#geraskilion

And as for Geralt he just wanted to climb into the arms of his husbands as they bickered about who got to braid his hair. He could be listening to Jaskier’s heartbeat whilst Dandelion sang about the beauty of the Continent, or buried under a mess of blond curls whilst Jaskier pontificated about everything and nothing. It didn’t really matter, half the time Geralt didn’t listen. He just liked the warm melodic tenor of his husband’s voice so it didn’t matter what he was wittering on about.

“Geralt!” Dandelion called from the living room. “Is that you, darling?”

“Yeah,” he grunted.

“Wonderful , Jask just went out to pick up some Chinese, we ordered your usual. I hope you don’t mind, love?” Dandelion asked as he appeared in the hallway.

Gods, he was beautiful. Jaskier had obviously been practicing his braiding again. Along the side of Dandelion’s hair was an intricate plait, strands of hair woven in from… well everywhere it looked like. The plait almost looked like rope the way it was twisted around. On the other side was a more familiar looking braid, but there was blue ribbon weaved into the golden strands of hair that really brought out the colour of Dandelion’s eyes.

There was a glowing smile on the musician’s face that melted Geralt’s heart, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes lighting up the entire world. Geralt sighed as he dropped his bag and strode across the hall, falling into Dandelion’s waiting arms.

“Hmm.”

“Long day, love?”

“Mhmm.”

They couldn’t stay like that forever. He knew that… but gods, he wanted to. Geralt could stay wrapped up in Dandelion’s arms for the rest of the evening- well until Jaskier came home. Then all three of them could retreat to their bedroom and just…

Not exist?

Wasn’t that a lovely thought?

Marking.

Fuck.

“Hmm… gotta go work,” he grumbled as he tried to pull away.

“Absolutely not!” Dandelion cried, pulling Geralt back into the hug. “You, mister, are dead on your feet. It’s a Friday- the books can wait.”

“But-”

“No buts, Geralt!” Dandelion glared down at him fiercely, as he poked Geralt on the nose.

“We are having date night. You already stayed late at school… please?”

Geralt had never been able to say no to Dandelion, or to Jaskier. That was how the three of them had ended up together in the first place. Geralt and Dandelion had been married for a couple of years by the time Jaskier swung into their life, younger and brilliant and free. Polyamory hadn’t been something Geralt had expected but as he turned to face his husband, he knew that Dandelion was just as smitten for the young hairdresser as he was.

It had been an easy decision to make.

Less easy to negotiate, especially with jealousy, and even bringing it up to Jaskier in the first place, but even back then Jaskier had known them better than they knew themselves. He’d rolled his eyes as the pair of them tried to figure out the words, and promptly kissed them one after another, declaring that he would be honoured to join them.

They still argued at times, but… well… so did every couple? And Jaskier had only enhanced their marriage, bringing so much joy into their lives that they’d never turned back. After only a year, they had a private ceremony, led by a family friend, and Jaskier was their husband. Equals in every way.

And now Geralt couldn’t imagine his life without both of them. The three of them balanced each other out in a way Geralt hadn’t realised was possible outside of monogamous relationships. Sometimes he would have dates with one or other of his husbands, sometimes with both… and sometimes he would come home to find the pair snuggled up in front of the TV with an empty bottle of wine on the side, and some strange high brow music show still rolling in the dark.

Despite the aching exhaustion he felt, with them he felt happy.

“Please, love?” Dandelion asked again, pouting with his whole body, wide-eyed and beautiful.

“Fine,” Geralt grunted.

Maybe he did need a break anyway. Dandelion pulled him to the sofa and soon enough they were a tangled mess of limbs, with his husband happily humming away underneath him. It was easy to worry that he would crush Dandelion like this, but he always argued that he liked it when Geralt squished him, and Geralt enjoyed being allowed to feel small for once. He rested his head on Dandelion’s chest, listening to the steady flutter of his heart, starting to drift off into a doze when the front door slammed.

“I’m home!” Jaskier called loudly, the smell of BBQ ribs and spice floating through the hall into the living room. “Oh brilliant! Geralt’s home! Does he know? Have you told him? Do I get to burn the book?!”

“No.”

“Aww, come on,” Jaskier teased, and Geralt heard him put the bag on the table then there was a press of lips against his hair. “Not even a page?”

“No, Jask,” he replied, grumbling into the mess of Dandelion’s hair.

“Grumpy baby,” his husband cooed, “hello, dear heart.”

There was the sound of kissing above him followed by Dandelion’s musical laugh.

“He’s been a grump since he got home love. Nothing some good food, wine and cuddles won’t fix,” Dandelion hummed, another kiss placed on Geralt's hair.

“Budge up then, dearest of hearts, loves of my life!”

“No,” Geralt huffed again, regretting the decision immediately when he felt the weight of his husband on his legs. “Fuck.”

“Move!”

“Hmm.” But Geralt did shift so his legs were on top of Jaskier’s lap rather than beneath him, enjoying the lighter weight of Jaskier’s arms on his calves. “Better.”

“Nap first I think, darling,” Dandelion suggested. “We can heat up the dinner after.”

He meant to reply, but the exhaustion overcame him, and with his husbands safe beside him, Geralt fell asleep.

_

Calling it morning would have been a lie. The sun was well up into the sky while Jaskier was still stretched across the rather large bed, their bare skin showing little red teeth marks from the night before, chest and neck littered with them. With a light touch, a hum on their lips, Jaskier traced idle patterns into their own skin, remembering the paths other fingers had taken - though the touch held less lust and more a reluctance to let go of the soft feeling that had followed their roll in the sheets.

When the door opened, Jaskier’s eyes fluttered, a lax and lazy smile crossing their lips as one of their husbands entered the room. Dandelion looked as breathtaking as ever, his hair neatly curled, beard groomed, deft fingers working on the lacings to the dark green doublet he’d decided to wear. Dressed up as if the world was his stage and he owned that stage, as well as half of Jaskier’s heart.

“You know I love you like this, darling. Spread out on the bed for me, naked and waiting.” There was a brilliant smile on Dandelion’s lips that had Jaskier sighing like the fool in love they were, eyes fluttering closed once more as Dandelion sat down on the edge of the bed to card his fingers through their messy hair. “But the day does go on, love. I’ve sent Geralt out to procure us something halfway decent for breakfast - you will be joining us, yes? Hopefully in less...distracting attire.”

“I don’t know,” Jaskier said slowly, leaning into the hand that now caressed their cheek. “One greasy witcher, a bard dressed for a banquet, and a bard in the nude. What a team we’d be.”

“Oh, darling, I have no doubt that we’d team up.” When Jaskier looked up and saw the heat in Dandelion’s eyes, they almost laughed, caught up in the feeling of rightness and wholeness they’d found in the arms of both their husbands the night prior - and more than a little smug over the fact that they could have any sort of effect on the gorgeous man in front of them. “I would just rather be able to eat my breakfast, instead of seeing it all over the floor. Or your backside.”

“On the kitchen table?” Jaskier caught his hand then, kissing Dandelion’s fingertips, the soft presses not matching the teasing tone their words took. Their whole body had started to gravitate towards their dear husband, seeking out his touch and warmth without Jaskier putting any real thought into it.

Dandelion leaned over to press his own lips to Jaskier’s forehead, his long, blond curls slipping over his shoulder and tickling Jaskier’s nose. It took effort to not crawl straight into the man’s lap and bury themselves into him. “What can I say? My husbands have a significantly lesser amount of decorum than I do.”

“You love it.” Jaskier caught their tongue between their teeth, brilliant blue eyes staring up at their husband in wonder.

Their noses brushed together as Dandelion leaned ever closer. “I love you.”

In another moment, their lips were brushing together, but their almost kiss was interrupted by a chuckle from the doorway. Jaskier pouted as Dandelion sat up and away from them again, though they could never be truly disappointed to see their oh so rude interrupter. Geralt was leaning against the doorway, a bag of presumably ‘halfway decent breakfast food’ hanging from one of his crossed arms. Dashing smile, relaxed street clothes, his hair pulled back and his eyes roaming every inch of Jaskier’s skin that he could see - how anyone could look at this man and see a monster was beyond them.

That look and those hungry eyes only fueled that familiar warmth sweeping over their skin, and suddenly Jaskier wasn’t all that determined to soak in the softness of their night together anymore.

“Clothes, Jaskier. Then breakfast.” Jaskier just found themselves nodding at what Geralt was saying, sitting up and sighing when Dandelion kissed their shoulder all the way up to one of the more visible marks left on their neck. Though if Geralt didn’t want them to get handsy now, him standing there and watching really wasn’t helping. Something he knew all too well, the jerk, given the flash of teeth he sent the two bards on the bed. “Fun can come after you’re taken care of.”

“Cruel tease of a witcher,” Jaskier mumbled under their breath, though they notably swung their legs off of the bed as soon as Dandelion moved so they could. Not that Dandelion was free from their accusations either, Jaskier shooting them a dramatic look of betrayal as they walked towards the door - though all they received in turn was a wink and a kiss blown their way in turn.

When Jaskier had been portalled into a whole new realm, a parallel universe as it were, the last thing he’d expected was to end up in a relationship with another version of himself, and his life-long crush; Geralt of Rivia. Really, after so many years of travelling with his Geralt, he should have expected the unexpected, and if anyone was going to fuck themselves it would be him.

Or maybe Yennefer?

She definitely seemed like she was into some kinky shit. Yeah, she’d definitely fuck herself given the chance, and really Jaskier couldn’t blame her. He was hardly an innocent party, but Dandelion had been so fascinating and so beautiful that really Jaskier hadn’t stood a chance.

They were alike in many ways, but equally just as different, enough to make it absolutely thrilling. Dandelion knew exactly what Jaskier liked in bed, and their libidos pretty much matched, leading to a rather ridiculous amount of sex all around Geralt’s estate at Corvo Bianco. Clothes were a thing of the past, and if the surface was free enough, then it was very likely to be used for their exploits.

Geralt seemed almost relieved by Jaskier’s presence in their world, finally able to take a break from his bard’s insatiable sexual appetite. In this world, the witcher had a fondness for watching, sitting comfortably in the corner of the room, quite content to ignore his own erection as the two bards fucked each other in a frenzy. It was even hotter when Geralt took himself in hand, grunting as he came to the sight of his boyfriends. That always took Jaskier’s breath away, making his skin tingle and his cock twitch even mere moments after he’d cum.

But the best times were when Jaskier and Dandelion could lure their witcher boyfriend into their arms, lavishing him with attention, waxing poetry as they worshipped his body. Sometimes he would fuck one of them as they sucked the other’s cock. Other times, they would fuck Geralt at the same time. It took far too much thought and planning for Jaskier’s liking, but the end result was worth it, seeing Geralt’s hole stretched around both their cocks.

Fuck.

Was it any wonder that he couldn’t keep his hands to himself? He was just horny all the time, all the sinful memories trapped in his mind, replaying at the most inconvenient times, like when he was trying to write his entry into the Toussaint Bardic competition, for instance.

Well, if he was going to fail then the best thing he could do was drag Dandelion down with him. He smirked as he sprung from his chair in his office, and went to find his boyfriend.

“Lion?” he called as he wandered around the house, padding barefoot along the stone floors.

“In here!” Dandelion called back from the lounge, a couple of velvet couches set up in the front of the house.

Perfect.

Jaskier smiled seductively as he slid into his boyfriend’s lap, knocking the book from his hands and sending it tumbling to the floor.

“Hello,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Dandelion’s neck as he brushed the long blond hair behind his back. Dandelion let out a soft sigh, tilting his neck to give Jaskier better access, the skin already sporting a rather lovely dark bruise from Jaskier’s attention the night before. “I missed you.”

“Darling, it’s barely been an hour,” Dandelion reminded him, trailing his fingers along Jaskier’s spine, making him shiver as he kissed the hickey he’d already left behind.

“Hmm… far too long,” Jaskier agreed, nibbling at Dandelion’s ear and then capturing the poet’s lips in a lazy kiss, licking into his mouth, the taste of fiorano lingering on the poet’s tongue, rich and tantalizing, reminding Jaskier of their many picnics together in the fields surrounding the vineyards.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to turn heated, Jaskier wriggling in Dandelion’s lap, the poet’s hard cock pressed up against his arse. His fingers threaded into soft golden curls as he moaned into the kiss, yanking hard at the hair in his hands just to hear the sweet sound of his boyfriend’s moans, and Jaskier sat up just enough so he could reach behind him to guide Dandelion’s cock inside him, already loose and well slicked from Geralt’s cock not an hour before.

“Oh gods,” Dandelion gasped, his lips never leaving Jaskier’s. “You little whore.”

“Can’t leave you two alone for a minute.”

Jaskier moaned loudly as he turned to the door, and sure enough, there was Geralt gazing back at them with dark golden eyes, his arms crossed in front of his chest. He licked his lips as his eyes roamed over Jaskier’s body, lingering where Dandelion’s cock was pressed into his arse. Jaskier winked at the witcher, slowly pulling off Dandelion's cock before sinking back down with a choked gasp, biting down on his lip.

“Fuck, Geralt, it feels so good, he fills me up so well,” Jaskier whined, rolling his hips to drive Dandelion deeper inside him.

“Not well enough if you’re still running your mouth, darling,” the poet purred, capturing Jaskier’s lips in a searing kiss, nails scraping down Jaskier’s back as he thrust up, hitting that sweet spot with ease, sending sparks flying across Jaskier’s vision, and before he could recover, Dandelion had thrust up again.

“Ah- f-fuck!” Jaskier gasped, the words muffled as Geralt’s lips covered his, the taste of fine wine replaced dwarven spirit, but Jaskier didn’t mind, he could spend a lifetime kissing Geralt and never get bored, especially whilst impaled on Dandelion’s cock.

Geralt’s hand pinched Jaskier’s nipple as his tongue delved into Jaskier’s mouth, leaving him breathless, and falling towards oblivion as Dandelion fucked into him with sharp thrusts. Calloused fingers trailed through the thick dark hair on his chest until they finally wrapped around Jaskier’s cock, and with just a few quick tugs, Jaskier spilled all over Geralt’s hand, droplets of cum hitting Dandelion’s chest.

Before Jaskier could catch his breath, he was pulled into Geralt’s arms, away from his beautiful poet, and he let out a soft whine, reaching out for Dandelion. “Lion…” he slurred, gazing at his boyfriend through the fog in his mind.

“I’m here, my dear buttercup, no witcher can take you away from me, isn’t that right, Geralt?” Dandelion purred, licking his lips as he looked at Geralt over Jaskier’s shoulder.

“Wouldn’t even try,” Geralt agreed, humming as Dandelion stood up, leaning into Geralt’s side as the pair of them shared a deep kiss. “Bedroom, more room there.”

“Excellent plan, my dear.”

“Hmm,” Jaskier agreed, mouthing at Geralt’s shoulder.

When Geralt finally kicked open their shared bedroom, Dandelion crawled onto the mattress and then beckoned them with a crook of his finger. “Won’t you join me, loves?”

“With pleasure,” Geralt growled, setting Jaskier down in the middle of the bed and then pulling Dandelion into another kiss over Jaskier, until Jaskier started to pout, feeling needy and left out.

He managed to get his hand between the two, pushing Geralt back onto the bed, and positioning himself between the two as he kissed down the witcher’s body, nibbling gently at each and every scar that passed under his lips. Finally, Dandelion joined him, licking and kissing at Geralt’s nipples as he straddled one leg, his still hard cock leaking as he rutted against the thick muscles of Geralt’s thigh. It was a dizzying sight, and Jaskier’s cock was already threatening to fill out once more. He groaned into Geralt’s skin as his teeth nipped at the soft curve of Geralt’s stomach.

“Gods, you’re so hot,” he murmured, one hand pressed against Dandelion’s thigh, as the poet rode the witcher so beautifully, golden curls falling in front of his face as he lost himself in his own pleasure, the most beautiful medley of moans and gasps escaping his lips.

“Oh fuck,” Dandelion moaned, long lutist fingers wrapped around his cock as he brought himself off, his cum covering Geralt’s stomach, tantalizingly close to Jaskier’s lips and tongue.

“Such a mess,” Geralt hummed, his fingers carding through Jaskier’s head, eyes dark with hunger as he watched his two bards use his body for their pleasure. “Clear it up.” The order was gentle, more of a suggestion but it still had Jaskier’s head reeling and he let out an obscene moan, crawling back up Geralt’s body to lick the mess of cum off the pale skin.

It wasn’t his favourite taste, but he felt filthy, and wasn’t that just the best fucking feeling when having sex with the two most beautiful people in all the universes.

When he was done, Dandelion pulled him into a sloppy kiss as both their hands reached for Geralt’s cock together. They laughed as they broke apart, eyes meeting, two very different bards, but still the same in so many ways…

Without talking, they both settled between Geralt’s thighs, Jaskier taking the head of his cock into his mouth, whilst Dandelion kissed the shaft. Above them, Geralt swore, his hips bucking off the mattress, and he dick fucking deeper into Jaskier’s mouth. Jaskier whined, a little surprised but taking Geralt’s cock with practiced ease, hollowing his cheeks, and bobbing his head as the witcher settled back onto the bed. Next to him, Dandelion hummed happily, kissing at the soft pale skin of Geralt’s thighs, and as he met Jaskier’s eyes he winked, and bit down hard, nearly breaking the skin. Geralt cursed, a growl tearing from his throat as he struggled to catch his breath, but the two of them managed to keep him pinned to the bed as they worked. With a content hum, Jaskier pulled off of Geralt’s cock, sharing a quick kiss with Dandelion before they swapped places, the poet licking a long stripe up the underside of Geralt’s cock before swallowing it down, Jaskier’s hand stroking the base where Dandelion couldn’t quite fit it all in without damaging his throat.

The bite mark on Geralt’s thigh was already red and swollen, a perfect indentation of Dandelion’s teeth marking the witcher as his. Well, that wouldn’t do at all.

Jaskier giggled, his lips grazing over the tender skin on Geralt’s other thigh, mirroring where Dandelion's mark was, and nipped gently, kissing and nibbling all the way down to Geralt’s knee. He pressed a single kiss to the side of Geralt’s knee, a silvery scar marring the skin there, and then ran his nose back up along the inside of his thigh until he reached his mark. As Geralt’s gasps and pants grew more frantic, Jaskier bit down, sucking a dark bruise into the skin, just as the witcher came with a guttural moan that would haunt Jaskier’s dreams for years to come.

“Fuck!” Geralt cursed, the word slurred as he slowly recovered from his orgasm, letting Dandelion and Jaskier kiss him lazily until one golden eye cracked open, the taste of their witcher’s cum lingering on their tongues.

“Fuck indeed,” Jaskier sighed, and the three of them collapsed onto the bed, far too exhausted to move.

_

Meeting Geralt was a lot less dramatic. Dandelion had been out drinking with some old school friends, so Jaskier had wandered to the other side of town to give his soulmate some space. The old bar had attracted him like a moth to a flame. It looked like something out of an old western film and Jaskier was weak for anything with a theatrical flair. He’d shuffled into the bar and plopped down onto the stool next to an unfairly attractive man who’d been nursing his whiskey, and ordered a Sex on the Beach.

Geralt hadn’t stopped staring at him, which wasn’t entirely unusual, Jaskier was an attractive man but this had been different. The sheer intensity of Geralt’s gaze had burned into his skin… his shoulder to be precise. Jaskier had been wearing a transparent black mesh shirt with cornflowers decorating the fabric, but his red sword tattoo had clearly been visible.

The rest of the night had been a blur but had ended with rather spectacular sex at Geralt’s place, revealing a second yellow tattoo just above Geralt’s hip, a marigold; a platonic soulmate that Geralt hadn’t met yet.

Five years later, that yellow marigold still went unclaimed, and Jaskier was still dancing between Geralt and Dandelion. It wasn’t as if he was intentionally keeping them apart, he was just worried they wouldn’t like each other. They were opposites in every way. Geralt was practical, rough around the edges, and a little too guarded in his emotions, whereas Dandelion was a flamboyant mess, a lover of finer things and eloquent to a fault.

It would break Jaskier’s heart if the two pieces of his soul didn’t get along.

So he artfully managed to keep them at a distance.

Until now.

Jaskier had finally decided it was time to move in with Geralt, after years bunking with Dandelion, Valdo, Essi and Pris, and Dandelion was helping him move. Although ‘helping’ was probably a strong word. Dandelion’s help was closer to just keeping Jaskier company, and really it was just making Jaskier sad about leaving him behind. He’d never wanted to be that person, the one that left his friends behind, but he missed Geralt more and more each day.

It just wasn’t fair.

“Jaskier?” Geralt’s voice called out from the open door; an hour early. “Are you ready to go, love?”

“Oh, ho, ho!” Dandelion giggled from Jaskier’s shitty single bed that he was leaving behind. “The famous Geralt Rivia! Fucking finally, I was starting to think you were making him up, darling.”

“Lion, no,” Jaskier groaned as his friend bounced up and skipped from the room. “This- this is a terrible idea!”

“Dandelion, I presume?” he heard Geralt ask, and Jaskier skidded into the room too late. “It’s good to finally meet you.”

This- this was not as terrible as he’d expected. The soft smiles the two shared was so much better than Jaskier’s wildest dreams. He let out a sigh of relief and everyone got back to work, until Geralt stretched up to pick up Jaskier’s stuffed lion from the top of his bookcase, which definitely didn’t still spend every night in Jaskier’s bed… of course not.

Dandelion shrieked and there was a twang of ukulele strings, as the instrument fell to the floor.

“Julian Alfred Pankratz!” Dandelion spat out vehemently, “You didn’t tell me your soulmate was my soulmate!”

Everyone froze.

Geralt glanced down at his now exposed yellow marigold tattoo, and then his eyes snapped up to meet Dandelion’s fierce gaze. Dandelion’s skirt was pulled down to reveal a very familiar marigold tattoo just above his hip.

“Bollocks,” Jaskier groaned, as the room burst into an array of laughter.

The minutes drifted into hours, and the sun had set without them realising, and they were so engrossed in their world under the duvet they didn’t hear Geralt return home, nor Dandelion shortly after.

Not until there was a soft knock at the door and they were startled from their daze.

“Huh?”

“Jask, darling, are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I come in? Geralt’s here too. We’re worried about you, love.”

“Yeah.”

Jaskier sighed and rolled over onto their stomach. The duvet was lifted from off their head, and they blinked into the darkness at the two shapes, one bulky and silent, the others humming gently with everything breath, bouncing lightly on his toes.

“Lion,” Jask groaned and reached out for their friend.

Both Geralt and Dandelion slipped under with them, wrapping Jaskier up in their arms. It was warm. It was safe. It was perfect.

Nothing was ever complicated with Dandelion or Geralt. Jaskier’s heart belonged to them both; it was only natural as they fell in love quickly and deeply, but it had never hurt that Dandelion didn’t love them back romantically. Their friend loved them deeply, and Jaskier could get their romantic needs from Geralt.

Physically, well… Jaskier wasn’t always interested in sex but when they were Dandelion was there.

It was complicated but it worked for them.

Tonight Jaskier just needed their best friends and the warmth of their arms. They nuzzled against Geralt’s chest, inhaling his rich smoky scent that always helped to ground them. The duvet was still pushed just past Jaskier’s shoulders which was not ideal. They really loved being properly buried, so they let out a small whine.

Dandelion’s fingers brushed down their chest, rubbing the curve of their stomach. “What do you need, love?”

“Squished.”

“I’ll do it,” Geralt hummed, pressing a kiss to Jaskier’s forehead, brushing their fringe out the way, much to Jaskier’s despair. They were always self-conscious about the size of their forehead, which only made Dandelion and Geralt dote on it more.

But before they could truly complain, Geralt had rolled over onto Jaskier’s chest, burying his head into Jaskier’s shoulder. The weight had an instant effect on Jaskier’s anxiety. They sighed happily, hands running through Dandelion’s long hair. The dark was as comforting as the weight of their lover on their chest. It hid the tears in their eyes, hid them from the big ole scary world outside. Nothing mattered beyond the three people in this room, their boyfriend and their very best friend in the whole wide world.

It had been a long week at work, but Jaskier knew that with Geralt and Dandelion by their side, everything would be all right.

_

Before they’d started dating, Jaskier had flown through partners faster than lightning, but Geralt had never felt threatened by it. At the end of the day, Geralt had been the one constant in the whirlwind that was Jaskier’s life and he knew that whether they were friends or boyfriends, that wouldn’t change. He’d also never expected Jaskier to want to be in an exclusive relationship, that revelation had come as a surprise, and he’d always suspected that Jaskier was trying to push himself into a box that just didn’t fit him.

The way he was looking at Julian confirmed his suspicions.

“Hey?” Geralt squeezed his boyfriend’s hand to pull his attention back.

Jaskier’s eyes went wide and he stammered a ridiculous excuse that wouldn’t have fooled Geralt’s young ward, Ciri.

“It’s alright, Jask. He’s good looking, not too dissimilar to you actually,” Geralt teased. “Cornflower blue eyes, the voice of an angel… and weren’t you called Julian once upon a time?”

Jaskier shuddered. “It’s a terrible name, my parents hated me.”

Geralt scoffed and waved the waiter down. Julian smiled brightly and trotted over to them, a tune on his lips and he winked as he neared their table. “Gentleman,” Julian greeted warmly, “what can I do for you?”

“Gonna be blunt,” Geralt grunted, ignoring Jaskier’s protests. “My boyfriend fancies you, Julian.”

The waiter grimaced, wrinkling his nose in a way that Geralt found completely endearing. It was a habit that the waiter shared with Jaskier, one that Geralt adored. “Dandelion, please. They made me put Julian on the nametag.”

Geralt raised his eyebrows and shared a look with Jaskier. “Dandelion, meet Buttercup.”

“Jaskier,” Jaskier corrected, glaring at Geralt as he offered to shake Dandelion’s hand, “and I am so so sorry! My boyfriend is an arse.”

“Ah yes, but with an arse like that,” Dandelion winked at Geralt, “you just have to forgive him.”

Relief flooded through Geralt. Dandelion wasn’t creeped out by his pretty terrible attempt at flirting, in fact he was actively flirting back, which had Jaskier floored.The poor man was stammering and stumbling over his words nonsensically, his hands flailing until he ran them through his hair with a defeated sigh.

“Please just shoot me now,” he groaned, flopping forward dramatically so his head thudded against the table, almost knocking his plate flying.

Dandelion pouted, so very reminiscent of Jaskier’s own perfect pout, and cocked his head with one hand on his hips. His curls bounced with the movement, the golden locks catching in the sunlight.

And perhaps it wasn’t just Jaskier that had a crush on their waiter. Geralt was slowly realising he might be a little in over his head. Especially when Dandelion just sighed dramatically and cooed “Oh but darling, if we shoot you then I’ll never get to give you my number.”

“Wait, what?!” Jaskier’s head flew up and he gawped at Dandelion, his jaw almost hitting the floor.

“If your boyfriend doesn’t mind, that is?” He winked again at Geralt, making Geralt’s heart flutter in his chest.

He was suddenly bombarded with images of Jaskier and Dandelion giggling as they kissed each other without a care in the world.

Yeah, he was definitely in over his head. “Don’t mind,” he grumbled, trying to hide his own blush.

Jaskier beamed and pulled him into a fierce kiss, knocking both their drinks over in the process and Dandelion whined as he jumped back from the table to avoid getting splashed, but Jaskier didn’t seem to notice. “I love you,” he whispered in Geralt’s ear and then pressed another kiss to Geralt’s cheek.

Geralt tilted his head as he smiled dopily at his boyfriend. “I love you too, Jask.”

Dandelion laughed, a beautiful melodic sound that made Geralt ache to know him better. “Oh, this is going to be divine!”