Não te peço um feliz para sempre porque não quero que nosso amor seja mentiroso como os da Disney, então, eu te peço um simples “Até que a morte nos separe!”, seja a minha droga e aceite a se casar comigo.
After the painful parting in the mountains, Jaskier travels alone until Geralt catches up to him with plans to apologise. Post Ep6 fix-it. Mature, WIP
“I will do anything, Jaskier. Anything.” Geralt’s gravelly voice sounded with anguish, but Jaskier wouldn't budge. Even if his heart sped up at the sheer proximity of the man it beat for, he kept his mouth shut.
“Oh really? Prove it.” Hands shaking just slightly, Jaskier unbuttoned the front of his breeches.
Title from the song "Welly Boots" by The Amazing Devil
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