Geraskier Designer Jaskier, Builder Geralt
New modern Au wholesome idea because I am trash
Jaskier is an interior designer who is asked to help create an amazing new space for Yen, who has brought her oldest and best friend Geralt in to help with some architecture (mainly just to make sure anything that’s moved isn’t on a load bearing wall ect) and also to restore/build a bunch of stuff for the house.
Geralt sources everything himself, restores it by hand, builds stuff from reclaimed timber and all sorts of weird stuff Jaskier is amazed at him finding.
They drive each other a little nuts, Geralt has such a love for all things old and Jaskier needs at least some new things in the space, some colour, some damn wall paper pleaser. There is only so much exposed brick anyone can take. The quiet man drives him up the wall, but he also has ways about him that Jaskier can’t ignore.
The way he handles everything with such care. How his strong arms shift beneath his shirt as he brushes a gentle hand across a freshly sanded piece of wood, his eyes liquid amber, the sensation of a job well done sitting between them like honey made warm by the sun. Jaskier tongue feels heavy with it, his mind a little muddled. The man for all his silence and stoicism is sort of beautiful.
And sure Jaskier loves a good thrift find, to reclaim when possible, but it’s rare you get to design a home for one of the most extra Sorceresses in the land. Yet Geralt helps him find a balance and perhaps Geralt doesn’t mind the velvet so much when Jaskier has him pressed against some large swatches on his work bench, asking his opinion as a thinly veiled guise to get a little too close. The two men seem to orbit one another, getting so close and then never quite close enough. Geralt doesn’t trust himself and Jaskiers not sure why this one seems to matter so much.
As they construct the home it becomes more and more theirs, as months go by the project melds as the two grow closer. Jaskier laughing as Geralt installs the shower with the wrong tape and they both end up saturated, Jaskiers fingers spread across the Geralt’s sculpted stomach, his eyes tracing scars he doesn’t dare to ask about. Though later, wrapped in blankets in the room Jaskiers taken over to store soft furnishings, sometimes naps in and now uses to make out with Geralt at times. Geralt tells him stories of his past. Of monster hunting, of a world he a Yen fought for save and lost. Of the amazing young woman, their daughter, who saved them both, who helped them hold onto hope.
Geralt’s been working in the business for a long time now. It feels good to work with his hands. To create after so many lifetimes of killing. He’s fucking good too, for someone who doesn’t really care about fashion or washing the saw dust and natural wood oil from himself, he knows colour and tone. He knows how to bring the home to a space, be it large and industrial or small and bare. He can’t remember when he had started looking for a place that felt like home, just that he began to find it as he helped other people create there’s.
He rides a motorbike, who shares a name with his cat, a brown grump named roach. His own home, which Jaskier ends up at somewhat by accident. Worried about Geralt’s health after the Witcher disappeared for a week (ended up being a werewolf outbreak in a city nearby). Yen leave the two idiots to figure it out and Jaskier turns up with chicken soup and heat packs to find Geralt sewing his own stitches and bleeding onto his amazing floorboards. The rugs under his bare feet are worn but comfortbale, the space smells like firewood, old leather and natural wood oils. There’s a hint of camomile and when Jaskier goes to fetch them both a drink he finds Geralt has a pantry stocked with drying herbs and something akin to an apothecary.
As the house begins to come together and their work time wears thin, Jaskier Finds it harder and harder to create excuses to come over to Geralt’s. Geralt has no idea how to just invite him, which should be easy, but part of Geralt isn’t sure why Jaskier would even want to continue their rather casual relationship after the house is done. Yen had filled him in more than once of Jaskiers many affairs, being a rather famous designer he had his fill of companions of all kinds. Geralt was a quiet old grump, he didn’t want to drink champagne and go to fancy parties. He liked nights spent sanding wood and tidying his workshop.
In the end Jaskier commissions as table from Geralt, for a home Jaskier is yet to truly own. Having travelled so much, he lived out of hotel rooms and friends mansions. But Yen’s home made him realise just how much he was missing. Jaskier orders the piece under a fake name, he hadn’t seen Geralt in months at this point and as Jaskier wanders into his studio, pushing his ridiculous sunglasses into his hair, his fingers sliding across the beautiful wood of the table Geralt had begun to build for him he smiled, skidding to sit in the edge.
‘You didn’t need to hire me to have a conversation, I do own a phone.’ Geralt grumbled, eyes flickering away, trying as hard as they could to hide the smile that glittered within them. Jaskier laughed, reaching out to drag Geralt to him by his belt loops.
‘But where’s the fun in that? Plus you promised to show me a good lathe if I recall correctly.’ His thumb pressing against Geralt bottom lip as he moved to scowl at the bad pun, laughter deep within both of their chests. ‘What better place to show me than on the table you’re going to build for us?’
‘Us?’ Geralt asked, his voice strangely small and quiet. The word meant so much, how could something so small command so much power.
Jaskiers eyes are bright as he smiles and nods, leaning in to brush his lips gently across Geralt’s. ‘We’ve been workmates, friends, Friends with rather delightful benefits, something more and for a little too long something less, I think it’s about time we try and see how we work as a proper team.’ He explained, hands flapping around the two of them as he explained himself rather excitedly. Geralt’s calloused fingers threaded through Jaskiers, bringing them down to still between the two of them.
‘All you had to do was ask’ he murmured, taking the final step to close the space between them. Leaning in to press their foreheads together just so. It still seemed odd to him that this beautiful social butterfly would want to settle down with an old wolf like himself. But Yen was, as always right, you could never be sure of what another needed, usually until it fell into you very own lap.
And so it was, that the Witcher and Jaskier settled down together, Jaskier continuing to create beautiful spaces, now always with even the tiniest touch of rustic hand made charm.