1950′s Pilot!Geralt and Flight Attendant!Jaskier au
tw: War mention, war injury mention
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The year is 1958 and things are finally getting back to normal after the War... sort of.
Jaskier has been cut off by his parents for refusing to attend business school and take over the family vacuum factory, so he decides to get a job (you know, like not-rich people do).
What job would pay decently and allow him to see the world at the same time? Flight attendant, of course!
He just needs enough money to get him to Oxenfurt, the heart of the raging Beatnik movement.
Geralt was drafted and ended up flying with the Witcher Corps during the war, eventually hoping to make a career of the air force. After his injury and subsequent honorable discharge, however, he needs a reliable way to make ends meet.
Luckily, luxury air travel has just come into vogue. With his incredible breadth of technical knowledge and air-tight credentials, Geralt has his pick of available flight paths: he chooses only red-eyes.
Flying odd hours prevents him from having to think about settling down and trapping some poor woman with his sorry excuse for companionship.
Before a late evening intercontinental flight, Geralt meets Morhen Airlines’ latest batch of flight attendants at the gate. One of them in particular, a brunette with striking features and a gloriously round ass, catches his attention.
He reads the boy’s nametag: Jaskier.
Geralt gets into the cockpit and forgets about Jaskier for a solid seven hours, until the sprightly young attendant peeks into the front of the plane with a neat, porcelain cup of coffee. “For you, sir?”
“Hmm.”
They fly together three more times before parting ways. Jaskier always makes sure to give him the first cup from the last batch of coffee. The freshest cup made on any flight.
Slowly, the two men get to know each other.
Jaskier learns about Geralt’s injury and the way his leg hurts when the weather changes.
He learns about the other Witcher Corps pilots, the ones who survived and the ones who didn’t. He holds Geralt’s hand one night at the hotel, letting the larger man cry without judgement.
Jaskier knows how hard it is to lose a family.
The attendant learns about Geralt’s two closest friends, his fellow Wolves and veterans, Lambert and Eskel. Practically Geralt’s brothers.
Geralt learns about Jaskier’s family situation and apologizes. “Nobody should have to go through that. You love each other through your differences, that’s what families do.”
Jaskier sighs and tells Geralt about how much he misses living near the coast. He tells the handsome pilot his greatest wish: to have a little cabin near the ocean, maybe with a dog or a horse. Maybe with a wife... or a husband.
Geralt learns that Jaskier has a beautiful voice, and Jaskier nearly faints when he says: “Sinatra’s got nothing on you, kid.”
And then their casual conversations turn into something else...
Jaskier lingers when he delivers coffee, sometimes just smiling at Geralt in silence.
He lets their hands brush when he gathers Geralt’s dinner dishes from the in-flight meal and blushes when their gazes meet.
He finds himself looking for Geralt in the terminal, searching out that shock of white hair beneath the pilot’s hat.
Geralt finds himself dreaming of brown hair and blue eyes and a bright laugh.
Everywhere he goes he smells chamomile tea and fresh ground coffee.
They eventually come to realize that they’ve fallen in love.
One afternoon before a regular flight, Geralt arrives at the terminal out of uniform. Jaskier gives him a quizzical look, eyebrows wrinkling when the pilot removes the uniform hat from Jaskier’s head.
“Geralt, dear heart, what are you doing?”
“Let’s go.”
“Go where? To see your brothers, to Oxenfurt?”
“No, Jaskier.” Geralt hooks their pinkies together. “Let’s go to the coast.”
