#aro jaskier

💜 I am Looking Respectfully , Mistletoe & Lights - Yenfri meet-cute and holiday follow-up with very subtle grey ace Renfri - by @stinawrites

💜 A Moment of Madness - grey ace Renfri - somewhat established relationship, Yennefer and Renfri have a chat about sex and boundaries, nothing explicit, it’s soft - by @stinawrites

💜 normality - ace Geralt and supportive Jaskier, they kiss, talk about sex then snuggle - by @loralielo (tumblr won’t link)

💜 Pillow Fort - ace Geralt - Geraskier cuddles in a pillow fort - by @artistsfuneral

💜 Old Witcher Cuddles - ace Keldar - Guxart/Vesemir and Keldar have comfort snuggles in Kaer Morhen - by @rawrkinjd

💜 Oranges and Mischief - ace Keldar - Keldar/Guxart/Vesemir, Keldar adds a new arrival to the library’s collection and his two lovers prove that age doesn’t lessen a penchant for mischief. Kissing, brief reference to smut but nothing explicit; just love and soft - by @rawrkinjd

💚 Non Traditional - aro Dandelion - Dandelion is nervous about the usual relationship questions he’s going to get from over-nosey people at an event and Geralt puts him at ease. Kilts and fluff - by @hailhailsatan

💚 best friends can snog sometimes - aro Jaskier - non-romantic geraskier, supportive Geralt, banter, friends can kiss sometimes, as a treat - by @jaskierswolf

💚 St. Julian’s Day - aro Renfri - Modern AU, Renfri helps Lambert shop for a gift for Aiden - by @jaskierswolf

💚 Two Tries - aro Ciri - Modern AU, Ciri comes out to supportive Jaskier - by @kueble

💚 More than Enough - aro Jaskier - Jaskier is anxious and Geralt is reassuring and supportive - by @jaskierswolf

💜💚 Free - aro/ace Yennefer - character study of sex-positive aro/ace Yen - by @jaskierswolf

💚 Commitment - aro Dandelion - Dandelion and Jaskier are roommates, Dandelion comes out to a supportive Jaskier - by @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde

💚 Curse - aro Jaskier - Jaskier has been cursed which can only be broken by true love’s kiss in this bullet fic - by @slythnerd

💜 our passion on this lonely sea - ace Keldar - With Ivar asleep at his side, Keldar writes in his journal, looking back on their relationship - by @lambertsmoonshine

💚 Hexer bullet fic - aro Geralt x Jaskier bullet fic based on the Hexer TV series - by @slythnerd

💚 I Am Yours - aro Jaskier - Geralt and Jaskier have a slight misunderstanding and establish being in a QPR - by @jaskierswolf

💜💚 A Bard Without Love - ace/aro Yen, grey aro Jask - Yennefer and Jaskier coming to understand each-other and the beginning of a yenskier friendship - by @jaskierswolf

💚 Arrows - aro Geralt - bullet fic, Geralt doesn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day but Jaskier gives him a present and puns abound - by @slythnerd

💚 I’d wait a lifetime - demiromantic Geralt - bullet fic, Geralt wants to invite Jaskier to Kaer Morhen for the winter - by @slythnerd

💚 Date Night - P1 & P2 - aro Aiden - Aiden and Lambert meet again after a few weeks separation, is this a date...? - by @slythnerd

💚 Eskel Dreams of Love P1 - aro Eskel - After Jaskier comes to Kaer Morhen and tells romantic tales of Courtly Love, Eskel can’t stop thinking about the stories and what it must feel like to be in love - so much so, he starts writing a book - by @slythnerd

💚 Heart of Stone - aro Jaskier - Jaskier finds a heart-shaped rock, feels anxious about being aromantic and Geralt reassures him - by @lokibus 

💚 Still friends, always will be - aro Geralt & aro Jaskier - modern AU (with magic?) Geraskier QPR feat Yen/Triss - by @jaskierswolf

💜💚 cuddling - grey aro and ace Geralt & ace Jaskier - Jaskier discovers that Geralt needs a lesson in setting personal boundaries and how to cuddle, softness ensues - by @all-hail-the-witcher

💚 Courting Gift - demi-aro Geralt - Geraskier featuring courting gifts and a side helping of friends to lovers - by @jaskierswolf

💜💚 One Bed Shared (between friends) - aro Aiden, ace Lambert, them just being comfortable and cozy cuddling together - Just One Bed platonic prompt - by @officerjennie

💚 Dumbasses in Quarantine - aro Geralt & aro Jaskier - modern au, roommates, idiots being idiots during the plague, just fluff - by @fontegagrilledcheese

💜 (no such thing as) an uncompromised touch - ace Geralt - Geralt knows that Jaskier wants to get him into bed. Geralt is all too willing to go - as long as it doesn't include sex - by @asweetprologue

💚 Fem Jaskier AU - aro fem Jaskier - Geralt and Jaskier talk about feelings and expectations in this illustration/comic, Jaskier comes out to a loving Geralt as aro - by @spielzeugkaiser

💜 The Salami is a Metaphor - ace Serrit - Serrit has something important to tell Auckes. The words are hard to find, but the salami is there to save the metaphor - by @frenchkey & @jayofolympus

💚 Arrow - aro Milva & aro Regis - Regis talks to Milva about being aromantic - by @jaskierswolf

💚 A fool in love - demi-aro Jaskier - Jaskier sorts out his feelings and how they relate to how he identifies, with supportive Geralt - by @jaskierswolf

💚 It's Warmer With You Here - aro Jaskier - Platonic fluffy nonsense featuring Jaskier and Vesemir - by @funkylittlebard

💚 Gwent & Vodka - aro Eskel - Witcher buddy shenanigans at Kaer Morhen - by @funkylittlebard

💜 At the Stars - ace Lambert - Lambert needs to talk to someone about a new development between him and Aiden, and with no one else around, the night sky will just have to do - by @dsudis

💜 For you, I’d bleed myself dry - grey ace Lambert - Looking at the stars, Lambert finds comfort in the idea that the world is big, and we are small. It gives him the confidence to share something important with Aiden - by @stinawrites

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Mature/Explicit:

💜💚 Wolfie’s Ace Week Masterlist: includes recs for fics from various authors with ace & aro rep - *this list isn’t rated, may contain mature or explicit content*

💚 Better than a Valentine - aro Jaskier - Geralt & Jaskier are roommates and have Lambert and Renfri over for some (platonic) fun on Feb. 14th, mature only due to language - by @stinawrites

💚 Tinsel Bards - Dandelion is aro in this spicy smutty Jaskilion fic - by @jaskierswolf

💜💚 Warrior’s Blues - ace/aro Yennefer & aro Coën - military/bartending AU with romantic Geraskier & queerplatonic Yenralt featuring themes of found family, love, and healing from violence - by @ahh-fxck

💜💚 You Set My Heart Ablaze - Renfri is aro and Tissaia is ace in this amazing Geraskier-centered long fic - by @jaskierswolf

💜💚 Bartending AU - Triss is aro/ace in this amazing, heartbreaking, beautiful series that centers around Geraskier, Yenfri, Yenralt, and Ciri with her found fam in the third fic - by @yoursummerfrost

💜 Nothin Wrong With Me - ace Serrit - Serrit/Auckes, masturbation, casual mention of murder, and many, many feelings. Serrit is afab, intersex, and their gender is "Fuck you,” Auckes is loving & respectful - by @tumbleweedtech

💜 Switching it up - ace Eskel - Eskel and Geralt decide to switch things up with their position in bed, soft smut - by @officerjennie

💜 I've found my home within your arms - ace Eskel - Geskel in the same AU as Switching It Up, smut with a lot of feelings - by @officerjennie

💜 hold me, teach me, touch me - ace Jaskier - Jaskier seeks out a prostitute to see what this sex business is all about and instead learns a great deal about braiding hair and the importance of a hug - by @cassandrasdreamworld

💜 A solitary Planet - ace Geralt - Geralt is ace but thinks Jaskier will leave if they don't sleep with each other: they talk it out - by @sternenstaub28

💜💚 Platonic Pet Play - aro/ace Geralt - Bullet fic where Jaskier discovers, discusses, and explores a purely platonic and non-sexual pet play relationship with Geralt, with Jaskier as the pet - by @officerjennie

💜 In Your Arms - ace Keldar - Keldar/Guxart/Vesemir, Keldar’s partners respect his boundaries and his desperate desire for touch and affection is well attended; however, he cannot escape the biological inclinations of his body and struggles to reconcile it with the love he has for his partners - by @rawrkinjd

💜 How You Want -  grey ace Geralt - Geralt comes out to a supportive Jaskier, getting together smut by @kueble

💜 Badger Run - ace Lambert - Aiden/Jaskier/Lambert in a space au, an argument with Jaskier turns into a journey of self-discovery for Lambert - @impsane​

💚 Shower Sx - aro Dandelion - Jaskilion smut by @jaskierswolf​

💜 You don’t need to answer - grey ace Jaskier - established geraskier, comfort object penetration by @hailhailsatan​

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I'm not really updating this anymore, I’m tired y’all. Please feel free to reblog with your own additions, or make your own list and link this one on it <3

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After three days of tense silence every unspoken word explodes between them.

“Just fucking say something, Jaskier!” Geralt yells across the campfire.

“I can’t!” Jaskier buries his face in his hands. His heart aches and he wishes he could return to the numb nothingness of before but it’s too late. He loves his best friend and he loves him with all of his heart.

“Why not?” Geralt glowers, eyes ablaze in the light of the flames.

“Because I love you!” Jaskier screams and the words fill the forest like a battle cry. “I love you” He’s rambling now. “and I never thought I could so I just fucked around hoping that someone would be good enough in bed to make me fall in love with them. No one ever was and… and I felt so fucking broken!” He exclaims with a wide wave of his arms. “Broken, useless, unlovable sorry excuse for a bard! But oh no no, turns out it wasn’t a good fuck I needed.” He glares at Geralt, blaming the witcher for his sudden tidal wave of emotions. “turns out I just needed you. My best friend in the whole wide world but I never fucking saw it so I kept screwing around and now you hate me for it and that’s just shit because it turns out… it turns out that I love you. You bastard.”

He’s said too much. He claps his hands over his mouth. “I’m sorry.”

And he runs.

Or at least he tries to. Geralt’s hand in holding his wrist. “Don’t be. Don’t be sorry. Don’t go.” Geralt whispers in the dark of the night. His face lit up by the orange glow of the campfire. “Stay.”

“You. You don’t hate me?” Jaskier asks, his voice cracking pitifully.

Geralt shakes his head. “No. The opposite. I think.”

Jaskier frowns as he tries to decipher Geralt’s riddles. “The opposite? But. but Geralt?”

“I know.”

“Don’t fucking mess with me now, witcher.” Jaskier hisses, his heart is too fragile. He’s not used to any of this torment.

“I’m not.” Geralt sighs. “But I can’t. I don’t want.” He cuts himself off with a low groan and pinches the bridge of his nose.

Jaskier tilts his head. “You don’t want what, Geralt?”

“Sex. I know, the whole Continent knows, how much you love it.”

“Oh hey!” Jaskier protests but really Geralt does have a point. “Hang on, what about Yennefer, or Triss…. or what was her name? With the swords going missing?”

“Coral.”

Jaskier snaps his fingers. “You fucked her for weeks!”

Geralt shrugs. “It’s what they wanted.”

Alarm bells start ringing in Jaskier’s mind. It’s what they wanted, not Geralt. Geralt hadn’t wanted it. “Did they….”

Geralt smiles faintly with a shake of his head. “No. I said yes. It’s what they wanted, what’s expected of me.” His nose wrinkles. “Yen’s unicorn though. Never again.”

Jaskier whimpers as he embraces Geralt tightly. “I will never. I promise you. If you don’t want sex then we don’t have to have sex. Are kisses alright?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

Geralt frowns. “Umm.”

“No then.” Jaskier sighs. “Hugs?”

“Yeah.”  That’s a relief for Jaskier. He’s always needed physical touch and he’s been hugging Geralt for years. The thought that he could have been making his best friend uncomfortable makes him feel sick to his stomach. “What about you?” Geralt asks. “You love sex.”

Jaskier shrugs. “I have two hands.” He winks. “And I’ve heard mages sell all sorts of enchanted toys these days. I’ll manage.”

Geralt shakes his head. “No. I can’t take that from you.”

“But I love you. Do you know how much that means to me Geralt?” Jaskier says quietly, staring down at his feet, fingers pulling at his sleeves. “I never thought that I could.”

“What if you still have sex with others?” Geralt suggests and Jaskier just gapes at him.

“You. You mean that?”

“Yeah.”

“You wouldn’t be jealous?” Jaskier asks.

Geralt raises an eyebrow at him. “You love me, after fucking your way around the Continent. You love me.”

Jaskier licks his lips and nods. “I do. Fucking mother of… I love you.” The words still sound like heaven on his tongue. He would never get used to saying them even if he lived for a hundred years. “I love you.”

Geralt laughs softly and strokes Jaskier’s cheek with his thumb. “I love you too. I trust you. You’ll come back to me. You always have.”

Jaskier joins in with Geralt laughter. The witcher is right. Even before his epiphany Jaskier always returned to Geralt whether it’s after years apart, or merely after a quick romp in the hay. He would come back to Geralt until his dying breath.

So they settle into a new routine. Geralt enjoys sharing a bedroll or bed at the inn when they can but doesn’t begrudge Jaskier if he finds another partner for the night. He rarely stays with them after sex now though. He has his heart to return to and that’s better than any carnal delight. One evening after one such adventure with a particularly gorgeous prostitute, Geralt surprises them both.

“Did you have fun?” He murmurs into the nape of Jaskier’s neck as they snuggle close in the bed.

Jaskier frowns. Surely Geralt’s not asking about his sex life? “Yes?” He answers, sounding more than a little unsure.

There’s a soft press of lips to the back of his neck and he shudders. Geralt didn’t kiss him very often but it makes his heart sing every time. “You don’t sound convinced.”

“No. It was good.” He stammers, trying desperately to control the way his heart is thundering in his chest.

Geralt scoffs. “Good?”

“Very good.” He admits with a soft moan.

“Tell me.” Geralt all but growls.

“Umm well.” His mouth goes dry. He curses mentally, for a wordsmith all words appear to have left him. “She. She used her mouth?”

“Go on.”

Jaskier swallows, willing himself not to get hard. He really didn’t want to make this uncomfortable for Geralt but Geralt’s voice in his ear and the memories of the girl’s mouth on his cock. It’s all too much.

“Gods, Geralt it was…. she was so talented.” He sighs, sinking back into the memory. The room had smelt like sweat and sex and sin, but the bed was soft beneath his fingers as he gripped the sheets. “She swallowed my cock down in one go, oh and the moan. Geralt, it was sinful. You’ve never seen anyone’s lips so good as her’s did around my cock. Her mouth, fuck, so wet and warm.”

“And that did you do?” Geralt asks, a low rumble in his ear.

“I couldn’t help myself.” Jaskier lets out a moan at the memory. “I. I pulled her hair and the noises she made when I fucked her mouth. She took it all so well. She did this thing with her tongue…” Jaskier bites his lip. He’s hard and he just knows Geralt can smell his arousal. “I didn’t even have time to warn her before I came down her throat, and oh how she moaned. She swallowed every last drop.”

Jaskier feels Geralt’s teeth graze against his shoulder and he realises with a start that he can feel Geralt’s erection pressed up against his arse.

Oh.

“Geralt?” He asks, scared that he’ll shatter the moment and Geralt will push him away.

“Hmm?”

“Is. Is this alright?” His voice is breathy as he tries to contain his arousal. Geralt comfort is more important.

There’s a few seconds of tense silence before Geralt answers. “Yes. I like it.”

“Shall I continue?” Jaskier asks.

“Please.”

And so they fall into a routine. Jaskier fucks whoever takes his fancy and later that evening, if Geralt asks, he tells Geralt all about it, slowly becoming less shy with the details. He learns what Geralt enjoys most and what he doesn’t really care for. Sometimes he twists the story to make sure Geralt is getting what he needs out of it. Geralt comes in his own hand to Jaskier’s words and quite often Jaskier isn’t far behind.

It works for them and there’s a certain thrill to it all that Jaskier would have never expected when Geralt first told him he wasn’t interested in having sex. They explore the boundaries of this new part of their relationship. Jaskier learns he can be as filthy as he likes when Geralt asks him to tell him about his latest fuck but they can’t talk about any fantasies involving Geralt. Geralt had asked him to describe it one night and Jaskier agreed. He sat in a chair in the corner of the room and began to weave his tale of how he would worship Geralt’s cock but Geralt froze. Jaskier knew in an instant that something was wrong and his words died on his lips. They didn’t share a bed that night and they haven’t talk about Geralt in bed since.

The greatest surprise comes when Geralt hovers next to him outside the door of the brothel.

Jaskier turns to face his partner with a quirk of his eyebrow. Normally Geralt would have left him for the tavern by now but Geralt is just staring up at the door. Jaskier wonders when the last time Geralt visited a brothel was, back when he tried to fit in with what people expected of a man, probably.

“Geralt?” Jaskier places a hand on Geralt’s bicep.

“Hmm?”

“Did.” Jaskier cuts himself off and bites the inside of his cheek. He really hopes that he isn’t reading this wrong. He can’t lose Geralt, not now. “Did you want to come in?”

Geralt’s hair flies round as he turns to face Jaskier. “What?”

“You could watch?” Jaskier suggests, trying to keep his voice light. “Or not?” He adds with a shrug.

Geralt makes a choking noise and he’s blushing brighter than Jaskier has ever seen him blush before. “You don’t want that.” He mumbled.

Jaskier wants to laugh in sheer astonishment but he doesn’t. He knows laughing will just make Geralt run from him. “Geralt, dear heart, I would love that!”

Geralt glares at him as if he’s grown a second head but Jaskier can’t let go of the idea now. It’s seared into his mind. The thought of Geralt… watching him.

“Fuck.” He moans and he’s already getting hard.

Geralt’s nose flares and Jaskier knows he’s been caught out. “You… you’re aroused?”

“Yes. Well. Thank you, dearest.” Jaskier mumbles. “I hadn’t noticed.”

“You don’t think I’m a pervert?” Geralt’s brow furrows and Jaskier reaches up to try and smooth away the wrinkles.

“No.” He insists. “I want you to watch, as long as you’re comfortable.”

Geralt swallows and looks back at the brothel as if he were preparing to go into battle. “Alright.”

Geralt strides inside and Jaskier is left on the street staring after him until his brain catches up and he scurries after Geralt. It doesn’t take long to persuade the owner to let them share a girl, once they assure her that Geralt will only be watching. Jaskier wants to fight that. If he and Geralt want to share a prostitute and the girl is willing then why shouldn’t they? Just because Geralt is a witcher.

The bloody cheek of it.

But Geralt’s hand is on his back, guiding him upstairs, before he can snap and they’re thrown out of the establishment.

The girl’s name is Anna and Jaskier thinks she’s fucking gorgeous. Her curves are soft where Geralt is all muscle and her dark hair falls down to waist in waves. She winks at them both as they shuffle awkwardly into the room.

“I’ve been told you’re watching, witcher.” She says with one hand on her hips.

Geralt nods stiffly and settles into a chair in the corner of the room as she shuts the door.

“He likes to watch.” Jaskier explains with a wink of his own as she takes him by the hand and leads him to the bed. “And who I am to deny him the pleasure?”

“Jask.” Geralt warns in a low voice.

“What?” He asks, feigning innocence.

“Maybe you should put that mouth of yours to good use, bard.” Geralt suggests with a smirk.

Jaskier blinks, his cock achingly hard in his trousers, and he lets out a soft groan. “I thought you were just watching, witcher!”

Anna laughs and sits on the bed, her legs spread wide. Jaskier’s eyes go wide and he turns back to face Geralt with a tilt of his head. Geralt nods and Jaskier crawls onto the bed, ready to devour the offering in front of him. It’s not often that whores will so boldly put their own pleasure first but Jaskier adores it. He nuzzles at the soft wet folds, relishing in the feel of her warm thighs under his fingers. She lets out a moan as he flicks his tongue out against her clit. He glances up at her, her face with a smirk. She’s flushed already and her eyes are dark with hunger.

“Pull his hair.” Geralt says in a low growl.

She does. Her fingers scrape against his scalp before tugging at his hair, pulling his head back. He feels like he’s on fire and he’s dizzy with lust, a moan escapes his lips and she pushes his head back between her legs. She tastes divine and his head spins as he elicits sinful gasps and curses from her lips and his tongue delves inside her. He hums as he shifts his weight on the bed, trying to get a better angle. His cock drags across the mattress and he whines. He needs the friction. He needs….

She’s tugs again at his hair and he looks up, feeling heady as he wipes his lips.

“Take his clothes off.” Geralt says.

Jaskier blinks and looks over to his partner, crawling off the bed so they can remove his clothes without fuss. Geralt’s hand is wrapped around his cock and he’s leisurely stroking it, as if he has all the time in the world. Jaskier can’t help but watch the slow movements of Geralt’s hand, the way the muscles in his arms flex with every stroke. He swallows as Anna turns his face back so he’s facing her. Her fingers are nimble as she unlaces his trousers and he goes to pull his doublet off.

“Let her.” Geralt orders. “You deserve to be unwrapped, to be savoured.”

Jaskier whimpers but lets his hands drop to his sides. Anna smirks and her lips brush against his neck and gods his legs feel weak underneath him as she slowly removes his doublet, followed by his shirt. She kneels in front of him as she pulls his trousers and underclothes down in one swoop. Jaskier’s breath catches in his throat as she kisses the tip of his cock. He looks over to Geralt who raises an eyebrow.

“Can she?” He asks, not proud of the way his voice cracks but he’s so overwhelmed with the desire that’s burning through his veins.

Geralt nods. “Yes.” His voice is a low growl that makes Jaskier’s breath hitch. “But don’t let him come in your mouth.”

Jaskier groans as he eyes flutter shut. “Fuck.”

He’d forgotten he’d told Geralt that. He likes to come inside his partner. There’s just something so impersonal about spilling into their mouth and he’s not as young as he used to be. It takes him longer these days to get hard again.

She works him over with her mouth, and it’s not long before he’s on the brink of a soul shattering orgasm. Geralt tells her exactly how much teeth to use when pulling off his cock, and he knows that his balls get too sensitive to touch. She swirls her tongue just like Geralt suggest and Jaskier gasps wordlessly before her lips pull off his cock with a pop. He groans in frustration.

“You can fuck her now, Jask.”

Oh gods it’s all too much and it’s perfect. They should have done this months ago. She guides him back towards the bed, tugging him by the hand and he gladly follows, his eyes tearing away from Geralt.

It’s heaven as he sinks into the warmth of her body. She gasps underneath him as she grips the sheets. Jaskier loves to hear the sounds of his lovers but he hates it when it sounds fake. He likes it to be genuine and Geralt knows this. Anna doesn’t whine and scream the way most whores do, on Geralt’s request. Every sound that escapes her pretty red lips is like music to his ears, short gasps as he kisses her neck or long drawn out moans when pulls out inch by inch before slamming back until he’s buried to the hilt.

“Fuck it feels so good.” He moans as he feels his orgasm flying towards him. “Feels so good.”

“That’s it darling.” She gasps. “I’m almost there!”

It’s the pet name that does it. Another one of Geralt’s suggestions.

Sparks cloud his vision and he lets out a loud moan as he spills into her. She cries out and her teeth bite down on his neck as she follows him over the edge.

“Fuck.” He hears Geralt’s grunt from the corner of the room.

Jaskier wants to laugh, giddy from the sex. “Fuck.” He agrees.

They don’t stay the night at the brothel but Anna lets him kiss her goodbye. It’s not long before they are curled up together on a bedroll in the forest, the stars shining high above them.

“Soooo….” Jaskier drawls as he draws a slow pattern on Geralt’s chest. They are both fully clothed now but they enjoy the intimacy of the snuggling and it always makes Jaskier feel like he’s on top of the world after an evening of sexual delights.

“Hmm?”

“The brothel?” Jaskier asked quietly.

“Yeah.”

“We’re so doing that again right?”

Geralt laughs and presses a kiss to his hair. “Yes.” _______

“Aren’t you handsome?” the brunette said in a low voice as she touched Geralt’s arm. The witcher didn’t react anymore than to gently pull away from her grip, standing closer to Jaskier.

“Geralt it’s ok,” Jaskier whispered as he looked inconspicuously around the room. “We’re friends, you can go with her.”

Geralt snorted. “Sorry I’m not interested,” he muttered, not unkindly to the woman. “I’m here with my friend.”

“Oh, I’d heard rumours about a bard and a witcher but I didn’t realise you were together,” she seemed taken aback but nodded, clearly disappointed, and then walked away. “Have a good evening,” she called over her shoulder.

“You didn’t need to do that,” Jaskier said softly, patting Geralt’s cheek. “We agreed you can sleep with whoever you want, even date if you want. I know Yennefer…” Jaskier trailed off.

“I know what we agreed,” Geralt murmured and took Jaskier’s hand in his, lacing their fingers. “But I’m here with you. Unless you were looking for—”

“No!” Jaskier interrupted too hastily. “No,” he repeated more quietly “not tonight at least. I like being here with you. I just. I. I don’t want to be a burden you. I know I’m not enough,” he admitted, feeling a lump in his throat as he spoke.

Broken.

Always broken.

Always alone.

“You’re enough.”

Geralt’s voice, firm and unwavering broke him out of the spiral as fingers pressed against his wrist. “More than enough. You’re Jaskier.”

Jaskier laughed and leant against his witcher’s shoulder. “Eloquent as always my dearest witcher,” he teased. “I love you.”

“I know,” Geralt hummed.

Jaskier smiled softly. It felt nice to tell Geralt that he loved him. It was true, he did love the witcher, very much. Geralt was his best friend, more than that, Geralt was… Jaskier found he didn’t have the right word for it but Geralt was… something important. Geralt was safe, no need to worry about leading him on. The witcher was more than aware of Jaskier’s emotional needs, and Jaskier never had to worry about breaking Geralt’s heart. They just weren’t like that.

He was freeing in its simplicity.

“Jaskier,” Geralt’s fingers snapped in front of his face, pulling him from his spiral.

He plastered a fake smile on his face and clapped his hand on the witcher’s back. “She dumped me,” he lied “I will die a brokenhearted man.”

Geralt raised an eyebrow. “You say that every time.”

Jaskier stammered before pointing at the witcher. “I do not!”

“Hmm.”

“I don’t! I’m a poet, a wordsmith! I have range!”

Geralt snorted. “It’s like the monsters.” Jaskier put his hand on his hip and gestured for Geralt to explain. “All words no truth, doubt you’ve ever really been in love.”

Jaskier froze. No, no no no. This wasn’t right. Geralt was terrible at feelings… wasn’t he? How had the witcher seen through his lies? His hands started to shake. He couldn’t do this. Geralt would think he was broken.

He was right.

“Jaskier?” “Hmm?”

“You know that would be alright? If you hadn’t?” Geralt’s voice was low, soft… grounding.

He bit his lip and hummed again. “Yeah sure,” even to his ears the words were unconvincing.

“My brother, Eskel… he’s the same.”

Jaskier blinked and looked at Geralt, really looked at him. His honey eyes were filled with worry, lips pressed together in a thin line. “The same?”

“Mhmm,” Geralt nodded.

“And you don’t think I’m broken?”

Geralt let out a quiet chuckle and gripped his shoulder, it was warm, heavy, reassuring. “No, Jaskier. You are many things, a pain in my arse mostly, but never broken.”

Jaskier felt his face light up and he threw his arms around Geralt. “Thank you,” he hummed in his witcher’s ear.

“Although…”

“No!” Jaskier whined, pulling back to find Geralt smirking at him. “Don’t ruin it, you arse!”

“Your sense of self-preservation could use some work.”

Jaskier whacked Geralt’s arm. “I hate you.”

“And do you know how to do your doublet up, or is this a choice?”

“Geralt, I mean it!” Jaskier huffed, although his laughs gave him away.

“You’re basically asking for trouble,” Geralt gave him a warm smile.

“Says the man that called the Law of fucking Surprise as a joke!” Jaskier countered, Geralt’s despairing groan making him giggle.

“At least I didn’t walk into a succubus’s layer playing the fucking lute,” Geralt shot back.

Jaskier scoffed. “Oh as if you could,” he hadn’t realised how close they’d gotten until Geralt’s eyes flicked down to his lips. He smirked. “Promise not to fall in love with me?”

Geralt’s cheeks blushed ever so faintly, a beautiful rose pink that looked ever so pretty against his pale skin and snow white hair. He nodded. “Promise.”

Jaskier’s fingers gripped onto the rough black fabric of Geralt’s shirt and pulled his friend into a kiss.

Jaskier sighed and put both hands on his hips. “He’s my best friend. Do you not love your friends, witcher? Fuck, no wonder Geralt took years to bloody admit it. I love him. I’m not in love with him. I don’t go in for romance.” Aiden cackled and swung his arm around Lambert’s shoulders, pressing a sloppy kiss to the redhead’s cheek. “Aww, he’s like you, wolf!”

“Shut up, kitten. Just takes me time. Not all of us fall in love in first sight. It’s gross fairytale shit.” Lambert grumbled but his cheeks lit up in a blush. Eskel frowned. He’d never heard Lambert talk about that before. As far as they’d been aware his relationship with Aiden had been romantic from the start. “What?” Lambert snapped.

“Nothing. Just didn’t know you felt like that.” Eskel grumbled as he scuffed his feet on the floor.

“The vast and beautiful spectrum of love!” Jaskier sang happily and leapt at Geralt. Geralt grunted but caught the bard in his arms. “Melitele knows it is a bard’s bread and butter.”

“Even if you don’t feel it at all?” Eskel muttered quietly.

Jaskier pouted and cupped Geralt’s cheek before jumping back onto the floor. He strolled over to Eskel with a tilt of his head. “Do you love your fellow witchers?”

Eskel frowned and nodded. “They’re family.”

“And the goats?” Jaskier smirked.

Eskel laughed. “Course I do. I’m their dad.”

“What about me? I know you don’t know me that well yet but I like to think we’re friends?” Jaskier looked up at him with wide eyes.

Eskel sighed at the bard’s dramatics. “Fine, yes. You’re not bad bard.”

“Not bad?! Geralt! Tell him.” Jaskier poked Eskel in the chest. “I’m a fucking delight, witcher!”

“Hmm.” Eskel rolled his eyes and swatted Jaskier’s hands away.

“The point is!” Jaskier announced with a flourish. “Love, sex, romance, it can be whatever the fuck you want it to be. Even if you realise that it’s not for you. You glorious witcher, you.”

Eskel offered Jaskier a broad smile and clapped him over the back. “Thank you, bard. That. That means a lot.”

- - -

Jaskier was setting out chips when the front door slammed open. 

“Hey fuckers, don’t fear, I have arrived! And so has beer.” Lambert strode through the door and pushed it closed. 

“You ever heard of knocking?” Jaskier asked mildly.

“You ever heard of I don’t give a fuck?”

“So nice to see you, Lambert! A joy as always,” Jaskier said. 

“You too, Chuckles.” Lambert clapped a hand on Jaskier’s shoulder as he passed. Geralt came out of the kitchen to see him.

“Hey dipshit, glad you could make it. There’s room for those in the fridge.” He gestured to the case of beer Lambert was carrying as he went over to Jaskier to hand him a blended margarita. 

“Thank you, dear!” Jaskier said, smiling brightly up at his roommate. 

A few minutes later there was a sharp knock at the door. Geralt opened it and let Renfri in. 

“I come bearing rum, coke and donuts,” she announced. 

“Donuts?!” Jaskier exclaimed. 

“They only had hearts, but I fixed them.”

“You…fixed them?”

“We had Halloween sprinkles in the cupboard…” She produced the box of donuts out of the bag. They had skull and ghost sprinkles squished into the red icing. Jaskier took one look and started giggling, quickly doubling over and gasping for breath. 

“… What?” Renfri asked, affronted. Jaskier straightened up, wiping his eyes and trying to catch his breath. 

“No, They’re perfect. I love them, Ren.”

“Ok.”

- - -

“A dick,” Lambert said. 

Jaskier shook his head. 

“A dick with balls.” Lambert amended. 

Jaskier rolled his eyes and shook his head more emphatically. He drew over some lines, trying to emphasize his drawing. 

“It is! It’s a dick.” 

“Ugh!” Jaskier threw his hands up in exasperation. 

“Time’s up!” Geralt called out.

“You’re the dick, Lambert,” Jaskier said.

“You’d be lucky to get this dick,” Lambert replied. Jaskier ignored him.

“It’s a dog! It’s obviously a dog.”

“It’s obviously not, you’re a shit artist.”

“Whyyy am I teamed up with you.”

“Because you said brothers teamed up together was an unfair advantage, and we said so was roommates.”

Jaskier sighed and stared at the ceiling.

“We are going to lose so badly.”

“Not my fault you have no artistic talent.”

Jaskier snorted.

“Not my fault you have a one-track mind.”

Lambert shrugged. 

“I will accept my fate if you fetch me a donut?” Jaskier offered. 

“Why would I fetch you a donut?!”

“Because I’m pretty?” Jaskier fluttered his eyelashes at his friend. 

“Fuck that. Get me a donut.”

“You guessed the same wrong answer until we ran out of time! You get us both a donut.”

“Fine. But I’m licking them both.”

“If I get rabies you’re paying for my medical care.”

Lambert barked out a laugh as he headed to the kitchen.

“What, Geralt didn’t have you vaccinated? Thought he was a more responsible pet owner.”

- - -

They watched The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Lambert sprawled across the couch, Jaskier and Renfri on either side of Geralt, sitting against the couch with pillows and blankets and bowls of popcorn. Jaskier and Renfri shouted responses back and forth, and threw popcorn in place of the rice that Geralt had forbidden. Lambert joined in the shouting whenever it was an insult. At the end of the night Lambert and Renfri headed home. Jaskier leaned into Geralt, not wanting to leave his warm side quite yet. 

“Thank you,” Jaskier whispered. 

“Of course,” Geralt murmured back. “Better than moping?”

“Much.”

“I’m glad.”

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