May I request
making sure your partner gets into bed on time (because they have a tendency to stay up until 4 a.m. and thus sleep deprived)
with geraskier?
As always, thanks in advance!
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My dearest Sunflower 💚
Thank you for this request, I absolutely adored this idea, and I hope you don't mind that I put it in the same universe as I'm Lost, I'm Found in You because it fit so perfectly. So have some FLUFF and nothing but fluff in an established relationship between these two (with Ciri as their daughter)
Word Count: 1577
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Happiness Consists of Getting Enough Sleep
It was one of those nights where Ciri didn't want to go to sleep, where she tried everything to stay up a little longer, because she wasn't tired. As usual, it was Jaskier who picked her up, threw her over his shoulder and carried her to her bedroom. All the while, Ciri was giggling, because she loved this, loved having Geralt and Jaskier as her Dads after everything that had happened. Jaskier had accepted her with open arms straight away, but then again, he already had some experience with Yennefer's nieces. Still, having a little girl live with him was something else, but he'd adapted to that situation rather quickly. More than that actually, because he absolutely adored Ciri, and would do anything for her. That was why he was the one to tell her stories before bed. Not every night, but when she didn't want to go to sleep or wasn't able to do so, he was there to tell her his own stories most of the time. Sometimes, he read a book to her – the books his grandma had read to him when he'd still been a boy, so they held a special value for him.
It didn't take Ciri long to fall asleep, when he told her about dragons and Geralt being the hero in all of this, since he didn't slay the dragon, like he was supposed to, but rather protected it, since the dragon hadn't hurt anyone. No, the dragon had just protected its egg, protecting its baby, just like Geralt did with Ciri. Jaskier as well, because they would both move heaven and earth to protect her, and they already had. Sometimes, Jaskier just stood there and watched her sleep, knowing that she was safe here, worried about what had happened to her, how much she still remembered, what haunted her dreams. But he'd always be there to catch her and reassure her.
“She fell asleep pretty much right away,” he said to Geralt, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, Roach by his feet and Batman curled up in his lap.
“She's just afraid that she's missing out on something. And you're not exactly a good example when it comes to going to bed.” Geralt's words were serious, but he still smiled. He didn't want to attack Jaskier, but it was true, that his sleeping schedule was a little messed up. Staying up way too late and then getting up when Ciri was awake. Taking a nap with her in the afternoon didn't make up for all the sleep he was missing out on.
“I know... Old habits die hard.” Jaskier smiled and leaned down over the back of the sofa to kiss Geralt's cheek.
Geralt quickly reacted and turned around, put his hand on Jaskier's cheek to keep him exactly where he was and steal a kiss from his lips. A soft sigh escaped Jaskier's lips when his eyes opened again and he looked at Geralt. Unbelievable that they'd only met a year ago when Geralt had been looking for a way out of the big city, away from the noise, and had moved in with Jaskier, a man he hadn't known at all. And now? Now, they both couldn't even think about living without the other anymore.
“Where are you going?” Geralt carefully sat up, mindful of the cat in his lap, because it was the rule not to move and get up before the cat – in this case Batman – got up first on their own accord.
“I'm just gonna go in the studio and jam a little.”
It was completely soundproof once Jaskier shut the door, so he was able to make music, record it at any time of the day. Sure, he played his guitar sitting in the window in the living room in the middle of the night as well, but that was always quietly. In the studio, he could be as loud as he wanted. He usually forgot about the time when he was making music, because he was in his element.
Geralt knew that of course, because he'd often found Jaskier still in there when he'd gotten up in the morning. It was always nicer to fall asleep with Jaskier next to him or at least wake up next to him, because falling asleep together was rather rare. In these instances, Geralt had made Jaskier get a couple of hours of sleep, usually when Ciri was at school, so that he could get some proper rest. In his opinion, though, they really needed to work on Jaskier's sleep schedule.
That was why he opened the door to the studio when midnight was almost upon them. Jaskier looked up, a little confused, before his eyes landed on the clock.
“Everything alright?” he asked Geralt, slowly got up from his chair and walked up to him.
“Yes, I just think it's time for bed. And that means you as well.”
“But... I'm not tired, and I still have some stuff to do.” He looked around at the scattered pieces of paper.
“Jask... you really need your sleep. It's not good to stay awake till four in the morning and then get up between six and seven again. Have you seen the bags under your eyes?”
Jaskier huffed and crossed his arms like an insulted child, but that only amused Geralt all the more. It was the same expression he'd seen on Ciri's face earlier. That also led him to do what he did next. He quickly wrapped his arms around Jaskier and threw him over his shoulder, just like Jaskier had done with Ciri earlier. Yes, Jaskier was taller and heavier than the little girl, but Geralt would manage to get him to the bedroom.
“What are you doing?” Jaskier's voice was higher than usual, but he didn't struggle, instead he held onto Geralt because he didn't want to fall to the floor.
“I'm taking you to bed, since you won't come on your own accord.”
“You're crazy!” Still Jaskier had to laugh, because this was so ridiculous... that it could be something he himself would do.
“No, just looking out for you.”
“If you put it this way...”
Jaskier had to admit that it was true. Not that he'd ever think that Geralt would want to harm him, but sometimes, he just needed a little nudge to do what was good for himself. In that case, that meant getting an early night.
Once in the bedroom, Geralt carefully let him down, but still kept him in his arms to share another kiss with him.
“Maybe that wasn't entirely selfless,” Geralt admitted, lips still close to Jaskier's.
“Mhh?” Jaskier only managed, his eyes still closed, basking in the warmth that radiated from Geralt, seeped into his own skin.
“Maybe... I just want to fall asleep with you in my arms. It just... it soothes me.”
“Yeah, I still remember the first night, we did that.” Jaskier smiled against Geralt's lips, but then he pulled back to caress Geralt's cheek. “I didn't intend to fall asleep next to you, I just thought that it would help you sleep again, since Roach wasn't there. I was already so deeply in love with you at that point but was afraid to ruin the friendship we were having.”
“I felt the same way, Jask... But we're here now, aren't we?”
“Yes... and I couldn't be happier.” Jaskier leaned forward again to press a sweet kiss to Geralt's lips, before he turned around and started undressing. Now, going to sleep early – early for him – didn't sound so bad anymore. He could feel Geralt's eyes on him, which made him smile, but also made him take his time with taking off his clothes. Once he was dressed down to his boxers, he climbed on top of the bed.
“I hope, you're not sleeping in all these clothes. That would be a bit warm, don't you think?” Jaskier teased, his eyes fixed on Geralt, who was blushing now.
“Right...” Yes, he'd been watching Jaskier get undressed, because he couldn't get enough of him, of this. Because he loved that man with his whole heart. But he also wanted to climb on top of the bed and pull him into his arms again, so he quickly undressed and did just that.
Once on the bed, he pulled Jaskier against his chest and pulled the comforter over both of them. Jaskier immediately snuggled up to him and closed his eyes. He pressed his nose against the crook of Geralt's neck and inhaled deeply, letting out a content sigh afterwards.
Ever so gently, like he was made of glass, Geralt's fingertips travelled across Jaskier's back, next to his spine. He could lay like this forever and just enjoy the company of the man he loved.
“Think that's something that could persuade you to go to bed earlier on a regular basis?”
“If you throw in a couple of kisses... I might just say yes.” Jaskier chuckled to himself, slowly raised his head again to look at Geralt.
“Whatever you want, my love.” With a smile on his lips, Geralt leaned down to kiss the man that had stolen his heart a year ago. Yes, he'd definitely get all the kisses he wanted.
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