OMG I just found your works and I’ve spent legit the past like four hours reading everything but you know what it’s been a stressful day and I deserve it 😌
if you’re still taking requests, can you do a fairy jask au where jaskier meets the rest of the wolves for the first time or how geralt has to explain that,,, yeah guys I’m actually married lmao jask is actually my wife and I love him
or if you’re feeling *saucy* you could write something like geralt’s first time being sexed by jaskier 👀👀👀
sorry for the wait, dear! have a cute, fluffy first meeting with the in-laws
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Geralt gestures awkwardly to Jaskier, whose wings flutter excitedly as he gives a little wave to the gathered Witchers. Even in the chill of early winter, the fairy's eyes are bright with the warmth of spring. Geralt clears his throat and tries, somehow, to explain exactly why Jaskier has accompanied him to Kaer Morhen: "So this is, uh, my uh..."
"Your what?" Lambert asks. The youngest Wolf crosses his arms over his chest and gives Jaskier a slow once-over, eyes catching on the glittering wings. "Traveling companion? Familiar? Pet?"
"He's not my pet, you buffoon, he's my wife!" Geralt huffs.
"Your what!?" Lambert repeats.
"Yes," Vesemir steps forward. He tries (and fails) valiantly to hide his amusement. "Explain yourselves."
"He courted me for several long and frustrating months," Jaskier reaches to shake hands with his new father-in-law. "And then, eventually, completed the rituals and made me his wife. It was the best day of my life, and I'm hopelessly in love with him."
Geralt feels his cheeks heating, glad that his Witchery mutations keep him from turning bright pink in front of his family. "The entire courtship and marriage was accidental, but I couldn't be happier."
"Well then, weddings mean feasts!" Eskel cheers, clapping Vesemir and Geralt on the back with both broad hands. "I'll get cooking!"
"I'll fetch the alcohol," Lambert offers. "And you get your wifey settled."
"Yes, Geralt," Vesemir winks, "Get the wife comfortable."
"Happy wife, happy life!" Eskel calls over his shoulder as he makes his way down the stairs to the kitchen.
Geralt heaves a long-suffering sigh and Jaskier's wings flutter again, his light floral scent now brimming with joy. "I love your family!"
"Well," Geralt huffs again, picking up their bags. "Someone has to."
i am shit at titles please forgive me i know its tacky lol. the Goob Squad gave me like an ounce of positive reinforcement for purring Geralt and tbh this was v good for the wack ass day i had so this is what yall are stuck with.
Warnings: overwhelmed potion geralt, description of said overwhelming sensation, kinda anxiety attack adjacent but theres some BIG comfort, purring witcher.
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Geralt marched through the halls in a huff, Jaskier keeping pace but lagging behind just a bit as they made their way to the quarters that this particularly obtuse lord had not so graciously assigned them for the duration of the hunt. Geralt had prepared for a menacing beast, potions and all, only to find some delinquents faking a mauling because they’d had too much to drink and got bored. They’d probably never drink again after the scare Geralt gave them, but the lord wasn't satisfied. Geralt assumed he never was.
The only reason Geralt didn’t slam the door when they made it through the maze was that Jaskier was behind him. He was shaking, all that adrenaline with nowhere to go made his hands curl into tight fists and he could hear too many people. The floor above them was relatively empty but below must have been the kitchen or laundry and it was starting to drive him insane after only a few moments in the room.
He ripped his armor off, hoping that removing the tight bands of leather keeping it in place might make him feel like he fit within his skin again. It only made him cold.
Jaskier picked up the pieces he’d chucked and laid them in a pile before carefully stacking logs in the ridiculously sized hearth. Geralt barely registered him hauling blankets and furs out of a chest at the foot of the bed, too distracted by the noises and every single one of his hairs shifting as he moved. It felt like he was covered in spiders and wading through water all at once. Everything was too slow and too detailed and he just wanted to charge back into the dining hall and beat the lord with his ham bone.
“Geralt?” Jaskier’s voice couldn’t even be called a whisper; it was so faint, “Can you come light this please?”
Geralt cracked his neck as he turned and stalked over to the hearth. He didnt need to cast such a dramatic sign, but fuck he needed to do something. Jaskier was already standing back, seemingly prepared for his outburst.
“Can you sit down so I can unlace your boots?”
Could he? For that velvet soft voice he could do anything. His boots were rather soaked too, and he could feel the beginnings of a blister forming where the new leather had yet to soften. He let Jaskier lead him to a specific pillow and settled onto it, extending his legs and glaring into the fire. The pops and hisses of bubbling sap was helping to mask the sounds from below, but it didn't feel like nearly enough. Jaskier slowly tugged off his boots, keeping his touches deliberate but soft as he replaced the waterlogged woolen socks with a warm fresh pair. Geralt wiggled his toes a bit, happy with the feeling of something soft against the tops of his toes.
Jaskier settled in behind him and raked his fingers through Geralt’s hair, “How does this feel?”
Geralt hummed, honestly not sure of his answer, and continued to stare into the fire.
The bard quickly braided his waves off to the side, very practical compared to his usual work, and wrapped his arms around Geralt’s waist, resting his chin on his shoulder, “What’s too much?”
Geralt only snarled. It was a stupid question. Everything was too much.
“Is it the noise?”
A nod.
“What about your skin?”
Geralt swallowed hard and forced his words out, “Little hairs.”
Jaskier shimmied back to lean against a heavy leather chair, pulling Geralt with him before draping blanket after blanket after blanket over them; finishing the stack with a bearskin. They were cocooned in soft, but not sticky fabric that kept all Geralt’s hair pressed to his skin and a weight that made his legs feel hollow and filled with lead. He could finally take a slow deep breath, feeling his back press into Jaskier’s stomach as his lungs expanded.
“Better?” Jaskier breathed, placing a gentle kiss to Geralt’s temple.
He nodded, turning his head into Jaskier’s chest to breathe in his scent.
“What else do you need, love?”
Geralt’s hands resting on Jaskier’s thighs beneath the blankets involuntarily squeezed when someone dropped what sounded like a dragon sized cauldron on the level below, “Hum for me?”
Jaskier immediately started humming one of Geralt’s favorite songs, pressing a kiss to his hair as he did. The soft rumbles of the bard’s voice and his heartbeat gave Geralt something to focus on other than the cacophony from below. As Jaskier’s voice grew gradually stronger there were gradually less and less distractions, only the pleasant, comforting sound of his lover’s voice and the gentle vibrations emanating from his chest. Geralt shifted slightly and pressed his ear to Jaskier’s sternum, sighing at the warmth of his bard’s skin against the side of his face and the loud, reassuring thrum of his heartbeat. Jaskier clasped his hands together over Geralt’s stomach and the little bit of added pressure did wonders.
Before he knew it, his eyes were fluttering closed and there was a deep rumble accompanying the rise and fall of his chest. He stayed pleasantly pinned to his lover as they waited for the potions to leave his system, purring in accompaniment to Jaskier’s soft singing. Geralt’s purrs started to fade as he drifted closer and closer to sleep, still not entirely feeling clean, but clean enough.
“How are you feeling?” Jaskier’s whisper, coaxed him back from the edge of consciousness just before he was about to fall.
He purred louder in response, something that always made Jaskier smile.
“Alright, let’s get you into the bed, yeah?”
Geralt let himself be propped up on his feet while Jaskier peeled his breaches off and tucked him under the covers before laying the heavy bearskin over him yet again.
“Jask?” Geralt’s voice was more of a croak as he lifted his head off the pillow to search for his bard, “C’m to bed.”
“Already here, love.” Jaskier shuffled over under the covers, pressing himself to Geralt’s back and tucking his thighs up under Geralt’s.
Geralt started purring again as Jaskier pressed a kiss to the base of his neck and snaked an arm around his waist, “I love you,” he sighed, making sure Jaskier could feel just how happy he was through the vibrations in his chest.
“And I you,” Jaskier hummed, giving Geralt a light squeeze, “Now sleep, darling.”
He fought sleep as long as he could, wishing he could stay in this moment forever, but eventually Geralt stopped purring and fell into a deep, restful sleep.
