#mouseskier

yes, absolutely, thank you very much for making this request

I miss people sending me random anons and requests like this <3 thank you, and sorry it took so long

tw: none, only fluff

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Geralt frowned down at the small ball of brown fur currently curled - rather cutely, he hated to admit - at the center of his large palm. "Hmm."

The mouse squeaked in what was obviously frustration and darted up his arm to nibble angrily at a lock of his long white hair.

"Hey!" Geralt grabbed at the tiny creature but missed by a hair and accidentally knocked it backwards off his shoulder. The Witcher's breath halted violently at the center of his chest as he utilized his reflexes to stop the mouse from hitting the ground. "Fuck, Jaskier. We need to get you changed back as quickly as possible."

The mouse twitched its whiskers - displeasure - and turned its back to Geralt. The Witcher gently turned him back around and pressed a quick kiss to the warm fur at the top of his tiny head.

With a popping noise, the room filled with the warm scent of chamomile. A burst of blue-ish glitter revealed Jaskier's human form, looking at Geralt with wide and wondering eyes. "Was that..."

Geralt's realization dawned blush-warm across his skin. He nodded. "Yeah... Fuck."

I know this is supposed to be a shitpost but I love it when Geralt has to protect the bard so like...

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Geralt only allows himself to begin his search for Jaskier once the mage has been properly dealt with, but the only other living thing in the hut is a mouse in a tiny cage. The witcher leans down and huffs impatiently. He’ll let it go in the woods; it won’t last long but at least it will be free. 

“Alright, little one, let’s get out of here.”

When he opens the cage door, the tiny creature runs directly onto the palm of his leather glove instead of onto the ground. It squeaks almost indignantly and settles itself down in a little ball. Geralt feels his medallion vibrate and his eyes widen.

Realizing just how similar this mouse’s coloring is to Jaskier’s soft brown hair, the witcher lifts his hand up to his face and squints. The mouse’s eyes are a bright, familiar blue and Geralt groans. “How!?”

The mouse squeaks happily and licks at his nose. 

It’s not adorable. It’s really not. 

“Squeak once for a timed spell and twice for Yennefer.”

One squeak. 

“Alright, fine. Let’s get back to the inn and wait it out. You’re staying out of my hair, though. I know you’ll try to nest in it you terribly possessive little thing.”