"Aaron has spent the last couple of months wondering what was real, which parts of their relationship, their marriage, could withstand the examination of hindsight, and has come up with nothing. He doesn’t really know John. He saw him for the first time today, mask off, as they were speeding towards collision."
Aaron reflects on everything that happened with John and Robert as he sits waiting at the hospital
Jay Halstead holding Hailey Upton’s hands while proposing to her, then smooshing himself down so she can stand on her tippytoes and kiss him without craning her neck | CHICAGO P.D. / 9.01, “Closure” (2021)
So! This was the last of the prompts for @thepassifloradiscord Fluff Bingo Card nr 3, this time for Getting engaged!
Written around midnight and posted as soon as I woke up, so sorry if my spelling and grammar is a little funky but I'm running out of time xD
Please enjoy our boys! <3
On Ao3 here
Witchers don’t get nervous, Geralt tells himself, fiddling with the flower Jaskier gave him, absolutely feeling nervous. The day had been perfect, just the two of them on the road, but Jaskier was… different.
Good different, but a way that made him ache with anticipation. The bard is planning something, Geralt can tell. It’s in the way he keeps smiling secretly to himself, keeps checking his pockets, the way he gave Geralt a flower and kissed his cheek, like he gave him his entire heart to hold- yes, Geralt is a little nervous.
He feels like he is being courted. Wooed. And it's working, despite already being thoroughly lost on the man. Every time Jaskier reaches for him, it's like when he first finally acknowledged this thing he was feeling for Jaskier, and let himself respond to it.
Roach is pulling at the reins next to him, finding him an absolute bore when he doesn't let her graze by the road side. Technically, they are on their way somewhere, but there is also absolutely no hurry.
He walks next to her, and when she realizes Geralt will not give in, she sighs. Big heavy sigh. She hangs out too much with the bard.
"So dramatic." He tells her with a smile, and she agrees, letting her ears droop and drags her legs behind her.
"What did I do?" Jaskier asks from in front of them, turning to look at Geralt. Fuck he is so beautiful.
"Wasn't talking to you." Geralt tells him, and pats his dramatic mare on the neck, only to see his dramatic bard fake swooning.
"Oh, no, he loves me less than his horse! Oh woe me!"
There is only one reply to that, so Geralt hums and rolls his eyes. This is not a discussion he will have with both of them present, or things are going to go sideways really quick.
There is a set up resting spot by the side of the road, a few travelers there already, but Jaskier frowns at them and shakes his head and leads them on. He doesn't say why, but the way he takes hold of Geralt's hand, their fingers laced together, palm pressed against palm, it doesn't matter.
All is well as long as Jaskier holds his hand.
Yes, Geralt is a sap. He can admit it in the safety of his own mind. No witches here to read it anyway.
They walk until Jaskier seems to find what they are looking for. A small, overgrown trail takes them to an old burnt out house. The only remenants of what once were is the cornerstones and the wild but beautiful garden.
Jaskier smiles and leads them towards a big old apple tree. Before Geralt lets him unpack Roach however, there are some things to confirm. Like the witcher he is, Geralt walks around the house, flower behind his ear and ready to draw his sword should his medallion make the smallest vibration. But it seems clear. Just the singing birds and the whooshing of leaves.
"Finished?" Jaskier asks, hands at his sides. Geralt nods. "You don't remember clearing out this area only two springs ago?"
....Did he? Maybe he did.
"You got 20 Orens and a gwent card." Jaskier reminds him, and oh yes, alright, Geralt remembers. He got an excellent archer card from that one, that he traded with Lambert as soon as he met him.
"Now come join me. Oh, and maybe take off Roach's saddle, we're going to be here for a while."
"We are?" Geralt asks with an amused smirk.
"Oh yes." Jaskier agrees and looks away with a blush, touching his pocket again. It makes Geralt curious out of his mind, but he won't ask.
Together they set up the tent and a picnic blanket Jaskier somehow smuggled into their packs. The wine had been saving is also brought up, and from his own bag, Jaskier produces a kind of cookie with jam and some honey for the stale bread Geralt picks up from one of the saddle bags.
It's early summer still, too early still for the heat to become troublesome, but late enough for flowers to spring forth everywhere and the apple tree to bloom.
They eat their make shift dinner in relative silence, which is unusual for Jaskier, but he looks lost in thought. Geralt doesn't push, just enjoys listening to Roach snorting, the birds singing, the gentle humming of Jaskier as he absently chews on a piece of bread.
When Jaskier attempts to chew on the cork from the wine bottle, Geralt intercepts his hand, grabbing his wrist.
"Alright. Spit it out."
Jaskier tenses up, his every feature reads how nervous he suddenly is.
"What?"
"You almost ate a cork. What is distracting you this much?"
Only now does Jaskier notice that it indeed is a cork in his hand, and he lets it go with a frown.
"I... Hmm." Jaskier says, and that infuriating blush is back again, and he can't seem to meet Geralt's eyes. "I have a surprise for you?"
Jaskier dives towards his bag again, digging until he can find a little wooden box with some fabric sticking out.
When he opens it and shows it to Geralt, the witcher can't help but gasp.
"Grapes? This time a year?"
"You have no idea how much I paid for these." Jaskier agrees. "Come. Put your head in my lap."
Jaskier leans back on the apple tree, Geralt resting his head on Jaskier's thighs. It is comfortable. Familiar. Every now and then, Jaskier pops a grape into his mouth, plays with his hair, and then finally picks up a poetry book and reads it out loud.
It is a love poem, of course. They have been, for the past weeks. Jaskier's free hand is resting on Geralt's chest, fingers tracing the worn fabric of his tunic.
"Geralt?" Jaskier asks after a while, and Geralt realizes he has closed his eyes.
"Hmm?" He doesn't open them. Too comfortable.
"There is... I have something I want to ask you."
The bard's hand is still on his chest now, the book put down and the grapes gone. It's just them, and the way that Jaskier is looking down at him.
"Ugh, no, this is such a weird angle, sorry, here."
Jaskier helps him sit up, making room for him to lean against the tree. Their knees knock together and Jaskier takes a hold of his hand again.
"You know I am a viscount, right?" Geralt nods. "It doesn't mean much in the end, but it does make loving me a little more... serious."
"I know this. I still want you." Geralt reassures him, tightening his grip. "If you'll have me."
"My sister is married now, and she has taken over our estate. I am a man free to love again." Jaskier says shakily, before letting his free hand slide into his pocket and dig out a little pouch. "Which brings me to this."
Oh.
Wait. Hang on.
"I love you, Geralt, you must know." Their eyes finally meet, and they turn to face each other properly. "You make each day worth waking to, each step worth taking if it is by your side."
Geralt's heart is doing something weird, it is beating hard as if he is in a fight, his hand suddenly feels damp against Jaskier's, and witchers are not supposed to be nervous, but things are about to irrevocably change.
"Geralt of Rivia, you are the best and the worst thing that ever happened to me. I have nothing to offer you but my hand, but if you would take it, you would make me the happiest man in the world."
For a long moment, Geralt doesn't know what to say. He looks at Jaskier's hopeful eyes, his hands growing even more clammy.
"What?" He manages finally, and Jaskier chuckles.
"Guess you haven't been proposed to too often." He jokes, and oh, it is really happening. "Geralt. Will you marry me? I have talked to my sister's adviser and he says that-"
"I will. I do. I-" Geralt interrupts. He doesn't know what to say, what to do, his hands are shaking with some kind of adrenaline, worse than that first time he pushed himself into kissing Jaskier. The bard's hands comes up to hold his face, to cradle his jaw, and their foreheads press together.
"You want to?" Jaskier breathes, smile spreading on his lips.
"I want nothing else. Anything that will tie me to you. Everything." Geralt whispers, closing his eyes when Jaskier is kissing him, soft, happy pecks that makes him laugh.
"So not marrying me for my title then?" Jaskier jokes.
"Fuck your title." Geralt growls, leaning in to kiss him again and Jaskier chuckles.
"I got you a ring..." Jaskier says finally, leaning back, a blush climbing from his ear to his chest. He fiddles with the little pouch, untying it and revealing a golden ring on a chain. "Figured you are not a ring person, but I wanted you to have this."
"Help me put it on?" Geralt asks, turning his back and lifting up his hair so that Jaskier can reach. His warm arms are around him, reaching around, and then he feels him fiddle with the clasp at his neck.
The chain is a little shorter than the one for his medallion, but not by much. It hangs over his heart, and Geralt presses his hand to it, Jaskier's arms wrapping around his waist as he leans against his back.
"I love you, witcher mine." Jaskier whispers.
"I love you, poet of my heart." Geralt whispers back.
Alright, maybe he is a sap outside his head sometimes too. It is worth it however, when Jaskier holds him closer and kisses him behind his ear.
"I was so nervous you wouldn't want this." Jaskier admits after a while.
"I'm a greedy man, Julek." Geralt murmurs back. "Everything you offer, I will accept. Always."
"Help me put on my ring too?" Jaskier says shakily, letting go of Geralt only so he can turn back and bring out the other ring that was in the pouch. More finger sized this time, with more elven inscriptions.
Geralt holds Jaskier's hand in both of his, slowly putting the ring on his ring finger. When he is done, he presses feather light kisses to each of Jaskier's fingertips.
They sit on their blanket for a long time. Until the light fades, they feed each other what is left of the sweets, until hands start to wander and it is time to go inside the tent and touch, feel, love each other in every way they can.
They fall asleep in each other's arms, Jaskier's ring clad hand resting over Geralt's heart, next to a ring with elven script, just one word.
Summary: When Dean and Castiel disappear during the fight with Leviathans Sam and you decide that a quiet life where no one else will die or disappear is better. But how long will you be able to live the quiet life?
Warnings: smut... lots of smutty smut goodness. um a hint of angst after some fluff
Sam pinned your body against the counter as his kiss engulfed your soul.
“I want you,” He muttered against your lips. You moaned against him as you melted into that desire. You didn’t realize how badly you wanted him until he said it out loud. All previous thoughts and doubts left your mind and you allowed yourself you be swept away in Sam’s lust. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his hips, letting him carry you to your room and drop you on the bed.
“Take your clothes off,” You demanded as you started to strip. You had seen Sam mostly naked. You had shared motel rooms, and you had stitched up his wounds. But this was different, you were looking at him differently and you wanted to see his body.
“God you're beautiful,” Sam groaned as he matched your pace. You were both gasping for air and staring at the other’s naked body with a haze of lust before Sam came over and laid over you on the bed to kiss you more. “I want you,” he said again as his kisses drifted down your body.
“I want you too, I want to feel you inside of me,” you said and Sam groaned and rutted against the bed at your words. He grabbed your leg and draped it over his shoulder before kissing the inside of your leg.
“I love you,” he said looking up at you, almost obscenely. Your breath caught in your lungs. You weren’t sure you could respond. You knew it was true and you knew that you reciprocated that love, you just weren’t sure you could say it. Before you had a chance you utter anything, Sam was going down on you. His tongue worked at your core, lapping at your juices, and making you buck your hips up against his mouth.
You reached down and pulled his hair, to guide him away from your center.
“As much as I liked that,” You whispered as your lips met his and you tasted yourself on his lips. “I want some other part of you inside me.” Sam was so tall that you could actually feel his cock twitch between your legs just the way you were. He let the head of his cock nudge your slick entrance.
“You’re sure you want this?” He asked one last time. You nodded your head.
“I want you,” You thought long and hard for exactly two seconds, then said, “I love you.” Sam plunged his cock inside of you and worked you both to more than one climax.
Sam finished his degree and started to practice law, defending hunters. Everything was small time to keep the two of you off the radar, but it was work. And it was hunting, in a way. Sam wanted to go out to a fancy restaurant in town and asked Jody to help get you there. She had taken it upon herself to help you get ready as well. Your hair, make-up, clothes, everything.
“What is going on?” You asked. But every time you asked, you got the same answer.
“You’ll see,” and she would grin or giggle excitedly. She drove you to the restaurant, and Sam was waiting for you inside with flowers scattered all around the table.
“What is going on?” You asked one final time, ready to flip the, albeit very pretty, table.
“I can’t wait any longer, I’m so nervous,” Sam said to a waiter as you sat at the table. Sam pushed in your chair, then held out a box as he knelt next to you. “Will you marry me?”
“Wait, seriously? That’s what this is all about?!” You asked. You were so astonished that you hadn’t let his question actually wash over you. He wanted to make it official with you.
“Yes,” He laughed. “I love you, I want you, I don’t want to waste any more time, cause life is too short,” He was rambling. You leaned forward and kissed him.
“I will marry you. But you didn’t need to take me to a fancy place.” You chuckled as Sam slipped the ring on your finger. It was an amazing meal, and the two of you drove back home full tired and happy.
“Heya, Sammy.” Dean’s voice echoed from inside your home.
