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More on the AU where show and game geralt/jaskier meet and game!geralt and show!jaskier develop a thing
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Edit: because y'all ask about the fanfic, it's here Four is a Crowd
Title: Four is a Crowd Summary: When Obi-Wan had gone Sith, he had thrown caution to the wind and boarded the nearest available shuttle. He had hoped that his journey to the Dark Side would be a solo act.However, he hadn’t counted on the three cadets hiding away on the ship.
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“St-stay where you are!”
Obi-Wan fought the urge to groan as he heard the small voice come from behind him. How he had failed to sense the stowaways before he’d launched himself into space was a mystery to him (it could have been the fact that there were twenty other clones shooting at him, and a very grief stricken, confused Anakin was doing everything in his power to drag Obi-Wan away from the docking port), but now that he had finally noticed them, it was time to address the situation.
“Are you going to shoot me?” He asked slyly, as he stood up from his seat and slowly made his way towards the braver of the three, who stood before the other two with his pistol pointed at Obi-Wan with a shaky grip.
The Former Jedi smirked, “You wouldn’t kill a--”
A blue bolt erupted from the blaster before he could even finish his sentence, and in a swift movement, the entire corridor was filled with a blinding white light as Obi-Wan activated his saber. Not only was the bolt deflected into the control panel, but the gun had been cut in two.
The cadet looked in horror as his weapon fell to the ground in a heap of metal and soot.
“Y-you’re no Jedi!” Piped up another, who’d been cowering behind his brother, “A Jedi would never attack a clone!”
“Need I remind you that you did shoot at me first,” began the older man as his saber deactivated, “I was simply defending myself.”
The trio erupted.
“You were going to kill us, don’t pretend like you weren’t!”
“You stole a ship! And you attacked the other Jedi.” The gun-toting cadet pointed out, “There’s something wrong with you.”
Obi-Wan denied neither of the accusations, for each held a bit of truth to them. However, he was not going to kill them. He may’ve been a Sith, but there was nothing good to come out of killing a trio of defenseless cadets. Especially when they all reminded him of his commander. He stopped his thought process there. Thinking about Cody would inevitably lead to him think about the war, and then the Jedi Order, and then Anakin.
“He’s a sith.” Explained the quiet one, who’d hidden in the shadows the moment Obi-wan had advanced towards them, “That’s what they were saying….and his eyes….look at his eyes.”
That was enough to break Obi-Wan out of his thoughts.
“I’m glad my reputation precedes me. I’m curious to know what else they’ve said about me.”
The cadets panicked.
“Sith have golden eyes!” The rambunctious one said, “Bright golden eyes--like his !”
“Says who?”
“Says General Ti!”
“Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, I can let you three off on the nearest habitable planet,” Obi-Wan interrupted, slightly agitated. Thinking about Shaak-Ti wouldn’t help him either.
“We can’t just go back?” Hopeful and slightly nervous, the more neutral of the three ask, “Back to Coruscant.”
“Forgive me for not wanting to be arrested.”
“You should have thought about that before you ran off!” Ever the resilient, the gunslinging cadet had seized the opportunity to duck under Obi-Wan and dart towards the controls. Naturally his brothers had moved to restrain the older man.
Correction--one brother had attempted to restrain the other man. The other remained in the shadows.
It didn’t take long for Obi-Wan to seize them with the force.
“Why were you three on this ship?” Asked the General, turning the question on them, “I don’t believe you had any permission to be here either. And If I’m correct, you had already entered coordinates well away from Coruscant.”
They were silent, though a look of pure guilt was exchanged amongst them.
“I won’t put you down until you tell me.”
“We were running away.”
Two pairs of amber eyes--one shocked and the other angry--turned towards the shadowed clone.
“Snoop?” They said in unison, “What the hell? You can’t tell a Jedi we’re deserting.”
“Oh this should be entertaining.” Obi-Wan mused as he crossed his arms, slowly allowing the cadets to touch the ground, “And you wanted to turn me in.”
“Easy for you to say, Jedi. It isn’t your brothers who’re being marched to their deaths every day--”
“What he means to say,” Said the other, “Is that we’re more aware than our brothers.”
“And he’s not a Jedi, remember.” Snoop spoke up again, “He’s like us.”
The gunslinger disagreed, wholeheartedly, but Obi-Wan wasn’t blaming him. If they had anything in common, it was that they were all stuck together in the ship. They weren’t wrong about their brothers, all the bloodshed, all the death and devastation....Obi-Wan couldn’t understand that, not like a clone.
But he could understand why it might make them want to leave. He didn’t blame any clone for deserting.
“If you’re trying to flee, why on Earth would you want me to bring you back?”
“Because you were trying to kill us!” The Gunslinger bluttered, as if it were the most obvious answer.
“We thought you were trying to kill us,” corrected the neutral one, “But now that we know you aren’t….we need this ship.”
“Finders keepers,” Obi-Wan teased, “I need it.”
“That’s not even how that works?” Gunslinger responded, “We were in the ship first.”
“Fine, let’s say I give you the ship,” Obi-Wan began, “Where would you go.”
Another stretch of silence.
“You have no idea what you want to do.” Stated the former Jedi, with a raised brow.
The Gunslinger snorted, “And you do?”
“I know how to survive if need be,” Obi-Wan retired, “Do you?” He hadn’t meant for the last words to come out, and in all honesty he was being his usually snarky self.
He never fathomed the adventure it would entail.
“Help us?” Snoop was beside him in an instant, “We’ll die without you.”
“Who knows how long it’ll take for the Republic to pick us up?” asked the other, “we could be stolen.”
He was a little taken aback by their sudden change of heart. Though he’d expected it with Snoop, the neutral cadet has been a surprise. But he could sense their worry leaking into the Force, their uncertainty as well. They weren’t prepared for this journey.
Four is a Crowd - Ch. 13
So I took months to update the fic you nearly thought I gave up on it?
Fear not. This is going to be finished sooner or later. It’s a promise.
In the meantime, have some Dandelion and Jaskier banter with a sprinkle of sexual tension.
Chapter 13
Jaskier had always loved show!Geralt
But show!Geralt never reciprocated Jaskier’s love.
It was game!Geralt who did.
So Jaskier gets to explore a new kind of love. A love that stretches beyond distant contemplation, silent wishes, and painful pining. A love that dives deep into his soul and anchors itself there, unbudging. The sort that is shared through a passionate kiss, a fervent touch, a lingering stare. A tender laugh, a hitched breath, a soft whisper.
A love that magnifies the depth of his emotional sensitivity. Jaskier now feels profound elation and intense pain. Because a love for a man who did not love him back in another universe is reflective of his own failure.
But where did he fail?
What did he do that made him unwanted, unworthy?
And most importantly, did it matter? Did it matter now that he had fallen in love?
Yes, it did.
Because two entities from two different worlds are not meant to be.
Because cheating time and space to find true love is still cheating.
Because he was never meant to be here. Never meant to find out the true meaning of reciprocated love.
Because he was condemned to unrequited love. Now, and forever.
And yet.
And yet, here he was:
By his lover’s side, and everything never felt better.
So fuck time and space, because I am never going back.
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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game), The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Game Geralt/Show Jaskier Characters: Show Jaskier - Character, Game Dandelion - Character, Show Geralt - Character, Game Geralt - Character Additional Tags: All 4 idiots meet each other, Dandelion and Jaskier constantly bitching at each other, Both Geralts are done with them, Both Geralts are also at each other's throat, Game Geralt and Jaskier develop a thing, Show Geralt and Dandelion hate them for it, all four travel together, Romance, Humor, Smut, Fluff, First Time, Making Love, Anal Sex, Some angst, more tags as it goes
Summary:
Geralt and Dandelion come across two unconscious bodies nearby their camp.
Dopplers? Impersonators? Lookalikes? Worse.
It involves portals, witches and them from another universe.
Chapter 4 is up !
Four is a Crowd - Chapter 12
Well, guess who’s back?
Me. Sort of. Not really. Anyway, have some Geralt x Geralt action in this new chapter.
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Jaskier, pointing at Game!Geralt: My Geralt is better than yours.
Dandelion: Technically speaking he is my Geralt since he comes from my world.
Jaskier: Following your obviously flawed argumentation that would make my world's Geralt mine and we both know I don't claim your sloppy seconds.
Dandelion: You're just jealous because I was able to seduce him within days while you have spent your entire youth chasing after your teenage crush and got nothing out of it other than a soggy arse.
Jaskier: If my arse is soggy then so is yours, smartass.
Dandelion: That's a weak comeback, try harder next time.
Jaskier: Is that what your Geralt tells you in bed?
Dandelion: he tells me if life could give him one blessing it would be to take you off his hands.
Jaskier:
Jaskier: You.
Jaskier: Are.
Jaskier: So.
Jaskier: DEAD.
Meanwhile, in the back,
Show!Geralt: Did he just call me a sloppy second?
Game!Geralt: He just called you a sloppy second.
Four is a Crowd - Chapter 10
It’s finally up. I know I promised it two days ago, but I’m struggling to finish things at the moment (especially writing), so I hope you’ll forgive me.
Sunshine caressed his features with concentrated warmth, waking Geralt up from the deepest sleep he had had in what felt like an eternity. Heavy eyelids fluttered open to catch sight of the window curtains floating gently to the caress of the wind. Outside, the villagers had begun going about their day.
He stretched in utter laziness and patted the spot on the bed beside him. To his disappointment, he found it empty and cold. Jaskier must have gotten up a while ago, which was unusual, knowing how his bard delighted in a morning-after.
He slipped back inside his worn-out outfit, fixed his armor on top and considered taking it to the blacksmith if it were not for the lack of coin in his pocket. He ran a swift hand across his unruly hair then headed out of the room. He stopped at the threshold, watching the door across part open and his eyes darted upwards to catch an identical golden pair.
“Hm." His counterpart groaned, as if minutely contemplating stepping back inside and shutting the door close.
“Rough night?” teased Geralt, innocently referring to the mess that was his hair and the heavy bags of clear exhaustion hanging under his eyes. Though he was quick to notice he looked more on the radiant side – if that word could ever describe him in any existing universe.
The White Wolf winced and a dark frown traced his forehead out of clear offense. Confused yet uncaring, Geralt watched him step out of the room, shut the door behind him, and trudge downstairs.
Something about him was clearly amiss but Geralt did not bother to question it – did not care, really. Instead, he chose to follow suit and head downstairs for breakfast.
The inn’s tavern was quiet even though it was nearing mid-day. Most of the guests have had drunk themselves to unconsciousness the night before, which left only the innkeeper seated behind the counter, counting her scarce coin. She, too, nestled a drink with a strange mixture consisting of ingredients that had Geralt, regardless of the fair distance separating them, scrunch up his nose in pure disgust.
Anything to cure a hangover, he guessed.
He located Jaskier with delay – due to his abnormally quiet state – at the far corner of the tavern hunched over the table and glaring daggers at the lively man seated across from him. It was Dandelion. He was holding his head up higher than usual, the grin at the corner of his lips tugged further, and the air about him was obnoxiously prideful. One glance was all Geralt needed to tell he had just won whatever debate the two were amidst.
“Cry me a river,” came his humorous laughter, “I, for one, slept like a baby reared against its mother’s breast. Perhaps you would have complained less if you had had half so good a pounding, you poor boneless bag of misfortunes. Ah, speak of the devil! There come our favourite witchers.”
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