#aro!jaskier

I love arospec Jaskier! Thank you so much! This is just over 631 words! (I also wrote this pretty quickly... so I hope you like it) ______

At the age of twenty seven, Jaskier had admitted that romance wasn’t in the cards for him, and he didn’t care. He had friends that he loved, and who loved him. Essi was like a little sister to him, and he always had a fun time with Pris when she wasn’t in other more committed romantic relationships. He’d never needed romance, and honestly half the time he didn’t understand it, but he was good at faking it for his music because “Love sells, Julian.”

He was happy.

He had been happy.

And then he’d met Geralt.

They’d clicked instantly. Well, Jaskier had clicked instantly, and he’d worn Geralt down eventually and soon enough they’d been almost inseparable. Jaskier had moved in with Geralt to save on rent after he’d spent almost everything evening around Geralt’s flat anyway, and now he had a problem.

A problem he’d thought he’d been immune from.

He had a crush, and it was all Geralt’s fault. There was a strange fluttering in his chest and every damn song he heard on the radio reminded him of Geralt. He couldn’t even look at the fucking sun without thinking of Geralt’s eyes, and he didn’t get and respite at night time. Oh no, no, no, no, at night he had the moon. Silver light that streamed through his windows, as ethereal as the shining silver locks of Geralt’s hair.

The fucking bastard.

It had taken him so long to get to the point where he’d accepted that romantic love wasn’t going to happen to him, and now the bloody idiot had stumbled into his life and ruined everything.

Jesus Christ, he loved him. He loved him so fucking much, and he didn’t know what to do? Wasn’t love supposed to be beautiful? The greatest gift that God had to offer?

Bullshit. Absolutely fucking cock balls.

He groaned and tugged at his hair. “Bollocks.”

“Jaskier?”

Jaskier fell backwards off his chair, landing on the kitchen floor with a thump. He hadn’t heard Geralt come home. His pity party had been so rudely interrupted and now the bloody love of his life was gazing at him with that stupidly fond smirk and Jaskier wanted to punch him in the face.

It wasn’t fair.

Geralt reached out, wrapping his fingers around Jaskier’s wrist as he pulled Jaskier up from the floor. They fell into an easy embrace and Jaskier buried his nose in Geralt’s neck. The scent was supposed to be grounding, but instead it stirred the anxiety in his chest. He pulled away and fiddled with the little aro pride pin on the lapel of his jacket. The green, black, and white stripes were usually so comforting, but now they just made him feel like a fraud.

He handed the pin to Geralt, who frowned and cocked his head. “Jask, what’s going on?”

Jaskier waved at the pin. “Don’t need it anymore.”

“Oh?”

“Went and fell in love, like a fool. A fool in love.. Diana Ross was right!” he whined, burying his face in his hands.

Geralt sighed, gently fixing the pin back onto Jaskier’s jacket. “Falling in love once, at the age of twenty seven, doesn’t mean you have to give up part of your identity, Jaskier.”

“It doesn’t?”

“No, it doesn’t,” Geralt murmured, pressing his lips to Jaskier’s forehead. “not unless you want to, but I’m here for you, okay?”

Jaskier nodded. “Okay,” a pause “you know it’s you right?”

Geralt’s arms wrapped around him, pulling him back into a hug. “I’d hoped, but I would’ve supported you regardless. You’re my best friend, Jask.”

“And?”

“And I love you too, in whatever way you’ll allow me too.”

Aro Jaskier geraskier roommates fic for my lovely @jaskierswolf .

Thank you @thecomfortofoldstorries for your input 😘

Geralt, Jaskier, Lambert and Renfri get together to have some (platonic) fun on Feb. 14th. Mature language, mostly because Lambert exists. 

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“So Jask, you have plans for Sunday?” Geralt asked as they ate breakfast in their kitchen. Jaskier sat on the counter munching a strawberry pop tart while Geralt leaned against the counter across from him with a bowl of scrambled eggs. 

“The 14th? Yeah,” Jaskier answered. Geralt looked up, surprised.

“Oh?”

“Yup. Me, a tub of Ben & Jerry’s, a couple bottles of cheap rosé, moping…”

Geralt rolled his eyes. 

“No. Listen. New plans,” Geralt said. Jaskier raised his eyebrows. “We’re gonna have a little gathering. Lambert, Renfri, you and I.” Jaskier looked confused. “A friendship party! We’ll play some games, have some drinks, watch a movie…”

“… Ok… But… you know you don’t have to do this, right?”

“What? Have fun with my friends?”

Jaskier shrugged. 

“However will I survive the hardship. I guess you’ll have to do the dishes for the week to make it up to me,” Geralt said. 

“Hey, I thought I had the dramatic role in this house,” Jaskier replied indignantly. 

Geralt smirked at him and tossed him the tea towel.

“Thanks!” He said as he strode out of the kitchen.

Absolutely anything you want, my love! Especially when it’s something that already started growing in my heart and head haha. I hope you like it 💗💗💗 ILY.

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Jaskier sighed and tossed his phone away from himself to the end of the couch. Geralt glanced over from where he was filling a bowl with popcorn in the kitchen. When he finished he came over, put the popcorn on the coffee table, lifted Jaskier’s legs off the couch so he could sit down, then put them back down over his lap.

“Want to share with the class?” Geralt asked. Jaskier grunted, and Geralt chuckled. “Must be bad if you’re throwing your fifth appendage across the couch. What’s up?”

“Just… fucking… Christmas. And… people. And family. And everything.” Jaskier said. Geralt raised an eyebrow and waited for further explanation. Jaskier heaved a sigh.

“It’s just… there’s so much hype for romance at the holidays, all the ads are for buying something for your sweetheart, all the movies are love stories…”

“Not all…”

“Fine not all, but if feels like it sometimes. And family is always on my case, do you have someone to bring home yet? Have you settled down? This is it! I am settled! I’m fucking fine, ok?! Why does everyone have this obsession with having someone. I am complete. I have my friends, and a job I love, and a home, and my best-friend-slash-roommate. Not everyone wants that. It just… I’m fine with how I am and who I am. But sometimes it’s hard to be aro for the holidays.” He ended in a grumble. 

Geralt rubbed a hand along Jaskier’s ankle. 

“Hey. I hear you. I’m sorry. People don’t think. I know you’re perfect. Except when you leave all your dishes in the sink. And wet towels on the bathroom floor.”

Jaskier swatted his arm and Geralt smirked. 

“I mean, sometimes…” Jaskier trailed off.

“Sometimes?” Geralt asked.

“Nothing.”

“What?”

“Nevermind.”

“Jask.”

Jaskier sighed. 

“Just… I mean… one day you’ll find someone. And then…” Jaskier trailed off. 

“And then I’ll still be your best friend, and I’ll still be right here.”

“You say that now, but…”

“I promise. We’ve been best friends for how long now? I’m not going anywhere, Jaskier. Dirty dishes be damned.”

Jaskier snorted and kneaded his heels into Geralt’s thigh.

“You want me to tell off your family for you? I’m your man!”

Jaskier huffed a laugh.

“No. But thank you.”

“Ok. You change your mind, you let me know!”

“I will.” Jaskier smiled in earnest.

“Ok. Well, it’s your choice of movie tonight. What are you torturing me with?”

“I heard good things about…”

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