#Geralt is Touchstarved

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 90

Jaskier accidentally ingests a love potion, and becomes obsessed with Geralt. He sings him songs, reads him poetry, hugs him and compliments him and blows him kisses. ... Okay so he's acting as he always does. But he desires more touch and affection from Geralt, and who is Geralt to deny his enchanted friend? But Geralt eventually has to leave for a hunt, and Lovepotioned up Jaskier would be in terrible danger if he came with, so Geralt commands he stay back at the inn. He comes back to an absolutely inconsolable bard who keeps asking Geralt what he did wrong, and how he can better for Geralt to love him again. Geralt awkwardly tries to talk his friend through it, before giving up on talking and just giving Jaskier a quick chaste kiss. Jaskier stops blubbering and immediately is overjoyed, enjoying Geralt snuggles the rest of the night. Jaskier sleeps in a bit the next morning, but Geralt wakes him up with a kiss to his forehead and a tender hug. For the rest of the day, Jaskier looks more surprised with every touch or sentence Geralt gives him, which is a tad odd, as the first day of the potion, Jaskier seemed only happy and relieved when Geralt gave him love. Now, Jaskier seems shocked by Geralt's audacity, though still very happy about it. Geralt finally reaches Yennefer, who Jaskier did not know they were on their way to visit. Geralt asks for Yennefer to lift the love potion's curse from Jaskier, only for her to explain it's not there. It was clearly one that wore off in a day. That mean this entire day Jaskier wasn't enchanted but he and Geralt kept acting like it. Jaskier profusely apologizes, already in tears, and confesses he just liked Geralt giving him affection, touch, and praise. Geralt pays Yennefer for her time wasted and scoops up his bard to head back to an inn so they can calm down. Geralt is embarrassed, but not angry, per se. He tells Jaskier this, and gives him a kiss on the forehead. "All you had to do was ask, Bard." "I promise it was real at first!" "I know, Jask." "But you kissed me and held me and-" "I know, Jask." "I'm sorry." "It's forgiven, bard. We don't have to stop." That night, both bard and witcher fell asleep, wrapped around each other, both's lips bruised from kissing.

[pherryt]

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

tagged by @echo-bleu

Look, there’s too many fics here and this doesn’t count everything. I have a number of fic ideas i’ve DEFINITELY abandoned as well, but while i might not be making progress on all of these, nothing has been definitively abandoned yet.

Each one of the ones listed either is really new, or has a decent amount of note/story written down.

Priority fics (Because of online/owed status)

Second Chances (on going Witcher Series)

Broken Graffiti (Witcher Wip)

Baby Steps Part 3 (on going SPN series - last story)

Hit the Spot (on going Marvel wip)

Her Boys (on going marvel series - last story)

Vex MTH Supernatural WinterWidowHawk

Phils Kids (on going marvel series)

Route 66 (on going SPN series) *cries over this one* (I just want to finish it)

Other that I'm currently really into writing right now:

Lost Boys (Crossover Insanity - One Piece, Ranma and more)

Incubus Jaskier witchersexual (Witcher)

Eskel and Chopper (One Piece/Witcher)

Forgotten song sequel stuff (Witcher on going series)

old guard/supernatural

Other started fics i hope to finish:

Fawn and Dag meet a Witcher (Sharing Knife/Witcher)

Witcher/Others

geralt meets the wolfriders (Witcher/elfquest)

spn witcher

witcher Bucky avengers

Fics I WANT to do, but feel too big:

Tale of Two Bartons (Marvel)

Saving Benny (Supernatural)

Trans!Dean (Supernatural)

Random stuff I may or may not do:

Ace still dies (One PIece)

Yellow index Cards (Supernatural)

A Wolf's Heart (Witcher - Wolfblood Au)

Witcher snippet ideas

One Piece snippets to sort

Skif and Wintermoon (Valdemar)

Sold my Soul (Witcher)

The Continents Soap Opera (Witcher)

Touchstarved Sanji (one Piece)

low self esteem (One Piece)

Trans!thor

Honorable Mention (It’s only in my head right now so there’s no actual title but also fits in the feels too big category):

Earth Children canon divergent where Ayla stays with the Mamutoi

Look at this list and tell me i should be tagging people. No. I won’t. If you SEE this, consider yourself tagged  - as long as you want to be (and then tag me so i can see you responded :D )

[liznt]

~writin’tober day 5 - it’s touchstarvation time ~~~

Witchers are made and taught to perceive and control all the physiological needs of their bodies. They need air, water, food and sleep in approximately that order. The mutant body does not need to be touched.

Three years ago he had gone two days without water whilst tracking an unidentified venomous beast along the outskirts of the Korath desert. The first gasps of water after the kill had felt like-

Two days ago Jaskier had clapped him on the back announcing his need to piss and as he had stood to leave his fingers had slipped from leather onto skin, ghosting over the back of Geralt’s neck. It had felt like-

The mutant body does not need to be touched.

The Witcher touches people to hurt them. Very occasionally to protect them from hurt. (Renfri had touched him to ask for protection.) Jennefer touches him when she wants sex. Jaskier touches him to- Jaskier's touches do not have a clear pattern. Sometimes he touches to convince Geralt. Sometimes as a side effect of alcohol. Sometimes to impress others. Sometimes fear. Sometimes excitement.  Jaskier touches Geralt when he wants to. Because. He wants to. He wants Jaskier to touch him.

[all excerpts]

[paradisecost]

Geralt is asking for smooches and I know one royal willing to provide. In fact, the next time she “pins” him (she won’t admit he let her win) she does just that.

Geralt has grave doubts that this is permissible, even if she’s the one instigating it. Royal politics are always so stifling.

But he doesn’t protest in the slightest: she presses a quick kiss to his mouth and he lifts his head a little to chase after her, huffing when he can’t manage it.

“Hey. Not fair.”

[crystalmanner]

Mood

Me:

[weekendwritingmarathon]

This weekly roundup includes fics written (at least in part) during the 1k1h sprints and/or the Weekend Writing Marathon events.

Fics are ordered first by fandom, then by word count from smallest to largest.

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The Touch of You (Keeps Me Sane) by @pherryt

Marvel || winterhawk (clint barton/bucky barnes) || Mature || No major warnings apply || 8,801 words || Complete

Summary: Clint and Bucky are laying low, playing house and pretending to be together while the Avengers are off dealing with other things. If only they weren't pretending.

Other tags: Angst, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, tub sharing, tub sex, Mild Smut, Confessions, Pining, Mutual Pining, Temporary Blindness, deaf!Clint, sick!Clint, Fake Relationship, Laying low, worried Bucky, Domestic, implied bad pasts, Canon Divergent, touch as comfort, touchstarved, brief misunderstanding, Minor Steve Rogers, Minor Loki

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Not Your Guardian Angel (chapter 30) by @tryslora

Original Fiction (Welcome to PHU) || M/F/F (Shane/Pels/Jess) || Teen & up || Author chooses not to give major warnings || 3,368 / 111,143 words || WIP

Summary: Pels goes to Pawel for help, and finally manages to get some useful answers. Which of course means, there are more questions.

Other tags: Magic, College, Guardian Angel, Ghosts, Soulmarks

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Not Your Guardian Angel (chapter 31) by @tryslora

As Above || 3,817 / 114,960 words || WIP

Summary: Tonight's supposed to be about TJ's final dance performance, but there's more than that going on.

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Get Knocked Down by treefrogie84

Supernatural || gen || General || No major warnings apply || 432 words || Complete

Summary: Just run. Always. Whatever parkour bullshit he has to do, just keep running.

Other tags: canon-typical major character death, video game mechanics

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...being alone by @fpwoper

Supernatural || Donna & Jody || Teen & up || No major warnings apply || 792 words || Complete

Summary: While Donna could usually cope with her own ups and downs pretty  easily, she’d noticed early on in the pandemic that this was more  difficult.

Other tags: being alone, Isolation, Loneliness, COVID-19, Depression, relatively happy ending

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First Dates by @fpwoper

Supernatural || Dean/Cas, Dean/Benny, Cas/Benny, Dean/Cas/Benny || Mature || No major warnings apply || 2,700 words || Complete

Summary: Five dates Cas, Dean, and Benny go on, and a sixth where they’re all together – and finally Dean confesses.

Other tags: Dates, Polyamory, soft, 5+1, Punk Castiel, Established Relationship,  Love Confessions, time jumps, Fluff, Therapy, coming to terms with  sexuality, proposal

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Retail Hell by @thayerkerbasy​

Supernatural || Balthazar/Crowley || Teen & up || No major warnings apply || 4,376 words || Complete

Summary: Every day felt the same, working in what was probably the quietest Walgreens in the universe. Until one day, someone arrived to show Crowley there was more to his job than he ever knew, and it was time to clock out.

Other tags: Post-Episode: s15e18 Despair, Fix-It, The Empty, Walmart, Walgreens, Pepsi, Innuendo, Afterlife

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Overwhelmed by @pherryt​

Witcher || gerasakier (geralt/jaskier) || General || No major warnings apply || 9,935 words || Complete

Summary: The dragon hunt is over and it didn’t end anywhere near how anybody could possibly have expected, but at least Jaskier’s still by his side even if Borch is giving Geralt cryptic warnings that make him scared to let Jaskier out of his sight. He’s just about to write Borch’s warnings off as a worried imagination when Jaskier starts behaving strangely.

Other tags: dragon hunt, rare species, fix it fic, but not really cause THAT never happened, canon divergent, implied past Yennefer/Geralt, overwhelmed, heightened senses, hurt/comfort, Kaer Morhen, creature!jaskier, angst, fluff, tubs, non verbal, sign language, sharing a bed, supportive brothers, pining, mutual pining, respecting boundaries, briefly non verbal, creative excuses, geralt is stumped, jaskier didn’t know, cryptic warnings,

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[august-anon]

Just Let Go

I asked which finished Witcher fic y’all wanted and y’all said touchstarved so here we are lol, hope y’all enjoy this one!! Now don’t let me back on this account to goof off until I finished what I need for my other one lol.

Fandom: The Witcher

Ship(s): could be romantic or platonic Geraskier your choice

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Geralt/Ler!Jaskier

Word Count: 1496 words

Summary: Geralt would never admit it out loud, but he quite enjoys the touches that Jaskier blesses him with. And then Jaskier figures out that he's sensitive to a different kind of touch.

[ao3 link]

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Geralt had a strange relationship with touch. As much as people liked to say that witchers had no emotions, he was at least aware of that much.

People didn’t exactly touch witchers with kindness. Really, they didn’t touch witchers at all, if they could help it, but on the rare occasion they did, it certainly wasn’t kind. Hell, he had to pay people to touch him, exchanging coin for sexual services in hopes to quell the ache under his skin, but it didn’t help. Their touch was hesitant, nervous, and the women and men often reeked of fear, even if their faces masked it well.

But Jaskier was different.

He never feared Geralt, even from the start. He gave out touch freely, like he didn’t even have to think about it, like Geralt was worthy of it. Jaskier looked at him and saw a person where everyone else saw a monster.

And, as much as Jaskier played oblivious and, frankly, idiotic, but Geralt knew the truth. He was smart, observant. And he had clearly picked up on Geralt’s reactions every time he would bump their shoulders together, nudge him in the ribs with an elbow, gently grab his arm.

Slowly, as if Geralt was a startled animal, Jaskier upped the ante of their touches. An arm over a shoulder. Holding hands as they walked, swinging them in tune with whatever song Jaskier was humming. Lingering hugs, eventually leading to longer-lingering embraces.

Which led to where they were today, tangled together in the bed of some ratty old inn, in only their trousers, shirts and jackets shucked across the room for maximum skin-to-skin contact. Jaskier’s hands were making firm sweeping motions across Geralt’s scarred back, and Geralt had his eyes closed to just enjoy the itch and ache under his skin fading away beneath Jaskier’s attention.

And then Jaskier started lightening his touch with every pass, until it was just fingertips dragging slowly across and around and up and down Geralt’s back. The calloused fingers bumped gently along scars and traced gently on unmarred skin, almost dancing up and down his spine.

And Geralt knew that feeling, that strange, tingly feeling blooming wherever Jaskier’s fingers travelled. It was a feeling that, frankly, he hadn’t felt since before the mutations back at the keep. Watching kids drop around you and barely surviving yourself put quite the damper on playful activities at Kaer Morhen. It startled him, feeling that ticklish drag after all these years, and he couldn’t help but squirm against Jaskier, though he deliberately tried not to squirm away.

Jaskier sat up slightly, eyeing Geralt with concern. “Are you alright, dear heart?” He murmured quietly, as if not wanting to break the relaxed atmosphere of the room.

“I -- it’s--” Geralt genuinely didn’t know what to say. 

Did he admit it tickled? If he did, Jaskier might stop. Laugh at him, the Big Strong Witcher with such a childish weakness. Did he then dismiss it and try his best not to squirm as Jaskier continued touching him and soothing the hunger in his skin? He should be able to do that, witchers were carefully trained to control their physical reactions, and he would be able to at any other time, but Jaskier had gotten him so relaxed he couldn’t even get back on that edge.

Geralt took too long to answer and Jaskier pulled his hands away. “Geralt?”

“It’s nothing,” Geralt decided on. “Come back.”

Jaskier raised an eyebrow, settling a hand lightly on Geralt’s arm. “Geralt, what’s wrong? Do your scars still bother you? Phantom pains?”

Geralt heaved a sigh and relented. “No-- well, sometimes, but that’s not it.” It was Jaskier, what was the worst that could happen? “It tickled.”

Jaskier paused. “It--it tickled? Geralt, you’re ticklish?”

Geralt scowled. “Nearly everyone is.”

Jaskier cocked his head to the side in thought. “I suppose that’s true, yes, but you just have this aura around you, darling. You don’t quite seem like the ticklish type. Not that this isn’t wonderful information to have,” Jaskier tacked on the last sentence with a playful grin.

Geralt ignored it and tugged lightly on Jaskier’s arm. “Come back.”

Jaskier flopped back down to the bed and wrapped himself up around Geralt again. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Geralt grumbled into his neck.

“What was that?” Jaskier asked quietly, though Geralt could hear the teasing smile in his voice.

“You would’ve stopped touching me.”

Jaskier cooed at him, fucking cooed, and resumed the ticklish touches on Geralt’s back, making him squirm again (but, once again, not away). Except this time, they became more purposeful. Dragging down Geralt’s back to wiggle at the base of his spine, scratching lightly between Geralt’s shoulder blades, tracing scars (which may have been the worst one, the raised skin far more sensitive than it should’ve been).

Geralt huffed little breaths against Jaskier’s neck, trying not to give into the bubbly feeling building in his chest. He knew what it was: giggles. And Geralt was a witcher, dammit, he was not going to giggle.

“That’s honestly fucking adorable, Geralt,” Jaskier spoke into his hair as he continued his minstrations. “I mean, it’s sad that you’re so touch starved after all these years of neglect and hate, but it’s utterly adorable that you won’t even pull away or tell me to stop tickling because you love being touched so much.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt growled, swallowing the giggles that wanted to follow the word out. “Shut up.”

Jaskier hummed teasingly. “And how are you going to make me, dear witcher?”

Geralt grumbled and surrendered to his fate. His back wasn’t too ticklish, anyway. He could hold in the giggles until Jaskier got bored. And the tingly touch certainly wasn’t unpleasant, not that he’d ever let Jaskier know he kind of enjoyed it.

But then Jaskier must’ve gotten bored with his lack of reaction, because his lithe fingers moved to Geralt’s sides and ribs, playing them like he would his lute. Geralt couldn’t stop the sharp intake of breath he made through his nose, and the huffs of breath he was letting out against Jaskier’s neck got a little shakier.

“Come, dear heart,” Jaskier whispered teasingly, keeping his touch light to match his words and the atmosphere. “Just laugh. Just a little, for me. It’s just us here, you don’t have to hold back. I mean, come on Geralt, it’s not like I’ve not heard you make other silly noises, did you know you snore? What’s a little laughter between best friends?”

And then Jaskier lingered on that sensitive top rib before slipping into Geralt’s underarms, exposed because of the way he was wrapped around Jaskier. Geralt couldn’t help it, then. He let out little humming giggles, still trying to somewhat muffle them, but he couldn’t hold them back any longer. Not with Jaskier wiggling his fingers maddeningly with that feather-light touch on all his sensitive spots.

Jaskier scooted down so Geralt could no longer hide his grinning face in his neck. He gave Geralt a quick, playful peck on the nose before scooting down even further to bury his face in Geralt’s neck.

He blew warm streams of air against Geralt’s neck and Geralt’s squirming became more pronounced as goosebumps prickled their way across his body. One of Jaskier’s hands stayed scritching away in Geralt’s armpit, while the other plucked down his body to trace and wiggle at his hip bone.

The warm streams of air turned to tickly kisses and nibbles. Geralt was letting out rolling giggles now, deep and rumbling up from his chest, losing the battle to even muffle them, now. He felt Jaskier grin against his neck, his lips moving to form words and even that tickled.

“Your laughter is so beautiful, Geralt. You really should do it more often.”

“Shut up, bard,” Geralt grit out around his giggles.

Jaskier continued his light tickles for a few minutes longer. Frankly, Geralt was thankful Jaskier had kept it light. He didn’t want to laugh and wake everyone in the rooms next to them, and he certainly didn’t want to ruin the soft, comfortable atmosphere he’d for once been allowing himself to enjoy.

Eventually Jaskier’s ticklish touches turned once more into firm, sweeping hands, meant to soothe and relax. Geralt swallowed the giggles and chuckles that still wanted to keep pouring out and breathed deeply, tucking his face into Jaskier’s hair.

“We are so doing that again, sometime.”

“Shut up and sleep, Jaskier.”

Jaskier looked up with a teasing grin and sent him a wink. “I didn’t hear a no.”

And Geralt continued to not say one. He simply closed his eyes and relaxed into Jaskier’s touch as much as he could, drifting off to the warm feeling of a body against his and to whatever tune Jaskier was humming under his breath.

[rrogueamendiares]

hi belle!!!!!! so, here's the thing: i started writing for that prompt you sent me a while ago (touchstarved geralt!) on a google doc called 'belle' explicitely because i was focused on writing that prompt, and well. my brain went in an entirely different direction so it is nowhere near touchstarved geralt, but i still wanted to dedicate that fic to you! i will work on your actual prompt whenever my brain chooses to!! thank you so much for sending it and being so patient ♥♥ (—julek)

Oh Sofi i really couldn't ask for more, i got to read the most tender and soft fic EVER and i loved it so much?? Geralt's "thank you for loving me" because he thinks he's hard to love literally ripped my heart apart... and then Jaskier saying loving you is the easiest thing... you always make me want have the same deep and reverent love that you write about. I absolutely love your characterization of Geralt and Jaskier, you manage to get it right even in scenes like these so far from canon and honestly i'm amazed. Your prose is so poetic and flows so well and i'm forever grateful that you decided to write something for my prompt (don't feel pressured to write something else for the actual prompt though!!)

Also guys do yourself a favour and go follow @julek (if you don't alerady) she's the sweetest and a wonderful writer and she deserves much love ♡♡

[dechart]

Unpopular opinion that isn't really an opinion as much as a headcanon: Geralt is 100% one grouchy touchstarved man. In Kaer Morhern, the witchers are all dudebros who always chestbump or dogpile eachother, but for the months they aren't there, Geralt is too stubborn to ask Jaskier for a damn hug every once in a while

i like to think eskel secretly loves getting hugs & papa vesemir likes giving em, so this fits into the narrative.

SEND ME YOUR UNPOPULAR OPINION

[gayregis]

geralt being touchstarved is. sad but important . thank you

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 71

The other witchers at Kaer Morhen have always grown tired of Geralt's random moodswings and bouts of gloom and grumpiness during the winter. He'd be happy and carefree, safe in his home, and then some dark thought would crest in his mind, and for a few days straight, he'd be in a horrible mood. When one year he brings his bard with him, they realize the moodswings have disappeared completely. That is, until Jaskier starts trying to "bond" with them all and spends less time with Geralt. Then all of a sudden the snarls and snaps from Geralt are back. One day, Lambert gets tired of Geralt's sass, and shoves Jaskier at him, and they're all amazed when Geralt loses his bad mood and instead chooses to carry his bard off to cuddle in front of the fireplace. Nuzzling him and purring the whole time. Thus commences a new rule of Kaer Morhen. If you spot Geralt being pissy, you chuck the bard at him. Jaskier has been taken away from a meal, a game of gwent, his chores, his bed while asleep, and one especially embarrassing time he was taken from a bath. Jaskier is quite alright with the new rule, as it always ends in deligthtful Geralt cuddles, but sometimes he wishes Geralt would just find Jaskier instead of moping when he misses him.

[rhabakoli]

Honestly, i think if you went so long without proper touch, you'd be touchstarved, but also soooo sensitive to it? Like, can't handle much at once, for long times, bc it is just overwhelming?

And geralt just, he wants. So much. So. Bad. And he can't bc she'd be hurt and he doesn't want her hurt he just wamts her better and well and happy

But imagine the first hug the princess has ever received is from Geralt right after he broke the curse and all she does is sob and sob and they stay there hugging for minutes on end ....🥺🥺

Omg and he would just hold her tight as long as it took 😱😱😍😍😍 I feel like she definitely wouldn't want to pull back! ❤❤❤

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 141

Many would assume the flirtatious and caring bard to be the most touchstarved of the duo, but they would be wrong. Very very wrong. It was Geralt that sought out Jaskier's personal space like it was an all-curing ambrosia. Day and night, In town or in the woods, warm weather or the late autumn, Geralt would touch him. Always, always touching him. Don't get him wrong! Jaskier loves being groped all day by his rather attractive witcher friend, but it wasn't always the most convenient trait for his witcher to have.

*Growls* "Geralt, please, it's the waitress! She's taking our order."

Geralt clings to Jaskier's arms, plays with his hair, sniffs at his neck. He guides Jaskier with a hand on the shoulder, or an arm around his waist, or one time, - flustering Jaskier greatly - a hand on his hip. When Geralt is worried for him, he grips his arm, shields him with his body, or roams his hands over Jaskier's body, searching for injuries. Geralt is ever-present in Jaskier's personal space. It's just become a thing with them. Even in times of stress, danger, adrenaline. Geralt is fighting a manticore one day, and Jaskier is - admittedly, quite foolishly - in plain view. It wasn't on purpose! He's not an idiot! STOP JUDGING HIM! The beast goes to charge straight for him, and Geralt grabs his arm and whips him to the side, just in time to save him from the beast who then careens off a cliff. Jaskier pants, and feels the familiar weight of Geralt's hands. Geralt is snarling at him, shouting at him, and Jaskier tries very hard to understand, truly, he does, but it's hard. "Damn it, Jaskier, answer me!" Oh! REALLY should be listening now! "Hm?" "Are you hurt? Are you in pain?" "No, no, you- You saved me." Like always. Jaskier stares at his hero. His witcher. His Geralt. His love. For Jaskier does love Geralt. More than anything. And Jaskier seems to realize this fact more and more every day. With every move Geralt makes, with every word he says, with every little touch and caress. He thinks more on this fact later that night around the campfire. Geralt asks him to pass him a waterskin, but when Jaskier reaches to grab it, he hisses in pain. He rolls up his sleeve and sees a bruise in the shape of Geralt's hand on his arm. Right. From when he was saved. "I'm going to find some dinner." Geralt suddenly announces, standing abruptly and already shuffling away. "Wh- But Geralt, what about the watersk-" "I don't need it." He disappears into the bushes and trees, and Jaskier furrows his brow. He was sure they still had some food in their packs, why was Geralt so insistent on leaving? Curious... Even more curious, is in the following days, Geralt is avoiding him. From an outsiders perspective, nothing would appear wrong. But Geralt hasn't touched him once. No embraces, or odd sudden bouts of smelling Jaskier's hair, or holding his hand... He hasn't even stood closer than a meter to him. Jaskier worries to no end. What must he have done? What's changed? Why won't Geralt touch him? It's not until he's bathing one evening and he glances to the still-healing bruise that it clicks. Geralt feels guilty. The damned bleeding-heart is so convinced he's a monster that even a mark that shows protection shows only it's ugliest form to him. When Jaskier sees the bruise on his arm, he remembers Geralt saving him, he remembers the relief, he remembers feeling alive. Geralt only sees a bruise. Something of hurt. Caused by Geralt. Jaskier is so simultaneously horrified and infuriated that he slams open the door of the joined bathroom and marches into main area of the room they'd rented for the night. Still nude. Still dripping. Geralt, sat on the bed, midway through taking off his boots, was certainly shocked.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 105

Jaskier has come to realize that Geralt sleeps better when touching Jaskier in some way. He supposes Geralt was always more well-rested when they shared beds, but he thought that was from the bed, not the proximity said beds usually forced them into. Jaskier gets hurt during a hunt, and falls asleep curled around Geralt and vice versa. Slowly, over the span of a few days, Geralt goes from full-blown cuddling him, to just resting his hand on top of his, now a foot or so away so it's all that touches. Jaskier was actually starting to quite like all the affection, and he knows Geralt feels better when he knows Jaskier is safe... So Jaskier fibs one night and says he sleeps better when Geralt is right there, protecting him. Well, alright, it's not exactly a lie, he does feel safer and he does sleep better, but the fib is that they'll be doing it for Jaskier's comfort and wellbeing, and not Geralt's. Now whenever he can sense Geralt is twitchy with potions, or when Jaskier had a close call in a fight, he makes a big song and dance over feeling rattled and needing Geralt's touch in order to sleep, when in reality, he's doing it so he can reassure his witcher that he is alive and whole, safe in his arms.

[august-anon]

Alright I’m gonna post some of Pineapple’s fics that she’s emailed me and then tomorrow a Witcher fic 

(Witcher fans, vote: both are lee geralt, one is kinda touchstarved focused, the other is focusing on the spot of like ears/neck, which one y’all want tomorrow lol)

But other than that until I finish a chapter for my other blog and at least 5 more chapters outlined for my big bang, I am banned from being here until Monday where I post a fic and then ban myself again if I haven’t finished what I need lol

[august-anon]

I vote touchstarved please!

Everyone seems to want touchstarved lee geralt so that is what you all will get!! I’ll post it now and then vanish until Monday lol