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Jaskier give Geralt a coat. It's a very nice coat, one that Jaskier's had since before Geralt met him. A fur coat, the same chestnut brown as Jaskier's hair and the softest thing Geralt has ever touched. It must have cost the bard a fortune.

At first Geralt protests, saying Jaskier shouldn't waste something so precious on him, but Jaskier wouldn't hear of it. He told Geralt that there's no one he'd rather give his coat to and no one he'd trust more to take care of it. With the bard looking at him so earnestly and tender Geralt couldn't say no.

He'd considered leaving it at Kaer Morhen, where it couldn't be stolen or damaged, but something about leaving it behind didn't feel right. It was such an important gift from Jaskier that he didn't want to be separated from it. So he keeps the coat tucked away in his saddlebag and guarded by Roach at all times, the safest place it could be while still within reach. And it's not as if he never used it. He'd pull the coat out on extra cold nights while on the path. The fur was so warm it chased off any chill in the air. The fond smile on Jaskier's face when he saw him using it also helped warm him from the inside out.

It wasn't until a particularly freezing winter at Kaer Morhen, when Geralt felt the need to pull out the coat even in the keep, that he learned the true significance of the gift. When Vesemir's raised eyebrow at the sight of the coat and pointed questioning about its origin led to Geralt realizing that he'd been trusted with Jaskier's selkie skin

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An excerpt from chapter 8 of Before Your Sun Sets — my jayvik Hanahaki story 🌸

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another great ship dynamic is "characters who are deeply traumatized and haunted by nightmares are finally able to get a peaceful night of sleep in each other's arms"

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Someone pls give me a fic where Viktor has been using every trick in the book to tell jayce he likes him and jayce is just an oblivious idiot abt it and mistakes all the signs for friendly gestures PLEASE

I need it to end with Viktor literally grabbing him and being like I LIKE YOU YOU FUCKING IDIOT and skfjrjdisjdjkd

Am I Too Late chapter two snippet

Excerpt from jayvik fanfic "Am I Too Late?" on ao3

The door to the lab opened with a loud bang. He turned to tell Jayce to be more gentle. Sometimes when he was excited he forgot his own strength. But who he saw was not Jayce.

It was Jayce, but his hair was long and hanging in his eyes. He had a thick, messy beard. His clothes were dirty and torn. A crude splint on one leg. One you’d use in a survival situation, not with a hospital near by. He carried a large hammer that looked grown from the ground itself. There were stress lines in his face and his shoulders spoke of a tiredness that Viktor had known too well. He'd just never expected to see it on Jayce. What had happened to him?

"Jayce?" He whispered. It may not have been his Jayce, but he was still Jayce. And Viktor couldn't help how he felt around Jayce. When their eyes met, Viktor could practically feel the hunger coming from them. He leaned against the desk for support against their intensity.

"Viktor." This new Jayce spoke low and deep, like his voice hadn’t been used recently, and Viktor felt it in his bones. Jayce prowled towards him like an animal stalking it's prey. Viktor felt no fear, just anticipation. He'd never feared Jayce, just his feelings for him.

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