#henryliciously

[wonderhevrts]

closed rp with @henryliciously​

Jaskier was on the stage with his band, playing his guitar and singing to the fans. This was what he loved the most --- Being up there, singing his heart out and people actually loving their songs. Ever since he was little, he wanted to be a musician. His parents would’ve preferred for him to be a lawyer or a doctor, but once his band started getting more attention and grew more famous, his parents let him do his thing. 

He didn’t have a care in the world, while he was on stage. Jaskier always put a 110% of him to their shows. They were now touring the States, traveling on a tour bus together and it was the life he had always wanted.

When their show ended, the band took a bow to the audience, tossing drum sticks and such to the people. They were having a small meet and greet right after, but they had a few minutes to take a breath.               At the backstage, Jaskier changed his shirt to a clean one and drank some water, chatting with his bandmates about the show. Once they got their cue to head to the meet and greet, they followed a security guy to the table and sat down. They were given pens to write with and one by one the fans queued to get their autograps, some slefies together and chat a little bit. from the corner of his eye, Jaskier noticed a man standing at the side, but thought he was part of the security team.

After half an hour, the line was getting to it’s end and there was only a handful of people left. When the next one was let to come and meet them, the band greeted him happily. Jaskier could see there was something off about them, but thought that they were just nervous. “Hi! And who do i write this for?” Jaskier smiled. “To your death!!” The man exclaimed, pulling out a knife and lunging at Jaskier, who automatically moved back with a terrified gasp, but before the knife was even close to him, someone stopped the man. 

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@henryliciously​ gets a starter from Neal

It had been about a week, since they started their little bet with Diana. It had gone well so far, Neal and Clark had gone out some times and had fun together. Although now, it was time for their stake-out. Peter, Neal and Clark were all in the car, driving to the art museum.  “Lets hope we don’t need to sit there all night. Although if nothing really happens, then we leave and try again another time.” Peter said. Neal nodded. “As long as you don’t have those awful tuna sandwiches with you..” He said, glancing over to Peter, who rolled his eyes. “I don’t, this time. But those sandwiches are good.” He protested and Neal shook his head. He turned to look at Clark on the backseat. “They smell like catfood.” He grinned.

Even though their plan on their bet was not to develop feelings for each other, or they’d lose, Neal himself had been doing horrible job at that. He was so smitten by Clark, he tried his best not to let it show. Clark was so attentive and sweet to him. Neal loved that about him. He could only imagine what it would be like, if they would be in a real relationship.

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Neal knew very well that Clark was at work. He would’ve loved to see his reaction to the picture he had sent him. Neal himself was at work too, but it was a quiet moment, when he had nothing to do. So once he had spotted the picture on the internet, he just had to send it to Clark.

Once the man replied, Neal chuckled and looked at the picture. Not what he had expected, but it was definitely cute.

[txt: Clark] Lets put a red cape on it and it’ll be even more you. [txt: Clark] I’m hoping that’s just a random picture. [txt: Clark] Because don’t you dare tell me, that you had unicorn ice cream without me.

Yeah, Neal was sometimes a little weird, in a way that he would drop everything for a unicorn -type ice cream. ....And send bread-abs pictures. But that only iincreased when he had nothing to do. At home, he usually started painting, to get rid of the energy, but at work it was more difficult. Normally, he’d be pestering Peter, Diana or Jones with his dumb jokes, but.. For some reason, nowadays, he preferred to do that with Clark.

[wonderhevrts]

closed rp based on this with @henryliciously​​

After everything that had happened, it all came down to this.

Since he had been bitten by a venomous snake, brought down to the Underworld and met Geralt, things had taken different turn for him. Geralt, the God of the Underworld, had saved his life, taken care of him. Jaskier had actually taken a liking to life down there, he had an apple tree to look after, so he could still, in a way, do his job as the God of Spring and Nature.                But Calanthe, the Goddess of Heavens, demanded Geralt to release him back onto Earth, for the crops and plants had started to die, without Jaskier there to take care of them. A war was upon them.  So alone, Geralt went to the war against Calanthe and her army and once Jaskier heard about this, he was furious. It was a suicide mission. The God had started to care for the other, so he was not going to let it happen.

From the tree he had grown, Jaskier took an apple and went back up to the surface. After finding where the war was held, he walked straight into the middle of the two, to stop them.  He was clutching on to the red apple in his hand, ignoring Geralt’s warnings of not to take a bite. But he did anyway. The apple was no longer only red, but had green patches on it, from Jaskier’s powers. The war came to an end. It ended on Jaskier’s choice. 

A choice to live between the surface and the Underworld.

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“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” (Geralt to Mer!Jaskier)

Sentence Starters - Fluff

“I-I, umm..” Jaskier stuttered, blushing more now. He was sitting in the bath tub, the end of his long blue and turquoise fish tail hanging over the edge. He was looking at Geralt, who was standing next to the tub, shirtless, only his pants on. Jaskier wasn’t copletely sure why he was blushing, but he felt butterflies in his stomach as he looked at the other. His muscles, his scars, the lines of his chest and abs. 

“No, nothing..” He said and turned his eyes from him. Geralt had told him to take a bath, but once Jaskier was in the water, his legs had turned into his tail. “Why do i have to bathe?” Jaskier asked and played with the little bubbles from the soap, on the surface of the water. Geralt had mentioned earlier, that Jaskier needed to was his hair, too. “I live in the water, so i don’t need to do that.” He said, but paused. “Well.. Lived.” He shrugged.

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“You’ve stolen my spot. I know you know it’s my spot” (to Jaskier from Geralt)

Formidable Fluff Starters

The right side was always Geralt’s, whenever the two had to share a bed, if they had a room for the night. Maybe it was the witcher’s spot on the bed, but it was just because of that, that Jaskier was now lying there. “I am aware of that. You want me to move? You’ll probably have to make me..” Maybe Jaskier just.. hoped that Geralt would push him off or be stubborn and lie on him instead. Ah, hell. That sounded as stupid as he thought. And now he felt dumb. But he still waited for Geralt’s response.

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