#panerato ask

[writinglizards]

Lambert/Aiden Voyeur 😍😍😍😍

OKAY I can’t actually share much of this one bc it’s a collab project with my very favorite author BUT here’s some of the beginning.

It’s not the first year Geralt’s brought his bard with him to Kaer Morhen for the winter but it is the first year they’ve been fucking and they’re making it everyone’s problem.

Especially Lambert’s.

Their rooms aren’t that far apart and he knows the loud, obnoxious sex at all hours of the night (and most hours of the day) are, at least in part, payback for all the times he’s made Geralt listen to him and Aiden but things have been...escalating.

#ask game replies #not gonna lie this one has a special place in my heart #panerato

[elliestormfound]

One of my favorite headcanons that I have seen, is the wolf pack creating a big blanket and pillow nest in front of the fire and all cuddling together for warmth. 🥰🥰🥰 Maybe with Vesemir nearby in a comfy chair reading them a story.

OMG, thank you! this gave me instantly a warm feeling, like a big hug! thank you!!

yes to all you’ve said!

they absolutely have cuddle piles in front of the fire!!! in a big blanket and pillow nest <3 (that is such a lovely image!!)

Geralt and Eskel always start. Lambert is apprehensive at first, claiming he doesn’t want to join (even though he is fucking cold) but in the end Eskel drags him in the pile and Lambert will be finally warm (and cozy) again

I like the idea of Vesemir reading them a story - that is so soft and cozy and I can’t…

but I believe he is in the middle of the cuddle pile - Vesemir deserves to cuddle his pups! He reads them stories of brave knights rescuing fair maidens and sometimes he switches it up to fair knights that get rescued by brave maidens 

Geralt is the first one to fall asleep, his head resting on Vesemir’s chest, the soft rumbling of his deep voice luring him to sleep

Eskel plays with Lamberts hair 

(gods, I want to be in the middle of this cuddle pile! :D)

this is in answer to my post asking for your witcher headcanons 

send me an ask if you also want to share a headcanon with me <3

#ask #panerato #thank you!! #witcher #witcher headcanon #winter at kaer morhen #cuddle pile at kaer morhen

[witcher-trash]

Hi :3 List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Learn to know your mutuals and followers

ohh thank you for sending this in!!

my girlfriend

cooking good food (and having others eat and enjoy it)

learning new things and noticing progress in my language studies

taking long walks while listening to music

when my flat is clean and (to our standards) organized

#trash boy speaking #this was fun!!! #thanks for asking!! #panerato

[jaskierswolf]

Hello most darling and beloved Wolfie, may I ask you for some Geraskier cheek kisses? Preferably the Witcher is giving the bard cheek kisses?? Thank you and much love - Bouncey

@bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher Darling Bouncey 💖 Pls accept my humble offerings of softness 💖 I hope you know that I love you very much!

Geraskier, 782 words,

CW: Unbearable amounts of soft? __________

Jaskier was sleeping soundly on the bed. For once in the damn bard’s life he actually looked peaceful. Geralt stood in the doorway watching him for what could have been hours but was probably only seconds. The bard’s cheeks were flushed and he had a dopey grin on his face, even in his sleep. It was infectious and Geralt’s felt his own lips pull up into a soft smile. He crossed the room and sat gently on the edge of the bed, trying not to wake Jaskier. He softly trailed calloused fingers along Jaskier’s wrists, feeling the soft steady heartbeat, quicker than a witcher’s and so very alive. Geralt gently brought the bard’s hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to his wrist, and then to each other Jaskier’s finger tips.

Jaskier hummed quietly in his sleep, fingers wrapping around Geralt’s hand. He rolled over and snuggled up to him, mumbling something that sounded like Geralt’s name. It never ceased to amaze him. Jaskier loved him so openly and without expectation. He had loved Geralt back when they both thought they could only ever be friends, both afraid to make the first move lest it ruin their friendship. They’d been cowards. It hadn’t ruined anything. Their friendship was just the beginning of their relationship, a solid base on which to plant the seeds of romance.

Geralt scoffed. He was starting to sound all poetic. He’d spent too many years by Jaskier’s side. He cradled Jaskier’s hand in his lap, brushing the bard’s fringe from off his face, caressing the soft skin of his cheeks where stubble just beginning to grow.

“I’ll never understand why you love me,” he said softly, watching the bard’s face with an adoration that he hadn’t realised witchers could feel. There were wrinkles beginning to show around his eyes, and there was a dusting of silver hairs in amongst the dark brown. He chuckled, Jaskier hadn’t stopped moaning about that since the day he’d first spotted them. Geralt’s free hand moved from the bard’s cheek to his hair. It may be starting to grey but it was still soft under his fingers.

“I love you, because you are my world, darling,” Jaskier mumbled, still not opening his eyes. Geralt froze. He’d been caught. “Because you are kind, loyal, frustratingly noble, and an exceedingly good shag.”

Geralt snorted and Jaskier’s bright cornflower blue eyes finally cracked open. He gazed up at Geralt with a mirthful expression. “You’re biased,” Geralt scoffed.

“Are you accusing me of lying, Geralt of Rivia?”

“Stretching the truth like you always do, bard.”

“Rude!”

Geralt laughed and leant down to kiss Jaskier’s cheek. “Go back to sleep.”

“Not sleepy,” Jaskier pouted but his eyes were drooping already. He’d tired himself out the night before performing until the early hours, practically falling asleep standing up before Geralt could help him out of his clothes and into the bed.

“Hmm, sure you aren’t,” he laughed.

Jaskier’s pout extended to his entire body, fringe falling in front of his eyes and his lip quivering slightly. He stubbornly sat up, kneeling so he was opposite Geralt on the bed, but he swayed slightly and he ended up pressing his face against Geralt’s collar bone. Geralt petted Jaskier’s hair, a soft purr rumbling in his chest but he was long passed the embarrassment of that particular quirk of his mutations. Jaskier whined helplessly, the sound muffled by Geralt’s chest. Geralt just sighed and pulled away so he could cup Jaskier face in his hands. He pressed a kiss to Jaskier’s forehead, his nose, each of his cheeks.

“Geralt…” came Jaskier’s pitiful reply as Geralt’s kissed every part of his face except his lips. “You’re being an arse!”

“Hmm,” Geralt agreed with a smirk before placing a chaste kiss on his lover’s lips. “Better?”

“Not quite.”

Geralt kissed him again, softly swiping his tongue along Jaskier’s bottom lip as the kiss deepened and Jaskier sighed into his mouth. Geralt’s fingers trailed down Jaskier’s spine, a feather light touch but Jaskier still shivered slightly, a soft moan escaping his lips. Geralt pulled back, the bard was still dead on his feet and was falling asleep in his arms. He snuggled up to Geralt’s chest and Geralt shifted on the bed, positioning them so Jaskier could curl up against him. They’d barely lied down before Jaskier had started snoring softly, fingers gripping onto Geralt’s shirt as he pressed up closer against him.

“Sleep, love,” Geralt whispered, placing one last kiss on top of Jaskier’s head. The contract he had received during breakfast could wait a while longer. He was far too content to just hold his bard in his arms for now. ____

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[rebrandedbard]

Now on Ao3. @panerato, you asked for a head’s up, right? Here you go!

[chandelier-s-notebook]

I’m using @panerato‘s February list. Day 12: Lantern

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The sword dropped from Phil’s hand.

Eret groaned as the world respawn brought him back to life.

Tubbo latched onto Ranboo as Ghostbur screamed.

- - -

Revival takes a lot. Death takes its toll. It does not like to give back what it has stolen. It’s kinda like a bad friend who borrows your books.

In truth, though Phil is named the Angel of Death, he is nothing more than a mortal taken along for the ride. Techno may also not be the Blood God, but he being is his patron. And he’s the favourite.

The Blood God has a very special relationship with Death. And he was able to pull some strings. On one condition. An eye for an eye.

One life for one of Wilbur’s.

- - -

There was untouched food on the table when Techno told Phil and Ranboo, the latter having come over for dinner that night.

“So Tommy and Tubbo are definitely offer to loose their last lives to bring him back,” Ranboo said.

Phil continued, “Which Wilbur will absolutely hate.”

“So we don’t tell them.”

“Obviously.”

“I’ve spoken to Eret.”

Phil and Ranboo turned their heads to the piglin.

“He still feels bad about the ‘Control Room’ thing. Wants redemption. Has three lives left.”

“So you played to his weaknesses to get the desired outcome?” “Techno.”

He put his hands up. “Fine fine. Don’t revive your son. Leave him dead. Sorry.”

Phil put his head in his hands. “Does he really want to do it?”

“Go talk him out of it.”

- - -

When the colour returns to Wilbur’s skin the first thing is says is: “Where’s Tommy?”

There’s a cry. Tubbo runs into Wilbur’s chest at lighting speed.

“Hey. Hey,” he starts to say placatingly. It’s only when he manages to gather the boy in his arms he realizes he has the wrong boy.

That’s not true. That was mean.

“Where’s Tommy?” he crocks out again. He holds onto Tubbo as he hides himself in Wilbur.

“What do you remember?” Eret asked from his place on the ground.

“Everything.”

“I’m sorry.”

Tubbo got up from Wilbur. “Snowchester. I left him there.” He started dragging Wilbur up and along. “He should still b-” He abruptly turned to Phil. “Do you think he went to Techno’s?”

Phil nodded. “Probably didn’t want to alone.”

“Probably wanted his older brother.”

“Wilbur you know they don’t see each other like that.”

He raised his voice. “I know that Technoblade and Tommy are in denial about it.”

Tubbo let go of Wilbur’s wrist.

“I wanna go home Dadza.”

“Well. We still have business here. But if you remember everything, then you know that Techno has a little cottage and a room for you.”

He nodded. He took a step towards Phil.

“Ranboo, why don’t you stay in Snowchester tonight. Eret, could you make sure the boys are safe.”

“Of course Phil.”

- - -

Wilbur followed behind Phil on the obsidian and cobblestone path leading to Techno’s in the Nether.

They trudged through the snow.

The cottage appeared over the crest of the hill. A lantern illuminating the lower doorway.

“It’s Tommy going to be happy to see me?”

“One way to find out.”

Phil took Wilbur by the hand towards the house. “C’mon son. If anything Techno will be down for a chat.”

- - -

“Are you sure your voices like me? You’ve said multiple times that they’ve chanted for you to murder me.”

“Why can’t you just believe me and shut up?”

Their voices carried down to the chest room on the first floor.

“Sorry.”

Phi started up the ladder.

“Let go of me! I don’t want your hugs!”

“Yes you do.”

“No I-”

“Hello Phil.”

“Hey mate.”

Tommy stopped fighting. He stared at Phil like a deer in headlights.

“How did it go?”

Wilbur popped up. “Hey Technoblade,” he said after a moment of silence.

Techno huffed. Tommy started to struggle out of his place in Techno’s arms. Trying to get purchase on his feet he flailed.

When Wilbur was a safe distance away from the hole in the floor, Techno let go.

#Wilbur Soot #Philza #Tommyinnit #Eret #Tubbo #Ranboo #Technoblade #Dream SMP #A Familial Unit #Panerato Prompts

[elliestormfound]

🍸Joey Batey

He is a bit (a lot) sexy, isn’t he? 🥰🥵💖✌️

https://elliestormfound.tumblr.com/post/638735862053715968/emoji-game

#ask #panerato

[elliestormfound]

Your post about the witchers playing hide and seek reminded me of a movie I saw. Have you seen the movie Tag with Jeremy Renner? If you haven't watch a quick trailer you will get the jist of what I mean. I believe it portrays close to how the witcher boys would play tag. Course there would be more Jeremy Renners. 😂

hahaha, thank you for telling me, I just watched the trailer and it looks hilarious!!! <3 this is definitely what hide and seek in kaer morhen would look like :D

#hide and seek at kaer morhen #panerato #ask

[elliestormfound]

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

thank you for the ask!!! <3

this is from the lets get personal asks

Can I wait till the pandemic is over? Because I’d rather not travel at the moment :D

I had planned to go to London this year but because of pandemic reasons I didn’t...I wanted to visit the Artemisia Gentileschi exhibition in the national gallery :(

but if I would get a free plane ticket I would probably go further away but I don’t have a specific region in mind. Any suggestions? 

#ask #lets get personal asks #panerato #thank you!!

[elliestormfound]

Roach knows best

I was inspired to write a little ficlet by this wonderful art by @srapsodia​ 

thank you to @stinastar​ and @jaskierswolf​ for nagging me to write this and special thanks to @stinastar​ for proofreading <3

Jaskier and Geralt part ways for the winter...or do they?

This is fluff with a bit of angst at the beginning and a happy ending. 708 words.

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Geralt could kick himself. He had rehearsed what he wanted to say, how he wanted to ask Jaskier to accompany him to Kaer Morhen, for weeks in his head. Multiple times he had started the conversion and then chickened out at the last moment. And now he had let the last opportunity slip through his fingers - again. 

He watched Jaskier walk away from him with a spring in his step, a song on his lips and his bag and lute thrown over his shoulders. Maybe it was better that way, maybe Jaskier was glad to be rid of the grumpy witcher for a few months. He did not seem to mind their parting. 

Geralt turned to Roach and nearly tumbled over when she bumped her head into his chest. “I’m sorry, Roach,” he said softly and scratched behind her ear. She huffed a wave of warm breath against him and shook her head. “It’s better that way,” Geralt said, “Jaskier is better off in Oxenfurt.”

He let his fingers run through her mane and tried to bribe her with an apple. After another long sigh Geralt climbed in the saddle. He tugged at the reins and clicked his tongue to get her to move northwards, towards their winter home. 

But Roach had something else in mind. She turned in the opposite direction and followed after the bard. “No, Roach, stop, that’s the wrong way,” Geralt protested, but the horse ignored him. He pulled at the reins and tried to get her to turn around, but she kept going. When they turned a corner Geralt could see Jaskier ahead and Roach took up speed.

“Geralt, what…?” Jaskier had turned around at the sound of an approaching horse. 

“Did you forget something?” Roach stopped in front of the bard, who reached over and stroked her long neck. She nuzzled her nose into his chest and he giggled.

Geralt got out of the saddle and scratched the back of his neck. What was he supposed to tell him?

He looked at Roach, but of course she wasn’t of any help, happily letting the bard scratch behind her ear. “Um…” he began. Jaskier looked up at him with bright blue eyes but an otherwise uncharacteristically expressionless face.

When Geralt stayed silent, Roach nudged her head into his side and he lifted his arms in defeat. “Okay, okay, I’m gonna ask him.”

“Ask me what?” Jaskier said. The look of utter confusion that washed over his face was kind of cute and the blush Geralt had tried to keep at bay spread from his neck up to his cheeks.

He cleared his throat and said, “would you maybe...I mean Roach and I would like you to...do you want to come to Kear Morhen with us over the winter?” The last few words spilled out of his mouth, as if he had to force them out or they would choke him. Jaskier looked taken aback and Geralt’s cheeks grew even hotter. Fuck, this had been a mistake. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled as he turned away, sure the bard would decline. But Jaskier stopped him with a hand on his shoulder and when Geralt looked at him he saw a radiant smile on Jaskier’s face.

“Of course I want to come,” he said, and threw his arms around the witcher, hugging him even harder than the goodbye hug from half an hour ago, “why didn’t you ask me sooner?”

Geralt felt the tension he hadn’t known he’d been holding melt away. His arms snaked around Jaskier’s waist and he buried his face in the brown hair, inhaling deeply. 

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, “wasn’t sure if you would want to.” He could feel Jaskier smile against his neck, where he had pressed his face. 

“That’s what asking is for, you dummy,” the bard said.

Both of them weren’t quite willing to let go, relishing the feeling of the other in their arms. But Geralt reminded himself that he now had the whole winter with Jaskier, time for many more hugs.

A few minutes later they were on their way north. Not just the witcher and his noble steed, but a bard walking - no, dancing beside them, singing a happy song and Geralt couldn’t stop smiling.

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[jaskierswolf]

Prompt idea: Okay so you know how Jaskier is always sticking his tongue out compulsively because Joey Batey wants to murder us? Geralt is absolutely fixated on it, obsessed with his mouth.

Ok so babe... I’m looking at this ask and it looks spicy? I’m looking at what I wrote and it’s just.... soft? I don’t know what happened? I think Geralt caught feelings?

Geraskier, 976 words

CW: None!

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Geralt had intended to sharpen his swords. He’d come back to their room after a fairly easy hunt to find Jaskier mid-composition. He’d rolled his eyes and got to work on his swords. There was no interrupting Jaskier when he got like this. Eventually Geralt would have to drag his arse downstairs for some food but it would be alright for a while. Geralt could use the quiet time, a rare occurrence with Jaskier by his side, but after the hunt his senses were too heightened, too sensitive. Every beat of Jaskier’s heart sounded like a giant’s footsteps.

It had been so loud that he’d been able to pick out the bard’s heartbeat from outside the inn; a familiar flutter, the soundtrack to his life for the past decade. A warm and comforting sound. Geralt’s strikes along his blade kept to the rhythm of Jaskier’s heart. He wondered if the bard even realised. He probably didn’t, too lost in whatever rhymes and words he was trying to scribble on the page. Geralt shook his head with a fond smile as he looked up at the bard.

And that had been his undoing.

Jaskier kept muttering under his breath, hands tugging at his hair as he counted beats, on his fingers, but when he fell silent his tongue flicked out between his lips, licking slowly without Jaskier even realising it.

Geralt swallowed.

Jaskier just hummed and tapped the quill against his cheek before biting down gently on his fingers. Geralt couldn’t look away. He stared, unable to move. His own heartbeat suddenly raced as fast as a human’s as his gaze traced the slow movement of Jaskier’s tongue along his top lip. It wasn’t meant to be seductive. Jaskier was merely concentrating, a subconscious habit that the bard probably didn’t even realise he had, but Geralt was stunned, his carefully constructed walls beginning to crack. He knew, objectively that Jaskier was attractive but he’d never noticed his attraction to his best friend before.

It was a beauty that had just annoyed and inconvenienced him when he was forced to save the bard from angered spouses, although now he really thought about it, that bitter resentment for having to constantly save Jaskier could easily have been the beginnings of Jealousy.

He must have made a sound as Jaskier’s eyes refocussed as he blinked and looked up from the paper.

“Ah, Geralt, you’re back!” he cried happily, wiping his forehead with his sleeve, smudging dark inks stains across his cheek without realising.

Geralt was suddenly hit with the urge to run his thumb along Jaskier’s cheek and wipe the stain away.  

Fuck.

Jaskier’s smile was lighting up the room, brighter than any sun, his lips still damp and shining from where his tongue had touched. Geralt heart fluttered in his chest, running faster than any witcher’s heart should. There was a prickle of heat at the back of his neck and he couldn’t look away from his friend.

Jaskier’s smile morphed into confused look at Geralt’s unusual demeanour, and then his eyes widened slightly before a coy smile appeared. Each expression was beautiful in its own way, each one so very Jaskier.

Gods he was utterly fucked.

It was like the dam had broken and everything he’d been hiding, even from himself, was flooding out.

“Geralt?” Jaskier asked in a low voice, tongue tracing his bottom lip as he stepped closer. Too close and yet unbearable far away. The air had been sucked from the room and Geralt couldn’t breathe. It was more torturous than any curse.

“Hmm,” he responded, not trusting his own voice.

Jaskier reached up to cup his cheek and Geralt’s skin felt like it was burning under Jaskier’s touch. He leaned into the heat and closed his eyes, a contented purr rumbling in his chest. Jaskier laughed, a laugh that rivalled the most beautiful of melodies. “Darling, forgive me if I’m reading this wrong, but can I kiss you?”

Geralt swallowed and his eyes fluttered open, needing to see Jaskier, needing to see the gorgeous blue eyes that he knew were looking at him through thick eyelashes. He smiled faintly, unable to resist the adoration in Jaskier’s gaze. “Yes,” he breathed as quietly as possible, barely a whisper, not wanting to break whatever this magic was that was sparking between them.

Jaskier’s expression softened and Geralt knew he was in love with his best friend. Nothing else would explain the way he felt like melting into Jaskier’s embrace and never leaving. Jaskier’s other hand came up to hold Geralt’s other cheek, filling him with a warm glow that he’d never felt before. He was a goner before their lips even met, but that first touch felt like lightning scorching through his soul. He knew it that moment he would love Jaskier for the rest of his life whether he was killed tomorrow or lived long enough to retire to the keep in the mountains.

He gripped at Jaskier’s hips, fingers digging into the soft fabric of the bard’s shirt. The kiss was over all too soon but they didn’t part, Jaskier pressing his forehead against Geralt’s as they breathed together. Jaskier’s heart was racing, the sound the most beautiful that Geralt had ever heard.

“I love you, Jask,” he murmured, his words surprising him. He was sure that out of the two of them Jaskier would be the first to admit he was in love but they had fallen from Geralt’s lips like a prayer.

Jaskier laughed breathlessly “Tell me I’m not dreaming, darling, tell me this is real… fuck, Gods Geralt, I love you too, more than anything.”

Geralt captured Jaskier’s lips in another kiss to answer him. He couldn’t promise the bard that it was real but it truly did feel like a dream, but one they were hopefully living through together. _______

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[elliestormfound]

Touching

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In which Geralt goes nonverbal after a fight and Jaskier is soft with him

1000 words

CW: brief mention of canon-typical violence, but no details and one swear word (for luck)

thank you @thecomfortofoldstorries and @veritasrose for proofreading and cheerleading! <3 this story was inspired by both of your and @hailhailsatan ‘s wonderful soft writing, thank you for being wonderful and sharing your incredible writing!

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“Geralt, are you okay?” Jaskier asked as he sprung up from where he had been sitting in front of their camp fire when Geralt walked back to the clearing. He had just dispatched a nest of nekkers. Not a bad fight, but it had taken hours to track them down, kill every one of these little fuckers and blow up their nest. And now he was exhausted.

The nest had been in a cave and he had taken cat to see better in the darkness. Even though the potion had mostly worn off and it was the dead of night, the light from the full moon stung too bright in his eyes. The adrenaline still rushing through his body made his skin prickle and the sound of his own footsteps was too loud in his ears. 

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When Geralt didn’t answer, Jaskier knew what kind of night this was.

Sometimes when Geralt came back after a fight, still full of adrenaline and potions, it was hard for him to talk. It wasn’t impossible, he could force himself to do it, but it took a lot of energy and he was always glad when he did not have to.

And he was glad that Jaskier understood. They had talked about it after one of his first hunts after they started travelling together because the bard got worried when Geralt had been even more taciturn than usual. 

-

Geralt sat down next to Jaskier and unstrapped his swords. A moment later he exhaled and slumped his shoulders forward. Slowly and carefully Jaskier leaned his shoulder against Geralt’s, testing out if he wanted the physical closeness tonight.

Jaskier had learned that in these moments it was easier for Geralt to touch. 

Not that the witcher often had the opportunity for it. On the path he did not have many friends he trusted like that and in the winters at Kaer Morhen monsters and real fights were thankfully rare these days so these particular situations rarely arose. 

But the bard had wormed his way through Geralt’s defences with his open nature, soft touches and not the slightest whiff of fear about him. Learning to trust Jaskier had been a slow and rocky process, but with his unwavering patience they had found something that worked for both of them.

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Geralt sighed and leaned into him. Jaskier smiled at that and hummed. They sat like that for a while, shoulder to shoulder, staring into the fire.

A few moments later Jaskier got up, moved in front of Geralt and knelt down, looking up into the golden eyes of his friend. There was no smile on the witcher’s face but Jaskier saw his expression soften. Slowly Geralt closed his eyes and leaned his head forward, till their foreheads rested against each other. 

Jaskier had closed his eyes as well and enjoyed their closeness. He listened to Geralt’s slow and rhythmic breathing and the crackle of the fire behind him. He was thankful that Geralt felt so comfortable with him by now.

The bard laid his hand into Geralt’s bigger one, giving him another point of contact, something to hold onto and feel. Geralt looked at him, opened his mouth and breathed in as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out. He drew his eyebrows together in a frown and opened his mouth once more, but only an annoyed huff came out. 

Jaskier squeezed his hand and said quietly, “no need to say anything, I’m here.”

Even on the best of days words to describe his feelings and needs did not come easy to him. And today they were a jumble in his head. He could have picked out a few like ‘friend’, ‘I need’ or ‘thank you’, but it was easier for him to touch and be touched, to feel. 

So he leaned back and squeezed Jaskier’s hand softly in return. Then he lifted it to his lips - not to kiss, but to feel it with the sensitive skin there and let the four knuckles of Jaskier’s fingers glide against his lips. 

Jaskier’s hand smelled of Roach and the leather of her saddle, a trace of smoke when he must have lit the fire and the faint scent of the walnut oil he used for the strings of his lute. This mix of odours was warm and strangely calming. 

He turned and opened Jaskier’s hand and pressed the palm to his lips. He could feel the calluses from his lute playing but also from their life on the path - collecting and chopping wood, carrying heavy bags and even from holding the dagger Geralt had given him and made him practise with. The bard’s palm was warm and the scent of it stronger there. 

Jaskier let his hand wander to the side of Geralt’s face and stroked his cheekbone with his thumb. 

“Let me help you out of your armor,” he said softly. Geralt nodded but stayed motionless. 

So Jaskier unstrapped the three buckles of his breastplate and slowly guided it down his arms. After that he unstrapped the kneepads so Geralt was just in his normal clothes. Jaskier could see more and more of the tension seeping out of him. 

He placed his hands on the witcher’s knees, and looked at him with a question in his gaze. They locked eyes for a moment before Geralt nodded slightly. Jaskier sat up on his knees and leaned forward. Slowly, to give Geralt the time to adjust, he wrapped his arms around his shoulders, drawing him into a hug. 

Geralt sighed and let his head drop onto Jaskier’s shoulder. Then he put his arms around his middle and drew him closer. It was nice to feel the bard. After a day of fighting, death and exhaustion it was immensely calming to hold his friend, this human who was so full of energy and joy that he so willingly shared. Geralt buried his face in Jaskier’s neck and sighed.

A while later Jaskier drew back and searched Geralt’s face once more. When the witcher looked back, he asked, “okay?”

Geralt nodded and Jaskier stood up. He walked over to their saddlebags and got out a wooden cup that he filled with hot tea, that had been brewing over the fire. 

“Drink this and I will make us dinner,” he said as he handed the cup to Geralt.

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[elliestormfound]

Words are hard sometimes

This is totally not me projecting onto Geralt when I’m feeling lonely but have no clue how to ask my friends to keep me company :)

765 words

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Geralt is anxious, he doesn’t want to be alone but cannot put that into words and dosn’t know how to ask Jaskier (but thankfully our bard knows what to do)

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Geralt was pacing in his room. It had been one of those rare occasions where he and Jaskier had enough coin between them to pay for two rooms. At first the witcher had been happy about it - finally having a space for himself for a couple of hours. But after he had cleaned his swords and armor and took stock of his potions and ingredients, he had begun to feel restless. 

He was not sure where this feeling came from, but he had the strange urge to go over to Jaskier’s room to...to do what? He did not know. Geralt shook his head. He was used to being alone, at least he had been before he met Jaskier. He should be able to spend a night by himself, for fuck’s sake. But it was too early to go to sleep and he was too distracted, too restless to meditate or write in his bestiary. 

Maybe he should just go over to Jaskier. He could hear the bard through the thin wall that seperated their rooms. It had sounded like Jaskier had unpacked his bags, maybe darned some of his clothes and then picked up his lute to work on a new melody, playing a few notes over and over again.

Geralt ran his fingers through his hair. Jaskier was probably happy to have an evening alone, away from the grumpy witcher. Geralt would probably just annoy him. And what should he say when he knocked on his door? He could not think about anything interesting or important to talk about. And the harder he thought about a possible topic, an excuse to go over, the harder it got. His brain felt empty. Should he talk about the weather? Fucking hell, who talked about the weather? 

Geralt scratched the back of his neck. His unrest made his skin feel like ants were crawling over it. Jaskier was his bard, for fuck’s sake, his travelling companion and his...friend? It should not be so hard to come up with a topic. Geralt shook out his hands. Maybe he could ask him if he wanted water, offer to bring him some? 

Without further thinking about it Geralt opened his door and walked through the hallway, but stopped in front of Jaskier’s door. Fuck, asking him if he wanted water was a shitty idea. He would have to leave again to actually get the water. 

Why was this so hard? It was never this hard with Roach, she never expected him to talk to him. Maybe he should just go to her, check if she had everything she needed. 

But when he turned around, he heard floorboards creak, not from him but from Jaskier’s room. Before he could flee, the door opened and his bard looked at him with a smile. 

“Oh Geralt, I thought I heard you,” Jaskier said, “do you want something?”

“Ummm,” the witcher said, eloquently as ever, and looked down at his boots so he did not see Jaskier’s smile soften.

“Do you want to come in,” the bard offered and took a step back to give him room.

Geralt nodded and stepped in. 

“Sorry, I’m…” Geralt began but did not know what to say. What did he actually want? Not to be alone? To sit in the same room as Jaskier, hearing him humm not just through the wall?

“Could you maybe help me light the fire?” Jaskier asked, pointing to the empty fireplace, “I cannot find my matches.” Geralt released a breath and nodded, glad to have something to do. He knelt down, selected a few logs, arranged them carefully in the fireplace and ignited them with igni. 

“Thank you, my dear,” Jaskier said, “do you want to…” he looked at Geralt, who was still kneeling on the floor, “keep me company for a while?” Geralt suppressed a sigh of relief that he did not need to ask himself and nodded. 

“You could maybe meditate,” Jaskier suggested, “I think I haven’t seen you meditate in a few days. And I’ve got this book from the innkeep that I want to read.” Geralt felt even more of his anxiety seep out of him. 

It was as if Jaskier had sensed what he wanted, what he needed tonight. So Geralt nodded once more and sat back on his heels. He closed his eyes and listened to Jaskier’s quiet noises as the bard grabbed the book from the nightstand, walked over and sat down in an armchair next to Geralt, before he finally felt calm enough to let his mind slip into a meditative state.

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[elliestormfound]

maybe not really a prompt, but what about the first time Geralt takes Jaskier to the hot springs at KM? ❤️ witcher-and-his-bard

Thank you for the lovely prompt @witcher-and-his-bard <3

This got somehow really angsty, sorry, but its hurt/comfort with a happy end! 1121 words

If anybody would rather read a more fluffy story from me about Geralt and Jaskier in the hot springs, you can read Let me take care of you

CW: very cold weather, jaskier doesn't take it so well and is only half conscious when they arrive at KM (nothing too descriptive) / nudity but in a non-sexual way / Jaskier has a panic attack

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Jaskier was only half conscious when Geralt practically dragged him over the threshold of Kaer Morhen. 

The witcher had waited too long to finally invite him to the Wolves’ keep. Normally they seperated when the leaves turned golden, Jaskier heading to a court or Oxenfurt and Geralt north into the Blue Mountains. But both of them had lingered this, delayed the inevitable goodbye.

But when the leaves had started to fall and cushion the forest floor in heaps of red and brown, Geralt had plucked up his courage and asked the bard to come with him. The anxiety had made the words stumble out of his mouth and he had to repeat the question after a few deep breaths and was rewarded with a bright smile and an enthusiastic ‘yes’.

But he had waited too long. The track up the mountain was even under the best circumstances hard for a human, but that late in the autumn, the howling winds had a bite to them that pierced through every layer of clothes Jaskier had been wrapped in.

In the last village before the keep, Geralt had made him buy warmer clothes, a woolen sweater, warm pants, a thick fur cloak and heavy boots. 

And they had kept the bard warm for the next day, but then the snow had set in. At first Jaskier had been enchanted by the fat flakes that danced through the air. But when the actual snow storm hit them, even these winter clothes couldn’t keep the cold away from Jaskier’s fragile human body. 

During the day he shivered, but their constant movement kept his blood flowing warm through his body, but in the night he had clung to Geralt under a pile of blankets, absorbing his heat.

But the last few hours before they reached the keep, the path had led them out of the forest, so they were even more exposed to the harsh winds. Jaskier had started to shiver violently, his teeth chattering and Geralt knew that when Jaskier stayed uncharacteristically silent, that he had to hurry to bring him to safety. 

He had let go of Roach’s lead and let her walk before them. She knew the way anyway. Geralt had wrapped one arm around Jaskier’s middle, steadying him and shielding him from the worst of the winds. 

So they had stumbled in the courtyard of the crumbling castle in the sky.

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Jaskier could make out an older witcher - probably Vesemir - standing in the hall. From what he knew about Geralt, Jaskier hadn’t expected to be greeted with hugs and a cocktail, but the older witcher was frowning heavily at them, arms propped up on his hips.

The witcher barked in a rough voice, “you should have known better than to bring a human...”

Cold dread of being unwelcome after such a hard journey joined the cold sting of the icy winds he still felt in his bones. He heard Geralt and the other witcher trade a few more sharp sentences that he didn’t quite catch. 

“Bring him downstairs now,” was the only other sentence Jaskier heard and he started to shake violently.

Geralt turned to him, grabbed him at the waist and in one smooth motion threw him unceremoniously over his shoulder.

Visions of dark dungeons with rusty chains on the walls played through Jaskier’s mind and he fisted his hands into Geralt’s coat as the witcher walked them down winding staircases.

When Geralt tried to put him down, Jaskier clung to him. He felt so cold, he was sure he wouldn’t survive a winter in a dungeon.

“Jaskier, let go of my coat,” Geralt said in a strained voice.

“No,” Jaskier sobbed, “I’ll be good, I’ll stay in my room, they won’t even notice I’m there,” be babbled between sobs.

“What are you talking about?” Geralt asked as he finally managed to set Jaskier down on a bench. He hunkered down in front of him, so they were on eye level. 

“Don’t put me in the dungeon,” Jaskier pleaded, grabbing Geralt’s coat again.

“Shh, look at me,” Geralt said. He had removed his gloves and put his hands on either side of Jaskier’s face.

When the blue eyes found his golden ones he said slowly and calmly, “no one is putting you in a dungeon.”

“But...he said...I wasn’t welcome and to bring me downstairs?”

The crease between Geralt’s brows deepened before he said, “oh.”

The fear returned to Jaskier’s face and Geralt said hurriedly, “Jaskier, Vesemir was chiding me for waiting so long to bring you here, for dragging you through a snowstorm.”

Jaskier frowned in confusion and Geralt went on, “and we don’t really have any functioning dungeons anymore. Vesemir told me to bring you down to the hot springs.”

“Hot what?” Jaskier asked.

“Hot springs,” Geralt repeated.

“Like...baths?” 

Geralt nodded, “like baths.”

“Oh,” the bard said and finally let go of Geralt’s robes.

“It’s the fastest way to get you warm.”

He was still holding Jaskier’s head and when he was reassured that the bard’s panic had died down he asked, “can I undress you?”

“Undress me?” 

“Yes, for the bath.”

“Yes,” Jaskier said weakly. The surge of panic from moments before seemed to have exhausted his very last reserves of strengths. He sat like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

Geralt started to peel away the layers of damp clothes till Jaskier was naked and hurriedly undressed himself.

Then Geralt picked him up, arms under Jaskier’s knees and behind his back and walked them over to a pool in the ground. There was steam in the air and Jaskier couldn’t make out the exact outline of the room.

Suddenly he felt something warm at his feet and then he was fully submerged in the warm water. He had flung his arms around Geralt’s neck and was sitting on his lap. The water reached to his shoulders and it felt hot and was stinging his skin, but it was a good stinging somehow. And it was comforting to feel Geralt’s strong arms around him. He let his head fall onto Geralt’s shoulder.

“That’s nice,” he whispered after a while, “I think I can feel my toes again.”

Geralt chuckled and hugged him a bit closer, glad to finally have him somewhere safe.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into Jaskier’s tousled hair, where he had pressed his face.

“What for?” 

“For waiting so long to ask you,” Geralt answered, “for dragging you through a snowstorm, for endangering you.”

“It worked out in the end, didn’t it?” 

Geralt only hummed.

After a while Jaskier said, “you never told me that you have hot springs here.”

“You never asked.”

Jaskier snorted but snuggled a bit closer to his witcher. 

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[elliestormfound]

A soft winter

In which Jaskier gains a bit of weight over the winter in Kaer Morhen and Geralt loves his softness

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“Jaskier?” Geralt asked as he opened the door to their room in Kaer Morhen. He knew that the bard liked to sleep in, but before now he hadn’t missed a single breakfast with the wolves. Out of worry Geralt had decided to check up on his lover.

Jaskier stood in the middle of the room in a pile of clothes strewn on the floor and was only wearing his smallclothes. 

“Is it a no-pants-day?” Geralt asked with a raised eyebrow.

Jaskier huffed and turned to him.

“It seems like it. I must have gained a bit of weight,” he said with a smile and gently patted his soft belly, “none of my pants really fit comfortably anymore.”

A blush crept up Geralt’s cheeks at the sight. He went to the bed and sat down.

During the summer months Jaskier was always lean and toned from the days of walking, nights of performing and the often infrequent meals in between. Now that he had mentioned it, Geralt noticed that his body had gotten softer and a nice layer of fat had formed around his middle. 

“Hmm,” was all he said as he eyed Jaskier.

“I hadn’t expected to find so much good and plentiful food in your keep on top of the mountains,” Jaskier said as his hands wandered to his hips. It was true. The witchers had a strict training routine every day and needed a good amount of nourishing food.

“But I don’t train like you do, so it goes directly to my hips,” Jaskier laughed and squeezed said hips.

A moment later he looked up to Geralt and smiled softly at the blush on his witcher’s cheeks.

“My dear witcher,” he said and walked over to stand in front of him, “do you have indecent thoughts about your bard?”

“I just…” Geralt stammered, “I hadn’t really noticed before, but you look…”

Jaskier cocked his head to the side and asked, “I look what?”

Geralt coughed and licked his lips before he looked up at him.

“You look beautiful,” Geralt said breathlessly. He reached for Jaskier’s hips and let his thumbs stroke circles in the soft flesh. 

“You noticed just now that I look beautiful?” Jaskier asked in a lightly teasing tone, covering one of Geralt’s hands with his, squeezing softly.

“No,” Geral said quickly, “you always look beautiful!” 

He was caught in the bright blue gaze looking down at him.

“I’ve never seen you this...soft before.” His voice had gotten low as he said that.

Jaskier smiled brightly and reached for Geralt to run his fingers through the white hair. 

“So….” Jaskier said, just the faintest echo of insecurity in his voice, “you like me like this as well?”

Geralt gently squeezed the hips that he was still holding and pulled Jaskier towards himself. He leaned his head forward and placed a kiss on Jaskier’s belly. 

“I love you, always,” he whispered into the soft skin. He turned his head, rested his cheek against his belly and wrapped his arms around Jaskier’s waist. The bard’s hands combed through his hair and scratched his scalp lightly. 

“I love you too, my darling witcher.”

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[elliestormfound]

Prompt - the circumstances of the first time Jaskier rubbed chamoline onto Geralt's lovely bottom. I'm all about Geraskier but however you'd like to cover it, if you are so inclined. Thank you.

Thank you for this prompt, it is right up my alley! <3 I hope you like the fic!

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CW: There is a naked butt that get's rubbed with chamomile oil but in a none-sexual situation, mention of minor injuries

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“You cannot expect me to wear this ridiculous outfit,” Geralt said, nodding at the colourful ensemble of clothes Jaskier had laid out for him. It was a whole outfit - doublet, shirt, trousers and boots. He wouldn’t be surprised if he would find silken smallclothes in the pile.

“Hush now,” Jaskier swatted at Geralt’s accusatory pointing finger.

“If you want to join me at the banquet...”

“I don’t want to join you…” Geralt grumbled, but there was no real heat to it. Jaskier had asked him to play bodyguard. The banquet he had been hired to perform at would be frequented by a handful of people holding unjustified grudges against the bard, as Jaskier had put it. 

“You will look splendid in these, my dear,” the bard said, ignoring Geralt’s protest. He lifted the sky blue doublet and held it to Geralt’s chest. “I think this color suits you.”

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“If I would have worn my armor, like I wanted to, I wouldn’t have thorns sticking in my ass,” Geralt grumbled. 

Jaskier huffed, “how was I supposed to know that you planned to place your ass in one of the Duchesses famous and - might I add - exceptionally expensive rose bushes.”

Geralt’s growl would have been more intimidating, if he wasn’t lying face down on the bed and Jaskier sitting next to him, painstakingly removing rose thorns from the silken fabric of the trousers and his subjacent butt.

“I was pushed in the rose bush…” Geralt interrupted his protest with a wince as Jaskier removed a particularly big thorn, “by the very man who wanted to beat your nose in, because you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants around his wife.”

Jaskier snorted and yanked the next thorn out with more force.

“His poor wife wanted and needed a good shag,” he said, “he was clearly not satisfying her.”

Geralt was glad that his face was hidden because he blushed as he suddenly felt not the twinge of the tweezers but Jaskier’s hand on his butt.

“What are you…” he began, his voice a bit too high.

“I think you should remove the trousers now,” said the bard.

“What?” Geralt asked indignantly. His blush deepened as Jaskier let his hand carefully wander over Geralt’s bottom.

“I think there are still some smaller thorns that went right through the fabric.”

Jaskier said it as if it was the most normal thing in the world to ask someone to strip naked so he could examine their buttocks. 

Geralt coughed and stood up. He turned his back to Jaskier and started to remove the silken trousers. He had to admit that they had been more comfortable than he had expected and was a bit sad to give them back to the bard. 

“Your smallclothes too,” Jaskier said from behind him. Geralt had been sure it wasn’t possible but his face grew even hotter, but he did as he was asked. 

When he was naked from the waist down, he laid down on the bed once more, hiding his face in his arms. He felt the bed sag when Jaskier sat down next to him and stiffened when he felt his long fingers carefully stroking over his butt.

“So, my dear witcher,” Jaskier said in his melodic voice, “did you enjoy the evening?”

When Geralt started to growl, he interjected, “I mean prior to your unfortunate encounter with the rose bush.”

Geralt didn’t say anything for a while, too distracted by the fingers roaming over his buttcheeks. But he tried to think back. The wine had been good - Est Est, and the food had been decent. 

But he hadn’t been able to really enjoy the evening, because he had to watch Jaskier flirt with every beautiful woman and handsome man in the vicinity. He wasn’t jealous of course, just irritated. 

“Ouch,” he bellowed as Jaskier found another tiny thorne and drew it out.

“I think that’s it,” Jaskier said after a final soft stroke over Geralt’s ass, “but now your poor bottom looks like it has seen a good beating.” Lost in thought he stroked over Geralt’s butt a bit more and Geralt wasn’t sure if he should say something but this felt kind of...

“One moment, I have an idea,” Jaskier said and interrupted Geralt’s thought process.

“Jaskier,” Geralt growled, as he remembered that he should probably protest whatever Jaskier had in mind, “what are you…”

But he stayed still as he could feel Jaskier moving and reaching for something. A second later he heard the unmistakable sound of a vial being uncorked and the soothing scent of chamomile filled the air.

“This might be a bit cold,” said the bard and Geralt felt something liquid dribble on his butt. 

“What the…”

“It’s chamomile oil, Geralt, good for irritated skin.”

When he felt not only Jaskier’s fingers, but both of his hands on his butt, he growled, “what exactly are you doing?” 

“Do you want to be able to sit in the saddle tomorrow or not?” Jaskier said as he drew his hands away. 

Geralt’s butt suddenly felt cold and he had to admit that it had felt kind of nice to have Jaskier’s hands there. 

So he mumbled “okay” and could practically feel Jaskier grin.

“That’s what I thought.”

Jaskier laid his hands back on Geralt’s butt and started to gently rub the oil into his skin. He took his time, taking care to cover every inch, gently massaging the sore skin and humming softly.

When the initial embarrassment and uncertainty about what Jaskier was doing with him was overcome, the soothing scent of chamomile, Jaskier’s warm and gentle hands and his humming, helped Geralt to relax. His shoulders sagged down and the muscles in his jaw loosened, and as he was drifting off to sleep, he more felt than heard a low soothing rumble. 

Jaskier smiled down at his witcher, who had been such an angry kitten just half an hour ago and was now purring himself to sleep with Jaskier’s hands on his butt. 

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