Friends, it happened. I have given into my darker angels and darkest urges…Here’s a part of a J/askier Snuggles Alllll the Sick W/itchers fic.
Please do not read if you don’t like c /ontagion or sneezing on others or referenced mess. There is definitely some hints of…sexual tension… in this, too.
So if any of that squicks, don’t click, because I love all of you and want you all to feel safe and happy. :)
(Featuring G/eralt and L/ambert. So far. )
One of the best things about being the sole human visitor at K/aer M/orhen is that J/askier rarely slept alone.
Part three…. If you are looking for any plot, accurate characterizations and actual dialogue, this is NOT the one. Turn back now and save yourself.
This is c/ ontagion p0rn at this point. This is messy (meaning: like really gross) and, let’s face it, only getting worse every time I add to it. This section is also NSFW (but only very generally described) and that part of it is G/eraskier.
J/askier woke to the sound of a trembling gasp, tried to shift and stretch and found himself pinned. Ah, right, there was a sleeping w/itcher on either side, anchoring him with their combined weight.
Part FOUR…. It is my birthday eve, dear friends, and I wanted to give you guys a gift! It’s been, frankly, a horrible year in real life and snzblr was truly my escape. SO thank you! LOVE you guys! This is the- inevitable!- conclusion to this fic…you knew it had only one place to go J/askier catches this terrible cold at long last. (I know promised some hot springs but I just couldn’t get my brain to cooperate. Sorry to disappoint!)
This has as all the same great gross stuff as the previous parts. Mess. Sneezing on people. Gratuitously out-of-character snuggling. :D
After two days of hoping that the growing soreness in his throat and the little tickle beneath the bridge of his nose were simply figments of an over-active imagination and had nothing to do with his nightly proximity to three sniffling, sneezing witchers, J/askier finally had to admit that he might have maybe caught a teensy weensy bit of the witchers’ cold himself.
