#mouskier

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

do you think... you could... give us more mouskier ?

yes, absolutely, thank you very much for making this request

I miss people sending me random anons and requests like this <3 thank you, and sorry it took so long

tw: none, only fluff

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Geralt frowned down at the small ball of brown fur currently curled - rather cutely, he hated to admit - at the center of his large palm. "Hmm."

The mouse squeaked in what was obviously frustration and darted up his arm to nibble angrily at a lock of his long white hair.

"Hey!" Geralt grabbed at the tiny creature but missed by a hair and accidentally knocked it backwards off his shoulder. The Witcher's breath halted violently at the center of his chest as he utilized his reflexes to stop the mouse from hitting the ground. "Fuck, Jaskier. We need to get you changed back as quickly as possible."

The mouse twitched its whiskers - displeasure - and turned its back to Geralt. The Witcher gently turned him back around and pressed a quick kiss to the warm fur at the top of his tiny head.

With a popping noise, the room filled with the warm scent of chamomile. A burst of blue-ish glitter revealed Jaskier's human form, looking at Geralt with wide and wondering eyes. "Was that..."

Geralt's realization dawned blush-warm across his skin. He nodded. "Yeah... Fuck."

Jaskier grinned.

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

More mouskier if you have the time? 🥺

I do, in fact, have the time for you <3

tw: NONE, JUST MOUSKIER FLUFF

follow up to this anon request/prompt fill

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Geralt keeps Jaskier’s small, delicate mouse form tucked against his chest and feigns a wound in his arm to excuse the hunched, protective posture he takes as he stalks through town towards the inn. He flies through the door and up the stairs to their rented room and sets the small brown mouse on his pillow.

“How are you always getting into scrapes like this?”

Jaskier’s tiny nose twitches back and forth and he shrugs his miniscule rodent flanks like they’re shoulders. He curls into a little ball and starts cleaning his hands with his quick-moving tongue and teeth. Geralt thinks it’s absolutely adorable but refuses to say anything (it’d go straight to Jaskier’s head and he doesn’t really need any further encouragement). 

Geralt feeds him tiny pieces of bread and cheese off his own plate for dinner and lets the mouse sleep next to his head, near his hair but not nested within it. 

“Goodnight, Julek.”

In return he receives a quiet squeak and a gentle nuzzle with a tiny, wet pink nose. Even as a mouse, Jaskier knows how to say I love you, too.