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lovelyrita1967 · 3 years

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I just needed to write some Geraskier softness... Please enjoy 💕

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Geralt made his way down the icy sidewalk as the wind bit at his ears and sharp snowflakes stung his face. He juggled the bulky bags of groceries in his arms and scowled. Jaskier and his fucking juicing.

“Ooh, are you swinging by the shop on your way home today?” Jaskier had asked that morning, batting his eyelashes.

“Hmm,” Geralt frowned in return. Jaskier knew damn well had used the last of the cream in his coffee that morning.

“Wonderful! Could you be a darling and pick me up some more celery and kale? And beets? And maybe some carrots?”

Geralt glowered at him.

“It’s just that I won’t have time. My callback audition is right after work…” Jaskier buzzed around the kitchen looking for his keys until he found them in the fruit bowl. “Thanks, you’re the best, roomie!” Jaskier squeezed Geralt’s arm and planted a kiss on his cheek before breezing out the door in a cloud of cologne and optimism.

Geralt felt his cheeks flush. This kissing thing was new. Jaskier had been his roommate for four months now, and he had always been tactile and platonically affectionate, rubbing Geralt’s shoulder when saying goodnight, or resting a hand lightly on his hip to get by in the kitchen, but this was the third time he had casually kissed him.

The first time had been a month ago, on Geralt’s birthday. Jaskier had followed up the birthday hug with a kiss on the cheek. Geralt had been surprised and flustered, but he supposed it was not that unusual on someone’s birthday.

The second time was when Geralt wasn’t feeling well. He had been lying on the couch under a blanket, and Jaskier had offered to get him some ginger ale. The next thing he knew, Jaskier’s cool hand was on his forehead, and then his soft lips were gently pressed to his hair.

And now a kiss for picking up some groceries for him… He supposed Jaskier was just getting comfortable with him. Further evidence — Jaskier had started walking around in his underwear. Geralt was trying hard not to stare… he was really just respectfully admiring the work Jaskier must have put into his long, lean body…

But Jaskier was also a bit of a disaster — constantly in a state of panic, always about to be late for something, leaving his sheet music and guitar picks absolutely everywhere, and apparently incapable of removing his clothes from the washer in any sort of timely fashion. He was also terrible at planning ahead, and now here Geralt was, in the dead of winter, juggling an armload of vegetables through a burgeoning snowstorm — vegetables whose rinds and stems Jaskier would happily let sit on the counter for weeks.

Geralt fumbled with his keys to open the front door and stopped with a jolt when he saw Jaskier sitting on the couch in the darkness.

Geralt flipped the light on and felt his stomach drop when he saw Jaskier’s face. “What’s wrong?” he asked, hastily setting the groceries down and hurrying over to the miserable form huddled against the soft cushions.

Jaskier looked up at him with huge, wet eyes. “They cancelled my callback,” he sniffled.

Great sank down next to him. “Oh, Jask… I’m sorry.” He awkwardly put an arm around Jaskier’s shoulders.

“They said they were going in another direction.” He turned and rested his head on Geralt’s shoulder with a hiccupping breath.

Jaskier’s hair tickled Geralt’s cheek. He put his other arm around Jaskier and let the man’s warm weight settle on him.

Then Jaskier took a deep breath and melted even further onto Geralt’s chest. His tongue frozen, Geralt just held him a little tighter.

They were quiet for a minute and Geralt let Jaskier’s scent wash over him. Still a trace of his cologne from the morning — spicy pepper and citrusy lemon with notes of orange blossom — but also the rich aroma of coffee beans from work, and something else warm and inviting.

The wetness of a tear trickled down Geralt’s neck. “Shhh,” he found himself saying, his hands circling Jaskier’s back.

Jaskier sniffled again, and Geralt felt arms sliding around him.

“Why doesn’t anyone want me, Geralt?” Jaskier asked in a small voice. Geralt felt a wave of anger rolling over him. The kind of anger that made him want to kick down a door and demand to know who exactly had made this sweet, talented, gentle man cry.

But he closed his eyes and breathed in Jaskier again. “Fuck ‘em,” Geralt rumbled, his lips so close to Jaskier’s neck. “If someone doesn’t want you, they’re an idiot.”

Jaskier sat up a little and pulled back to look at Geralt, arms still around him. They were only inches apart. “Do you mean that?” His bright blue eyes searched Geralt’s.

Geralt felt a stab of realization in his chest. Because he really did fucking mean that. He leaned forward and let his lips touch Jaskier’s. Jaskier gasped softly and Geralt wondered for a split second if he’d made a mistake, but then Jaskier’s hand was threading through his hair and he was kissing him back. Fervently.

Geralt groaned and pulled Jaskier right onto his lap. He held tight onto him, one hand grabbing his ass to pull him closer, the other sliding up under his rumpled t-shirt. Jaskier sighed happily into Geralt’s mouth and his hand cupped Geralt’s cheek.

They finally broke apart, panting, just when Geralt was starting to feel truly dizzy.

Jaskier’s eyes were shining. “Do you want me, Geralt?” he whispered, fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps down Geralt’s neck.

Geralt licked his swollen lips. “Yes,” he said simply, and took Jaskier’s mouth with his own again.

“Good,” Jaskier breathed as Geralt’s lips found their way to his neck. “Guess I have to thank those assholes now.”

Geralt nuzzled at his jaw. “Hmm… thank them for me too.”

Geralt tasted Jaskier’s laughter as their lips met again.

His coffee cream would spoil. Worth it.

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lovelyrita1967 · 3 years

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Lucky✨

Geralt closed his eyes and groaned inwardly as his table emptied. Icebreaker. Of course. He fucking hated icebreakers. Why did every conference he went to these days insist he talk to his fellow attendees before they got to the interesting part?

With a deep sigh he cracked his eyes open and looked around, knowing that he would once again be forced to pair up with another person who had shown up without friends or even casual acquaintances to latch onto. But before he could take stock of the people milling around him, a lanky, brown-haired man crashed into the chair next to him.

“Please go with me!” he whispered furiously, learning forward to grab Geralt’s hand and shake it vigorously. His hand was warm and firm, with long, elegant fingers. “I’m Jaskier,” the man continued loudly, blinking vibrant blue eyes at him. “And you are?”

Geralt stared blankly at the hopeful smile on Jaskier’s face. Then he noticed a tall, older man with a receding hairline, puffy beard, and sour expression hovering behind Jaskier.

Jaskier was still shaking his hand, waiting for him to say something. Anything.

“Uh...Geralt,” he finally managed. Those eyes were so blue.

Jaskier’s face shone with the most dazzling smile Geralt had ever seen. “A pleasure to meet you, Geralt.”

His name fell from those lips like a poem.

“So,” Jaskier continued, finally withdrawing his hand. “I believe we are supposed to share the worst job we’ve ever had.” He glanced over his shoulder furtively and visibly relaxed when he saw the bearded man disappearing through the crowd. Geralt expected Jaskier to make his excuses and disappear as well, but instead he turned back and smiled again. “That’s an easy one for me, but would you like to go first?”

“Um, no,” Geralt replied, flustered. “You go.”

“Well…” Jaskier said, then paused dramatically as he poured himself a glass of water from the jug in the middle of the table. “I am a musician, you see, so I may have spent a summer dressed as a clown performing at birthday parties for tiny, evil humans.”

Geralt found himself chuckling, which, as a rule, he did not do. “Cute.”

“No, it really wasn’t. Picture this: it’s 38 degrees out, approaching 104 under my bright orange clown wig, my makeup is melting down my neck, and I’m forced to sing ‘Baby Shark’ seventeen times while the demons shriek, and the spoiled birthday boy spills lemonade on my guitar and demands I get him some more.”

Geralt rumbled a low laugh again. “You win.”

“Oh?” Jaskier arched an eyebrow with a wicked smile. “You concede the title that easily?”

Geralt’s heart was beating unusually quickly. He nodded, his mouth too dry to speak. He reached for his glass and took a mouthful.

Jaskier’s tongue darted out and moistened his lips. “Come now, Geralt. You must at least have a contender.”

“Um, I…” Goddamn it, am I blushing? “One time in university I was totally broke and I… I did some modelling…” Yup, blushing.

Jaskier’s eyes swept up and down Geralt's figure. His lips quirked. “I can believe that.” He cleared his throat and shifted, picking up his water glass. “Was modelling really so awful?” He took a sip.

“Well… it was nude.”

Jaskier choked on his water, spraying some onto Geralt’s pants. He coughed and sputtered, putting his glass down and reaching for a napkin.

“Oh my gods, I am so sorry…” Jaskier rasped, blotting at Geralt’s pants with a tiny, useless cocktail napkin.

“It’s okay…” Geralt watched Jaskier’s hands on his thighs. “I’m not that wet.”

Jaskier coughed again, no doubt some residual water in his windpipe. “Nude, you say?” he said in a strangled voice, giving up on the blotting.

“For an art class… sketching… the human form…” Geralt realized he was not speaking in complete sentences. “Wasn’t so bad, just… awkward… and cold… and hard not to move… I just did it one time.”

“Mmm. No doubt a day forever etched in the memories of those fortunate students.”

Geralt hadn’t blushed this much in his entire life, but he was saved from having to reply by the emcee asking people to return to their seats. “Well…” he looked at Jaskier, wondering why there was an ache of disappointment in his chest.

“Yes. I’d better go.” Jaskier nodded and stood. “Thanks for rescuing me. That guy wasn’t taking no for an answer at the hotel bar last night. And… sorry about your pants.”

Geralt nodded back. “No problem. For both.” He rubbed at a damp patch on his thigh.

Jaskier smiled softly. “See you ‘round, Geralt.”

Geralt watched him go with a pang. It’s a three-day conference, he consoled himself. It was massive, but… he might see Jaskier again, if he was lucky.

Jaskier was sitting somewhere far behind him in the huge hall, so when the opening keynote began, Geralt couldn’t sneak any glances his way. It was with a jolt when he stood up at the lunch break and Jaskier appeared next to him.

His hands fiddled with the strap of his laptop bag. “Can I buy you lunch?” Jaskier gave him a shy, hopeful smile.

Geralt felt his heart flutter. “It’s included.”

“Well, then, aren’t I lucky?”

“No,” Geralt tilted his head. “I am.”

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If you liked this, you can check out my other Geraskier romcoms (or smut or other rare pairs) here on AO3. 💕💕💕

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lovelyrita1967 · 3 years

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Surprise 🎉

Jaskier’s hands went up reflexively, and the closing door pushed him up against Geralt’s chest, fingers splayed across miraculous pecs. Geralt’s back was pressed against the shelves and his hands came to rest on Jaskier’s waist. Their eyes met, only inches apart.

This is a Meet Cute Trapped in a Closet (T, 2.1K), can I get a hell yeah 🔥

Here it is on AO3. This is for the one and only @chaotic-bard 💕💕💕

Thank you to the best beta in the world @oxbridge-quality-fanfiction-co 😘

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lovelyrita1967 · 3 years

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Birthday Cake 🎂

Summary: What can I say except Geralt and Jaskier are horny and in love and have hot sex in a closet during a party.

Note: This excerpt is rated M and has been slightly edited for Tumblr. The fic is rated E and is for adults only.

Click here to go straight to AO3 (E, 2K)

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“Jaskier?” Geralt stuck his head into their walk-in and smiled, seeing Jaskier shirtless and bent over, digging through the pile of clothes on the floor that he seemed incapable of hanging up.

“Geralt!” Jaskier jumped and straightened up, hand on his hairy chest. “You scared me!”

Geralt stepped inside the closet and shut the door behind him.

“Lambert spilled his drink on me, I was just… what are you doing?” Jaskier eyed the lube in Geralt’s hand and closed door with amusement.

“Looking for you…” In one stride Geralt was on him. He pushed Jaskier up against the shelves, lips hard on his. His tongue slipped into Jaskier’s mouth. He tasted like rum, spicy and warm.

“Mmmmm,” Jaskier purred happily into Geralt’s mouth, his tongue eagerly responding. He dropped the shirt he had been holding and slid his arms around Geralt, kissing him back fervently.

Geralt’s lips slid down Jaskier’s jaw to his neck, nipping and pulling at the soft skin there.

“Ahh...” Jaskier gasped happily. Then he pressed his hands against Geralt’s chest. “Geralt… we can’t… the party…”

Geralt pushed his nose under Jaskier’s ear and took a deep breath. His hands roamed Jaskier’s bare skin. “When I left, Lambert and Renfri were up on the coffee table pouring shots directly into people’s mouths. No one will notice.”

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Here it is on AO3!

Sweet header by @bardlingb 💕

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lovelyrita1967 · 4 years

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Wrong Number

I’ve been thinking about you all night.

Geralt: Who is this?

You know who this is.

Geralt: I really don’t.

I want to feel your fingertips trailing down my spine... You have such beautiful fingers.

Geralt: You’ve got the wrong number.

And your hands are so strong.

Geralt: Tell me who you are or I’m not responding anymore.

I’ll give you a hint… I saw you at the university today. I was watching you while you worked.

Geralt: This is creepy as shit.

I’ll give you another hint.

[Picture of six-pack abs and a dusting of dark hair leading down to the waistband of grey “Oxenfurt” sweats]

Geralt: How did you get my number?

My sources are confidential.

Geralt: That’s fucked up.

Don’t be angry, beautiful. I just can’t stop thinking about you.

Geralt: There’s no way anyone would know my number unless they went into my file in HR.

Wait, what?

Geralt: Who is this?

Is this not Valdo?

Geralt: No.

Oh shit. I am so sorry. Wrong number.

Geralt: Tell me who this is.

My name is Jaskier. I was just messing with this talentless wastrel from school who panders to the taste of the masses and thinks he’s hot shit. I guess I got the number wrong.

This is confusing though - you were at Oxenfurt today?

Geralt: Yeah, doing electrical work.

Holy shit. Do you have long white hair?

Geralt: Yes… how did you know that?

I actually did see you today. You were in the music building. Fuck. You do have strong hands.

Sorry. This is awkward.

Geralt: Was that picture really you?

Yes.

Do you want another?

Geralt: …

Geralt: ...

Geralt: Yes

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I got a wrong number text and @purpleonionofsex suggested turning it Geraskier so this is for her. <3

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lovelyrita1967 · 4 years

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That smile.

Geralt couldn’t stop looking at that smile.

It was late into his shift and his shoulders and neck were aching. The bar was more crowded than usual for a Thursday night, packed with dickhead tourists and giggling swarms of young women flexing their newly acquired drinking muscles. If he had to put whipped cream on one more fucking Blow Job shot…

But then Geralt noticed him.

A man with intensely blue eyes was sitting by himself at the other end of the bar. He chatted easily with Yenn, who was working that end, and seemed to have a few friendly words for the odd drunk who flopped onto the stool next to him to order another bad decision.

Every time the man smiled, Geralt could see the flash of white teeth. He had soft, wavy brown hair that fell forward onto his forehead when he looked down. Geralt watched him absentmindedly push it back, the pink tip of his tongue darting out to moisten his lips.

“Hello! Hey man. Can I get two more?” A guy was shouting over the usual background roar of a crowded bar, waving an empty beer bottle in Geralt’s face.

Geralt snapped out of his trance.

Fuck.

He grabbed two bottles from the cooler and popped the caps off, plunking them down in front of the muscle shirt and board shorts in front of him.

“Sixteen dollars.”

Geralt watched the guy count out sixteen dollars exactly and toss it onto the bar. He grabbed the bottles and took off without a word.

“You’re welcome,” Geralt said to the empty space, and he stuffed the bills into the till. His eyes immediately slid back over to the other end of the bar.

The man with blue eyes was sipping a fresh beer, watching the older man next to him. He had thick black hair, broad shoulders, and was leaning over the bar seemingly trying to get Yennefer’s attention. She was headed over to Geralt, lips pressed together.

“Geralt, can you get rid of that asshole for me? The guy there with black hair? Name’s Caleb.”

Geralt nodded crisply and headed over.

Yenn was drop-dead gorgeous with raven coloured hair and violet eyes, and she attracted a lot of attention. She usually managed it just fine on her own, but sometimes the real douchebags didn’t quite get the message and required further convincing. Caleb was such a douchebag.

Geralt couldn’t help but sneak another glance at the blue eyed man on his way, and he jolted when he found the blue eyes looking right back at him. It only lasted a second as Geralt turned his attention to Caleb.

“Hey man, time to move on,” he said, dropping the pitch of his voice just a little.

He put both hands on the bar and leaned into the other man’s space. Geralt knew his tight black t-shirt showed off his substantial muscles well, and that fact came in very handy in this job for several reasons.

Caleb squinted at him, and Geralt could see he had had too much to drink.

“I was just talking to her,” he said defensively.

“When someone says they’re not interested, they’re not interested. Do you need a cab?”

Caleb laughed. “You think you’re hot shit, don’t you. Why is your hair grey? You look like my fucking grandpa.”

Geralt leaned closer and growled into his ear.

“Go outside and get in a cab. Do it now before I have to put you in one.”

Caleb leaned back and took another good look at Geralt, flipped him the bird with a scowl, and left.

Geralt shook his head. He felt those blue eyes watching him and he couldn’t help but turn to see. The man was smiling at him. Geralt’s heart skittered.

“That guy was a creep. You handled that really well.”

Geralt shrugged. “Happens more often than I’d like. They usually leave though.”

“Yes, I would most certainly leave as well if you were glaring at me like that,” he said playfully, his blue eyes sparkling.

Geralt felt himself wanting to smile but instead he nodded and turned to swap spots back with Yenn. She was watching with a wry smile and shook her head at him. He frowned but she had already turned to help the next person waiting.

Geralt blinked a moment, not sure what she was up to, but it made no difference to him, really.

He took the next order and was kept busy supplying the masses with a steady stream of liquid inhibition.

A beautiful redhead ordered a tray full of Slippery Nipples for her and her friends, and she tried her damnedest to get Geralt to do one with them. She begged and cajoled, but he wouldn’t budge. He shot a look at the other man, who was trying to hide a smile behind his beer bottle.

The redhead saw Geralt’s eyes dart over and she turned her attention to the blue eyes.

“Hi there,” she purred at him, sliding an arm around his shoulders. “What’s your name?”

“Jaskier,” he replied with a grin, clearly eager to see where this was headed.

“Jaskier. Don’t you think this man here,” she nodded her head at Geralt, “should do a shot with us?” Her pack of friends giggled, enjoying the show.

“Well,” Jaskier replied, “I’m sure that this man...” he paused and looked at Geralt expectantly.

Geralt stared at him dumbly for a moment before he realized what he was waiting for.

“Geralt,” he blurted.

Jaskier nodded. “I’m sure that Geralt would love to have a shot with you, but we must remember he’s working. I mean, look at him. He is undoubtedly offered drinks all night long. Can you imagine what would happen if he said yes to them all?”

Geralt’s stomach swooped. ‘Look at him.’ Was he…

The redhead pouted at Jaskier. “Well, you’ll do one then, right? You’re not working!”

Jaskier looked at Geralt again and gave him a wink.

Geralt’s stomach dropped right into his shoes.

“Oh, alright. You’ve convinced me. I’ll do one.” Jaskier threw his hands up.

The gang of women cheered, and the redheaded busied herself passing out the glasses. There was one left, and she looked back at Geralt one last time, eyes wide, lower lip out.

He saw Jaskier watching him. Fuck it. He sighed deeply and reached for the shot glass. The women whooped again, and they did a round of messy cheersing before tossing the shots back.

Geralt paused with the shot glass on his lips and watched Jaskier.

He admired the long neck as he threw his head back, watched his throat move as he swallowed it down. He saw his tongue dart out again to lick his lips, and a finger wiped up a spare drop that escaped. He sucked it off his finger.

Geralt’s heart hammered, and he was very aware that he was staring. He tipped his shot back.

He licked a stray drop on the corner of his mouth and saw Jaskier watching him with a grin.

Geralt shrugged and his lips twitched in a small smile.

The redhead and her friends moved on with giggles and waves, and Geralt collected the glasses and gave the counter a wipe.

He helped the next person, and the next, but he kept an eye on Jaskier, and noticed right away when he finished that beer, too.

“Can I get you another?” Geralt asked, the instant Jaskier set the empty bottle down.

One corner of Jaskier’s mouth turned down and he glanced at the time on his phone. “Yes, I suppose there’s no harm in having another. Thank you.”

He tipped Geralt generously despite his protests and took a sip of the new drink.

Geralt tried not to watch too closely when a younger, attractive man with short blonde hair dropped into the seat next to Jaskier and offered to buy him a beer. He politely declined and explained that he was waiting for someone.

Geralt felt a stab of disappointment in his gut and wasn’t sure why.

But time kept passing by, and still the stool next to him remained empty. Geralt noticed him checking his phone every few minutes.

Finally Geralt couldn’t help himself. “Everything okay?” Jaskier had been there alone for a couple hours now.

Jaskier sighed. “Yes, everything is fine. It’s just that… It would appear that I’ve been stood up.”

“What?” Geralt couldn’t keep the shock out of his voice.

Jaskier shrugged. “I suppose it happens.” He fiddled with the bottle in his hands.

“How could someone stand you up? She’s crazy,” Geralt said without even thinking about it.

“He,” Jaskier corrected.

“He. He’s crazy.”

Jaskier looked down, shaking his head, but a beautiful smile spread across his face.

Geralt wanted to push his hair back off his forehead for him.

“Geralt. You are too kind. But I’ve bothered you long enough. I think it’s time I called it a night.” Jaskier drained the last of his beer and set the bottle down gently. His eyes met Geralt’s.

“Thank you for your company. It was the best part of my night.”

Geralt stared at him, a thousand words rushing through his head - Wait. Stop. Don’t. Please - but none came out.

Jaskier waited a moment, then gave him one more shy smile. He turned, and quickly disappeared into the crowd of bodies.

Geralt was frozen in place.

“Go after him, you asshole.” Yennefer appeared at his side and gave him a shove. “Are you stupid? Gods, Geralt.”

“I-”

“Go. I’ll grab Triss from the back to help out. Your shift is almost over anyway. Go.”

Geralt wiped his suddenly sweaty palms on his jeans and nodded. He bolted out from behind the bar and used his bulk to shoulder quickly through the crowd.

He burst out the front door and frantically looked up and down the street. A wave of relief hit him when he saw Jaskier’s brown hair, and he took off after him.

“Jaskier!” he called as he approached.

Jaskier stopped and turned around, blue eyes widening when he saw Geralt. Then his mouth stretched wide, teeth flashing white, face as warm at the sun.

That smile.

* * * *

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Snowstorm ❄️💕

Geralt and Jaskier work together, and then a snowstorm changes everything. Click here to go straight to AO3.

Art by @yuko27

“Good morning!” Jaskier’s sing-song greeting reached Geralt’s ears across the kitchen.

Geralt sighed and paused his dicing to crack two eggs into a skillet. He threw in some chopped peppers and onions and slapped two pieces of bread onto the grill.

He could hear Jaskier chatting about his weekend to the other servers arriving for the brunch shift.

“So then we all went to the Bruxa - have you been there yet? The décor is a touch pedestrian, wasn’t it, Essi, but the menu was exquisite… and this one bartender… well… he was also rather exquisite.”

His voice came closer as he greeted the kitchen staff and made his way towards Geralt.

“Good morning, Geralt.” A soft face, floppy brown hair over bright blue eyes, smiled at him.

“Morning,” Geralt grumbled back. He slid the eggs onto a plate, and used a pair of tongs to add the toast and two pieces of bacon from the stash on the grill. He handed Jaskier the plate. “How did I end up making you breakfast every morning?”

“You’re an absolute dear. Thank you.” Jaskier squeezed Geralt’s arm, and leaned against the counter. He found a fork and began shovelling in his breakfast.

Jaskier had started working at Corvo Bianco, the most popular Italian place in town, a few months ago, and had quickly become the most popular and well tipped server. He had a talent for making just about everyone at his tables fall in love with him, and it seemed he fell in love with them right back. He was bright, vivacious, had a genuine smile, and a kind word for everyone.

He also talked a fucking lot.

“What’s new today, gentlemen?” Jaskier directed his question to everyone in the kitchen where they were busy getting for the Sunday brunch crowd.

Eskel, a big bear of a man, was whisking eggs. “Same old, Jaskier. Same old.”

“How did that party wind down on Saturday night?” he asked around a mouthful of toast.

“Tissaia finally had to ask them to leave. It was... maybe 2 a.m.?”

Geralt let the sound of their voices wash over him and he kept at the brunch prep.

“Morning, Triss!” Jaskier called as the hostess scurried by him, brown curls bouncing.

“Morning, Jask!” she waggled her fingers at him.

“You look ravishing today, darling!”

“Oh, you!” She blew a kiss at him on her way out to the front.

Jaskier swallowed his last bite. “Delicious as always, Geralt. Ooh, Tissaia!” He pushed off the counter and fell into step with their new manager as she passed by. “You look absolutely lovely today as well. Doing something new with your bun, are you? I’ve been meaning to talk to you… I had an idea for all the Christmas parties. What if we had live music…” Her face remained impassive as he followed her back into her office.

Geralt wondered for a second which would win in a stand-off: Tissaia’s stony façade or Jaskier’s relentless charm. Tissaia had just been hired to manage the place as the owner, Regis, was looking to purchase his third restaurant and was finding himself spread too thinly. Geralt found her hard to read. She came across as rather stern, but then again, so did he.

As the morning went on, he lost himself in the rhythms of the job, the background fading into a comforting hum and the time slipped by.

Geralt was startled out of his groove when he heard a loud crash behind him as a chafing dish hit the ground. He turned to see Jaskier frozen, mouth wide open, covered from chin to thighs in hollandaise sauce.

One of the busboys stood with his hands up, horrified.

“Oh my gods, Jaskier! I am so, so, so sorry!” he began to babble. “Oh my gods!” He grabbed a rag from the counter and began swiping at Jaskier’s shirt.

“It’s okay,” Jaskier said, recovering from the shock. “It’s okay. I have a change of clothes in my locker…” He gingerly made his way towards the back, leaving drips of hollandaise behind him.

Geralt quirked an eyebrow at the busboy. “Clean that up.”

“Yessir, Mr. Rivia.” He nearly bowed to Geralt and turned his attention to the floor.

Geralt got back to his omelets when there was another interruption.

“Shit!” Eskel swore.

Geralt sighed. “What now?”

“I just burst a seam in my jacket.” He turned around displaying where his chef’s jacket had split open along his shoulder.

Lambert eyed him. “It’s all that working out you’ve been doing.”

Eskel flushed. “Maybe. Do you have an extra, Geralt? Should fit me…”

“Yeah, I think I left it… One second…”

He wiped his hands on his apron and pushed his way into the staff washroom. He lurched to a stop when he saw the half-naked man in front of him. Jaskier was shirtless, his pants sitting low on his jutting hip bones. He was leaning over the sink, wiping his neck with a towel.

“Oh, hi, Geralt, sorry, I’ll just be one minute…”

Geralt swallowed hard and let his eyes linger on Jaskier’s long, lean frame, and sculpted chest covered in dark hair.

Jaskier’s eyes found his in the mirror and held them a moment. The corner of his mouth twitched up.

“I just need…” Geralt groped around the back of the door. “I left a jacket in here…”

He pulled it off the hook and bolted, tossing it at Eskel without a word. He put his head back down at his station, chopping furiously, ignoring the warmth in his cheeks.

He could feel Eskel eyeing him, but was rescued when Jaskier burst back into the kitchen.

“I don’t think I’ve had a chafing dish dumped on me before.” His laugh was like music. “Hoo, what a mess.”*

“Ha, we’ve seen worse! What’s a little hollandaise on the floor? Ask Geralt about Yennefer,” Eskel smirked.

Geralt groaned internally. Why did they have to keep bringing her up?

“Who’s Yennefer?” Jaskier asked him.

“Oh, just some witch that used to work here,” Lambert tossed over his shoulder.

“Yenn and I dated for a while. It… didn’t end well,” Geralt said gruffly.

“That’s putting it mildly,” Eskel snorted. “They had it out right where you’re standing and she quit on the spot and stormed out, tossing dishes and trolleys as she went. That was a mess.”

“What kind of dumbass dates someone they work with?” Lambert shook his head.

“Lambert, I’m standing right here.” Geralt rubbed his forehead.

Lambert grinned at him. “And you’re a dumbass.”

“You don’t think it ever works out?” Eskel looked at him thoughtfully.

Lambert shook his head firmly. “Never.”

Jaskier pursed his lips. “Well, I’ve done it plenty of times before! Very few times did it end in a disaster. Although one ex did tell all my tables I had syphilis...”

Geralt smiled into his mixing bowl, but then looked up and scowled. “We’d prefer to avoid claims of diseases around here.”

“Right. Well… I’ll do my best to avoid it.” Jaskier gave him a lopsided smile and scooted back out to check on his tables.

They survived brunch without any other incidents and reached the lull before the dinner crowd began to arrive.

“That’s it for me,” Jaskier announced to the kitchen as his shift ended. “I’m off tomorrow, so I’ll see you all at Regis’s tomorrow night, yeah?”

Regis closed the restaurant early the first Monday in December so everyone could come to a Christmas party at his house. Geralt was not really one for parties, but... maybe he’d check it out this year.

* * * *

“Geralt! Welcome! Please, come in.” Regis offered Geralt a warm smile and held the door wide. He peered outside with a shiver and a gust of wind blew in a flurry of snow. “It seems the storm is here already.”

* * * *

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Jitters ☕ 💕

Geraskier coffee shop AU

Jaskier was just another aspiring musician working in a coffee shop. He was good with people and liked working with his best friend, Triss, but mostly he hated the soul-crushing, mind-numbing “What can I get you?” patter, and being expected to smile into the face of disdain, or worse, indifference.

He stuck it out because this shop was quirky and cozy, and, even better, it had live music on Thursday nights. He was working on convincing the owner, Calanthe, to give him a chance. Calanthe didn’t like being told what to do, or even the merest suggestion that one was doing so. She had really missed her calling as an army general, or perhaps warrior queen. So far Jaskier had been met with a hard no, despite texting her the most lovely of demos. But he could see the cracks appearing, if only because he knew Calanthe would cave before he did. She took no shit, but Jaskier was young, charming, and had nowhere else to be.

In the meantime, it was another dreary Monday morning with Triss next to him at the till. He was dying to tell her about the sex god he had hooked up with Saturday night, but he had run in the door almost late (almost) and there had been a constant stream of customers since.

“What are you so smug about?” she whispered to him hastily, catching a moment when a customer was slow to put their change away.

Jaskier looked at her and wiggled his eyebrows, doing his best “cat that ate the canary” look.

She rolled her eyes at him fondly. He was about to go so far as to wink a bright blue eye at her, when he suddenly felt a rather large presence looming on the other side of the counter. (Was it looming? Yes, there was definite looming. This man actually seemed to block out some of the light filtering in through the large front windows).

Jaskier turned and found himself looking up into the face of the most beautiful human being he had ever seen in his life. He felt his jaw drop, his cheeks flush a fiery red, and, had he been a cartoon, his eyes most certainly would have done that “boing-oing-oing” thing.

The man was a little taller than Jaskier, very much broader, and couldn’t have been more than 40 despite the long silver-white hair partially pulled back from his face. His eyes were an unusual shade of light brown that Jaskier could only describe as golden, and he was wearing a fitted charcoal grey dress shirt with buttons straining to maintain respectability across his massive chest.

Fortunately, the man was glaring intently at the menu board above and Jaskier had a few seconds to get his shit together, assisted by a kick to his ankle from Triss.

Yup, he was definitely gawking.

“Good morning!” Jaskier announced, perhaps a little too loudly, eyes a little too wide. “What can I get for you, sir?”

The man met Jaskier’s gaze, and he felt his cheeks burn even hotter. What was happening to him?

“Double espresso, to go. Please,” he rumbled, in the deepest, sexiest voice Jaskier had ever heard.

“Absolutely! One double espresso coming right up! Can I get a name?”

“Geralt.” This man’s picture could be in the dictionary next to ‘intense’. His gaze was heavy, his jaw cut from granite, forehead furrowed.

“Geralt! Thank you!” Dear gods, why am I yelling? “$2.85, please.”

As Geralt handed him a five, Jaskier could sense Triss smirking. Geralt shook his head at the offered change, said thank you, and moved down the counter to wait for his drink.

Jaskier flashed a wide-eyed glance at Triss which he hoped said something like “holy fuck”, and did his best to give his undivided attention to the harried mother who was next in line, her children wrapped around her legs.

He took her order, winking at the kids, but managed to shoot several glances Geralt’s way. Geralt was frowning down at his phone, seemingly annoyed. Jaskier wondered if Geralt’s hands were strong enough to simply crush his phone should the urge strike him. He imagined what it would feel like to have those hands sliding down his-

“Ow!” he yelped when Triss kicked him again. Jaskier took a deep breath and turned to the next customer with a slightly manic smile. By the time he was finished taking the order, Geralt was leaving, drink in hand.

Jaskier watched those muscled shoulders and that narrow waist leave the shop. Triss was watching him with a full-on grin.

“That’s it? You’re just going to let him leave?”

Jaskier sighed, his stomach still swirling from the shock of being faced with such chiseled beauty.

“I don’t even know if he’s gay. If it’s meant to be, he’ll come back. Destiny will bring Geralt back to me.”

* * * *

Destiny was a fucking bitch.

It had been four more days with no sign of that silver hair or those golden eyes. Jaskier didn’t want to admit how much time he had spent thinking about Geralt, but it was definitely an unhealthy amount, considering they had exchanged about 20 words for a coffee order. Jaskier had convinced himself that it was ridiculous and he hadn’t even really been that hot. Except yes he fucking was.

His Friday shift was wrapping up and the shop was slowing down. Jaskier’s thoughts turned to his plans for the night. Maybe he would text the sex god from last weekend… although now compared to Geralt he seemed - OH, MY GODS, STOP.

As Jaskier blinked himself to the present, he saw Triss staring at him. Her eyes widened and she jerked her head at the door.

Jaskier turned and felt his heart leap into his throat at the sight of that golden gaze.

Geralt.

Jaskier saw Triss suddenly looking very busy wiping down the back counter, leaving him open to take Geralt’s order. He nervously ran his fingers through his wavy brown hair and turned his smile up to dazzling as Geralt approached. He was wearing another fitted dress shirt - textured light grey this time - with impossibly perfect slacks.

Jaskier did not imagine just for a second what his ass might look like.

“Good afternoon, Geralt…” Fuck, is it creepy that I remembered his name? “It was Geralt, wasn’t it?” he added, lamely, hoping the feigned uncertainty would forestall any serial killer alarm bells.

Geralt looked a little surprised for a brief moment, but his features smoothed over as he said, “Yes, that’s right. Double espresso to go, please…. Jaskier.” His eyes flicked to Jaskier’s name tag. Jaskier couldn’t help but feel a thrill at those luscious lips uttering his name, and it must have had a galvanizing effect on him.

“That will be $2.85, please.” He took a deep breath as Geralt handed him a five. “Do you work around here?”

Geralt’s brow quirked as he again shook his head for the offered change.

“Yes, I just started working across the street.”

“Oh, well, welcome to the neighbourhood!” Jaskier could hear his heart hammering in his ears. He smiled his best sexy-but-not-aggressively-so smile as Geralt nodded at him and moved down the counter.

Jaskier kept pretend-busy around the till, shooting furtive glances at Geralt until he turned to leave with his coffee. Jaskier was definitely not checking out that tight ass when Geralt glanced back at him on his way out the door. Their eyes locked and the corner of Geralt’s mouth lifted the tiniest bit in an almost smile.

Jaskier did not text the sex god that weekend.

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Something in the Way He Moves 🌕🎵

(Part 3 of Jitters Geraskier coffee shop AU)

Jaskier wasn’t sure what woke him up.

He glanced at the bedside clock and saw 1:17 a.m. glowing back at him.

He stretched slowly, enjoying the gentle burn, and lazily reached a hand over to the other side of the bed, already knowing what he would find.

No Geralt.

Jaskier sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and found a pair of gym shorts crumpled on the floor. He pulled them on and shuffled down the hallway.

When he reached Geralt’s living room, he stopped, still in the darkness of the hallway, and stared at the warm glow of the room.

The coffee table, couch, and part of the floor were covered in piles of papers and files. Geralt was standing in front of the couch ironing a dress shirt in nothing but his boxer briefs.

He had his Bluetooth earpiece on and was berating some poor soul on the other end.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he seethed, gently pressing the creases out of a grey dress shirt, just so. “You fucked up these contracts again! Who fucking wrote this shit? Get me their number. I don’t care what time it is. I have to get in a fucking taxi in 5 hours to get this to the printers and then to Cintra or they will sue the fuck out of us.”

While Jaskier felt really bad for whoever was on the receiving end of Geralt’s wrath, he couldn’t help but smile gently at the sight of his gorgeous and terrifying boyfriend.

He stepped into the light and Geralt looked up at him. Without missing a beat in his tirade, his face softened and he managed to flash a smile at Jaskier.

Jaskier approached Geralt and gently took the iron from him. He made shooing motion with the other hand and nudged Geralt to the side with his hip.

“I’ll do it,” he whispered, and pressed a quick kiss to Geralt’s bare shoulder. “You go work.”

Geralt ran a hand down Jaskier’s side and gave his hip a soft squeeze while he brushed his lips against his cheek. He wandered over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, pausing a minute to let the other person get in a few words edgewise.

Jaskier’s hip felt cool after Geralt’s hand was gone, and he itched to have Geralt touching him again. Instead, he turned to drink in his silhouette against the night sky.

Geralt was truly gorgeous - tall and broad, sculpted chest and arms, narrow waist, thick thighs. His long silver hair looked white in the moonlight. He hardly ever wore it entirely down, and Jaskier admired the way it fell loose about his shoulders.

Jaskier let his gaze linger slowly over every line of Geralt’s body and… one particular extremely well-endowed curve.

He felt his cheeks flush a little, knowing exactly what the thin black material of his boxers was covering, and then they burned when he realized Geralt had caught him blatantly staring at his package.

Geralt flashed him a wicked grin, and pointedly returned the favour.

Jaskier snickered, turning back to the ironing. Enough of that, the man was getting shit done.

Geralt was probably checking out his ass now, though, so he cocked a hip just in case.

He heard a growl of appreciation behind him.

Jaskier settled into a soothing rhythm pressing wrinkles out of Geralt’s shirts, taking extra care with the blue one that matched his eyes exactly. He listened to Geralt explaining in painstaking detail all the things that were wrong with a particularly crucial document.

When the shirts were done he hung them all in Geralt’s closet, pausing a moment to admire the carefully organized racks. He felt a flutter in his chest just remembering the way Geralt looked breezing into the coffee shop in those suits when they had first met.

He put away the ironing board and iron, then, hands on his hips, he surveyed the mess of papers and knew he wouldn’t be able to help there.

Instead he padded into the kitchen and filled two glasses with water. Sipping one, he carried the other over to Geralt, who looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Drink,” he mouthed, stealing another brief kiss before handing him the glass.

He watched happily as Geralt took a few long swallows, then he wandered back to the kitchen to put away the dishes in the drying rack.

He heard Geralt tell the person on the phone to hurry the fuck up and get his fucking shit together, and Geralt tossed his earpiece onto the arm chair and threw back the rest of the water.

“You’re still up,” Jaskier said uselessly, looking at Geralt with a fond smile.

“Hmm,” Geralt replied, flopping down on the couch and picking up a stack of files.

“Do you have much more to do?” Jaskier wandered over to stand behind him.

“Hmm.”

Jaskier smiled, used to Geralt’s noises now, and gently placed his hands on Geralt’s shoulders. He smoothed his fingers over the tense muscles there, and when Geralt tilted his head and rolled his shoulders into Jaskier’s hands, he grinned and applied a little more pressure. Let’s make Big Scary Lawyer relax just a little.

Jaskier revelled in the small groan that came from Geralt.

“Does this feel good?” he murmured, digging his thumbs in a little.

“Hmmm,” Geralt rumbled, his eyes closing.

Jaskier continued his massage, leaning over the couch so his hands could reach Geralt’s lower back. Geralt allowed it for a few more minutes, then reached for the stack of files again.

“I just have a few more things to do.”

“Mm-hmm.” Jaskier slid his fingers into Geralt’s hair, lightly scratching his scalp. He frequently found himself wanting to run his fingers through his hair, but the urge usually came to him at inopportune moments. He really needed to remember to do this more often.

“Fuck,” Geralt shivered. “You’re distracting.”

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lovelyrita1967 · 3 years

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Follow the Sun ☀️💛

(Part 2 of Jitters Geraskier coffee shop AU)

Jaskier was standing at the floor-to-ceiling windows of Geralt’s penthouse condo, high above the lights of Kaedwen, admiring the view. Geralt was admiring the view, too, all long lines, sharp jaw, soft brown hair. Jaskier turned away from the window suddenly to look at him.

“You look really fucking hot in that tux,” he said, voice low. He started to move towards Geralt slowly, hips swaying.

Geralt swallowed hard. Jaskier closed the gap between them, his eyes intent on Geralt’s.

When Jaskier finally stood in front of Geralt, he gently rested his hands on those broad shoulders, then slid them down his chest. Geralt shivered at the touch, but otherwise held still.

When those long fingers reached Geralt’s waist, they slid back up inside the jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. He pulled the jacket down Geralt’s arms and tossed it onto the couch next to them without looking.

“Really…. really…. fucking hot,” he whispered.

* * * *

This had all started because Geralt just wanted a decent fucking espresso. The chain in the lobby was shit, and when he finally had a few extra minutes on a Monday morning, he ducked out of the office to head across the street into a local place that looked promising.

He thoughts drifted back to work as he eyed the menu board, mentally preparing himself for a scrap he knew coming with an opposing counsel.

“Good morning!” he heard, rather loudly. “What can I get for you, sir?”

Geralt looked at the man behind the till, and the first thought he ever had about Jaskier was:

Blue.

Jaskier’s eyes were wide and the most startling shade of cornflower blue Geralt had ever seen.

“Double espresso, to go. Please,” he managed to say, with only a slight hesitation.

“Absolutely! One double espresso coming right up! Can I get a name?”

“Geralt.”

“Geralt! Thank you!” he said, rather enthusiastically. “$2.85, please.”

Geralt paid for his espresso, frowning as his phone buzzed in his pocket again. He moved down the counter to wait for his drink, and pulled his phone out.

For gods’ sake.

With a weary sigh, he flipped over to his email and began to read the updated contract proofs. This was about the twenty-fifth version that Lambert had sent him, and he was still mulling over the changes when he grabbed his drink and strode back to the office.

It was good fucking espresso. And late that night, when Geralt gratefully collapsed into his bed, he saw those blue eyes watching him.

* * * *

They watched him all week, in fact. They watched him while he was sitting around a conference table glaring at the stuffed suits on the other side. They watched him while he was pacing around his condo at 3:00 a.m. yelling into his phone. They even watched him while he was making an argument before a judge. Finally, the pull of the coffee shop across the street was too strong to ignore.

Geralt had been buried in paperwork all day Friday with the prospect of a late night looming. The others around the conference table paused to order food and call their loved ones to beg forgiveness for missing yet another family dinner when Geralt slipped out for a coffee.

He told himself to not be surprised if the man with the blue eyes wasn’t even there, yet he found himself holding his breath in anticipation when he pushed through the door.

And there he was.

The eyes were even bluer than he remembered, and this time he couldn’t help but admire the rest of the man, too. He was tall, almost as tall as Geralt, but lean and lithe where Geralt was not. He had soft, wavy brown hair falling into his eyes, and Geralt watched as he ran his fingers through it.

Their eyes met, and Geralt felt a hitch in his breath.

His smile was breathtaking. He was breathtaking.

“Good afternoon, Geralt,” he said softly, and Geralt felt an immediate squeeze to his heart. He had remembered his name. He probably remembered every customer’s name, of course.

“It was Geralt, wasn’t it?” the man asked. Geralt felt an immediate sense of shame that he hadn’t bothered to notice his name tag last time.

“Yes, that’s right. Double espresso to go, please…. Jaskier.” His eyes flicked to the name tag this time.

“That will be $2.85, please.”

Geralt handed him a five, wondering for a moment what else he could say right now. Lovely fall we’re having? Fuck no.

“Do you work around here?” Jaskier asked suddenly, and Geralt could hardly believe that this beautiful man was actually making conversation with him.

“Yes, I just started working across the street.” He wondered if he should add more, but Jaskier was probably just making polite small talk.

“Oh, well, welcome to the neighbourhood!” he replied brightly. The heat from the smile he gave made Geralt feel like he was starting to sweat. Fuck.

Unable to summon a single word, Geralt simply nodded at him and went to pick up his espresso.

He told himself not to stare at Jaskier while he was waiting, but he couldn’t resist one quick look back as he was leaving.

His stomach jolted when those gorgeous fucking eyes were looking right back at him.

He couldn’t help but smile, then he was out back into the world, disoriented from the sunshine and his churning stomach. He took a deep breath and shook his head and wondered what exactly was happening to him.

Friday was indeed a late night. So late, in fact, that it bled entirely into Saturday, and Geralt grabbed a couple hours of sleep on the couch in his office. He told himself that he would absolutely need a double espresso or two to clear the fuzz from his brain, but Jaskier wasn’t in the shop when he went on Saturday. Either time.

* * * *

Monday afternoon the chaos of the office was starting to get to Geralt, so he grabbed his laptop and told himself the relative quiet of the coffee shop was just what he needed to get through these depositions.

Geralt was relieved to see Jaskier behind the counter, and he slipped into the line, watching Jaskier smile so warmly at each customer. Unfortunately, when it was Geralt’s turn, Jaskier was still patiently waiting for a woman digging through her purse, and he was forced to give his order to the pretty woman with curly brown hair whose name tag said ‘Triss’. He ordered his double espresso, still painfully aware of Jaskier’s smile, and light, musical voice.

Geralt nodded at Jaskier as he went to wait for his drink and he swore Jaskier’s eyes lit up when he smiled back.

Geralt took his espresso and settled down at a small round table by the window. He pulled out his laptop and started reading a deposition as he sipped his drink. He was right, he actually did find it easier to focus, and slipped comfortably into the task.

Mostly. His stomach lurched when he saw Jaskier heading his way with a bussing tub in his hands. Geralt did his best to stay focused on his screen, but was very, very aware of the tall figure moving closer.

A large crash suddenly startled him and he looked up to see Jaskier standing only a couple feet away, seemingly frozen with the tub in his hands, staring at him.

Geralt stared back. Why is he staring? What is happening? Oh gods, what should I say? He looked back at his screen to give his thoughts a second to form a coherent sentence, but when he looked up again, Jaskier was gone. He caught the sight of an elegant, tapered back disappearing through a swinging door.

Fuck.

That wasn’t ideal.

Geralt watched the closed door helplessly, and he noticed Triss saying something sharply to a cackling blonde, which from here looked sort of like “fuck off”. Geralt felt himself warming to her already.

He read a bit longer and was relieved to see Jaskier appear back at the till. He gathered his belongings and his courage and carried his empty cup over.

Jaskier watched him approach, and Geralt met his eyes, feeling the jolt from that heady blue gaze again.

“Thank you, Jaskier. See you next time.”

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lovelyrita1967 · 4 years

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“Who is the man with the curly red hair again?” Tissaia whispered to Triss, subtly nodding her head in the direction of the coffee table, where a group was playing a loud game involving cards and shot glasses.

They were laughing raucously as said redhead jumped to his feet, howling in mock outrage.

Triss smiled at his theatrics. “That’s Lambert. One of the cooks.”

“Right. Thank you.”

Tissaia had only been working at the restaurant for two weeks and she still hadn’t quite figured out who was who yet, particularly for those who mostly worked nights. Tonight’s Christmas staff party at Regis’s house gave her a chance to sort everyone out once and for all.

She watched as big, burly Eskel, another one of the cooks, handed Lambert a shot glass. Lambert slammed it back and whooped loudly to the cheers of the crowd.

“Lambert, you animal!” came a musical voice from the other side of the room.

Tissaia turned to the piano where Jaskier was standing, hands on hips. He’d had quite a few drinks already and Tissaia could see him swaying on his feet the tiniest bit.

“I am trying to perform for you and I can’t do it over the sound of debauchery,” he said haughtily, but there was an amused glint in his blue eyes.

Jaskier was one of the servers, and Tissaia could already tell why he was the most popular and well tipped. Jaskier had a talent for making just about everyone at his tables fall in love with him, and it seemed he fell in love with them right back. He was bright, vivacious, and had a genuine smile and kind word for everyone. Apparently he was also a talented musician.

Jaskier had been regaling them with Christmas carols on the piano, fingers sure without sheet music, and voice smooth and sweet. But as the evening wore on, the volume of merry-making grew steadily louder, capped now with the intense round of whatever game they were playing.

“Come join us, Jaskier!” Lambert replied, empty shot glass raised high. “I will destroy you!”

Jaskier grinned at him but Tissaia noticed his eyes slide to the end of the piano, where Geralt, the intense, brooding head chef was casually leaning.

“What do you say, Geralt?” Jaskier asked him, eyebrows raised. “Think we can take him?” He tossed back the remains of his current drink.

Geralt replied with a grunt, but dutifully followed Jaskier over to the crowd on the couches.

There was quite a winter storm brewing outside. Tissaia joined Regis where he was watching it out the window. She could barely see the road through the swirling flakes. It had been in the forecast and it seemed they got it exactly right this time. Tissaia knew that Regis had considered postponing the party but since it required closing the restaurant during their busiest month it was almost impossible to reschedule.

“It might be time to send everyone home.” Regis had warned them in advance the party wouldn't be able to go as late as normal, but he hated to break it up when they were all clearly still having so much fun. Still, the snow was piling up and the plows would start to fall behind. He needed them all to get home safely.

Across the room Jaskier threw up his arms in victory as Lambert buried his face in his hands.

When the accompanying cheering and groaning had died down a little, Regis tapped on his wine glass with one of his rings, making a delicate sound.

“Attention, my dears, please!” The room quickly quieted as everyone turned to listen to their beloved boss. “I would like to thank you all so much for joining me in my home this evening. But I’m afraid our time together must come to an end.” He smiled and held up his hands when he was met with a chorus of disappointment. “I know, I know, I wish you could stay all night, too. But I must get you all home safely, and there is no sign of the storm letting up.”

As the crowd began to say their goodbyes and bundle into their winter gear, Jaskier squinted at his phone. “Does this actually say the wait for the cab is an hour and 45 minutes?” He pointed his screen at Geralt’s face.

“I’ll drive you,” Geralt grumbled. “Come on.”

“Oh, Geralt!” Jaskier signed dramatically, throwing one arm around him. “You’ve rescued me yet again.”

“Hmm.” Geralt slid his arm around Jaskier’s waist, as the other man did indeed appear a little unsteady on his feet.

Tissaia couldn't help but notice Geralt’s face soften for a moment as he looked at Jaskier, who had started quietly singing “Let It Snow”.

Regis saw her watching them and he learned in conspiratorially. “There’s a pool going as to when they actually start dating. They’re clearly in love and yet…”

Tissaia glanced back at them thoughtfully. “Can I put money on New Year’s Eve?”

“Ah, yes. A new beginning, time for passionate declarations of love? You may just take the pot.”

* * * *

This excerpt is from my Regis/Tissaia fic Some Shape of Beauty, which you can read on AO3. It is mostly just super soft cuddling after this!

I couldn’t resist slipping Geraskier in though, and I am now writing an entire AU based off of their above interaction. Hope you enjoyed this preview!

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They went to the coast for their honeymoon.

And now here they were, tangled up in a hammock on the front porch of a little cottage by the sea.

Jaskier was lying on his back, Geralt curled around him with his head resting on Jaskier’s shoulder. Jaskier’s nose was pressed into Geralt’s hair while he slowly ran his fingers through the long, silver strands. His other arm held Geralt’s hand. Their legs were entangled, and Geralt’s big toe occasionally pushed against the railing to give the hammock another gentle swing.

Their eyes were closed, their bodies heavy and warm. They breathed as one, each exhale a quiet echo of the surf washing against the shore.

“Geralt,” Jaskier eventually murmured.

“Hmm?”

“Do you know the moment I knew I loved you?”

He smiled into Jaskier’s chest, eyes still closed. “The first time you saw me?” he guessed with a low rumbling laugh.

Jaskier blue eyes snapped open and he swatted Geralt with an indignant gasp. “How dare you! I’m not that easy to win over.” They rocked for another moment while Jaskier considered. “Although I definitely wanted to rip your clothes off the second I saw you.” He let go of Geralt’s hand and instead slid his hand up under Geralt’s t-shirt, gently running his fingers through Geralt’s chest hair.

Geralt raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to tell me the story or not? Because if you keep doing that I’m going to get other ideas.”

Jaskier smiled and reluctantly slid his hand back out.

“Okay. The moment I knew I loved you… Do you remember the third time you saw me perform?”

* * * *

Jaskier made his way off the little stage in the coffee shop where he worked over to where Geralt waited for him. His hair was a little sweaty and his grin broad.

“Hi,” he greeted Geralt, leaning in to plant a kiss on him. He never got tired of admiring how good Geralt looked in his suits.

“Hi,” Geralt smiled at him.

They had only been officially dating for two weeks, and Jaskier still saw fireworks every time they kissed.

“Did you like the show?”

“Yes, it was good… if you like acoustic covers of mediocre 90’s Top 40.”

“If? If? Geralt!” Jaskier narrowed his eyes at Geralt’s gently mocking expression. "And for your information, one of them was from 2000."

Geralt leaned in to gently kiss him on the forehead to smooth away the righteous indignation.

Jaskier pouted briefly but forgave him. “Did you want an espresso? You probably have to go back to work, right?” Geralt was a lawyer and worked long hours in the office tower across the street.

Geralt grunted his thanks and Jaskier ducked into the back to put his guitar away and fix a double espresso for Geralt. Sabrina was on the bar and sighed dramatically at the intrusion.

He had his head down behind the espresso machine when he became aware of the rather loud voice of a man waiting at pick up.

“‘Jaskier’ - what kind of name is that? His parents must hate him.” He laughed loudly. The sound was high-pitched and obnoxious.

Jaskier looked up to see who went with the voice. The man was about his age but with close-cropped blonde hair. He was quite a bit shorter than Jaskier and overly muscled. He was wearing ill-fitting jeans and had on a too-tight t-shirt that read ‘Nice Snatch’. An equally poorly-dressed friend was waiting with him.

Jaskier sighed to himself.

“My parents do, in fact, hate me, but the name is only a drop in the bucket,” Jaskier told him cheerfully over the noise of the espresso machine.

The obnoxious man glanced over and his eyes widened a tiny bit when he recognized Jaskier. Then a smirk slid onto his face.

“I don’t blame them - your shirt is gay, man,” he snickered. Jaskier realized the man was drunk, and marveled at the lethal levels of irony. A man wearing a ‘Nice Snatch’ t-shirt was criticizing his lovely purple leaf-patterned button up.

“You do realize what your shirt says, right?”

Jaskier finished making the espresso and placed it on the pick up counter. “I have an espresso for Geralt?” he called loudly.

“At least I’m not playing lame covers in a shitty coffee shop.”

“Yet, you are drunk in said coffee shop at 6:30 on a Thursday. What an enviable lifestyle that implies.”

Geralt approached them from behind and towered over the guy. The waiting friend saw Geralt and flinched.

“Come on, Brandon. Let’s just go,” he said, eyeing Geralt nervously.

“Hey, fuck you, man,” Brandon sputtered when he finally caught up to Jaskier’s sarcasm.

“Is there a problem here?” Geralt’s deep voice nearly growled.

Brandon startled and turned to see the large man behind him.

“No, no problems to speak of,” Jaskier said as lightly as he could. “This gentleman was just giving professional music criticism his best shot. Turns out he won’t be buying my first album.”

Jaskier saw Geralt tense and he stepped out from behind the counter to place a calming hand on Geralt’s arm.

“Oh, is he your boyfriend?” Brandon asked, like it was the funniest thing in the world.

Before Jaskier could respond, Geralt tilted his head down and kissed Jaskier firmly.

Jaskier smiled into the kiss and pressed himself tightly into Geralt’s chest.

He turned to face Brandon and his reddening complexion.

“Brandon, dear. Do run along and rethink your life choices.”

Jaskier could practically see the wheels turning in Brandon’s mind as his brain struggled to process what was happening.

The friend was practically pulling on Brandon’s shirt, but the man himself remained rooted to the spot. Jaskier sent up a silent plea to the gods that the musclehead wouldn’t do anything truly stupid.

Geralt took a step closer and leaned in, eyes narrowed.

“Fuck. Off.”

Jaskier could nearly feel it vibrating in his chest.

Brandon, to his credit, made the smart choice for once in his life. He and his friend vanished into the crowd, drinks forgotten.

Jaskier chuckled to himself as he picked up Geralt’s drink and handed it over. He was a little surprised to see the golden eyes burning back at him, brighter than ever.

“Fuck that guy. Fuck him. You’re…” Geralt grunted and looked down at his drink.

Jaskier took his hand and squeezed it. “It’s okay, Geralt. Really. He’s a dick. And I mean, you can go online and read people talking shit about literally the greatest artists of all time. Honestly, The Beatles, overrated? I don’t take it personally…”

“Jaskier, you’re… your music is…” He looked up and Jaskier’s breath caught at the fire in his eyes. “You make me happy.”

Jaskier felt a spark in his stomach. The warmth flooded him, and his fingertips tingled as he touched Geralt’s face.

“You make me happy, too.”

* * * *

“Hmm…” Geralt squeezed Jaskier’s hand. “That guy was such a douche.”

Jaskier laughed. “Poor Brandon.”

They rocked silently, eyes closing again.

“What about you?” Jaskier finally asked.

“What about me what?”

“Geralt! When did you know you loved me?”

“That first time you met Lambert. Well, the second time, I guess.”

“Geralt.”

“Hmm?”

“That’s not a story.”

“You were there, Jaskier.”

Jaskier groaned. “Yes, I know, Geralt! But I wasn’t inside your head and I want to hear you tell me a story.”

Geralt sighed and wiggled a bit to test if any of his limbs had fallen asleep. “Okay. So when Lambert sat down-”

“No.”

“No?”

“No, you have to lead up to it! Go back!”

Geralt sighed and rolled his eyes affectionately. “We were in the elevator coming to see you….”

* * * *

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lovelyrita1967 · 4 years

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This fic is just pure soft Regis for my friend @ro-the-bard-writer. If you would like to read about Regis cuddling a hurting Tissaia in front of a fire during a snowstorm, this is for you. You can read it here on AO3 (T, 5K) 🔥❄️

* * * *

Tissaia perched on the edge of the couch and held her hands up to the warmth, goosebumps prickling her skin.

Another shiver wracked her body and she rubbed her hands together.

Regis edged closer and slowly reached for her hands. “May I…?”

She nodded.

He placed his hands on either side of hers. His long, elegant fingers covered hers completely. “They’re like ice,” he said with dismay, and began to rub gently.

* * * *

If you know any other Regis lovers (or Tissaia I suppose!), please share this with them. ❤️

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ok I am *screaming* I just read jitters and I am unable to string words together at present but I just wanted to 1) say IT WAS LOVELY 💖 and 2) ask if you could tag me in any future fics

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Jaskier: TRISSSSSSS OMFG YOU HAVE TO SEE HOW HOT MY NEW GARDENER IS MY BRAIN IS MELTING

Triss: Okay you need to calm down

Jaskier: FUUUUUUCK HE’S BEAUTIFUL IT HURTS 😭😭😭

Jaskier: I WILL NOT CALM DOWN

Triss: Pic then

Jaskier: I cannot take a pic of him

Triss: Then I don’t believe you

Jaskier: FINE. One minute

Jaskier: [Slightly off center photo through the window - Geralt is tall and broad, shirtless, sculpted. He’s wearing jeans and is bent over, reaching into the shrubs. A hint of his face is visible, with a straight nose and strong jaw. His hair is white and is piled on top of his head. He is sweaty and a little dirty.]

Triss: Holy fuck

Jaskier: I told you

Jaskier: Triss what do I do

Triss: Watch him

Jaskier: I HAVE BEEN. I can’t just stare at him through the window all day

Triss: Yeah you can

Jaskier: No I mean… what should I say to him?

Triss: Ask if he wants some water?

Jaskier: YOU’RE BRILLIANT

Jaskier: It looks hot out there. Do you need some water or anything?

Geralt: Yes, thank you.

Jaskier: omg he said yes to water

Triss: Let me know how it goes!!

Jaskier: I’m back. Fuck he’s so hot I want to cry. And then have him lick all my tears off 😏

Jaskier: NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO FUUUUUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK I JUST TEXTED HIM INSTEAD OF YOU I SAID HE WAS HOT AND THAT I WANTED HIM TO LICK ME FUUUUUUUCK

Triss: Oh shit

Triss: What did he say??????

Jaskier: NOTHING YET 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Geralt: ...

Jaskier: He’s not replying. What do I do what do I do what do i doooooo

Jaskier: I’m so sorry, that was meant for someone else.

Geralt: I figured.

Jaskier: I’m really sorry.

Geralt: Don’t be sorry. And don’t cry.

Jaskier: I think… I think he’s flirting.

Triss: 😈 Get it, Jask.

Jaskier: Too late. Tears everywhere.

Geralt: …

Geralt: 👅

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