#sneezy!jaskier

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Hhh-! Geralt swallowed hard, his grip tightening reflexively on Jaskier’s doublet before he remembered himself and lessened his hold. 

Jaskier huffed a laugh, his attention split between the sudden affection his Witcher was bestowing on him and a persistent and yet elusive tickle deep in his sinuses. 

It was roughly seven months since the last time they had crossed paths, it was then, after one hell of a bender that Geralt had been coerced into reveling a kink of his. 

He'd grown solemn, thoughtful when he had been presented with the question and after a time jaskier had thought it might be best to gloss over and move on when at last Geralt spoke. 

"It's... Uh, hard to explain".

It hadn't been, Jaskier thought it very straight forward; and very easily indulged. Or at least, in theory. After that night, the two had parted ways and hadn't seen each other since. 

Luckily for the bard, and perhaps for the Witcher as well, Jaskier had been convalescing from a terrible head cold in an Inn that Geralt just so happen to actually stop at. 

"Hh- Hih' H... How w..was... Wuh- Hih' Hnng'Ngxxt! Hh-! Whatever you were doing?", Jaskier asked, his voice growing weak as his breath was stolen with only another clipped inhale before he turned his head to sneeze openly to the side. 

Hihh! Hih'SHIEWWW! Ah'HISSHIEW!

He hummed deep in his throat out of fondness when he felt Geralt gasp and the familiar scrape of stubble as Geralt hauled himself up to bury his own nose in the Bard's hair. Inhaling deeply, a tiny waver on his voice as he disciplined his own reaction. 

"B.. Bless you", was spoken lowly into the space just behind his ear and Jaskier shivered at the light contact of lips being pressed slowly down his neck. 

He sniffled thickly but smiled headily up at Geralt when the Witcher surfaced to run those peircing golden eyes over his features, narrowing slightly as he crinkled his nose invitingly. 

“What is the matter with you?”, Came Geralt’s gruff and annoyed question resounated in their small confined space. 

They had been pushing on passed dusk when the sky had opened up and proceeded to dump what felt like a seasons worth of rain on them. Luckily Geralt had located a small cave where he had quickly set a fire and began to settle to weather the storm.

Jaskier sat on the other side of the fire with his arms wrapped firmly around himself as he shook violently against the chill that threatened to sink deep into his bones. 

He sniffled and felt a drop of rain drip down his face to pool at the tip of his nose before sliding down his septum. He hitched wildly before succumbing to the fit with a soft groan. 

Hhh! Hih’isshiew! Hhng!Shiew! …Hh-! Heh’Esssh! Isssshuh! Ughh!

He felt his face burn with embarassment, knowing that the witcher must be regarding him with disgust and trying to figure out the best way to unload the ill bard at the nearest opportunity. 

What he wasn’t expecting was for Geralt to suddenly appear at his side, knelt down with concern flickering in those burnished golds. 

“Are you feeling alright?”. he asked, his voice so much unlike how it was previously that Jaskier wondered briefly if he might be dying. 

“Y..yeah, just… c…cold”, he said with a sniffle,positioning himself slightly closer to the fire. 

A few moments passed in silence while Geralt regarded him with an unreadable expression. After only a moment Jaskier had to look away, keeping that gaze had made him feel… naked somehow. 

He sniffled again, a small cough followed that seemed to boot Geralt’s brain back into gear. The Witcher stood and crossed to their packs to begin unloading their bedding. 

Jaskier watched before he felt the rise of a tickle again and he turned, raising his arm to bury his twitching wet nose in the crook before…

Hh-! Hih’IIISSSSSHIEW! Hnng’GSXXT! ugh… ow…

As he blinked back tears brought forth from the itchy after match of that last stifle he felt the warmth of their combined blankets being wrapped around him. 

He looked up as Geralt took the seat next to him, digging in his alchemy pack. 

“We’ll get you fixed up, any other symptoms?”, the Witcher asked clinically, though the undercurrent of worry was evident in the sideways glances he was giving the bard. 

Jaskier smiled softly, sniffling and trying his best to ease his friend’s worry. 

“I’ll be alright once I’ve warmed up, promise!”.

Geralt looked dubious but cleared his throat awkwardly as he wrapped around Jaskier and pulled him into his own warmth.