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Don’t Forget About Me (Part 2)

Geralt x reader

Part 2! I hope you all enjoy it! Feel free to send me requests!

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Geralt had been sitting next to Jaskier for the past several hours, worry and grief written across his face. He was still trying to process everything that had happened. The image of Jaskier holding a limp, bloodied and pale Y/N was imprinted in his mind. He kept seeing Jaskier slowly shaking his head, signalling to Geralt how injured Y/N really was. Fear gripped him as he remembered her trying to comfort him as if she wasn’t the one dying. He felt sick.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay.” Jaskier tried his best to comfort his friend, though he felt lost himself. He too struggled to not think about the way her blood felt between his fingers, or the slowing of her breathing and the look of panic in her eyes.

“Why would she do that? What was she thinking?” Geralt wasn’t sure if he was looking for an answer or if he was just trying to process.

“She was thinking that you loved Yennefer and would be happier with her.” Jaskier murmured. Geralt felt a pain shoot through his chest at that. Was this his fault? Did he really make her feel as though he didn’t love her? Even more so, did he make her think that her life wasn’t worth his happiness?

Geralt’s thoughts were cut off by Yenneifer making her way down the stairs, her eyes filled with relief and a small smile on her face. At that, Geralt and Jaskier immediately hopped out of their chairs.

“Let them have some time.” Yennefer stopped Jaskier as he tried to follow Geralt who was bounding up the stairs two at a time. He nodded and sent Geralt a small smile.

Bursting through the door, Geralt stopped dead in his tracks. The sight of Y/N lying there, limp and pale in the bed was almost enough to bring him to his knees. He drew near and sucked in a breath at the dark bags under her closed eyes, clearly left there from the blood loss she had endured. Not wanting to disturb her, he quietly removed his filthy armour. In the rush of getting Y/N back to the inn where Yennefer could finish healing her, he had forgotten about his armour. He was still covered in kikimora blood. Taking one more look at her, he slowly made his way to the bathroom.

After frantically scrubbing away the filth and getting dressed, he quietly moved to the bed. Slowly, he lowered himself beside her, being careful not to wake her. Reaching out, he gently began stroking her hair. Touching her and feeling her warmth calmed the panic in his chest. He couldn’t help but remember all the times he had done just this.

Her hair kept blowing across her face and directly into her mouth as she tried to eat the food Geralt had offered her. He watched the frustration grow on her face and she would go to take a bite and end up spitting out her hair. He couldn’t help but smile.

“You better not be laughing at me!” Her gaze settled on him, her mouth formed into a pout. He had wanted to kiss that pout away but didn’t want to risk scaring Y/N. He knew he had feelings for her… were they only just feelings? What he felt seemed much more than that. And then it hit him; he felt love. He loved this woman.

Reaching out cautiously, he pulled her hair out of her face and brushed it back, only to find himself holding his hand against the side of her head. She gave him a small grateful smile, pink brushing across her cheeks. Beautiful, she was beautiful, and he loved her.

“Geralt!” He jumped up as fast as he could and rushed toward her voice. The panic she vocalized spurring him on. He raced past Jaskier, who watched him run before returning to tuning his lute. Geralt finally broke into the clearing where he could see Y/N standing, facing away from him. Coming up behind her, he spun her around, immediately searching for any sign of injury. She held up her finger which was an angry red, a bump already forming.

“I just wanted to hold the spider… he was trying to get back to his web and couldn’t reach.” She pouted and leaned into his chest. After making their way back to camp, he kissed and wrapped her finger before settling next to the fire, holding her. With her between his legs and her head against his chest he slowly started petting her hair. She hummed in content.

“Thank you for taking care of me. I know a spider bite must seem dumb compared to what you deal with.” She mumbled against his chest. He paused to kiss the crown of her head before continuing the comforting touch.

“It’s not dumb. You were hurt and you called out for me. If anything, I am honoured that you consider me your protector. I will always be here to take care of your spider bites, my love.” Saying such things should have felt strange for the brooding Witcher, but saying them to the woman he held in his arms only felt right.

Geralt held Y/N close, their naked bodies sharing each other’s warmth. Y/N smiled up at him, more joy than he had ever seen lit her eyes. He had wanted to make things official between them for weeks, but travelling with Jaskier sleeping no more than eight feet away had ensured they kept their hands to themselves. He leaned down to press a kiss to her hairline before holding her close to his chest, running his large fingers through her soft hair. She let out a deep breath before relaxing against him.

“Can I… uhm… can I tell you something?” She fiddled with the ends of his white hair nervously. He shifted, concern lighting his eyes as he noted how nervous she really was.

“Of course, anything my dear.” He couldn’t help but feel nerves of his own. Did she not enjoy herself? Was she rethinking their relationship? Was she- his thoughts were cut off by a soft,

“I love you.” She looked up at him, searching his eyes for approval of her statement. He couldn’t prevent a boyish grin taking over his face. His heart fluttering, he felt like a normal person. In that moment he wasn’t a killer. He wasn’t a mutant and he wasn’t the White Wolf. He was just a man who loved a woman so much he could barely control what came out of his mouth.

“I love you too. More than you’ll ever know, little bird.” He pressed a firm kiss to her lips. She smiled against him before rolling on top of him to finish what they had started.

His memories were interrupted by Y/N’s eyes flying open. She gasped and tried to sit up. Her eyes were wild and she was trembling.

“Y/N, it’s okay. You’re safe!” She continued to breath heavily, eyes scanning the room, trying to figure out where she was. Geralt reached out to touch her, only to have her flinch away. In fear of her re-injuring herself, he grabbed her face.

“It’s me. You’re okay, I’ve got you.” Her panicked eyes met his. It took only a moment for her body to soften and slump into him.

“I’m sorry.” She began to sob, her whole body shaking. Geralt held her close while trying to decipher what she could possibly be sorry for. She had come back to him. She was sitting beside him, breathing. Alive.

“Why are you apologizing, my love?” He ran his hand carefully down her back, trying his best to comfort her.

“I caused all of this. I’m sorry for being a burden,” Her crying began to quiet down. Geralt stared at her in surprise, not understanding. “You don’t have to stay with me. I’ll be okay.” Geralt couldn’t help but feel she didn’t only mean staying there in that room with her.

“What?” He finally managed. Y/N fiddled with her fingers nervously before finally quickly explaining

“I know you want to be with Yennefer. It’s okay, I’ll be okay. You don’t need to worry about my feelings. I know you are a good man and don’t want to hurt me but I can’t bear being the reason you aren’t truly happy.” Her voice broke on the last word.

“What are you talking about? I don’t want to be with Yennefer.” He stated, and in that moment, he started piecing things together. How she shut down the morning after Yennefer had showed up. And how little he had seen of her the past week.

“Oh no, my love… I am so sorry. I love you. I want you. Not Yennefer, not even a little bit. I am so sorry I made you feel otherwise. I want to spend my life with you, Y/N. I want to wake up and go to sleep next to you. There is nothing I want more than to be there for every smile, receive every kiss and love you as long as I breathe.” Geralt confessed. He looked down to see her eyes tearing up, now for another reason. She leaned into his chest. Geralt slowly eased her back down to the bed, careful of her still-healing abdomen.

“I guess I should thank Yen for healing me.” Y/N states.

“I think you two are even. You saved her life to begin with.” She could hear the unhappiness in Geralt’s voice at the situation.

“Please don’t ever do anything like that again. I was so scared… I thought I lost you. I thought I would never get to hold you again.” The Witcher’s voice cracked, sending pain flaring through Y/N’s chest. Hearing the fear in Geralt’s voice was jarring as the Witcher rarely showed discomfort. Geralt pulled Y/N closer to him. The two of them quickly fell asleep, exhaustion finally taking over. Geralt couldn’t help but wake up at every little movement to ensure she was okay.

The following morning, Geralt grudgingly left Y/N’s side to care for Roach, leaving Jaskier to watch over her. He happily sat down next to her, excited to finally be able to see his best friend.

“You’re such a jerk! How could you scare me like that?” Jaskier joked, but she could tell that he was genuinely afraid.

“I’m alright Jaskier, I just had a little… set back. And besides, at least we get to stay in the inn for a while rather than on the cold, hard ground.” She smirked up at him.

“Fair.” Was all he responded with. The two of them quickly looked up as Yennefer crept into the room.

“Awe, c’mon. I just got here!” Jaskier dragged himself away from Y/N’s side and made his way to the door. Y/N smiled and waved in his direction. With a final dramatic sigh, he left the room.

After a moment of silence, Y/N gestured to the empty spot next to her. Yennefer slowly made her way over to it. After she took a seat on the bed she immediately started,

“I don’t know how to thank you. I’ve been thinking about it for the past day and I can’t figure out why you would do that for me.” Yennefer looked genuinely lost.

“If Geralt loves you then you are worth protecting in my eyes.” Y/N said nonchalantly. Yennefer stared at her, trying to decipher her words.

“He’s lucky to have you. He needs someone to love him enough for the both of you. I couldn’t do that. Hence why we are much better off as friends. I hope you don’t see me as a threat, Y/N. I don’t care for Geralt in that way and he certainly doesn’t see me like that either. He only has eyes for you.” Her words put the last bit of doubt to rest. Y/N was happy to feel any leftover nerves leave her chest.

“Thank you, Yen. I appreciate it.” The two women smiled at each other. Though a friendship may not have been in the cards at that exact moment, it definitely wasn’t out of the question for the near future.

Yen left the room after some more conversation and checking Y/N’s abdomen, which seemed to be healing quickly, thanks to Yennefer’s magic, of course. Y/N had become visibly exhausted and settled back into the soft bed just before Yen left the room. Yennefer closed the door behind her before turning to find the Witcher leaning against the wall.

“How much did you hear?” She glared up at him.

“Not much. Thank you again for saving her. I don’t know if I can ever make it up to you.” His deep voice rumbled in his chest as he tried to keep his voice low.

“The famed White Wolf owing me a favour? Now that I could get used to!” She joked. “But in all seriousness, it’s okay. I am just happy to help.” Yennefer smiled softly. She genuinely liked Y/N and was happy Geralt found someone as lovely as her. “She’s a keeper Geralt. You better not let go of her.”

“I’m not planning on it, I love her far too much.” A small ghost of a blush spread across his cheeks, and the two decided it was time to part ways. But Yennefer promised to make sure they crossed paths sooner rather than later.

The following morning, Y/N woke up to a heavy arm across her chest, carefully avoiding her still sore abdomen. Slowly opening her eyes, she was met with Geralt’s soft stare. He slowly smiled as she rubbed sleep away from her blurry eyes.

“Good morning, dearest.” Geralt’s morning voice never failed to make Y/N swoon.

“Good morning, my love.” She smiled back and gently nuzzled his scruffy jaw. Contentment filled her.

“Can we stay here a couple days?” She asked. With the answer almost always being no, she was pleasantly surprised when he pressed a kiss to her forehead and said yes. She was even more surprised when he told her his plan for the day. In order to get her strength back, he wanted to take her for a walk around the town. Even to the flea market, which Y/N always sadly walked past, yearning to investigate. She could barely hold back her excitement.

“Awe, is the Witcher taking lil’ ole’ me on a date?” She teased. He laughed and buried his face in her neck, his warm breath tickling her.

“I guess I am. But don’t go getting too excited. You are still recovering.” He scolded. This did nothing to prevent Y/N from leaping up from the bed, a little too fast. Trying to play off the ache in her abdomen, she tugged on his solid arm.

“Come on! Let’s go!” She whined.

“I saw that, little one. You be careful or else I’ll carry you back here.” His grumpy, yet gentle demeanour returned. Y/N let out a soft giggle before hugging him tightly. “I love you, little bird.”

“I love you too, my wolf.”

#geralt headcanons #geralt x you #geralt x reader #geralt of rivia #the witcher #the witcher imagine

[flowercrown-bard]

Jaskier has a mission. Nay, an important goal in life. He is going to feel Geralt’s muscles if it is the last thing he’ll do. Surely, it can’t be that hard to accomplish this noblest of goals. He has charmed his way into many a bed before. How hard can it be to convince Geralt to let him touch him a little?

Turns out, it is very hard. Not necessarily the touching itself – Geralt enjoys a nice friendly massage from his friend that is completely on friendly terms, with nothing but friendship in mind – but how on earth is Jaskier supposed to hide the fact that he may or may not feel something other for Geralt?

Massages are great, but Jaskier’s fingers twitch to feel his muscles in action. And his supply of the chamomile oil he had bought in Novigrad is quickly running low and that stuff was expensive.

Jaskier needs a plan. Somehow he will find a way to feel Geralt’s muscles without revealing that he was a bit more than just friendly with Geralt.

--

“Listen, Geralt, you’ve got this.” Jaskier’s hands are clutched tightly around Geralt’s upper arms. “You are a witcher. A little feast like that is not going to intimidate you.”

Geralt’s eyebrows knit together. “Jaskier-“

“You just have to believe in yourself.” He gives the muscles a little squeeze and oh they are even harder than he had imagined.

“Jaskier,” Geralt growls again and naturally, Jaskier ignores him.

“You are already dressed up – rather nicely might I say. You’re welcome by the way for the clothes – you cannot run from this now.” He lets go of one arm and pats Geralt on the shoulders, sucking in a sharp breath. He definitely needs to find more excuses to touch those. “You just have to go in there and face those nobles like you would any other threat.”

“I have been ready to go in there for the past five minutes,” Geralt says with a roll of his eyes. He doesn’t shrug Jaskier’s hands off though. Jaskier counts that as a definite win. “You are the one delaying this. Are you nervous?”

Jaskier snorts. “Me? Absolutely not. I have been looking forward to performing here.”

Geralt’s lips twitches upwards a tiny bit. “Then why are you still out here giving me a motivational speech I don’t need?”

Jaskier’s mouth opens and closes, trying to find the right way of not saying Oh, you know, I just wanted to take the opportunity to feel those gorgeous muscles of yours.

Geralt thankfully misinterprets the embarrassed noises leaving his mouth. “So you are scared after all.”

“I, well, that’s…. true.”

“I’m not going to give you a motivational speech.” Geralt smirks, nodding his head in the direction of the hall, where people in fancy clothes are already waiting for music. “Come on then.”

Geralt makes to leave, when Jaskier calls out for him in once last-ditch attempt to be close to him for a little longer.

“It’s a formal event,” he blurts, mind racing with stupid ideas. “You are my plus one, so you’ll have to offer me your arm.”

Geralt raises an eyebrow, looking pointedly at the nobles, none of which are walking arm in arm. Still, Geralt holds out his arm for Jaskier to take. Jaskier takes the invitation with a grin and the feeling that the first step of his plan was a thorough success.

--

“Say, what do you think about expanding my performance a bit?” Jaskier asks and if his words are already a bit slurred from the alcohol, then there is no one around to judge. At least no one sober.

“Hmm?”

That is unfair. How is Jaskier supposed to know if Geralt’s speech is just as warped as his, when he doesn’t even open his mouth?

“You know,” Jaskier said. “Expanding.” He spreads his arms, accidentally hitting Geralt in the chest. Nice.

“How?”

Jaskier can see the instant regret in Geralt’s eyes, when Jaskier stands up on wobbly feet, doing his best to drag Geralt with him. It doesn’t work. Damn those muscles. But also, thank the gods for those muscles.

“With a performance.” He makes a grand gesture and if he has to hold on to Geralt for stability then who can fault him? “Do you want to see what I have in mind?”

“No –“

“Here’s my epic tale

Our champion prevailed!”

At the last words, Jaskier grabs Geralt’s forearm, exposed by the rolled up sleeves, and lifts the arm high in the air like he had seen the athletes in Oxenfurt do whenever they won something. It had always looked stupid, but now, feeling Geralt’s muscles tense under his fingers as he clenches his fist, he suddenly understands the appeal.

“Performance of the year,” Geralt says flatly, when Jaskier finally lets go of his arm.

“Thank you so much, dear. Your praise means a lot.” He winks at Great. “And since you are so taken with this performance, I have even more suggestions.”

Geralt groans.

“I have always thought that you should add a little choreography for He thrust every-“

Geralt gets up and turns to leave before Jaskier can finish the sentence. “That’s it, you’re too drunk.”

“Maybe so,” Jaskier says with a grin. “But you, my dear witcher are blushing.”

--

“What do you think you’re doing?” Jaskier says and moves around Geralt to stand in his way, hands on his hips.

“Going on a hunt.”

“Like that? Your armour is completely loose” Jaskier gestures to the armour that is very much not lose. In fact, it looks as perfect as ever. “You’ll have to tighten it or it’ll fall off mid fight. Here, I’ll just...“

„What are you doing?“ Geralt asks when Jaskier steps closer, but he doesn’t move back when Jaskier reaches for his shoulder pads.

“I’m tightening them.” Jaskier loosens them, only to tighten them again. The more time spend like this the better. “Making sure they won’t come loose.”

His hands trail over Geralt’s chest plate to his abs.

Geralt grunts. “I know how to put my armour on correctly.”

He still doesn’t push Jaskier away, but Jaskier can feel his eyes burning into him, as his hands linger on Geralt’s abdomen. He can’t really feel anything through the leather, but maybe if he presses against him for long enough, the abs might start imprinting on the armour. It’s a stupid though, but a man can dream.

--

“Jaskier, get up.”

Geralt nudges him and Jaskier forces himself not to react. This was a brilliant plan. Foolproof, even.

“Come on, you have to get to bed.”

Oh, yes. But Jaskier isn’t going to walk up the stairs of the inn himself. He does his best to imitate the deep breaths of sleep, his head resting on his arms on the table.

“Jaskier.”

He pretends to snore a little, just for good measure. Maybe Geralt will finally get the hint that he is supposed to carry him in his arms, because surely, he can’t be cruel enough to wake a sleeping man.

Geralt huffed. “Fine.”

Jaskier felt Geralt move up from the bench. Jaskier opens an eye a tiny bit, to see Geralt reach for him. Ha! Victory is his!

Geralt carefully lifts him up – and throws him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

If Jaskier wasn’t so hellbent on getting carried by Geralt, he would voice his indignation. How dare Geralt turn what could have been a wholesome and sexy experience into this! The audacity!

On the other hand, this might not be the most comfortable way to get carried up the stairs, but it certainly allowes a great view on Geralt’s lovely behind.

Once in their room, Geralt sets Jaskier down on the bed, steadying him with a hand to guide him down gently in a lying position.

Jaskier keeps his eyes tightly shut. This is going wonderfully! He can’t believe he actually managed to fool Geralt! Oh, he is absolutely going to pretend to be asleep more often.

Geralt lifts the blanked over him and Jaskier can feel him lean in closer, until his breath ghosts over the shell of his ear. Jaskier’s heart flutters.

“You know I can hear your heartbeat. It’s way too fast for you to be asleep.” Jaskier can practically hear the smirk in his voice, but he still refuses to open his eyes. Maybe, if he just keeps on pretending, he can save his dignity. “Also, you were giggling the whole way up the stairs.”

--

Jaskier watches the fight with held breath. He has seen Geralt fight humans and monsters before. But seeing him spar with another witcher is something entirely different. What would Jaskier give to still live in a time when fighters didn’t wear armour in their sparring but instead rubbed oil all over their muscles to make them gleam in the sunlight? Jaskier would gladly give the little he had left of his chamomile oil to see that. Well, maybe not in winter in the witchers’ keep where it took forever to get warm.

Geralt finally manages to get Eskel in a choke hold and Eskel surrenders.

“Since when is he such a show-off?”

Jaskier turns to Lambert, who is standing next to him with crossed arms and a mocking grin on his lips.

“What do you mean?”

Lambert snorts. “Nothing, songbird. Just that Geralt seems to care awfully lot about looking stronger than Eskel and me ever since you came here. It’s almost like that moron is showing off.”

A smirk spreads across Jaskier’s face. “Oh is that so?”

He turns back to Geralt, who is coincidentally looking in their direction with a scowl.

“Time to test your theory.” Jaskier winks at Lambert, before shouting in Geralt’s direction. “You think you’re so strong, don’t you?”

Lambert snickers and Eskel and Geralt only stare at him as though he just said the stupidest thing. Which he did.

“What?” Geralt says and his eyes dart between Lambert and Jaskier.

“I mean” Jaskier gesticulates helplessly at Geralt. “You have this strong man persona. But are you actually strong? I bet you couldn’t – just an example at the top of my head – pick me up.”

Jaskier holds his breath as Geralt walks closer. He is going to do it! He is going to lift Jaskier!

And he walks right past.

“Hey, what are you-“ Lambert’s protests are interrupted by Geralt lifting him up and throwing him into the snow.

He turns to Jaskier with a lifted eyebrow. “That strong enough for you?”

--

This is it. He can’t do this anymore. It has been a month since Jaskier ran out of chamomile oil and the massages just haven’t been the same since. They are still great, of course, but now he doesn’t have the excuse of “Oh, Geralt, we can’t stop just yet. The oil still has to… absorb into your skin” anymore. To be honest, Jaskier isn’t even sure if that’s a thing oil does, but Geralt doesn’t need to know that.

The point is that Jaskier is touch-starved.

He is getting desperate.

Maybe he could try to teach Geralt how to play the lute, if only so that he could stand behind him, lay his arms around Geralt’s body – if he could even reach that far – and guide his fingers while his chest presses against Geralt’s broad back.

A dreamy sigh escapes Jakier’s mouth, at the image. It hitches, when a terrifying thought pops into his head unbidden. Geralt would probably crush his precious lute with his huge muscles. As sexy, as that would undoubtedly look, Jaskier can’t lose his lute to his raging desire to touch Geralt. Jaskier is desperate, but not that desperate. Not yet.

However ...

“Hey,” he calls out to Geralt, who is sitting on a fallen tree, sharpening his sword. “Don’t you think it’s time I learn how to fight?”

Geralt stares at him blankly. “Since when do you want to fight?”

“Well, um, since, you know..” Jaskier stutters. “There are angry spouses and um.. monsters and...”

“And I always protect you from them, don’t I?” Something twitches in Geralt’s jaw.

“Well, yes, of course you do,” Jaskier says, scratching his head doing his best to come up with an excuse. “But when we part ways again…” he trails of. That is not the kind of thing he wants to think about right now. Or ever, really.

Geralt frowns and stopps working on his sword to look up at Jaskier instead. There is something hesitant in his eyes. “You want to leave?”

“No!” Jaskier says so quickly it might be considered embarrassing.

Geralt huffs and it sounds almost fond. “Then I guess there’s no need for you to learn just yet.”

“Are you saying you like having to save my pretty arse every other day?” Geralt resumes his work with a grunt. It is probably supposed to look dismissive, but Jaskier can’t help but feel like Geralt is trying to hide a blush behind the hair falling in front of his face. Jaskier leans forward a bit. “You do like it! Admit it, that’s the reason you don’t want to teach me.”

“Piss off, bard,” Geralt grumbles, but Jakier is now sure that the tips of Geralt’s ears are turning a lovely shade of pink. Interesting.

Jaskier might not have achieved his goal for the day, but he certainly isn’t complaining about this development.  A new plan is already forming in his mind. His most brilliant plan yet.

--

“I am begging you, Priscilla, you have to help me. This is a matter of life and death.”

The girls lifts an eyebrow. “Yes, it is. But not because you are going to get your heart broken, but because your bones will break if you jump out of that window.”

“That’s exactly the point,” Jaskier says, brimming with excitement. “Geralt won’t let that happen. I am sure of it. He said he likes protecting me!”

“Oh did he now?”

“Well…” Jaskier rubs his neck. “Not in so many words, but he implied it.”

“Uh-huh.” She crosses her arms.

“Please! Priscilla. Dearest. My best friend and sun of my life. The most talented performer I know. Except for me, of course.” Priscilla snorts at his words, but the grin says that he is well on his way to winning her over. “All of those years of you studying acting have led to this glorious moment. The most important performance of your life.”

“Flattery will not always work, you know?” She says, but sighs in defeat. “But fine. I will play along.”

Jaskier beams and hugs her close. She swats him away.

“Alright,” Jaskier says and rubs his hands together in excitement. “we don’t have time to rehearse. Just improvise. Geralt will be back from the market any moment.”

“What is he doing there anyway?”

Jaskier shrugs. “I don’t know. Buying something very important, apparently. He was quite adamant about going to the Novigrad market as soon as possible.”

Priscilla doesn’t answer, but her brows lift as she looks out of the window. “Is that him?”

Jaskier sprints over to her and his heart starts pounding. It’s now or never.

“I think I understand you now,” she says with an appreciative whistle. “Who wouldn’t jump out of a window for this man?”

She winks. And in the blink of an eye she is in character.

“Jaskier, you croaking pheasant!” she shrieks. “Get your sorry arse out of here!”

Jaskier inches closer to the window and looks down to see if Geralt was close enough to catch him yet. Not quite.

“There is a misunderstanding. I didn’t-“

“The only misunderstanding here is the size of your dick!” Jaskier gapes. Priscilla’s eyes twinkle. She is having far too much fun with this.

“Now, there’s no reason to –“

“Tell that to someone else!”

Another look down. Geralt is still standing a few feet away from where he would land, but he was looking up at him. This is it. Jaskier sends one last look at Priscilla who is grinning at him, before he jumps.

The air rushes past him, ruffling his hair.

And then he is caught, strong arms wrapping around him as Geralt finally holds him bridal style. Jaskier can finally feel the strength of those biceps. He finally knows what it feels like to be pressed against that chest.

“I did it! I actually did it!”

The euphoria rushing through him vanishes as soon as he meets Geralt’s eyes. He freezes.

“Oh Fuck.”

From up above he can hear Priscilla snicker and what sounds like a smack against a forehead. But all he can focus on is Geralt.

“I swear I did not mean to say that.”

Geralt’s mouth twitches. “I gathered that much.”

Jaskier’s heart skips a beat. It doesn’t sound like Geralt is angry. At least a small mercy. Now he is only left with the embarrassment of having to explain himself. All while still being held in Geralt’s arms. This is not how he had planned this.

“I…” he sighs. Even as a master poet, there is no way he can find a believable excuse for this. He closes his eyes. “This is going to sound stupid. But I may or may not have wanted to be carried by you like this for a long time.” See, that wasn’t so bad. Now all he has to do is shut up. “Actually, I just really wanted to feel your muscles and this seemed like the best way. But really, any way would be great.”

This is it. The moment that Geralt is going to drop him like a cat, except that Jaskier will not gracefully land on his feet, but on the earth that will hopefully swallow him whole so that no one can witness is shame.

Instead the arms around him tighten.

“Should we have gone to Novigrad sooner then?” Geralt ask.

Jaskier blinks. “Sorry, what does what I just said have anything to do with us coming here? That was your idea not mine. It was a happy coincidence that my friend was here to help me.”

Geralt starts shaking slightly and it takes Jaskier a moment to realise that what’s wrecking Geralt’s body is silent laughter.

“My breast pocket,” Geralt says and there is a glint in his eyes.

Jaskier hesitates for a second, before reaching into the pocket. His fingers find something cool and smooth. With furrowed brows he pulls the small bottle out. His eyes snap to Geralt.

“I am sorry, but I need you to spell this out for me. Why exactly is this the reason why you needed to go to the market so urgently?”

Geralt looks almost sheepish. “You always say that you prefer massaging me with the oil and I … I like it when you touch me.”

Jaskier gapes at him. “Are you” he stabs a finger at Geralt’s wonderfully firm chest. “seriously telling me that all this time I could have just asked to touch you?”

“Sure, you could have asked.” Geralt’s grin comes back in full force and that glint turns mischievous. “But watching you come up with all those stupid plans to touch me was just so much fun.”

#Jaskier might have some not so stupid plans about what to do with that oil now if you catch my drift #maybe Geralt will find out if there is a misunderstanding regarding Jaskier’s size #guess they’ll add the thrusting part to the choreography now #I’m so sorry I’m horrible at making innuendos #Geraskier #idiots being idiots #the witcher #geralt of rivia #Jaskier #my writing #it was either this or writing something super angsty without happy ending

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This is not precisely fiction/prompted, but @gwogobo had a prompt that sparked something a bit more meta/explainy than actually written out.  Partially bc we’re still RPing it out to begin with, we just know where it’s ending. XD

yen - TELL US ABOUT HER TRIAD. i am so about the happenings of solid poly relationships WHEN. HOW. DAILY ANECDOTES RELATING BACK TO HOW THEY DID THEIR THEM THING.

OKAY SO.  I will start by saying that this triad took some very very loose inspiration from Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer, which is why there’s also a Dandelion involved in it, but really their dynamics are only loosely similar at most.

So I need to start with Caileann, because he is the reason they all ended up in the same place to begin with.  This is not short, but the way they ended up together is complicated and sweet.

So his mother was turned to a worgen out in Silverpine, and at some point she got knocked up while they were all feral, or something like that.  Caileann is not my character, you’d want to ask Birdie for more deets on THAT.  The point being not only did the local human village lie and say “oh his mother definitely fucked a wolf and that’s how she got pregnant” (no, and impossible), but they basically took this feral child and imprinted the mental structures of SOMEONE ELSE WHO WAS DEAD in his head in an attempt to give that person a second chance at life, essentially.  It didn’t work, but it did put certain structures in his head to allow him to understand and speak languages, to fight, and know basic civilization things, at least loosely.  When he stayed himself and not this other person, it was like “oh well” and put a compulsion on him to stay and protect the village even though they hated him and made him live in a cave outside of town and were generally DEEPLY ABUSIVE AWFUL DICKS to him.  

But he was a big sweetie at heart, which bard/rogue Dandelion (a vulpera) found out when he was tracking some possible Forsaken activity in Silverpine on behalf of Warchief Baine Bloodhoof.  They ran into each other, Caileann let Dandy come out of the rain into his cave, and Dandy kind of fell hard and fast for this kind, amazing man who was being treated like shit, and when he went back to the Warchief to report he also talked about “hey I can maybe go around encouraging peace, maybe even outright cooperation between Horde and Alliance, through my songs and also y’know, working closely with this worgen, since he’s alliance and i’m Horde, and you and King Anduin could give us papers allowing us to be in the other faction’s lands and shit?” and Baine was like “yeah ok” and wrote to Anduin who was like “yeah ok” and so Dandy needed to get back to Silverpine (really out of the way, for someone from the Horde) so he could convince Caileann to come with him.

So instead of taking the long way around he started looking for a mage to open a portal, and that’s how he found Yen.  She’s technically a void elf, which is a weird sort of subrace of blood/high elves who use void magic and are attached to the Alliance for various reasons, but like.  She was a blood elf first.  She had natural connections to/inclinations towards void magic, even before it became A Thing in WoW, and she got treated like shit for it for a long time, but she was Horde until the whole “void elf” thing became a thing.  So because she is clearly a void elf in appearance, due to the effects of void magic, she can pass through Alliance lands, and a hood or a small glamour would allow her to pass for a normal blood elf in Horde lands, so she’s kind of perfectly situated to work cross-faction.  So Dandy hired her because of her portals and shit, and she’s like “fuck yes I’m broke bc people are freaked out by me so I’m IN” but then she met Caileann too and it was like.  She was still determined to get paid but she got very personally invested in getting Caileann out of Silverpine, at least.

SO ESSENTIALLY they became a thing bc Caileann was treated like shit, Dandy met him and fell in love and wanted to give him a way out, and hired Yen to help him do that.  And over time they just... grew on each other, until they ended up together.

We’re still pretty early in developing their relationship, but basically the three of them are travelling around, helping people out where they can to forge goodwill between the factions, and Dandy is spreading a song he wrote that was largely about Caileann but was also very much about the Horde and Alliance working together, and the tragedy of the Forsaken being abandoned by their queen who they thought had cared about them, and wouldn’t it be better if we helped each other, etc.  They’re essentially a little walking propaganda machine, but like.  GOOD propaganda.  Helpful, peace-encouraging propaganda.  

And Yen is able to stop pretending she’s only out for herself, at least with them, and Dandy is able to have these two people that he actually is devoted to (he’d had some issues back in the caravans causing trouble by being poly and also not super invested in serious relationships) but who also would probably not hate him for not always only just being with then, and Caileann gets these two people who treat him kindly, and gently, and like a person, and who build him up as best they can.

And Yen is perfectly delighted by her furry boyfriends because she never much understood the feelings of “but they’re so animalistic” that some people had regarding the furred races.  She’s frankly into it.  (Yen is a fuckin furry let’s just say it)  But she’s very defensive of their personhood, too, so woe betide the person who calls Caileann a dog, or says that Dandy looks like a precious little toy, because she will cut a bitch.  (and they love *her* even though she’s all voidy and terrifying, which does wonders for her not hating herself, so it works out)

They are good and sweet and precious, and I love them very much.

#yenni #my ocs #world of magscraft