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ghostinthelibrarywrites · 1 year

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If you still want prompts, how about 2 for Geraskier? 💚💕

2. A casual touch on the shoulder to acknowledge them

Jaskier is sitting by the campfire, hunched over his lute as he mulls over a particularly tricky lyric, when he’s startled by the unexpected feeling of a hand brushing his shoulder. With a shriek, he startles and drops his lute. It’s not until a hand snaps out and seizes his lute before it can crash to the ground that he realizes that it’s not some ruffian who’s snuck up on him while he’s composing, but Geralt.

“Geralt!” Jaskier claps a hand over his chest. “You just scared the shit out of me! I didn’t know it was you!”

Holding Jaskier’s lute in one hand and an apple in the other, Geralt looks at him blankly. “Who else would it have been?”

“I don’t know! That’s why I was scared shitless.” Jaskier doesn’t point out that in the months they’ve been traveling together, Geralt has touched him a grand total of three times. Once was the punch that Jaskier can fully admit that he deserved. The second time was when he grabbed Jaskier’s arm to drag him away from a drowner who was about to snatch him while he bathed. The third time was to press a damp cloth over a gash in Jaskier’s arm left by a griffin. All three times, the contact was brief and businesslike, lasting mere seconds.

Jaskier gets the impression that Geralt doesn’t like being touched, which has been an adjustment. He’s used to exchanging casual touches with his friends and family—kissing his mother and sisters on the foreheads, picking up his nieces and nephews and spinning them around, throwing an arm around Essi’s shoulders, leaning against Valdo while they sit together. But every time Jaskier forgets himself and claps a hand on Geralt’s shoulder or picks a bit of grave hag out of his hair, the witcher looks like he’s just swallowed something sour.

Geralt snorts and holds out the apple. “Here. Your stomach has been growling for an hour.”

“Oh.” Jaskier blinks and takes the apple. Now that he’s not entirely focused on his composition, a new version of Toss a Coin recounting Geralt’s heroic defeat of a wyvern, he can feel the hollowness of hunger in his belly. “Thank you, Geralt. That’s… very thoughtful.”

“Hm. All the rumbling is disturbing my meditating.”

“And me playing the lute isn’t?”

“Getting fucking used to that,” Geralt grumbles, handing Jaskier his lute, and turns away.

Jaskier finds himself grinning at Geralt’s back. “Does that mean you’re starting to like my music?”

All that gets him is another grumble, but Jaskier’s spirits aren’t dampened. Because this is the first time that Geralt has ever touched him just to touch him. It wasn’t much, just a simple hand on his shoulder. It certainly wasn’t the myriad ways he’s guiltily fantasized about Geralt touching him over the last few months. But it’s still the first sign the witcher has given that he’s starting to grow comfortable in Jaskier’s company. That someday, he might even like having Jaskier around.

“Thank you, my friend,” he calls.

“Not your friend,” Geralt says, as Jaskier expected him to. Ah well, progress is progress, no matter how slow.

Jaskier takes a bite of his apple. It’s the best thing he’s tasted in a long time.

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artistsfuneral · 10 months

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part 19

"It was the only way to save you."

Jaskier glares at him, “You are an asshole, Geralt of Rivia! You don't get to sweet-talk your way out of this, not this time!” Next to him, the witcher smiles.

“Are you telling me you wouldn't have done exactly the same if you were in my place?”

Jaskier gasps at the witcher, open mouthed and clearly stuck between feeling offended and getting caught. “Of course I would save you too, you buffoon, don't ever question that, but that doesn't mean you can-”

“I'd do it again. Every single time.”

“Were you even listening? Geralt, I don't want you to give up your life for me!”

“I'd do anything to protect you.”

“What? No! That's the exact opposite of-”

“I love you so much, Julek.”

Jaskier freezes, eyes wide and watery. Geralt only started calling him Julek after their wedding, because he had wanted a nickname that was just for them. Hearing him say it now, with the exact same tone of voice he always used makes Jaskier ring for his next breath. “You remember?”

Geralt chuckles at the late realization, “You found your peace.”

“But- But I'm still angry with you!” Jaskier stutters, not really knowing why he would argue against it in the first place. Somehow a happy ending to this fucking mess seemed so far out of reach that Jaskier can't believe it's true.

“Yeah but,” Geralt gently takes hold of the bards face and caresses his cheek with his thumb, “You'd do the same for me.”

Jaskier's shoulders slump down at once. His eyes go unbelievably soft as he looks at his husband and sighs. “I would, gods help me, I would,” he mumbles and pulls Geralt into the softest of kisses.

“I love you.”

“I love you as well.”

...

Behind Jaskier a flickering portal opens and a collective of concerned voices echoes through. The bard's hands are shaking as he holds one out to Geralt.

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joestarlight · 7 months

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(Ficlet sequel to this ficlet right here!) The hearth fire was already crackling and popping as Jaskier entered Geralt's room in Kaer Morhen. A table had been set with bread, cheese, and wine, and he began to pile his share onto a plate. He could have taken a seat on one of the wooden stools, but instead, the bard chose to sit before the fire on the brown bearskin rug. Quietly he munched on his share of the cheese, when suddenly two large hands dropped a thick woolen blanket over his shoulders.

“Warm enough?” Geralt asked him, and Jaskier could feel his body leaning in, looking to pull him into a tighter embrace. It was cold outside, but he could feel none of that from the safety of the room, as well as the safety of the arms around him.

“Can I call you Julek?”

The affectionate form of his given name spilled from Geralt's lips, and it shocked Jaskier as much as if chilled wine had been poured into his lap. The bard tilted his head back to look at Geralt, narrowing his eyes. "Is this your way of saying I'm more than just a bedwarmer?" Jaskier asked, and he felt Geralt's hands freeze on his shoulders. "Yes," he said in his typical, blunt manner. "It started that way, but Jaskier, Julek..." Jaskier turned and pressed a finger to his lips. He tilted his brow so it touched Geralt's, and closed his eyes. "I don't care what you call me, Geralt, as long as it means I am yours." His tone was far quieter than his usual boisterous one, and it was scarcely above a whisper, but Jaskier knew that his Witcher could hear. "Mine," Geralt whispered, fingers tracing over a lock of brown hair, before pulling himself under the blanket too. Jaskier's body was warm against the Witcher's, and they leaned in to kiss as the flames jump and dance in the hearth, the food long since forgotten.

#geraskier #jaskier #the witcher #geralt of rivia #geralt x jaskier #mini fic #fanfiction #I have no time to myself but I NEEDED to write some geraskier for my soul #hope you like <3

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fandom-junk-drawer · 2 years

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The Witcher Headcanon - Trouble Bonus Scene - Part 2

Here's part 2, with a little surprise at the end!

@hollowxo @kierancaz

It was Jaskier who had woken up Geralt. The Witcher had fallen asleep with the baby on his chest, and was rudely awakened by said baby on his chest. Whose mouth was on him, and doing something he'd rather not talk about...

Geralt tried not to panic. He flapped a hand helplessly for a moment, before roughly patting at Yennefer's shoulder and whispering harshly.

Yen, Yen wake up! Yen, get him off!

Yennefer woke with a grumble that turned into a stifled laugh when she saw what had Geralt so bothered.

Don't just lay there and laugh! Do something! Get him off!

I told you not to sleep without a shirt! *giggle snort*

Stop f***ing laughing and help me! I'm serious, Yen!

Just stick your finger in the corner of his mouth!

Owowowow, F**K!

Stop pulling!

hE's BiTiNg mEEEEEEE!

Stick your finger-!

OW! F**K! I smell blood! I smell blood!

Oh, for f**ksake! There, you big baby!

Oh, don't be so dramatic, it is NOT 'hanging on by a scrap of skin'! It's just a little bite.

There! I fixed it, now stop whining!

Oh, hush and look on the bright side. Eskel is going to be so jealous when he sees your Love Bite!

"Awww, poor lamb! Did Geralt's screaming scare you awake? Shhh, shhhh, shhh, it's alright! "

Since they were all up now, Yennefer decided to take Jaskier with her to the market. He was feeling better, and she wanted to get him the things he would need until she could figure out exactly what the curse was, and how to break it.

Yennefer stolled through the market, making her purchases and passing them to Coen, Eskel, or Lambert, whose sole purpose was to carry anything she handed them. Geralt was walking besider her, busy trying to look like a big, scary Witcher while carrying an adorable baby who was sucking his thumb and looking at everything with big, curious eyes.

The first thing she bought was diapers and clothes, and Jaskier was now dressed in a loose, fine white linen shirt with little multi colored birds embroidered on the front, lace at the ruffled cuffs and neck, and a pair of peacock blue trousers. Even Geralt admitted that the pattern and colors suited him.

The trip was taking a bit longer than Geralt and his brothers would have liked. For one thing, Yennefer was being very choosy about what she bought. Second, they kept getting stopped. People looked at Yennefer, with Geralt at her elbow, carrying Jaskier, and inspite of all the rumors about Witchers, just assumed...

"Excuse me, Miss, but your son is beautiful!"

"Thank you!" Yennefer said modestly, playing along and chatting with the ladies, while Geralt stood there uncomfortably, holding Jaskier who kicked his chubby legs and babbled happily at the attention.

Geralt gave an awkward 'Hmm.' when the women's admiring gazes turned to him after Yennefer, amused by his discomfort, threw him under the bus with her comment of "You're pretty like your daddy, aren't you, Julek?"

He could hear his brothers snickering from a safe distance away.

The ladies fawned over Jaskier, talking to him, and telling him how pretty he was. The toddler seemed to know he was being adored and turned on the charm, babbling and smiling for his admirers.

Yennefer recognized that smile. She'd seen him use it often enough when chasing a lady. It was that sweet, beautiful smile that lit up his face and was disgustingly adorable. No wonder it worked so well. He'd been practicing it since birth!

"Alright, say 'bye' to the nice ladies, my sweet lamb," Yennefer said, finally taking pity on Geralt.

Jaskier babbled, then pressed his little hand to his mouth and blew the ladies kisses. The women squealed with glee and blew kisses back while Yennefer and Geralt both stood there thinking You little sh*t!

Geralt 'hmm'ed his discomfort once the women had gone.

"Oh, don't get so worked up over it, " Yennefer chided as she dragged Geralt to the next market stall, "There's no point in correcting them. What are going to say, anyway? 'That's not my son, it's my BFF who'se got a curse on him that turned him into a toddler?' "

Well, if she wanted to play that game... Geralt said nothing, but from then on, he made it his private mission to get Jaskier to call Yennefer 'Ma' in public.

While he followed Yennefer, biding his time, he realized something. Babies were manipulative little creatures. There was no malice behind it, only base survival instinct. Every time a baby cried, the parents were right there, giving it things until it stopped. Food, comfort, entertainment, crying was the only way to express that need when you couldn't talk. Or when your vocabulary was limited to three or four words.

Jaskier, at the moment was no different. Geralt marveled at how easily he could wrap them around his tiny finger. The moment he started fussing, Geralt and Yennefer were giving him their full attention.

He was now happily playing with a wooden spoon. Geralt didn't know what it was about the spoon that had fascinated him. It was just a plain cedar spoon. There was nothing really remarkable about it, but he'd reached for it, babbling, and looked at Yennefer with his bottom lip trembling when she'd told him 'No'. He'd turned to Geralt with a whimper and made a little grasping motion with his hand, his cherubic face pinching up.

"Geralt...No! Geralt! No, Geralt!" Yennefer had hissed at him as Jaskier had made desperate whimpering noises. Geralt had glanced at Yennefer, then back at Jaskier, and looked into those pretty eyes that were now very dewey. And sad. And his thick eyelashes were getting damp with tears. And his little bottom lip was sticking out. And the sunlight hit his soft brown mop of hair just right... Oh, gods, he was trapped! He could feel his hand moving of it's own volition...

"No! Don't! Don't you do it! No, Geralt! Geralt, don't you dare...Geralt! Geralt! Geralt, no!"

Geralt handed the stall owner the coins and the spoon was placed in Jaskier's tiny hands. Yennefer glared at Geralt and was about to make what was surely going to be a sarcastic comment, when Jaskier dropped his spoon. He started to cry, and Yennefer immediately picked it back up, shushing him as she wiped it off and handed it back.

"Shhh, shhh, lamb! Here! Here it is! Ma picked it up for you-!"

Geralt sucked his lips into his mouth, biting down hard to keep the smile at bay as Yennefer's expression went wooden when she realized what she'd said. She looked sharply at Geralt, who refused to look at her.

He was trying desperately not to smile. The man was fighting for his life. Standing far enough away that they wouldn't be associated with the 'happy family', Lambert, Eskel, and Coen were ugly laughing.

And right on cue, a young lady shyly came over to admire their child.

Geralt whispered something to the toddler, who held out his spoon to Yennefer and chirped "Ma!" . Yennefer smiled and took him from Geralt, glaring at the Witcher while the lady was distracted.

You a**!

*Smug mental 'Hmm'*

Eskel elbowed Lambert in the ribs and twitched an eyebrow, then strode up and said excitedly "Hey, Geralt, Yennefer, you're here too?" as he scooped Jaskier out of Yennefer's arms.

"Oh, look at you, Baby Bird! You're getting so big! Are you out shopping with your Ma?" Jaskier chortled and kicked happily, and said "Ma!" again. "You're talking now, Julek?! That's right, 'Ma'!" Eskel continued when Jaskier squealed 'Ma' again. "Where's Ma? Where's she at? There she is! There's your Ma!"

Jaskier chuckled and chanted 'Ma!' happily as he reached for his 'Ma'. Yennefer smiled and mentally committed murder as she took him back from Eskel.

Geralt was going to dip the f**k out while everyone was distracted, but just as he was turning to go, he was stopped in his tracks at Jaskier's whimpered "Da!"

F**k.

Yennefer smiled like a shark scenting blood. "You want your Da, Julek? Here, let daddy hold you!"

Geralt took the toddler back, shifting his weight from foot to foot in a gentle swaying motion until Jaskier stopped fussing.

"Awww, the poor little dove thought you were leaving!" the young lady said, with a soft laugh. Eskel laughed along with her.

"Don't worry, Julek. Your Da wasn't going anywere!" he said, patting Jaskier's back.

"That's right, lamb, he wasn't going anywhere. Right, Geralt?" Yennefer said, smiling pointedly at Geralt.

"Of course not," Geralt rumbled, flashing Eskel a glare for his betrayal. Geralt had forgotten that Eskel was nobody's friend when it came to games. Eskel was the Gen-Xer of Witchers. He would start sh*t just for the entertainment value.

"Oh, look, Julek, there's your Uncle Lambert! Eskel exclaimed as Lambert walked by, pretending to be there alone. "Hey, Lambchop!" Eskel called, waving at the other Witcher "Over here! Look who it is!"

Lambert jogged over and grinned, saying "Geralt! Yennefer! How have you been? " He turned and called to Coen, who was lingering a healthy distance away, holding all the stuff Yennefer had bought. "Hey, Coen, It's little Julek! Come say hi!"

Coen could see the murderous looks Yennefer and Geralt were giving him from where he was standing. He decided he didn't want any of that.

"Er, I'm going to take this stuff to the horses. I'll catch up with you later. Maybe we can meet somewhere for lunch." And he turned and walked away at record speed.

"Wow, look at how big that baby is getting!" Lambert said, after giving Coen's retreating form a scowl. He put his arms out, and Jaskeir made happy baby noises and grabbed at Lambert's hands. "Come here, little man! You having fun shopping with your Ma and Da?" Jaskier babbled at Lambert and peeped "Ma! Da!"

The young woman stood there, smiling and re evaluating her opinion on Witchers. They certainly didn't seem all that scary, especially when they were being so soft with the little toddler... She watched as they took turns blowing raspberries on his little stomach.

Jaskier patted at Lambert's beard, momentarily distracted by it, and squealed delightedly when Lambert pretened to eat his hand. "What a lovely spoon! Did Ma and Da buy that for you?"

"Ma! Da!"

Yennefer mentally dug a second hole to bury the body in while Geralt mentally drew his sword to commit the murder.

"That's right! Say it again!" Lambert encouraged. Jaskier laughed and giggled, saying 'Ma' and 'Da' while the Witcher smiled proudly. "That's my boy! Talking already! He passed Jaskier back to Geralt when the baby chirped "Da!" and reached for him.

"F**k, they grow up so fast!" Lambert sighed wistfully.

Jaskier chuckled like a little gremlin and said "F**k!"

Yennefer and Geralt winced and did the Awkward Parent Laugh before muttering embarrased appologies for their child's language. The young lady gave them an understanding look, smiling brightly at Jaskier as he giggled and blew her a kiss. She bid them a good day and went about her errands.

The second the young lady was gone, Yennefer had Eskel and Lambert by an ear each, before they could even move, and was dragging them back to the horses.

"That's right, Jaskier," Geralt chuckled as Jaskier blew the retreating figures a kiss, "Kiss their a**es goodbye, because 'Ma' is going to kill them!"...

Bonus Doodle: Geralt holding baby!jaskier at the market

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hungerofhadarr · 8 months

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i’ m just like that scene from that one shrek film . Instead of mrs Fiona Charming it says mr Julek Cortez . Anyways this was supposed to be a doodle that just kinda ran away from me while waiting for my earbuds to charge

#mass effect #steve cortez #cortez mass effect #need a shirt that says I < 3 Cortez and it had a low quality image of him on the back

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geraskierbrainrot · 1 year

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This is a collection of fics, canon or AUs, where Geralt and Jaskier have a meet-cute — a cute, charming, or amusing first encounter between romantic partners

Flirting (Wasn't Flirting) by TheArtistFormerlyKnownAsG | T | 1k

Sugar and Spice Witcher bingo Prompt: wrong date

Fire Lizards and Flirting by @wherethewordsare | 1k | G

Out on an ecological survey, Geralt has to fish a handsome stranger with a lute of all things out of the river. Roach is a big goofy Great Dane and responsible for the need to fish the guy out.

sweet tooth by willkinnie | 1k | G

so basically, a few days ago i was trying not to think abt an upcoming dentist appt, ergo new dentist geralt trying his best to make everyone comfortable and jaskier that has to deal with it. that's it. that's the story.

Up to Date by @lambden | 2k | G

"You were so hot that when you asked if I was the blind date you were looking for, I lied and said yes. But then your actual date comes up to introduce themselves and I'm so embarrassed." for Geralt/Jaskier.

sideway spirits by @julek | 2k | T this work is part of a series but can be read as a standalone (though I recommend the whole series)

“Got anyone in today?” He wonders, nodding to the dark green door that leads to the mortuary downstairs. “The paper says there’s been a car crash. ”Geralt shakes his head. “No one in yet. But I’m sure they’ll start coming soon.”

Weird Fishes by @aalizazareth | 3k | T

Jaskier doesn't think he has a superpower until he meets Geralt, who can't believe he's finally met someone who's able to see him.

Signs and Dogs by @dahliavandare | 3k | T

While jogging with Roach, Geralt meets Jaskier and his dog.

→ and the subsequent Geralt and Roach, Jaskier and Baby series

Don't Look a Gift Gobling in the Mouth by @yoursummerfrost | 3k | G

“No, I’m serious, I really do have like, uh—a goblin… thing… in my house!” Jaskier insists. “Will you come take a look at it? I don’t want it to, I don’t know, eat my liver or something?” Geralt massages at his temple. “Very few monsters are that picky. It would probably just eat all of you.” Aka: The one where Jaskier hires Geralt to investigate a monster in his house, and the outcome is somehow better and worse than Geralt expects.

Never Been in Love Before by jesskier | 3k | T

Geralt takes his dog, Roach, for a walk and meets his new neighbor.

Meet-Cute for the Socially Anxious by @freyjawriter24 | 4k | T

Jaskier liked people, but he also didn’t like people, and now he was on his way to a house party where there were very definitely going to be a lot of people. Most of which he didn’t know. Ugh. University was a stressful place. *** Modern everyone-is-human AU where Jaskier and Geralt meet at a uni house party and bond over D&D. Inspired by The Amazing Devil's Drinking Song for the Socially Anxious.

all roads lead to tranquility base by seasofglass | 4k | T

Jaskier needs some promotional photos for the launch of his new album, but as much as he loves composing new music, posing for the camera makes him a nervous wreck. On top of all, he's saddled with an unconventional photographer who claims he'll be able to show Jaskier a new side of himself. Navigating his feelings of anxiety and attraction, Jaskier remains skeptical that the photographer can deliver on his promises.

Sweet as Chocolate by @xianvar | 6k | T

“I don’t think that’ll be your next hit,” blue-haired-regular says apologetically. Jaskier is coming up with a witty reply – he really is – when he notices the figure in the back corner, seated underneath the broken lamp Valdo has been “about to fix” for weeks now. White hair, a scar over his right eye, uncomfortable gaze fixed on a large cup of coffee – it must be chocolate-voice, and Jaskier is ready to bet his favourite guitar on that. He’s even more swoon-worthy than his imagination has made him out to be. Jaskier temporarily forgets all his words, to the point that he only nods agreeably when Valdo says, “Fuck it, make yourself useful if you’re done; I’m gonna go take a leak.” Jaskier enjoys his lot in life – he has friends, a job that he loves, and all the opportunities to flirt that he could ever want. Until a gorgeous white-haired man starts frequenting Jaskier’s little bakery-slash-café and turns his whole world upside down.

hold my hand, show me something sweet by ghostiewritesthings | 7k | T

“You alright?” The other man groaned, bringing his hands up to cover his face. He screamed into his palms for almost a full minute, and Geralt let him, waiting patiently to the side. He’s been there. Eventually, the stranger stopped and took a deep breath. He left his hands over his face. “Never been better.”

a dream is a wish the heart makes by @dear-galileo | 12k | T

the last thing geralt had expected to do was meet a prince in the woods. no- the last thing that geralt expected to do was fall in love with the prince, and make a deal with a witch to see him again. (cinderella witcher retelling)

Show love to all these authors by leaving kudos and comments, and happy reading! And thank you for all the appreciation on the last rec list, I hope you enjoyed it all ♡

#geraskier #geralt/jaskier #the witcher #the witcher fic #geraskier fic recs

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rysko · 4 months

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I absolutely adore Juliusz especially in this chapter. I just know Eva and Juliusz would get along like a house on fire if they existed in the same au lol.

One question though, has Juliusz discovered the writings of Franz Kafka yet because he seems like he'd love Kafka (despite him being German)

Oh i'm SURE he's a sucker for Kafka, as far as i know, The Trial was released the same year season 4 takes place, so i can imagine he got his hands on it as soon as he could add it to his bookshelf. I feel like he'd enjoy Methamorphosis as well (and the Castle DEFINETLY, but that wasn't relased until the 30's as far as i remember). [Modern AU but his whole pinterest board is just nerd shit and the occasional meme like this:

The dude knows german pretty well (thank the Austrian occupation of southern Poland for that) so i can imagine Juliusz getting his hands on some untranslated german literature to keep his skill sharp, despite not really needing the language anymore.

And yeeeeeeeesss i can imagine him and Eva would have an interesting dynamic to say the least! Julek would definetly hold a great deal of respect for her (maybe with more than a dash of intimidation, but he'd never admit it) and appreciate her wits.

#oc ask #juliusz ferenz #julek-core

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horsedadgeralt · 2 years

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For @toss-a-coin-to-your-bard who sent me the video that inspired this 💕

Geralt leans back, the gentle breeze just the right kind of cool on his skin. The split bottle of wine, of which Jaskier has definitely had more than half, is making his head buzz in just the right way, and he feels content.

“You know what else isn’t illegal?”

There is a slight slur to Jaskier’s words that reveals that the wine is affecting him more than he’d like to admit, but Geralt can’t help but smile at the way his boyfriend’s cheek have gotten slightly redder with each sip.

“What?” Geralt answers, curious to find out where Jaskier is going with this.

“Bike locks.”

“Excuse me?”

“Bike locks!” Jaskier turns to him, eyes wide and holding onto his glass for dear life before continuing.

“There is no law that says you can’t put another bike lock on a bike,” Jaskier explains, getting more and more erratic with word to the point that Geralt scooches away just a bit in case his boyfriend spills his glass all over himself.

“Wait, seriously?” he asks, raising a curious eyebrow.

“And the fact that you can just buy them in the store,” Jaskier rambles on, ignoring Geralt’s question, “the havoc you could wreak with a dozen bike locks! Imagine the chaos!”

Geralt can’t supress a giggle and for a moment, the two of them are just looking at each other, laughing until one of them stops and then laughing some more, the wine clearly taking its toll.

“Julek,” Geralt begins, reaching for Jaskier’s hand, “promise you won’t buy a dozen bikelocks just to test your theory. I don’t want you going to jail for this.”

“They’d have to catch me first!” Jaskier retorts back, sticking out his tongue at Geralt’s raised eyebrow.

“Fine,” he eventually agrees, “but you’re no fun!”

“How about,” Geralt says as he leans over and takes Jaskier’s glass out of his hand, “I keep you occupied some other way?” He doesn’t kiss Jaskier, letting his lips just barely ghost over instead, and already Geralt can feel him lean toward him.

For a moment, Jaskier contemplates his options. Then, he moves so quickly that it’s Geralt who nearly spills wine , because suddenly Jaskier is in his lap, legs splayed on either side of his hips and kissing his way down the Witcher’s neck.

“I’ve got several other theories I have yet to test...” Jaskier whispers, and Geralt groans in response.

“I know quite a few uses for a bike lock myself...”

#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #geraskier fic #geralt of rivia #jaskier #the witcher #the witcher fic #geraskiersource #kathi writes #tags pls work this tome #time #sbsjdj i am TIPSY pls let me havw this

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julek · 1 year

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listen all i wanna say is that when the time comes if u see me silently taping a cut out of henry cavill’s head onto liam’s geralt you don’t need to worry. this will all be Normal Behavior on my count

#julek says #tiktok audio: i would rather sit naked on a hot GRILL #than accept liam as the new geralt #also dont mistake this for idolization. henry cavill is just geralt in my mind. that’s the way it is

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exidtual · 3 months

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eepy....................

#julek tag #everyone say Hi to julek!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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taeminnomuyeppeo · 9 days

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anyway, julek says hi. or mreow. but it's the same thing.

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ghostinthelibrarywrites · 1 year

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If you're taking dialogue prompts then I would suggest Geraskier 20 and/or 45 and/or 92. ❤

20. “You are so unbelievably strong. So, so strong.”

45. “You lied to me.”

92. “My heart is beating… that’s cool.”

“You are so unbelievably strong,” Jaskier says from his spot thrown over Geralt’s shoulder, sounding a bit hysterical. “So, so strong. Do I weigh anything to you?”

With his hand that isn’t holding Jaskier in place, Geralt casts Aard to blast two guards rushing at them backwards. “Is now really the time for this, bard?”

“I think it’s always a good time to ogle handsome men who come to my rescue so valiantly.”

Geralt snorts and leaps off the scaffold onto Roach’s waiting back, dumping Jaskier across the saddle in front of him like a sack of potatoes. Roach doesn’t wait for his signal before she bolts, sending onlookers scattering as she gallops through the crowd. “I told you, bard, next time you ended up on the gallows for sticking your cock somewhere it shouldn’t, I was letting you die.”

“You lied to me.” Jaskier sounds far more smug than a man in his position should.

Geralt can’t argue with that. “The duke’s betrothed? Really?”

“She was quite pretty and she liked my music.”

“Is that all it takes?”

“Well, I am a sucker for a pretty face.” Jaskier cranes his neck to bat his eyelashes at Geralt.

“You’re a dipshit is what you are.” An arrow whistles by his head and Geralt twists around in the saddle to cast Igni at their pursuers.

“It won’t happen again?”

“Now who’s lying?” Geralt urges Roach to run faster. He doesn’t pull her to a stop until they’re well out of town and the sounds of shouting have faded behind them. Only then does he leap down from her back to untie Jaskier’s ankles and wrists.

“Ugh.” Jaskier slides off of Roach’s saddle. Geralt catches him around the waist to stop him from falling. “You finally let me ride Roach and you treat me like a sack of potatoes?”

“You alright?” Geralt pats him down to look for injuries.

“Well, my heart’s still beating.” Jaskier presses his hand to his chest. “That’s nice. Besides some bruises and scrapes, I’m fine. I’d say of all my imprisonments, that one was probably in my top ten. Maybe even my top five, since it ended with me being thrown over a handsome man’s shoulder.”

Geralt closes his eyes. He doesn’t know why he still keeps this peacock around. He especially doesn’t know why the thought of losing this peacock to a hangman’s noose scared him worse than anything has in a long time. “Just don’t let this happen again.”

“I’ll do my best, but I can make no promises.”

“Here’s a promise,” Geralt says. “Next time your fool decisions get you sentenced to death, I’m leaving you.”

“Sure you will.” Jaskier throws his arms around Geralt’s neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you for saving me, O Dashing White Wolf.”

Geralt can feel Jaskier’s heart beating against his chest. It almost makes up for the fact that he smells like a man who spent a week in a prison cell. “Any time, Jaskier.”

He doesn’t miss Jaskier’s triumphant little smile.

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #ghost's writing #prompt fills

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