I would like to believe that Geralt is only soft for Jaskier.
Over the years Geralt figures out that he loves to see Jaskier smile and laugh and does anything to make sure he keeps doing it. He brings Jaskiers bags to the room at the shitty inn they’re staying at or picks his favorite flowers when they’re traveling on the road. After a few months of this happening Jaskier finally asks Geralt what he’s doing.
“Geralt”
“Hmmmm”
“Geralt why are you being so nice to me?”
Geralt stopped Roach and gave him an incredulous look, like he had been presented with a puzzle that he didn’t know how to solve.
“What do you mean?”
“For Melitele’s sake Geralt,” Jaskier huffed “The flowers, packing my bags up to the room, buying me lute strings, and hell even beating up the man in the tavern! You never do stuff like that, but why do you do it for me?”
Geralt kept quiet for a few seconds, sucked in a breath and blew it out.
“I like seeing you smile.” He grunted.
Jaskier gave a huff that turned into giggles and soon he found himself bent over,clutching his stomach in laughter. It took him a few minutes to collect himself, finally he stood, collecting himself and straightening his doublet. Geralt, while Jaskier was laughing, mentally prepared to be called rejected by Jaskier, found himself kissing Jaskier. His soft lips feeling like heaven on his own. Eventually Jaskier pulled back and laughed once more.
“If you wanted me to smile all you had to do was kiss me.”
I made a Ko-fi if anyone feels like tossing me a coin or two (do not feel obligated at all but it was suggested to me and I’m a broke grad student so...)
i.... wrote this whilst rather drunk and cleaned it up as best i could lol
Warnings: kissing/ mildly horny vibes, love confession, self depreciating Geralt, we got some big stupid boys here today folks, oh and drinking, not hella but defs kinda central to the plot (i say as if there’s a plot)
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Jaskier giggled, feeling rather lose with the glass (or two or three) of wine in him, “And what if- no listen Geralt! What if,” he hooked a finger under Geralt’s chin, making him look at him where he was sitting on his knees on the couch. They’d been watching a movie, or pretending to, when Jaskier started flirting and Geralt responded for the first time since they’d known each other, “...what if I kissed you?”
Geralt narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips, draping an arm over the back of the couch they were both perched on, “It’s not nice to poke fun at-”
“So you would?!” Jaskier interrupted, a huge grin spreading over his features.
“I already told you I’d kiss back. I don’t see why you’re so obsessed with this. You’re dating Christine.”
Jaskier bit his lip, “Fuck Christine. She’s fucking Valdo anyway.”
Geralt raised an eyebrow, seeming to catch up to the situation a little late, “You don’t care about Christine?”
“As a person, yes. But- and I’m not proud of this- she’s just a placeholder.”
“F-for who?” Geralt looked absolutely terrified but so hopeful, so absolutely open for once in his whole fucking life that Jaskier couldn’t bring himself to lie. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the fact that he’d been in love with his best friend since their junior year of college, but he wasn’t going to hold back tonight.
“You,” He breathed, leaning in closer, “I’ve only ever wanted you.”
Geralt’s eyes widened and all the air seemed to flee his lungs as he simply stared at Jaskier, “I only… you- you what?”
Jaskier swallowed hard, sitting back on his heels and picking at his nails in his lap as he rambled, “It’s okay if you don't- aren’t- on the same page?” all his confidence from earlier was gone, leaving him backpedaling, “You were just talking about a kiss. And it’s only polite to kiss back and its fun! No big deal! Totally casual. I get it if you don't feel the same and I really hope we can stay friends because you’re so very important to me and I’m clearly okay with just being friends. I really really am-” he cut himself off when he felt his throat get tight and tears well up behind his eyes.
This was a mistake. A wine fueled disaster that was about to leave him without a best friend and miserable.
“Jaskier,” Geralt’s voice was soft but firm, a tone Jask had heard a million times when Geralt was talking with the kids he gave lessons to, “can you look at me?”
He took a breath to steady himself and gather his courage before he looked up, cursing himself when he realized his eyes were brimming with tears.
“What do you mean?”
Jaskier tilted his head, “I love you. You really think I could mean an-!”
Geralt didn’t let him finish, sealing their lips together as he surged forward. He pinned Jaskier to the other arm of the couch in his excitement, trapping one of his legs at an awkward angle.
“Oo! Geralt! I’m ah- stuck,” Jaskier giggled as they tried to free his ankle from where it was stuck under Geralt and the couch cushion.
“Sorry, not very romantic…:’ Geralt murmured, rubbing Jaskier’s ankle gently.
Jaskier gripped his collar and pulled him back overtop of him into a kiss, “Less talking.”
(I have prompts saved one of my old folders, and i found them today! So here’s a short fic based off one of the prompts)
Prompt: “Are you mad?” “No” “So sharpening knives at 2am is just a hobby?”
The last thing Jaskier remembered when he went to sleep was the beautiful sky and the twinkling stars
The first memory he had when he woke up was thinking “what the hell is that noise”
He sat up in his bedroll, rubbing his eyes so he could see. After rubbing for a while Jaskier opened his eyes to find out that the noise that he was hearing was not some weird creature, but his very own boyfriend sharpening his daggers in the light of the fire. Even though he trusted Geralt fully, Jaskier couldn’t help but shiver (in both delight and fear) at the thought of what the man could do. When Jaskier deemed himself fully awake he sat up to question Geralt.
“Are you angry dear?” He asked.
A grunt.
“Dear,” he repeated, his voice laced with concern“Are you okay?”
Geralt paused for a bit and answered “Yes.” Then continued to sharpen the daggers in the firelight.
Washed over with relief, Jaskier smiled and leaned towards his boyfriend.
“So sharpening knives at 2am is just a hobby? I get that you might do that when you’re bored but why my sweet dear would you do that when you can come lay with me instead?”
The soft crackling of the fire was lulling Geralt to sleep when he heard a soft whimper. He slowly sat up to find Jaskier in his bedroll crying into the fold of his arms. The tears shone bright on his face thanks to the fire in front of him.
“Jask-“ he started to call out, holding back because he didn’t know how to handle the bard in this state. Geralt watched Jaskier sob into his arms, puzzled on how to help his bard. Finally Geralt stood up and went over to Jaskier’s bedroll. He cautiously threw his arm over Jaskier’s shoulders and in return Jaskier immediately threw himself into Geralt’s chest, settling his nose right above his rib cage.
“Do you-“ he cleared his throat “Do you want to talk about it?”
A pause. Geralt spoke again.
“Jask, it’s okay if you don’t.”
“Well Geralt,” Geralt let out a sigh of relief as Jaskier lifted his head up to meet Geralt’s. “My funny little head just loves to be dramatic, bringing up grudges from the past.”
“I would hardly call waking up crying a grudge” Geralt said, stroking his hair to help him calm down.
“Well,” Jaskier let out a wet laugh “I suppose I should let you know the reason for my wallowing,I recently received a letter stating I had business to attend to back home in Lettenhove.”
Geralt winced internally. He didn’t know much about Jaskier’s life as a viscount back in Lettenhove but he knew much about his father. Geralt knew that he put much emphasis on Jaskier’s education as a viscount and him inheriting the estate when he himself died. And from what little Jaskier had told Geralt about his childhood , he knew that Jaskiers father had no interest in his son studying poetry and made that very clear with his punishments.
“I-“ Jaskier paused “Well hold on dear, let me collect myself”
Jaskier sat up and started picking at the threads in the hem of Geralt shirt as he started to talk.
“My parents host party every year on the family estate, always have even since I can remember, and they somehow delivered a invite to me. It’s in my bag somewhere”
Jaskier reaches into his bag and pulls out an ornate envelope with a red seal. As he pulled the envelope out, Geralt hears Jaskier sniffle and wipe his nose on a handkerchief that he keeps on him. With shaking hands Jaskier gives the envelope to Geralt. He flips the invitation open and starts to read quietly to himself. The paper states that it’s Jaskier’s duty to attend the party as a viscount and representative of the family, and if he fails to do so his title of viscount will be removed.
Geralt sits in silence with only the crackling of the fire and the sound of Roach eating nearby for company. He sits like that for a few good minutes. Listening to Jaskiers heartbeat and trying to figure out a solution.
“Which part are you upset about? Seeing your father?” Geralt eventually asks.
“I guess so,” Jaskier huffs,sitting farther away on the bedroll. “My father is and has always been a judgmental bastard, even at these parties. I’m surprised he’s even warned me about taking away my title. I love being a viscount, even if i don’t show it and I would love to go Geralt. I could see my sisters and mother again! Visit with my childhood cooks and servants. Oh Geralt I haven’t seen them in years!.”
Jaskier turns away, picking at the grass beneath his feet looking wistfully at the fire.
“Then we’ll go” Geralt finally grunts
“We?”
“Yes ‘we’. We’re gonna go. It states in the envelope that you are allowed a plus one. We can go so you can keep your title as viscount.”
“Well,” Jaskier gives a wet laugh “That is the most words I have ever heard you say dearheart. I do guess that you can attend as my plus one”
Jaskier laughs at the scowl Geralt gives him.
[Hey guys! I started this with the intention to do a little series with this if it was well liked! So if it is well liked expect another part in a few days! Thanks always, Stevie]
That one song that leads to a vague - sometimes not so vague - sex scene (I think of Dirty Dancing and Footloose especially)
warning - horny
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Jaskier heard the music before he realized Geralt’s bedroom light had turned on. His boyfriend’s family was gone for the weekend at one of Eskel’s college events, but Geralt had a game on Saturday night so he couldn’t go along. Jaskier smirked to himself as he pulled on his favorite deep turquoise sweater and slim cut jeans. “Too bad,” Geralt had sighed convincingly when Vesemir broke the news. “I’ll miss seeing him and teasing him about his stupid hobbies.”
Jaskier had plans for tonight. Geralt’s music choice was really playing into it, though, and his excitement only grew as the seconds passed and he prepared to slip from his bedroom window.
“Last night a little dancer came dancing to my door;
Last night a little angel came pumping on the floor.
She said "Come on baby, I got a license for love,
And if it expires pray help from above."
Because in the midnight hour, she cried - "More, more, more!"
With a rebel yell, she cried - "More, more, more!”
He padded across the thin strip of lawn before their two houses and shimmied up the porch support to tap against Geralt’s windowpane. The quarterback swung it open and pulled his boyfriend inside. “Someone is going to see us doing that one of these days.”
“I’m pretty sure our dads already know. They just don’t want to say anything about it because it would be weird.”
“Hmm. Fair point. It would be weird.”
Jaskier sidled closer and slid his hands beneath the bottom edge of Geralt’s shirt. His fingertips left goosebumps in their wake as they skimmed across the top of his boyfriend’s pants as he made his reply, “Good thing your dad’s not home, then.”
“Nor is Lambert.”
“Nor is Lambert,” the younger boy shrugged. He closed the window behind him and slid the curtains closed. He turned back to face the upperclassman, bottom lip between his teeth, suddenly nervous. “Do you...do you even want me like...like this?”
Geralt is on him in a flash, his hands finding their way to Jaskier’s hips out of practice. “Yes.”
Jaskier’s throat went dry and he licked his lips slowly. Geralt’s eyes tracked the movement, bewitched. “Good. I’ve been waiting so long to see you shirtless.”
“Wait, you haven’t seen me shirtless? We live across from each other. I play a sport!”
“I have terrible luck. Or terrible timing.”
“Well then,” Geralt pulled away for a moment to remove the offending piece of clothing and Jaskier’s eyes widened appreciatively. “Like what you see?”
Jaskier slammed his hand against his boyfriend’s pecs and shoved the taller boy down onto his full-sized mattress. Billy Idol was still begging for more in the background but the eager sophomore didn’t give a shit. He finally had Geralt where he wanted him. “Pants. Off.”
Hey guys! My submissions are open so if you want to send in a prompt you can. I do write only Geraskier but I might do something else if it gets sent in. Please be patient this is my first time writing fic, thank you!
