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Witcher where everything is the same but Ciri is a were-hedgehog

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When friends, family, find out it’s not Geralt who’s touch starved but Jaskier instead, it comes as a shock.

Jaskier is the life of the party, the man with many lovers.

Surely, he knows an intimate touch.

Instead, behind that vibrant smile is someone who aches for a meaningful hug, who grows weary of lust with no sincerity.

So, when Geralt stumbles upon a crying Jaskier, struggling to hide his tears, there’s only one thing he can do.

Geralt wraps his arms around Jaskier, holds the back of his head with a steady hand so Jaskier can bury his face into his shoulder.

The shudder breaks Geralt’s heart and he summons all the love in his soul, the same compassion his brothers have given him over the years.

After a while, Jaskier’s sobs begin to fade and he clings to Geralt as if his life depends on it.

Watery eyes stare at Geralt, but through the tears are a silent gratitude, the chance to finally let hardened walls fall.

From then on, Geralt is never far from Jaskier.

He is careful, deliberate, with his touches and Jaskier melts into each embrace.

Jaskier will never feel empty again, not if Geralt can help it. 

For as long as he’s allowed to remain by Jaskier’s side, Geralt will make sure Jaskier has the love he deserves.

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Witchers head-bonking affectionately like cats do

Geralt doesn’t try it on Jaskier, not at first.

Then, feelings start to build, they get closer by the day and Geralt can’t help himself. 

They’re settling down by the fire when Geralt doesn’t even think about it. 

He just leans in like he does with Eskel and Lambert

But of course, Jaskier has turned his head to say something at that moment and ends up getting his nose head-butted 

Between the cursing and bleeding of his nose, all Jaskier can say is, “WTF?????”

Leaving Geralt to stammer over Just-Witchery-Things and fussing over Jaskier at the same time

Jaskier then finds this all very lovely and cute, so he tries to give Geralt his own head bonks from then on

Sometimes locals think they’re trying to start a fight with one another but then they’re like, “Wait, he’s giggling?”

And naturally, when Jaskier meets the other witchers, it turns into a friendly competition 

Jaskier and Geralt will be cuddling and then Lambert will just shove himself between them to head-bonk one or both

Let’s just say Jaskier’s face has gotten very sturdy from the amount of head-bonks that have gone wrong

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Geralt and Jaskier having different flower languages

Different upbringings and all that, perhaps Geralt is more partial to flowers he can just find in the wild 

While Jaskier likes the more fancy types that need time and care to cultivate

Each time they give the other a flower to show their love, it gets wildly misinterpreted

Jaskier: “Geralt thinks I’m grieving??”

Geralt: “I think Jaskier wants to kill me...let’s see him try.”

Both: “I just thought these flowers looked nice!!! There’s no secret meaning behind it!!!”

Eventually they both get bouquets that leave them absolutely distraught and they have to confront each other

Only to realize they just didn’t understand the other’s respective flower language and they’ve been trying to profess their feelings this entire time

Of course they’re deeply in love at this point, having done their best to justify the different floral arrangements they’ve given each other over the days/months/years

“Okay, yes, I know it looks like he wants me to become sick, but I promise there’s a deeper message!!!!”

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someone (can’t remember the url ;^; ) mentioned artist!geralt and while i can’t draw i sure as hell can use a photo editor

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After

Summary: Geralt stumbles through falling in love with Jaskier

Rating: G

Genre: Canon Universe, Getting Together, First Kiss, Drabble

Words: 413

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AO3

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Geralt wasn’t sure when it happened. 

One second, his mind was plotting out sword techniques, the next, all he could see was Jaskier. 

Jaskier, who always had something to say. Jaskier, who found the light in darkness. Jaskier, who had never left his side after all these years. 

Geralt’s heart twisted as he stared at the man walking about the clearing, collecting sticks for their fire. How graceful and free he moved, humming a soft tune that Geralt ached to hear more of. He moved closer, watched Jaskier and his obliviousness to the world around him. It was beautiful. 

Geralt could go about this a subtler way, something romantic perhaps. But, he was fueled by instinct and Geralt reached out, gently wrapping his fingers around Jaskiers wrist. 

“Have I done something wrong?” Jaskier asked with a teasing grin. 

With the simple shake of his head, Geralt found his voice and tugged Jaskier close. “May I kiss you?”

The sticks fell with a clatter, Jaskier’s eyes widening as his mouth dropped open. Despite Geralt’s desire to look away, he kept his gaze trapped with Jaskier’s until Jaskier cleared his throat quite abruptly. 

“Please.”

Cupping Jaskier’s face with one hand, Geralt brought their lips together, his heartbeat thrumming in his ears. Never had he imagined Jaskier’s lips to feel as soft as this. All worry faded from Geralt, his breathing even and slow. He wanted to stay like this forever, in the warmth that was Jaskier. It was only the need to see Jaskier that convinced Geralt to pull away and he watched with bated breath as Jaskier’s eyes fluttered open. 

“I could do that all day,” Jaskier spoke just above a whisper. 

With slow, careful movements, Jaskier’s arms wrapped around Geralt’s neck while Geralt hugged Jaskier close to him. Their foreheads rested together and they gazed into each other’s eyes as if they were seeing each other for the first time. 

“Does this mean you feel the same?” Geralt’s voice shook, so unfamiliar, a rare time of fear creeping up on him. 

Jaskier let out a small laugh, a smile gracing his face. “Always have, my love.”

Those very words struck a fire in Geralt’s soul and he dragged Jaskier back in for another kiss. With all darkness fading from his mind, Geralt made a silent vow to never let Jaskier go. 

He had found his home and his heart soared with the knowledge that Jaskier had found the same in him as well.

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Whatever you do don’t think about Geralt trying to save Jaskier while he rethinks every decision he’s ever made to the tune of No Good Deed from Wicked

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I just wrote this:

Jaskier’s shout is a prayer to the gods and Geralt is weak for worship.

and now i’m not sure if i’ll ever share this fic because nothing i write from here on out will ever live up to this line