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jaskierswolf · 4 years

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Not sure if you’re still taking prompts, but if you are I’ve got something for you: In light of spooky season, I present to you modern au roommates having a scary movie/show night (watching Netflix’s Haunting of Hill House or Bly Manor or something) in which GERALT is the one too spooked to sleep alone. But he’s Geralt, so it’s not like he’ll actually ask for company. Jaskier is perceptive, though, and realizes what’s going on.

OK I really hate horror films and I have never actually watched one. What I have watched is Doctor Who... so... Weeping Angels anyone? Have fun! (Also on AO3) _______________________________

Geralt wasn’t sure why Jaskier always chose horror movies. He hated horror movies. He always squeaked at the jump scares and ended up in Geralt’s lap. Geralt didn’t mind horror movies particularly. The jump scares did fuck all to frighten him and if he was being honest he quite liked having the excuse to hold Jaskier in his arms. They had been best friends since university and it had made sense for them to continue living together once they’d graduated. The economy was shit and if Jaskier wanted to pursue his dreams of becoming a musician then he needed a housemate. As for Geralt, after his explosive break up with their other best friend, Yennefer, he hadn’t really felt like living alone.

So they’d moved in together.

And every Friday was movie night. They took turns in choosing the film and Jaskier always chose a horror film. Tonight was no different and Jaskier was shaking in his arms like a flower in the wind, fitting he supposed.

“Oh shit!!” Jaskier moaned as the statues moved closer to the house. The poor protagonist had taken her eyes off them to check on her friend. “Geralt!”

Geralt rolled his eyes but threaded his hands through Jaskier’s hair and placed a kiss on his friend’s temple. The first time he’d done that a month ago he’d panicked. It had been an accident but it had settled Jaskier’s nerves better than anything else he’d tried. Jaskier hadn’t mentioned it so small kisses to Jaskier’s hair and forehead had just become another part of their friendship. “It’s worse if you don’t look.” He murmured. “They are only still when we’re looking at them.”

“Geralt!” Jaskier pressed his face against Geralt’s chest and his fingers clawed at Geralt’s hoody. “That’s only for the characters.” He mumbled, his voice muffled by Geralt’s clothes.

Geralt tilted his head and peered at the screen. The statue was still and unmoving but none of the characters were looking at it. It was only stone because the camera was looking at it. He said as much to Jaskier who just groaned and held him tighter.

“Fuck you, Geralt. You just had to go and make it worse!” Jaskier grumbled.

“You wanted to watch it.”

“Fuck off!”

Jaskier didn’t pay any attention to the rest of the film. On the rare occasion he did peek at the screen through his hands, he squeaked and snuggled back into Geralt’s chest. Geralt kept a hand in Jaskier’s hair and murmured reassurances at him as he watched the film. The plot moved slowly, unlike the statues, as the characters were sent back in time one by one until only two of them remained. The statues then started to mess with the lights in their quest to get to some powerful artefact that would allow them to take over the universe.

The two remaining characters screamed as they were left at the mercy of the four statues creeping towards them as the lights flickered on and off. Geralt had to admit even he had goosebumps and his heart was racing faster in his chest.

“Fuck.” He mumbled not able to tear his eyes from the screen as if that would help the characters.

“Oh gods, if you’re saying that it must be bad.” Jaskier moaned against his chest.

“You’re not even watching.” Geralt grumbled. “I’ll turn it off.”

“Oh no! Nooo no no.” Jaskier protested. “I’m still listening! I want to know what happens!” He peered up at Geralt with those glimmering blue eyes that haunted Geralt’s dreams.

Fuck he was so beautiful.

A loud bang on the screen broke the moment and they both jumped to face the television. Jaskier immediately curled back against Geralt’s chest. Geralt was almost tempted to hide in Jaskier’s hair but he couldn’t do that. He was the strong one. He protected Jaskier so he kept his eyes fixed on the screen until the credits began to roll. The protagonist had ended up sobbing over her lost friends alone in her apartment, the universe had been saved but at what cost.

Geralt felt strangely moved by the whole thing. Jaskier was still nestled in his arms, safe and asleep. Geralt finally allowed himself to nuzzle against Jaskier’s soft hair, inhaling his calming chamomile scent. Fuck he didn’t want to be alone like she had been. What was the point of living if everyone you loved was taken from you?

Geralt’s heart was still racing and not even Jaskier scent was helping to calm his nerves.

“Fuck.” He groaned as quietly as he could but even that was too loud. Jaskier had always been a light sleeper unless he was sick.

“Geralt? Oh shit. Did I miss the end?” He rubbed his eyes and peered sleepily at the blank screen of the television. Geralt hummed in agreement. “Oh. Well you’ll have to tell me what happened in the morning.” Jaskier sighed and started to extract himself from Geralt’s arms.

Geralt felt himself tense up as Jaskier stood up. Shit. He’d never felt this bad after a film before. His jaw clenched as he watched Jaskier head towards his bedroom. Fucking idiot hadn’t even watched the film, of course he would rest easy tonight in blissful ignorance.

At the last moment Jaskier turned and glanced over his shoulder. His bright smile fell from his face when his eyes met Geralt’s. “Geralt? Are you alright?”

Geralt’s hands were tight fists by his side, nails digging into his palms. He glowered at Jaskier. “I’m fine.”

Jaskier tilted his head and put a hand on his hip. “You don’t look fine.”

“I’m fine, Jaskier.” He snapped.

Jaskier scoffed and pranced back over to sit back down on the sofa. “You’re fine.” He sang, clearly not believing Geralt.

“Hmm.”

“But I am not fine!” Jaskier announced and draped himself across Geralt’s lap. Geralt tried to glare at him but he was pleased to have his friend back in his arms. “Cuddle me.” Jaskier rolled onto his back and pouted up at Geralt, his head resting in Geralt’s lap whilst his legs sprawled out over the sofa cushions.

Geralt smirked and rolled his eyes. “You won’t sleep like that.”

“I will!” Jaskier’s lower lip jutted out and Geralt had to grit his teeth to stop himself from leaning down and kissing his friend. Did he have to be so goddamn cute all the time?

“You won’t.” Geralt insisted firmly, ruffling Jaskier’s hair. “You’ll wake up if I so much as breathe too heavily”

Jaskier huffed. “Well I’m not sleeping alone, not after that monstrosity.” He gestured wildly to the television.

“You can sleep in my room.” Geralt suggested with a faint smile that he was trying to hide. “If you want.” He added just to be sure.

Jaskier beamed up at him like he was the sun itself. “My hero!”

“Now get off so we can get to bed.” Geralt grumbled. His heart was still racing but it had little to do with the film anymore and everything to do with the way Jaskier’s eyes were shining with open affection.

Jaskier pouted. “Carry me?”

“What?” Geralt groaned, exasperated by his friend.

“I’m tired!” He whined. “Please?”

Geralt sighed but shifted Jaskier in his lap so he was able to scoop him up bridal style. Jaskier wrapped his arms around Geralt’s neck and placed a kiss to his cheek.

Well that was new.

Geralt smiled softly at the brunet in his arms. “What was that for?”

“Because, my darling, you are my hero and every hero deserves a kiss.” Jaskier answered with a disarming smile.

“Is that so?” He hummed as a thought began to grow in his mind.

Jaskier laughed and kissed his cheek again. “And that one is for being so strong and carrying me to my room.”

“I think I deserve one for ordering dinner.” Geralt suggested and Jaskier’s eyes lit up.

“Oh darling, how could I forget?” Jaskier kissed him again, this time barely a centimetre from his lips. “Oh and one for letting me share your bed.” Jaskier moved in slower this time and Geralt’s breath caught in his throat. It took all his strength not to drop him as Jaskier’s lips hovered over his. “May I?”

Geralt didn’t answer. There was no need, not when Jaskier’s lips were so close. Their noses bumped together as their lips finally met. Jaskier’s hand gripped tighter on Geralt’s hoody and Geralt kicked open his bedroom door, not wanting to break the kiss. He’d spent so long wishing that he could have this that he wasn’t going to miss a single moment.

Jaskier seemed to be similarly inclined, moaning as Geralt lowered him onto the bed. When they finally had to break apart to breath, Jaskier began to laugh, his beautiful musical laugh. Geralt sat back on his ankles and gave Jaskier a puzzled look.

“What?”

Jaskier propped himself up on one elbow and reached out for Geralt’s hand. “I’m just happy, my dear. You should always laugh when you’re happy.”

Geralt chuckled. “Hmm. Well then I’m happy too.”

Jaskier licked his lips and gave him a mischievous smile. “Even if I made you watch the scary film?”

“Wasn’t scared.”

“Oh yeah sure.” Jaskier drawled. “I believe you.”

“I was protecting you!” Geralt growled.

Jaskier sighed and fell back on the bed. “You were ever so brave, dear heart.”

God he was insufferable. Geralt had to wonder whether he was mad, wanting Jaskier like he did. He just never shut up….

Except when they were kissing…

Geralt grinned and lunged forwards to capture Jaskier’s lips once more. It was what the hero deserved after all. ______________________

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darkverrmin · 3 years

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Geralt: *arguing heatedly with Jaskier about something*

Jaskier: Wait. Have you seen my glasses?

Geralt: *blinking* Your glasses?

Jaskier: Yes, Geralt. The little metal thingies that help me fucking see, I wear them sometimes.

Geralt: *digging through their packs* Here.

Jaskier: *taking the glasses from Geralt and putting them on* Thanks, dear. Alas, it didn't help.

Geralt: What?

Jaskier: I still can't see your fucking point.

#not pictured: geralt tackling jaskier into a lake #julian alfred panktraz: queen of sass #the witcher #geraskier #jaskier #geralt of rivia #witcher #geralt x jaskier #geralt/jaskier #witcher netflix #geralt the witcher #julian alfred pankratz

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restmyheadatnightcontent · 3 years

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Could I request prompts 1. + 23. from the 101 ways to say i love you with actions prompt list + Yennefer/Jaskier, please? thank you so much!!!

thank you nonnie! this one ran away from me a bit but here is some pre-transformation yen at university with jaskier (is this modern au? is this oxenfurt? who knows) and its also pre-relationship but i've decided that jaskier is already in love. hope you enjoy!!

cw: mentions of ableism

1. hugging them as they're crying & 23. brushing a stray strand of hair out of their eyes

Idiots, she curses as she slams the door open and marches outside, they are all complete and utter idiots.

She knew coming here was a mistake, that they would never be able to see past her looks, see beyond her back and her jaw, would never even give her a chance to prove herself. She is smarter than every single person in that room, she knows she is, but none of them had even given her a chance to speak, and when they did they just looked on her with pity, not listening to a word she said.

Honestly, she doesn’t know why she expected any different. She has spent her whole life being looked down on by everyone just because she was different, being pushed to the floor because it was funny, she is used to the flinches as gasps as people see her when she walks down the street.

But she thought it might be different here.

The people here were meant to be smarter, were meant to have seen more of the world, there were people here from all over, from all walks of life. She hoped there might be people here who could accept her, who would listen to her, who would like her, just as she is.

But they don’t.

Because no-one ever does.

The people here may have read more books, but they are no cleverer than the people in her village, they are not willing to broaden their minds or their views, they are just as scared of anybody different.

She keeps on marching through the crowds, keeping her head down, knowing that she just needs to get back to her room, because she can already feel the treacherous tears building behind her eyes and then she can start figuring out what she can do next, because she sure as hell is not staying here and—

“Yennefer!” the body she has just bumped into cheerily calls.

She sighs as she sees who it is, because the last person that she needs to see right now is Julian bloody Panktraz.

The boy (because although he is technically a man, he spends all his time acting like a child, so he is still a boy in he eyes) latched onto her in the first week and refuses to leave her alone, which wouldn’t be so bad if he weren’t the biggest idiot of them all.

But he is also one of the few people, if not the only, that actually talks to her and treat her like a person, so she can’t quite bring herself to be rid of him just yet.

“Yennefer, you’ll never guess who I saw just—” he starts, but the cuts himself off when he glances down at her. “Is everything alright?”

“I’m fine,” she bites out, hoping that he won’t hear the slight tremble in her voice and turning away so he won’t see the tears forming in her eyes.

His hands come to rest on her shoulders, and he frowns in concern. “Are you sure? Because you look like—“

“I said I’m fine,” she replies, shaking out of his hold and starts walking away from him. She just needs to get back to her room and then it will all be alright.

She doesn’t get far before he catches up to her, looping her arm through his, and starts walking alongside her.

“Julian, what are you doing, I said I was fine—”

“I know that’s what you said, but you obviously aren’t so we are going to go somewhere a little more private so you can tell me whats wrong,” he says simply.

She considers kicking him in the shin and making a run from it, but she decides against it, because she does want to talk to someone about it. Tell someone about all the thoughts that are swirling around in her head , she wants to scream in someones face about how unfair it all is and for someone to listen for a change.

He leads her to a bench and sits them down and soon it all comes spilling out. She tells him all about the snide looks she gets in her classes, the comments she hears people make as she walks through the corridors, the fact that no-one wants to help her and she feels like she is drowining, completely alone and no-one is coming to save her.

He pulls her into a hug and wraps his arms around her as she cries, her tears muffled by his ridiculously patterned shirt as he runs his hands up and down her back, making sure to avoid her painful shoulder.

She tries to stop the tears but they just keep coming, months of hurt and pain and anger all spilling out of her. Because it is more than just the unkind comments, it is the fact that this was meant to be it. This was meant to be her escape, her way out, a chance for people to see her for what she is inside, to be more than everyone said she would be, but instead it has turned out to be exactly like everywhere else.

This was meant to become her home, because the village certainly never was, but it hasn’t and now she feels like she is stuck on the ocean, drifting from place to place, barely clinging on to her raft as the storm rages around her, trying to get home, but its impossible because she doesn’t have a home.

And she is alone.

Because that’s the real trouble here, isn’t it?

Because maybe she here she could have finally become important to someone, become someone that people care about.

Because all this would be so much easier to bear if there was someone she could lean on.

“I’m just – I’m just lonely,” she admits quietly, the words choked out between her tears. She feels lighter for saying it, but still she wishes she could take the words back, to try and desperately paper over the crack she has now shown. Because being weak isn’t going to help her now. The last thing she needs is more pity.

She holds her breath for a moment, waiting for him to laugh and pull away, to leave her on the bench, wishing he had never sat down.

But instead, he just tightens his arms around her and gives her a squeeze before pulling back and giving her a small smile. He reaches up and brushes away a strand of hair that got caught in her fringe.

“Maybe you were,” he says softly “But you won’t be anymore, because now you’ve got me.”

And as she looks into his eyes, she can feel the storm beginning to calm, his hand reaching in to pull her out of the water.

Maybe it won’t be so bad after all.

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clown-of-rivia · 3 years

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ANGST IDEA OF THE DAY ft. Bard

Jaskier is the result of an affair. His parents were an arranged marriage and his young mother hated his father. She fell in love with an elven blacksmith and got pregnant.

When Julian was born the Vicount Panktraz had the boy's ears cut round to hide it

#someone on twitter said Hatorri is his dad and you know what im cool with that #both need Geralt to save them both have jobs in novigrad it works #jaskier #the witcher #geralt of rivia #netflix the witcher #julian alfred pankratz #my writing #is this body horror ? i dont know what to tag it as #mutilation i guess

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actionnerdgamerlove · 3 years

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Wolf and Lark: The Case of the Mysterious Underwear - Chapter 5: The Un-Zippering of one Julian Alfred Panktraz

Find it on AO3

C/W: EXPLICIT SMUT AHOY. 18+ ONLY PLEASE

Summary: Wherein we are introduced to Feralt – Feral Geralt

Geralt was the first one home that day, on purpose. He may or may not have taken a half day to…prepare.

First, he went grocery shopping, and picked up easy, handheld items they could eat for throughout the night. Olives, cheeses, a few types of cured meats, pita chips, hummus, and wine to pair with the selections.

Geralt didn’t plan on making time for a heartfelt, sit-down dinner.

He had waited far too long for this.

As soon as Jaskier walked in their front door, Geralt was going to fuck the ever-loving shit out of him and not stop until one of them was passed out from lots of hardcore pounding.

Lovingly, of course. Geralt was not an animal.

Once Geralt got home, he set up the platter of snacky-dinner. He chilled the wine.

He rummaged under his bed and found his small train-case of toys, and pulled out his favorite plug.

He left his door widely ajar while he spent a very good amount of time working himself open on his fingers. He was reclining comfortably on his (rather large) bed, bottle of lube off to the side, two fingers deep and already moaning like a common whore.

It didn’t help that he was picturing Jaskier doing the work with his own long, dexterous fingers.

He slid in a third finger and moaned, the delicious stretch making pre-come pool from his weeping, hardened cock onto his flat stomach.

Three fingers weren’t nearly enough for the toy, let alone Jaskier’s cock. Before inserting a fourth finger, Geralt started stroking over his prostate, guttural ‘Oh, fuck’’s began falling from his lips on every other breath.

As soon as the fourth finger slid past his rim, Geralt was so close all it took was the mental image of Jaskier from that morning, wearing the goddamn zippered thong and he was coming in thick spurts over his stomach, as far up as his chin.

Then he inserted the glass plug, and went to take a shower.

Not even ten minutes later and he was half hard again.

Out of the shower, now, Geralt pulled on a pair of soft cotton drawstring pants. He’d just pulled his hair back into a ponytail when he heard the front door open.

He casually walked out of the bathroom, confirming it was indeed Jaskier (no one else had a key to their apartment, but one could never be too safe).

It was indeed Jaskier.

Geralt had a predatory look in his eye as he stalked up to his best friend and quickly divested him of his jacket, throwing it on a barstool by the kitchen.

“Geralt!” Jaskier squeaked, as Geralt picked him up by his ass and wrapped Jaskier’s legs around his waist, pinning him to the wall behind them.

“Before we get started, Jaskier, is there anything you need to do before I fuck you through this wall?”

Read the rest on AO3

#The Witcher #Geraskier #Wolf and Lark #The Case of the Mysterious Underwear #Chapter 5 #Jaskier #geralt of rivia #geralt x jaskier #GothamCityRollerGirlWrites

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hollowfo1k · 3 years

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First Lines

Untitled WIP

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Techno stood in front of the university’s library.

Untitled Au

In the world of social media it is hard to keep one’s identity a secret.

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

As soon as his last class is done Geralt books it back to his dorm room

Untitled Au

Jaskier is everyone’s favorite teacher, and that’s a fact.

Untitled WIP

Geralt is a quiet being. From the way he walks, to how he shows his emotions, to how he loves.

Untitled Au

“Uh, hey dad?”

Geralt lets out a small ‘hm’. When Ciri doesn’t answer immediately he looks up from his book.

Untitled Au

Jaksier first sees him at the back of a bar. He’s playing one of his newer songs, and the crowd doesn’t seem to enjoy it that much. Once he’s forced off the small stage he makes his way toward the stranger.

Untitled Captain America Au

Julian Alfred Panktraz, or Jaskier to his friends and family, is a Polish immigrant during the 1930’s.

Untitled WIP

The castle ship is quite this time of the day cycle. The stars and planets twinkle in the distance as they float along. Keith knows he should really be sleeping, but he can’t. He just can’t.

He Remembers

It is lifetimes later when they meet again. In this life Jaksier is not human.

2AM Airport Adventure

Marinette Dupain-Cheng loved her life. She really did.

Drops of Blood

When Lance got home that day he thought he knew what to expect. Pidge would be on the couch, probably playing Assassin's Creed. Hunk would be in the recliner typing away on his laptop and making the occasional comment to Pidge. And Keith would be laying on the floor with Kosmo, reading his newest book. That’s how it was every Tuesday night.

Untitled Au

Lance wasn't sure what to think the day he got the call. Turns out he has a pair of grandparents on his father’s side. And they are extremely rich. Or they were.

Grey’s Anatomy Au

Eliza watches as people rush around the Pit, Peggy by her side.

“What do you think Theo will get Burr for his birthday?” Peggy asks curiously.

Kosmo the Cosmic Dragon

Lance was stressed as fuck. He was trying to relax on the patio of his house, watching the sunset in the distance.

I Guess Not

Zoe was walking. She didn’t know where, but that didn’t stop her.

Caramel Macchiato, Extra Vanilla, Extra Caramel, Add Whip?

If there's one thing that Lance hated, it was mornings. Sadly, the internship he landed had him in the office at 8 am every morning.

The Lady and the Prince

If you had told Adrien that he would spend his night trying to corral the drunk girl that broke into his apartment, he would have called you crazy.

La clé de votre cœur

The town buzzed with excitement at the news.

What Did He Do?

“Is this a game to you?” Race roared staring Spot down. They were standing on opposite sides of the living room, rage radiating from both of them.

Alright. I was tagged by @fix-the-skies Also the ones that are posted have links. But most of these aren't even finished. I’m going to tag @benandcompany @anoddconstellationofthoughts @astaticworld and @all-hail-the-witcher

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darkverrmin · 3 years

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*explicit content*

Geralt's first time with Jaskier was, least to say, an utter disaster.

They fell into bed together right after confessing their feelings.

Their kiss was more teeth than tongue.

Jaskier accidentally elbowed Geralt in the nose, while removing his own shirt.

Geralt moaned quietly at Jaskier's dirty talk, but when he tried to say something dirty in return, it came out all stiff and awkward. Jaskier just chuckled and kissed him in response.

Jaskier kept giggling while Geralt was busy showering his body with kisses, saying that Geralt's hair was tickling him.

They spent five whole minutes looking for the vial of oil, when Jaskier remembered that it was in the pocket of his cloak the entire time.

Geralt accidentally spilled half of the oil on the bed sheets when opening the vial. Jaskier silenced his apologies by climbing on top of him and pulling him into a kiss.

Geralt was trying to make Jaskier feel good using only his fingers, but he had no idea how to do it. Jaskier was in his lap the entire time, gasping quietly, guiding Geralt through it. When he saw that Geralt was nervous, Jaskier began to talk to him about something completely different. It helped. Just as Jaskier was about to climb off and pull Geralt on top of him, Geralt found the right spot. Jaskier came almost immediately, crying Geralt's name.

When Geralt finally entered him, hooking Jaskier's right leg over his shoulder, the young man hissed in pain. "Not as flexible as I was before, darling".

When Jaskier tried to flip their positions in order to ride him, he ended up knocking them both to the floor.

They tried having sex with Jaskier bent over the table, but it squeaked terribly.

They ended up having sex against the wall, with Jaskier's legs wrapped around Geralt's hips. But not before Geralt lifted Jaskier up into this position, accidentally hitting the younger man's head against the wall behind him.

A few apologies and a couple of soothing words later, they finally found the right pace.

Geralt came embarrassingly fast, groaning into the crook of Jaskier's neck and shoulder.

They sank onto the floor after that, still holding each other and catching their breath.

Geralt felt Jaskier smiling against his hair and lifted his head to look at the other man.

"What's so amusing?"

Jaskier met his eyes, grinning. He placed a kiss on Geralt's nose and nuzzled at his cheek.

"Oh, nothing. Just... Just thinking that this was the best sex I've ever had."

Geralt grinned in response. "Really?"

"Mm-hmm. I don't even know how to describe it, it just... It felt like home."

Geralt hummed in response, kissing Jaskier's neck.

Home.

In all his years, Geralt had never felt more satisfied.

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darkverrmin · 3 years

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King and Lionheart, Part 2

A few months passed, and Geralt almost forgot about the whole thing. Until one evening, Jaskier burst into their rented room, radiating joy, with a letter in hand.

"Isabelle's getting married!"

***

Isabelle was one of Jaskier's younger sisters. They were really close, from what Geralt had heard from Jaskier's stories, practically best friends.

The wedding was fancy, but small, much to Geralt's liking. Close friends and family only.

Their father passed away about four years ago, so Jaskier was the one to walk Isabelle down the aisle.

Geralt couldn't suppress a grin when he saw them. The young bard looked ridiculously handsome in his dark-blue suit, and his sister, Isabelle, was one of the prettiest women Geralt had ever seen.

During his speech, Jaskier started absentmindedly unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt, causing Geralt to chuckle. His bard always hated buttoning his shirts up till the top.

Even though he looked very nervous and excited, Jaskier didn't stumble on his words. Only Geralt noticed the light shake of his hands. He really wanted to hug him at that moment.

And he did, once the ceremony was over. Jaskier buried his face in Geralt's chest, his body trembling.

"Happy tears?"

"M-hmm".

***

"Thank you so much for coming!".

Geralt gave Isabelle a warm smile, bowing slightly. "It was my pleasure. Your husband looks like a good man."

Isabelle surprised him with a firm hug. Were all the members of the Panktraz family such eager huggers?

"Oh, and everything Jaskier told you about me is a great, big lie".

"I only told him the good things, you ungrateful toad!" Jaskier protested, returning with their drinks. He handed Geralt a goblet with red wine.

"Thanks".

"So," Isabelle tilted her head to the side, wearing a mischievous smile. "When is your wedding?"

Geralt almost choked on his wine. Thankfully, Jaskier was the one to reply.

"We haven't even finished celebrating your wedding, and you already want to attend another one?".

"I'm just saying. You're not getting any younger, love." She gave Geralt a meaningful look at the last sentence.

"Oh, fuck you. Stop scaring my man. I didn't scare Fredrick by talking to him about marrying you".

Isabelle laughed. "Yes, you did!".

"Gods sister, I pity you. When did you start imagining stuff?".

Isabelle giggled, landing a firm punch on Jaskier's shoulder. Geralt watched their conversation, clearly amused. "Alright, smartass. It's my wedding day, so less talking, more dancing".

Jaskier grinned, placing his goblet on the nearby table, and reaching for Isabelle's hand. "May I?"

The bard glanced at Geralt before walking away. "May I ask you for a dance after this?".

Geralt rolled his eyes, but nodded. He didn't remember himself dancing, ever. But dancing with Jaskier sounded like a pretty nice idea.

As he watched Jaskier and Isabelle sway together, Geralt couldn't stop thinking about Isabelle's words.

He remembered the old woman they saw at the market this morning, the one who sold rings. Geralt decided to stop by there tomorrow.

Just to look.

to be continued

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They stumble upon Jaskier's mother in a small town, on their way to Kaer Morhen. She sees them first, calling Jaskier's name (his real name) and waving at them. Jaskier runs to her, picking her up and spinning her around. Geralt can't help but to smile at that.

"Mum, this is my partner, Geralt of Rivia".

Geralt gives her a small bow. "Pleasure to meet you".

She smiles back at him politely. "I'm happy to meet you, Geralt! Where are you boys headed?"

"Kaer Morhen" Jaskier answers her. "It's the Witchers' keep, I'm meeting Geralt's family".

"Oh, that's wonderful!" She cries, glancing at Geralt. "I wish we had more time to get to know each other, but I should head back soon. You know how impatient your father can get".

Geralt notices Jaskier's body visibly tensing at the mention of his father, but he doesn't say a thing about it. "Our inn is just over there. Want to grab a quick drink?"

She smiles again, cupping Jaskier's cheek. "Sure".

***

Jaskier's mother is so sweet and polite towards Geralt, he almost feels uncomfortable. But it's nice that one of Jaskier's family members actually likes him. Although Geralt knows that Jaskier doesn't give a fuck about it.

After ten minutes or so, she starts talking about Jaskier's father. Jaskier clenches his jaw and Geralt notices how uncomfortable he feels. The Witcher clears his throat and gets up from his seat. "I need to check on Roach in the stables. I'll leave you two to catch up. Again, it was a pleasure meeting you, Mrs. Panktraz".

She gives Geralt another polite smile and nods. "You too, dear. Hope to see you again soon".

***

Geralt is brushing Roach when he hears Jaskier walking out of the inn and protesting something loudly.

"You don't know him".

Jaskier continues speaking, obviously annoyed. "Stop it, mum. I'll have none of it".

His mother's voice follows. "Darling, just listen to me-"

"You're wrong".

"I'm just trying to protect you. He's not right for you".

Geralt freezes in his place, listening to the conversation carefully. They're far enough so he can't see them, but Witcher senses allow Geralt to hear every word.

"I don't need to. I see that he is not right for you".

"Ha! And what is right for me, ma? A rich, noble duchess? To please father?"

"Julian, you know I disagree with your father on many things. But I think you deserve so much better".

"You don't know him. At all. He is an amazing man. He's kindhearted, brave, smart, charm-"

"Doesn't seem like that from our conversation".

Jaskier gasps. "Oh, so now he's bad because he's not much of a conversationalist? Dear Gods, mother-"

"I want to ask you a question. What can he offer you?"

"...What?"

"What kind of life are you leading with him, Julian? You don't have a house, you can't have a famil-"

"I don't want a house. And he is my family. I love traveling with him".

"You need someone who will make you feel safe. Who can protect you".

"I can protect myself, ma. And I trust Geralt more than I trust anyone".

"Oh, you're still so young".

Jaskier sighs. "I'm 25. Not much of a child anymore".

"Don't you think you're with him just because you like the adventure? The danger?"

Geralt closes his eyes, exhaling sharply. He listens to Jaskier's answer.

"Do you want to know how I really feel about him?"

A moment of silence.

"I love him, ma. With every fiber of my being. He's- He's just so amazing. He loves me too. I feel alive when I'm with him. I love our adventures, I love our life. I don't need to settle down somewhere. This is the life I chose for myself, mother. This is the man I chose to spend the rest of my life with. Because I want him and him only".

Geralt feels something warm spreading itself in his chest. Jaskier continues, his voice calmer.

"For the first time in my life I can say that I'm happy, ma. Every morning I wake up by his side, I'm happy. I... I love him. And don't worry, he treats me well. He really is a big softie, you just need to get to know him a bit. And gods, he's so smart. I'm learning something new from him every day. He's... He makes me happy, mother. I'm happy. Isn't that all that matters?"

His mother sighs. "If that's the way you feel, I guess that's good. Can't say about happiness, didn't have a lot of that with your father. But... I just want you to have a good life".

"I am having a great life, ma. The greatest. Believe me".

"Alright, darling". He hears a kissing sound. "Take care. Maybe write more often, so I'll know you're alright?"

"I promise".

"And maybe come around to visit on holidays?"

"We'll work something out, ma. Promise".

"Great. Goodbye, Julian, take care. Love you".

"Love you, too".

***

Jaskier shows up at the stables a couple of minutes later. He gives Geralt a bright smile. "How's our girl doing?" He asks, nodding at Roach.

"Alright" Geralt answers him. He walks over to Jaskier, pulling him into a tight hug. Jaskier chuckles, before hugging back.

"You alright?"

"Yeah. Just... You know that I really care about you, right? You're everything to me. I... You make me happy, Jas".

Jaskier smiles into his chest, squeezing his lover. "I know, dear. I know".

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