#AND IT ENDS WITH JASK'S NEW LOVE SONG BEING ABOUT LOVE IN A COFFEE SHOP

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

lip synch your way into my heart pt. 3

Part One // Part Two

(listen, I’m not holding pt. 4 hostage or anything, but please leave me some comments or fun tags on this one? that’d be really cool of you)

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Jaskier wraps his hands tightly around the warm paper cup he’s clutching between them and feels his face go hot yet again. Geralt thinks the younger man’s blush the cutest thing he’s ever fucking seen, so he’s continued to shower Jaskier in compliments to turn him pink over and over. At last Jaskier works up the courage to ask: “So how’d you manage to get so popular, anyway? What’s the secret to becoming an influencer?” 

“Looks, probably,” Geralt shrugs. He takes a sip of his cappuccino and makes steady, gentle eye contact with Jaskier. “I started making Tik Oks with my friend Yennefer as a kind of goofy joke but then I just sort of...gained a following? She always tells me it’s because of my cool hair and, uh, rockin’ bod.” 

“Ah, you’re accidentally famous,” Jaskier smiles against the rim of his cider. It’s early fall and Jaskier lives for warm cider; he drinks it at every available opportunity. Warm and sweet? Those are two of the best adjectives in the world! And, he’s learning, they also apply to Mr. White Hair himself. 

“What’re you studying?” Geralt asks. Jaskier hears the honest curiosity behind the words and marvels again that this Adonis of a man has deigned to give him the time of day, much less take him to a bougie coffee shop and pay for both of their drinks and croissants.

“I’m nearly finished with a degree in Music Theory right now, with a minor in applied psychology.”

“Can you even get a minor in applied psych?” Geralt laughs. “It took me forever to get a minor in monstrosity-based biomed added to the college roster. Although technically I have a bachelor’s in applied veterinary studies, I really wanted to go into monster research and work with the big boys in the field. Like kikimoras and maybe even some griffins. An archgriffin if I’m lucky enough to get accepted to the breeding and rehabilitation program at the University of Aedirn.”

Jaskier’s expression is screaming shock and awe and it fills Geralt with pride. Or it does, until Jaskier asks: “You have a degree?”

Geralt purses his lips and takes another slow sip of coffee. “Should I...not?”

“No, it’s just that I-” Jaskier cuts himself off by biting his lip. Geralt’s amber eyes lock onto the spot where Jaskier’s teeth have the gentle pink skin held captive and he swallows audibly. Jaskier, still worried that he’s somehow offended the influencer, is blissfully unaware of what he’s doing to Geralt. “You’ve got to be making some kind of money off this whole thing, so I didn’t think you’d need a degree. It was silly of me to assume you didn’t and I’m sorry for putting my whole foot directly in my mouth so early on in our date.”

“It’s fine, Jask. It’s not like you already know my personal history or anything; actually I was almost finished with school when the likes and follows really started pouring in.”

“That’s...cool?”

“Yeah, it’s been interesting,” Geralt chuckles. “I’ve been chased down for selfies a handful of times now and it’s really uncomfortable. How am I supposed to just live my day to day life when every other intern at my research facility wants a selfie for their Tumblr or whatever?”

“Wow. I’m glad I’m not internet famous.”

“Not yet.”

“Huh?” Jaskier asks, glancing up from his drink again. 

“Oh I just…” Geralt trails off into thoughtful silence, a habit that Jaskier has very quickly picked up on, and taps his fingers against the table for a moment. “I wondered if you’d want to go on another date?”

“I’d love to!” Jaskier answers a little too quickly. Then his eyebrows furrow in confusion, “What does our second date have to do with not being famous yet, Geralt?” 

“If we end up getting more serious,” the influencer mutters, barely audible, “I thought it might be cool to make some videos together. Or something. You totally don’t have to do that if you don’t want to, though.”

Jaskier’s pretty blue eyes go wide and shocked and terrified. Geralt’s heart drops into his shoes before he hears the whispered, “But why me?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean...why me? There are prettier, smarter, more creative boys out there. And girls, I guess. They could get you way more likes and views than I ever could.”

Geralt's hand darts out before he can stop it, grasping onto Jaskier’s wrist gently but firmly. The younger boy could break his hold easily with one slight movement to the side, but he doesn’t. Not yet. He wants to hear what Geralt has to say. “You’re not a prop, Jaskier. I didn’t ask you out in the dumbest, most elaborate way I could think of just because I wanted more views. I didn’t spend two hours browsing through every one of your comments until I found ‘this one is my favorite’, so I could re-create it just for you. I did those things because I just...like you?”

Jaskier goes totally red this time and Geralt is elated. Then the younger man giggles nervously and makes eye contact again, “I have the right kind of vibe?”

“Yeah,” Geralt smiles. The tension that had gathered in the air between t hem dissipates, “You have exactly the kind of vibes I’ve been looking for. We’re vibemates.”

“Oh my god they were vibemates,” Jaskier jokes and they both laugh. 

“So, what’s your favorite color?” Geralt asks, and the conversation really takes off from there.

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Geralt drives Jaskier home a little after midnight and walks him to the front door of his apartment. “I don’t think I’m ready for a goodnight kiss yet,” the brunette admits. Geralt takes one of his hands instead, brushing his lips against the back of Jaskier’s knuckles with a quiet sort of reverence. Jaskier’s eyes stay locked with the influencer’s until his hand is gently returned to his side and the older man winks. 

“See you soon?”

“Yeah. Text me whenever.”

“Cool. Goodnight, Jaskier.”

“Goodnight, Geralt. Please drive safe, and let me know when you get home?”

Geralt’s heart launches into his throat and his chest floods with happy warmth. Jaskier cares. “I will.”

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On the relatively short drive home, Geralt thanks every deity imaginable for closing the more convenient Party City near his house for good; otherwise he’d have never met the man he hopes to make his boyfriend.

He thinks about his next Tik Tok; it’s got to be perfect. It has to be a public declaration of his feelings; Jaskier had expounded upon the romance of PDA for several long minutes during their date and Geralt wasn’t afraid of showing his cute new love interest off.

“What kind of song should I use, though?” he asks the empty air. No one replies, of course, and Geralt drives the rest of the way home in silence. 

He remembers to text Jaskier goodnight and receives a heart emoji in reply.

Oh yeah, the influencer thinks to himself, I’m well and truly fucked.

#geraskier tik tok au #geraskier influencer au #witcher tik tok au #geraskier fic #geraskier story #possessive geralt #shy jaskier #gratuitous blushing #soft geralt #jaskier loves pda and cider #soft jaskier #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #modern geraskier au #modern geraskier #modern witcher au #pt 3

[jaskierswolf]

Born to Make History Pt.2/3

A Geraskier Ice Skating Fic (with Yuri on Ice Influences) - On AO3

Previous

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Geralt couldn’t seem to calm his heart and it was fucking annoying. He’d managed to watch Jaskier in secret for years, ever since Yen had become his coach. He wasn’t sure why today had been any different. He couldn’t be angry at Ciri for letting slip that they’d been to a few of Jaskier’s performances when their schedule allowed. With any luck Jaskier would assume it was for Yennefer.

But it was Jaskier.

It had always been Jaskier.

He’d first seen Jaskier skate three years ago when Yen took over as his coach. He’d popped into the rink to collect Ciri. The rink had become a neutral spot to handover without Ciri getting upset as she loved to watch the skaters, even as a baby. So he’d snuck into the end of Yennefer’s session to find the most beautiful man gliding around the ice. He was in training gear but it was still tight enough that Geralt’s could see the firm muscles of the figure skater. Geralt’s mouth had gone dry and he’d been completely entranced. There was no music in the rink but Geralt could hear it anyway as the man had glided and danced and leapt around the rink.

Until he’d seen Geralt watching him. At that point he’d tripped over his toe-picks and fallen flat on his face. Geralt had been so embarrassed that he’d grabbed the two year old in her pram and fled from the rink before the skater could regain his composure.

It happened almost every time after that. If Jaskier spotted Geralt whilst he was skating then he would trip or mess up. So Geralt tried to keep his distance. He didn’t want to be responsible for Jaskier injuring himself. He couldn’t have that on his conscience not when Jaskier clearly had a glittering career in front of him.

Except for today Jaskier hadn’t spotted him until the end of the routine and Geralt hadn’t run away. They’d had a conversation, they’d even skated together with Ciri acting as a sort of buffer between them. Geralt still kept his distance, preferring to watch as Jaskier taught his daughter the basics of figure skating.

Geralt almost wish he’d brought his old figure skates with him instead of his hockey ones. He reckoned he could still do a double toe loop maybe even a triple. He doubted that he would have as much grace as Jaskier whilst doing it though. He was built for hockey and he was out of practice. He could lift Jaskier though, the figure skater was almost as tall as him and well built but Geralt was strong enough that, if given the chance, he could definitely lift him.

Not that he’d thought about it.

Much.

And now they were getting coffee. It wasn’t a date. Geralt kept telling himself that but Jaskier’s hand was gripping his arm as he laughed at some joke he’d told that Geralt’s hadn’t heard. Ciri was holding Geralt’s other hand and chattering happily with the figure skater. Geralt was stuck between the two of them feeling like he’d walked out of one of his dreams, a dream he hadn’t even allowed himself to imagine.

“Geralt?” Jaskier’s hand squeezed his arm and he looked up to find Jaskier’s beautiful cornflower blue eyes looking at him.

“Hmm?”

“Are you alright?” Jaskier frowned and licked his lips.

God, Geralt wanted to kiss him.

He nodded. “Yeah.”

Jaskier flicked his fringe from his eyes and chewed on his lips again. It was fucking distracting. Did he even realised how much Geralt wanted him? Geralt would have to get him some lip balm to try and stop the never ending lip licking. Otherwise they would never get through a conversation without Geralt’s brain cutting out.

“How do you have your coffee?” Jaskier sang as they entered the rink’s coffee shop. Geralt noted his often sang random sentences. He recalled that Yen had said Jaskier had composed his own free skate music.

His free stake music was ridiculous but catchy. Geralt had caught himself humming it more than once during practice. The song just wriggled its way into your head a refused to leave. By the end of the first week of the figure skating season, the whole hockey team were singing it. Jaskier could have easily become a musician if he hadn’t fallen in love with skating.

“Black.” He grunted.

Jaskier made a face and wrinkled up his nose. “Oh god, really?”

Geralt chuckled. “No but that’s what people assume.”

Jaskier rolled his eyes. “That is not the question I asked. Come on, let me get you coffee, as a thank you for catching me earlier.”

“Caramel latte.” Geralt mumbled. “I need the sugar for training.”

Jaskier laughed and god even that was beautiful. “You and me both!” He strutted up to the counter to order whilst Geralt found a table with Ciri.

She sat opposite him and watched him intently, her chin resting on her hands.

“What?”

“You like him.” Ciri stated. It wasn’t even a question.

“Hmm.” He hummed nonchalantly. His daughter was perceptive but he wasn’t ready to admit it just yet, not aloud, not where Jaskier could potentially hear him. He glanced over at Jaskier who was busy flirting with the barista and Geralt’s heart sank.

Definitely not a date then.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. Why had he let his hopes get up? What would Jaskier see in him? His grey hair made him look decades older than he really was, his eyes were a weird yellow colour, nothing like Jaskier’s gorgeous cornflower blue eyes. He had less grace than a new born giraffe and little to no musicality. He was in so many ways, Jaskier’s opposite, but then again, they did say opposites attract and fuck was he attracted to Jaskier.

The object of his desire laughed at something the barista said and then he turned to face Geralt with a dazzling smile. Geralt returned the smile weakly, still feeling a little nauseous from having his crush to close to him and yet so unobtainable.

“Why don’t you tell him?” Ciri asked, her nose scrunched up as she tried to figure out why Geralt was being a coward with his feelings.

“It’s more complicated than that.” He muttered and ruffled her hair.

She shook his hand off and pouted. “Why?”

“Just is.”

“Yeah but why?”

Geralt sighed. “He won’t like me back.”

“How do you know?”

Geralt groaned. Bloody children and their endless curiosity. “I just know.”

“Know what?” Jaskier asked as he passed Geralt a large coffee cup. He put the coffee carrier down on the table and carefully handed Ciri the smaller of the two. “Careful, sweetheart, it’ll be hot.”

Ciri rolled her eyes and gripped the cup between her little hands. “Duh.” She muttered.

“So know what, Geralt?” Jaskier asked again as he bit his lip. They was chapped from too much time spent at the rink and Geralt couldn’t stop himself from staring.

“Hmm?” He replied, blinking as he vaguely registered Jaskier’s question.

“Dad said he knows that you won’t like him.” Ciri stated matter-of-factly and Geralt’s brain suddenly snapped into gear.

Shit!

Jaskier choked on his drink and Geralt almost knocked his all over the table. “I’m sorry what?!” Jaskier shrieked.

Geralt groaned and hid his face in his hands. “Ciri!”

“What?” She snapped. “He asked!”

“Go find your mother.” Geralt muttered sharply. His hands were shaking and Jaskier was just staring at him with his radiant blue eyes. “Now. Ciri.”

“But—”

“Now.” Geralt insisted and pulled out his phone to send Yennefer a quick heads up before sighing and turning towards Jaskier. “Sorry. She’s just a kid.”

“Geralt, I—”

“No, it’s fine. I understand. I’m just sorry you found out.” He cut Jaskier off before he could hear the words that would break his heart.

“No but Geralt I—”

“It’s fine, Jaskier.” Geralt reassured the skater. “I can stop coming to your performances.”

Jaskier stood up with a wave of his arms. “Geralt, would you just listen to me, you emotionally constipated himbo?!” Jaskier yelled and Geralt’s mouth snapped shut.

Fuck.

Jaskier put both hands on his hips and glared at him. “You’ve seen my routine?” Geralt nodded but didn’t say anything. “Have you worked out the story yet?”

Geralt frowned. “Eros, sexual love?” He grumbled.

Jaskier chimed a laugh. “The story of seduction, Geralt. I am the seductress trying to woo my playboy lover.”

“Playboy lover?” Geralt repeated.

Jaskier tossed his fringe from his eyes. “Famous hockey player who could have anyone he wants, formerly married to the most successful and most beautiful female skater of our generation?”

Geralt felt his cheeks heat up. “I’m no playboy.”

“No. Perhaps not, but my story was better.” Jaskier shrugged and licked his lips. His cheeks were as red as Geralt’s felt.

He furrowed his brow. “You were trying to seduce…me?”

Jaskier scratched the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly. “Well I didn’t think it would ever work. God, Geralt you are way out of my league!”

Geralt laughed. Out of Jaskier’s league. It was Jaskier who was out of Geralt’s league. The way he skated was absolutely breath taking, if he good just manage to land all of his jumps and maybe increase the difficult of his routines he would be dominating men’s skating. There wasn’t a single skater in the Grand Prix final that could out perform Jaskier. Yennefer would and had disagreed but none of the others were able to enchant Geralt the way that Jaskier could, and fuck, his Eros routine plagued Geralt’s dreams.

How many times had he dreamed about peeling off the sequinned black outfit? The skirt that flick up to reveal that little tease of blood red. Fuck. It was hot. It drove Geralt mad and the way Jaskier licked his lips at the start of routine and winked at the audience.

Out of his league.

It must be a joke. How could Geralt even begin to compete with his beauty?

“Geralt!” Jaskier whined, snapping him out of his Eros fuelled daydream. He refocussed on the real Jaskier’s face. The skater was pouting at him and it took every ounce of Geralt’s self control not to kiss him.

“You think you’re out of my league?”

Jaskier nodded and Geralt just laughed again.

“God, I’ve wanted you for years, Jask.” He admitted with a shake of his head.

Jaskier’s jaw dropped. “No.”

“Yes.”

“You mean we could have been…?”

Geralt nodded. “Yes.”

Jaskier groaned and flopped back into his seat. “Fuck me.”

Geralt took a long sip of his caramel latte as he watched Jaskier despairing over the potentially lost time. He hummed. “Normally I would ask you to dinner first.”

Jaskier’s eyes snapped up to meet his gaze. “Geralt!” He was blushing brightly but a playful smile danced on his lips. “How about I ask you to dinner?”

Geralt smiled and nodded, today was suddenly seeming a lot brighter. “Dinner it is.”

Jaskier reached across the table and Geralt took his hand. It was warm from where Jaskier had been holding onto his coffee, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Geralt was still reeling over the fact he was allowed to hold Jaskier’s hand, after so many years of watching him on the ice. He’d always seemed so far away. A joyful presence in both Yen and Ciri’s life but never his, and for some unknown reason Jaskier had wanted him.

“Why?” He asked.

Jaskier raised an eyebrow and tilted his head. “Why?” He repeated the question.

“Why did you think I was out of your league?” It wasn’t exactly what he’d meant but repeating Jaskier’s earlier words were easier than trying to think of his own.

Jaskier laughed and squeezed Geralt’s hand. “Because look at you!” He gestured with his free hand. “You’re bloody gorgeous.”

“So are you.” Geralt mumbled.

That seemed to give Jaskier pause as his mouth opened and shut a couple of times. “Yeah. Well. You’re more gorgeous, and you’re this famous ice hockey player, Captain of the Kaer Morhen Wolves, ex-husband to the Yennefer Vengerberg, the Ice Queen. Father to the sweetest most adorable little five year old. You have everything. Why would you want me?”

Geralt felt his expression soften as Jaskier’s gaze fell to the table. “Because you make me hear the music even when there’s none playing.” Jaskier frowned and chewed on his lip. Geralt sighed and ran his thumb along Jaskier’s bottom lip, pulling it free from his teeth. “You keep doing that. It’ll start bleeding.”

“Yeah well.” Jaskier muttered breathlessly.

“Being famous means shit all.” He sighed as he pulled away from Jaskier’s face. “No one gives a fuck about the person underneath. I’m just the ice hockey hero.”

Jaskier scoffed. “Well, then, Mr Ice Hockey Hero. Who is Geralt Rivia?”

Geralt chuckled. “You sound like press.”

“You don’t mind if I record this do you?” Jaskier teased and moved the small pepper pot to sit in the middle of them. “It’s easier than taking notes. I’d rather this just be you and me, without a notebook.”

“Jaskier!” He growled.

“Now, we’ve all heard about your skills on the ice, tell me…” Jaskier paused dramatically and licked his lips. “do those skills transfer to the bedroom?”

Geralt barked a laugh. “I wish I could say I’ve never been asked that in an interview before.” He groaned.

“No!” Jaskier giggled.

“Hmm.” He agreed. It had been just after his divorce with Yen and the press were trying to market him as the next playboy bachelor.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice that you dodged the question, Geralt.” Jaskier teased.

Geralt tilted his head and smirked. “If you win the Grand Prix final, maybe you’ll find out.”

Jaskier gaped. “Geralt!” He groaned. “That’s just not fair. I’ll never win.”

Geralt just shrugged.

“You’re joking right. God please tell me you’re joking.”

Geralt didn’t answer.

“Geralt!!” ______________

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