#quarterback geralt

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon - Trouble Bonus Scene: Interlude 3

Jaskier toddled between the tables, sampling the dropped crumbs (that were probably from the previous night's dinner), and trying to decide if he should try the yellowed, waxy crumble with fuzzy green stuff on it, or the brown, crispy oblong thing with the two long 'hairs' on one end.

"Hey, what are you trying to eat now--! Lambert began before screaming "Oh MeLiTeLe hE'S gOt a cOCkrOach!" , and the Hall erupted in chaos.

Wolves jumped up from their benches and dove for the baby. Jaskier toddled as fast as his unsteady baby legs could carry him.

It presented a comical scene: a bevy of grown a** Witchers looking like a team of very incompetent linebackers trying to tackle a very small quarterback without actually tackling him.

Witchers were running into each other, tripping over benches, and falling over their own feet as Jaskier scurried away at a bumbling run, brittle prize clutched in one tiny fist.

They didn't know how he was getting away. He always seemed to be where they weren't.

The Witchers ened up in a groaning pile on the floor, lying in the shame of having been out-maneuvered by a tiny human being that could barely walk.

Jaskier plopped down on the floor just out of reach of the Witchers. There was a collective, desperate cry of "NoOoOoOOOOO!" as Jaskier went to stuff the dessicated cockroach into his mouth.

He let out a confused sound as he abruptly ascended, scooped up by Yennefer's hands. He cooed in disappointment as he dropped the crispy oblong, and outright squalled when Yennefer wrested the waxy chunk of yellow and green out of his other hand.

"Don't eat that, you nasty little savage!" Yennefer said.

Jaskier sniffled and babbled "Ma-ma-ma!"

"Don't try to sweet talk me!"

Jaskier's bottom lip trembled, and his blue eyes looked very sad.

"And don't look at me like that either!"

Jaskier: *sad face intensifies*

Yennefer wavered just a tiny bit, but managed to resist the unreasonable urge to give him back the cockroach. Her voice turned soft and sweet.

"I'm sorry, my poor lamb, but you can't have that yucky old bug!"

Jaskier voiced his displeasure with his loudest, angriest howl.

Yennefer offered him some custard, but he refused. She tried offering him his little wooden spoon, but it ended up on the floor. She tried giving him the various toys the Wolves had made for him, but he only screamed and cried louder.

He found himself being bounced slightly, and patted softly and rythmically on his back.

"I know, I know!" Yennefer said sympathetically, "Shhh, shhh, shhh, sweetling!"

Jaskier found himself yawning when he paused to draw breath for another dramatic wail.

"Such a big yawn!" Yennefer murmured to him, swaying slowly from side to side.

Jaskier rubbed at his eyes and continued to cry, determined to let everyone know they had crossed him, and there were going to be consequences for their transgressions!

Let me sing you the song of my people!

His song petered out from a howling storm, to a light drizzle of whining with his next yawn. And seconds later, inspite of his best efforts, Jaskier fell asleep on Yennefer's shoulder.

Jaskier was carried off to Geralt's room and tucked into a makeshift nest of pillows and furs on the side of the bed that was touching the wall. He was dead to the world, looking sweet and angelic, and not at all like he had just been ugly screaming over a dead roach and a moldy crumb of cheese.

Yennefer looked at Geralt, a suggestion in her eyes. It was early. The baby was sleeping...they had time! Geralt nodded, Yennefer quickly extinguished the candle, they dove under the covers...and went the f**k to sleep.

Jaskier woke them up promptly at sunrise. He was very soggy and uncomfortable, so he remedied the issue by tumbling out of his nest and crawling up on top of Yennefer.

He plopped his wet bottom down and waited as the wetness soaked into the furs.

Yennefer woke up with surprised "eEeWwWw!" when the wetness made it through.

Geralt chuckled when Yennefer lifted Jaskier off her, and the baby kicked his legs, the diaper fell off and landed in her lap with a wet splat.

Well, that was better! The awful wet cloth was gone! But now he was cold...

Jaskier fussed and whined "Ma!", then proceeded to p*ss on her. Geralt laughed out loud at the look of utter shock on Yennefer's face, and the way she froze as she managed to ignore her body's reflexive desire to yeet Jaskier.

"The audacity! That was personal!" she said accusingly to the baby, setting him on a dry spot on the furs so she could spell the bed dry.

"Shut up!" she snapped at Geralt, who was now snorting into his hands to try to laugh quietly. She hurled the sodden diaper at him, and frowned when he twisted out of the way. F***ing Witcher reflexes!

Jaskier laid there, squirming around and being as uncooperative as possible while Yennefer struggled to put a fresh diaper on him. He fussed and rolled and tried to crawl away, screaming angrily at the indignity when he was dragged back and turned over.

He screeched and screamed and wailed and fought until Geralt jumped in, and between the two of them, they wrestled him into the diaper and then into his clothes.

"Oh, what a face!" Yennefer laughed softly, cuddling Jaskier and kissing his pudgy cheek as he pouted and sucked his thumb. She brushed his hair out of his eyes and pulled her cloak over him as she walked out into the chilly hallway, "Sorry, my love, but you are not going to free-ball it. I dont think Vesemir would appreciate stepping in your piles and puddles."

Jaskier ate most of a bowl of honey sweetened grits, then gleefully flung the rest of it across the table at Lambert and Eskel, and smeared it around on the table in front of him. Eskel got him a little cup of goat's milk and held it for him so he could taste it.

Jaskier decided he liked it, and sucked at the edge of the cup.

"He likes it!" Eskel exclaimed happily, carefully tipping the cup incrimentally.

"Look at him go!" Aiden said.

"Hmm!"

Jaskier eagerly sucked at the milk and the Witchers started pounding lightly on the table and chanting "Chug! Chug! Chug!" until he'd drained the cup. Eskel 'slammed' the cup down on the table when he'd finished, and Geralt scooped him up and paraded him around the table as his brothers cheered.

Geralt noticed that Jaskier's little hands were cold and he was shivering a bit. The Witcher had hmm'ed thoughtfully. It was a little chilly in the Hall still, even with the fire burning. It would be a few hours more until the fire could chase out the cold.

Geralt and his brothers made a trip down to the hotsprings to get Jaskier warmed up. They lounged in the water, sitting in one of the pools that was shallower and not as hot, taking turns holding the baby.

Jaskier splashed and chirped "Ba-bol!", remembering the big soap bubbles the Wolves had blown for him before.

"You want bubbles? I'll give you bubbles!" Lambert said mischeivously. He leaned to the side and a series of bubbles churned up from under the water.

"That's f***ing nasty!" Aiden said, but ended up laughing anyway because farts were funny.

There was a brief contest to see who could make the best bubbles.

Jaskier made a little growly sound from Eskel's lap, and the Witcher looked down at him, "What's wrong, little--SH*T! He sh*t in the water!" he screamed as the brown chunky cloud quickly expanded. There was a chorus of panicked screams and swears, and the water churned and roiled as the Witchers thrashed, flinging themselves out of the water.

Coen took Jaskier to sit in front of the fireplace in the Hall while his brothers cleaned out the contaminated pool. He swore he'd only looked away for a second to get his ale off the table, and Jaskier had said to himself Let's play a game!

Coen burst into the hotsprings, yelling "Songbird's gone! I looked away for a second, and he was just gone!"

"You lost Baby Bird?!"

"F**k!"

"We're dead! We're dead! The witch is going to kill us!"

"Everyone calm down!" Geralt barked. "We're going to find him. Everyone spread out. You know what to do."

Yennefer was walking out of the kitchen, into the Great Hall, when she saw Geralt and his brothers on their hands and knees, crawling around on the floor in the hallway, sniffing the stones.

As she watched, the Wolves crawled into the Hall, spreading out and continuing to smell the floor. She leaned against the doorframe, took a bite of her sandwich, and just watched the odd sight. They were actually sniffing the d*mn floor like hunting hounds!

They looked so abusurd: Big, hulking men crawling around with their a**es in the air -- not that Yennefer was going to complain about the view -- everywhere she looked, she saw a dummy thicc a** slowly waving in the air.

"Hey! Hey! This way!" Geralt practically barked, and nose to the ground, started crawling quickly, following the scent trail. The other Witchers crawled after him, snuffling along behind him, and followed him as he led them at fast crawl, right up to a familiar pair of boots...

"What the h*ll are you f**kwits doing?"

The Witchers looked up to see Yennefer glaring down at them from the kitchen doorway.

As one man, they cringed back, hunching closer to the ground.

"Er...we, uh, we're looking for...uh..." Lambert began.

"We lost the baby!" Eskel blurted, unable to take the crushing guilt.

"You mean this baby?" Yennefer said cooly, turning so they could see Jaskier snuggled securely against her back in a makeshift sling. As if on cue, he cooed.

"Er, yeah, that's the one!" Lambert said.

"Don't be a smarta**!" she snapped. "I went to the kitchen to get something to eat, and he was sitting under the tables trying to eat rat turds!"

Four Witcher heads turned to look at Coen. The bald Witcher shrank under the scrutiny. "I-I-I...I looked for him!" Coen stammered, "I didn't see him anywhere, I swear! He was gone!"

The Witchers, still kneeling on the floor, drew closer together and made no move to get up in the off chance that a show of subjugation would appease the witch. It was worth a try.

Yennefer sighed. She couldn't really be upset. Even as an adult, Jaskier had a knack for just disappearing and getting into trouble the second you took your eyes off him. But still, she had an image to uphold.

"You lost your Baby Bard Privilege for the rest of the day," she informed them sternly. "You're going to have to earn it back, and you can start by giving the Great Hall a good scrubbing! This place is a pigstye!"

There was a chorus of muttering, and Lambert grumbled "It's not that dirty-!"

"There's a dead rat under that table, crumbs that are so old they are practically petrified, something brown and sticky under the benches, piles of rat sh*t in the corners, and a f***ing army of cockroaches that swarms the floor every night! It sounds like I'm walking over a bed of dead, crunchy leaves everytime I have to walk across this floor on my way to bed!"

The Witchers shifted uncomfortably and started grumbling and muttering.

"Go on, get!" Yennefer commanded sharply. The Wolves cringed and scuttled out.

"So that's how Witcher's track their prey," Yennefer said to Jaskier, taking him out of the sling to sit him on her lap at the kitchen table. "I'll have to write it down for you in your little notebook so you can make a song about it when we get you back to normal!"

Jaskier babbled as if in agreement.

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[roughentumble]

i think high school AUs where geralt is, like, the star quarterback are kind of funny because i find it impossible to imagine geralt being popular in high school

#assuming he doesnt just go to kaer morhen boarding school #witcher tag #ogc tag

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

80s: geralt leads the team to state finals, Jaskier cheering in the stands

Oh yes, this is good. 

@racheld93 @thecomfortofoldstorries

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Jaskier cupped his hands around his mouth and screamed. “Go, Geralt! Go baby go!!!”

Geralt, whose body felt like it had been half-crushed by a pile of rocks (which was half-true; he’d been buried in a mound of high schoolers), was fading on the field. Hearing Jaskier’s bright and sunny tenor floating across the green turf felt like fresh rain on a hot day. 

“Kick some Kitty-Cat ass babe!” he heard the younger boy projecting as loudly as possible. Then he did the cutest thing Geralt had ever heard. He howled. He tilted his head back in the stands, formed a soft pink ‘O’ with his mouth and went: “Awoooooo!”

Everyone else in the stands took up the cheer, howling at the tops of their lungs. Chanting “Wolf Pack! Wolf Pack! Wolf Pack!” as they stomped and clapped. Geralt steadied himself, waited for the call, and took off running.

He turned at just the right moment, capturing the ball in the safe cage of his arms, and falling into the end-zone. A buzzer went off. The stands burst into chaos when the overhead PA system sprang to life to announce: “Touchdown! The Kaedwen Academy Wolves will be moving on to the state finals!”

Geralt laughed softly, still splayed on the ground with the ball in his arms. 

He would be getting lots of happy kisses from his favorite little cheerleader tonight.

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[drownerbrains]

dear god football season is back and i am thinking about witcher nfl au so much

i've decided ciri is the team owner; she inherited it when he grandparents died. she has to have an adult as a legal intermediator until she's 21 (mousesack) but she is definitely technically In Charge lol

geralt ends up her legal guardian bc pavetta promised to make him her godfather after he helped her ditch a very fancy and awkward dinner with her parents the night he was drafted (he was desperate to escape too lol) so she could go see her boyfriend. things got weird and wild and none of them remember the whole night but geralt def helped them out of some trouble and pavetta remembered promising godfatherhood. he did not expect that to result in actually being ciri's dad eventually, but! it happens

yen meets her and loves her immediately, but is terrified she's too Scary and Bad to be around her at first.......but it turns out ciri is her biggest fan and thinks yen is just the coolest and wants her to teach her how to do all the things she does and by the end of their first day together yen is like That's My Daughter :)

ciri sits in a big fancy box for the games but she has a headset that's patched into the sideline comms so she can talk to geralt and yen and the rest of the team and staff when they have a chance. every time one of them scores at a home game they turn and blow a kiss + wave to ciri's box

OH and their team is the cintran swallows. (possibly. might change my mind) their colors are black, white and silver, v similar uniform looks to the raiders

#i saw someone casually remark that geralt looks like a linebacker and i had to physically restrain myself #from being like ACTUALLY HE'D BE A RUNNING BACK here is a very long and detailed list explaining why #other acceptable positions would be free safety or Maybe tight end but running back is clearly the most accurate. it just makes SENSE ok #and under no circumstances would geralt be the quarterback. that's yen. he would Not. she totally would though and she would be good at it #no hate to people who say otherwise they're just also wrong lol. god i wish literally anyone was into this specific overlap of interests #enough to scream about it with me lol

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[kingeomer]

I Would Really, Really Love To Stick Around (ch 1)

Geralt/Jaskier / rated teen (ch1) / 2,827 words / ao3.

this is part 2 of my kaer morhen coffee house au, featuring extremely anxious sweet boi geralt going on his first date with jaskier. chapter 1 is the first date, and chapter 2 is the first date hook up, heh. there’ll be a chapter 3 one day, but brain is somewhat stuck, sadly.

Fuck, Geralt felt stupid. He was stupid, absolutely, undoubtedly stupid. He was meeting Jaskier in half an hour, and he still hadn’t decided what to wear. Geralt wasn’t a vain man, not by any stretch, but… but he wanted to make a good impression, the right impression. He had to. This was a first date, after all. 

  Sure, he’d walked Jaskier to work that one time, and they’d been texting a lot since then, and Geralt had actually managed to have actual conversations with the other man whenever he was in the coffee shop, but… he didn’t know how to do dates, never had. So when Jaskier had asked him out and he’d said yes, of course he’d said yes, he’d immediately gone into panic mode.

  Well, he’d waited until Jaskier was out of the shop first, and had to ask Eskel to cover for him while he sat in the back room for fifteen minutes while he calmed down. But still, panic mode.

And now he had thirty minutes, and he was looking at his wardrobe and realised he didn’t own a single item of clothing that was good enough. He’d looked up the place Jaskier had picked for dinner, and while it wasn’t super fancy or anything, it certainly wasn’t a jeans and a t-shirt establishment, and Geralt only really had jeans and t-shirts, or sweatpants, or tank tops. He had a crumpled suit in the back of his wardrobe that he hadn’t worn in years, and he certainly couldn’t wear that tonight, if it even fit still. 

  There was only one thing for it. He had to call in reinforcements. 

  Calling down to the shop, he chewed on his lower lip as the phone rang, waiting for someone to pick up. 

  “Kaer Morhen Coffee House, Eskel speaking…” oh, thank fuck it was Eskel. Geralt could ask Eskel for help, and he wouldn’t be a prick about it. 

  “Esk? It’s me. I… I need your help, can someone cover you for uh, fifteen minutes or so..?” Geralt asked, feeling like an absolute clown. Like the man didn’t have things to do, like Vesemir wouldn’t give them both a clip round the ear, Geralt for being a child and Eskel for slacking off. This was stupid, he should just call and cancel—

  “Sure, I’m on my way up,” Eskel cut off Geralt’s panic spiral, the line going dead as he hung up. Geralt dropped his phone down onto his bed, ran both hands through his hair frustratedly. Well, at least he’d had a shower already, and he’d blow dried his hair and everything, just like Ciri had told him to. Stepping into the hallway, Geralt opened the door to his apartment, poking his head out into the corridor to watch for Eskel coming up the stairs.

  “Shouldn’t you be dressed by now, mate?” Eskel asked as he appeared, and Geralt just shrugged. Eskel would understand, he always understood. It’s why the two of them got along so well. Where Geralt was the shy, awkward weirdo, Eskel was warm and gentle, always happy to help Geralt when he couldn’t help himself. Moments like now, when Geralt was so lost in his own head. 

  “Just come in and help, fucking hell,” Geralt grumbled, stepping inside and letting Eskel follow him inside, heading straight to the bedroom again. “I need something nice to wear and I don’t have nice clothes, Esk!” Geralt felt like a fucking teenager, like a character from a teen movie getting ready for a date with the star quarterback or something. Sitting down on the edge of his bed, it took all Geralt had in him not to flop backwards and let out a frustrated little scream.

  “Alright, drama queen.” Maybe Geralt was wrong, thinking Eskel would be warm and gentle. Maybe he’d let his best friend spend too much time with Lambert and with Yennefer, like he had with Ciri. This was a disaster. He’d have to cancel, and he’d have to explain to Jaskier that he wasn’t good enough for the other man, that Jaskier deserved someone prettier, sweeter, someone who had nice clothes and didn’t live in a small flat above the shop he worked in because his foster father owned both properties and was letting him live there rent free.

  “Here, put this on. And these,” Eskel pulled Geralt from his latest panic spiral by shoving a pair of dark jeans and a navy blue shirt, shaking the coat hangers when Geralt didn’t respond. “These look good on you, promise.” Eskel added, giving Geralt a soft smile. Geralt took the hangers from him and stood, peeling off the vest he’d put on after his shower and swapping it for the button up shirt. 

  “Thanks, mate.” Geralt said quietly, focussing too intently on doing up his buttons. He paused when he got to the top couple, and a quick glance at Eskel told him he should leave them open. Next came the jeans, pulled up over the underwear he’d spent far too long agonising over. Even picking the right pair of boxer shorts had been difficult, for God’s sake, and he had no intention of Jaskier seeing them tonight. Once they were up and fastened, Geralt hesitated. 

  “Should I tuck my shirt in? I should, right?” It was a stupid question, of course he should. He tucked it in quickly, tugging at the fabric a little until it felt right. “Um. How do I look..?” Geralt asked, voice small. 

  “Like your boy’s gonna have a heart attack, mate,” Eskel answered, and Geralt could tell he meant it, his eyes sincere and a fond smile on his face. Eskel reached a hand out to straighten out Geralt’s collar before patting his shoulder, smoothing his hand down over the dark fabric. “You’re gonna be fine, Geralt. Jaskier likes you. I think short of telling him you used to wank over that David Beckham poster you had, nothing’s gonna change that.” Geralt huffed a laugh at that, shrugging Eskel’s hand off his shoulder. 

  “Fuck off, he’d understand,” Geralt responded. He knew Eskel was right, he just had to keep telling himself that. Jaskier liked him, wanted to take him out on a date and wine and dine him. Geralt liked wine, he liked dining. It’d be fine. 

  Eskel picked out a jacket for Geralt while he put his socks and shoes on; a pair of brown Oxfords with laces he kept struggling to tie in a bow, fat thumbs be damned. He stuck around while Geralt brushed his hair, and agonised for a good five minutes over how to wear it before stepping in and taking the hair tie from him, sweeping it up into a neat bun for him. Eskel even waited on the curb outside with him for a taxi, and he waved Geralt off as the car pulled away.

  A small part of Geralt wished he could’ve taken Eskel for moral support, but that would really fuck the date up, wouldn’t it?

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  Geralt had only briefly looked into where Jaskier wanted to meet and he’d assumed it’d be a restaurant of some sort, so the taxi pulling up in front of a trendy looking pub was a nice surprise. There was a large car park, the actual pub set away from the road, and about a dozen picnic benches on a raised seating area out front.

  Perched on one of those benches, hand wrapped round a pint glass and fingers drumming on the wooden surface, was Jaskier. God, he looked good. So good. He wore a grey t-shirt with a blazer over it, and he’d gone for jeans as well, paired with boots. Why hadn’t Geralt thought of boots? 

  Hands shoved into his pockets, Geralt made his way over, climbing the few steps up onto the seating area and cleared his throat a little. “Hi, Jaskier…” he said softly, not quite trusting his voice to stay level if he spoke louder. Jaskier turned his head at the mention of his name, his hair fluttering as he did so and Christ, he was unfairly attractive. His eyes were going to haunt Geralt until the day he died, he was sure of it, and his lips… he was talking, and Geralt had tuned him out. 

  Fucking hell.

  “You look… wow,” Geralt managed to catch, Jaskier’s eyes raking over him from head to toe and back up again appreciatively, making Gerat’s face burn hot. Jaskier notices, of course he does, and his own cheeks turn a little pink. “Should we go inside? What’re you drinking?” he asked as he stood, picking up his pint and giving Geralt a tiny smile.

  “Whatever you’re having’s fine.” Geralt said, returning Jaskier’s smile with his own, nerves eating him up inside. He was glad Eskel had sorted his hair out for him, else he’d have been scratching away at his scalp, and Jaskier would think he was fucking fleas or something.

  Jaskier led them inside, walking almost shoulder to shoulder with Geralt and blushing softly - God, this man was adorable when he wanted to be - when Geralt held the door open for him. Inside was nice, walls painted a warm peachy orange, dark wood surfaces, and a classic style bar lined with multicoloured bottles and glasses. It was spacious, one half of the floor space a tap room, the other half set up for dining. Jaskier led Geralt straight to an opening at the bar, bouncing on the balls of his feet slightly as he ordered them both a drink.

  Jaskier really was adorable. Geralt didn’t quite know what to do with this information.

  Finally sat together at a table, Geralt and Jaskier made eye contact as they both drank from their glasses, and Geralt felt like his heart was in his throat as Jaskier flashed him a wink. 

  The drinks flow freely, even as they eat. Jaskier insists on a plate of nachos for them to share, and asks for another two beers, and when their meals come -burgers and fries with an extra portion of fries each because “Geralt, if we don’t get extra I’ll just eat all yours, and then you won’t want a second date” - Geralt feels far more relaxed, and Jaskier seems to be too, if the way he keeps talking between bites of food is anything to go by. 

  Jaskier was talking about music, hands moving through the air as he articulated, and all Geralt could do was sit and watch him, a soft, barely there smile on his face as he listened. God, he could listen to this man read the fucking phone book and it’d be fascinating. Except Jaskier had stopped, looking down at the table while laughing softly.

  “God, I’m sorry. You must think I’m a boring prick, rambling on like this,” he said, a self deprecating smile tugging at those pretty lips. Jaskier then picked up his pint glass and drank deeply, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth when he’d finished and getting back to eating his fries. 

  Well, this wouldn’t do at all, would it?

  Geralt reached a hand across the table, covering one of Jaskier’s to get his attention, the action causing the other man’s eyes to snap onto his own. “Nothing you could ever say would be boring, Jaskier. Not to me.” Geralt could feel himself blushing slightly, but for once he didn’t care. Jaskier was wonderful, Geralt had thought so for the longest time now, and he wouldn’t have him thinking otherwise. 

  Jaskier looked lost for words for a second before he laughed again, his fingers twitching under Geralt’s. Just as he was about to take his hand away, however, Jaskier turned his hand over so their palms touched, and it was like a bolt of electric shooting through him. 

  ——————————————

 They left the pub a few hours later, Geralt insisting he walk Jaskier home and Jaskier putting up only the most token of protests. Geralt stopped in the car park to light up a cigarette as Jaskier was asking if he was sure, and Geralt dropped the hand he’d cupped around the flame and puffed out a cloud of smoke before telling him for the third time that yes, he was absolutely certain, it wasn’t taking him out of the way, and then a little shyly, he’d like to spend that extra bit of time with him. 

  Jaskier had looked so pleased at that, the sweetest smile on his face as his cheeks lit up with a soft flush. He stepped closer to Geralt, leaned in to kiss his cheek softly, and Geralt was pretty sure his heart stopped for a second. 

  “A gentleman and a sweetheart? I’m blessed…” If Geralt didn’t know any better, he’d think Jaskier was teasing, but the hand resting on his chest, fingers pressing into the fabric of his shirt as if wanting to grab a handful, and the soft but playful look on his face spoke volumes. Geralt set his free hand on Jaskier’s narrow waist, fingers curling loosely to hold the other man close.

  “Hmmm. Think I’m blessed, to be honest..” Geralt said honestly, leaning his head closer to Jaskier’s so their foreheads were almost touching, their breaths mingling. He watched as Jaskier licked his lips, as his eyes fluttered before focusing on Geralt’s with shocking fondness. God, he was doomed. “Can I kiss you, Jaskier?” he asked quietly, and when he nodded, Geralt pressed his lips to Jaskier’s gently, fingers tightening their grip on his waist as Jaskier’s own finally gripped a hold of his shirt. 

  The kiss lasted a few seconds before Jaskier pulled away, swallowing thickly as he blinked up at Geralt owlishly. “Take me home…” he said, lips curled upwards and voice only lightly trembling. All Geralt could do was nod and give Jaskier’s waist a squeeze before letting go, taking a step back so he could take the other man’s hand in his.

  “Lead the way.” Geralt said with a smile, a rare and genuine one that made his faint dimples pop out and his eyes crinkle warmly. Jaskier blinked up at him and nodded, licking his lips unconsciously before he took Geralt’s hand and tugged.

  The walk back to Jaskier’s took barely ten minutes, the two of them walking hand in hand the whole time. Jaskier stopped in front of an old terraced house with a small front yard, a bench pushed up against the wall with a string of fairy lights wrapped around the clothesline, an odd selection of potted plants strewn across the paved space. It was cute, Geralt found himself thinking, and fit Jaskier to a T.

  Stood behind Jaskier, Geralt had to shove his hands in his pockets to resist the urge to touch , desperately wanting to put his hands on that narrow waist, to lean in and trail kisses along the pale column of his neck. With the door unlocked, Jaskier turned to Geralt again and he smiled, rocking back and forth slightly on his heels before leaning up to drop a kiss on Geralt’s lips, one which Geralt found himself unconsciously following as the other man pulled back.

  Jaskier laughed softly, putting an elegant hand on Geralt’s upper arm as he spoke. “Thanks for tonight, I’ve had fun,” he spoke with a slight grin tugging at his lips, and Geralt felt dazed. This man, this fucking beautiful, perfect human, had spent an evening in his company and deemed him worthy. Geralt felt giddy, a bubbly, excited feeling inside of him that he’d not felt in so long, and so he reacted the only way that felt appropriate.

  By leaning in for another kiss. 

  Only with this one, Jaskier let out this sound, a breathy moan that shot straight through Geralt like a bolt of lightning, and lightly teased his tongue over Geralt’s lips in a move that meant he had to open up for him. He gasped slightly himself as Jaskier stepped somehow even closer to him, one hand slipping around him and trailing down his back to grip hold of his ass, pulling Geralt up as close as he possibly could get.

  Time seemed to stand still for a moment as they kissed, Jaskier’s breath puffing against Geralt’s face as they broke apart then came back together again. His own hands had wandered, one buried in the other man’s soft brown locks, the other with his fingertips just grazing the waistband of Jaskier’s pants, and God, fucking God. Geralt never wanted this to end, wanted to kiss and kiss and kiss until his lungs gave out. Jaskier, however, finally broke their kiss, gasping for breath as Geralt felt his lungs ache, panting softly as their eyes locked.

  “Come in? Please...?” Jaskier asked, voice barely more than a whisper, and all Geralt could do was nod. Jaskier beamed brightly in response, stealing another quick kiss before grabbing Geralt’s hand and tugging him into the house after him, the door slamming shut behind them.

Chapter 2 here (rated explicit).

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #fluff #coffee shop au #kaer morhen coffee house #manda writes

[nitannichionne]

If He Was YOUR Fan Chapter 17: TGIF (A Henry Cavill Fan Fic)

The first week after the storm is a flurry of catching up and trying to get back on schedule. You stay away from Colin, Gracie, and Hannah, which isn’t the easiest thing to do. It’s almost as difficult as trying to stay away from Henry.

                                 “Need you to take the new costumes to Gracie.”

Your head snaps up. “What?”

“Take these—” Cindy tells you, handing a bunch of costumes. “to Gracie. The head costumer will be along for some last minute fittings.”

“Why not in the costume shop?”

“What?”

You inwardly cringe. You remember you are not supposed to question, but nod and do. You take the clothes, bow your head and briskly walk to her trailer. With a deep breath, you knock at the door.

“Come in.”

You walk in, purposely not keeping eye contact with her, but begin hanging her costumes up. “Millie will be along to help you with these, and do some final fittings and selections—”

“Oh!” Gracie exclaimed, looking at you in her mirror’s reflection. “It’s you.”

“Millie will be along—”

“Henry’s new plaything.”

Your actions slow. She is like the cheerleader who lost the quarterback to the smart girl, you tell yourself-claws and fangs bared. You turn to leave; you want no part of this. “She’ll be along—” You gasp as she catches your shoulder and spins you around.

“Do you really think he would want someone like you?”

You decide to stay silent. She is really asking herself how he would want you over her, you think. Looking at her now, you see a few reasons show in neon.

“You’re just…something different, new, novel.” Her nose wrinkles on the last word like something smells.

You take a deep breath, trying not to listen to her words. Even though you know she is purposely trying to hurt you, she is voicing your fears.

“You think you can keep him?” Gracie spits. “No one keeps him.”

You finally raise your eyes to hers. “Then I guess all you have to do is wait!” You snatch away from her and walk out of the trailer, furiously wiping your tears as they begin to fall. You stop walking. You take deep breaths. You tell yourself that you could be at the start of something, that time will tell and you are hoping that taking this risk is worth it. Maybe he is, too, but what if you are what she says? What if you are just different, new, novel, the newest toy in his shop of different experiences on a shelf of memories? He loves them all, but it just doesn’t work out?

“Hey—”

You bump into Henry. You feel the tears refresh in your eyes. Damn.

“Hey—” He is in his Geralt costume, but breaks character, holding your forearms. “What’s—what’s—”

“I’m okay.”

You glance up and see him look at the direction you came from. “Gracie.”

“She’s mean and jealous, that’s all—”

“She is all fur coat and no knickers,” he says softly. “What did she say to you?” When you don’t answer, he growls, startling you. “I can imagine.”

“Henry, let it go.”

His jaw tightens, which you have learned is not good a sign.

“I’m okay,” you whisper. “I’m—” You are cut off by his kiss in sunlight, in public. You melt into him. By the time your lips part, you are breathless.

“You’re who I want,” he whispers into your hair, then lifts your chin. “understand?”

You nod. “I’m alright, really.” You look around. “Were you heading there?”

“To run lines,” his Geralt voice had returned, sounding rougher than before.

“Don’t make anything out of it,” you whisper.

“I won’t,” Henry nods. “just something.”

“Henry—”

He smooths your hair, giving a small smile. “I’m sure Cindy is waiting, pet.”

Again, Geralt smiling is not always a good thing.

“Go on.”

“Henry—”

“Go,” he whispers.

Suddenly you hear your radio go off. With one last pleading look you turn to leave. You don’t get far when you see Colin.

“Hey—” Colin frowns. “What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing,” you shake your head with a smile. “I’m so ready for lunch.”

“Yeah, catering is setting up right now.”

“Great, maybe I can get something quick,” you shrug, looking at a list that just got sent to your tablet. “Busy today.”

“Uh, yeah.” Colin frowns. “You delivered the costumes?”

“Yep,” you say, and hurry away. You busy yourself with the list, opting not to eat just yet. You wave at Archer and Stuart in the distance. Stuart waves and Archer nods. Typical.

You take a late lunch so you can sit with Stella. You come to the trailer and see that it’s just her and Stuart. Third wheel feelings come over you.

“Hey!” Stella smiles widely, but you can tell she is a little uncomfortable. “Having lunch with us?”

“No,” you deny your plans. “I just wanted to pick up something to eat.” You smile, “having a good day, then?” You see Stella frown. You shed a few tears-it didn’t show did it?”

“Uh, yeah,” Stuart nods, frowning, too. “You wanna sit with us? Plenty of room.”

“No,” you chuckle. “I’m afraid I have plans.”

“Oh, okay!”

You grab a sandwich and a small cup of soup that you know Stella made, smiling at them both. “See you later.” You move on and see none other than Archer and Hannah coming toward you. You greet them with a tight smile. “Hey, guys.”

“Hey,” Archer nods.

“Hi,” Hannah says, looking straight ahead.

You pass them and look for a place to relax and breathe. You finally find it and sit on a set they’re not using that day. You start eating lunch and breathe, confident you’re close and yet far away enough. Listening to soundtrack music, feeling removed from where you are and relaxed. Sitting cross-legged on the tile floor, you take your hair down and shake it loose, raking it and sighing. You hear a favorite song and look out of the castle window, closing your eyes and letting the breeze from outside caress your face and neck as you sing softly.

“I didn’t know you could sing like that.”

You nearly jump out of your skin. “Henry!”

“Sorry.”

“You scared the shit out of me!” You are embarrassed.

“I was-was looking to have lunch with you,” he says softly holding a small tray and bottle. “You sounded wonderful by the way.”

“Oh—” you are flustered. “thank you, and thank my school choir director.”

He laughs softly.

“Yep, that was me, in the red plaid skirt, white blouse and red cardigan with loafers,” you joke. “WAY before Brittney Spears made it cool?”

He laughs outright, shaking his head at you. “Mind some company?”

“No!” you say quickly. “No, it’s a big floor. I’m not stingy.”

As you finish eating you exchange school tales and adventures, both good and bad.

He chuckles, sitting next to you and joins you. “You love that song.”

You shrug taking one of your earphones out and put it in his ear. “The instrumental.”

You pause. “I don’t know, it just touches my heart.” You try to put it into words and shake your head laughing. “You probably think I’m silly.”

“No, on the contrary,” he says softly. “You are a writer, therefore a dreamer of sorts. You find inspiration everywhere.”

“Like you?”

“Me?”

“Well, you act out other people’s imaginings and other people’s stories,” you smile at him. “that makes you a dreamer of sorts.”

He chuckles. “You might have a point.”

“You get scripts that inspire you, or read a character who does—”

“Or you are inspired by the one who writes it.”

You turn to him and he is already kissing you. Your body melts into the kiss and you both lean to intensify and lengthen the lip lock.

Suddenly you hear a throat clear itself.

You both turn to see Colin standing there with a huge smile he  is fighting to keep off his face.

“Makeup wants to freshen you up after lunch,” Colin nods to Henry. “and Cindy has a list of stuff for you. Did you get it?”

You hear your tablet ding. “Yes, I tihnk so.”

He claps his hands. “Great—well, ten minutes!”

You look at each other. So much for keeping things quiet. You feel worried.

“No worries,” he assures, touching your cheek. “We’re all professional here.”

“Like Gracie.”

“She won’t be a problem.”

You look up at him. “What did you do?”

He kisses your forehead. “She won’t be....a problem.” He rises and pulls you up. “Thanks for lunch.” He bends to pick up his garbage.

“I’ve got it, you go on ahead,” you tell him. 

He leaves and you watch after him. Something about the look in his eyes today was so soft and different...but no, you refuse to imagine, not this time. You can’t afford to dream...

Well, not just yet.

Thanks for letting me share a song that touches my heart deeply. HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND! Be sure to let me know if you want to be tagged.

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[friendofhayley]

In the midst of chaos, it’s healthy to sometimes soothe ourselves with fiction so thank you, fic writers, for providing us with a safe space. Anyway here’s a list of the best fics I read this month. This rec includes 18 fics from Game of Thrones, One Direction, Teen Wolf, and The Witcher fandoms. The starred ones are *special*

Sanrion (Game of Thrones)

1. A Change of Fate by TheTruffalo | time travel fix-it fic - slow burn - BAMF!Sansa - all the unexpected friendships - 119k+

What would happen if Sansa Stark travelled back in time to the beginning of Game of Thrones? How would she change the future? With her knowledge of the future, marriage to Tyrion Lannister, allegiances to the Targarian Dynasty and lets not forget her tutelage under the notorious Lord Baelish, what will she change? She is not a Little Bird this time, no, now she is a wolf. This time she will come out on top. The question is, who will she bring with her and who will be the collateral? It is all in the days work when playing the Game of Thrones; and she has learned from the best.

2. *The North Remembers* (series) by K_R_Closson, tasalmalin | BAMF!Sansa - the revenge tastes so sweet - time travel fix-it fic - more action than romance - 3 parts

When Sansa and Theon flee Winterfell, they encounter someone who can give Sansa a chance to start over. Sansa has to determine what she can change and what she has to accept to get a future she wants.

Larry (One Direction)

3. haunted by the ghost of you by @missandrogyny | real estate agent Louis - angst and fluff - memory loss - enemies to friends to lovers - 49k

“Hi,” the boy—the ghost—says to Louis. His face shifts; somehow his dimples dig deeper into his cheeks. His eyes flit from Louis, to Niall, to Liam, and finally to Zayn, and his face goes from shocked to elated. “I’m Harry.”

At in that exact moment, standing between three of his best friends and staring at a (quite handsome) ghost, Louis can only think one thing.

Nick Grimshaw was right.

4. I’ve Been Hoping You’d Be Somewhere Better Than This by @runaway-train-works | enemies to lovers - rough sex - unrequited love - Louis is such a bottom brat - 39k 

The one where Louis is up for a promotion, he just has one tiny, little problem standing in his way.

5. thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in by @absoloutenonsense | friends to lovers - heavy mutual pining - misunderstandings - fluff and angst - 52k

Harry’s alpha fraternity donates to a local thrift shop (because of Liam’s latent crush on a cute beta in his lecture). Louis’ financial situation (and confusing omega instincts) lead him to make some interesting fashion purchases. Lots of pizza, feelings, and not-really-lying.

6. *What’s It Gonna Be?* by @shesarealphony | GOD TIER FIC - based on this music video - there are lesbians!! - gay found family !! - 35k

Louis and Bebe, best friends since childhood, have crushes on two of the most popular kids in school, and in an attempt to increase their respective chances, Louis befriends Harry Styles, quarterback of the football team, while Bebe befriends Clare Uchima, head cheerleader. Only… the plan… doesn’t go exactly as planned.

Zouis (One Direction) 

7. Gravity Always Wins by @writeivywrite | canon - friends to lovers - ot5 - misunderstandings - 17k

The truth is: if they weren’t in a band together, Zayn wouldn’t be friends with someone like Louis.

8. keep you like an oath by @ohnokonecny | strangers to lovers - Louis is a force of nature - American AU - fake relationship - 18k

Zayn doesn’t recognize the man through the peephole, but he looks harmless enough, so Zayn swings the door open, barely able to get out a greeting before,

“Hello, would you be interested in being my boyfriend?” The stranger asks.

“Uh,” Zayn mumbles, looking between the man and the space behind him, waiting for someone to jump out at him and tell him what’s going on. No one does. And the stranger is still grinning at him, blue eyes shining and teeth on full display as he waits. “Who are you?” Zayn finally asks, when the stranger makes no move to give him more information about what’s happening.

Sterek (Teen Wolf)

9. hope is the thing with feathers by @shanastoryteller | author wrote Survival is a Talent and you can tell because it’s amazing - first of a series - BAMF!Stiles - alive Hale family - 28k

Then he’s facing a burning home, and he wraps the hood of his sweatshirt around his mouth before he pushes the door open and steps inside. There’s Mr. Hale asleep - he hopes asleep - on the couch, next to - Stiles thinks that’s his brother but there are so many Hales, who can keep track. He rushes over and starts shaking him, can see the rise and fall of the man’s chest so he knows he’s alive, but he’s not waking up.

He shoves away his hood so he can shout, “Mr. Hale! You have to get up, there’s a fire! Mr. Hale, get up!” Nothing, he’s not even twitching, both of them taking in deep even breaths like they’re having the most peaceful of rests, and Stiles is going to cry. “Wake up, wake up, wake up!”

There’s a moment, where all Stiles can hear is the blood rushing in his ears and not the roar of the flames or the creak of wood, then with a violent, silent pop it’s all back and both of the men are gasping awake, eyes open and jumping to their feet.

10. Every stumble and each misfire by @everchanginginks | future fic - deputy Siles - BAMF!Stiles - soft Derek - 14k

Stiles hasn’t seen or heard from Derek in ten years. It’s a bit of a surprise to find out about Derek’s return to Beacon Hills through Tinder.

11. Hide Of A Life War by @etharei | BAMF!Stiles - Sheriff finds out - suspense - found family - 26k

The one in which Stiles has lived to (legal) adulthood and, along the way, become a bit of a badass himself.

12. Pale Skin and Fragile Bone by fakinbrilliance | BAMF!Stiles - mates - don’t underestimate the Hale pack - found family - 62k

Stiles asks Derek to teach him self-defense.

13. *Sweet Buns* by @pantstomatch | omega Stiles - misunderstandings - pining - Derek is bad at feelings - 17k

Stiles hasn’t seen Derek Hale this close up for over a decade. He looks almost exactly the same, except somehow he seems even bigger and broodier—criminally handsome, with soft-looking dark scruff, heavy brows, light hazel eyes. His gaze zeros in on Stiles almost immediately, and his scowl lightens minutely in what looks like surprise.

Stiles is acutely aware that he has melted butter and cinnamon all over his face, and tries to surreptitiously wipe it with the ends of his sweater-sleeve.

14. The Seven Lives of Stiles Stilinski by @glorious-spoon | angst with a happy ending - pining - time travel - hurt/comfort - 25k

Stiles disturbs an abandoned temple and catches the attention of a goddess of time and fate. When he starts time-traveling involuntarily through the past, he’s not sure if she means it as a curse or a lesson–but no matter when he travels to, he always seems to end up at Derek’s side.

7. *I know that you love me, even when I lose my head* by LunaCapisLupus_22 | amnesia - internalized homophobia - omega Stiles - BAMF!Stiles - 135k

“We’re not mates, Cora,” he insists. “I mean look at him-“

“Ouch,” the kid says, no longer pushing that shit eating grin.

“He’s- he’s,” Derek tries, at a loss of how to explain why this can’t be possible. Why it shouldn’t be possible.

15. Daybreak by TheObsidianQuill | SO much angst with a happy ending - slow burn - BAMF!Stiles - PTSD - 70k

The pack was gone. He had nothing left. He had no one. With nothing to lose, Stiles puts everything on the line to go back in time to try to prevent the future from becoming his past. Broken, guarded, and haunted by his past, only one overgrown-pup of a wolf seems able to get past his defenses. Changing the future? Easy. Finding a place for himself in the Hale Pack? Impossible.

16. *Not Your Disney Romance* by Rawren (Deshonanana) | THIS IS SO GOOD - the perfect mix of crack and angst - disabled Stiles - mind control - 42k

After a long-forgotten agreement of an arranged marriage between Derek and the daughter of another pack’s alpha resurfaces, Stiles takes it upon himself to become the most amazing fake fiancé that a clueless, desperate alpha werewolf could wish for.

Geraskier (The Witcher)

17. Landfall by round_robin | merman Jaskier - soft Geralt - future fic - trust porn - 10k

Geralt spotted Jaskier’s blue breeches neatly folded in the sand by the rock, his boots next to them, doublet unbuttoned and blowing in the wind. Those too blue eyes looked even brighter next to the sea and his heart skipped a beat. “Jaskier,” he sighed. He didn’t know what else to say.

While relief flooded Geralt—Jaskier was alive and well, no evil befell him after Geralt stupidly pushed him away—Jaskier didn’t seem to share his feelings. His lips turned down, shoulders slumped. Finally, he said, “Are you here to kill me?”

18. ‘My Own’ by @valleyofwitcher | creature Jaskier - found family - Kaer Morhen - they’re soft for each other -  43k

Jaskier has been hiding his draconic ‘heritage’ for as long as he could remember. And travelling with Geralt and Ciri, it didn’t seem to be an issue. That is until a notice comes up about hunting dragons.

All of a sudden, everything is thrown into disarray as he has to face feelings and impulses he had been suppressing for years, nothing seems safe anymore. Geralt tries to fix it.

#fic rec #monthly reads #multifandom #sterek #larry #larrie hijinks #the witcher #sanrion #game of thrones #zouis

[yocalio]

Would you prefer if we didn't get Yennefer's back story in the show and instead we would get some hints or flashbacks from Geralt's perspective until we got an episode of the last wish and then the rest of her past we'd learn it gradually through flashbacks from her pov in the upcoming seasons?

Yes, I'd much prefer that over what we got. They could've followed the same time line as the short stories and then woven in her back story in later episodes/seasons. I think that would've been a much more unfolding of Yen as a character. They should've went with geting the foundation of Geralt and Yennefer's relationship cemented first before they decided to delve into their back stories separately. That gloriously backfired in my eyes as they failed to make them even nearly as compelling as their book counterparts. It's easy for me to sit back and arm chair quarterback but I still think the show did a major disservice to their relationship and it's significance to the story.

#ask #the witcher netflix

[sailorspencer]

Okay more country au geralt nd eskel definitely played football in hs obviously their school was home of the wolves lmao. Geralt was quarterback while eskel was the left tackle nd always protected geralt. They never wanted to go pro but they were still pretty good it's just the rodeo was what they wanted to do more. Lambert did baseball instead when he got to hs bc he didn't want to just be geralt nd eskel's little brother nd he was a great pitcher. Baseball was his thing nd it was definitely the way he met aiden the third basemen for the cats nd coen the the right outfielder for the griffins lmao there were lots of post game flirting (lambert was definitely the first wolf to start dating lmao the others totally ramped up their big brother bullying once they found out both of them were actually real lmao)

#the potato speaks #this is just turning into my perfect modern au isn't it #country au

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

Baby Blue Eyes

(I wanted to write something cute cause I’m sleepy-ish and I Desire Soft Things. 80′s high school au, quarterback!Geralt and prep!Jaskier)

tw: alcohol mention, underage drinking (don’t do it kids) 

Baby Blue Eyes - A Rocket to the Moon

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Geralt sighs and and stares up at his bedroom ceiling; he can’t get his stupidly cute new neighbor out of his head. 

The Pankratz family (which consists of two parents, a sixteen year old boy, and a senile grandmother) had moved in next door yesterday and the boy had decided to choose the room directly across from Geralt’s as his own. Not the slightly larger room at the back of the house across from Lambert’s (which Geralt learned he’d kindly given to his grandmother). Not the carpeted one downstairs across from Eskel’s (whenever Eskel was home from college). 

No, he’d gone for the one closest to Geralt’s. Of course.

Not that the boy had known it was so close to his when choosing, of course. The quarterback couldn’t blame the underclassman completely. It’s not like Julian, who had glared his Mom down for introducing him by his lame name and corrected her with ‘Jaskier’, knew that Geralt was bisexual as fuck.

It’s not like Jaskier knew that Geralt had developed an instantaneous and irrational crush on him. 

Geralt sighs again and rolls onto his side, looking out through the crack in his curtains and into Jaskier’s equally dark bedroom. He closes his eyes and prays for sleep to take him sooner rather than later.

---

“Geralt!” 

He shouldn’t be here. He’s too young for parties like this. Fuck, I’m too young for parties like this and he’s practically a baby in comparison to me. Geralt pulls Jaskier free from the crowd and escorts him out onto the front porch of the house where the kegger is being held.

“You’re drunk.” 

Not an accusation, just a statement of fact. The younger man glares defiantly up at him and Geralt feels his gut fill with warmth; fuck, he’s cute. 

“I’m not drunk, dear heart, I’m tipsy,” Jaskier corrects him. One of those long, slender musician’s fingers is poking Geralt in the chest as he speaks. Then the younger man’s eyes widen and his hand flattens against the quarterback’s pectoral. Geralt flushes but Jaskier seems completely unperturbed by his own strange behavior (probably due to whatever he’s been drinking or smoking). “Wow. You’re...firm. Very strong feeling.”

“Football does that.”

“Oh right. You’re the team captain.”

“Mhm.”

Jaskier looks up at him with wide, baby blue eyes and gives him a dopey grin. Geralt’s heart pounds a little faster in his chest and he tries not to let his feelings show on his face. The younger man speaks again, slurring his words slightly as he does; “Wow, Geralt, I can’t believe I haven’t told you you’re so pretty, yet. I think about it all the time, you know. How pretty you are. White hair, honey-colored eyes, such broad and heroic shoulders...fuck me, you’re hot.”

“Let’s get you some water and get you home, yeah? I don’t want you throwing up on Casey Slaterman’s front porch tonight, Jask.”

Jaskier looks around the slowly dying party and nods, “Yeah, good idea.”

Geralt drives them both home and forces the underclassman to drink two full bottles of water. Enough to keep him from getting hungover, at least. The football player shoves his neighbor through his bedroom window and climbs in after him without waking up his parents, by some miracle. He lifts Jaskier into bed and covers him up with his Superman sheets, smirking to himself about his crush’s taste in comic characters. I guess Superman isn’t the least dynamic member of the DC pantheon...

If Geralt presses a gentle kiss to Jaskier’s sweaty forehead before climbing out the window and disappearing back into his own adjacent bedroom then nobody has to know. 

---

He can hear Jaskier crying as soon as he opens his bedroom window after coming home from practice. The usually cheerful brunette is sitting on the eave of his roof all alone. His arms are wrapped around the tops of his knees, pulling them tightly to his chest; his head is buried in those crossed arms. His shoulders are shaking with the force of his sobs and hiccups even as he tries to smother them. 

“Jask,” the older boy calls softly. “Are you okay? I mean, clearly you’re not, but do you want to talk about it?”

Those blue eyes snap in his direction, obviously startled by his sudden appearance. 

“Sorry,” the boy apologizes, “You usually stay later after practice on Fridays. I didn’t think anyone would hear me. I can go inside if I’m bothering you.”

"You’re not bothering me at all,” Geralt says quietly. Softly. “Do you need some moral support? I’m the team captain, after all; it’s kind of my job to offer moral support.” 

“Yeah, that’d be nice.”

“What do you need me to do?” 

Jaskier can see, even from this distance, that the older boy is being completely sincere. He sniffles and shrugs. “Wanna come over?”

“Sure.”

Jaskier’s heart leaps in his chest as he watches his handsome neighbor (and secret crush of nearly three months) gracefully descend from his own bedroom window and climb his way onto Jaskier’s roof. He seats himself nervously beside the sophomore and rests his hands behind him in order to lean comfortably back. 

“What’s bothering you?” Geralt asks, “Do you need me to beat someone up?”

“No,” Jaskier says, a small smile breaking through the tears. “But thank you for offering. You’d make a lovely knight in shining armor.”

“I’m no prince,” Geralt scoffs. Jaskier shrugs and seems to disappear even further into the neckline of his hoodie. He’s nervous, Geralt can tell. 

“Here,” Geralt tuts. He pulls the sleeve of his navy blue flannel down over his hand, out from beneath the sleeve of his jacket, and uses it to wipe away his neighbor’s tears. The younger boy’s cheeks are damp and flushed pink; he looks so incredibly sweet and vulnerable in this moment. Geralt is afraid to ruin it by saying something stupid so he just mutters, “You’re too nice to be crying so hard.”

“Thanks.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“It’s stupid,” Jaskier argues. “Not worth talking about. I shouldn’t have even asked you to come over here. I know practices are hard and that you’re probably exhausted and just want to go to bed and I know that I’m just your neighbor and everything but tha-”

Geralt cuts him off by leaning over and pressing their lips together. Jaskier’s eyes go wide and round and his body stiffens but he doesn’t pull away. Geralt does, quickly. “Sorry!”

“Huh?” The sophomore is dazed. 

“I’m so sorry. I should have asked first but you just seemed so scared and you look so sweet with your hoodie like that and I-”

Now it’s Jaskier’s turn to interrupt him with a kiss. When they part this time they both chuckle softly. “So, I guess that answers a few of my questions.”

“Yeah,” Geralt nods. “Mine, too.”

Geralt wraps his Letterman's jacket around Jaskier’s shoulders when the younger boy starts to shiver in the chilly night air of early autumn and pretends not to see the surreptitious sniff Jaskier gives it. “Thanks.”

“Will you be at the game tomorrow?” Geralt asks, suddenly self-conscious. Jaskier puts his arms through the sleeves of the jacket and leans against Geralt’s side. The older boy puts a tentative arm around him and Jaskier scoots closer to make the message clear: Yes, like that. 

“Of course,” Jaskier nods. Geralt can’t help but lean up off of one hand. He uses it to push a stray lock of brown hair from the younger boy’s forehead. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world. I think my boyfriend is playing.”

“Is that what we are now, boyfriends?” Geralt asks.

Jaskier bites his lip oh-so-cutely and shrugs again, “Maybe. If you want.”

Geralt stares deeply into those baby blue eyes and smiles widely. “Yeah. I want.”

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For the 80s verse, what if when Geralt and Jaskier are out on a date or hanging out after a football game, they run into a kid who was not nice to Jaskier in elementary school? Jaskier throughly enjoys showing off how happy and in love he is now, with a QB no less, and Geralt is more than happy to help Jaskier 😊

“Ugh it’s Valdo Marx,” Jaskier groans from beside Geralt. They’re half-way between Kaedwen Academy’s practice field and Leone’s Old Fashioned Ice Cream Shoppe, swinging their joined hands between them. Well, Jaskier is swinging their hands and Geralt is letting it happen with a peaceful smile on his face.

“Who?”

“Just some guy I know. He’s right there, just down the street in the teal sweater. He was a real dick to me in middle school and his face...irks me. I’d just rather not see him or hear his voice ever again, you know?”

“Wanna make him so jealous that he turns that weird shade of purple you keep trying to describe to me?”

“It’s somewhere between Eggplant and violet Geralt and I will find it again. I swear to gods!”

Geralt grins down at his adorable best friend lopsidedly and pauses to crouch down. He makes sure to project his voice when he says, “Hop on, babe.”

“Aww, thanks,” Jaskier beams. Valdo is definitely looking at them now and he’s definitely recognized Jaskier. His face pulls into a sneer and it looks like he’s about to call out a rude comment before Geralt speaks up again.

“I’m thinking we should split a sundae but you could definitely talk me into a rootbeer float with two straws.”

“Oh hell no,” Jaskier laughs, tugging his boyfriend’s bobbing snow-white ponytail playfully. “You promised me a soft serve vanilla ice cream with, and I quote, as many sprinkles as they can legally give me without getting fired.”

“You’re right, I did,” the quarterback grins. He doesn’t have any problem being this obnoxiously affectionate in public with Jaskier normally, but today he’s being a little extra loud and a little extra sweet and perhaps he’s even flexing a little extra hard where his arms are supporting Jaskier’s legs. Not only because he wants his lovely and endlessly caring boyfriend to feel appreciated and validated, but because he’s territorial as fuck and he wants Valdo to know exactly who has Jaskier’s back now. “My apologies, babe.”

“I am a merciful god and your transgression is hereby forgiven,” the sophomore decides. He giggles at his own antics and nuzzles softly into the side of his noble steed’s sweaty neck. Geralt barks out a laugh at the tickling sensation Jaskier’s hair creates and yanks his head away, almost stumbling when their combined weights shift. Jaskier squeaks but Geralt catches his footing easily. The younger boy’s grip on on his shoulders loosens a bit, back to normal. “Careful, hot stuff. I almost died!”

Valdo passes them the side walk and says nothing.

Jaskier keeps talking, his old rival long forgotten in the wake of Geralt’s attentions. The quarterback, however, glares the other boy down as they make eye contact. He flares his nostrils menacingly, the way Eskel taught him to, and lets the message pass between them: Don’t even think about it. Valdo seems to get the message, staying silent and scurrying along his way after he’s out of hearing range.

Geralt asks the ice cream girl to give Jaskier an extra scoop of sprinkles anyway.

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Happiness headcannon bc you deserve all the goodness: 80's AU Geralt gives Jaskier piggyback rides everywhere they can. Jask loves feeling his strong quarterback's shoulders and Geralt loves the jokes and naughty things Jask whispers in his ear 💖

(You’re an absolute queen and I’m so glad we share a Braincell because this is EXACTLY what I needed today)

Just What I Needed - The Cars

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Geralt bent slightly at the knees and smiled over his shoulder at Jaskier. “Hop up.”

“But Geralt,” the underclassman protested, “Everyone will see. The game just ended.”

“So what if they see?” Geralt asked. “My legs are going to cramp if keep standing like this; just get up here already.”

Jaskier blushed Geralt’s favorite shade of pink and did as he was told, clambering up his boyfriend’s broad back and wrapping his arms around the quarterback’s neck loosely. He loved that Geralt carried him piggyback all the time but this was the first time he’d done it so publicly.

He still had his football uniform on, minus the shoulder pads, and the white-haired quarterback was sweaty. Jaskier didn’t give a fuck. He nuzzled into the side of his boyfriend’s neck and Geralt chuckled at the tickling sensation. “Careful or I’ll drop you.”

“You never drop me,” Jaskier replied easily. “You’re too strong.”

Geralt dropped his arms from beneath the younger boy’s thighs for a second and Jaskier’s arms tightened around his neck. The bright, giddy squeal the brunette released on instinct only made Geralt laugh harder.

From a few feet away Geralt could hear one of the junior girls bitching. “It’s not fair.”

Her friend nodded. “I’ve heard that they live next door to each other. Can you even imagine living next door to Geralt? I’d be spending every night in his bed, no questions asked.”

Geralt’s eyes widened. He got hit on plenty enough but hearing it put like that was...weird. Jaskier heard the girls complaining too, it seemed, because he leaned forward and ghosted his lips against the shell of Geralt’s ear as he whispered, “Would you like that, babe? If I spent the night at your house more often?”

Geralt’s hands tightened against the bottom of his boyfriend’s thighs and Jaskier giggled cutely. “Well duh.”

“Alright, then, team captain. Leave your window unlocked tonight and see what happens.”

Geralt’s hands tightened again and he shook his head slightly. His ponytail brushed against Jaskier’s forehead and the underclassman laughed brightly, highly amused. “I love you, dumbass.”

“I love you, too,” Geralt replied easily. He hiked the smaller boy further up his back and beamed when Jaskier pressed several slow, possessive kisses down the side of the quarterback’s neck. 

Right in front of everyone.

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The 80s au prompt! Maybe a new transfer student tries to bully Jaskier, thinking he's the bottom of the social ladder? And the football team sets them straight? Or maybe they try to flirt with one of the boys despite being warned away? I just love this verse so damn much! ♥️

(I do love me a jealous Geralt tbh)

tw: panic attack, soft geralt, protective geralt, itty bitty anxiety committee jaskier, Letterman’s jacket

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Geralt glanced around the cafeteria but Jaskier was nowhere to be seen. Kevin tapped his shoulder and set his tray down at their usual table, “Your boyfriend got volunteered to show some new kid around. I’m sure he’s just a few minutes late.”

“Oh.”

As if on cue, a bright laugh could be heard approaching from the distance. Jaskier and a slightly taller boy were walking shoulder-to-shoulder, laughing and talking as they made their way towards the gathering football team. As they approached Geralt heard Jaskier say, “The one with the long white hair is my boyfriend.”

The stranger looked Geralt up and down out of the corner of his eye. “Would you mind if I sat with you guys today while I catch my bearings?”

“I’m sure that would be fine.”

They finally reached the table. Jaskier plopped himself into his reserved seat at the quarterback’s side and gestured to an empty chair nearby. “Guys, this is Max. Max, this is Geralt, Kevin, Dave, Mark, Steven, Reggie, and Charlie.”

“Nice to meet you all,” the new kid waved. “I’m Max. Juli-uh..Jaskier has been showing me around.”

“You’ll get used to the nickname,” Jaskier smiled pleasantly. “Max is from Aedirn.”

“Welcome to Kaedwen,” Geralt offered. “Glad you could join us!”

“Glad to be here!” Max replied. A pair of golden eyes narrowed slightly in his direction. Geralt didn’t like the way Max seemed to lean towards Jaskier every time the brunette spoke, or how he looked to Jaskier for approval when he made teasing remarks. He definitely didn’t like the way Max’s hand rested on Jaskier’s arm or shoulder whenever he agreed with him. 

Geralt was...jealous.

---

“If that Max kid doesn’t stop touching Jaskier every time they hang out together, Geralt might just pop a blood vessel,” Kevin laughed, adjusting the weights on his machine. He, Dave, and Mark were all working one end of the weight room while Geralt was on the other, bench pressing nearly fifteen pounds more than his boyfriend’s body weight.

“Do you want to warn the little bastard or should I?” Mark asked.

“I got it,” Kevin waved him off. “I’ll save his ass from getting kicked.”

---

Kevin didn’t have time to warn him, unfortunately, because Max was an entire fucking fool. 

Jaskier had been waiting outside the locker room for Geralt and his teammates to finishing showering up after their workout when Max appeared from seemingly nowhere. The new kid claimed that he’d gotten lost and quickly resumed their conversation from lunch, touching their shoulders together insistently as he tried to convince Jaskier to flirt back. “So you said you like Duran Duran earlier, right? I have their latest record if you wanna come over some time and listen. My system is amazing; I saved up all summer to get new stereo speakers.”

“That’s cool but-”

“You’ll dig it, I promise. We can even smoke a joint or two if you’re into the weed scene; my dad is totally cool with that kind of shit.”

“I appreciate it, Max, and I’d love to hang out sometime but-”

“You’re just...” Max leaned down towards Jaskier. The smaller sophomore was boxed in against the wall, his heart picking up speed in his chest as he began to panic. His next set of refusals got stuck in his throat and he prayed for his boyfriend to come to his rescue. “You’re really just too cute for your own good, Julian.”

“Did you miss the part at lunch where he said I was his boyfriend?” Geralt asked. He’d exited the locker room just in time to see the panic start to spread across Jaskier’s face. The redness creeping up from his boyfriend’s collar to stain his cheeks wasn’t from flattery; Jaskier was legitimately frightened of the the other, larger sophomore. 

Jaskier fell gratefully against Geralt’s side and let the quarterback wrap a large, white-leather Letterman’s jacket around his shoulders possessively. “Better, babe?”

Jaskier buried his nose in the collar and breathed deeply, willing his heartbeat to slow back to normal. Geralt turned to face him. He ran a comforting hand through Jaskier’s soft, brunette hair and cupped his face, rubbing his thumb across the younger boy’s blood-warm cheekbone.”Are you going to be okay? Do you need a minute to breathe?”

Jaskier nodded and Max’s eyebrows furrowed. “What’s wrong with him?”

“You gave him a panic attack, you useless fuck,” Dave explained from behind him. Max whirled around. The rest of the Kaedwen Academy Wolves were standing in a group, arms crossed over their chests, their expressions a matching set of grim disappointment. “If Jaskier had hyperventilated and passed out, would you have carried him off to the back of your shitty car?”

“I-uh-I-”

“You’d better get going,” Geralt urged. “Wolves are very territorial creatures.”

“I’m sorry, guys, really. I didn’t mean-”

“It doesn’t matter what you meant,” Geralt growled. Jaskier ducked his head beneath Gearlt’s chin and let the older boy’s hands run up and down his back. The strokes were firm, soothing, and endlessly tender. He felt better already. “What matters is that you scared my boyfriend.”

Max fucked up again, of course. “And the whole football team would get suspended in order to protect this one twink?”

Mark cracked his knuckles automatically. Nobody talked shit about Jaskier like that. Not unless they wanted to enter a world of pain; but Geralt shook his head. “This one isn’t worth it, guys. We have a big game this weekend and I need all of you present on the field.”

“Yes, Captain.”

“But know this,” the white-haired giant turned to Max. His honey-gold eyes blazed with a fury that not even Geralt’s teammates had ever seen before. Dave, one of his closest friends in all the world, took a nervous step back on instinct. Geralt’s voice was low and dangerous as he continued, “If you ever so much as breathe on my boyfriend without his express verbal consent again, you will never know peace. You should know that I will get you back somehow. You won’t know when and you won’t know how, but you’ll get what’s coming to you if you. So I’d better not hear your name come out of his mouth again unless it’s to tell me that you were being a perfect gentleman. Understood?”

Max nodded and disappeared in a flash.

---

“Thanks for helping me out with that creep today,” Jaskier sighed, snuggling closer into Geralt’s side. They were tucked into Jaskier’s bed, with the sophomore’s hand splayed across his boyfriend’s abdomen. Geralt’s hair was haloed across the pillowcase in a spray of silver and Jaskier thought he looked angelic. “You’re beautiful, you know that? You’re my white knight.”

“Does that make you the princess?”

“You know what, I was wrong. You’re actually the dragon. This is the tower and you are the dragon.” Jaskier threw the back of his hand up against his forehead and whispered dramatically, “Oh save me! Somebody save me!”

Geralt pressed several quick kisses against his boyfriend’s temple and cheek, chuckling. “Goober.”

“Mhm. Your Goober.”

“That’s right,” Geralt nodded, tightening his arms around the smaller boy. “Mine.”

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The football team carrying Jaskier around like a koala is adorable! Also it made me think of my old cheer coach who would make us do conditioning while carrying one of our teammates on our backs, which naturally made me wonder if Jaskier ever decides to “help” the team work out in similar ways? (Now I cant get the image of Geralt bench pressing theater-twink!Jaskier our of my head)

“Just go sit on his back,” Kevin urges, shoving Jaskier playfully into the Kaedwen Academy weight training room. “It’ll be funny.”

“I’ll snap him in half! I may look delicate and petite - don’t roll your eyes at me, Mark, I can see you - but I am not a tiny boy. I could hurt him!”

“He’ll be fine,” Steven asserts. “Don’t you wanna know what his back muscles look like up close while he’s working out.”

“That’s not fair,” Jaskier mutters. He starts off in Geralt’s general direction and hears the quiet, hushed laughs of the team behind him. Dorks. The whole lot of them are just big, beefy dorks. “Hey, Geralt. Your teammates said I should come over here and sit on your back while you do push ups.”

“They didn’t tell you to warn me about it, either, judging by the disappointed looks on their faces.”

“Correct.”

“Alright, hop on.”

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“It’s not fair,” a junior girl sighs to her friend as they stand outside the weight room. They’ve been watching the team work out through the window for a minute or two and the sophomore’s antics have drawn their attention. 

Jaskier is sitting cross-legged on Geralt’s back, tracing the lines of his muscles as he slowly dips downward and back up. Every once and awhile he’ll lean down and press a kiss against the back of the quarterback’s shoulder-blade. Geralt’s pace always picks back up after that.

Her compatriot sighs and nods. “It’s almost grossly adorable.”

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"I'm proud of you." :3c

“I got a football scholarship,” Geralt said, handing the folded letter to his boyfriend to read. Jaskier’s eyes went wide and round and his mouth formed a cute pink ‘o’ as he scanned the words on the page. 

“A full ride? For the veterinary program? Geralt that’s...that’s AMAZING! I’m so proud of you, babe!”

“Thanks,” the quarterback blushed, wrapping his arms around Jaskier’s slim waist to tug him close. “Congratulatory kiss?”

“Several, in fact,” the sophomore beamed, pressing his lips to Geralt’s firmly. “If I have anything to say about it. And a large deep dish pepperoni and black olive pizza on me!”

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