#in my head its like. geralt and jaskier are roommates and have been for years until this new partner

[roughentumble]

that idea of yours that's Geralt in a shitty relationship while Jaskier supports him as his friend while pining for him? I was thinking about it the other day with Geralt's gf just being a real asshole, wanting an 'open relationship' but only she's allowed to sleep with other people and when he tells Jaskier, Jaskier's a little furious, points out she's cheating on him and how if she wanted to bring someone else into the relationship she could've asked Geralt how he felt about a threesome or something with someone he trusts

And Geralt asks, hypothetically of course, "Would you? If she asked?" and Jaskier immediately scoffs and goes, "I'd be flattered of course but I have absolutely no interest in ever sleeping with her"

And Geralt's like !!!!! bc apparently Jaskier's only opposed to the idea of sleeping with her not Geralt and that's gotta mean something, right?

the words rattle around in his head as he lays next to his partner that night, thinks about how much he cares about jaskier. thinks about all the good times theyve had. maybe jaskier's noticed he's been down recently, has tried harder to cheer him up, something corny but sweet like breakfast for dinner while some upbeat playlist runs in the background, which devolves into dancing in the kitchen and laughing... until his partner'd called and brought the mood down. how more and more often jaskier is the break he needs from the stress of his relationship. thinks if only, maybe, in a different life, etc

but he's too wrapped up in the shit relationship to even think about getting an out, cuz theyve sunk their tendrils in too deep.

#in my head its like. geralt and jaskier are roommates and have been for years until this new partner #and geralt still technically lives w/ jask but spends a lot of his nights at the partner's place #the only reason he hasnt moved yet is cuz of their lease #but his partner holds it over his head as ''proof'' that like #he's too childish+afraid of commitment+a Permanent Bachelor and he needs to Leave His Bachelor Pad Behind. #which really doesnt describe his situation with jaskier at all they are Literally just Friends Who split Rent which is very normal #but geralt is unfortunately really really good at taking (even bad faith) criticism to heart and assuming he's doing something wrong #so he just kinda takes it and swears he'll change #while jaskier is in the corner tearing his HAIR OUT because geralt is perfectly wonderful and doesnt NEED to change thank you very much. #witcher tag #ogc tag #its a whole thing and jaskier is watching his best friend whom he loves waste away to an emotional leech #who simultaneously ignores him and yet demands all his attention. #gets bored of him and puts him on a shelf yet gets pissed when he gets bored or even god forbid has FUN while waiting around for them #'i think /i/ should see other people but make sure to wait up to make sure i make it home safe. and you shouldnt bother i'd get too jealous' #you know. real soul sucker type shit #(maybe not ALL these things at once but idk im batting a few concepts around)

[fontegagrilledcheese]

Dumbasses in Quarantine

This is my Bog Exchange fic! I finally finished! This is for the lovely @herostag I hope they like it!

Special thanks to Dani and Doug for beating my grammar with a stick. Ily <3

This is 2.9K words of idiots being idiots during the plague. Just pure fluff, no CW here. Modern Au.

1. Geralt had finally had enough of Jaskier complaining about all the takeout they had been consuming since everything had gone on lockdown, so here he was, watching a pot of noodles cook while Jaskier was in the living room weeding his island in Animal Crossing for the third time that week. He stirs the spaghetti around before grabbing a second pot and the jar of pasta sauce that he had bought at some point in the last few years. Geralt pours the sauce into the pot, throws some Italian seasoning in and hmms at the consistency before ladling some pasta water into the sauce to thin it out slightly. “Dinner’s almost ready” Geralt softly calls to Jaskier before going back to his noodles, fishing one out to check the doneness. Geralt bites into it and makes a face at the sweetness as Jaskier walks into the kitchen.

 “Everything all right there?” Jaskier inquires, coming over to look into the pots on the stove. 

“Hmmm, I think so. Taste this?” Geralt fishes another noodle out to hand over to Jaskier, who eats it with a hum. 

“That doesn’t taste right,” Jaskier says thoughtfully. “But I don't know enough about cooking to dispute it.” 

Geralt hums again, “Think it will be fine?” 

Jaskier just shrugs and goes to set the table, leaving Geralt to finish putting the meal together. Geralt tilts his head at the pots on the stove before pulling out his phone to text  Eskel ‘is pasta supposed to be sweet when cooking?’

While waiting for a reply, Geralt drains the noodles and dumps them into the sauce to stir them in before his phone rings with a call from Eskel. 

“You tried a noodle and it tasted sweet?”

“Yeah, is it supposed to be like that?”

There is a moment of silence where Lambert can be heard laughing in the background before Eskel replies, “Are you sure you put salt in the water?”

“Yeah, poured a bunch of salt in there like you said to.”

Eskel hums, “Are you sure it wasn't sugar? Did you make sure to taste it first?”

The silence on Geralt's side is telling, and Lambert can be heard dying in the background. 

“Thanks Eskel,” Geralt says before hanging up and staring down at the pot of sugared spaghetti. 

“Hey Jask, how do you feel about getting takeout again?”

Jaskier sighs, “What happened?”

Geralt blushes “I… I may have put sugar in the water instead of salt…”

“Oh… but the sauce?” 

“I put some of the pasta water in the sauce to thin it.”

Jaskier starts giggling, “G-Geralt... noooo.”

Geralt sighs, wearily turning off the stove. “So takeout?” 

“Yeah, takeout is fine. Whatever you feel like.”

Geralt hums and pulls up the delivery app, “Sorry, Jask.”

Jaskier sidles up to him, giving him a half hug, “Thanks for trying.” He leans fully into him so he can see Geralt's phone as they order.

2. A while into quarantine, Jaskier decided he needed some greenery in his life, since he couldn’t leave the house. This led Jaskier to order himself a cute little cactus from a local nursery for the next time they order a grocery pick up. Talking Geralt into stopping by the shop on the way back from the store proved easier than Jaskier had anticipated. Geralt had begrudgingly agreed after hours of Jaskier’s pouting and puppy eyes wearing him down. 

Jaskier dances around the apartment with his new treasure before placing it on the sunny windowsill in their living room. Geralt rolls his eyes but smiles at his roommates' antics, “You do know how to take care of it don’t you?”

Jaksier pouts at him, “It’s a cactus, how hard can it be! I just water it every so often and bam, beautiful thriving mini Geralt!”

Geralt huffs at him, grabbing a controller for their gaming console, “You promised I could destroy you at Mortal Combat if we picked up the plant.”

“Yes, yes Geralt I’m coming, just let me water my precious child.”

Weeks later, Little Geralt starts looking a bit droopy, causing Jaskier to water him, but unfortunately Jaskier does not account for his ADHD and lack of calendar filling out, and proceeds to water the poor cactus every day for the next two weeks, water logging and eventually killing poor Little Geralt.

Once Jaskier realizes, he cries to Geralt only a little and has a funeral for the cactus as he throws it away, being the absolute most dramatic about it as possible. Geralt just rolls his eyes at the antics and adds a new plant to the order list to pick up the next time they have their outing to go get groceries.

Jaskier gives Geralt the biggest hug when he realises they’re heading to the plant store and talks excitedly about how determined he is to to not kill Little Geralt the Second; Geralt just rolls his eyes half heartedly but helps Jaskier set up a calendar to keep track of when he’s watered the cactus. This works for about a month before Jaskier gets busy and forgets about his little plant, frying on the windowsill, until Geralt notices about three months later.

“Hey Jask, your cactus is looking a bit… shriveled.”

Jaskier rushes into the living room “NO!” He yells as he slides to a stop on his knees before the  dried up little plant “Noooooooo, Little Geralt the Second, nooooo!” he shakes his fists at the ceiling.

Geralt pats his shoulder comfortingly, “At least it lived longer this time.”

Jaskier shakes his head with a sigh. “I’m a terrible plant parent.”

Geralt hmms consolingly, “We can get you another. I’ll try to help you keep better track of it this time.” 

Jaskier nods, “Thanks Geralt,” and picks up his dead plant to go throw it out. 

Geralt just hmms and pulls up the pick-up list on his phone to add a new little cactus.

Three months later, Little Geralt the Third is thriving in its place on the windowsill, happily soaking up the sun on a bright spring day as a breeze comes through the window. Jaskier dances around the living room, vacuuming and dusting as Geralt cleans the kitchen of the previous night’s actually decent attempt at cooking. Jaskier sings along to ABBA, twirling with his duster mic when disaster strikes poor Little Geralt the Third. Jaskier swirls too close to the window and pops his hip at just the wrong time and the plant wobbles before being pushed off the edge and falls three stories down to the concrete sidewalk down below. Jaskier freezes at the crashing sound and turns to look out the window, staring down at his poor, broken plant.

“Nooooooo, Geralt!” Jaskier yells, and Geralt comes running in from the kitchen, startled by Jaskier’s cry. 

“Jask?!” 

Jaskier just points down at the sidewalk, falling to his knees “Geralt, I killed him! I killed our son! To ABBA!” 

Jaskier sprawls out on the floor dramatically, mourning the fate of poor Little Geralt the Third, who had been thriving wonderfully before going splat on the pavement. 

Geralt sits down next to his dramatic roommate and pats his leg, “That one was actually doing pretty well. Maybe we could get another and just find a better place for it to sit?”

Jaskier sniffles and looks through his lashes at Geralt, “Really?” 

Geralt nods before being tackled to the ground in a tight hug. 

“Thanks Geralt.” Jaskier whispers, nuzzling into his friend.

3. Geralt stood staring into the mirror at the red roots growing into his perfect silver platinum hair. He pouts at it, looking at his hair and then back down at his phone at the pictures of his past beautiful silver hair. 

“I can do it, how hard can it be?” he grumbles, glaring back at his roots. He nods to himself before searching different bleaches, toners, and silver dyes that are available at their local beauty shop.

A week and two trips to the store later, Geralt is once again standing in the bathroom and glaring at his roots in the mirror. “How hard can it be...”

Five hours later, Jaskier comes home from the park to Geralt sitting on the couch in a hoodie with the hood on and scrunched up around his face, pouting.

“So how did it go?” he asks.

Geralt grunts in response.

“Oh it can’t be that bad,” comes Jaskier’s exasperated reply, reaching for the hood over the back of the couch.

Geralt growls and catches his hand, yanking and pulling Jaskier over the couch and partially into his lap.

Jaskier laughs and reaches up again with both hands, trying to use one as a distraction. Geralt growls again and tackles him to the floor to pin him, where they tussle around before Jaskier gets an upper hand and pulls the hood off. Geralt freezes as Jaskier stares at him with wide eyes and a growing smile.

 “Don’t,” he growls.

Jaskier’s grin turns into giggles, then into full on laughter. “Geralt! Your hair!” 

Geralt sits back with a pout, still sitting on Jaskier. “I know, it's horrible.”

“It's bright purple! What did you do!?”

Geralt flushes, “I forgot to set a timer and left the toner in too long. It should wash out and wear off in a few weeks,” he grumbles.

Jaskier continues to giggle. “Well at least it's not permanent, and you bleached the roots pretty well.”

Geralt sighs and nods before laying down on Jaskier for a consolation cuddle. “Yeah, at least there's that.”

4. Geralt’s birthday was coming up and Jaskier was determined to celebrate it, even if they couldn’t go on their customary birthday bar crawl that they had gone on for both of their birthdays since they had been roommates in college. Jaskier wanted to go the extra mile for his bestest friend in the whole world and decided that he was going to make Geralt a homemade cake, icing drizzle and all. Jaskier had scoured the internet for weeks trying to find a cake he thought geralt would like and that he thought he could make with his limited baking abilities. He finally found the perfect recipe for a simple strawberry pound cake that he only had to buy a minimal amount of extra ingredients for. 

The day of Geralt's birthday, Jaskier sets up in the kitchen and banishes Geralt to the living room to play his new Witcher game while Jaskier makes the cake. 

He starts by setting out everything he needs and getting the beaters set up and his recipe out. He preheats the oven and then gets to work measuring everything out carefully, looking back at his recipe often, so often he doesn’t quite notice that he’s grabbed the salt container instead of the sugar and measures out the three cups the recipe calls for before adding it into the wet ingredients bowl to cream together as stated by the recipe. Jaskier goes about making his cake and mixing it up, carefully pouring it into the disposable cake tin they had bought specially for the event before putting it in the oven and carefully setting a timer on his phone.

He takes a break for a moment to make a cup of tea before cleaning up the mess from the cake and mixing up the simple drizzle icing for the cake.

The timer goes off and Jaskier pokes the cake with a toothpick as he has been directed, frowning at the lopsided cake. 

“Is that how it should look?” he mutters to himself, looking at the clean toothpick. “Guess it’s done.”

He pulls the cake out of the oven and  sets it on the rack to cool, poking little holes in it with the toothpick to help it cool and absorb some of the icing later.

After 30 minutes, he drizzles the icing over the cake, humming happily to himself. 

“Geralt, do you want to do cake now or later?” he calls into the living room. Geralt hmms and stands before replying, “Now.”

Jaskier grins and grabs them plates, forks, and a knife to cut the cake with.

Geralt stands beside him at the counter, smiling softly at the cake Jaskier has made him. 

“Thanks Jask,” he says softly. 

Jaskier grins fully at him. “Happy birthday, Geralt!”

They cut into the cake and serve themselves. Geralt happily eats his, reaching out to get seconds while Jaskier frowns at his slice. “Does this taste right to you?” he takes another bite while Geralt shrugs.

“Tastes fine to me,” he replies, happy to continue eating what his Jaskier has made him. 

Jaskier frowns more and looks at his recipe, “I dunno, doesn’t it taste salty?” 

Geralt hmms in thought before continuing to eat, “Suppose so, but it’s not too bad.”

Jaskier gasps. “Geralt! No Geralt, stop eating that! I must have mixed up the salt and sugar when I was measuring, oh! It's terrible, I’m so sorry, Geralt,” he whines, looking almost at the verge of tears. 

This causes Geralt to pause his gremlin-like cake eating, setting the plate down before pulling his best friend into a tight hug, resting his head against the others. “So maybe you had a booboo with it and it’s a little salty. You know I’m not picky, and it tastes fine and vaguely like strawberries. I’ll eat it anyway, Jask.” he grumbles out.

Jaskier sniffles. “But you deserve a good cake that’s made correctly.”

Geralt hums, “Maybe, but this is something you’ve made for me with all your heart, and I think it tastes alright, and I will keep eating it, because you made it for me and that makes it taste all the sweeter.”

Jaskier sniffles again, squeezing the man in his arms tightly “Oh, you big softy! You don’t have to eat it.” 

“But I want to.”

“Fine.” Jaskier sighs, nuzzling the broad chest he’s pressed against. “Love you”

Geralt smiles softly, pressing a kiss to Jaskiers temple. “Love you too, you disaster.” 

Jaskier gasps and smacks his chest “You!”

Geralt laughs and grabs his cake before dragging Jaskier to the couch. “Come on, I demand my birthday cuddles.”

Jaskier puffs his cheeks but settles against Geralt on the couch, holding the controller for him “If this is my penance.”

5. Usually Jaskier did the laundry while Geralt did dishes. This was because Jaskier had many a delicate piece in his wardrobe and he did not trust Geralt to treat his clothes the right way if he were to do the laundry. Geralt didn’t care much either way who did the dishes and who did the laundry, as long as the chores ended up done in the end. This was how their kitchen, laundry nook, and part of their living room ended up absolutely covered in bubbles.

They had decided to switch up the chore rotation for the week because the dishes weren’t too bad and Jaskier hadn’t worn any of his ‘delicate’ pieces in the past week and a half, meaning there was nothing of his Geralt could mess up. The switching of chores had unforeseen consequences however, in that neither remembers exactly how to do the new chore, as they hadn’t had to in at least a year. Rather than ask the other for help, both Jaskier and Geralt decided to wing it and try their best. 

Jaskier stares down at Geralt, slav squatting, staring at the bubbles that were slowly invading their apartment via the laundry and kitchen. 

“So, I couldn’t remember which dish liquid was the one for the dishwasher and put the red one in, which was apparently the wrong choice…… What did you do to create the bubbles in the washer?” 

Geralt grunts. “That was the dawn dish soap that we hand wash the alcohol glasses with,” he sighs. “I may have put a full cup of laundry detergent in the washing machine”

Jaskier gasps “A full- Geralt! The entire cup!? That’s at least double the amount you’re supposed to use!” 

Geralt pouts. “I couldn’t remember how much,” he grumbles

“You could have asked me!”

This earns Jaskier a raised eyebrow and the stink eye.

“Fair enough,” he giggles. “We should have asked each other when we were confused.”

Geralt nods before standing. “Well I guess we should turn the appliances off before the bubbles get worse… wish me luck”

Jaskier nods and jokingly salutes him. “I’ll remember you dearly.”

Geralt chuckles and shakes his head before wading into the bubbles to stop the dishwasher and washing machine cycles.

A minute later he reappears, covered in bubbles from head to toe, looking like some sort of grumpy snowman. Jaskier laughs at him before Geralt smirks and captures him in a bear hug, causing the man to shriek. “Nooo! Geralt my clothes! Ackkkk!”

Geralt swings him, picking him up slightly. “I think if we let the bubbles settle we can clean up in a little, but we should change first.”

Jaskier pouts “The point of you doing it was so only one of us had to change.”

Geralt gives him a toothy grin, carrying him towards their bedrooms to change. “But you laughed at me, that demands retribution.”

Jaskier just sticks his tongue out at him before being set down in front of his room. “Wanna play Smash while we wait?”

Geralt grins, “What, wanna get wrecked that badly?” he winks to Jaskiers affronted gasp before going in his room to change.

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Hope y’all enjoyed it >///<

#bog exchange #the witcher #geraskier #Geralt #Jaskier #and they were roommates #modern au #pre slash #best friends #could be established relationship #lowkey aro jaskier #ADHD jaskier #himbo geralt #cheese writes #this is so long omfg #i can't believe i wrote so many words #cheesy productions #hope hero likes it #cuddly boys #maybe they're both aro #idk #but they are best friends #no touch starved boys here

[geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde]

He’s Not Important

Valdo is the perfect man, he really is. He’s thoughtful, he’s kind, he loves Jaskier. Jaskier wants something else.

Jaskier/Valdo (current), Jaskier/Geralt (past)

Warnings: Heavy angst, rough sex, violence, drug and alcohol use, dub-con*, adultery, toxic people and their toxic relationships, overuse of flashbacks, Valdo’s not the bad guy in this one, ending is ambiguous and all characters could be happy one day with a lot of therapy so y’know... *marking as dubcon because, at times, all parties were unable to fully consent due to drugs/alcohol and also the mental states of Jaskier and Geralt are questionable at *all* times

-

Jaskier smiled the most enthusiastic smile he could manage as Valdo opened the door to the restaurant, ushering him inside. He was doing his best to feel excited; it was their anniversary after all, and the restaurant was amazing, and he was here with his boyfriend of two years.

He worried his smile fell flat.

It shouldn’t, really. He should be thrilled, happy to be here. Valdo was amazing, the perfect gentleman at all times. He was kind and thoughtful and everything you should want from a partner. And every time he smiled at Jaskier and told him how much he loved him, Jaskier felt empty inside. There was no reason for this, Valdo was easily the best boyfriend Jaskier had ever had, certainly the kindest and most thoughtful. All of his friends were jealous, they looked at Valdo and saw the epitome of boyfriend material. He truly cared about Jaskier’s wellbeing, his thoughts, his feelings, it was amazing. It should be everything Jaskier needed from a relationship, everything he could want.

It wasn’t.

He craved more. He would lie awake at night remembering his last relationship, the fire that ran through his veins. The urgency, the passion.

Jaskier had never felt those things with Valdo.

It was like an addiction and he was hopeless to stop it. His skin itched as he tried to pick a fight, to get Valdo to raise his voice, to throw something at a wall. But he never did, Valdo stayed calm and kind and wanted to understand what was wrong, wanted to help.

It was too much for Jaskier.

Sitting across from Valdo in the restaurant, Jaskier knew that he could easily let himself stay in this miserable dead-end relationship. He would be fine.

Not happy. Never happy.

He would never be happy, though.

-

Jaskier groaned as his back was slammed up against the nearest wall. He felt Geralt’s mouth on his neck, biting down as he ground his hips against Jaskier’s.

They had been arguing, again. Geralt missed another dinner, one they had been planning for weeks. He said he was busy at work, that he got held up. He got held up at work a lot.

Jaskier had spent hours agonizing over the meal, cleaning the apartment, he had gone out of his way to pick up the hard-to-find imported beer Geralt favored. It was supposed to be special. But Geralt stumbled in two hours late, smelling like whiskey and cigarettes, excuses falling off of his lips as soon as he took in the sight of Jaskier sitting dejectedly at the table, the now cold meal still sitting in front of him.

The excuses were too much, making Jaskier see red. The next thing he realized, his plate was flying through the air, slamming into the wall behind Geralt, shattering all over the ground. And then Jaskier was pushed up against a wall, teeth digging into his neck. And then he was bent over the kitchen counter, more dishes being pushed off as he tried to brace himself. Geralt pushed into him brutally, making Jaskier grunt as he was rhythmically forced up against the cabinets. He groaned at the pain, already feeling the bruises forming.

-

“How was last week, by the way? When I was out of town. I hope you weren’t too lonely with me gone.” Valdo tried to strike up conversation as they looked over their menus. Jaskier didn’t respond.

-

Geralt was like a drug Jaskier just couldn’t seem to quit. Memories of their time together haunted Jaskier, he could still practically feel the man’s grip, tight and unrelenting, as he pounded into him from behind after they fought again. He could still feel his teeth biting down, too hard, always too hard, on Jaskier’s thigh, marking him, claiming him.

It was little surprise that Jaskier ended up back in Geralt’s bed despite their breakup, despite his current relationship with Valdo. But Valdo was out of town and Jaskier had an itch he needed scratched. And Geralt, well Geralt had always managed to scratch that itch better than anyone else ever had.

It was just a matter of sending a simple text, “you home?” and then Jaskier was in Geralt’s apartment, bent in half as Jaskier screamed out in a mix of pleasure and pain. Geralt was just as rough as Jaskier remembered him being, just as aggressive, just as uncaring of Jaskier’s pleasure, simply taking his own.

Jaskier loved it.

-

Jaskier smiled politely at the waiter as the man stumbled through taking their order, staring at Jaskier as if he recognized him. As he walked away, Jaskier couldn’t help but notice the tattoo on the back of the man’s forearm, a memory hitting him like a truck.

-

Jaskier leaned on the man in front of him, letting their bodies rub together. His hands were woven through the man’s hair. The man had a tattooed arm wrapped around him, one hand down the back of Jaskier’s pants, gripping his ass tightly and grinding them together, his other hand still holding the drink Jaskier had first approached him with.

He felt himself being moved backward, toward the bathrooms. He was desperate, the vodka mixing with the ecstasy in ways that clouded Jaskier’s head, making him whine, every sensation amplified tenfold. His head spun with lust and he felt himself pressed up against the door of the bathroom.

SMASH

Jaskier forced his eyes open, focusing on the sight in front of him. Geralt, hovering in front of him, Jaskier’s… friend’s drink, smashed on the ground, the man in question thrown on the ground. Suddenly, Geralt has a hand on Jaskier’s shirt, pulling and manhandling him out of the back exit of the club, pushing him up against the wall of the alleyway.

Jaskier keens at the first thrust, Geralt pushing into him with far too little preparation. The drag of skin on skin like lightning shooting through his veins. He’s achingly hard, crying for more, harder, and then it’s over. Geralt’s done, telling Jaskier to pull up his pants and hurry the fuck up so they don’t miss the last train.

Jaskier brings himself on that night sitting on the floor of the shower, his hands scraped and bloody from the wall in the alleyway.

He cries.

-

Jaskier leaned over the bar biting his lip as he practically stared down the shirt of the bartender, “Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to convince you to spend the night with me?”

She frowned back at him, “I saw you come in with your boyfriend.”

“He’s not important.”

Crossing her arm in front of her, she wouldn’t even meet Jaskier’s eyes, “I’m not a homewrecker.”

“You wouldn’t be wrecking any homes, like I said, he’s not important.”

“I can’t take you home, I have a roommate.”

Jaskier smiled, he had known from the moment he saw her he would have her, “Well then I’ll take you back with me.”

“To the apartment you share with your boyfriend?” She sounded skeptical, but not nearly as opposed as she probably should have.

“I’ll put a sock on the door, he can wait outside.”

“That’s fucked up.”

Jaskier shrugged, standing up to his full height and throwing back the rest of his drink, the burn in his throat sending warmth through him, “Do you want to fuck, or not? Because if you’re amenable, I’d like to spend at least an hour with my head between your legs.”

The woman glanced over his shoulder to where Valdo sat quietly, waiting for Jaskier to come back with the drinks he said he was going to get about half an hour ago. Jaskier had been hoping that maybe by flirting with the bartender, Valdo would get riled up, drag Jaskier back home and claim him, make him understand who he belonged to.

Instead, Valdo just… waited.

“You’re sure he won’t mind?” The girl finally asked.

“Doesn’t really matter if he does or doesn’t, I’ll get you off either way. Three times if you behave.”

The woman flushed and grabbed a piece of paper, scribbling her phone number on it and sliding it across the bar, “I’m off work at three.”

“I’ll text you where to meet me.”

…

“She seemed nice!”

“She wants to fuck me,” Jaskier responded dully, throwing her number on the table in front of Valdo so he could see her name scrawled on it.

Valdo smiled back at him, “Well of course she does. Look at you. If I didn’t already have you then I would be trying to get your attention too!”

“I want to fuck her.”

“Oh… well, I don’t blame you. She’s beautiful. And like I said, so are you. I’m lucky to have you.”

Jaskier stands up abruptly, grabbing his jacket, “I’m leaving.” He storms out of the building.

Hours later when he stumbles into their apartment, smelling of whiskey and cigarettes and a woman’s perfume, Valdo asks no questions, just helps Jaskier clean up and makes sure he’s okay.

-

The meal came and they ate in silence, Jaskier focusing on his plate until Valdo cleared his throat. Jaskier looked up, trying hard to not look bored and undoubtedly failing. Valdo stood from his seat, kneeling on the floor beside Jaskier.

Fuck.

“Jaskier, I love you so much and I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life without you. Will you marry me?”

Jaskier felt like the world was spinning around him, crashing down. His cheat seized; his hands shook. He needed out.

“No.”

-

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2. I confessed to you when I thought I was dying but I survived blah blah blah but its moden au Jaskier with the manflu so he was never actually "dying" to begin with 😂

So this one got a bit long.  Sorry not sorry? It’s silly but fun, just like you. 1700 words of Geraskier modern day au.

Possible Trigger Warning: Geralt starts having a panic attack but it stops before it goes full force.

---

Jaskier is currently cocooned inside his blankets, wrapped up snugly and refusing to move.  There’s a tiny opening that leaves his mouth free, and he coughs pathetically through it.  His whole body is clammy and he hasn’t showered in a couple of days.  He just knows he’s going to die here in his own filth.  He just knows.

Someone taps on the top of his blanket burrito but he just growls at them, assuming they’ll leave him to die in peace.  “I come bearing gifts,” Geralt’s rumbling voice announces as he starts unwrapping Jaskier.

“Don’t let the air in!” he cries out, making a valiant yet failing attempt at stopping Geralt from freeing him.  He blinks slowly, hissing as the harsh light hits his eyes.  His roommate just laughs at him and places a glass of water and two green pills in his hands.  He’s about to deny the medicine, but Geralt raises an eyebrow and stares at him with this grumpy and lovable face, and Jaskier is helpless to do anything but obey.

“Do you want to take a shower?  It might help,” Geralt suggests.

“Or  might fall down and break my neck.  I doubt I could stand right now.  Let me perish in peace,” Jaskier says dramatically.  He hates this, hates feeling less than his best or dependent on others, even if it’s just Geralt.  Just Geralt.  Just the guy he’s been in love with for years, who is taking care of him and making him feel even dizzier than the flu has.

“The Nyquil should help then,” Geralt offers as he takes the glass and sets it on Jaskier’s nightstand.

“Hold up!  You gave me Nyquil!  That makes me super loopy!  I’m going to have weird nightmares now,” Jaskier grumbles, throwing in a pout for good measure.

“You’ll be fine,” Geralt tells him, rolling his eyes.  There’s an undercurrent of worry in his expression, though, like he might just care.  It’s enough to drive Jaskier insane.  He’s been overthinking every little phrase, every casual touch, every heavy look for the past few years.  He’s normally better at ignoring it - or at least pretending to - but the cold meds must be kicking in already.

“Last time I took Nyquil I had a dream that you died, Geralt.  I don’t want to go through that again,” he mumbles.  It had been horrible, waking up in the middle of the night sure that the love of his life has just bled out in his arms.  He’d rather avoid it if he can.

“Well budge over then,” Geralt tells him as he slides into the bed.  He grabs the top sheet that Jaskier shoved over to the other side of the bed and settles under it.  Jaskier tilts his head and silently questions the move, so Geralt adds, “If I sleep here tonight you won’t be alone.  I’ll be here if you have a nightmare.  Just get some sleep.  I’m sure you’ll feel better tomorrow.”

Jaskier’s heart clenches in his chest and he just smiles at Geralt before sorting out his layers of blankets.  And if he shifts closer to him, that’s nobody’s business but his own.

---

“Geralt!  Get back here!  Geralt!” Jaskier shouts and Geralt jumps awake.  His blood is pumping and he’s ready to fight, but there’s nothing there, just Jaskier crying out in his sleep.

A nightmare then.

Feeling guilty won’t help the situation, so Geralt ignores the little voice in his head telling him that this is all his fault.  He reaches out and tentatively puts a hand on Jaskier’s shoulder, not to wake him, just to offer some comfort while he dreams.

“You can’t leave...I love you,” Jaskier sobs out, his whole body shaking with the force of it.  Geralt stills, his gut a pit of anxiety as he tries to take in what just happened.  How best friend - his only friend - and the possible love of his life just confessed in his sleep.

The Nyquil.  It had to be fever dreams from the drugs.  Geralt waits a minute to make sure he’s ok and then lays back down, ready to ignore his own feelings and go the fuck to sleep.

Only half a minute later Jaskier springs to life, actually crying as he shakes Geralt muttering, “Tell me you’re ok!  Tell me you’re ok!”

“I’m fine, it was a dream,” Geralt tells him, reaching out to wrap and arm around him.  Jaskier still looks half wild, hair sticking up in weird angles and eyes impossibly wide, but he just nods sharply and settles back down on the bed.  He tucks up against Geralt, nuzzling into his shoulder as he starts to fall back to sleep.

“Have to be ok because I love you,” Jaskier whispers as he nods off.

Geralt spends the rest of the night staring at the ceiling and rethinking his entire life.

---

When Jaskier wakes up, the morning light is streaming through his blinds and his head feels much better.  He’s pretty sure the fever has broken, because he is suddenly very aware of exactly how gross his body is.  He drags himself out of bed with a grimace and heads to the shower.

Half an hour later he’s clean and clear-headed for the first time in a week.  He’s also ravenous, his stomach growling as he stumbles into the kitchen.  Geralt is at the stove, scrambling eggs, and he shoots him a little wave before grabbing a bowl and filling it with Cheerios.

“You look better,” Geralt says, and his voice sounds off.  Jaskier squints his eyes at him and studies him, but he’s not sure what the problem is.  Maybe he said something stupid under the influence of the Nyquil?  He hates that stuff, but it apparently did the trick, because he is definitely not dead anymore.

“Can’t keep a good man down,” Jaskier blurts out, laughing to himself as he dumps milk in his bowl.

“Do you uh...remember anything from last night?” Geralt asks softly.  Oh yeah, he definitely did something embarrassing then.  God, he hates Nyquil.

“I remember you taking care of me like the very best friend I could ever ask for?” Jaskier tells him, avoiding his gaze by shoving a heaping spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

“Ok.  I mean, it was probably the cold meds.  It was nothing.  I’m being weird.  I can’t stop talking.  I’m being even weirder.  Tell me to shut up, please!” Geralt spits out, looking more and more frantic by the second.  

Jaskier flies across the room and wraps him in a tight hug.  It’s not often that his anxiety manifests like this, but hugs have always helped in the past.  Geralt clings to him, but he’s twitchy, like he can’t keep still if he tried.  He buries his face in Jaskier’s shoulder, effectively muffling any words that might try to slip out.  Jaskier runs his hands down his back in what he hopes are comforting strokes.  He doesn’t say anything, just holds him until his breathing evens out.

“Whatever I said that offended you, I’m so sorry.  I would never hurt you on purpose,” Jaskier says once he thinks Geralt has settled himself.

“Not hurt.  Just...a lot to take in.  Gave me some hope for something that I didn’t think would happen,” Geralt whispers, and Jaskier squeezes him tighter.  He hates to see him like this, so unsure of himself, and Jaskier would give anything to take away his fear.

“Tell me?  Please, I just want to make it better,” Jaskier begs.

“You were dreaming about me but then you woke up in a panic, thinking something had happened.  Once you realized I was fine you...you told me you loved me,” Geralt says softly, his voice laced with awe.

And Jaskier’s whole body just goes taut, his muscles clenching up as he starts to panic.  Of course he’d say something dumb in his sleep.  Why did he think asking Geralt to stay the night with him was a good idea?  Now he’s going to have to find a new apartment, a new circle of friends.  He wants nothing more than to go back to last night and redo everything.  He’d rather have Geralt by his side as his friend than live as strangers because he couldn’t keep his feelings to himself while stoned off his ass on cold meds.

Hope.

Jaskier’s brain stalls as he realizes that Geralt said hope.  As in he hopes to have him?  He leans back just far enough to look at the other man’s face and asks, “Would it be ok if I did?”

“It would certainly make it easier if we both did,” Geralt agrees solemnly.  And Jaskier could just hit him, but instead he laughs at what incredible idiots they’ve both been.

“I love you,” he says, beaming when Geralt smiles widely at him before cupping the back of his head in one hand and pulling him in for a kiss.  His lips are slightly chapped and he tastes like cheap coffee, but he’s Geralt so it’s the best kiss Jaskier has ever had.  He whines deep in his throat when they break apart, but Geralt just grins at him again and he realizes that this is his new normal.  He’s going to be able to drag him into a kiss whenever he wants, and Jaskier’s never felt so lucky.

“I love you, too,” Geralt murmurs against his lips before pressing another quick kiss there.  Jaskier hums happily and leans into him, feeling so warm and adored that his body is bursting with it.  He feels like he could compose a masterpiece right now, like the notes and the lyrics would just flow out of him if he lets them.  He’s never felt this alive.

Then the fire alarm goes off and they both jump back.  “Fuck!  My eggs!” Geralt hollers, grabbing the burning pan from the stovetop and tossing it into the sink.  And as Jaskier finds himself giggling and perched on top of a step stool as he tugs the batteries out of the alarm, he realizes that his life is crazy and perfect.  He gets to spend the rest of his days loving this adorable idiot and being loved in return.

#my fic #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #the witcher #geralt #jaskier #modern au #and they were roommates

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

lip sync your way into my heart

( @thecomfortofoldstorries and I got into a fun head-cannon debate last night about Tik Tok POVs and this is what happened)

--- Jaskier has never really been in the loop when it comes to social media. He was behind the curve when he made his Tumblr and he was two years late to sign up for Twitter. It’s no surprise that he finally downloads Tik Tok and makes an account several months after it’s become a viral platform.

That also means all the good usernames are taken; Jaskier types in @buttercup-bard, sees that it’s available, and calls it a day. This isn’t an app he’s going to care about. It’s just to waste time during his forty minute commute to and from campus. 

Alas, he has ADHD...and this shit is addictive.

Especially, he hates to admit, the thirst-trap hotties who do weird, obscure, edgy POV videos. Jaskier knows they’re aimed primarily towards teen and young adult women but he’s a red-blooded Redanian gay. He’s horny. He can watch a few POV Tik Toks on the bus and thirst after pretty boys with big muscles...as a treat.

By Jaskier’s second week of classes he’s found a definite favorite Tik-Tokker (is that what they’re called? Or is it influencer? Jaskier doesn’t care). The guy is gorgeous. He has beautiful honey-gold eyes and long, silvery-white hair; which is appropriate since his handle is @whitehairdontcare. He makes a wide range of content, too. Perfect for Jaskier’s Concerta-focused tastes. There are some dances here and there and some Q&A videos, but for the most part he does POVs. 

Jask and his roommates, Essi and Priscilla, have spent many happy hours poring over Mr. White Hair’s account, watching and re-watching their favorites from his vast repertoire of content. Essi loves his weird, edgy-boi shit. Stuff with titles like “POV: I fight the bully who insulted your haircut” or “POV: you make a deal with the devil for true love”. Stuff that Jaskier would have been into when he still listened to My Chemical Romance on the regular (okay, he still does, but don’t tell Essie). 

Priscilla is a huge fan of Tik Tok dances. She follows every challenge and ranks her favorites, compiling them into a YouTube series that’s more for her self-gratification than anything else. Mr. White Hair is generally towards the top of her list whenever he deigns to follow a trend that doesn’t involve badly applied makeup blood smears. The guy clearly works out and the definition of his body (and the movements of said really hot body) make the dances look so much more fluid and fun. Jaskier and Priscilla clearly share a brain-cell when it comes to appreciating Mr. White Hair’s hotness.

Jaskier’s favorites, of course, are the cute little POVs that lie scattered between all the edgy ones. Stuff made for the softies of Tik Tok. Stuff made for boys like Jaskier. “POV: I fix your car for you” is the one he’s probably re-watched the most. Mr. White Hair is lying on his back beneath a jacked-up blue car, oil smeared in a few strategic places on his face, chest, and arms. At the very end of the Tik Tok he moves the wrench out of the way of his face completely and winks directly into the camera.

Jaskier hates to admit it, even to himself, but no matter how many times he’s watched that stupid twenty-give second video, that wink drops his heart straight down into his shoes and fills his stomach with butterflies.

---

“Hey do you guys carry fake blood here?” an almost terrifyingly deep voice asks from behind him. Jaskier twirls around on his heel, Retail Smile firmly in place, and loses his shit the moment he sets eyes on his latest customer.

It’s Mr. White Hair.

Here. In the middle of the aisle of the Party City where Jaskier works every weekend. He’s either going to throw up or pass out or both. 

He doesn’t though. Instead, the Demon Lord of Retail possesses his body momentarily and nods, “Right over this way!” He leads the insanely attractive influencer over to the year-round section of Halloween FX makeup and gestures towards the shelf filled with various fake blood capsules, bottles, and packets. 

“Thanks,” Mr. White hair smiles. Jaskier nods again, silent, and drifts back towards the counter in a daze. He’s the only one on shift right now (it is not a very busy Party City) and he knows that he can’t pass out on the dirty tile floor or he’ll get fired (and perhaps tetanus). He just needs to power through the next few minutes and then he can crouch next to the helium tank and freak the fuck out.

But not until Mr. White Hair is gone.

Just as Jaskier is re-learning how to breathe normally, the sexy internet star makes his way towards the counter with an armful of products and the retail worker loses it again. Thank god for the ability to compartmentalize.

“So, just these for you?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“No problem! I love your Tik Toks by the way,” Jaskier replies automatically. His eyes widen slightly. Why the fuck did I mention his Tik Toks!?

“Thanks,” the guy says and blushes. “I didn’t know they’d gotten so popular.”

“You have like two million followers?” Jaskier laughs. “I think that makes you pretty popular. Maybe even famous.”

“Oh yeah...right.” 

“Anyway, your total is going to be twenty-one fifty.”

Mr. White Hair pays and Jaskier bags all his fake blood, wondering the whole time exactly what kind of content he can look forward to seeing. More of Essi’s edgy shit, apparently. As he’s handing the plastic bag over the counter, Jaskier smiles and works up the courage to ask, “Is your hair naturally white? I don’t mean to pry, it’s just really pretty.”

Geralt’s face goes slightly pinker than before and he nods. “Yeah. Weird genetic thing. Thanks.”

“No problem. Right on,” Jaskier beams. “Well, it was nice meeting a famous person. Thanks for stopping in.”

“Thanks for helping me out,” the Tik Tokker replies. Jaskier watches him exit the store before ripping his phone from his pocket and dialing Essi. He needs to talk to her before he spirals into a giddy panic attack.

---

“Hey Jask have you seen that hot guy’s latest Tik Tok?” Priscilla asks, lounging across her futon like a queen. Jaskier looks up from his copy of The Collective History of Aedirnian Funeral Dirges and wrinkles his eyebrows in confusion.

“No, why?”

“You should go check your phone. I think you’ll be happily surprised.”

“Oh-kay,” Jaskier says, drawing out the ‘kay’ for as long as it takes him to get up from his seat on the floor and exit the room. He retrieves his phone from the charger in the kitchen and returns to Priscilla’s bedside. He opens his new favorite app and pulls up @whitehairdontcare’s page. There’s a new POV from earlier this morning and Jaskier taps on it. 

His eyes go round when he reads the caption: “POV: You’re the cute cashier at the Party City and I’m bad at flirting”. 

Mr. White Hair is staring into the camera with those beautifully golden eyes, awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck with his hand while he lip syncs to whatever song is playing. He’s wearing a tight, navy blue v-neck and Jaskier can see the movement of every one of his ridiculously defined muscles as they flex. The silver wolf’s-head necklace Mr. White Hair always wears around his neck is in its usual place, dangling down between those perfect collarbones…

Jaskier takes a shaky breath and glances up at his friends, who are staring back at him with wide eyes. “It could be about anyone.”

“How many Party Cities do you think he went to yesterday?”

“I’m not going to get my hopes up,” Jaskier snorts. “He’s a social media influencer and I am one semester away from finishing my degree and my thesis. Why would he ever want to be with someone like me?”

Essi rolls her eyes and Jaskier goes back to his homework. 

---

Later that night, alone in his room, Jaskier plugs his earbuds into his phone and watches the Tik Tok over and over. He finds the song Geralt used and adds it to his Work Is Tough playlist, which he’s allowed to play over the loudspeakers at the store so long as he’s working a solo shift. 

He watches Mr. White Hair’s plush pink lips move around the words and dreams of kissing them someday, as far-fetched as that scenario is (because this video is definitely not for him, that’s impossible):

“My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.

So won't you kill me, so I die happy.

My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury,

or wear as jewelry; whichever you prefer.”

Fucking Dashboard Confessional. Of course. One of Jaskier’s favorite bands from his emo days in middle school. If this really was for Jaskier, if this really was a legitimate attempt at online flirtation by Mr. White Hair himself, it was working.

 Jaskier buries his head in his pillow and sighs. 

#geraskier fic #geraskier tik tok au #there will be a part 2 i promise #geraskier fanfic #geraskier #geraskier au #all I do is make aus all day and work retail #geraskier fluff #flirty geralt #influencer geralt #party city employee jaskier #college student jaskier #geraskier college au #geraskier alternate universe #oops I keep making cute shit

[jsficrecs]

List of Geraskier Explicit Fics - The Witcher

Most of the fanfics in the archive is just smut fics, and honestly most of the fanfics that I like are not smut fics. However, I have read a fair few of some really good ones while fine combing the archive. Some of these fanfics are popular and well known, but hopefully I recommend a fanfic that you never even realized was a thing. 

**18+ Content Below**

to render it transparent by theundiagnosable (23,901) Brief Summary: Geralt wakes up warm, peaceful, and utterly content, which is how he knows that something is severely wrong. Notes: Not gonna lie, but this fanfic is not a PWP. It’s a one shot, but it definitely has a lot of plot. It’s a time travel fanfic, and it’s so fucking soft. There’s not a lot of porn, even at the end, but it’s enjoyable nonetheless. The premise alone–– Geralt gets sent to the future and finds out Jaskier and him are together in some random island out of the continent–– is definitely worth checking out. [Geralt’s POV, Time Travel]

do to me by Eremji (handsfullofdust) (3,055) Brief Summary: A dead end hunt leaves Geralt overwhelmed and riding on the wrong side of the potions that help him do his duties. When he makes it back to camp, Jaskier finally proves too much to resist. Fortunately, Jaskier proves eager to assist. Notes: Now this has more porn. If I remember correctly, I really enjoyed reading this fanfic because it highkey has Geralt sniffing Jaskier constantly because he smells great, and boy I really enjoy fanfics like that for some strange reason. [Geralt’s POV, Scent Kink]

Woodash iron and leather by LokelaniRose (9874) Brief Summary: Jaskier is the only person Geralt's ever been around who doesn't smell of fear Notes: Okay, yeah. This is the most kudo-ed fanfic in the archive, but can you blame for recommending this fanfic? This is good. This is really fucking good, and I don’t blame myself or the people who left kudos for making this the top fic. I adore scent kink so much, and this fic is chock full of it. Thank you. Please read this if you haven’t yet. Personally, one of the best scent kink fanfics I’ve ever read. [Geralt’s POV, Scent Kink]

And how we come to be here by pes (9066) Brief Summary: Things that changed since Geralt met Jaskier. Or Jaskier found Geralt. Or- you know. Notes: This is such a sweet fanfic. I love bed sharing Geraskier with hugs, but the fact that Geralt is the little spoon really got me. I love that for him. Let him be the little spoon he deserves to be, thank you. Anyway, there’s a lot of words before you get to the juicy smut bits, but it’s worth it. It’s all cute build up with Geralt being a sweet boy [Geralt’s POV, Pining]

faith in transience by unconscious (12532) Brief Summary: A handful of contracts go sideways. Recovering is easier with Jaskier there. Notes: Think do to me, but longer and Jaskier is a top. Also add copious amounts of Jaskier taking care of Geralt after his fights and being a sweet boy as he cleans his hair and stuff. It’s all very soft things. There’s not a lot of PWP and has a fair amount of build up for the smut. It’s definitely worth checking out because they’re just too sweet. There’s a lot of trust between the two of them, and any fanfic that showcases that has a win in my book. [Geralt’s POV, Jaskier taking care of Geralt]

With a Conquering Air by inexplicifics (27880) Brief Summary: Jaskier arrives at Kaer Morhen knowing his family gave him up without a second thought, and absolutely sure that the dreaded Warlord of the North will value him even less than his own blood did. But the White Wolf and his pack are not what Jaskier expected...and if he's unreasonably lucky, Kaer Morhen might become far more of a home than Lettenhove ever was. Notes: When I was recommending this fanfic to a friend, I told her that this is probably the closest thing to a proper Royalty AU fic that I could think of because it has all the necessary elements, and when I searched Royalty AU in the archive, I found nothing. I was disappointed, so I licked my wounds with this fic. Good god this fic is a great fic. It has smart and competent Jaskier, the Witchers being a squad, Ciri being a darling, Yennefer being a bad bitch, Geralt being his normal grumpy, social skill-less self. It’s very nice. [Jaskier’s POV, Warlord Geralt AU]

New Monster Stories by kathkin (20213) Brief Summary: It turns out almost getting eaten by a werewolf can make your whole life go careening off in a new, terrifying, wondrous, artistically flourishing direction. Who knew? Notes: This is one of my favorite Modern AU fanfics to date. It’s a very different take on Modern Jaskier and Modern Geralt because Geralt is basically the same. He’s still a Witcher, but he’s just vibing in the 21st century where he meets and saves 21st century Jaskier. Very different lore, very cute dynamic. Geralt is very out of his time in this 21st century HAHAHAHHA (Jaskier’s POV, Modern AU)

Quietus Riotous by XxmerthurcatxX (16755) Brief Summary: After an unfortunate run in with a mage, Jaskier finds himself without his voice, while Geralt discovers he's bound to answer every question he's asked with the truth. What else could go wrong? Notes: This fanfic is really good. We get to turn the usual dynamic of Jaskier being chatty and Geralt being the silent one on its head, and that’s what makes it so good. Honestly when Jaskier lost his voice, I got so sad, but honestly Geralt is so sweet in this. One of the sweetest Geralts I’ve seen in fanfiction thus far. Quite nice. Also the smut at the end is very nice. (Geralt’s POV, Curses and Magical Hijinks)

you’re only brave in the moonlight (stay til sunrise) by SummerFrost (29257) Brief Summary: Falling in love with his roommate is, objectively, a bad idea—but most of the major decisions of Jaskier's life have been bad ideas, and they've gotten him this far. Notes: Geralt in this fanfic is so emotionally constipated like that’s such a mood, and Jaskier is just trying his best to not ruin everything between the two of them. It’s all very cute, very standard Geraskier dynamic, and Geralt is best horse girl. It’s worth checking out. (Jaskier’s POV, Modern AU)

Patterns of Behaviour by sospes (5785) Brief Summary: Over the years, Yennefer notices that Geralt and Jaskier’s life can be really bloody weird at times. Alternative summary: five Geraskier fandom tropes that our boys find completely normal, and one that isn’t at all. Notes: This fanfic is hilarious. I love it to bits. The summary says everything that needs to be said. Please read it. It’s worth it. (Yennefer’s POV, 5+1 Things)

There might be a part two for this because I just barely scratched the surface of the sheer amount of explicit fanfiction there are HAHAHA. 

#the witcher #geraskier #fic rec #fanfic #18+ audiences #smut #list

[edensbuttercups]

Golden lights - Part nine

Pairing: Jaskier x reader Summary: Myristica and the reader get to know each other. As the healer ends up staying in the cottage to help, new relationships form and old ones evolve.  Word count: 2k A/N: This chapter was kindly brought to you by the boredom that came from a german lesson. I had so little motivation to follow yet so much motivation to write so... thank you german lesson? Anyway, here we go, the longest chapter I’ve written so far. Hope it’s good, hope you like it, hope you’re good and hope everything is going well. Love you all 💖 

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The men were soon ushered out of the house, leaving the two women and the baby alone. Myristica sat next to you, laying her bag on the table and gently opening it. She looked at you sweetly and smiled, before standing and preparing some hot water to let the herbs sit in. “How are you?” She asked, and though her back was still turned, you could feel the pure interest she held in those words. “I’m doing well. She wasn’t an easy birth, but I’m fine. It will take some time to be the good old me again, I guess, but I’m healing fast and I feel great.” “That’s good. I know we’ve just met, and it’s totally fine if you don’t agree, but… would it be alright for me to stay here for some time? I’ll be able to take care of you whenever you need, without you needing to send Geralt to fetch me.” She poured the hot water in a small glass, the water now stained of a light green that could almost be mistaken for blue. “That’s fine by me.” You smiled at her, your eyes meeting before she sat next to you, handing you the sweet-smelling drink.

“Your eyes are beautiful.” You uttered without thinking, noticing the beautiful shades of blue and violet that you were surprised not to have noticed earlier on. She looked down, happily taking your compliment and reaching for your hands, holding them. “You’re going to be a great mother. I feel a beautiful energy coming from you and your husband.” “Energy? And we… we’re not married.” “Your souls are married. You’re connected, you and him.” She inhaled softy, taking a moment before asking you “Do you believe in destiny?” You nodded slowly, looking out to see your lover peaking from the window, ducking when your eyes met. You kept your eyes still, waiting for him to pop back up, and when he did, he smiled shyly at you and waved, before walking away towards Geralt. “You two knew each other before falling in love, right?” “We were childhood friends, I guess. Our paths crossed again around a year ago.” “You were meant to find each other. You both need each other, you both hold a piece of the other inside of you, a part that makes completes you and makes you a better version of yourselves. Keep him close, alright?” You laugh and nodded, standing up to check on Aurora, who had just woken up. You and Myristica talked while you took care of your daughter, before welcoming the men back in just before sunset, preparing a small feast. You placed some fresh bread on the table next to various other delicious treats while Jaskier rocked Aurora to sleep, sweetly singing her a lullaby. “So, Geralt, I was speaking to Myristica and we’ve come to the conclusion that it would be better for her to stay here for the next week or so, so I guess you’ll someone to share the room with for a while” you smiled awkwardly, placing a hand on his and waiting for an answer from him. He instead just glanced first at you, then at the healer, then back at you and finally at Jaskier, that had successfully finished his show with the award of having a sleeping child in the next room. “I could stay in the village. It won’t be a problem” he finally replied, grabbing some bread and biting into it. “Afraid of me? I swear I don’t bite, unless that’s what you’re into” the healer answered, winking. Geralt looked away, knowing full well that if he could’ve he’d be blushing by now, but he chose to ignore her comment and shaking his head, knowing that adding anything would only make for a more awkward situation. “I’m just joking, big man. Stay. We can share the room, it’s not a big deal. And if tomorrow morning you’re still not convinced, one of us will camp out every other night.” She finally said, looking at you and then back at Geralt, nodding.  The evening went by fast, the atmosphere changing from tense to familiar, moving to the garden just after dinner. You all sat around a makeshift fire, Jaskier with his lute in hand, strumming along to made up songs, Myristica dancing, pulling you up and moving you around while Geralt stood still, occasionally looking at you and his new roommate before going back to observing the stars. 

Over the course of the next few weeks you learned more about the healer, and as the two of you talked and shared your stories, you felt the connection between the two of you grow stronger, seeing her more and more as the sister you had always desired but never had. You knew her heart was pure, and even though you knew she had had some dark moments in the past, some painful memories she wouldn’t share, you never dared push her further. She was playful but strong, she was daring yet knew when the time to stop came. You noticed how Geralt looked at her. Whenever he wasn’t busy tending the garden, fetching food or playing with Aurora, he stood close to you and Myristica with the excuse of being nearby in case of need, but you saw the was his gaze lingered on her, the way he listened when she laughed and the way he studied her movements whenever she prepared a mixture. You weren’t sure if she had noticed, yet you saw her doing the same, somehow being a lot less subtle than him. “Myris?” you called her attention, stopping her from her monologue, concentrated on showing you what dried herbs would make a meal more delicious and how to tell which ones belonged together. “Yes?” she didn’t look at you, so you gently placed a hand on her arm and caught her gaze. “I’d like some time alone with Jaskier. We haven’t been alone in quite some time, and I’d love to spend some time at the beach with him. Can you and Geralt stay with Aurora?” “Just the two of us?” she suddenly looked nervous, which you would’ve understood had they not been sharing a room for weeks now. “Is that a problem? Afraid you won’t be able to keep your hands off him?” you whispered, laughing. She looked at you, a shocked expression lingered for a second before she started laughing loudly. “You have no idea!” she winked at you. “That’s not what worries me. I was wondering about Aurora. You trust us with her?” “You’ve been here for two weeks now. Geralt has been an absolute darling, playing with her, and I can tell that he cares. And you’ve done the same. I trust you.” You smiled, touched when you saw a small tear fall from her eye before she quickly wiped it away. “Thank you. I’ll go tell Geralt while you and Jaskier get ready. There’s some leftovers from last night if you want to take them with you for a small picnic!” “Sounds great.”

“So, we’re alone” Myristica said, holding Aurora close to her chest and rocking her lightly. The Witcher turned to look at her, smiling when he was sure she wouldn’t see him. He didn’t want to ruin the friendship they had slowly started building over some feelings. “You, me and Aurora. We could steal the famous lute and start a band; I’m pretty sure Aurora would be great on the drums.” He joked, picking up a wooden stick and placing it in Aurora’s hand, which in turn started to bang in around. “See? It would be perfect.” Geralt pointed at the spoon moments before it hit his hand. He hissed, pulling away and pouting at the girl, making her laugh. Myristica pulled her up and smiled triumphantly. “That’s a good girl!” “Hmm” Geralt grunted, lifting his eyes to meet hers, a smile on both of their lips frozen in place. “I’ll put Aurora down. Her bedtime’s around now anyway so…” she trailed out the last part, bowing slightly and winking at him in a playful manner. She walked out of the room and returned shortly after, no baby in sight, but a charming smile in its place. “So, we’re alone” she said once more “and this time it’s just the two of us.” She got closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, inching closer to his mouth as they gently swayed to the soft music of the wind running through the fields. He leaned his forehead against hers, breathing in her scent, taking in the moment, before their lips met in a gentle kiss. They bodies intertwined, holding on to each other as if the whole world depended on it.

“I bet you can’t catch me!” You shouted as you ran towards the sea. “Playing this game again?” he teased, chasing after you, throwing his shoes of as he ran. You ran into the sea, the cold water splashing against your back and making you gasp. You waited for Jaskier to be near you before placing your hands around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. “Got you.” He whispered between kisses. “Or maybe I’ve got you.” You smile mischievously before pulling him down with you to meet the cold water. You had grown used to it quickly, but he hadn’t yet, and upon impact you felt his body tense and pull away, trying to escape the sweet embrace of the waves. You swam out and splashed each other before swimming back to the beach and lying next to each other, the waves kissing your legs rhythmically as you laid within the arms of your lover. It had been some time since you had been alone, and you treasured each moment. You breathed in his smell, and he placed a kiss on your head. “Do you remember the first time we snuck out? That time in the forest?” “When I got stuck on a tree? And you had to climb up to save me…” “…only to get stuck too? Exactly.” You laughed “That was the first time I realized the full extent of my love for you. And today is another of those times. I love you. So much.” “I love you too” you smiled and pulled him into a short kiss, sighing when he pulled away. “Sorry, love, but I’ve got a whole speech prepared and I can’t afford to get distracted by a kiss. Today isn’t the first time I’ve realized this, but It’s the first time I’m officially telling you.” “Officially?” “I might’ve whispered it a couple of times while you slept but that’s beside the point. The point is…” He breathed in once more. “I love you. And I’ve said that before. But I also want to spend the rest of my life with you. And you probably had already figured out that much, but I want everyone to know how much you mean to me. And it doesn’t have to be a big thing if you don’t want it to be, I know we’re both lovers of doing the opposite of what is expected of us, but…” he sat up, pulling a small box out of his pocket “I’d love to be called your husband, and I’d love it if you agreed to be called my wife.” He pulled out a ring from the box, a simple silver ring with a small flower welded on the top. He looked at you, his eyes full of expectations, and dreams, and hope, and yours matched his, for the exception of the tears that had started to pour out of them. You smiled and jumped in his arms, hugging him tightly. “I’d love that. I’d love it. I love you.” You kissed him once after every word, both of you crying and laughing and holding on to each other as if the whole world depended on it.

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