Note: So it’s been mentioned that I put those out really fast, and while I’m not sorry exactly, I do realize that can be A Lot, so I’ll try to space them out a little by queueing them when I remember. Also I want to reassure everyone that while I’ll keep tagging you unless you ask me to stop there is zero hard feelings if you don’t comment/read/acknowledge these! It’s really, really absolutely not meant as an obligation whatsoever so you do whatever you want with those, no problem :)
Also fyi we are now in “I’ve done a decent chunk in order and I have a plan for the future fic so I’m gonna do snippets for wherever I’ve figured the plot out” realm, so don’t worry if you’re confused with the timeline, it’ll be sorted out in the full fic version.
Lastly: this contains a mostly light discussion of the fact that Jaskier has been doing sex work since before he turned of age, and that Mousesack doesn't like that fact, even if he tries to be supportive.
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Mousesack knows, well before he opens his mouth, that he’ll loathe how fatherly he sounds. It’s in the words themselves, there’s just no way to say that and not sound like a bedraggled parent. He still steps out of the main room, almost bumps into Jaskier halfway up the stairs to the attic, and completely fail to sound casual when he asks:
“Any chance you’ll tell me who that was?”
The change in Jaskier is instantaneous. In the blink of an eye, the boy goes from decently relaxed to tense and sharp-eyed, the same as he was on that first day in the alley. He squares his shoulders, unusually wide for a pre-hormones boy, and raises his chin at a clearly defiant angle before he says:
“He’s a client.”
“A client,” Mousesack repeat, dumbstruck and feeling very much like he should know what Jaskier’s talking about. “What kind of client?”
“Well,” Jaskier replies with false cheer, “I started underage and I don’t want anything to do with drugs. Do the math.”
Mousesack is fairly sure he’s going to be sick. The boy isn’t even twenty yet! What kind of fucking world lets these things happen? Mousesack sighs, running a hand over his face. He wants to tell Jaskier not to do it again. He wants to yell and ask if he’s aware of the risks—for the bar, yes, but mostly for himself—and a host of other things besides. What he does instead is take a deep breath, then a second, and then ask:
“Did you tell Dr. Nenneke about this?”
“Did you know some doctors call the cops on whores?” Jaskier retorts, and Mousesack has to force himself to calm down again.
His heart is beating too hard in his chest, his breathing coming too fast, cold sweat prickling at the back of his neck, but if he makes Jaskier feel like he’s being blamed or chased away….
“Fair point,” he says through gritted teeth. “Would you like me to take you to a health clinic? They’re better trained to handle your situation.”
“Look,” Jaskier says with a click of his tongue, “I told you I didn’t need pity—if you want me out—”
“If I wanted you out I’d have told you so,” Mousesack snaps back, “and if I pitied you I’d be telling you to stop all of that right now.”
Jaskier opens his mouth to protest, but Mousesack stops him with a raised hand. He has to breathe again, though it doesn’t work half as well as he’d want it to, before he can continue:
“I don’t like it, Jaskier. That man was twice your age, and probably your height too—if he’d decided not to pay, or if he’d disliked what you’ve got in your underwear—”
“I don’t market myself as a guy,” Jaskier groans, “I’m not that reckless.”
“Yeah, see,” Mousesack replies, hands clenching into fists, “now I’m even more worried about what the work does to you.”
“I don’t—”
“You don’t need my pity, yeah, I know,” Mousesack sighs. “But I’m not pitying you, I’m worried about you. I…do realize…that you need income.” Fuck, but the words are hard to get out. “And I realize you don’t want to depend on me—though, again, you really don’t have anything to fear for me on the financial side—and I realize there’s not a lot of options for a guy in your position. So I’m not going to tell you to stop. I’m not even going to ask you to stop. But I am going to ask you to let me help you stay safe, alright? Please?”
Jaskier still looks mulish as anything, but there’s something shiny in his eyes now, and a tremble to his chin that Mousesack would never have expected. He turns his face away when Mousesack continues to look at him, and then after a while he shrugs, barely there enough to be seen.
“Thank you. And at the risk of making things uncomfortable again—if you do want to find a different job, I’m here to help. I can ask around if someone needs anyone—or you can meet Eist and he’ll give you pointers on how to spruce up your CV.”
“Without a single diploma in my pocket?” Jaskier challenges, jauntiness back in full force now that the moment has passed.
“I’m sure he’ll be able to think of something,” Mousesack promises. “If you’d like him to help, that is.”
Jaskier hums, noncommittal, but at least he didn’t say no. When he climbs back upstairs for a shower—“I was only going to lock the door behind him.”—Mousesack watches him go with something heavy in his stomach, and then he calls Priscilla to ask if she’s still got that camping bed her ex left behind when they broke up.
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THAT IS WHAT I'VE BEEN AFRAID OF! I'm losing my few fellow grell stans day by day just because that guy is too hot for his own good. I need my grell content like I need air, though. My god this is all so stupidly dumb. anyway, thanks for staying and sharing ur alternative, honey x
//Thank you for following me over there! I really appreciate it ^_^
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lmao seriously why am i even friends with you this is why i know i lost all my sanity somewhere along the way
don’t say that. i am the best friend someone could have lmaosrsly: YOU ARE ONE OF THE BEST FRIENDS I HAVE!!! WE HAVE LOST OUR SANITIES TOGETHER! THIS IS THE REASON WE ARE STILL FRIENDS <3this and the fact i’ll send you a furby if we aren’t friends anymore^^
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO :,( remember how happy i was to be back online & blogging yesterday? how happy i was that i didn't lose follower over my long time off-line? I WAS SO HAPPY! and now i refresh my dash and suddenly LOST 3 FOLLOWER! 3!!!!!!!!!! and now i am sad :( SO SAD! and i don't know why i am telling this to YOU of all people because YOU are probably just going to make fun of me anyway :(
Oh no how horrible D’: HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO YOU?!? nobody deserves to suffer like this :( if you need someone to talk to i’m here for you, yes? my thougts and prayers are with you during this difficult time
haha lmao it has been in my drafts for what feels like forever and i had just put it in my queque and yay there it is XD
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