geraskier for the ship asks, and both jask and geralt for the character !!!
geraskier
when I started shipping it if I did: right from the get go tbh, they grabbed me by the throat and didn't let go
my thoughts: i love them your honour
What makes me happy about them: my ideal ship dynamic appears to be asshole with a soft centre x asshole with a soft centre and these two have that in spades
What makes me sad about them: the communication issues, though frankly that can be said about a lot of my fave's
things done in fanfic that annoys me: i slam the back button every time someone makes jaskier a soft little baby incapable of defending himself...there's a lot of bad feminising traits shit that goes on in this fandom in that i mean geralt is the big strapping man and jaskier is painted as the weak fainting damsel in distress and i sigh loudly every time i see it
things I look for in fanfic: good banter and trust
Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: yen for both of them, she's the only woman who could put up with them
My happily ever after for them: corvo bianco, retiring to a vineyard
who is the big spoon/little spoon: depends on the day, they switch it up on who needs the security
what is their favorite non-sexual activity: sitting around a campfire, jask composing quietly, singing/humming the occasional lyric or tune as geralt sharpens his swords or organises his potions and ingrediants, quietly comfortable sharing space with one another
jaskier
How I feel about this character: i literally named myself jaskier because of my exposure to them, 'nuff said
All the people I ship romantically with this character: geralt and yen
My non-romantic OTP for this character: zoltan and triss (show triss at least)
My unpopular opinion about this character: he can be very self centred
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: meeting with ciri in the show when??? where is it people!?!
my OTP: geraskier
my cross over ship: i don't have one...except maybe game!geralt x show!jaskier, older and wiser geralt appreciating jaskier? hell's yeah!
a headcanon fact: he's got some elf to him and he has no idea, its the reason he looks so young despite the years passing in show
geralt
How I feel about this character: sir this asshole cat won't stop hissing at me, i love him and i will keep him
All the people I ship romantically with this character: jaskier and yen
My non-romantic OTP for this character: geralt and his brothers, give me the wolf family love all day every day
My unpopular opinion about this character: sometimes he can be a little black/white instead of seeing the greys and often holds everyone around him to that standard leading to him being a broody bitch when they 'fail' to meet it
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: proper apology to his bff after the mountain, fucking commmmee oonn
my OTP: geraskier
my cross over ship: again show x game versions, geralt having to handle dandelion? ha! i love it
a headcanon fact: geralt may not speak a lot but he will buy necessary gifts and the like and hide them in ciri's, jaskier and yen's packs. its how he shows he cares.
Hearing the quiet knocking, Alec doesn’t expect the person behind the door to be Clary. She slinks into his office, her steps slow as she wanders closer to the over-cluttered desk he’s sat behind. She reminds Alec of a child who’s clearly feeling unsure over something and is trying to figure out whether or not to tell.
Straightening up in his chair from where he was hunched over the report pile for today, Alec rests his forearms on the desk, winding his fingers together; waiting. From experience, he’s guessing either she’s in trouble or it’s about Jace. Clary sighs, tapping her palms gently over her thighs as if she doesn’t know what to do with them.
“What did you do?” he asks tersely but not unkindly, a shadow of an amused smile lost somewhere in the corners of his lips. They’ve never grown to be close friends like Clary did with Izzy, but Alec has come to somewhat tolerate her antics, to treat her the same he would any other Shadowhunter he’s responsible for - with respect and care, despite all the stunts she’s pulled. He’s almost fond of her, in a way that one is fond of their annoying younger sibling.
Clary chuckles, her eyes flitting over the office as if she’s searching for something to hold onto, to pull her attention away. She moves a strand of ginger hair away from her face, tucks it behind her ear.
“It’s not that, really-” she starts, then cuts herself off with a sigh, avoiding Alec’s questioning gaze.
He tips his head to the side, eyebrows furrowed in confusion; Clary’s never so nervous about seeing him, so this has to be something bigger than your usual law-breaking.
“What did Jace do, then?”
She smiles at that, a short press of her lips together, like it’s an inside joke between them of sorts. And it is - between all the sneaking around and secrets and dying, it’s almost funny.
“He didn’t do anything, I swear. But this is kind of about him, I mean-”
Alec can see the way her hands ball into fists in frustration at her sides and he stands, now alarmed. There’s something under his skin that tells him this is bigger, more personal and visceral than anything they’ve talked about before. “Come on, sit down.”
He leads Clary over to the couch across his desk and she plops herself down between the large beige pillows, almost drowning in them with how small she seems right then and there, her shoulders heavy with her burden.
Alec perches on the edge of the coffee table across from her, resting his elbows on his knees. “Talk to me, Fray,” he says quietly, his tone soft to coax out the words she’s having trouble with.
Tucking her legs under her, Clary looks at Alec for a moment, before asking, “How did you know you were gay?”
That’s definitely not what Alec expected to hear - he frowns, at first at a loss of words. It almost feels like an elaborate prank, but Clary looks completely serious, almost worried in a way, which makes Alec tell the truth sincerely, leaving out the biting sarcasm curling around his tongue.
“Well, I’ve always felt I was different when it came to that. It was never a big lightbulb moment, just small things that added up until I couldn’t longer hide from the reality of it all,” Alec pauses, staring somewhere into the distance as he gathers his thoughts. Without realizing, he’s rubbing his fingers together, digits running over scarred knuckles. “When people would talk about romantic stuff, about dates, partners and marriage, I could never see myself with a girl. It didn’t feel right.”
As much as he initially wanted to, he could never force how he felt - being married to a woman, having sex with her, even being attracted to women in more than aesthetical ways, it all seemed a hoax, an uncomfortable and anxiety-inducing lie. It was forced upon him, introduced when he was still young and impressionable, repeated until it stuck with him, until he started to believe it like it was the truth.
“And how can someone know if they’re... not straight?” Clary inquires again, aiming for only mildly interested and missing the mark completely. She seems to be skirting around an issue, clearly avoiding key words that might lead Alec to the right conclusion.
“Why are you asking?” Alec responds, a small inkling of what might be happening already forming in the back of his mind.
Clary licks her lips, picking at the loose thread on her torn jeans.
“I’ve been feeling strange lately.”
“Strange how?”
“Jace and I have been together for a while now, but recently I don’t… it’s difficult to explain.” Clary bites at the inside of her cheek, eyes downturned. Usually, despite her small posture, she’s all attitude and snark, even in her lowest moments, so seeing her this quiet makes Alec feel disconcerted.
“Take your time,” he announces and stands, walking over to the electric kettle tucked into the small space behind his door. From experience, he knows that sometimes it’s easier to speak when out of the spotlight so he lets Clary have that sort of freedom. He leaves his back turned, busy with making them some tea if just to hold something warm and soothing.
“I don’t know what I feel anymore. Jace and I have been through so much, at first dancing around each other to end up as siblings, which is fucked up if you really think about it,” Clary chuckles to herself and Alec allows himself a smile, remembering the conversation he and Jace had about it what seems light years ago. After a quiet pause, she continues. “Now that we’ve finally gotten together, I thought I was feeling strange, because Jace didn’t want to have sex with me- sorry, that’s probably too much information about your brother.”
This time, it’s Alec’s turn to laugh quietly. “We’re supposed to be parabatai, I’ve heard much worse things,” he assures, turning back for a moment to give her a pointed look that she replies to with a sympathetic wince.
The kettle burbles, signaling the water’s boiling and Alec prepares two mugs of green tea, just the hint of mango raising into the air.
“So, I thought I was just subconsciously feeling unsure, but then he started to really invest himself into this and-”
“Invest?” Alec prompts, handing one of the mugs off to Clary. He perches on the table again, careful not to spill any tea on himself - the suit he’s wearing is new and he’s got a date tonight, sue him.
“He told me he loved me. And I haven’t said it back so far.” Clary’s voice goes quiet as she speaks, the last few words coming out as barely a whisper; her eyebrows are drawn together, expression tight. Alec’s not an expert in reading people, but it’s clear enough she’s feeling guilty about it, worried perhaps. And he’d sigh, say ‘oh, straight people’, but he’s got an inkling that’s not entirely correct.
“Oh,” he hums, takes a sip of his tea.
“Yeah. Then he took me out on a date, a real one, and the feeling didn’t disappear. Instead it got stronger and I realized it’s not about Jace, but about me,” Clary sighs against the rim of her mug, eyes downcast. “I feel like I have to do it, everything that a girlfriend does, but I don’t want to. It was similar with Simon, we did everything, but it didn’t feel right.”
He doesn’t want to say it, but he does anyway; it hurts a little bit. “Like sex, for example?”
“Mhm. I thought it was because we were childhood friends, but-” Clary hides her face in her hands for a couple of seconds, growing more and more frustrated, her voice turning louder until she’s almost yelling. “I care about Jace, I like him, but I don’t want to lead him on and I just- I don’t know! I don’t know what I’m supposed to be!”
She sets her cup down with impact strong enough to probably shatter it and stands up, strands of hair flying in her face. Alec stands after her, hands outstretched in an attempt to placate her outburst. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.”
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything, I’ll just go,” she mumbles, trying to push past Alec, but he grasps her elbow, gently but with enough force to stop her from leaving.
“Clary, come on. We can work this out,” he pleads, dipping his head down to catch her eyes. She holds his gaze for a moment, as if she’s looking for something; she seems to find it and settle, let go of the tenseness in her body. They sit again and this time Alec’s on the couch as well, turned to face Clary. “Okay. How do you feel about men?”
The question sounds stupid when said out loud, but he considers the most simple way will be the most effective. As much as people see him as some sort of a pioneer in gay things in the Shadowhunters’ world, he’s still new to everything himself. He’s never had this kind of trouble when coming to his own identity, but he can do his best to help Clary figure hers out.
“They’re… nice? I mean, I can see they’re handsome and being with one sounds good in theory. I want it, until I get it and then it’s just… there.”
That’s strike one. Alec nods, remembers Izzy telling him about compulsory heterosexuality; he makes a mental note to himself to tell Clary about it later, or maybe direct her to some information. Leaning over to grab his cooling tea, he asks casually, “What about girls?”
Clary gives a noise that could be interpreted as flustered, followed by a soft chuckle.
“I try not to stare, but they’re so pretty. When I was out with Jace, we bumped into Maia and Simon and I couldn’t stop staring at her - the way she moved and smiled and just… everything about her was attractive. Same with Izzy, she always looks amazing no matter what she does.”
Strike two. Alec tries not to imagine his sister with Clary.
“Would you like to kiss a girl? Can you imagine yourself doing so?” he questions instead - from his own experience, even the most harmless fantasies are usually a good hint as to what’s going on; even before Alec admitted to being gay to himself, he’s caught himself thinking about what was ‘forbidden’ back then way more than once.
Clary blinks thoughtfully, her eyes staring somewhere into the middle distance. “I-, yeah, I think I’d like that. Lately, I’ve been catching myself looking at girls, thinking about how their hands would feel in mine, how it would feel to-” Suddenly, Clary straightens up, lips still open around the aborted sentence.
Strike three.
“You’ve found your answer,” Alec smiles, something akin to pride settling in his chest.
Clary nods enthusiastically, her eyes wide.
“I think I’m a lesbian,” she announces with gravity to her tone, just the slightest hints of a smile curling at her lips before they fade in favor of slight panic.
Alec knows how confusing it is to discover your world turned upside down - sexuality and attraction play a big part in everyone’s identity, so finding out something has shifted is terrifying, especially when there’s no one to turn to. Alec has tried to keep himself in the confines of the person he was supposed to be, has tried to keep himself from suffocating in all of the lies, in the fake smiles and every thought meant to make him adhere to society’s rules. He’s been alone for most of his journey, having to fend for himself and figure everything out on his own - he wouldn’t wish that on anyone.
“And that’s okay. I know it’s scary and confusing right now, and it will be for a while. You’re gonna have doubts - are you gay enough? Are you gay at all, or are you just fooling yourself into feeling different?” Alec rests his palm on Clary’s forearm, squeezes slightly, and sends her a reassuring little smile. “Don’t rush it. There’s no right or wrong way to be gay, no perfect way to come out to your people when you feel ready. You’re on a journey, a wonderful, one-of-a-kind, terrifying as hell journey.”
Clary chuckles as two sparkling tears race down her cheeks, hanging onto the line of her jaw. She wipes them away hastily, but keeps laughing, the sound coming out happy despite the watery note. “What would I do without you, Alec?”
He shrugs with a grin. “Probably something stupid, like usual.”
She rolls her eyes and stands up again - Alec follows. They move through the room and towards the door; when Clary has her hand on the handle, she turns back to Alec with a smile that he returns easily.
“What a day, huh?” she asks, scrunching up her nose, just the slightest bit of awkward.
“I might be the resident gay guy around here, but I’m sure Izzy, Magnus or even Aline wouldn’t mind talking to you about this if you have questions. My door’s always open too.” Alec pushes one of his hands into the pocket of his suit jacket, watches Clary rub the edges of her sleeves over her cheeks to get the rest of the wetness off, her expression sheepish.
“I’ll remember that. And… thank you so much.” Clary reaches out, puts her palm on Alec’s shoulder and he covers it with his own for a couple of seconds, accepting the thanks with a slow nod; there’s really nothing to thank him for, he’s just looking out for his people.
“Go, take the rest of the day off. Just try to not get into trouble, alright?”
“You got it, boss.” Clary salutes Alec and leaves, her steps bouncing back as an echo down the corridor until they fade into a soft sort of silence.
Alec closes the door and wanders over to his desk chair, slumping into it with a sigh. Looking at the two mugs still on the coffee table, Alec thinks, what a day, indeed.
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“Morning babe.”
Magnus turned around from where he stood to look at Alec. And when he turned around, what a sight he was met with. Alec still had sleep evident on his face, his eyes slowly blinking as he took in the day. His hair was a mess, both from sleep and from when Magnus had run his hands through it when they had first woken up.
And his hands, his fingers, were deftly but slowly doing up the buttons of his shirt. A shirt that Magnus had never seen in their wardrobe or on his boyfriend. He raked his eyes down Alec’s torso, appreciating the way that the burgundy material clung to his arms and shaped his body. The patterns on the shirt wasn’t something he was used to on Alec, and he had to say, he really loved it.
He didn’t realise how long he was stood there, frozen on his spot as he continued to stare at Alec.
“Magnus?” At the sound of Alec’s voice, Magnus shook himself out of the trance he seemed to be in. He stepped towards Alec, hands rising to fix the collar of his shirt, using the excuse to run his hands down his chest. He looked up at his boyfriend, eye’s softening at the easy smile and slight blush that was dusting over his cheeks.
“Good morning, love. I love this shirt on you.”
The soft smile that was on Alec’s face instantly grew into a lopsided grin. “Yeah? I wasn’t sure, I really liked it, to be honest, but I’d never wore anything like it so I didn’t know if it would work. But I mean, if you like it then that’s good. I have meetings today, so I thought, why not wear it today. You really think it looks good? You sure?”
Magnus was looking at Alec as he rambled, his hands emphasising the words as he spoke. When he finally stopped, Magnus rolled his eyes out of affection and stepped into Alec’s space, his hands grabbing onto his waist and pulling him closer. Magnus leaned forward to press a kiss against Alec’s jawline, listening as Alec’s breath hitched in his throat.
“I love the shirt and you in it.” Magnus started to slowly press kisses along Alec’s cheek, making his way towards his lips.
“I’m glad you appreciate it then.” The tone of Alec’s voice had instantly dropped, no longer frantic and matching Magnus’ flirting tone. He pulled back slightly, bringing up one of his hands to cup Alec’s neck.
“Oh, I do appreciate it. You look very handsome, Alexander.” Magnus pulled him in, their lips meeting and the tension that was swarming around them snapping like a band. Alec hummed against his lips, his hands running up Magnus’ arms and his fingers carding through his hair while the other stayed gripping his shoulders.
“You should see yourself, handsome.” Alec mumbled into the kiss, causing Magnus’ hands to tighten on his waist and deepen the kiss even more. After a few moments of losing themselves in each other, Alec pulled back slightly, his breathing heavy. “I’m gonna be late.”
Magnus kissed Alec’s cheek again. “Mm, you run the place, you’re allowed to be late.” Alec laughed slightly, but not before he pressed a kiss of his own to Magnus jawline, silently agreeing with him.
“I’ll keep this shirt in mind for our next date if this is the response I get.” Magnus grinned, feeling the joy radiating from his boyfriend as they flirted in the hallway of their home while sharing kisses.
And when Alec wore the shirt to dinner the next week, Magnus couldn’t stop the fond laugh and he couldn’t help but fall deeper in love.
days of dark - ( magnus/alec | pg13 | 5/? | 54k+ )
“Special delivery,” Alec says, holding out the umbrella with one hand and already mentally kicking himself for the stupid line. He hopes the rain beating down around them will disguise his voice, because he can’t keep up a fake voice for an entire conversation with Magnus.
Magnus blinks, peering at him through the rain, a confused smile lighting up his face. “Spiderman,” he says, a little dazed. “What are you doing here?”
Alec looks down at the umbrella and back at Magnus. Magnus gets the hint, his eyebrows going up.
“All the people in the city you could be saving right now and you’re here to give me an umbrella?” he teases, even as he’s reaching out to take it.
“What’s up?” Alec asks, leaning against the doorframe before remembering the fact that he’s standing there in only his underwear.
Max looks Alec up and down with a confused and weirded out expression on his face.
“Why are you so… naked?” Max asks.
“Um,” Alec says, trying to scatter his brain to think of an excuse for his lack of clothes. “I was changing my wardrobe. From my winter clothes to my summer clothes. And I had to make sure that everything still - fit.”
Good one, Lightwood, he mentally cheered.
“Uh huh,” Max hums, clearly still a little put off. “And does it?”
“Yep, yeah, everything's a-okay,” Alec nods as an awkward pause settles between the two of them.
