew.
But there were no funny looks, no vague hints, no strange behavior. Nothing. Just their genuine concern for him, and a straight forward explanation of how they had come home and found him on the kitchen floor, gotten him cleaned up, given him a potion, and put him to bed.
There was no indication in word, tone, or behavior to indicate that they knew anything about the existence of the blanket, so Jaskier breathed a silent sigh of relief and let the whole incident get shuffled into the dusty corners of his memory.