#pining jaskier

38. swinging hands back and forth, skipping like children

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“What are they doing?”

“Who?”

“The kids? Is that a dance? I have seen them do it before but I don’t get it. Only children seem to do it.”

“.... Geralt. Don’t you know what skipping is?”

They look at each other, both wearing a frown, which is saying something. Geralt, because he really doesn’t understand, and Jaskier, because, well.

For someone who knows as much as Geralt does, it's very strange that he knows nothing about skipping.

Maybe it isn’t actually strange, it has been many many years since Geralt was a child himself, and he spends more time around monsters and politicians than children.

But Jaskier won’t stand for this.

“I won’t stand for this,” Jaskier decides. “Come on, Geralt. We are going skipping.”

"What do you think?"

"I think they both look the same."

"Geralt, this is very important. I don't want to leave looking like an idiot."

"To be fair, I think you look like an idiot most of the time." Geralt watched the bard look between two seemingly identical doublets. The witcher honestly didn't get what the bard was thinking too hard about.

"Well then we're both going to look like idiots today."

"Excuse me?"

"You smell."

"I just took a bath."

"Geralt. You have a total of two shirts and a pair of pants. Both which started out as white. They're black now."

"And? Most people pay a lot of money for black clothes." Geralt shrugged.

"It's. Disgusting." Jaskier threw one of the shirts aside. "I'm taking you to a tailor."

"Excuse me?"

"You need new clothes. Clean ones, not something you pillaged off a corpse."

"For Gods sake Jaskier, it was one time-"

"That's more than most people do Geralt. We are not arguing about this."

"Good luck trying to lift me after yesterday." The bard had to admit, his bones still ached after the lifting he did yesterday.

"Okay fine, I'll leave you. When Valdo starts singing your praises with nowhere for you to go, I'm sure you'll have a fun day. Alone," Jaskier began to walk out the door, "with Valdo."

"Wait." Jaskier paused, a smirk on his face when he saw Geralt's look of distress. "I'll go with you."

"That's what I thought." Jaskier wrapped his arm around Geralt's uninjured one.

~~

"Otto's Tailoring and Alterations?" Geralt asked as he read the sign. Jaskier grinning ear to ear as they entered the building.

"He's the only man I trust to tailor my wardrobe. Well him and Elihal."

"Who?"

"A friend from Novigrad."

"Right...." The bell above the door rang. The witcher glancing around the lobby to see mannequins everywhere. Dressed in brightly colored doublets and gowns.

"Ah, Jaskier!" The duo turned to see an older man dressed in gaudy purple fabrics. A grin on his aging face as he patted the younger man on the shoulder. Kissing him on the cheeks before pulling away. "My favorite customer! As soon as you sent that letter, I started to prepare everything just for you!"

Letter? How long had Jaskier been planning this out? Geralt was slowly starting to theorize that somehow, some way, Jaskier had planned the breaking of his leg.

"It's a pleasure to see you again Otto, it's been far too long since I last saw you."

"Of course," the man paused. Finally seeming to have noticed Geralt's presence. "Oh! Is...this your companion?" The man, Otto, asked in a time that suggested confusion.

"Geralt of Rivia." The witcher replied curtly.

"You didn't say your partner was...of a masculine persuasion."

"Oh I guess I did forget to mention that...." Geralt's eyebrow raised. Did Jaskier bring girls here? Scratch that. He almost definitely did.

"Hmmm," the tailor hummed looking Geralt over. "I can work with this." Otto pulled out a measuring ribbon. "Arms up, shirt off."

"Excuse me?" Geralt asked incredulously.

"I need your measurements to be as accurate as possible. I refuse to let any paramour of my dear Jaskier have anything less." If Geralt could flush, he would.

"He's not-"

"We're just friends." Geralt said. The tailor was unfazed.

"Regardless, I still need your measurements." There man gestures for Geralt's shirt.

"Can we do this somewhere in private?"

"Private?"

"Somewhere I won't have people staring at me?" Geralt asked. Otto nodded, leading the limping witcher to a room shrouded by curtains. Walking past outfits, namely fancy gowns in a wide variety of colors at the ready. Yeah. Definitely wasn't the first time Jaskier brought someone there. Pulling the curtains shit the tailor turned to Geralt.

"Strip down to your pants please." The tailor turned around. Geralt stared for a moment before doing so. Taking his shirt off and throwing it at the floor. Otto turning around and making a face when he saw the shirt. Or smelled it. Maybe Jaskier was right about him needing a bigger wardrobe. Otto taking in the witcher for a moment before wrapping the ribbon around his waist, taking in the numbers and murmuring to himself. "48...32..." Otto pulled away. Geralt reaching for his shirt but the tailor quickly stopped him. "No, no, that is to be burned by the eternal flame in hopes of forgiveness for whatever sins you committed to make it smell like that."

"What am I supposed to do? Walk around shirtless?" The tailor grabbed a shirt from nearby, tossing it to Geralt.

"Wear that while I work." The witcher shrugged. Putting the shirt on he found it was too big, revealing most of his chest. Geralt brushed it off, better than nothing. Walking out past the tailor now burning his shirt he saw Jaskier lounging in the lobby.

"Geralt! I-" Jaskier paused when he saw the shirt Geralt was wearing. "I, ugh, you, that shirt...."

"Yeah, don't think I'm getting the other one back." The Witcher didn't notice the pink tinge on Jaskier's face. "Gods I feel like Yen in this." Geralt pulled it out when the bell rang. Both the Witcher and Jaskier turned and frowned.

"Gentleman! Such a coincidence to run into you here."

"Valdo...what are you doing here?" Jaskier was attempting to force a smile and failing miserably.

"I came to have a hat mended! Oh Uttu-"

"It's Otto." Jaskier interrupted.

"Right well...." Valdo trailed off when he noticed Geralt's chest. "Oh...I see you're here for a fitting." Jaskier stepped in front of his witcher to block the view.

"And Otto is very busy. So bugger off."

"And done!" The tailor came out holding a package, handing it to Geralt with a grin. "Just some alterations and some hemming, nothing too complicated."

"Thanks Otto, you're the best." Jaskier reached into his coin purse but Otto stopped him.

"It's on me. Trust me, you'll more than pay it off next time you come around. Although just make sure you stop by later so I can see master witcher wearing it."

"I wouldn't mind seeing it on him either," Valdo's smarmy voice oozed as he continued to stare. Geralt shifting under the man's gaze.

"We're going." Jaskier said turning around.

"Oh! Before you do," Valdo reached into his coat and pulled out an envelope. "For you my dear witcher. The Johnslaws Gala, I'd like you to be my plus one."

"He doesn't want to go." Jaskier answered for Geralt, dragging the man behind him. Valdo glared at the other bard when he watched them leave.

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Witcher (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jaskier | Dandelion & Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Additional Tags: Pining Jaskier | Dandelion, fuck buddies, Drunkenness, Drunken Shenanigans, Enemies to Friends, Past Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Awkward First Times, Morning After, Idiots in Love, Vignettes, Based on a Tumblr Post Summary:

This tumblr post gave me bunnies, evil evil bunnies.

https://penny-anna.tumblr.com/post/611053480940093440/seen-a-number-of-posts-w-yennefer-jaskier

@bananapeel5127 asked: For the hug prompts. Could you please do 36 with geraskier? 💚💚💚 36. I thought you were dead hug. And I’m sorry, this is the third time I’m trying to post this, Tumbl keeps eating them?! 

Yes I absolutely can! I know I have done this prompt before but I do like the challenge of looking at it another way. Thank you as always @kuripon for betareading, you are a right darling! Please enjoy!

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Some nights are a little weirder than others.

That is something Jaskier learned rather early in his travels with the witcher. Part of the fun, he tells his friends and colleagues in Oxenfurt as he retells a story about that time Geralt had a contract on a giant duck.

This night is not...strange per se. It just so happens that Geralt has had a bit more to drink than he usually allows himself, and Jaskier has the honor of depositing him back to his room. Again, not all that strange, were it not for the way Geralt had been clinging to him all night.

“Alright big guy, time to get you upstairs.”

“You know something? I’ll tell, I’ll tell you something. You remind me of a bard, you know?”

“Do I really?” Jaskier asks, smirking as he tries to get Geralt on his feet. The witcher isn’t being all too helpful, leaning on him heavily instead of getting off the blasted chair.

17. Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.

I would friggin love to, my dear!!  💞

Ok, so i missed the “just to watch them” part because I saw that first now, but I imagine Geralt does watch him. (is that a spoiler?)  Please have a modern au, completely self induglent because we all need a treat sometimes! Hope you like it, love!

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Being in love with your roommate has its pros and cons. For most of the time, it is the thrill of watching Geralt coming out of the shower, hair a wet mess, dripping water over his t-shirt. It is the warm churn when he stumbles out of his room in search of tea, all disheveled. It is the fluttery sensation when Jaskier is on the receiving end of one of those private smiles.

Then there is the loneliness, when they go to their separate rooms each night. The heartache when Geralt gets a phone call from Yennefer or Renfri, and he stays out until morning. The fear of being found out and ruining everything when Geralt catches Jaskier staring, or crying. He’s done both. Point is, there is a lot going on, and even if it is a little painful at times, Jaskier wouldn’t want to stop loving Geralt even if he could. For all his huffs and puffs, Geralt is the best friend he’s ever had. Even if that is all he gets.

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Jaskier shrieks.

It surprises him too, but that is what happens when six small paws are tickling his sides. He has no idea what this tiny creature is, but it is adorable, it’s fur brown and shiny. And heavy, because it is holding him down as it licks him all over the face. Jaskier doesn’t giggle. This is a chuckle. Absolutely a chuckle, and a very dignified one at that, thank you very much. The shriek, alright, it wasn’t very dignified.

The next moment though, Geralt bursts through the underbrush, sword raised and ready to protect Jaskier from his attacker. Jaskier can almost see him on the other side of his new, furry friend, almost hearing his accusing tone through his own chuckles-not-giggles.

“What are you doing?!” Geralt asks, lowering his sword.

“I can explain!” Jaskier wheezes, breathless from both his laughing and the weight of this little creature.

“You better!” Geralt exclaims, sheeting his sword again and pushing the creature off Jaskier. Geralt shoos it away with some big, loud motions as Jaskier catches his breath.

“Aaww.” he complains. “It was so cute.”

“Take off your clothes.” Geralt says when he helps Jaskier up.

Jaskier blinks, mouth falling open in surprise.

“What?” He asks, blinking fast a few times. “Here? Now?”

Of all the times he wanted to hear Geralt say that to him, this is not when he expected it.

“Clothes. Off.”

This time, Jaskier does blush, but he covers it up quickly with a flirty smirk.

“Why, Geralt, I’d thought you’d never ask.”

“No time to act cute, bard. Why were you playing with a Moth Puppet?”

Geralt thinks he is cute. That is what he registers first.

“Wait. Moth Puppet?” Jaskiers hand stills on his buttons, and he looks confusedly up at Geralt.

Geralt sighs and steps in close to help him speed up the process.

Oh shit. Geralt is undressing him.

“Yes. The Puppet finds and marks the prey, and then the Moth follows. You have its scent all over you. Get those clothes off, now.”

Jaskier might have given Geralt undressing him a thought, just the once or twice. But in his mind, it usually ends with Geralt getting undressed too, not Jaskier hurrying after Geralt back to Roach and getting a massage with raw onions to ‘hide the scent’.

Y’all. It’s 02.39 am. Don’t let me stay up this late. Or I will make them kiss.

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“I’m so sorry for this,” Jaskier says, climbing Geralt's lap. He is lucky Geralt isn’t just shoving him off, he is amazed really, so he settles in quickly, straddling his thighs. With no time to lose, and no time to change his mind, he presses in close. Still Geralt doesn’t stop him.

Jaskier's heart is beating like crazy. It’s not like he hasn't been thinking of this since he met the man, not as if he hasn't been fantasizing about it for an embarrassing amount of time or something. He leans in close and kisses him. His hands are on Geralt’s ridiculously thick arms, and at the first touch of lips he can’t help but to fist his hands into the fabric of his tunic. Gods everywhere.

Geralt doesn’t push him away, but doesn’t really kiss him back either, and there is no way that would work to Jaskier's advantage.

“Please just go with it,” Jaskier whispers against his lips, smiling as if he is saying something sweet.

Geralt sighs and rolls his eyes, but to Jaskier's delight he leans in this time. There is nothing chaste about this kiss. Nothing at all. Geralt grabs his thighs, pulling him closer. Jaskier falls forward and catches himself with a hand on Geralt’s chest and hm. Maybe this will fuck Jaskier up good, now that he's thinking about it. Maybe this was a bad idea.

Hot breath hits his upper lip as Geralt sighs again, but it feels different. Can a sigh be content? It feels content to Jaskier, and he bravely moves his hand from the arm to Geralt's neck. Jaskier is content too. Very content. But name one good thing that lasts. Just as their kiss deepens, a heavy hand settles on Jaskier's shoulder.

“Bard,” someone growls threateningly, and oh no no no, he is being pulled away from the kiss, rather rudely he might add.

“What?” He asks irritably, glaring up at the interrupter. Geralt seems equally annoyed, his hands on Jaskier's thighs inching upwards.

“You slept with my sister,” the man gripping his shoulder accuses.

Fair,  but Jaskier had asked, and it went nowhere. It was something about her noticing his affections being engaged elsewhere, white hair and silvery scars, something something, and Jaskier had decided it was a lost cause. Didn’t stop her brother from getting pissed though.

“Do I look like someone who would sleep with your sister??” Jaskier asks, perched in Geralt's lap, lips kissed red, possessive hands on his thighs, his chemise unbuttoned rather generously. Yes, this was very much on purpose.

The interrupter looks a bit taken aback by that, finally noticing what Jaskier was actually doing. And with whom.

“Fuck off,” Geralt adds rather helpfully, pulling Jaskier in for another kiss. Another, very not chaste one. Jaskier can’t help but whine into it, melting against Geralt as he feels the interrupter let go of his shoulder and, hopefully, actually fucking off.

He doesn’t turn to look, allowing himself to sink into Geralt's touch the way he always wished to. Geralt seems to be in no hurry to let go either, licking and nipping at Jaskier's lower lip, his hands traveling over his lower back and thighs. This is heaven.

Eventually they part, oxygen is a thing at least bards need sadly, and they breathe each other's air for a moment. The rest of the tavern slowly comes back into focus around them, but honestly? Jaskier is still rather fixated on Geralt’s hands, still at his lower back, and the way his eyes having not quite left Jaskier's mouth.

“I can explain,” Jaskier breathes.