Hey uhhhh Bouncey I have a crack fic for you if you want to take a stab. We've heard of Fae Jaskier, what about Fae Roach just judging her two boys and trying to get them together in her horse form?
The first time Roach notices a marked difference in her human’s behavior is when the Talkative Boy appears in their lives. Her Geralt is even more grouchy and closed-off than usual, grunting and huffing in response to the Boy’s litany of praises and eager questions.
Roach likes the Boy.
After a while, so does her human.
Her Geralt protects the Boy and slowly, over the years, the Boy becomes the Talkative Man. Her human and the Man go on many adventures, each more fantastical and colorful than the last. She is glad to be there through all of them, glad for her human’s apparent lack of attention to the passing years.
Roach notices the years, though. She notices the way they change the Man and she doesn’t like it in the slightest. She puts a stop to the process. Now the Man will be young and pretty like Roach and her Geralt for as long as she likes.
Her Geralt doesn’t notice for awhile, but after the Man nearly dies of blood-loss and stupidity and Roach has to step in to save his life yet again, he seems to get a clue. He pulls the Man into his arms and presses warm kisses all over his face, smelling so brightly of love she nearly has to leave the vicinity.
But Roach is happy. Elated, even. Now her Geralt will be happy all the time and not just when the Man is snuggling with him in the dark.
Fucking finally, she sighs to herself.