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HENRY CAVILL as GERALT OF RIVIA Netflix’s The Witcher ‧ Family

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HENRY CAVILL as GERALT OF RIVIA

Netflix’s The Witcher ‧ Shaerrawedd

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every time I see this mf I think it’s Jaskier

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Hi! So nice you are doing the touching thing again! 17 for geralt/jaskier if you feel like it!

Touch Prompts - 17. Holding the other's chin up

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The Witcher Covers for French Bragelonne Editions by Maéna Paillet

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Joey Batey as Jaskier | The Witcher (2019-)

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#jaskier valuing and worrying about geralt (x)

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Master Dandelion was singing. The witcher who came with him drew his sword and clinked it on his lap as if it were an instrument. The iron sword and the silk strings played together, blending joyfully into the song.

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"You're losing blood" no I know exactly where it is. The floor. Don't ever underestimate me.

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"Would you care for a little tone for the journey, Master Witcher?"

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you be my fire and I’ll be your gasoline, Ch.14

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The room upstairs is the same one that they always stay in when they sleep here, and as the door shuts behind them, Jaskier breathes with his full chest, welcoming the comforting familiarity of it. It’s been a long time since he’s stayed in a place that felt, to any degree at all, his. 

It’s only an hour or so after midnight, but the tiredness wraps itself around Jaskier like a cloak, and as his gaze falls on the wide canopied bed, a little disheveled from Coën having already slept in it, he can’t think of anything other than how good it will be to finally crawl under the covers and not be worried about the cold or the rain that’s started once again behind the windows. 

Coën, like he often does, seemingly reads his mind, as he brushes past Jaskier, lips lingering on the bard’s shoulder for a moment, and heads for the bed, clearly sharing Jaskier’s plans of curling up in its comfortable warmth as soon as possible. He doesn’t look tired, not even slightly, but Jaskier knows that he is, and that tiredness is something that the witcher can never truly shake off, though he’d learned, at a very young age, to simply ignore it, pushing forward constantly because he had to, because he could not allow himself to stop.

But tonight, perhaps, they’ll both finally get the sleep that they desperately need.

Even with the door closed, Jaskier can hear music from downstairs, the rhythmic sound of dancing feet, and somewhere closer, perhaps a few doors down, the theatrical, slightly exaggerated moans of one of the courtesans. It’s all sounds that he’s used to, of course, but Geralt’s words from earlier make him wonder. 

“How do you sleep here?” he asks, turning to Coën. “With your witcher hearing and all.”

Coën shrugs, undoing the ties of his shirt completely before pulling it off over his head. Then, to unlace his boots, he sits down on the bed, hooking one leg over the other. 

“Between travelling across all the different courts of the Continent and living in one, I suppose I’m just used to it,” he says. “Though, not going to lie, when I’m somewhere out on the Path, away from it all for a moment, and the only sounds around me are night insects, I do sleep better. But, well, we all have to make our sacrifices.”

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Day 13 It's just a pebble: Avalanche / Stuck in the mountains / “Well, this wasn't how I thought the hiking trip would go.”

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I went back to finish The Witcher 3 after years of avoiding it. I regret nothing

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you be my fire and I’ll be your gasoline, Ch.13

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The road to Oxenfurt takes them only a little over two days despite the rains that force them to stop for the night earlier than usual and in the morning, ride out later.

Jaskier is excited, impatient to finally see Coën after all these months, and Geralt indulges him when the bard urges them to ride faster, covering more ground in one day than they normally would. As a matter of fact, the witcher also seems excited to meet the other Wolf, and he even explains it to Jaskier as finally being able to compare him to the Coën that he knows, seeing that they are completely different, if Jaskier’s descriptions are anything to go by. Jaskier isn’t sure if that’s the whole truth of it, but he doesn’t push, taking instead what he is offered. 

Geralt asks questions, perhaps comparing Jaskier’s answers to what he knows about the other Coën, and the bard gladly tells him all about their travels and hunts, all about Coën’s presence in his life. He barely ever has the chance to talk about him, and now, he revels in the opportunity. Coën is, after all, one of the most important people in his life. 

It’s when they’re already nearing the Novigrad Gates, the lights of the city flickering into view, when Jaskier finally asks a question of his own, a question he’d been carrying with him since the moment he read the short letter. 

“You know I’m going to sleep with him, don’t you?”

He half expects jealousy, some sort of rebuffal, and his shoulders tense, as if squaring up for a fight though Jaskier comes it won’t ever come to that. Geralt, to his surprise and relief, only hums in acknowledgement, looking around him with much more interest than he’s paying Jaskier’s words. 

“That’s only fair,” he says. “After all, it’s I that got in the middle of your relationship, not the other way around.”

And that’s… well, that’s the best answer Jaskier could’ve hoped for. Because Geralt is right, Jaskier’s relationship with Coën began years before theirs, and if anyone had the right to feel territorial, it was Coën. He wouldn’t be, however. 

They pass the gates just as the sun fully sets, and ride by the Academy, its endless little windows lit by candles and — in the bigger rooms, — hearths, students and professors alike deeply invested in their studies. If Jaskier was travelling alone, he’d stay there, a room always waiting for him. As it is, though, he’s not exactly sure what their lodgings situation will be, seeing he’ll be staying with Coën, and Geralt, obviously, won’t. 

Another matter was that if in Denesle Jaskier was only slightly worried about someone recognising — or, even worse, not recognising — Geralt and asking questions, here it was a very real possibility. People knew Geralt — the other Geralt, — the witcher wasn’t a rare visitor in Oxenfurt, and much more people knew Jaskier, knew who he travelled with. Every minute spent in the city was a risk, but even before Coën, they agreed to visit and stay for a couple of days. Geralt needed to find a mage, and Jaskier needed to find answers. It was a risk justified. 

“Keep your hood up,” Jaskier says to Geralt as the witcher keeps looking around, and pulls his own tighter. Then, after a moment: “Is the city any different? You keep looking around like you’ve never seen it.”

Geralt meets his gaze and shakes his head, eyes glowing softly under the hood of his cloak. 

“It’s actually exactly the same as I remember it,” he says, a hint of astonishment in his voice. “It’s very comforting, in a way. I suppose I miss home more than I realised.”

Jaskier smiles, to himself. Being in a different realm, decades behind your own, can’t be easy, when he thinks of it, and if Oxenfurt, his favourite place in the world, brings Geralt even a little comfort, he’s happy. Maybe, they’ll stay here a little longer than a few days. 

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( ´･･)ﾉ(._.`) we didn’t see it but I know in my heart that Jaskier and Yennefer hugged in brokilon

[ID: Jaskier and Yennefer embrace in Brokilon. End ID]