An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/3
Fandom: The Inheritance Cycle - Christopher Paolini
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Brom & Eragon Shadeslayer, Murtagh Morzansson & Eragon Shadeslayer, Brom & Murtagh Morzansson, Brom & Saphira (Inheritance Cycle), Saphira & Eragon Shadeslayer
Characters: Brom (Inheritance Cycle), Eragon Shadeslayer, Murtagh Morzansson, Saphira (Inheritance Cycle), Zar'roc
Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Past Trauma, zar'roc is a character now. don't worry about it.
Series: Part 3 of Brom's Unwitting Adventures in Fatherhood
Summary:
Eragon is finally recovered enough to spar with their new travelling companion--his brother! what a thought!--but somebody forgot to disclose the origins of his super neat magic red sword.
Alternative title: Truth came out of her well to shame Brom specifically, and she is far from done with him.
just rewatched all of season three and i am just captivated by yuji, walking around with all the pieces of his soul shattered and crushed and shoved back inside his chest after shibuya and yuta, who was entrusted with yuji by gojo, seeing the shards of him threatening to spill out. yuta who can’t fight the urge to protect and repair this broken person before him, yuta who yearns to pick up every fragment of yuji with tweezers and superglue him together. he wants to open his skin to tuck yuji inside and shield him from the cruel world that ripped him apart in the first place. and yuta is strong enough where he can shelter yuji, he has the power to keep yuji from ever having to raise his hand against another person again. so that’s just what he does, he shoulders yuji’s burden, he bloodies his own hands so that yuji can finally wash his. he shields yuji from jujutsu society, and tries to free him from the guilt bogging down his heart. it’s just, he’s yuta, and he has a tendency to overdo it from time to time. so if “shielding yuji from jujutsu society” entails keeping him hidden from all other sorcerers, allied or not, well he’s just being thorough. if showing yuji that he’s not alone in this world turns into making him dependent on yuta for every aspect of his survival, he’s just trying to set a good example. if rebuilding yuji’s self esteem requires a hands on demonstration of all the things there are to love about him and his body, then yuta is just a diligent teacher.
5 times geralt wrote jaskiers name wrong on his coffee cup plus 1 time he didnt need to: part 1
its @natskier‘s birthday and hhh nat fucking slaps and her birthday fic accidentally became a 5+1 and yeah. here's part 1.
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ship: geraskier, modern
warnings: lamberts a bitch, geralt has feelings, jaskiers a little shit
editing: yes
words: 1.1k
genre: slow burn adjacent cause the boys are hella fucking impatient oops
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“Geralt! Get your bitch ass up here and work the register!”
Geralt didn't even bother opening the door of the breakroom. “Fuck your boyfriend when you’re not on the clock!”
The door to the breakroom swung open and a very disgruntled Lambert glared down at him, arms crossed over his chest. One of his bright red curls fell out of his bun and hit him in the eye. Geralt had to hold his hand in front of his mouth to stop himself from laughing.
“If you paid attention, you’d know that Aiden is out of town. I’m going to the bank to get change you fucking piss biscuit.” Lambert pointed at him angrily. “If you burn the place down it’s coming out of your damn paycheck.”
Geralt groaned as the door slammed shut behind Lambert, but he still got up and walked begrudgingly to the front. Getting fired by his father would have been nothing short of embarrassing.
He made sure that his apron was tied correctly as he walked up to the register. Eskel was making the drinks, which was the job that Geralt usually preferred because it involved less interaction with the customers. But Lambert really hadn’t given him much of an option.
The bell above the door chimed and Geralt put on his best customer service smile.
“Hi, welcome to Kaer for More Coffee, what can I get for you?”
“Just a black coffee. Large. Dark roast”
Geralt punched the order into the register without looking up. Then he grabbed a cup off of the stack, pulled the sharpie from behind his ear and scribbled the order on the side. The routine was so familiar he could probably do it in his sleep. Not that he would ever admit that though because then Lambert would definitely try to get him to do it.
“Name?” he asked, still not looking up.
Whatever the customer said got lost in the noise of the shop.
“Could you repeat that?” Geralt asked, looking up for the first time and holy fuck.
The man standing at his register was abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous. He had dark brown hair that was falling in his bright blue eyes and the little smile on his face that showed off his dimples made Geralt nearly melt. It took all of his willpower to not drop the cup in his hand and keep his eyes on the man’s face instead of the bit of chest hair peeking out from his scandalously unbuttoned, peach colored shirt. It was almost like he was tryingto make him swoon.
“Jasper.”
Or at least that was what Geralt thought that he said. Eskel chose that exact moment to knock over a sack of espresso beans.
Geralt clumsily scrawled his name on the cup. Seeing that Eskel was otherwise occupied and he didn't want to keep the attractive man waiting, Geralt went to grab him his coffee. It wasn't like there were any other customers waiting.
Geralt filled the cup, double and triple checking that he had the right roast before sliding the order across the counter.
“Jasper!” he called out.
The attractive man was standing on his phone, not making any move to come and get his coffee.
“Jasper!” Geralt called out again, hoping to get his attention.
Still nothing. The man was scrolling like his life depended on it and it honestly didn't help that he had the cutest look of concentration on his face: slightly furrowed brows and an adorable frown line creasing his forehead.
“Hey,” Geralt said. “Your coffee’s ready.”
This time the man looked up, slightly surprised to see Geralt holding out the cup.
“Is that mine?” He asked, gesturing to the cup.
Geralt nodded. “Large black dark roast.”
“But you didn't call out my name,” the man said, crossing his arms.
“Yes I did.” Geralt cocked his head in confusion. “Twice.”
The man took the cup from him skeptically, spun it until he could see the name that Geralt had written on it and laughed.
“Well darling,” he said. “I didn't respond because my name isn't Jasper.”
Geralt spluttered, momentarily distracted by the fact that such an attractive person had just called him darling. He tried desperately to ignore the swell of heat in his stomach. “But you said-”
“I didn't say Jasper.” The man took a sip of his coffee and tried and failed not to wince. Geralt didn't blame him. Black coffee was terrible. “I guess I’ll just have to come back tomorrow and remedy this issue, won’t I, uh,” the man squinted at his name tag, “Gerald.”
“That’s not-”
“Oh I know,” the man smiled, taking another large gulp of his disgusting coffee. This time he couldn't hide the wince at all. “I’ll get your name right when you get mine right.”
And then he had the audacity to turn and walk out of the shop. Without putting any milk or sugar in his coffee, Geralt couldn't help but note.
Geralt stared transfixed at the door that the man had just walked out of. What the hell had just happened?
Unluckily for him, he didn't have much time to ponder that because Lambert walked through the very same door not two seconds later.
“What happened, pretty boy?” Lambert asked, opening the drawer of the cash register and putting in the change that he had gotten. “Did that door tell you that your hair looks terrible straightened? Cause I’ve been telling you that for at least the last three years.”
Geralt opened his mouth to respond but Eskel beat him to it.
“A hot guy came in and ordered and Geralt wrote his name wrong on the cup.”
Geralt turned away from the door to hide his blush. The way that Eskel said it made it sound so much worse than it was. It had been an honest mistake! It wasn't his fault that Eskel had dropped the damn espresso beans right when he had said his name!
Lambert tisked disapprovingly. “Of course the one time you manage to find someone who actually likes that mop on your head, you don't even manage to learn his name. Now I can’t stalk him on Instagram! Geralt, you really need to be more considerate of these things.”
Geralt threw an empty cup at him.
“Fuck off, you know I’m right!” Lambert groaned. “And I could get you written up for harassment in the workplace! What if you injured me and I couldn't work anymore, huh?”
“Lamb, it was a paper cup,” Geralt sighed. “And considering our dad is our boss, he would have seen straight through your dramatics.”
Thankfully, any further retorts from Lambert were cut off by the bell above the door ringing.
“Hi, welcome to Kaer for More Coffee what can….”
Geralt used the distraction to slip back into the break room. He still had another 10 minutes left on his break and he fully intended to use them to mope over the fact that an attractive man had shown actual interest in him and he’d somehow managed to not get his name.
Random headcanon, but I think Eragon gets an unexpected growth spurt when he hits 19/20.
It’s not extreme, he’s not suddenly eight feet tall, but it’s significant enough to put him at eye level with most of the elves he’s working with, and juuuust enough to give him a couple inches over Murtagh and Roran. Made possible probably by a combination of factors, including but not limited to reduced stress (no longer in a war), better diet (no longer in a war), long-term Agaetí Blödhren blessing benefits and bonus Rider-dragon bond perks.
Literally the only people who notice are elves, who no longer have to look slightly down to talk to him, and Murtagh and Roran. And Angela, probably, because she notices details like that, but she’s short already and fully embraces her shortness so she doesn’t really mind.
Murtagh and Roran ABSOLUTELY mind though. Why Is Their Little Brother Tall Now.
