#absolutely in love w jaskier's new look

[gjdraws]

geralt and family of geralt

[alinaastarkov]

2022 End of Year Gifmaker/Creator Tag Game

Cut this into what works for you. Want to do only one instead of five? Do it. Tag 2 people? Do it. But there are a couple of rules:

RULE 1: Review your creations over 2022. Tag some gifmakers/creators, friends and strangers to get them to do the same.

RULE 2: Link to the content, commentary optional.

5 (or more!) creations from others that made you smash the reblog button hard, closely followed by your ‘insp’ tag or ‘fave tag’. Link to sets that started conversations, outstanding composition, coloring, etc.

4 creations of which you’re proud. These are goals you scored. Nothing to do with notes.

3 creations others loved. Include the one that got most notes, great comments, or the classic ‘how dare you!’

2 creations that stretched you as a creator: style, coloring, blending, text, etc. include the one that should have got more notes.

1 creation of yours that you find most aesthetically pleasing to the eye and self AND 1 creation that broke and (maybe remade you) as a creator – we all have that one.

0 the creation that never was because nothing was working that day.

i was tagged by @yenvengerberg​ thank you lovely!! it’s so fun to reflect on the year like this :)

tagging anyone i tagged throughout this and anyone who would like to do it!

(placing under the cut because i tend to go on a bit)

5 (or more) creations that made you smash the reblog button:

there are so many incredible creations (and creators!) who have blown me away this year. unfortunately my brain is a sieve so this will probably be only five but if i’ve left any nice tags on a set just know i thought it was absolutely beautiful!!

i have to start with becca @yenvengerberg​ who (and i don’t know how she does it) has managed to take my breath away and up her game every single time. i truly have no words for the creativity and skill she possesses and i would link every set of hers here if i could. for now though i will mention this jaskier: a bard’s tale set because it has been months and i have no stopped thinking about it. the stunning purple, the number of ways she can make a torn paper effect unique, and just the incredible creativity and composition in making it a cd set?? ingenious.

avia @lamberts​​​ never fails to stun me with her witcher gifsets, the mastery of colours and blending to emotionally destroy us every time blows me away. i fall in love with geraskier as a ship more every time she posts and i think this geraskier + the amazing devil set truly stood out. the blending of purple and orange is striking yet soft, i could honestly stare at it for hours. making something so gorgeous look effortless is such a talent.

jagoda, my talented hoe @ughmerlin​, has been so on top of her game this whole year it is auch a struggle to pick only one. there are so many amazing sets showcasing her creativity and talent that it’s almost impossible to pick one favourite. but this merthur + bigger than the whole sky is honestly so incredible it blew me away seeing it. the orange is so soft, combined with the b&w and the myriad of text effects and overlays you used, honestly made me tear up seeing it. the cassette tapes were genius and i can’t wait to see them become the new thing™️

maria, my merthur genius @arthurpendragonns​, has again blown me away with the talent and creativity this year, i have not been able to rest!! but this 10th merlin anniversary set was such a massive expression of your creativity and genius. the red to orange gradient combo is YOURS and you made it your bitch once again. everything about this stunned me, how you achieved the effects with the wings and the skull and the transitions between each gif??? you’re a master!!

elsbeth, my talented wife @laylakeating​ you never cease to stun me every time i see a set of yours and this weyler + haunted set is so exception. you know how much i love purple and you always deliver, i know how much effort you put into the frame by frame colouring and it shows!! how you made every lyric match every scene and blend them all so flawlessly! you’re an inspiration to us all

4 creations of which you’re proud:

i just did my list of my favourite creations for every month so i will link some sets that didn’t make that list (again mostly sourceblog ones)

these two becoming elizabeth sets (one & two) were fun for me to do after a bit of a break to get back into colouring and blending. there was no pressure cause it’s a smaller fandom, and finally having a show for my historical otp was super nice and making angsty sets is my love language <3

this arya stark + identities one was a real stretch of how much i could colour consistently over multiple shows because i think (and i did count lmao) i used around 13 fancasts/movies/shows to make it and was one of the sets that took me the longest just with the composition

this arya stark and jon snow set, though i know it could be better, was my first real try at the glitch effect. i still need to improve on it but i’m still pretty proud of it for my first attempt, plus their relationship in the books is my favourite so any excuse to gif it is gonna be a fave for me. arya month as a whole was great for stretching me and getting me to think outside the box

3 creations others loved: 

i think i mentioned most of them in my creations per month post, but i have noticed that after the show my rhaenyra in every episode sets seem to keep picking up more notes which is lovely to see!! this is a series i need to finish next year :)

2 creations that stretched you as a creator: 

i do this to myself all the time lmao, and is probably the reason i post so inconsistently. i’m copping out a bit i know but everything i made for jon snow appreciation month and arya appreciation month this year pushed me as a creator and made me think, especially as i was using multiple shows/films to fancast with and keep consistent. overall appreciation months are so fun and allow some flexibility with posting that weeks don’t which makes them excellent for creators imo

1 creation that broke you:

sadly the creations that broke me are the ones that i have yet to perfect and post :/ one day tho hopefully... soon :)

0 creation that never was:

i have... SO many of these lmao. probably dozens of sets in the drafts and half finished (a yennefer set that has been sat there for maybe a year and a half?? comes to mind) and it is my goal this next year to clear them all out (we’ll see how that goes lol). if i had to pick tho i have this shadow and bone + greek gods set (very much inspired by @ughmerlin​’s stunning zodiacs set) that has/is taking me forever to perfect and hopefully (maybe) with s2 it can see the light of day

[teresa-of-ficwill]

Dead End Journey (or not?) - The Witcher

Summary:

When you fall in love with the witcher, things are never going on easy. Jaskier knew it. But what if you fell in love with two witchers? And also met a really gorgeous woman, who you can't get out of your head? It gets even more complicated.

However, maybe… Jaskier even likes all this a little bit. Or not a little? Anyway, time will tell.

CHAPTER 1

Jaskier was sure that something had gone wrong. Completely wrong. He had never imagined hanging around with a broken heart but there he was. Shattered to pieces. Rejected by his only one.

Actually, Geralt wasn’t his only one in common understanding. Jaskier slept with so many people he could not even count. Men, women… to him that didn’t matter. He was attractive, funny, and good at sex – people loved him for that. But everyone has to stop somewhere. And Jaskier thought he was ready to stop if Geralt was by his side. As a witcher, as a friend… and as a lover.

But his beloved man had always chosen another one. Yennefer. It was really predictable, to be honest, but Jaskier didn’t want to see it. Didn’t want to believe. Yen… she is a bitch. But she is really attractive, hot and good-looking bitch. She treated Geralt like shit and he fell for that. Oh, what a shame. But, maybe, Geralt didn’t want to be loved. Maybe he just wanted to be controlled.

Jaskier was not sure but he actually didn’t want to figure it out. He just wanted to forget but it seemed impossible. So, he decided to just get drunk till he forgets his own name. Really good idea.

This woman… she was beautiful. Blond hair, nice smile, and drunk green eyes – absolutely his type. She wanted him. She really did. So, he let her hit on like he always does. Good sex can never cause a threat, you know.

She treated him well. Jaskier didn’t know why he noticed that but he did. She was gentle and slow, getting sure they both would have their part of pleasure. Usually, Jaskier is in charge in his one-night stands but this time he gave her a chance to take control.

“You didn’t ask my name,” she said, suddenly letting his cock out of her mouth.

“W-what?”

“You didn’t ask my name,” she repeated.

“Oh… I’m… I’m sorry I…”

“Don’t be, dear. I didn’t ask your name either. My name is Jane.”

“Jaskier,” he said after a few seconds, a little bit confused.

“Nice to meet you, Jaskier,” she smiled playfully and continued sucking his dick.

The bard felt confused just for the next few seconds but pleasure made him forget about that pretty fast. It’s not too strange to ask the name of a man whose dick you are sucking at this moment, is it? Everyone did it at least once, right?

Then Jane decided to ride him. He wasn’t against it. She felt… good. Like any pretty woman. She knew exactly what she was doing, and it was really attractive. Sometimes Jaskier loves not to be in charge and just take pleasure given to him by someone else. It was a good way to forget. Not to think about Geralt and Yennefer. And – for god’s sake – not to think about Yen riding Geralt’s cock just like Jane rides his.

The picture went through his mind really fast and it was so disgusting Jaskier almost lost all his sexual arousal. But suddenly Jane kissed him. Gently but with passion. She didn’t kiss him before, they were just having sex, so it was all of a sudden but he liked it.

So Jaskier closed his eyes and imagined Geralt kissing him like that. Kissing while riding his dick. Geralt’s moans with his deep voice… the bard is sure that would sound amazing. Unbelievably perfect. Right.

Picture which went through his mind this time was so bright, so wanted, and inaccessible that it made Jaskier cum really hard. It was literally one of the best orgasms he has ever got. With close eyes, dreaming about impossible… the bard suddenly felt so miserable he felt himself about to cry. Fortunately, he managed to get a grip before he opened his eyes.

Jane smiled, fixed her hair, and got off him.

“Was it… fine?” Jaskier asked when she lied down by his side. He got so distracted with his dreams so he felt unsure if she got her orgasm.

“It was… quite good actually,” she took a cigarette from the bedside table and lit it with a match. “You gave me a chance to be in charge and I highly appreciate it. Most of the men are too afraid of the idea of being dominated. Ugh… boring people.”

“Yeah,” the bard smiled. “They’re just too afraid of losing control.”

“Like everyone, dear.”

They sat in silence for a while.

“So…”, started Jane, while lighting another cigarette, “It’s time to get to know each other better. It should be easier as we had sex already.”

“Is it really necessary?” Jaskier asked.

“Oh, you don’t want to?”

“No! No, I mean… you don’t have to do it just because we had sex. Quite good sex, actually, but it’s not the point. It’s not your duty.”

“Of course, it’s not,” Jane smiled and put a cigarette to her lips, taking a deep breath. “I never do anything I have to. Just the things I want,” she exhaled. “So, can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“How comes such a pretty boy has such a bad taste in women?” Jane asked, making the bard choke on air.

“What do you mean?”

“Exactly what I have said.”

“Wait, I just… don’t understand. I've slept with you and now you're saying I have a bad taste in women?” asked Jaskier feeling confused.

“Yes. Yes, I do” Jane smiled. “You had known me for like two seconds and, when I proposed you sex, you agreed immediately”.

“But you are beautiful! Why should I have said «no»?”

The woman shook her head.

“It's not only about me, you silly bard. It's about every woman you have ever been with. I've heard about it pretty much. Rumors...” she pressed the end of a cigarette to her lips then exhaled. “They spread. Faster than you think.”

“So, you have known who I am when bumped into me in a tavern?”

“Not really. I was aware you look like this famous bard and you have a lute but I didn’t know for sure” Jane shrugged her shoulders. “Not before you said your name. But let’s return to the question I asked.”

“I don’t know what to answer. And what’s so bad about rumors? They make me popular among women... and men”, Jaskier smiled awkwardly. Actually, he didn't want to share his sexuality with his one-night-stand but it seems like he'd already done that.

“Do you think it's for good?”

“Sorry?”

“Being widely known as a good lover, not a good poet”, Jane explained. “Is this what you want? To be just another man who was quite good in bed and that's all?”

“Are you trying to insult me?”

“I'm trying to understand. And somehow prove you have a bad taste in women”, Jane chuckled.

“I do NOT have a bad taste in women. Stop repeating that!” Jaskier exclaimed.

“But it's true. You sleep with every woman who appears on your way. Old or young, virgin or whore... to you it doesn't matter, does it?”

“I think it... doesn't”.

“You are choosing everyone. It's not good taste, I swear".

“What's it then?”

“You should ask yourself, not me. But it seems like it's just... loneliness”.

“Loneliness?” Jaskier asked.

“Yes,” Jane smiled kindly. “It's just loneliness which leads us in beds of strangers. We have sex and then we move on without even remembering their names. We break so many beautiful hearts of people who don't deserve it because ours have already been broken”.

She put the cigarette out and then threw it on the floor.

“We are living in a fucking nightmare”, added Jane quietly. “And destroy every person we touch”.

They both kept quiet for a while. The woman took a new cigarette from the box, stood up, and walked to the fire, giving Jaskier a great view of her naked body. She was beautiful and he couldn't deny it. But also, she was smart.

The bard didn't like to admit it but he always was somehow afraid of smart people. They analyze him. They look deeply into his soul without any permission and reveal secrets he didn't think he had.

“If we have this kind of conversation anyway,” said Jane, forcing Jaskier to look at her again. “Tell me... is there someone who you secretly in love with? Oh... and don't look at me like that, dear. I just wanna understand how many things we have in common”.

“No”, answered the bard immediately.

Jane smiled. “You're terrible liar, Jaskier. At least now.”

“Oh, well... there is someone.”

“Someone who broke your heart but you still love him with all the pieces, I guess”, the woman lighted her cigarette.

“How did you know it's him?”

“I didn't. It was just a guess and you proved it", Jane pressed the end of a cigarette to her lips. “So what is his name?”

“Geralt of Rivia.”

“Is it that man you always sing about? Everyone knows him as a White Wolf or something like that,” the woman asked, slowly returning to bed.

“Yes’.

“Oh, I'm sorry’.

“Why?”

“Because I know this kind of men. They are brave and lovely and beautiful... and absolutely insensitive when it comes to the affairs of the heart. He could accidentally break your heart and still don't know he did it.”

“Are you saying that Geralt doesn't have feelings?” Jaskier chuckled. “It's just a stupid myth about the witchers”.

“No, you didn't get it. I say that Geralt... ugh, I didn't think it would be so hard to talk about,” Jane looked at the bard before she sat at the corner of the bed. “I say that witchers are bad when it comes to feelings. They don't know how to love. They are not emotionless, they are just... inexperienced. I'm not sure it's the right word but still. They don't want to cause hurt. But they make mistakes and break our hearts just because they don't know how to do it right. And it is... the saddest thing I have ever understood.”

“Some witcher also broke your heart, didn't he?”

“Yes. And I thought I was fine until I've found myself hanging around and sleeping with strangers”.

“So, you think there is no chance I will be happy with Geralt?” Jaskier asked and it seemed like a very important question to him.

“Depends on you”.

“How so?”

“If you are ready to teach him how to love and let him break your heart again and again and again with his somehow stupid mistakes... well, maybe you'll have a happily ever after. I don't know.”

“You don't seem happy.”

“I didn't try. I’ve failed before I even started. But you can succeed.”

“You think so?”

Jane smiled kindly. “I'm sure you can. It's about patience... and love probably, but... you won't succeed if you aren't patient enough.”

“Are you still in love?” asked Jaskier after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“Huh?”

“Are you still in love with your witcher?”

The woman smiled again but there was a pain behind her smile. “I wanna say I'm not but that would be a lie.”

“What's his name? Maybe... maybe I know him.”

She waited for a couple of seconds. “Lambert. He's son of a bitch but I had fallen for him without even noticing. And then it was too late.”

“What happened between you two?” asked Jaskier. Maybe it was quite inappropriate question, but he wanted to know.

“He cheated on me. And then again. And again and... He shattered my heart into pieces and I ended this relationship because I was nearly to end myself. I'm in love with him but he didn't worth my death. I still have some kind of self-respect, you know.”

“He absolutely did not worth your death. You're an amazing woman. You can find someone better.”

“As well as you, dear. But here we are, talking about our broken hearts.”

Jaskier wanted to answer something but he couldn't find any proper words. Because Jane was right and he understood that. They both can find someone who will love them, who will care about them, who won’t break their hearts.

Oh, no, it’s not right. Truth be told, it always was a dead-end journey and they still took it. They chose the most painful path. They made their hearts bleed, all by themselves. And now they have to pay the cost.

Jane took his hand, forcing Jaskier to look at her again. “Does it feel like hell when you think about him?” she asked.

“Yes, it does”.

“Do you like it?”

Jaskier swallowed loudly, “Yes, I do.”

You can find the next chapters here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29364243/chapters/72132126#workskin

[its-onions]

IM BACK WITH SEASON 2 TAKES

below the cut, jotted down as I was watching!! come obsess with me, send me asks!!! (also i know my fellow book fans will have Thoughts but i truly truly enjoyed the season!!!)

ep1

geralt in immediate Dad Mode I can’t

geralts devastation at thinking yen is dead literally broke me

I really liked the humor in this episode !!! very good start!!!

ep2

2 episodes in… is geralt ever gonna take a bath… disgusting man

who on earth is this eskel 🙃🙃🙃

what the FUCK did they do to eskel

what the literal fuck????????

at least they killed him quickly so I don’t have to witness more of this mischaracterization

geralt please bathe!!!

ep3

lambert lambert what a prick. i love him

eralt is such a mother hen!!

um wtf a witcher funeral is getting eaten by wolves???

yen looks so fucking pretty in this strapless dress

what did they do to my boy cahir ??

the ab armor has finally made an appearance after geralt has been lovingly crafting it

OK THE IGNI ON THE SWORD IM HERE FOR IT

ok why is cahir's dirty crazy look working for me. also top tier yen outfit with these palazzo pants

ep4

I am living for these tight pants geralt keeps wearing like damn that ass

TRISS YOU BETTER TELL HIM YEN IS ALIVE

NO DONT HIT ON HIM

YES GOOD GERALT shut that DOWN

JASKIER IS THE ONE RESCUING ELVES

OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD???????

oh fuck that really is a breakup song

oh fuck he’s crying

oh fuck i’m crying

i’m not ok

(also I listened to the song on spotify and the starting verses are amazing)

graham mctavish looks very good in a skirt

oh SHIT dara as a spy!!!!!

geralt is such a dad ... theme of the season.........

im sorry how many people wrote "we're better off without him" yenskier fics? and it’s canon now ?!?!?!?

geralt needing to sit down after portaling is so fucking funny like THATS what takes him out

the timeline joke omg

vesemir's characterization as alternately shady and crying is actually kinda perfect

ep5

they did me dirty making rience hot like i cannot be attracted to the worst villains

lmfao at both geralt and yen hanging out with each other’s exes

love triss as protector of ciris agency [note added later that her betrayal is that much more devastating because she really seemed to be on ciri's side]

yennefer rescuing jask is everything I could’ve wanted

geralt finally finding out yens alive 🥺🥺🥺

ciri calling out for geralt when distressed omg i cant

ciri wanting to repress her emotions 🥺🥺🥺 geralt telling her she’s enough amd extraordinary 🥺🥺🥺

the betrayal in geralt’s face about vesemir

umm yennefer would never betray ciri?? what the fuck ok lauren i see your weird plot and im gonna roll with it but i don't really approve

ep6

ROACH!!!

ok that was the coolest flying leap i’ve ever seen good job geralt

ciris little help me to geralt lol

absolutely screaming at the yenralt reunion holy fuck

ciri matchmaking lmdao

the little standoff between our family and rience

this fight is epic!!!

also geralt’s just deep trust of yen 🥺 and being absolutely broken im not ok

ep7

oh so vilgefortz IS their new daddy

cahirs hair is truly awful

oh jask has WORDS to say lol ok

jaskier immediately stripping down in front of geralt and commenting on his nipples omfg !!!! slut!ll

I love yarpen

living for shirtless jaskier still, we really got a treat in this episode

vilgefortz you are absolutely not worthy you gaslighting fuck

omg fringilla low key respect though

absolutely perfect apology by geralt and recovery by jaskier. perfect!!!!!!

the absolute tension of geralt holding a sword to yens throat and saying mine. just full protective dad mode and also so sexy

the deathless mother stuff is really cool!! very gaunter o dimm

ep8

wow geralt’s trust issues are just gonna get so much worse

a lil worried about jaskiers drinking…

toxicity lambert 🥵

behind the back quen geralt you badass

ok i’m getting mother of dragons (???)

uh francesca please go to therapy

yes destroy the ab armor white lizard thing !!! melt those fake abs!!!!

come home im crying they’re a wolf family

subtle note that duny is not dissolving in ciri's dream bc he’s not actually dead 😳

oh shit very smooth connection to the wild hunt!!!

yayyy yenny is magic again

lol at lamberts rejection of jaskier lmfaoo

oh just realized that was the backstory on lydia in the books !! subtle but appreciated.

istredd being very involved this season! like ok???

ok so finally after 2 seasons we have everything set up for the actual plot lmdao

philippa looks hotttttt af

ciri is something more fuck can y’all kiss already

oh hell yes spectacular dramatic reveal of who emhyr really is!! fantastic setup I am screaming shook losing my mind

(please stop with cahirs hair though)

[jaskierswolf]

You Set My Heart Ablaze (24/25)

Previous

Warnings: Jaskier has a small panic attack in this chapter, but Geralt helps him through it. The whole thing is barely a paragraph.

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Saturday.

Finally!

The first day of the summer holidays! Jaskier had barely been able to resist throwing his arms around Geralt the day before when the fireman had come to collect Ciri after school but they’d both agreed that they should at least try to wait until the weekend. So he’d forcibly stuffed his hands in his pockets and shuffled on his feet. He couldn’t help the dazzling smile he flashed at Geralt but at least he managed to keep his hands to himself.

But that was now a thing of the past.

He sat up in bed with more energy than he’d had in the mornings in years. He pushed his glasses up his nose and ran a hand through his hair as he searched for his phone within the pile of sheets. He found the bastard under one of his pillows and immediately rang Geralt without looking at the time.

It rang a few times before Geralt picked up.

“The fuck?” Geralt grumbled into the phone.

Jaskier frowned and pulled the phone away from his ear so he could look at the time. “Oh shit!” He cackled and then put the phone on speaker. “Sorry, darling. I’m still on school time.”

“Jaskier, you’re never on school time, even during term time,” Geralt muttered.

“Oh shush. I just wanted to say that I love you!” He trilled happily.

Geralt grunted.

“Oh ho ho! Aren’t you a grumpy arse this morning?” Jaskier giggled and rolled onto his back, planting his legs up against the wall.

“Fuck off.”

“No! Because it is the school holidays and I, Jaskier Pankratz, love you, Geralt Rivia.” He sighed wistfully.

“Hmm.”

“Geralt!” He whined.

He knew the fireman was tired but he could at least say it back once. The fucker.

“Love you too, now can I get back to sleep?”

Jaskier rolled his eyes. “Yes, dear heart, but call me when you’re awake, alright?”

“Fine.”

The line went dead.

The bastard.

He considered going back to sleep himself but he had too much energy. He jumped out of bed, tripping over his shoes that were on the floor right by his bed, and went flailing across the room.

“Oh cock!” He cursed as he landed, rather painfully, against the door. He would probably have a lovely bruise on the hip that crashed against the wall, but it was better than landing on his wrists and breaking them.

He sort of needed those to play his instruments.

He supposed he could always just sing.

Nah. That was shit.

Plus Priscilla would kill him if he couldn’t finish up the new album. He still had at least one lute track to put down, and even though she could play the lute, he was more skilled and she preferred to focus on the singing. She’d complained enough about his insistence on using the lute over the guitar on this album but he’d refused to back down. He had a vision!

So fuck the guitar.

He sighed and straightened his glasses, frowning as he noticed the smudges on the lenses. How the fuck were they already dirty? He’d only cleaned them last night before bed.

Fuck it.

Pancakes!

Ooh he could make the chocolate chip kind and send photos to Geralt. They had an unspoken rule that one did not make chocolate chip pancakes without photographic evidence unless they were both there to enjoy it. He frowned as he reached the edge of his living/kitchen area, and stuck his tongue between his lips. Maybe he should wait until he could make pancakes with Geralt and Ciri? He didn’t want to make them too often. They wouldn’t be special if he made them too often.

He scoffed. “Yeah, well. I’m hungry.” He muttered. He gazed longingly at the flour and sugar on the top shelf of his cupboards and then grabbed a box of chocolate cereal instead.

Yes he still ate chocolate cereal. The boring old flakey stuff was shit and he actually had taste buds. He preferred his food to not taste like cardboard.

Gods, how was he an adult?

He sighed and scrolled through the social media on his phone. Triss had put up a few pictures from the pub the night before. He’d reluctantly declined the invitation as the wolves were going along, even though Geralt had stayed behind to look after Ciri. There were quite a few of Triss and Eskel pulling funny faces at the camera, and one adorable photo of Triss kissing his cheek. Eskel looked incredibly happy. They were cute together. Jaskier hit the heart button and typed out a string of heart-eyes emojis in the comments.

Even Yennefer had put up a rare personal post. She normally kept her social media for her art stuff  but there was a stunning photograph of her outside the pub. She was wearing a long white chiffon  dress matched with a leather jacket and heavy leather boots, not exactly summery but it was Yennefer. She was gazing off to the side, her face lit by dull glow of the street lamps, one fiery violet eye almost glowing in the darkness.

Jaskier pouted. How was she so fucking photogenic all the time? Seriously how was Geralt now dating him after that?

“Urgh,” he groaned and hit the heart button.

JaskierTheBard: Stop making us all look bad, Yennefer! Stunning photograph darling x

He reread the reply twice and hit send. It was kinder than he usual response to Yennefer but honestly he had to admit she was a little bit sexy in that one, which just wasn’t fair.

Renfri had posted a group photo of the whole gang and he whined. It looked like a fun night. Stupid Philippa and her rules. It wasn’t fair that he had to miss out, but thankfully those days were officially over!

He lost track of time as he scrolled on his phone. He swore as he suddenly remembered his cereal. He groaned as he peered into his bowl. The milk was chocolatey and the cereal had all but disintegrated. He fucking hated soggy cereal.

“Cock,” he muttered and threw the whole lot in the bin.

He was about to put some toast on when his door bell rang. He yelped and jumped at the sound. He looked down at himself. He was still just wearing his boxers. Fuck. He ran to his bedroom and grabbed his dressing gown. It was too hot really to wear it in the summer but he wouldn’t have time to get dressed.

As it turned out, he needn’t have bothered. Geralt was at the door holding a bunch of roses with a sheepish smile on his face.

Jaskier grinned. “Geralt!” He flung his arms around his boyfriends neck and then swore as he realised he was probably crushing the flowers. “Umm, let me just go get some water. Wait. These are for me? They are beautiful. Geralt!” He whined and covered his face in his hands.

Geralt, the fucker, just laughed at him. “They’re for you. I thought… well, Ciri said I couldn’t go on a date without flowers. She was really stubborn about it.”

Jaskier snorted and carefully took the flowers from Geralt. They weren’t too badly crushed, thank Melitele for that. “I wonder where she gets that from,” he teased.

Geralt rolled his eyes. “Calanthe, her grandmother. Even Pavetta had a stubborn streak. Trust me, this one has nothing to do with me.”

Jaskier’s eyes went wide. “Oh shit! I’m sorry. I forgot. I didn’t mean… hmmph!”

Geralt had kissed him.

Not that he was complaining. He smiled into the kissed and then pulled back to gaze into Geralt’s beautiful amber eyes.

“You don’t get to do that every time you want me to shut up, dearest,” he chided gently.

Geralt smirked and just kissed him again.

Ok so perhaps he could.

Gods he was so smitten.

“I love you,” he breathed against Geralt’s lips when they finally pulled apart.

Geralt brushed his nose against Jaskier’s. “I love you too, even if you do have morning breath.”

Jaskier gasped and shoved against Geralt’s chest. “Rude!” He pouted.

“You love me,” Geralt reminded him. “How are you not dressed yet? You’ve been awake for hours.”

Jaskier shrugged. “Internet.”

“Come on, get dressed. I want to take you out.” Geralt instructed with a tilt of his head.

Jaskier laughed. “Take me out how? Kill me or date me? Honestly I’m down for both.”

“Jaskier!” Geralt growled and rolled his eyes.

“Kill me, right. Got it,” he winked at his boyfriend. “Now are you absolutely sure you want me to get dressed? Because I have the perfect outfit to wear but once I’m in those jeans I am not taking them off again,” he stroked Geralt’s cheek with one finger and then bopped him on the nose.

“Hmm. Brush your teeth and I’ll get water for the flowers.” Geralt took the roses back off him. “Do you have a vase?”

Jaskier scoffed. “Of course I have a vase. I’m gay!”

“That’s not an excuse for everything, Jaskier, and I’m pretty sure you’re bi,” Geralt rolled his eyes.

Jaskier laughed. “That’s just homophobic.”

“That’s not—” Geralt cut himself off and pinched his nose. “Bathroom. Now. I’ll find the vase.”

Jaskier giggled happily and went to brush his teeth.

Oh sweetest Melitele! He loved the summer holidays!

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After a few false starts they finally made it out of Jaskier’s flat. He was slightly regretting his choice in black skinny jeans but really they made his legs and arse look great. It was was his first proper date with Geralt and he wanted to look good. They both managed a quick shower and Jaskier braided Geralt’s hair to elevate his usual half up do. Geralt even let Jaskier slip a couple of buttercup clips into the braids.

Geralt was wearing the outfit he’d turned up it which Jaskier hadn’t managed to appreciate before but he could now as he gazed happily at his partner across the table. Geralt had also gone for black skinny jeans, thank you Freya, and a slick black short-sleeved shirt. Honestly Jaskier didn’t know how the man wasn’t boiling in the heat of the summer in all that black but he wasn’t going to complain. It was the first time he’d seen Geralt in a shirt and he was loving it.

In comparison Jaskier had decided on a bright turquoise shirt. He’d left the bottom few buttons undone and tied the ends in a knot to turn the shirt into a crop top. The intensity of Geralt’s gaze on him when he’d finally been allowed to see the whole look had almost cause yet another delay to their date but Jaskier had just winked and pulled his slightly dazed partner out of the flat, switching his glasses for his prescription sunglasses.

He had been far too hungry to delay any further and he wanted to go on a cute date with his boyfriend!

Geralt suggested an adorable little sandwich parlour. It didn’t look like much from the outside but inside it was cosy and quiet, a perfect lunchtime date spot.

Or it would have if they hadn’t been interrupt by Lambert and Renfri… again.

Seriously, every time they ended up in a coffee shop those two were there. They both had wet hair and flushed red faces. Jaskier assumed the pair of them had been at the gym. Geralt had mentioned they liked to spar together on the wolf pack’s days off, that and the work out clothes sort of gave them away.

“Well, well, well,” Lambert laughed as they approached and crossed his arms. “So much for Triss and Eskel’s theory of you moving on, Dandelion.”

Jaskier gaped at the redhead. “Wait what? Have you been talking about us?!” He pointed a finger at the pair of them.

Renfri rolled her eyes. “Do you honestly think they have anything better to do? I’ve had to keep my mouth shut for months whilst these idiots try and think of a plan to set you two up. Triss was heartbroken when you told her you’d moved on. She was really rooting for you guys.”

“Wait, you knew?” Lambert growled at Renfri, she just shoved him in the face.

“Of course I knew. It was fucking obviously. You just had to look at Geralt’s face whenever Jaskier was mentioned. He lit up like a petrol can.”

“Renfri,” Geralt sighed. “I wasn’t that bad.”

Renfri snorted and Jaskier cackled. Oh ho! He was going to have so much fun with this. He held Geralt’s hand over the top of the table and smiled at his lover. “Oh darling, I didn’t know you cared so much,” he simpered with a flutter of his eyelashes.

“I’m pretty sure I showed you how much I care this morning, more than once.”

Jaskier blushed and pulled his hand away. “Touché, dear heart, touché,” he licked his lips as he remembered the morning’s activities. “Please, feel free to remind me any time.”

“Nope!” Lambert yelled and covered his ears. “No. You are not going to be that couple. Urgh.”

“Months I’ve had to put up with this!” Renfri complained. “Come on, wolf. Let’s leave the love birds in peace. They’ll put me off my lunch otherwise.”

“So gross,” Lambert agreed.

Jaskier laughed as the pair of them scarpered from the shop, and he rested his head on his chin as he ate his chips. They were like the kind you get in fish and chip shops and covered in blessed salty goodness. Geralt, the monster that he was, covered his with vinegar so Jaskier wouldn’t steal his chips as well.

“So what’s their deal?” Jaskier asked though mouthfuls of delicious fried potato.

Geralt tilted his head, he also now had a mouthful of cheesesteak sandwich.

“They said they weren’t dating?” Jaskier tried to explain.

Geralt huffed and Jaskier waited for him to finish eating. “Renfri doesn’t date. She has no interest in it.”

Jaskier nodded. “Asexual?”

Geralt shook his head. “Don’t think so. Just the dating thing,” he scowled as he tried to formulate his thoughts. “I think she called it aromantic, but even then her and Lambert are practically siblings. They’d probably both stab you for suggesting anything else.”

“Right. Noted. Rather not be stabbed. I made it all the way through the school year. It would be a fucking shame if I got stabbed now,” he flicked his fringe from his eyes. “Especially when you look so bloody sexy in that shirt.”

Geralt scoffed. “Says the man wearing a crop top.”

Jaskier grinned and leant forward so his lips were almost touching Geralt’s. “It would look better on your bedroom floor, darling.”

Geralt’s eyes went dark and Jaskier kissed the tip of his nose. “But not yet. I’m starving and these chips are brilliant! I cannot believe you would ruin them with vinegar.”

Geralt groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re a fucking tease, Jaskier.”

Jaskier just laughed and brushed his foot up against Geralt’s leg under the table. “You love it,” he agreed with a wink.

“Hmm.”

“You doooo,” Jaskier insisted. “And you love me!”

“I admit nothing.”

“I’ll make it up to you later?” He flashed his most flirtatious grin at Geralt, rubbing his foot further up Geralt’s leg.

“Jask,” Geralt half moaned and Jaskier laughed at the pretty blush on Geralt’s cheek.

“Yes, dearest Geralt?” He sang, feigning innocence.

“I hate you.” His boyfriend groaned and hid his face behind his hands.

“I know, love. I know.”

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Jaskier was busy pulling on one of Geralt’s hoodies that he’d pinched earlier on in their relationship, when Geralt sighed loudly. Jaskier bounced back over to the bed and straddled his boyfriend’s hips.

“What’s up, dear heart?” He said with a tilt of his head.

Geralt’s long hair was now loose. Jaskier had taken great delight in undoing his own work and letting the silver strands fall loosely by Geralt’s face. His hair was naturally wavy after a shower anyway but it had been accentuated where the braids had been, and by the gods, Geralt had looked so beautiful. He still did. Only now he had his grumpy face back on. Jaskier gently stroked his thumb along Geralt’s cheek, brushing a loose strand away from his eyes.

“We need to tell Ciri,” Geralt groaned.

“Already? I thought we were going to tell her we’re friends first.”

“Won’t work.”

Jaskier raised an eyebrow and huffed. “And why not?”

“She’s too clever, and I love you,” Geralt grumbled.

Jaskier felt his smile soften at Geralt’s words and he shifted so he could lie back down on Geralt’s chest, nuzzling into the crook of Geralt’s neck. “And I love you, my dearest of hearts.”

“Hmm.” He felt Geralt kiss the top of his hair and he sighed happily.

“So we tell her when?”

“Come home with me?” Geralt suggested. “She knows I was on a date.”

“It has been a long date,” Jaskier hummed thoughtfully, and it really had. Geralt had arrived mid-morning at it was now late afternoon bordering on early evening. “Won’t she be worried about you?”

Geralt chuckled and Jaskier felt his heart race faster in his chest. Geralt’s laugh was so warm, rough and woefully underused. It always made Jaskier’s day when he could make Geralt laugh so freely. “Yennefer took her to the zoo. She thought we might need the extra time.”

Jaskier giggled. “I cannot imagine Yennefer Vengerberg at the zoo!” He laughed harder as he pressed his face against Geralt’s bare shoulder.

“Why?”

“Oh I don’t know,” he grinned, placing a kiss on Geralt’s shoulder. “She seems too classy for the zoo.”

Geralt threaded his fingers through Jaskier’s hair and he hummed in contentment. He’d always enjoyed it when his partners played with his hair. The gentle tug at his scalp just turned him to goo. If he was a cat he was sure he’d be purring. As it was he couldn’t stop the happy hum in his chest.

“No one is too classy for the zoo,” Geralt said with such sincerity that Jaskier let out a peal of laughter and rolled onto the mattress next to Geralt. He felt Geralt roll onto his side and their eyes met. Geralt was smirking at him with mirth in his eyes.

Jaskier was overwhelmed with the love that was in his heart. In reality his time with Geralt really hadn’t been that long at all but it had just been blissful. Their forbidden romance seemed to have extended their honeymoon period and he still felt as gooey over his boyfriend as he had the first time he’d seen Geralt enter his classroom ten months prior.

“Quite right, dear. I love the zoo,” he sighed longingly. It had been ages since he had been.

“Next time we’ll go.” Geralt suggested. “I like the animals.”

“Deal. Ooh does this mean I finally get to meet Roach?!” He cried in excitement, a smile lighting up his face.

Geralt nodded. “She doesn’t like new people though. Don’t get your hopes up.”

Jaskier reached over to kiss Geralt and then rest his forehead against Geralt’s. “Of course not, darling.”

“Good…” Geralt paused. “Darling.”

Jaskier’s heart clenched in his chest and he buried his face in one of the pillows of the bed, making sadly incoherent noises that he wasn’t proud of. “Geralt!!” He whined pitifully. “You can’t just say things like that!”

Geralt scoffed. “You do all the time.”

Jaskier glared at him with a pout. He could feel the heat of the blush on his cheek. “Yeah, well…”

“Don’t worry.” Geralt smirked, kissing Jaskier’s temple. “I don’t think pet names are my thing.”

Jaskier pouted. “Hmmph.”

Reluctantly he rolled off the bed and pulled Geralt to his feet. With one last kiss he let Geralt get dressed. His boyfriend really did need to get back to Ciri and apparently Jaskier was going to be re-introduced to the young girl as her father’s new boyfriend; only a day after the term had finished.

Jaskier wasn’t nervous. Why would he be? Ciri loved him… as her teacher. Oh gods, he was going to fuck this up so badly. His heart was racing, and not in the good I’m in love way. Oh no. No, no, no, no.

He gasped a breath and leant against the wall. Geralt’s arms wrapped around his waist in an instance. “Breathe, Jaskier.”

Jaskier breathed, trying to match his breath with Geralt’s. “Sorry,” he mumbled when the worst of it was over.

“What happened?”

“What if she doesn’t like me?” He asked, his voice sounding pathetic even to his ears.

“She adores you, Jaskier.” Geralt nuzzled his neck gently. “She was disappointed when I said it wasn’t you.”

Jaskier groaned. “She’ll hate that you lied to her.”

“She’ll come round.” Geralt insisted.

“How are you so calm?” He snapped.

Geralt sighed. “Because she’s my daughter and she loves me, and she adores you.”

Jaskier nodded. “Ok. Ok. Yes. Let’s do this, before I run away and decide to live in a cave with just my lute for company.”

Geralt scoffed. “Always so dramatic.”

Jaskier managed a smile at that, even after his little wobble of anxiety. “You wouldn’t have me any other way.”

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They were standing, hand in hand, outside Geralt’s house. Geralt and Ciri’s house. Jaskier hadn’t been here since the beginning of May when Ciri had been away with Yennefer. Ciri wasn’t away this time and they were about to reveal everything to her. He curled his toes in his shoes and hummed nervously under his breath. Geralt’s house suddenly seemed a lot larger than it had before.

Geralt squeezed his hand. “It’ll be fine, Jask.”

He nodded and took a deep breath. “I know. I know. I trust you.”

“Come on then. You’ll stay for dinner?”

Jaskier nodded again. “But I should probably go home after dinner. I imagine we’ll both need our own space by then.”

Geralt chuckled quietly. “Yeah. Ready?”

“Yes?” Jaskier’s voice squeaked a little, much to his embarrassment.

“Good.” Geralt moved to unlock the front door but it opened before he could get the key in the lock.

Yennefer stood on the other side with her hands on her hips. She was smirking at them both, looking far too evilly delighted for Jaskier’s liking.

“MR JASKIER!!” Ciri shrieked and there was a blur of blonde hair before Jaskier was knocked flying by the young girl.

He laughed nervously and hugged her back. “Hello, Ciri.”

“I knew it was you!!” She screamed happily. “Dad said it wasn’t but I knew it was you!”

“You don’t mind?” Jaskier asked, tentatively patting his former student on the back as she clung onto him.

Ciri pulled back and looked up at him. Her nose was scrunched up and she pouted. “Why would I mind?”

“Well, because I was your teacher and now I’m dating your father?” Jaskier stammered. He glanced at Geralt who just raised a knowing eyebrow at him. The bastard had known this would happen.

Ciri rolled her eyes and scoffed. “So? Everyone will be jealous. You’re the best teacher at school!”  She announced as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

He laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. “Maybe you shouldn’t boast too much about it Ciri. It’s not kind.”

Ciri just stuck her tongue out at him. He stuck his tongue out right back at her and she giggled.

“Jaskier’s right, princess. It would be best if you don’t tell everyone just yet,” Geralt said as he scooped her up into a hug.

“But it’s Mistle’s birthday party next week!” She pouted.

“Ciri,” Yennefer sighed, brushing the young girl’s hair out of her eyes. “Can we trust you to keep this a secret for now?”

Ciri scrunched her nose but nodded. “Ok, but only if we can go back to see the lions at the zoo! They were my favourite.”

Jaskier met Geralt’s eyes and smiled. “Well, buttercup, funny you should say that….”

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Next

[a-bard-and-his-witcher]

A/N: This was written in a week for @geraskierfunday! The prompt was modern, but one of the other choices was “stuck in an elevator/lift” and I loved that prompt (it’s also modern so it counts), so here it is! Sorry if it moves fast, my writing tends to do that sometimes, I’m trying to get better at that. Enjoy!

Jaskier hummed a soft tune as he leaned on the wall of the elevator, an arm wrapped around Geralt’s. Normally Geralt would be against the humming, but they were alone so it didn’t really matter. A moment later, they felt a jolt and all the lights went out. As the emergency lights turned on they realized that the elevator had stopped.

“Geralt,” Jaskier said, patting the witcher’s arm. “What the hell just happened?”

“The elevator stopped.”

“Yeah no shit, Sherlock. I mean why?”

“How the hell would I know?”

Jaskier paused for a moment, trying to think of something to do that would help the situation. “I’ll call Yennefer.” It would hardly help, he knew that, but what else could he do? Geralt gave his signature grunt in acknowledgment and Jaskier pulled out his phone and called Yen, who he knew was in the same building. 

“Jaskier?” She said when she picked up the phone.

“Yen. Is something going on in the building?”

“The power just went out because of the storm, but other than that, no. Why?”

“Gods damn it.  Geralt and I are stuck in the fucking elevator.”

At that, Yennefer burst out laughing. Jaskier winced and pulled the phone away from his face slightly at the sudden loud noise. 

“Yennefer! This is not funny! Get someone to help us!”

“First of all, this is in fact very funny. Second of all, you do know that there’s an alarm button, right? And thirdly, the power is out. I doubt anyone will be able to do anything until it comes back on.”

“Oh gee, thanks Yennefer. That is very reassuring.”

“Glad I could help.”

And with that, Yennefer ended the call.

With a scoff, Jaskier lowered the phone from his ear. “Did she just hang up on me? When we get out of here, I swear I am going to kill her. Or at least write a very rude song about her.” Geralt hummed in response and turned around to press the alarm button he had heard Yen mention. 

“We’ll be fine,” he said, taking a step toward Jaskier. 

“Yeah, you’re probably right. But what if you’re not? It could take hours for the power to come back. I can’t wait that long! It’s cold and I’m starving! Well, that’s a bit of an exaggeration. I’m merely mildly hungry, but I’m going to be starving by the time we get out of here!”

Geralt gave him a sympathetic look, then stepped forward and pulled Jaskier into a warm hug. The musician crooned in contentment. “We’ll be fine,” Geralt repeated in a more pressing tone.

~20 minutes~

Jaskier was scrolling through Instagram, sitting on the floor of the elevator and leaning against Geralt. “Get off your phone. You’ll use up the battery and we might need it to call someone,” Geralt nudged his leg as he spoke. 

“You have a phone too. What happened to insisting that we’d be fine? Or is that just an excuse to get me to put my phone down so I pay attention to you? How cute.”

“If I wanted you to pay attention to me, I’d just do this.”

Geralt pulled Jaskier’s phone out of his hand, set it on the floor, then pulled him onto his lap. He kissed him softly before burying his face into the musician’s neck. Laughing, Jaskier wrapped his arms around Geralt and curled up in his lap.

“I love you too, you big softie.” 

~1 hour~

Geralt looked up at Jaskier from his spot on the floor with a worried look on his face. The idiot was standing in front of the button panel, tapping his foot anxiously and repeatedly pressing the alarm button. “Jask, you’re going to break it,” Geralt said. 

“Well, what else am I supposed to do?” Jaskier huffed, turning around and raising his arms dramatically. “We’ve been in this gods damn elevator for…” He twisted his wrist to look at his watch. “An hour! An hour, Geralt! And do you know what’s happened?” He laughed and he was fully yelling at this point. “That’s right! Absolutely nothing! Is no one even a little bit concerned about the fact that we never showed up? I mean, I know the power went out, but most of the time that’s just a minor inconvenience. It usually doesn’t make people over an hour late! I can’t believe no one has called either of us!”

Jaskier, slightly calmed down, paused to take a good look at Geralt. He was tense, his back was straight, and his face was twisted into a concerned expression. Jaskier didn't think he'd seen him this worried since the fool started a small fire in his apartment while he was on a video call with Geralt a few years back. 

His face softened and he sat in front of him. Jaskier moved so that their fingers were intertwined and their foreheads rested against one another. "I'm sorry, darling. I do hate seeing you so worried."

Geralt hummed and planted a kiss on Jaskier's lips. "I know."

~1 hour and 30 minutes~

Jaskier, settled in Geralt’s lap, turned around so that he could bury his face into Geralt’s neck. “Gods, it’s fucking freezing in here,” Jaskier grumbled. 

“Oh, I had no idea,” Geralt responded. “You’ve only told me twenty times.”

Jaskier backed up slightly so that he could look at his witcher with a fond expression that doesn’t leave his face. “Geralt. You know complaining is the only coping mechanism that will get me through this. If I don’t talk about my problems - which can be referred to as complaining - I’ll end up like you. Now we don’t want that, do we?”

Geralt pressed his lips to Jaskier’s jaw. “Not at all,” he said between kisses. Jaskier smiled and hummed in contentment.

He shivered - fuck, he was still cold despite the warm arms wrapped around him. Warm arms that were as steady as ever, not shivering in the slightest.

“You arse, are you not cold?”

“Not really.”

“You really are just a big ‘ol heater, aren’t you, love?

~2 hours~

Jaskier stopped moving for the first time since he had started pacing around the elevator ten minutes earlier. “Fuck it,” he announced, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “I’m calling Yennefer again. I highly doubt she’ll do anything other than make my bad mood even worse, but it’s better than nothing.”

“Is there anyone else you can call if you hate talking to her so much?”

Jaskier thought for a moment, then answered, "Renfri is another option. She's not the best conversationalist, but she's a hell of a lot better than Yen." Geralt grunted in reply as Jaskier pulled his phone out of his pocket. After a moment of tapping and scrolling, he put the phone up to his ear. Almost immediately, his eyebrows furrowed and let the arm that held it drop to his side. “Gods damn it, it went straight to voicemail. I guess I’m calling Yen anyways.”

“Hmm.”

“You know what? How about I put it on speaker? You know, so that I’m still there for my amazing conversationalist...ness and you’re there so that she can pay attention to you and maybe not insult me as much. And plus, she’s always more willing when you’re there. It’s like my presence on its own makes her stubborn as hell.”

“Hm.”

“Wonderful!” Jaskier sat himself down in front of Geralt and took a moment to find Yennefer's contact in his phone, put the call on speaker, and set the phone on the floor in between them.

"Ah, Jaskier," she said when she picked up.

"Yennefer."

"Considering the state of the storm and the fact that you're calling me, I'm assuming you two are still in that elevator."

"Yes. We are. Now, is there anything that you can tell us about the power outage or the storm, or literally anything that might give us an idea of how much longer we'll be stuck in this icebox?"

"Us?"

"Yes, Yen, us," Geralt spoke up.

Jaskier groaned, "Wow, you really do have selective hearing."

"Answer the question, Yen."

"Fine, fine. I don't know what exactly caused the power outage, other than the fact that it had something to do with the storm. As for what's going on outside, it doesn't look like it's gonna stop soon."

"Gods damn it," Jaskier grumbled.

"Well, I guess you two don't need me anymore," Yennefer said right before hanging up.

Jaskier ran his fingers through his hair and let his hands rest on the back of his head. “Fuck,” he muttered.

“Fuck indeed.”

~2 hours and 30 minutes~

Jaskier and Geralt were now laying on the ground, half of Jaskier’s body on Geralt and their legs tangled together. Neither of them were going to be able to fall asleep, the conditions were too uncomfortable for that. The ground was hard and dirty, it was freezing cold, they were dealing with the stress of being locked in a seven by seven feet box for two and a half hours, and they were starving.

Speaking of starving, Jaskier’s stomach gurgled for what felt like the hundredth time in the past twenty minutes, this time followed by a pained groan. Geralt patted his back with the hand that was wrapped comfortably around his waist. “You ok?” he asked. Jaskier gave him a pat on his chest in return.

“I’ve been awake for nearly six hours without eating, I’m so hungry my stomach hurts. Gods, Geralt, this sucks. This whole thing sucks. You know what the chances of getting stuck in an elevator are? One in a hundred thousand. I looked it up about an hour ago. And most of the time, when it happens it’s fixed within fifteen to thirty minutes. It’s so rare for someone to be in an elevator for over an hour and yet we’ve been in here for two and a half.”

Geralt pulled Jaskier even closer. He didn’t know what to say. That on its own wasn’t anything new, it wasn’t very rare that he was in a situation where he was lost for words. Most of the time he’d just grunt or hum, but this was different. He felt like that wouldn’t be enough this time. Before he could come up with something to say, Jaskier spoke up again. “I’m sorry dear heart. How are you holding up?”

“I’m fine.”

Jaskier raised himself on his elbows so that he could look at Geralt. “Come on. Complain like I do. No holding back. It’ll feel good, I promise.”

“...Alright, fine. It’s the middle of winter and the power is out, which means no heat, which means being trapped in an elevator is close enough to being trapped in a freezer. The whole point of coming here was to get breakfast, so neither of us have eaten anything, mixed with stress which makes you even more hungry. And I, uh, I looked some things up too. This situation we’re in? Turns out it’s nearly impossible to happen in most elevators. Most of them have a backup battery system so that they can’t stop in between floors when the power goes out. So, it turns out we do have someone to be pissed at.”

“Wow. I think that’s the most I’ve heard you say at once. See, doesn’t it feel better? If only a little.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess it does.”

~3 hours~

When the power came back on, Jaskier was humming quietly, Geralt half asleep and resting his head on the musician’s shoulder. Jaskier would be singing at full volume if every breath he took in between lines wasn’t extremely painful. They had grown somewhat used to hearing the other’s occasional pained groan and simply held the other tighter, ran a hand through his hair, or gave some other small but comforting gesture. They couldn’t wait to get out and finally eat something.

The creepy emergency lights were replaced by intense, bright lights and Jaskier stopped humming immediately. “Geralt!” Jaskier gasped, patting his thigh to get his attention. As soon as Geralt lifted his head, Jaskier stood up and stumbled slightly as there was a jolt. One similar to the jolt that started this whole mess, but instead of the elevator stopping, it began moving again. Geralt stood up smiling and Jaskier started laughing. He quickly stopped, as it made his stomach hurt worse, but his beaming smile never faltered. “We’re getting out!”

The door opened and they all but ran out of the elevator. They (mostly Jaskier) celebrated their freedom for a few minutes, then they quickly left the building so they could go home and get something to eat since the food at home would be easier on their stomachs. Then probably wrap up in blankets and sleep.

~~

They got home quickly and were greeted by Ciri looking at them with a slightly concerned, but mostly confused face and saying, “You two look terrible. Did something happen?” Jaskier ranted about how they spent the past three hours as Ciri got them each a bowl of crackers, a bottle of water, and a few blankets. The three of them huddled up on the couch, watching TV as they slowly filled their stomachs.

Once Ciri had gone to her room, Geralt planted a kiss on Jaskier’s cheek. “I can go upstairs if you’d like,” he muttered.

“Why would I want that?”

“I figured… We’ve been stuck in a box together for three hours. I thought you might want some time to yourself.”

“Do you?”

“I… no.”

“That’s what I thought. Geralt, we’ve been sleeping together for five years, dating for three, and we’ve lived together for two. All this time, I’ve been trying to nail into your thick skull that I want to be with you. Whenever I can. Whether we’ve been near each other for hours or not. Geralt, do I really have to spell it out for you? I’m never going to get tired of you. I hate that you think I will.”

Geralt was never good at expressing his affection. Not through words at least. So he used a language he was much more comfortable using. He pulled Jaskier into a warm hug and buried his face into his neck. Jaskier returned the hug and traced circles into his back. 

“Jaskier,” Geralt purred into his lover’s neck. “It means so much to hear you say that.”

[gods-no-longer-tread-here]

Lick

pairing: Lambert/Eskel rating: T warnings: slightly horny, nothin’ but kissies tho; tail-end of a discussion about stillbirth; so much Drunk

“I bet you’re good at kissing. Asshole. Stop being good at kissing. I want to kiss you now.”

I need love so I write Silly Boys, what’s new

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Lambert knew Eskel was drunk, because Eskel wouldn’t stop touching him.

Eskel was not a hugger. None of them were, really. But when the older Witcher drank too much, he got clingy. And he’d always clung to Lambert.

At that moment, Eskel’s arms were wrapped loosely around Lambert’s waist and his head was leaning on Lambert’s shoulder at a frankly painful-looking angle. He had not moved from this position for an hour at the least. The younger Witcher didn’t want to jostle him too much, so he transferred his drunken energy to his other arm, which ended up knocking over his mug of ale.

“I’z, i’z not right!” Lambert repeated for the eighth time. “So what if she was married? The baby was dead in her belly, it was her right to remove it! Iz everyone else’z fault that she cursed the entire village!”

Geralt nodded solemnly and chugged the rest of his ale. He was drunk as fuck too, though, so he probably wasn’t listening. Probably pining over that bard. Again. Vesemir hadn’t drunk nearly as much as the boys, so Lambert turned his passionate rant to him.

“She w’s tod’ly within her rights to curse them like that! They’re the bastards who ruined her life! Ba’gmeup, Vesemir!”

“You’re right, Lambert,” Vesemir said. “That woman’s anger was justified. Perhaps you three should go to bed.”

“‘M not tired,” Lambert spat petulantly.

“If Jaskier were here he’d be on the floor and I’d have to drag him to his bed,” Geralt muttered, but he looked more sad and wistful than annoyed.

“Gods, just tell him you care for him, all your pining is stupid at this point!” Lambert forgot where Eskel was and tried to throw both of his hands in the air, which unbalanced them both, and they toppled backwards off the bench with yelps of pain.

Geralt laughed, the kind of amused, slightly taunting laugh he hadn’t given voice to for nearly ten years. Vesemir sighed. Lambert scowled at the ceiling, but he was too tired to move, all of a sudden. Eskel was very warm and comfortable, the tiny voice in the back of his head whispered. Very safe.

Lambert usually ignored the voice. But he didn’t want to bother right then. So he squirmed over until he was lying face-to-face with Eskel, one arm thrown over the bigger man’s bicep. Eskel himself was pouting in annoyance.

“You’re so squirmy,” he slurred. “Like a… like a ferret.”

“Yer too steady,” Lambert retorted. “Like a… a… a ferret that’s not squirmy.” It was possible Vesemir and Geralt were both snickering. But Lambert was a little busy staring at Eskel’s face, the blocky jaw and cheekbones, the strong nose, the full bottom lip, and the hazy eyes that made him think of honey and those yellow flowers that looked like long-muzzled things yelling. Dandelion? No, daffodil. Eskel’s eyes were like daffodils.

“Why are you staring?” Eskel asked.

“Your eyes are pretty,” Lambert answered.

Eskel frowned. “No they’re not.”

“Yes they are.”

“‘M not pretty.”

“Shut up, your eyes are pretty,” Lambert snapped. His annoyance rose again: how dare Eskel put himself down like this? “They’re like those yellow flowers, the, the daffodil flowers. And your face is pretty. You smile a lot and it shows. Your smile is pretty. Your mouth is pretty. I bet you’re good at kissing. Asshole. Stop being good at kissing. I want to kiss you now. I like your nose. It’s cute. You’re cute. I wanna kiss you.”

“Do it, coward,” Eskel said.

Lambert immediately tried to rise up on his elbow and lean over, but he had absolutely no coordination at that moment, so instead of leaning he just flailed a little until he was lying on top of Eskel. He grinned triumphantly at Eskel’s startled expression, and then kissed him.

It was awful, of course. Lambert was almost ashamed of how bad it was. Too much teeth and slobber, the most awkward angle possible, and they both tasted like White Gull and the venison they had for dinner. But also… Lambert quite liked the fact that he was kissing Eskel.

When he raised his head, his face felt as hot as a bake-oven. Eskel’s lips were parted, and as Lambert watched, the tip of his tongue poked out to lick said lips. How odd that Lambert’s entire body was burning up all of sudden.

“Don’t do that,” he ordered hoarsely. “It makes me want to kiss you again.”

Eskel grinned, and licked his lips again, making the single action more erotic than any striptease or foreplay. “Good,” he said, and oh, the rumble of his deep voice against Lambert’s chest was magnificent. “That was a shit kiss anyway. You’re terrible at this.”

“Shut up, asshole!”

It was at some point during their third kiss that Vesemir and Geralt hauled them to their feet and marched them upstairs. Lambert wanted to drag Eskel to his room, but instead Vesemir escorted him away, leaving Geralt to shove Lambert around.

Stepping into his cold, echoing bedroom made Lambert sad. He didn’t know why. He was sad and tired, and was not aware of how small his voice was when he asked Geralt, “Did I do something wrong?”

Geralt shook his head and squeezed Lambert's shoulder gently. “No. It’s just really late. You c’n kiss Eskel more later, but get some sleep now.”

Lambert nodded, and did notice how small and afraid he sounded when he asked, “Is Vesemir mad at me?”

Geralt pulled Lambert into the kind of hug that he only gave to younger Witchers who needed comfort, and said, “No, Lambert. He’s just cranky. You didn’t do anything bad. Can you drink some water? Good. Have some of that and lay down, even if you can’t sleep.”

Lambert did not bother protesting that he was fifty years old now, thank you very much, and knew exactly how to deal with a hangover. He just hugged back, and undressed, and drank water, and laid down, even though he couldn’t sleep.

He kept wondering if Eskel had liked kissing him.

~

In the hot springs the next morning, as the three younger Witchers were soaking and trying to ease their throbbing skulls, Lambert decided that he should ask about the whole… kissing situation.

But the moment he opened his mouth, Eskel rushed to say, “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

Geralt snorted in amusement.

Lambert stared at Eskel, surprised. He very clearly remembered the sight of a rough pink tongue running along soft, thick lips, with the sole intention of making him kiss them. “I told you I’m no coward,” Lambert said, frowning. “Is it gonna stay a one-time thing? Or do you wanna try kissing sober?”

Eskel flushed and looked away, licking his lips nervously.

“I told you not to do that,” Lambert admonished him, as his heartbeat picked up.

Eskel smirked and looked up at him sideways. He seemed shy, but also eager. And then he very, very deliberately dragged the tip of his tongue along his bottom lip, mouthing open just a little too wide to be at all innocent in any situation.

“Oh, you bastard!”

Geralt had to haul them out before they drowned with their mouths locked together.

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Jaskier x Reader - One Night Stand, Life Long Commitment

Can I request a Jaskier x female reader fic with the prompts “i love you.” +  “i'm going to marry you someday.” + “Are you scared?” + "I can’t believe you’re carrying my child.” please? Thanks so much!! 💕

You couldn’t believe the news. It wasn’t that it wasn’t suspected, you had been feeling different for some time now. Exhausted, nauseous, moody. You thought you’d just been bloated for god’s sake! Yet, it was still surreal. You were going to be a mother. The only problem was the father. Jaskier. You hadn’t seen the man in some time. You would say about three or four months had passed since you had last seen him and been coupled with him in bed. 

He often passed through your town, singing songs and making the patrons of the bar you worked at laugh and hoot long into the night. You were always, or mostly happy to have him. He used to get into a lot of trouble, always following women and men he shouldn’t be and trying to get them to spend a night with him. Jaskier was easy to love but he was still a rascal.

Thankfully, he had focused his eye on someone who belonged to no one. You. The flirtations had been light and silly and they put a smile on your face. You could remember it like it was yesterday. 

“Are you new around here? I’d never forget such a beautiful face,” He’d said impishly, winking as you laughed aloud, sliding his ale to him. 

“We see each other every time you come in Jaskier, if you can’t remember me, you are drinking too much,” You couldn’t help but giggle at his antics. He was handsome and childish but charming all the same. 

“No such thing as drinking too much my lady!” Jaskier had grinned, settling in a stool in front of you, which you knew was quite unusual for him. After performing until his voice was hoarse he would typically venture around the room until some maiden or man had him wrapped around their finger. You were convinced Jaskier fell in love at least once a day.

It was some time later, the room had thinned considerably. Your feet were aching and you were about to take your leave when Jaskier grabbed your wrist across the bar top. You were expecting his voice to be slurred, trying to think of how many drinks he’d had but if memory served you well, he had only had one. 

Instead, his voice and eyes were as clear as a bell and he asked quietly, “Come with me to my room?” 

You don’t know what had possessed you. Jaskier’s touch had been gentle on your wrist, fingers calloused from playing. Maybe that had been all it took, a kind touch. Or maybe it was the way his eyes pleaded with yours, a soft expression that you hadn’t ever been witness to before. Either way, no matter the reason, you had found yourself nodding. 

Jaskier had been a generous lover, muttering praises against your skin as he brought you to the edge and pushed you over it time and time again. By the time the both of you were too tired to go on, all you could think of was the his skin felt against yours and how the only word you knew was his name. 

When you’d woken up, he’d been gone. 

You hadn’t expected something like this could happen, you hadn’t tried to protect against it but you hadn’t considered the thought that you might get pregnant. It was only once, how could you get pregnant? You weren’t ready, you realized. Especially not alone. But how were you supposed to tell him? You didn’t even know where he was right now, let alone how many people he had been with since the night you two had shared.

Your heart ached at the thought of that. Jaskier had been the only one you had been intimate with since your teenage years when you had been far more wild and free loving. 

You had been on auto pilot since realizing you were pregnant. You wiped at a used table absentmindedly but you were snapped from your various thoughts when a familiar voice burst through the doors, singing of a Witcher, of all things. Your head whipped in his direction and you paled considerably. A woman you worked with, Amelia, noticed and went to your side immediately, rubbing your arm soothingly. 

“Alright?” She asked, giving you a worried look. Amelia had quite a few kids of her own and she had been the first person you had talked to about the news. You were lucky to have her support. You clung to her and nodded, swallowing down the sudden bile that rose in your throat at the shocking events. 

“‘Sorry, yes I’m fine,” You reassured. 

“You do what is best for you, Y/N, and everything will be okay,” She gave you a bit of advice. It helped you considerably. This whole time you had been wondering what to do about Jaskier, how the baby would feel if they didn’t know their father. You realized, you didn’t want to be without their father but not just because you weren’t ready to be a parent alone. 

You had dreamt of Jaskier more than once since that night. He had always been so kind to you. Warm and sweet and never failing to bring a smile to your face. You had fallen in love, you realized. You took a deep breath and went behind the bar top, watching as the clueless father of your child leaped around, asking patrons to toss a coin to a witcher. You smiled into one of the cups you were drying. He had such a presence about him.

You were disappointed however when at the end of his charades he didn’t sit at the bar. Instead he went to the back, taking his place across from a hulking figure with piercing eyes a scowl on their face. My god, You thought, It’s actually a Witcher.

You hadn’t been expecting Jaskier’s ballad to be true but here you were witnessing this dangerous friend, dare you say, of his. 

“She’s been staring at you all night,” Geralt growled to the jovial man in front of him. Jaskier wasn’t ready to look. He had quite honestly been avoiding you since arriving. He had been pleased when Geralt had decided to stop here on their way to another town plagued by some creature only a Witcher could handle. It was a nice break and he felt oddly at home here.

He knew part of that was due to you. You always gave him the brightest smiles, cheered him on the loudest and laughed the hardest at his antics. The night he had spent with you had been one he would never forget, nor would he spoil the memory by being with anyone else. He had flirted around, tried to get his mind off of you, but he had failed miserably. Any time Jaskier had gotten close to being with another, you had flashed in his mind, beautiful and bare as the moonlight had lit up your features as you writhed beneath him. 

It took everything in him not to go to you and kiss you. “I know she has,” He croaked as he drank more. “I can’t explain to her why I left. I don’t even know why I left,” 

“Because you were scared, presumably,” Geralt said dryly.

“Fuck off,” Jaskier said grumpily. It was probably the first time the Witcher had seen his companion in such a state. 

“Go talk to her,” 

“No, you go talk to her,” 

“Alright,” Geralt said, standing swiftly. Jaskier watched as the white haired brute he had come to care for slightly, swaggered over to you, asking for another pint. He hoped that Geralt would come back but after a moment, he slid into a bar stool, the same one Jaskier had sat at some months ago. 

You gulped with the imposing man made his way to you. You had been staring unabashedly at Jaskier and supposed you made his friend uncomfortable with your unending gazes. 

“Another,” He simply sad and you nodded, getting him a drink. You didn’t notice as his golden eyes widened considerably. You weren’t overwhelmingly large yet but he could still see a hefty bump taking up your midsection when the rest of you was decently small. It was clear to him you were with child. 

“How far along?” Geralt nodded to your stomach as you blushed, eyes dodging his. He could feel Jaskier absolutely burning a hole in the side of his head. 

“Couple months, I believe. I feel silly, thought I was just bloated,” You laughed airily but he could sense the nervousness in your voice. 

“Father not around?” You winced, eyes making an imperceptible dash to Jaskier before you were looking back to Geralt, shrugging. 

“You could say that,” Your voice was quiet and you cleared your throat. “What brings you here, Witcher?” You asked to change the subject. 

“Just passing through,” 

“A-and the bard?” You stuttered. “Is he passing through as well?” 

“I think that depends?” 

“On?” You asked, interest piqued. 

“If you two ever gather the nerve to speak to one another,” Geralt said, becoming tired with the way you were both avoiding each other. 

You blushed another shade of red. “I don’t wish to be intrusive, but he’s been talking my ear off about you since we got to this town. I don’t think he is going to do anything though so I thought I’d come talk to you,” 

“He talked about me?” You sounded surprised. 

“Too much, in my opinion. I’m sure you’re lovely but he never shuts up,” Geralt said more lightheartedly and you giggled. 

“Thank you, Witcher.” You said.

“For?”

“Helping me realized what I must do,” 

You went to Amelia and she gave you leave for the night. She understood that this was important to you and she wouldn’t complain if she made some extra money in tips while you spoke to Jaskier. Geralt walked with you back to the table. Jaskier’s back was still turned to you.

“What did she say?” Jaskier asked, turning around as he saw Geralt’s looming shadow pass over his table. His words died in his throat however as he saw you, smiling gently. Your cheeks were rosy and you seemed to glow. “Oh,” He croaked.

“I have quite a lot to say, I’m afraid,” You said and Jaskier’s eyes were trailing down your full bosom to the bump that he couldn’t unsee. 

“You mean-?” Jaskier choked, gesturing between you and him, lost for words for once in his life. Geralt took his leave and you settled across from Jaskier. “And you’re sure that I- that I’m it’s um... That I am the-” He was having a terribly time and you understood how he felt. 

You nodded and let Jaskier process what you were now admitting. Jaskier was the father, undoubtedly. “I haven’t been with anyone since you,” You admitted and Jaskier’s heart jumped gleefully at that. 

"I can’t believe you’re carrying my child.” Jaskier sighed out the same time you blurted out,  “I love you.”

Jaskier settled into silence but soon your words caught up to him. It was as if he hadn’t heard you and then all of a sudden your voice had traveled through his ears. “You what?” He asked and you winced.

“It’s as true as the fact that I am with child, Jaskier. I have loved you for some time, even before we- well you know,” For some reason you were embarrassed. You hadn’t really ever felt love towards someone before, infatuation you had, lust certainly, but not love. It was a rare and beautiful thing and Jaskier had been the one to bring it out in you. “I-I know you might not feel the same but I-” 

“I'm going to marry you someday.” Jaskier interrupted.

Now it was your turn as you gaped at him. “You what?” He laughed breathlessly. 

“I felt the same, still feel the same. Geralt was right, I left the morning after we had spent the night together because I was scared. When I woke you looked so serene. The sun was on your face and you were curled up against me and I knew right then that I would never be able to be with another again. A-and I havent, in case you’ve been wondering. I couldn’t, not after I was with you.” Jaskier’s words melted your heart. 

“And if we are going to be having a child,” He continued, “Then I want to marry you someday and raise that child,” 

“Do you promise me that you wish to raise this child because of love and not because of responsibility?” You asked, suddenly stern. You would not let a moment’s decision brew resentment in the future.

Jaskier took your hands in his and marveled at the warmth and familiarity. You felt like peace and home. He hadn’t had a home in quite some time. “I can promise you that, Y/N,” Jaskier said and you had never seen him look so honest. You let yourself smile. 

There was a lot about the future neither of you were ready to think about quite yet, even outside of this moment. Would Jaskier leave with the Witcher? Would you marry soon or after the birth of the child? 

There were many unknowns. But for now, you were both content as you held hands in a crowded inn, knowing that you loved each other. 

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I saw that you do headcanons now. What are some kinky headcanons you have for Jask? I’d really like to know. I absolutely love your fics that delve into the d/s stuff. They’re brilliant and so well done.

Ooh good question! I’m borrowing this alphabet format from Joz in an attempt to be thorough

Disclaimer: these are just my headcanons, my opinions, they do not reflect the fandom at large or canon

 A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Caring and nurturing. He provides some form of aftercare after sex even if it wasn’t kink related at all, making sure they’re cleaned up and comfortable. Most of his partners haven’t been ones where they or he could spend the night but he still tries to make sure he leaves them satisfied in every way. I think he’s very tender in general and if he isn’t too tired out he pens some notes down for his next song.

B -Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I mean, listen, if he doesn’t really enjoy his chest and its abundance of hair he has a funny way of coping with insecurity so I’m gonna say he likes it. I think his favorite part of his partner changes with the partner (he enjoys finding little unique things about each person whether it’s freckles or an interesting birthmark or scar etc.) but I see him being a fan of a nice ass and a pretty mouth on any gender.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He tries not to come inside of his partners for obvious pregnancy reasons with uterus-possessing partners and also because it feels too intimate for his casual dalliances (even though yes he loves them he also feels that’s just not really a thing you do unless that is Your Person). He likes to finish on his partner both to spare the sheets (easy cleanup and easier to hide from jealous husbands) and because he does like how his partner looks when they’re panting, covered in sweat and come. He swallows.

D - Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

On one very memorable day he slept with both a person and their parent in the same 24-hour period. Separate, not together (ew) and neither party ever found out and he intends to keep it that way

E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Jaskier is sufficiently experienced but always eager to get more practice in. He is very adept at pleasing many different bodies but that doesn’t make him cocky. He sees each partner as a new experience and doesn’t assume he knows how to please them just because he’s pleased others. This is one of the reasons he is such a very good partner.

F - Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Strongly swayed by what his partner likes but I see him enjoying the humble missionary position. Not as kinky as people may expect but he likes the intimacy and the ability to look into his partner’s eyes.

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He weaves between the two. He knows that sex is a dialogue and he follows it as it goes, staring deeply into someone’s eyes one moment and giggling with them in the next.

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

As I said, Jaskier really enjoys intimacy. He likes to focus on his partner and get lost in the feeling without thinking about consequences (hence the courtly reputation)

J- Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

I don’t picture him doing this much. He’s on the road a lot and Geralt has that damned witcher hearing. Also I think Jaskier enjoys another person’s body more than his hand and he is cocky enough to know that he can get that companionship if he wants it. He has been known to enjoy mutual masturbation.

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)

While Jaskier is a romantic I think he also enjoys being dominant. Those two things are opposing roles by any means but I guess I’m just saying it’s not all rose petals and it’s also leather paddles ya feel?

L - Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He enjoys getting to do it in a bed because I think usually he just gets what he gets where he gets it (again thinking of jealous husbands/courtly reputation) but he also enjoys getting creative. It’s like a brain puzzle. We’re in this barn and I Must Have You and sure we could do it on the ground but what if we stacked those haybales just so…

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

A stiff breeze?

But actually, I think Jaskier gets really turned on by competence. A person can be lovely but if they’re lovely AND adept at something (even something not having anything whatsoever to do with sex) he really likes that. And the show off in him goes “well let me show you what I do!” Also wit. He trades in words and enjoys some banter.

N - NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)                                 

I don’t think there’s much he wouldn’t do. I don’t see him being into degradation with his partners, giving or receiving. I also think he is decidedly against knife play after the Djinncident

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Jaskier loves to go down on his partners. It’s an understood thing that it will be a part of sex unless his partner doesn’t want it. He also really enjoys receiving but I think giving just edges it out in preference

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

All over the board. Usually sex with Jaskier is going to go through a few speeds unless pressed for time or intentionally stretching things out to tease his partner.

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Jaskier is the undisputed master of the quickie thanks to experience but he prefers to take his time.

R - Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Absotively Posilutely

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

I think he has decent stamina and if he has the time to go more than one round during the refractory period he’s still doing something with/to his partner even if it’s just a massage or making out

T - Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Slipping into Modern!AU here because of course they had toys back in the day but I’m horrified at even the potential concept of splinters There. Yes, Jaskier enjoys toys and uses them on himself and on his partner and has toys his partners use on him (I’m talkin’ ‘bout the strap, lads). He invests a decent amount in quality toys and has a good sampling, some for more special occasions and some used regularly. He has some toys that are like his staple ingredients he will make sure to stock back up on when it dies (a good clitoral stimulating vibrator, for example). Also he has strong opinions about what you do and do not use to tie people up. You do not use handcuffs which can cause actual damage. Instead you use bondage tape or rope designed for it. Perhaps a tie, though that’s still not ideal.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

So Very Much

He is a cheeky little bastard and he loves to make you beg for it

V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

I think Jaskier is quiet, mostly whispering and muttering under his breath through most of it (again, somewhat learned through necessity) but he can be provoked to be louder if someone really works at it and he feels safe

W - Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Jaskier never asks his partner to do something he wouldn’t do and he won’t do anything to them that he wouldn’t want them to do to him in return unless they have a specific fetish he isn’t about but is willing to engage with

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Maybe a controversial opinion but I think our boy is a bit of a sex drive camel. He goes decent stretches sometimes without having much opportunity for it and I think he can be sustained for a bit after a really good night. He would prefer to do it more often but it’s not something that drives him to distraction, if that makes sense.

Z - ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I think Jaskier stays awake until his partner falls asleep, or at least tries to just in case they need something.

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love love love the idea of kicking of 2021 with some positivity! could I get a 🎉& a creations rate? 💜

thanks!! i love it too 😊 i want to jump into 2021 with a smile!!! 

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favorite recent creation: so i remember you had posted about the coloring and this gifset came together so beautifully!!! it looks so so pretty wowie

have a happy new year!!! 💛💛

want one?

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i loved the new witcher season

immediate thoughts as it sets in :

i absolutely love how geralt and yennefer played out. i don’t love them as a monogamous couple. yen has betrayed geralt’s trust. they’re relationship is now non romantic, centered around parenting ciri. i love that for them. it’s definitely where they need to be to be healthy

WHY COULDNT THEY LET JASKIER BE A HERO?!??obviously mans ain’t going to be saving the day. but i was LIVING for his and yen’s buddying friendship and build trust. i adore their relationship dynamic and the way they came together in season 2. i was so fucking hype when yen pulled him aside to help w/ the potion. all he needed to do was pass of the fucking amber to geralt i’m not even sure yet how that was relevant, but that was his part to play in protecting ciri -apparently- and i would’ve loved to see it

i don’t appreciate how the breakup was handled. i loved how the jail scene went. jaskier’s “i’m talking, this is how it works now” was beautiful. him caving @ geralt saying i need help, bc that’s significant from geralt. but we know geralt doesn’t appreciate jaskier (as he should), he got jaskier bc he was in a bad place because of him. but the season gave us nothing in way of showing jaskier’s (true) value. all i wanted was a moment of him being instrumental, a moment of geralt //actually// needing him.

if i were given a rewrite, i would probably keep everything the same, but in the last ep, jaskier does something surprising to save ciri.

actually. all he needed to do was pass of the jasper whilst looking geralt in the eyes. the whole thing about righting wrongs / warmth and balance helped unlock the emotional aspect of the solution. that’s definitely the role jaskier holds in geralt’s life. he should have been outside w/ ciri, geralt, and yennifer. we all know he’s the emotionally inept aspect of the group, that his presence should be an emotional tether, for the group, but especially ciri

[fandomshatepeopleofcolor]

This ended up long. Yen is complicated. She def makes mistakes but lmao she doesnt want a baby because "its a new experience". She's looking for someone to love her unconditionally + agency. You know, the important thing about having choices. "She can adopt" ya thats why she+Ciri are mother-daughter. the series/journey just started its gonna take a while. But she's gonna be Ciri's mother & I better hear "mother" as often as I see in the books when it comes to it. More even. & the pivotal character moment for Yen when she calls Ciri "My daughter" + the iconique "I want to be known as Cirilla of Vengerberg, daughter of Yennefer" when Ciri rejects two of the most powerful sorceresses aside from Yen. But lets dive into Yen being a sorceress. Yen is born a hunchback. Her father detested + abused her from birth due to this. She felt absolutely trapped & powerless in her position then felt the loss of care her mother had for her. But Yen has a rare gift for magic so she was enticed w the idea of Tissaia caring for her+the power a sorceress has. Both magically + politically & the ability to remove what she feels is a source of her suffering & loss of love: her looks. to note in the books 1-infertility is the result of magic damaging their reproductive systems 2-all sorceresses traditionally remove their physical deformaties thru magic. There are rare instances where sorceress don't become infertile but Yen falls into the common there. The series changes this to when u take on the initiation rites instead of it being a product of magic usage - felt it could have been a talk on how women are being made to choose between the empowerment that working to support yourself has vs desires of having a family and Yen is a culmination of "if u want both u can have both actually". Either way Yen went after what she wanted: love & agency in the manner that she believed she could get it: thru working hard on her magic. Not unlike being brainwashed on eurocentric ideas of beauty only to later realize its societal norm thats wrong not u (except empowering urself is valid). She realizes that she doesnt actually get true acceptance & love & still has to live in the world that follows the whims of men in spite of the individual power she has. So she starts to think to have true unconditional love she needed her blood+flesh child. Adoption is not an oftentimes course of action as adoption services are probably not prominent. This is where we find her in the story. THEN Ciri comes barrelling into her + Geralt's life w her unconditional love & Yen takes her under her wing & realizing she can have it all & loving Ciri as her own daughter while Ciri loves Yen as her mother. Geralt also loves her knowing she's a hunchback so everything society has taught her about her "unworthiness" is disproven by them. The unconditional love Geralt + Ciri give her is equal to the love she has for them in return. All their journeys to finding & accepting true love & care in a society that seems intent to push them down is culminated in this found family. imo that's whats so empowering about that story: unlearning all the bullshit of society & finding true love & acceptance & support  thru the help of the destiny one had the agency to continually choose, thru the family that chose each other. They were destined to be together because of the choices they made. Geralt is not an unemotional monster, Yen is not a crazed sorceress, Ciri is not just a means to more power. They should have agency to choose their destiny, they are each other's choices & they can have unconditional love and support & they find that in each other. You can pry this found family from the Witcher books' statue hands. Jaskier is cool but Yen's journey will forever be my favourite and so is her relationship with Ciri (and when Geralt and Yen act petty) Though honestly I'm only watching the series for Anya and my gay heart because the very good moments in the books that I like don't feel as emotional on the screen except for Anya's parts.

[jaskierswolf]

You Set My Heart Ablaze (18/25)

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It was ten o clock on a Monday morning and Jaskier was still in bed.

He was in heaven.

He woke up naturally and peered at his phone, the numbers were blurry without his glasses but he could just about make it out. He smiled and hugged his phone to his chest before turning back over and pulling the covers over his head.

He fucking loved the school holidays.

He didn’t fall back asleep but his bed was just the perfect temperature and he wasn’t ready to get up yet. He could stay in bed all day if he wanted to, and the idea was incredibly tempting. His bliss only lasted another ten minutes before his bladder betrayed him. He sighed and felt around for his glasses before turning on the light. After he’d finished up in the bathroom, shower and all, he decided it was probably time for breakfast. He pulled on a fresh pair of boxers and his dressing gown before shuffling into the kitchen. After a few minutes of deliberation he decided that pancakes were on the menu.

He’d been tempted by waffles but his waffle iron tucked away in the back of a cupboard and he honestly couldn’t be bothered to find it. So pancakes it was. He knew the recipe off by heart so it didn’t take long to whip up some batter. He peered at the mixture once it was finished and then dived straight back into his cupboards. It was the holidays and he wanted chocolate chips. He’d earned chocolate chips, it had been a hell of a term.

His relationship with Geralt had been all over the place and he felt liked he’d just gotten off one of those crazy rollercoasters. Between the fire and their sort of break up and then that rather splendid hour wrapped up in Geralt’s arms.

Fuck.

It had been better than Jaskier had ever imagined. Unfortunately, in his post-sex daze he’d forgotten about the broken glass on the floor and Geralt had ended up having to pull shards of glass from his feet. The care with which the fireman had bandaged his feet had astounded him. For such a large man, Geralt was capable of being extremely gentle. Jaskier had been incredibly grateful that they’d already yelled out confessions of love, because the way Geralt had looked at him whilst he cleaned and bandaged the wounds and been all too much for his poor heart.

They’d promised to avoid each other until summer now which was just heartbreaking but Jaskier had said himself, he couldn’t pretend that he didn’t love Geralt. He’d always worn his heart on his sleeve and he knew that anyone would take one look at them together and just know the truth of his feelings.

It hurt, but it was necessary. They knew it was necessary.

“Bollocks!” He yelled into the empty apartment.

It wasn’t fair.

Why did he never have any luck in long term relationships?

The smell of burning pancakes hit his nose. “Oh shit! Cock!” He pulled the pan off the hob but it was too late. The first pancake was burnt.

“Fuck’s sake.” He growled.

He snapped a photo of the burnt breakfast and sent it to Geralt

J —This is your fault xxx

He didn’t expected the fireman to reply straight away, if at all, after all they’d promised to stop talking to each other until summer.

And yet, before he’d even picked up the next spoonful of batter, his phone had buzzed.

G — How is that my fault?

Jaskier beamed.

J — I was too busy thinking about the other night. xxx

He sighed happily as he watched the batter in the pan carefully. It was slowly starting to bubble and Jaskier was getting ready with his spatula to flip the pancake when his phone buzzed again. He groaned and stared intently at the pan. He could not answer it. He could not look at it. He was cooking!

His phone buzzed again.

“Oh cock!” He quickly flipped the pancake and scrambled for his phone.

G — Sounds like a you problem.

— Sorry I didn’t put any kisses.

Jaskier laughed and began to type.

J — Save them for summer, dear heart. I’ll make an IOU. xxx

Geralt didn’t reply immediately this time which was excellent news for his pancakes. He finished up the rest of the pile and then pulled out a tub of cookies and cream ice-cream from his freezer. Once he was done, he held the plate up and took a selfie with his creation to send to Geralt.

J — I finished it! No thanks to you, darling! xxx

Jaskier ate his breakfast happily. He fucking loved the school holidays. After breakfast he could go back to bed and watch television or read a book or just have a nap! He ran a hand through his damp hair whilst he considered his options. Maybe he could ring Pris and see if they could have a composing session. They hadn’t been in the studio in a while and he was itching to get something recorded. He’d been composing like crazy over the last week. Apparently getting fucked by the love of your life really did wonders for your motivation.

The sugar was already beginning to kick in by the time he’d finished his breakfast and he was singing happily around the last few mouthfuls of pancake. He could barely contain the energy rush as his leg began to bounce under the table. He was halfway through the washing up, singing and dancing as he went, when his phone buzzed again.

He shook the bubbles from his hands and patted them dry on his dressing gown.

G — You wear glasses?

Jaskier was about to respond but Geralt was still typing and beat him to it.

— They suit you.

— A lot.

Jaskier grinned at Geralt’s flurry of messages, unbelievably he was still typing. He considered replying to put Geralt out of his misery but honestly he was enjoying this too much.

— Are you cooking naked?

— Fuck. Hang on.

Jaskier’s phone began to ring in his hands and he laughed as he answered. “Are you ok, darling?”

Geralt growled on the other end of the line.

“If I’d known you would react like this to my glasses I would have worn them months ago!” He giggled.

“It’s not just the glasses.” Geralt grumbled.

“Oh?”

“The dressing gown, your hair, your stupid face.” Geralt continued.

“My dressing gown?” Jaskier asked incredulously. His dressing gown was the fluffy cosy sort and probably one of the least sexy things in his wardrobe. “Oh and hang on! My stupid face?! I thought you liked my face!” He absolutely did not shriek.

“You look cute.” Geralt admitted quietly. “Like you’ve just woken up, all disheveled and soft.”

“I have just woken up.” Jaskier replied slowly not really understanding Geralt’s point.

He heard a long drawn out sigh on the other end of the line. “I wish I was there with you, waking up, making pancakes.”

“Are the pancakes before or after morning sex?” Jaskier teased as he hopped up to sit on the kitchen counter.

Geralt grumbled something unintelligible on the other end of the phone.

“What was that, dear heart?” Jaskier laughed, oh he was having far too much fun with this.

“I’m at work.” Geralt muttered. “Stop laughing at me!”

“Oh but darling, you make it too easy.” Jaskier giggled.

Geralt was silent whilst Jaskier got over his laughing fit.

“After.” He spoke softly, in a low husky voice that made Jaskier feel things.

“W-what?” He stammered.

“The pancakes, would be after.” Geralt practically purred in his ear and Jaskier almost fell of the kitchen counter.

“Geralt!” Jaskier whined. “I thought you were at work.”

Geralt laughed. “You started it.”

“Yes, true but we can’t finish it!” He pouted.

“Ciri is away with Yen this week, girl’s trip.” Geralt answered casually.

Too casually.

Jaskier grinned. “Dinner at your place then?”

“If you’d like.”

“Oh dearest, I would love nothing more.” Jaskier sighed wistfully. “But weren’t we supposed to be waiting until summer?”

“Fuck summer.” Geralt said succinctly.

“Rather you fuck me.” Jaskier teased. “Or I could fuck you. I am not opposed to that.”

Geralt ignored him, which was just rude! But he supposed Geralt couldn’t exactly answer that one appropriately whilst at work. Jaskier did find the idea of the fireman getting all flustered at work rather titillating, as long as Geralt never decided to turn the tables on him. He worked with children after all.

“No one needs to know. There’s no one at my house, no one at yours either. It’s a week of freedom.” Geralt’s voice was quieter now, and Jaskier heard faint voices in the background.

“Forbidden love. How exciting!” He sang. “Let me know when you’re off work, and text me your address. I’ll be there.”

“Good.”

Jaskier took a deep breath. “I really do love you, you know. I know it seems too soon and we have barely even started this relationship but I do, I love you.”

Geralt laughed quietly. “I know. You too. More than I should.” Geralt sighed. “I have to go.”

“I know.” Jaskier moaned. “But I’ll see you later, my dear.”

“Yeah. See you.”

The line went dead.

Jaskier let out a shaky breath. A whole week where he could see Geralt whenever they pleased, well when Geralt wasn’t at work at any rate. The added forbidden element of the whole affair only made it more exciting, some dark secret that only the two of them could know. He wondered when it had all gotten so out of control. When had he gone from harmlessly admiring Geralt’s god-like physique to orchestrating forbidden dates and stolen kisses whilst no one else was paying attention.

He remembered feeling floored at just the prospect of Geralt’s attention being on him.

But now that he had it.

To the gods he never wanted it to end.

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Jaskier Pankratz was inside Geralt Rivia’s house.

And the world was not on fire. There were no demons reaching up from hell ready to drag him below to their fiery depths. Stregobor wasn’t lurking around the corner like a ghost ready to hang him from the battlements for his behaviour. Philippa Eilhart wasn’t looming over him with a clipboard in her hand ready to toss him aside like she had with the others.

He peered around the living room. There were framed pictures of Ciri and Roach pinned to the wall, next to ones of a couple holding a tiny baby. Ciri’s parent’s he supposed. He’d never seen a picture of them before. There were a few photos of Geralt’s colleagues at the pub. His heart ached when he saw the photos of Geralt and Yennefer.

Fuck they were a beautiful couple.

Yennefer’s stunning violet eyes against the natural tan of her skin and raven black hair was the opposite of Geralt and his silver hair, pale skin and warm amber eyes. Together they looked like something out of a fairy tale.

He stared for too long.

Geralt cleared his throat behind him.

Jaskier turned around with a sheepish smile and pushed his glasses back up his nose. “Sorry. I’m being nosey.”

Geralt just tilted his head and smiled fondly at his antics before pulling him into a warm embrace.

Jaskier melted into Geralt’s arms. It had been just over a week since he’d seen the fireman and he had been yearning for his touch ever since.

Geralt buried his face in Jaskier’s hair and hummed contently. “You smell good.” He murmured.

Jaskier just pressed his face into the crook of Geralt’s neck, the frames of his glasses squashed against his nose and cheeks uncomfortably but he didn’t care, not in that moment. He had no intention of leaving any time soon. For once he felt calm, the restlessness that followed him day in day out ebbed away as Geralt held him close.

“You brought your guitar?” Geralt eventually broke the silence that had fallen between them.

Jaskier finally pulled back from Geralt’s chest but kept his hands on the fireman’s arms. “Lute, actually. I keep my guitar in a cupboard at school now. I can’t afford to replace it again for a while.”

Geralt guided Jaskier to the sofa gently and tugged at the strap of Jaskier’s lute case. “Play for me?”

“What?” He asked in disbelief.

He wasn’t entirely sure why he’d decided to bring his instrument along. He just knew whenever he was in the vicinity of the firefighter he was almost overwhelmed with the urge to play, to compose, to sing ballads about his eyes… amongst other things. Jaskier now had a good few rhyming couplets about the delicious curve of Geralt’s butt. That being said, he hadn’t actually expected to play, especially not at Geralt’s request.

Geralt cupped his cheek and gave him a small half smile. “I’ve never heard you play, not in person, not properly.”

Jaskier’s breath caught in his chest and gazed into Geralt’s beautiful golden eyes in awe.

How was this man even real?

Maybe this was all a dream?

Surely he didn’t deserve all of this.

He licked his lips and leaned into Geralt’s touch. “What shall I play?”

Geralt captured Jaskier’s lips in a chaste kiss. Jaskier hummed happily into the kiss that ended far too quickly. “You’re the musician. Play something that makes you happy.”

“Three things that make you happy?” Jaskier teased.

Geralt didn’t hesitate like he had all those months ago.

“You.”

“Geralt!” He whined and buried his face in the man’s chest. “You cannot say things like that!”

“Too bad.” He smirked.

“No regrets?” Jaskier asked timidly.

“None. You?” Geralt frowned.

Jaskier laughed. “My only regret is that we can’t enjoy this until the end of term.”

“Hmm.”

Jaskier gently bumped his forehead against Geralt’s “Three things, Geralt. Even my buttercups can count to three.”

“You, your smile, your eyes.” Geralt listed off, his eyes boring down into Jaskier’s. There was barely any space between them like this and every word, every breath tickled against Jaskier’s lips.

“I’m on your list three times?” He laughed breathlessly.

“Problem?” Geralt murmured.

Jaskier closed the gap between their lips and kissed Geralt, his fingers gripping onto Geralt’s biceps as the man pulled him closer.

When they pulled away they were both breathless. “No.” Jaskier whispered. “No problem.”

“Good.” Geralt laughed and stepped away, putting a wider gap between them. Jaskier pouted but let Geralt go. He didn’t want to appear too needy. “Now play for me?”

So he did. Jaskier pulled out his lute and quickly made sure his precious instrument was in tune before starting to strum on the strings. He played a new composition, it wasn’t quite finished yet but with Geralt looking at him as if he’d hung the stars and moon he couldn’t help but play the melody that escaped him whenever he thought of his silver-haired fireman.

There were no words.

Not yet.

But right now it didn’t need any. The soft sound of lute strings filled the living room. Jaskier closed his eyes as he played. He couldn’t handle the overwhelming love in his heart whenever he caught Geralt’s gaze. It was too much. Geralt was too much.

So he let himself get lost in the music. He let his fingers dance on the strings of his lute, let every note tell a story of love, of destiny, of heartbreak. He hadn’t even noticed he was crying until Geralt brushed a finger across his cheek to wipe away the tears. His eyes fluttered open and Geralt’s eyes were the only thing he could see. The rest of the world just faded away. It was Geralt and only Geralt.

Nothing else mattered in that moment.

Gods he was so gone on the man.

And by some miracle of fate, Geralt seemed to feel the same way.

Geralt gently pulled the lute from his trembling fingers and placed it carefully on the floor beside them. Jaskier half laughed and half sobbed as he lunged forward to kiss Geralt, like a starved man at a banquet.

He needed.

Gods he needed.

Geralt returned the kiss eagerly and it wasn’t long before they fell into bed together, the need to be close, to feel each other becoming too much for them. The knowledge that after this week they would be parted for months again, that the world was against them right now and they had to make use of every second that they had together until they were torn apart.

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It was half past six on a Tuesday morning and Jaskier was woken up by the alarm clock.

He groaned and buried his face in Geralt’s hair.

In Geralt’s hair?

He blinked as the man in question thumped the clock on the bedside table with a grunt before rolling onto his back and pulling Jaskier to his chest. His very naked chest. Jaskier held his breath as he let his fingers trail across the expanse of exposed marred skin. Geralt hadn’t taken his shirt off the first time they’d hooked up, after Geralt had spontaneously turned up at his flat, and last night Jaskier had found out why.

Across Geralt’s chest was a large puckered scar, the kind left behind by some serious burns. Jaskier didn’t question it and Geralt didn’t offer any explanation, they’d been too busy with other more important matters at the time but now, in the quiet of the morning, Jaskier had time to wonder.

Geralt’s hand clasped over his. “Morning.” He grumbled, his eyes were still shut but there was a faint smile on his lips.

“Hey.” Jaskier replied softly.

“I have work.” Geralt said bluntly, finally his eyes fluttered open and he looked down at Jaskier sadly.

“Yeah.” Jaskier pouted. “I gathered.”

“Could call in sick?” Geralt suggested with a twinkle in his eyes.

“We could make pancakes.” Jaskier added his voice full of longing.

Geralt hummed and rolled them over so Jaskier was on his back, looking up at the beautiful creature that he was allowed to love. Geralt brushed Jaskier’s fringe from out of his eyes and then leant down to place a lazy kiss on his lips. Jaskier let his hands thread through Geralt’s loose hair. It was knotted from where Geralt had slept on it and from Jaskier’s wandering hands the night before but Geralt didn’t complain when Jaskier’s fingers caught in the knots, he just moaned into the kiss and caught Jaskier’s bottom lip between his teeth.

The alarm clock started to beep again and Geralt groaned, rolling off of Jaskier so he could turn it off.

He sat on the side of the bed with a heavy sigh. Jaskier crawled across to sit behind him. He pressed a kiss to Geralt’s shoulder. He let his hand trail down Geralt’s arm and then rest his chin on his shoulder. “You have to go.” He stated with a sigh.

“Yeah.” Geralt grunted.

“That’s ok. Just let me get my stuff together, I should get home too. I have to sort out my lesson plans.” Jaskier couldn’t hide the disappointment in his voice.

Fuck.

When had leaving Geralt become so difficult?

Were they just in their honeymoon period?

That must be it. He remembered his relationships from college and university burning this brightly at the beginning too. The need to be in each others space constantly, every second apart like pure torture. He always hoped it would never end, but it always did. The initial spark would fade and his partners would lose interest in him. That’s all he was good for in the end, a good fuck.

Still, he was an optimist. Maybe this time would be different? He prayed to all the gods that this time would be different.

It took them a while to get dressed. Partly because every time they made eye contact they were drawn together, like there was some kind of bond between them, some kind of spell. It was as though now that they had tasted each other, now they had been allowed to touch, caress and love, it was impossible to do anything else. Eventually they were sat opposite each other at the kitchen table. Two large mugs of coffee, one black and one doused in sugar and cinnamon, were place between them. Geralt was munching on some toast but Jaskier found it difficult to eat in the mornings so he settled for watching Geralt eat.

“What are we going to tell Ciri?” He asked quietly.

Geralt froze and scowled at him. “Nothing.”

Jaskier sighed. He had expected that answer. He didn’t know why he’d gotten his hopes up for anything else. It had been said time and time again, they couldn’t date. They couldn’t love each other. They were friends.

Friends that were in love.

Or was it only lust and infatuation?

No. For Jaskier, at least, it was love. He knew love. He knew the way it made him feel. He knew the longing in his heart, the way he trembled under Geralt’s touch, the way Geralt’s very existence made him want to sing.

He had to trust that Geralt loved him too. That against all the odds they had come together.

“Nothing, yet.” Geralt amended softly, taking Jaskier’s hand in his.

Jaskier smiled sadly. “Of course, and in the summer?”

Geralt shrugged.

“Geralt.” Jaskier moaned. “Please.”

“I don’t know, Jask.” Geralt admitted.

“Are you still angry at me?” He asked quietly.

They still hadn’t really talked about the weeks when Jaskier had effectively ghosted Geralt. It was painful for both of them, for whilst Jaskier had had the right intentions, the sudden cut off of their growing and intimate friendship had acted like a knife in Geralt’s back. He was usually slow to trust, unlike Jaskier, and Jaskier’s quick and thoughtless actions had burnt away that trust.

Geralt frowned as he considered the question, a storm brewing in his gorgeous eyes. Jaskier turned his wrist and gripped Geralt’s hand so he couldn’t pull away.

“I’m not angry.” Geralt sighed. “You did it for Ciri.”

Jaskier bit his tongue so he wouldn’t interrupt Geralt.

“I’m cross at myself.” The fireman continued. “I didn’t have your strength to stay away, and now I’ve put everything at risk.”

“Geralt,” Jaskier breathed “No. You haven’t.”

“I have!” Geralt snapped. “You could lose your job, Ciri could lose her teacher, I could lose you.”

“We can be careful.” Jaskier insisted but Geralt just scoffed. “We can!”

“Is this being careful, Jask?” Geralt growled.

“Well, no. Not exactly.” Jaskier admitted. “But it’s one week of lover’s bliss whilst no one else can spy on us.”

“And then after that?” Geralt grumbled “When I see you at school? The next parent’s evening?”

“Then we will have to act.” Jaskier said stubbornly. “Staying away from you was too hard, Geralt, dear heart, please.”

“Hmm.” Geralt’s jaw was clenched and Jaskier could see the tension he was holding in his shoulders.

“I just think we should have a plan for summer. If you still want me around by then.” Jaskier said, his fingers tapping anxiously on the table.

“I will.” Geralt answered firmly.

“You can’t know that.”

“I do.” Geralt insisted.

Jaskier narrowed is eyes at Geralt and then swiped up his mug of coffee. It was too early for this. He licked his lips, the taste of coffee and cinnamon clung to them.

“Yeah well.” He hummed, not quite believing Geralt, not believing that he could be enough to hold his attention for that long.

“We’ll tell her we’re friends. Go from there.” Geralt suggested.

Jaskier glanced up at his lover through his eyelashes, not quite brave enough to full on look him in the eyes. Geralt’s gaze was unwavering as always. Melitele, the intensity of it would be the death of him one of these days.

Jaskier leaned across the table and pulled Geralt into a searing kiss that made his whole world spin.

When he pulled away he let his forehead rest against Geralt’s. “Ok, dear heart. You’ve got yourself a deal.”

“So you’ll come over tonight?” Geralt asked.

Jaskier nodded. “Or you can visit my flat. I could teach you how to play piano!”

“Hmm.” Geralt answered dryly but there was a small smile gracing his lips.

“Although,” Jaskier sang mirthfully. “I think sleeping with one of my students would be a step too far even for me.”

“Jaskier.” Geralt snapped and gently cuffed him over the back of the head.

“What?!” He laughed.

“Get out of my house, Jaskier. I have to go to work.” Geralt grumbled with an exasperated smile.

“Alright! Alright!” Jaskier downed the rest of his coffee and picked up his lute case. “I’m going, my dear, but I shall see you tonight.”

He placed a kiss on the top of Geralt’s head and ran for the door. If he was lucky there would be a bus back to his part of town soon.

He hummed happily as he skipped from the house towards the bus stop. It was going to be a brilliant week!

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