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My apologies for the delay on this one! 💖 I was so happy to receive this request, and I hope you enjoy this follow-up!

(first part here)

The sun begins to rise as Geralt dispatches the last of the ghosts, his chest heaving and blood running black. One of them caught him on the arm with a nasty attack he hadn’t seen coming, and in his desperation to keep his competitive edge he had downed one Swallow too many. The land has been freed of its curse and the tragic souls confined here have been sent onward by force, but Geralt can’t rejoice, not when his body is still trying to succumb to the toxins.

It feels natural to fall to his knees and assume a position of near-prayer as he struggles to catch his breath. His vision blurs too, senses heightening now that there are no enemies to claim his focus. The distant orange sun peeks over the horizon and Geralt welcomes the small, likely imagined warmth, basking in it as best he can. He wants nothing more than to collapse into meditation or perhaps just sleep so that healthy blood can circulate back through his veins and banish the traitorous potions.

He can’t rest here. He made a promise. Geralt gives in to his other desire, surrendering to the distraction he’s been purposely avoiding all night. His hand sneaks up, seemingly of its own volition, to feel out the handkerchief he had awkwardly shoved between his shirt and breastplate. He still feels like shit, and he’s pretty sure the scratch on his arm will need a full day to heal. But as his fingertips brush over the soft hem, his haggard breath catches in his throat.

Geralt, impossibly, finds himself smiling.

heeheehoohoo

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“Where’d you go this afternoon?”

Geralt stops dead in his tracks, the handle of the front door still in his hand, one foot inside the apartment. “What?”

Jaskier’s standing in the hallway, arms crossed in front of his chest, expression somewhere on the fine line between icy cold and dangerously stormy. “Where. Did. You. Go. This. Afternoon,” he repeats, every word emphasized through gritted teeth.

“I- I uh...” Truth is, Geralt can’t tell Jaskier. Not yet at least. “I was at work.”

“No, you weren’t.”

Lie. Tell a lie. A good one. “How do you even know I wasn’t there?” Shit. 

“Because I went to visit, you idiot!” Jaskier’s voice is loud now, probably loud enough to carry through the walls of the apartment and Geralt involuntarily winces. 

“Jask-”

“Don’t Jask me! I thought I’d do something nice for you when you said we couldn’t have lunch together because of your work! I thought, hey, why don’t I bring lunch to him instead, surely my wonderful boyfriend who never lies to me deserves that! But you weren’t even there! So, where’d you go?”

“I, uhh. I was...” He tries to lie, he really does, but he knows that Jaskier’s gonna know. Jaskier can always tell when he lies. “I went to the mall.”

Jaskier’s nose scrunches up and his shoulders drop, his anger momentarily replaced with complete and utter confusion. “But you hate the mall.”

Jaskier knows him too well. “Yeah, but I had to buy something. For you. And...”

“You didn’t want me to know.” There’s a giddy glint in Jaskier’s eyes, anger gone like snow under the sun, his boyfriend's emotions fickle as always.

“Hmm.”

“So you lied to me.”

“Hmm.”

Jaskier practically bounces towards him and throws his arms around Geralt's neck, leaning his head on his shoulder and looking up at Geralt through fluttering lashes. The flirty expression he's undoubtedly going for is completely annihilated by the grin that splits his face open and the laughter lines around his eyes that Geralt loves so much.

"What'd you get me?" Jaskier singsongs, vibrating with excitement.

"I can't tell you yet." He will, though. Geralt can never say no to Jaskier.

His boyfriend pouts, though there's still something giddy in his blue eyes, ruining the effect of the dramatic expression. "Please, Geralt."

"I can't tell you," he repeats.

"Geralt," Jaskier whines. "Surely you would not treat me so cruelly. Not after I came to your office this afternoon to eat lunch with you."

He sighs as if he relents, though he's done that five minutes ago already. "Fine."

Jaskier pulls back, bouncing on his feet in pure, unbridled glee as Geralt reaches into his coat pocket. The smile mutes when Geralt pulls out the small velvet box he paid an arm and a leg for earlier that day.

"Geralt, that's not..." Jaskier's voice is soft, hesitant yet hopeful. "It isn't."

Now it's Geralt's turn to smile as he opens the box, the golden ring inside catching the fluorescent lights of the hallway.

thank you for this lovely prompt! <3 and you are amazing!!!

CW: just a bit of hungry smooches and mention of butt grabbing, but that’s about it, 435 words, geraskier

special thanks to @stinastar for proofreading, just wait till I master the art of eel magic :D

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“Master witcher!” Jaskier bowed deeply when he reached Geralt’s table.  “Can you spare a moment of your time? I am in need of your assistance - your...special skills.” He winked and Geralt raised his eyebrows, one corner of his mouth twitching. Jaskier had been performing at this banquet for two hours now and Geralt had watched him, waiting for what was surely to come now. 

To conceal his amusement he licked his lips and noticed with satisfaction that Jaskier’s eyes followed the movement. Geralt stood up and said to the grey haired men next to him, who had bored him with the falling prices of rye, “if you’ll excuse me.” Not waiting for an answer, he motioned for Jaskier to lead the way. 

When they were out of the banquet hall Jaskier grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers. A warm feeling spread through his chest and he squeezed Jaskier’s hand quickly. Even though they had been together for a few months now, this small gesture, the intertwining of their fingers, not as a necessity to stay together in a dark cave or crowded market, but just because they wanted to and could, still felt thrilling to Geralt. 

“What did you want to talk to me about?” 

“I didn’t,” Jaskier said, and pulled him into an empty room. He kicked the door shut behind them and pressed Geralt against the wall. The next moment Jaskier’s lips were on his.

Since their friendship had turned into something else, Geralt had started hating banquets considerably less. He still hated the formal and too-stiff clothing, and having to listen to the deathly boring chatter of nobles. But now he could look forward to this. Whenever Jaskier had the chance to take a break between songs, when he could slip away from the hosts and guests who wanted to talk to the charismatic bard, he would snatch Geralt and they would sneak away in a broom closet, a hidden part of a garden or an alcove behind thick curtains and smooch. 

Geralt pulled Jaskier closer until their bodies were pressed together. Jaskier’s lips tasted of the expensive heavy red wine, and when he sucked at his plush lower lip, Jaskier moaned. In the next moment he felt Jaskier’s tongue gently pressing between his lips and he opened them for him. Jaskier’s hand was in his hair, holding him steady as they hungrily kissed as if their lives depended on it. 

He could not get enough of this, of him. Years spent silently sneaking glances at Jaskier, tracing the exquisite curve of his lips only with his eyes, guessing at how soft they were, had not prepared him for these experiences. Both of them had not realized how hungry they had been for one another, and now they did not hold back any longer. 

Jaskier was sucking marks into Geralt’s neck and Geralt had grabbed his butt, when they heard someone grumble loudly in the hallway. “Where is this goddamned bard? We pay a fortune for him and he hides away.” Jaskier giggled and sucked another mark into Geralt’s neck. 

“I wouldn’t call it a fortune, but he is probably right that I need to sing a few more songs.”

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I love you Panda, please ignore how long it took me to get around to this.

resfeber - the thrill before an adventure

CW: None

Summary: Spring comes again, and Jaskier is always ready for it.

Taglist: at the bottom - let me know if you want on/off it!

Trying to get some prompts done, so setting a 5 minute timer for each of them and hoping for the best!

It was something he felt every spring. The shifting in the air as warmer weather rolled in, snow melting and leaving the branches dripping above him as he walked the cobblestone paths between the academic buildings. A gentle breeze carrying the scent of fresh buds through the air, his coat becoming a bit too warm in the sun but still a necessity when he packed his bags for class in the early mornings.

Spring was Jaskier's favorite time of year, though it was more what came of it than the season itself that called to him.

Everything in him seemed to stir. Fingers tapping at the edge of his notebook as he worked through another song, the slow ballads of winter becoming faster. More and more his gaze would turn out the window, onto the coming horizon, the air crisp in his lungs as he stared longingly at the light that shinned down on the path out of town.

Every spring, he felt it. The giddiness, the nervousness, restless until it kept him up at night. And when the snow finally melted, the weather no longer so foul and cold that he wouldn't be able to safely travel on his own, Jaskier's bags would already have been packed and sitting next to his front door for a week or more.

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.  Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips

Lend Me A Hand is the title of my upcoming modern Gerlion au >:))

It’s something I’m very excited about!! I’ve been working on it for a few months now and it’s quite a monster of a document.

Anyways, here’s now the snippet!!

Fake dating!! Don’t mind if I do! I am so glad someone chose this one!! ____________

Geralt wasn’t entirely sure why he’d come to the bar. He didn’t want to be around people. It was cheaper to drink at home, and the music wasn’t quite so deafening in his flat.

And yet, here he was, nursing a pint of ale and glowering at anyone that came too close. He hadn’t realised that drinking alone by the bar would gather so much attention. He sighed and hunched over his drink more, hoping to give off more intimidating vibes than flirty ones. He heard the clack of heels approach and he almost growled at the approaching blonde. She wasn’t unattractive and on another night he might have been interested but really he just wanted to be alone.

He’d broken up with Yennefer… again.

Or more actually she’d broken up with him… again.

Fuck it. He wasn’t sure how much of their on and off relationship he could take. He loved her but with Yen that never seemed to be enough. So he’d decided to get drunk and getting drunk at his flat by himself had just seemed like a depressing idea. Past him was an idiot. Anything was better than this loud mess of a bar.

“Darling!” An arm wrapped around his shoulder and lips brushed against his cheek.

“What the fuck?” He growled as a man draped himself over Geralt.

The lips on his cheek trailed up to his ear. “Help me.” The man whispered. “My ex.”

Geralt glanced over to where the man was gesturing. An attractive brunette was making her way across the bar. Geralt raised his eyebrow at the man who was now sitting half in his lap. It was the first time Geralt had seen the man’s face. He had soft brown hair that kept falling in front of his eyes, eyes that were the most beautiful shade of blue that Geralt had ever seen. The man was chewing on his lower lip, anxiously awaiting Geralt’s decision.

“You’re late.” He grumbled with a slight nod.

The man lit up with the most dazzlingly smile and wrapped his arms around Geralt’s neck, shifting so he was completely now using Geralt as his chair. “I’m so sorry, dearest.” He cooed loudly and buried his face in Geralt’s neck. “I’m Jaskier.” He muttered quietly so only Geralt could hear.

“Jaskier.” Geralt repeated, testing the name out for himself. It was a pretty name and somehow seemed to suit Jaskier perfectly. He wrapped his arms around Jaskier’s waist to stop him from falling off his lap. “I. I missed you?”

Fuck he was never very good at drama at school, but he wanted to try. He didn’t want to put Jaskier in danger with his shit acting skills.

Jaskier laughed. It was melodic and as gorgeous as the man himself. “Oh darling, I missed you too.” Jaskier pressed another kiss to Geralt’s cheek. He felt himself blush under Jaskier’s open affection.

This wasn’t how he saw his evening going but suddenly being alone seemed like a fucking terrible idea. He glanced back over at the brunette. She was standing nearby with her hands on her hips, not looking very impressed with their display. Fuck. He looked back at Jaskier. His face was flushed probably from alcohol. Geralt really didn’t want to seem like he was taking advantage of their situation but Jaskier had asked for his help.

How about a number 18 for the sensory prompts? 👀💖

hello darling, thank you for the prompt!! now this was a thing because huh, Lips, you know. anyway this gets a teeny bit horny in the very end but that's it, they get a room. hope you enjoy!! 💞

18. red wine stained lips

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After a couple cups of wine, the world starts blurring at the edges. It's alright, for Geralt. He knows it takes more for him to get drunk. Still, he finds himself unable to explain the heat burning him whole, making his knees tremble, weak. The smoke of the bonfires floats on the air, along with the music and the laughter and the cheerful cries running through the trees and waking the forest. The night is warm.

He spots Jaskier dancing in a large circle, signing, roaming like a wild animal, a nymph enchanting every being with its passing. Geralt could discern dozens of eyes baring him with their look, hazy from wine and the night. His among them. Only that he is neither laughing nor drinking. And the heat on his nape isn't because of the night. And the way his eyes are fixed on the bard ask for more than what would be just one night, should he walk away with someone else. Geralt smiles bitterly to himself. He always does.

He thinks of drinking another cup of wine. To blur the edges more. Then maybe, maybe he would be braver. Or, at least, he would have an excuse.

He looks away for just one moment, leaning on the wall behind him. When he returns his look, he meets two blue eyes piercing him from afar, coming closer. He swallows. Gods, Jaskier is smiling at him and he knows he needs no wine to get more drunk than he already is, looking at him.

Happy Birthday @dapandapod I hope you have a wonderful day. A short fluffy Geraskier piece for you my dear :)

The noise of the bubbling stream, the crackle of the fire, the soft wind rustling through the canopy of leaves above, the hooting of an owl, the occasional shift from the chestnut mare tethered to a sapling near by.

Jaskier sighed contentedly as he leaned against his pack, watching the dancing flames and listening to the melodies of the night. He was warm, stomach full and feeling tired after the long day of walking.

Usually he would pick up his lute and weave the night into song, but he was happy enough just enjoying the peace.

He glanced at the Witcher fiddling with something near Roach and had to stifle a yawn as Geralt rose to his feet and joined him by the fire.

With a gentle elegance that still surprised Jaskier to this day, Geralt sat beside him and smiled, his amber eyes bright in the light of the flames.

Jaskier leaned into him. Geralt hummed deep in his throat.

“Here,” the Witcher said quietly, pressing a small paper bag into Jaskier’s hand.

The bard sat up slightly, brow furrowed.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“Just...just open it,” there was a timidness in Geralt’s gruff voice and Jaskier felt his heart melt.

“You’ve never given me a gift before,” Jaskier beamed at him.

Geralt grunted. A noise somewhere between embarrassment and an apology.

Carefully Jaskier examined the bag. Whatever was inside was light and soft, barely thicker than the bag itself. With curiosity in his expression, he opened the paper bad and tipped the contents into his palm. A bright smile erupted across his face.

It was a handkerchief. Very simple, white with embroidered edging and a small yellow dandelion in the corner.

“Geralt,” he breathed softly, lifting his blue gaze to capture amber.

“I remembered you lost your other one running from Drowners,” Geralt fidgeted with his fingers, “and I saw it in the market today and uh...”

“Thank you,” Jaskier leaned in to brush his lips against Geralt’s warm cheek.

A small smile lit up Geralt’s face. Jaskier’s stomach fluttered and he brought a hand up to caress the side of Geralt’s face as he pressed a kiss to Geralt’s lips.

“Thank you love,” Jaskier mumbled against his mouth.

“Hm,” Geralt rumbled, tucking an arm around Jaskier and pulling him into his chest.

Jaskier curled up into his warmth, looking at the handkerchief still twined with his fingers.