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samantha-rae-velcher · 7 months

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Master List Pt. 2

YouTubers

Swaggersouls

Streamers Dream - smut

Markiplier

Games of the many - smut

Joysticks and pushing buttons - smut

Sticks and stones - smut

That one look - smut

The punishment unforgotten - Violence/smut

A need for it and her - smut

The stress is real - fluff

"Im sorry, honey" - fluff

Roomies or More? (Egos) - smut

Yancy NSFW alphabet - smut

Love mistaken for hate (Wilford Warfstache) - fluff

Don't fear the reaper (Darkiplier) - smut

Dark lust (Darkiplier) - smut

Static (Darkiplier) - smut

Warp core breech Pt.1 (ISWM) - fluff

Warp core breech Pt.2 (ISWM) - fluff

Seeing Stars (ISWM) - fluff

Jacksepticeye

Blue tint and cold tiles - smut

Marvel

Me and the Devil walking side by side (Daredevil) - fluff

Sorcerer Supreme (Doctor Strange) - smut

More like Einstein (Tony Stark) - smut

Two tons of iron (Tony Stark) - smut

Green-ish (Bruce Banner) - smut

Tender Touch (Scott Lang) - smut

The speed of light (Pietro Maximoff) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.1 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.2 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.3 (Bucky Barnes) - Violence/ fluff

Feathers and Swords (Clint Barton) - smut

Hawks gold (Clint Barton) - fluff

As beautiful as an angel (Yondu Udonta) - fluff

Fear makes love (Ronan the accuser) - smut

Sharp as steel (Wolverine) - smut

Blades that steel the heart (Wolverine) - fluff

Obviously not that obvious (Drax the Destroyer) - smut

Tattoo Buddies (Chato Santana) - fluff

Soldier Boy (Rick Flag) - smut

Slice and dice (Captain boomerang) - smut

Scars and stripes (BOP Victor Zsasz) - smut

TWD

Guns of blazing love (Aaron) - smut

Maybe evil Maybe not But just about (Shane) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.1 (Negan) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.2 (Negan) - Smut

Barbed Wire Pt.3 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.4 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.5 (Negan) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.6 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.7 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.8 (Negan) - fluff

Star Wars

The light within (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff

The force of two (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff

The force binds all (Obi Wan Kenobi) - smut

The intimidating side of things (Boba Fett) - smut

Orders (Poe Dameron) - angst/ fluff

Black ink (Darth Maul) - smut

The Witcher

How The Witcher men react when you cry - fluff

Bard and Bells (Jaskier) - fluff

Gotham

Gotham Villains teaching s/o to shoot a gun

Gotham Villains when s/o doesn't answer the phone

How Gotham Villains react to their s/o getting shot

Sexting with Oswald Cobblepot - smut

Gotham's King and Queen (Oswald Cobblepot) - angst

I will kill you (Oswald Cobblepot) - fluff

Emperor Penguin (Oswald Cobblepot) - smut

Smoking Roses Pt.1 (Victor Zsasz) - smut

Smoking Roses Pt.2 (Victor Zsasz)- smut

Tainted Riddle (Ed Nygma) - fluff

What am I? (Ed Nygma) - fluff/Violence

Five-O (Jim Gordon) - smut

Stalked (Jeremiah Valeska) - Violence/fluff

Fantastic Beasts

Blue fire and silver smoke (Gellert Grindelwald) - fluff

Heaven without fear (Credence Barebone) - smut

Boardwalk Empire

Gentleman with a dark side (Arnold Rothstein) - smut

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its-bread-bitch · 11 months

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*ahem*

Jaskier with tattoos.

That’s all.

#geralt x jaskier #jaskier #jaskier witcher #julian alfred pankratz #dandelion #dandelion witcher #geraskier #gerlion #geraskefer #geraskeir #the witcher #joey batey

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bluedillylee · 8 months

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👑⚓️ love how horny Calanthe and Eist were for each other

well I think Jaskier would also love that 😉 doesn’t he love to get involved with couples?

click this link to AO3 to see a battle scarred GILF, tattooed Grandpa, and a bard living his best life

just don't tell Ciri, ok?

#The witcher #witcher netflix #queen calanthe #calanthe of cintra #eist tuirseach #jaskier

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0dde11eth · 1 year

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I made a post a while ago about jaskier getting a tiny ankle tattoo.

This is how he ends arguments with lambert for ages:

#my nonsense #jaskier #kaer morons #another day in kaer morhen #lambert #jaskier and lambert the chaotic duo

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chaosandorder46 · 2 months

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OK...the glassblowing AU was spawned in the comment section of a current WIP. Triss is the very single artist/owner of a glassblowing studio, somehow Sabrina makes her way into a class, and the rest is history. This one will probably lean toward the sillier side, because DID YOU KNOW THE FURNACE IN GLASSBLOWING IS REFERRED TO AS A GLORY HOLE? Jaskier and Yen have things to say about that.

Next, we have a smirking, but reserved owner of a shop selling fountain pens, specialty inks, paper, etc (deVries stationary) located next to a tattoo shop. The new artist is a bit chaotic, but has flowing black hair and the most unique purple eyes. Their lives intersect...the rest is history. This would probably be more serious, but also, I can't really take anything seriously?

#polls #tissaia x yennefer #yennefer of vengerberg #tissaia de vries #fountain pen #yennaia #the witcher #the witcher netflix #triss merigold #sabrina glevissig #glass blowing #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geraskier probably #what to write next?

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 2 years

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Misattribution of Arousal Theory

me?? writing a fic based on something i learned in class????? never

jk its a tradition at this point. welcome to the circus

Pairing: geraskier

CW: dislocated ankles, inaccurate medical procedure/info (idk if this is how it works but i liked the vibes), Jaskier needing a rescue, the meet cute of my dreams, if i missed something hmu

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The pop of Jaskier’s ankle dislocating almost echoed through his body. He knew that wasn’t how sound worked, and bones weren’t that kind of hollow, but the immediate signals of “oh fuck” that shot through his body seemed to amplify the sound in a way that made his stomach churn.

He laid there on the forest floor for what felt like hours, metaphorically kicking himself for focusing more on where his phone was pointing than where his feet were going. At least that deeply ingrained need to be near his phone kept him from flinging it too far away from him as he fell. The rescue team the firefighters said they’d send in their place would be there soon at the very least. Not that he was thrilled for anyone to see him in that condition or prepared to look another adult in the eye and tell them how he’d done this to himself.

Just as he was starting to think no one would ever show and he would have to drag himself back to his car and drive himself to the hospital on the busted ankle, he heard a distant rumbling shout. Propping himself up on his elbows, he could just barely see a bright reflective jacket through the underbrush surrounding the trail. The voice shouted again, this time close enough for Jaskier to understand his name.

Relief flooded his body and he let loose an unhinged cackle before summoning everything he had to yell, “Over here!”

Jaskier could only see the vague outline of a man through the massive ferns and maple saplings, so he wasn’t at all prepared for the Adonis that emerged from around the bend, looking down on him like a gift from a god with a sick sense of humor. He was probably Jaskier’s height, definitely wider and more muscular, something very obvious from how his black under-armor shirt clung to his pecks and biceps. The reflective jacket tied around his waist only emphasized how this man was superhero-shaped and momentarily distracted Jaskier from the most gorgeous stark white curly hair he’d ever seen.

It was only after staring at the man’s ruggedly gorgeous face for a few seconds too long that Jaskier realized his mouth was hanging open and he had been slowly inhaling for about ten whole seconds.

The man graciously pretended not to notice as he picked his way down the slightly washed-out and rocky path and introduced himself, “You’d better not go into shock now that someone’s here. I still need cooperation. I’m Geralt, by the way.”

Jaskier’s mouth immediately snapped shut, and he shoved himself into a seated position, wincing when his leg shifted with the movement, “No shock, still very much in pain.”

Geralt flashed him a disarming grin as he crouched down next to where he sat on the muddy ground, “Yeah? Good. Neither of us wants to wait for a stretcher. How are you with pain tolerance?”

Swallowing hard and attempting not to let the fear show on his face, Jaskier spoke as he watched Geralt slowly and gently unlaced the high-top boots he was wearing, “Uhm… depends on what it is? I got my elbow ditch tattooed, if that gives you a hint?” His voice creeping up at least an octave as Geralt removed his boot had him absolutely mortified.

Handing him the boot Geralt shifted to sit on the trail closer to Jaskier’s foot, “And how’d you deal with that? What made it easier?”

“Talking,” Jaskier blurted, starting to feel his adrenaline pick up as his eyes focused on his foot pointing in the very wrong direction for the first time since he fell. He hadn’t needed to see it to know something was severely wrong, but he didn’t know just how wrong until he registered his kneecap pointing skyward and his toes pointing toward Geralt, “I- uh. I think I just babled like stream- stream of consciousness- poor artists probably thought I was a lunatic. I got a little yelly too- Like now. Help- helped me breathe, though. And the whole vocal folds connecting to fascia and all that.”

Geralt nodded and smoothed his hand over his hair to push his flyaways out of his face, “What are you thinking about, then?”

After a moment of panicked realization he was in for yet more pain, Jaskier answered a little too honestly, “Misattribution of Arousal Theory.”

To his absolute horror, Geralt paused and raised an eyebrow before asking him what that was.

“Its this idea- oh shit OW.” Jaskier let slip a bit of outrage on the ‘ow’, partially at himself and partially because he couldn’t believe this beautiful man had to meet him like this.

“Its the idea…” Geralt prompted, waving Jaskier along as he picked up his heel.

Searing pain shot up his leg, but Jaskier bared his teeth and pushed through it anyway, if only because the pretty man wanted to hear him talk, “The idea that people can mistake heightened levels of endorphins, aka arousal, for stronger EMOTIONS AND ATTRACTION- FUCK!!”

Almost before he’d screamed about it, his ankle was back in place and the pain dissipated. It was still definitely there, but he could unclench his ass and take a deep, if shaky, breath.

“Stronger attraction, huh?” Geralt asked, sitting so he could rest his arm on his knee and giving Jaskier a smirk halfway between teasing and seductive.

“I- I mean it works both ways,” Jaskier panted, leaning back hard on his hands and glancing back and forth between Geralt and his foot now pointing the correct direction, “Can increase disgust and rage too…”

Nodding with an expression that told Jaskier he wasn’t hiding his embarrassment nearly well enough, Geralt rifled through the pack Jaskier had failed to notice when he’d arrived and produced a water bottle, “Whatever you say, college boy.”

Scoffing before he drained half the crinkly plastic bottle, Jaskier leaned into the joke, “I’m an expert, I promise.”

Geralt laughed as he stood up and Jaskier couldn’t help but be a little captivated when the afternoon sunlight gave him a golden halo. Offering his hand, Geralt seemed to be unable to keep the chuckle out of his voice, “When you write this into a paper, can I get a cool nickname? Maybe The Hero or Knight? Or does my name even need changing?”

Taking his hand and letting Geralt help haul him to his feet, Jaskier squeaked, “Oh, I'm far too embarrassed to write this into a paper. Your identity’s safe with me,” right before attempting to put weight on his ankle and collapsing into Geralt’s arms. Jaskier cursed his adrenaline for making his good leg weak as Geralt wrapped his arms around his torso, keeping him far closer than he needed to while supporting his weight.

“I think I need to carry you out of here,” Geralt’s lowered, nearly whispered words held far more than professionalism would allow.

Jaskier made the mistake of looking up into his eyes and completely losing his breath. Misattribution errors or not, he didn’t really care; this man was gorgeous and cradling him oh so gently and looking at him with what he could only call a pleading bid for actual interest.

“I think so, too,” Jaskier whispered.

The piggy back ride to the trailhead wasn’t exactly glamorous, but Geralt made sure to make up for it later when he carried Jaskier back down the aisle at their wedding.

#geraskier #geralt #jaskier #geralt of rivia #jullian alfred pankratz #the witcher #the witcher fic #meet cute

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dapandapod · 2 years

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So many witcher fics

Attempting to clean my master lists, so here is another pile of early witcher fics!

These are written between 2020 and early 2021, the start of my witcher career! please enjoy!

-Fingertips Words: 1244 Jaskier is too stressed out to sleep, Geralt is brave and tries to help. Fluffy fluff fluff.

- Connecting dots Words 2981 Geralt is hit by a lying curse, and no braincells where seen that day.

- I just called to say I love you Words: Geralt is staying over at a hotel for a hunt. But he misses Jaskier something terribly, and as if he read his mind, Jaskier calls him.

- Two Pillows Word: 2098 Geralt sleeps with two pillows. One for his head and one to hold. And then Jaskier comes along.

- You bring me colors Words: 1400 When your soulmate is born, they bring colors. And when they die, the colors dissapears. There are many ways to die.

-My blue pearl Words: 1,466 Geralt is a tattoo artist and Jaskier gets an emotional tattoo. And later a date.

-Can I stay? Words: 4481 Jaskier has to stay over in Geralts flat, but there is only one bed....

-Family portrait Words: 2,323 Queen Calanthe is not a fan of hedgehogs.

-All kinds of pointy Words: 1,569 Jaskier has a temper and Geralt likes it.

-A story of catnip and Witchers Words: 1,863 Turns out catnip has certain effects on witchers.

-Prove it Words: 1,441 When provided with a floor, you dance.

-Pretty Barmaids and Evil Witchers (part 1) Words: 1,424 -Pretty Witchers and Evil Bards (part 2)Words: 1,805 There is a barmaid taking great liberites with his Geralt.

-Taste of apples Words: 716 As a podfic by @kyokotsukuyomi Smooches -Touch of home Words: 853 As a podfic by @kyokotsukuyomi Hugs -Place your smile in mine Words: 1251 Holding of hands Jaskier asks, Geralt provides.

- Love Language Words: 1397 Jaskier thought he know how Geralt expressen affection. But it turns out there is more to learn.

-Flowers and bad ideas Words: 1,460 Jaskier sneezes and Geralt is sure he is about to die

-Everything I wanted Words: 1,169 After the mountain Jaskier is almost beaten to death. But Geralt comes for him.

-Roach!Roach my beloved! Words: 2435 “Duck removal. Witcher wanted. Good pay.” Or - the first time Geralt meets Roach.

-Sing with me Words: From his bedroom window, Jaskier can hear the sirens sing. He learns from them, loves them. When he comes to Oxenfurt, it takes him no time at all to see that Valdo is one of them. mer!valdo x Jaskier

- Lady of the lake Words: Renfri needs to find a magic sword to finally end Stregobor. The lake where it is said to be hidden, she finds Yennefer instead. A mer!yennefer x renfri story

-Child of surprise Words: 2057 Roach finds herself a handsom unicorn

-A song unsung Words: 1,127 TW death “Have you ever lost someone before?” Jaskier asks. “Yes.” “Is it always this hard?”

#the witcher #master post #at least for now i guess xD #geraskier #lambden #valskier #yenfri #geralt x jaskier #dapanda writes

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iris-sistibly · 1 year

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The Witcher but make it modern.

Geralt, Yennefer and Jaskier living together and raising their daughter Ciri.

Ciri opened her TikTok app and pressed the record button. After greeting her followers, she focused the camera on Geralt, Yennefer and Jaskier who were having breakfast. Jaskier happily waves at the camera, Yennefer makes fierce model faces, and Geralt's brows furrowed, he is a very private person but he appears on his daughter's videos on rare occasions.

Geralt: Why are you focusing the camera on us?

He noticed on the screen's background a set of words, Ciri quickly explained that she was doing this trend about parents' rules on certain things and her followers were curious about her parents' take on this.

Jaskier: (enthusiastic as always, coz he's the fun parent, duh) Ooh! Sounds fun!

Yennefer: Interesting, alright let's do this

Geralt: (pretends to be uninterested) Hm

Ciri: Okay Mama, Papa and Daddy what are your rules about partying?

Geralt: You have to have a chaperone.

Ciri: (scoffs) That's ridiculous papa!

Jaskier: He's crazy, don't listen to him cub. As long as we know who you're with and the place you're at it's perfectly fine.

Yennefer: Agreed.

Ciri: Curfew?

Geralt: You're only 13, you're not allowed to stay out late period.

Ciri: Mama? (Looks at Yen with puppy eyes)

Yennefer: 6pm and only on weekends, summer and/or school breaks.

Ciri: Ugh! You guys are no fun (turns to Jaskier) Dad?

Jaskier: I'll let you stay out until 12 midnight, but only on no school days and with permission from Yen and Geralt.

Geralt and Yen: No!

Ciri sighed and rolled her eyes.

Ciri: Dating?

Geralt: I'll challenge him to become a bruxa bait, if he survives then he can take you out.

Ciri: (laughs) That is so mean!

Geralt: Hardly, I call it a test. If they want to date you then they have to prove to us that they're capable of protecting you.

Ciri: Aw...that's cute!

Yennefer: (Faces the camera) See everyone? Geralt is the over-the-top overprotective one

Jaskier: You're still a child cub, no need to hurry. We'll allow you when you're 18.

Geralt: 25

Ciri: What?!

Yennefer: Your father thinks you're gonna be a baby forever little witch, we all do actually but 18 is fine, though you have to remember what we always tell you about dating and relationships

Ciri: (nods) Always be mindful of the red flags...and drinking?

Yennefer: When you are of legal age and you have to be a responsible drinker

Geralt and Jaskier nod in agreement.

Ciri: Tattoos?

Geralt: I don't mind

Yennefer: Yeah it's fine, I suppose

Jaskier: (shrugs) As long as we get matching tattoos

Ciri: (chuckles) As long as I get to choose the design

Jaskier: Why? What's wrong with my choices?

Ciri: (giggles) No offense dad but your choices are too...bold

Yennefer: Terrible

Geralt: Ridiculous

Jaskier: (gasps, looking offended) excuse me?!

Ciri: Piercing?

Geralt: Fine

Yennefer: They're cute

Jaskier: Are we seriously going to ignore the fact that you called my tattoo choices 'terrible' and 'ridiculous?!'

The girl shook her head, that's pretty much their normal day as a family. She stopped recording afterwards, Geralt and Yennefer continued eating, and talked about their plans for the day (it was a Saturday). Ciri snickered while reviewing the video, and Jaskier still wouldn't stop blabbering about how cool his tattoo choices are.

Jaskier: (still offended af) You guys are just too old fashioned!

A/N: This dumb bitch forgot that there is another The Witcher fic in my drafts folder that was supposed to be posted before NYE. Anyway, here's a little fanfic of Geraskefer and Ciri in a modern setting.

#netflix series #the witcher #andrzej sapkowski #henry cavill #anya chalotra #freya allan #joey batey #geralt of rivia #yennefer of vengerberg #ciri of cintra #cirilla fiona elen riannon #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #dandelion #geraskefer #fanfiction

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geraskierficrecs · 1 year

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New Villainous Fic!

A new, fluffy look at retired life after the events of Villainous and Heroic. Read it here.

Teaser:

The woman on the other side jumped at the sudden sound and Jaskier’s frowning visage. He watched her eyes go wide as she took in his shirtless torso—Geralt produced far too much heat to bother with anything more than shorts to sleep—and the dark lines of his tattoos. There was an obvious flash of disapproval before she tempered it with a wide, practiced smile.

“Good morning!” she chirped. “I hope I didn’t wake you—I was just hoping to introduce myself.”

Jaskier let the silence fall like a lead weight between them before giving her a bland smile. “Do you often introduce yourself to people at dawn?”

She laughed like he’d told a joke, fluttering her hands through the air. “Oh aren’t you cute! I hadn’t even realized it was so early. I’ve always been an early riser though—there’s always so much to do in my position.”

“And what is your position?”

“Oh my! I’m so sorry, I just assumed everyone knew—I’m Joyce, the president of the HomeOwners Association. And you’re Mr. Pankratz.”

“I prefer Jaskier.” He leaned indolently against the doorframe, crossing his arms across his chest in a way that made his muscles more prominent. It also drew attention to the dark lines of tattoo ink covering his chest, crawling up to the edges of his neck. He resisted the urge to grin when a blush stained her cheeks. “I wasn’t aware we were a part of any HomeOwners Association.”

“Oh yes, you should have been provided the paperwork with the home.”

He thought about the pile of papers he’d tossed in a drawer in favor of finding ways to fuck Geralt against every available surface. It seemed he might have to reassess their importance.

“I’m sure your wife will be interested in some of our community activities we offer. We’ve got a lovely knitting group if she—“

Her words trailed off as Geralt padded up behind Jaskier, looking rumpled and delicious in a thin shirt and shorts. The Witcher had taken to retirement easily and proven to be especially lazy when it came to mornings doing anything besides cuddling in their large bed.

“Who’s this?” Geralt asked in a voice that also conveyed his displeasure at waking up in an empty bed.

“Joyce from the HOA,” Jaskier murmured, delighting in the way Geralt leaned close to press a kiss against his cheek instead of acknowledging the older woman. “She was just telling me about a knitting class you might like.”

#modern au #hero geralt #villain jaskier #fluff #humor #modern with magic #dom/sub undertones #top jaskier #bottom geralt #my stuff #established relationship #geraskier #geraltxjaskier #jaskier/geralt #geralt/jaskier #geralt x jaskier #the witcher #ao3feed

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kueble · 2 years

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Wish Me Luck

This was written for the “Party” prompt for @witchersummercamp. It’s a collaboration with the lovely @firefly-party and so many details came about because of working together. I love it! The artwork is below!

This follows Spider Plant, Spider Plant, Does Whatever a Spider Can

Teen. Warnings: none. 2,200 words.

Jaskier/Eskel

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Jaskier isn’t nervous, so much as he just wants the evening to be perfect. He sighs and runs his hands through his hair before darting back in front of the mirror and making sure it looks artfully tousled again. He looks damn good tonight, but it’s never been his looks that were the problem. He contemplates texting his therapist, but she’s off the clock and they’ve spent ages boosting his confidence.

He debates throwing on a little lip gloss, wondering if Eskel would appreciate it, but he doesn’t want to push too much on a first date. There is already a jaunty little flamingo hanging from his ear - perfectly matching his outfit - and anything else seems like it might be verging into “quirky” territory. He glances down at his navy shorts, grinning at the hot pink flamingos embroidered all over them, and realizes that Eskel already likes him. This is a man who watched him sing a theme song to a fucking plant and still wants to date him.

Sucking in a slow breath, Jaskier checks the mirror one last time before grabbing his wallet and keys. He’s about to head out the door when he remembers who he should be thanking for this little venture. Spinning on his heels, he scurries over to his spider plant and bends down to blow it a kiss. “Wish me luck, Peter,” he says before leaving for his date.

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They agreed to meet outside the Botanical Gardens, because it seemed safer for a first date. Jaskier hates to offer to drive until a person is comfortable with him, and as genuine as Eskel seems, he would feel awkward without his own ride home. He spent so much time fussing with his appearance that Eskel beats him to the gala. Eskel doesn’t seem to notice him, so Jaskier takes a moment to study him while he slowly approaches the entrance.

Eskel looks like he would be a rough and tumble kind of guy, but Jaskier already knows how fucking soft he is under his tough appearance. Someday he hopes to gain enough trust to get the backstory on his facial scars - and to see if he has other hidden ones - but he plans on taking his time, getting to know him before asking the hard questions. Eskel is dressed in a pink button down - covered with adorable goats, of all things - with the sleeves rolled up, and he looks absolutely edible. There’s a tattoo running down his right forearm, a large clump of bright succulents, and it’s a shame Jaskier never saw it before. Eskel truly is stunning.

It was hard enough to avoid hitting on him when he was wearing an apron and coated in dirt, but tonight Jaskier has free reign to flirt and plans on taking advantage of it.

“Evening, Eskel,” Jaskier calls out when he’s close enough, and Eskel spins to greet him with a crooked grin. His scars tug at his lip, flashing a bit of teeth, and Jaskier wants to know how it feels to run his tongue over it. He suppresses a shiver and tells himself to focus on charming the other man first. He’s not sure if this extra thirstiness is due to not dating for so long or if it’s just what Eskel does to him, but he’s leaning towards the latter.

“Jaskier,” Eskel nods in greeting, shuffling a little awkwardly on his feet before jamming his hands in the pockets of his shorts. It puts Jaskier at ease to know he’s not the only nervous one tonight, and he offers a warm grin before holding up the pair of tickets he worked so hard to get. Well, he had to whine and beg and bribe Priscilla with countless iced lattes until she gave in, but it was still work.

“Trying to make the flowers jealous by being prettier than them tonight? You look amazing in pink, and I love the little goats,” Jaskier tells him, smirking when Eskel immediately turns bright red.

“One of my brothers told me real men don’t wear pink, so I may have gone out and bought a shitload of it just to spite him. But you don’t have to lie,” he mumbles. “I clean up alright, but you’re the pretty one here.”

“I’ll have you know that I’m stubborn enough to fight you all night over that, but I’d rather try and behave on our first date,” he says with a laugh. Eskel shrugs in defeat, and Jaskier links their arms together before leading him towards the entrance.

“Oh wow,” Eskel mutters, nearly tripping over himself as soon as they’re inside the greenhouse. Jaskier is torn between looking at the array of tropical flowers and the way Eskel is looking at them in awe. Eskel wins out, and Jaskier hopes no one is watching how smitten he must look right now. He is well and truly gone for him, and there’s nothing he can do to hide it.

“Gorgeous,” he whispers, and Eskel nods, missing the fact that Jaskier hasn’t taken his eyes off of him.

The crowd moves around them, so eventually they have to join the flow of party goers. The gala covers the entire grounds of the Botanical Gardens, and it takes them a while just to walk through the large greenhouse. Eskel points out rare plants, giving info the little placards in front of them don’t even cover. He geeks out about some of the best ones, and Jaskier loves how excited he gets.

Jaskier manages to snag them a couple glasses of champagne from one of the wandering waiters, and they clink glasses before moving to the next display. It looks impressive, though he has no idea what all the flowers are. Eskel starts explaining each one, pointing them out as he names them, and Jaskier just gets lost in the soothing tone of his voice and the bright colors of the flowers.

By the time they make it out of the greenhouse, their champagne is long gone and the band is in full swing. Jaskier touches two fingers to his forehead, saluting Priscilla as she sings on stage. She doesn’t have her usual band with her tonight, but sometimes she takes solo jobs just to break things up. Tonight she is wearing a strappy shimmering dress while she stuns the crowd with sultry jazz. Sending him a wink, she moves into a slow song.

“May I have this dance?” Jaskier asks, holding out a hand for Eskel to take. He does so with a shy smile, and Jaskier delights in pulling him onto the crowded dance floor. The event planners really went all out, and the outdoor gardens look magical. There are fairy lights hung all over the place, casting a dreamy glow over the trees surrounding the stone courtyard.

As they sway in each other’s arms, Jaskier tries not to get too ahead of himself, but Eskel feels perfect in his arms, like they were built for each other. Eskel has a few inches on him, and Jaskier leans closer, resting his cheek on Eskel’s shoulder. Ever the gentleman, Eskel keeps his hands above Jaskier’s hips, his fingertips nearly touching where they lay against the small of Jaskier’s back.

One song turns into two, and Jaskier lets his eyes drift closed, focusing on the feel of Eskel’s body against his own. He smells good - something earthy and piney - and Jaskier finds it soothing. If he manages not to fuck this up, Eskel could be really good for him. The pressure to mold himself into someone he thinks Eskel would prefer isn’t there, probably for the first time in his long dating history. It seems like Jaskier is who Eskel prefers, and he aims to find out how much.

When the song ends, the band starts something more upbeat, and Jaskier takes Eskel by the hand and leads him away from the crowded dance floor. There are pathways in every direction that lead away from the center of the Botanical Gardens, each one lit up by the hanging fairy lights. Jaskier picks one on a whim and drags Eskel down it.

“You’re a good dancer,” he tells him, and Eskel flushes again. He rubs the back of his neck and just shrugs at Jaskier.

“I can sway with the best of them,” he jokes, chuckling as Jaskier squeezes his hand.

Eskel makes no move to drop the hand, so Jaskier just keeps leading him down the gorgeous path. The flowerbeds are overflowing in an artful way, and he has to keep stopping to point out parts he likes. Eskel knows all the names, and Jaskier finds himself eager to hear every useless plant fact he can.

“Oh my,” Jaskier gasps when they reach the end of their pathway. They are standing in a small garden lined with flowering trees dripping with soft pink blossoms. In front of him is a small fountain surrounded by smaller koi ponds. He drops Eskel's hand to squat down, rocking on his heels as he looks down at the orange and white fish. They come closer, probably used to being fed, and Jaskier just watches happily as they look up at him.

“Even the fish are drawn to you,” Eskel says, chuckling when Jaskier turns to stick his tongue out at him. “Hey, this is coming from someone totally and completely drawn in already,” Eskel adds, and Jaskier can feel his own cheeks heating up.

“Yeah?”

“Definitely,” Eskel says softly. He glances over at a low-hanging branch before shooting Jaskier a conspiratory grin. “You think we’ll get kicked out if I pick a couple of these?”

“Didn’t know you were such a rebel,” Jaskier teases. Eskel reaches out a hand, and Jaskier takes it and lets Eskel pull him to his feet. It feels like the air is still, like they’re completely alone in the gardens, and he can’t tear his gaze away from Eskel’s.

“It would be worth getting thrown out just to see how pretty you look,” Eskel tells him before raising his free hand and plucking two of the soft pink flowers from the tree. Jaskier stays perfectly still, half afraid to break whatever spell has enchanted this little garden right now, barely breathing as Eskel tucks the stems behind his ear. His fingertips brush Jaskier’s cheek, and he shivers under the touch. It’s light, but his skin still feels electric.

“You can’t just compliment me and not expect me to fall for you,” Jaskier warns him, but Eskel just beams back at him.

“That’s kind of the plan,” he points out, and Jaskier is just glad they’re on the same page here. Eskel drops his hand, only to bring it up to cup his face, stroking his thumb over Jaskier’s cheekbone while his eyes dip down to his lips.

“Kiss me?” Jaskier asks, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“Anytime you ask,” Eskel replies before leaning in, moving so fucking slowly as if he still thinks Jaskier might change his mind.

Jaskier used to think flawless first kisses were a thing movies and fairy tales made up, but now he’s convinced they’re real. His lips tingle when Eskel closes the gap between them, and his foot pops up as if pulled by magic. It should be silly, but Eskel just tugs him closer and presses his chapped lips against Jaskier’s eager ones.

He licks the broken seam of Eskel’s lips, seeking entry as he tangles his hands in the front of Eskel’s shirt. His lips part, and Jaskier chases the sparkling taste of champagne into his mouth, finally trailing his tongue over the split in his lip that has been taunting him for weeks. He feels so utterly safe, so cherished as Eskel kisses him softly and caresses his face while their lips slant together.

When they finally part, Jaskier pulls back just enough to look at him. He’s breathless, not from the intensity of the kiss, but from how perfect it felt. He’s almost dizzy with the giddiness of it all, and all he can do is stand there with his hands fisted in Eskel’s adorable pink shirt and grin dopily at him.

“I hope this means I’ve earned a second date?” Eskel asks, and Jaskier giggles, scrunching up his nose as he leans into his solid chest.

“I’m hoping for a few more than that,” Jaskier admits between giggles.

“I’m going to hold you to that,” Eskel tells him solemnly. Then he gets a mischievous glint in his eye and smirks before saying, “Though it seems like you’ll have to thank Peter for me.”

If anyone stumbles upon them now, they’ll see two grown men laughing hysterically and holding each other up, the sunset in the distance and the soft glow of fairy lights surrounding them. They rest their foreheads together, occupying the same space while they fight to stop laughing.

If it is possible to fall in love on the first date, Jaskier most certainly has.

Art by the amazing @firefly-party

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