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Days off were God’s greatest gift, of that Jaskier was sure. They hated their job, still dreaming of life on the stage, performing Shakespeare in the grandest theatres in London, but their acting degree was taking them nowhere despite countless auditions, and the bills needed to be paid. For their birthday, their soulmate, Geralt, had bought tickets for a backstage tour of the globe, and Jaskier had been in nerd heaven the entire time. Alas, come Monday, they were back in the office, suffering the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.
But not today! No, Jaskier was free for a whole four days and by some miracle their soulmate had time off too! Unlike Jaskier’s office, Geralt’s office was open during the weekends, and he tended to work later into the evenings. So, the time the two of them got to spend together was limited, but now they had four whole days.
It was going to be heavenly.
Jaskier lifted up the blanket as Geralt came back into the living room with a large bowl of popcorn in their hands. He settled down next to Jaskier, and picked up the remote to hit play. They were watching one of Geralt’s favourite detective shows that Jaskier was maybe a little bit addicted to after only a couple of episodes. They were already singing along to the theme tune and tapping their fingers against Geralt’s thigh before grabbing a handful of popcorn.
They snuggled closer against their soulmate’s chest, tracing the soft yellow tattoo on Geralt’s wrist, a wolf surrounded by buttercups. Geralt hummed, her fingers dancing over Jaskier’s waist where their matching tattoo was hidden beneath the folds of Geralt’s hoodie.
As a child, Jaskier had lamented that they only had a platonic soulmate, surrounded as they were by tales of romance and burning passionate loves that shone brighter than the sun. They’d even coloured in their tattoo in a red felt tip pen whenever they had P.E, ashamed of the yellow mark on their skin.
Meeting Geralt had changed everything. Jaskier was more than content with the love that existed between them, and they couldn’t imagine any romantic partner could ever mean more to them than Geralt. Although it was amusing whenever their friends just assumed they were dating, unable to comprehend the depth of their relationship.
It didn’t matter, Geralt and Jaskier knew the truth. That was what was important.
Jaskier smiled to themself, pressing their face against Geralt’s chest, a happy sigh escaping their lips.
“You’re not watching,” Geralt hummed.
“Shawn just faked a vision and Zazu didn’t believe him,” Jaskier mumbled, without looking up at the screen.
Geralt sighed, his fingers lacing with Jaskier’s. “His name is Lassiter.”
“That’s what I said.”
“You’re a mess.”
“I’m your mess,” Jaskier reminded them, poking the wolf on Geralt’s wrist. “My husband/wife/spouse.”
“We’re not married,” their soulmate grumbled, pulling Jaskier closer against her chest and tucking the blanket around their legs.
Jaskier huffed, “Close enough, my love.”
“Just watch the show, Jaskier.”
“Whatever you say, dearest,” they replied, already dozing off in their soulmate’s arms. “I love you the mostest.”
Geralt chuckled, squeezing Jaskier’s hand. “I love you the mostest too.”