#geraltjaskier
Geralt: Jaskier can we talk about the message you just sent me?
Jaskier: It was a critical update
Geralt: It just says ‘im back on my bullshit’
Jaskier: The people need to know
Jaskier: You need a hobby
Geralt: I have a hobby
Jaskier: Brooding isn’t a hobby my dear
Ciri: Am I in trouble?
Yennefer: Take a guess
Ciri: …no?
Jaskier: Take another guess
Jaskier: As your best friend-
Geralt: No one is my best friend
Jask: AS YOUR BEST FRIEND-
Jaskier: What we need here is a compromise
Geralt: Meaning I do what you want and compromise my integrity
Jaskier: Democracy in action right there
Jaskier: You know, I could have been killed… or worse …
Jask: Geralt could’ve given me another lecture on responsibility
Yennefer: Who would win in a fight, Jaskier or Geralt?
Ciri: I can’t answer that, Geralt's my dad!
Yen: So Jaskier?
Ciri: Yeah
Jaskier: Truth is, I only know one truly platonic relationship
Geralt: You and me
Jaskier: Don’t make me laugh dear you want to hit this so hard
Yennefer: Sorry I was late I was… taking care of something
Jaskier: *Enters the room looking noticeably dishevelled*
Jaskier: SHE PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS
Ciri: Hey Geralt, how do I get revenge on those who have wronged me?
Geralt: The best revenge is letting go and living well
Ciri: Hey Jaskier how do you-
I love the whole “Geralt trusts Jaskier to take Ciri back to Kaer Morhen” thing. But hot take:
Geralt trusts his child surprise to escort his bard to Kaer Morhen. He has full faith in this girl he’s known for such a brief period of time to take his most precious friend who he only recently got back, and safely lead him to a place she’s only been to once before. How badass must he think Ciri is to give her such responsibility? Only for Jaskier to spend most his time under a table, as is right for him (no comments on how that can be interpreted…).
Vesemir: I spy with my little eye something beginning with s.
Ciri:Sunshine!
[Vesemir shakes his head.]
Ciri:Snow.
[Another head shake. Ciri looks to Geralt and Jaskier.]
Ciri: Sexual tension?
Days are Gone, Part 20
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Another thing was the sex, which was fucking incredible. They couldn’t get their hands off each other once they were alone together in the same room. Geralt had never felt so safe and confident with anyone before (maybe with Yennefer but that was a very long time ago).
But it’s not like things went smoothly between them. On their third night together, they’ve managed to break the bed. Jaskier promised to help Geralt buy a new bed. Geralt joked about them not having to worry about making so much noise anymore.
Another time Geralt carried Jaskier to bed while they were kissing, accidentally dropping him a little too close to the headboard. Jaskier hit his head, got a small cut, but it bled a lot. For an experienced nurse, Geralt started panicking. Jaskier managed to joke about it (even though Geralt wasn’t in the mood for jokes at all), barely talking Geralt out of dragging him to the hospital.
Jaskier “repaid” him later by accidentally kneeling him in the balls. “We are banned from having sex, ever again.” Jaskier had said after that, pinching the bridge of his nose. Geralt was quick to convince him otherwise.
Other than that, there were lame jokes, accidental tickling, falling asleep on the other in the middle of the act (Geralt isn’t old, he was just exhausted).
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jaskier: “i ain’t crying about no man ”
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Days are Gone, Part 19
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Jaskier pouted, turning his head to meet his partner’s eyes. “So, you’re leaving me to lie in this huge bed all by myself? You’re a terrible boyfriend.”
Geralt laughed, placing a kiss on Jaskier’s shoulder. “C’mere.”
Jaskier turned around in Geralt’s arms, pressing a sweet kiss to his boyfriend’s lips. Geralt tilted his head slightly to the side, pulling Jaskier closer with a hand between his shoulder blades.
Jaskier let out a small sigh when they broke apart. “Gods Geralt, that was fantastic.”
Geralt raised his eyebrows, clearly amused. “The kiss?”
Jaskier rolled his eyes fondly, smacking at Geralt’s chest. “No. I mean, yes. But I meant the thing we did before. It was very fantastic.”
Geralt smiled. “It was.”
“We should do that again sometime.”
“We should.”
They both chuckled, brushing their noses together.
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Days are Gone, Part 18
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Geralt laughed, a deep and beautiful sound. “So beautiful.” He whispered, kissing Jaskier’s neck. The younger man couldn’t help but to shiver. He never had a partner who complimented him so much in bed. It felt nice. He didn’t feel like he needed to put on a show for Geralt or to impress him in any way.
He could just be himself.
“You okay?” Geralt asked, noticing that Jaskier had gone quiet. He pulled away, unintentionally giving Jaskier a full display of his chest and abs.
If he suffocates me with those pecs, I will die as a happy man.
Geralt furrowed his brows. “Jask, do you want me to stop? Say something.”
Jaskier shook his head with a smile. “I’m sorry, dear. I just got distracted by these-“ He poked at Geralt’s left pec. “Is it weird to want to marry a man’s pecs?”
Geralt rolled his eyes fondly, but Jaskier could see he was flattered.
Good.
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Days are Gone, Part 17
a/w: NSFW, contains talking about sex, bdsm
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Jaskier scratched his cheek. “Never tried it, but I’m willing to. I mean, if that’s okay with you.”
Geralt offered him a small smile. “It is. We’re actually pretty much the same when it comes to our sexual preferences. I’m more of a dom in bed if that’s something you’re willing to explore one day.”
Do I want to be manhandled and completely ravished by you? Oh, yes please. “I would very much love that, sir.”
Geralt chuckled, giving Jaskier a fond look. I will never get enough of those looks, Jaskier thought. “Okay. There’s another thing I wanted to ask you – about the dirty talk part. So, is it okay if I call you- “
“Slut? Whore? Needy for your cock? Yes, it’s more than okay.”
Is that a blush on his face or am I imagining it? “Got it. But if I happen to say anything that makes you feel uncomfortable, please stop me and let me know.”
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Eskel: How long you and Jaskier have been together?
Geralt: …Well, I met him when he was barely eighteen. We got together when he was twenty eight. And now he’s almost forty.
Eskel: Wow. So you’ve actually watched him turn from a boy into a man.
Geralt: *glancing at Jaskier, who’s trying to build a tower of carrots from the food on his plate*
Geralt: not really
