#oh this is so sweet
(Cinderella AU for Geraskier, 860 words)
“Please, just call me Jaskier. I never cared for the name Julian, or the title Prince for that matter. Sounds rather formal between friends, don’t you think?”
The prince leads Geralt to a bench in the royal garden. The night sky is clear. Moonlight softens Prin—Jaskier’s fond expression, reflecting off of the delicate golden embroidery on his pale-blue doublet. There’s a sparkle in his eyes when they meet Geralt’s gaze.
“Friends? Is that what we are…Jaskier?”
A grin spreads across the prince’s face. Geralt’s heart picks up when Jaskier reaches out to cradle his face, caressing his skin there gently.
“I hope? Or maybe I can hope for more. My father did hold this royal ball just so I can select a suitor to be betrothed.”
“You don’t even know my name.” Geralt desperately wishes to stay in this moment forever, with Jaskier so close and his cheeks rosy in the night chill.
But alas, he’s only allowed into the royal court because of the disguise—one of magical nature that only lasts temporarily. It is the reason he looks like an ordinary human lord right now, without a witcher’s white hair, or freakish eyes, or sharp fangs. It even came with a full set of royal attires made out of silk.
“I don’t need a name. I feel like I’ve known you forever.” Jaskier’s eyes darken as he leans in, his other hand flush against Geralt’s chest, against the silk that will only exist for a night.
The crisp night air is mixed with the fresh smell of grass in the garden, but on top of it all is the floral scent that is only Jaskier. Geralt lets his senses be overwhelmed by the presence of the prince, by his soft breaths ghosting over his skin and those enchanting lips well within reach.
Tonight is all he’ll ever have. Smiling sadly, he meets Jaskier halfway, their lips only a hair’s breadth away when—
The bell strikes. Once, twice…
Geralt startles at the piercing noise, pulling back from the prince. Is it midnight already? It can’t be this fast…fuck, he needs to get out of here before the magic expires.
Jaskier stares at him, confused. “What is wrong?”
“I need to go,” Geralt splutters, “I—ah, I need to leave right now. I’m so sorry, my prince.”
Jaskier’s face dims at the apology and his vulnerable expression tugs at something in Geralt’s heart, making him ache beyond imagination, but he can’t afford to linger. The bell is still counting down his sentence.
He takes Jaskier’s hand and presses a kiss there and turns to leave, only to be pulled back by the prince’s insistent tug.
“Wait, you don’t have to—”
“Please believe that I wish to stay, Jaskier, more than anything…but it’s important that I leave right now.” Panic bubbles up in his throat as the other man continues to ignore his plea. Instead, Jaskier only stills him by his shoulders with the steadiest look in his eyes.
“Stay,” Jaskier whispers, and it’s all it takes.
Geralt can break free easily, but somehow is unable. He’s too weak in the face of his dream, so close to touch yet still so far away.
To his horror, the magic starts fading as they hold each other’s gaze. Geralt can feel his hair change and his teeth grow back. Chaos stings his eyes which are surely turning back to their monstrous yellow. His face crumbles out of shame.
And yet, Jaskier never wavers.
If anything, the soft adoration in those baby blue only grows, ever so beautifully, as the swirl of magic circles around Geralt and returns his clothes back to his usual raggedy dark fabric.
The bell strikes twelve.
The sound still echoes in the air as slender fingers return to Geralt’s cheek. He lets out a surprised gasp. Steadily, with the utmost determination, those same fingers thread through what is now silver-white hair. Tears glisten in Jaskier’s eyes.
“You think I wouldn’t recognize the man who saved my life? That I’d forget the witcher who gallantly jumped between me and a dozen enemies, who offered me comfort afterward.” Jaskier lets out a wet chuckle, his heart picking up in response to the witcher’s. “I’d know you anywhere, Geralt of Rivia.”
The witcher can only stare as Jaskier continues to trace the shell of his ears, the tiny scar under his eye, and then, the pad of his thumb falls to the corner of Geralt’s mouth. It’s not often that his breath is taken away, least of all by a prince who was only supposed to be a fantasy that can never be.
“So you know it’s impossible for us.“ Geralt’s voice cracks. “I’ll always protect you from afar, Jaskier. Always.”
At those words, tears are now falling freely down the prince’s cheeks, which Geralt carefully wipes away. Under the stars and the moonlight, Jaskier presses his lips to the witcher’s, tasting of salt and heartbreak.
“Ridiculous witcher. Nothing is impossible.” Jaskier’s pulls away flushed. “As long you are here with me.”
Under the stars and the moonlight, the witcher might just get his happy ending.
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I heard ocassional fluff is good for you health or something, so this happened ;))
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It’s probably after the exhibition, when his stress levels (or at least most of them) are down, and Jekyll feels a rare sense of peace. He finds a blanket and goes to either the couch or his bed and lays down. Jekyll feels the tension leaving his body, almost sinking into the soft material. He tugs the blanket up to his chest and falls asleep almost instantly. Usually, it takes him some time to fully fall asleep, as he tends to think about the next day, or things he is stressed about, before sleeping. Not tonight, though. Jekyll’s so exhausted, those thoughts don’t have time to enter his mind before he’s unconscious. His breathing is even, and for the first time in a long while, he doesn’t wake up to any nightmares.
Bonus Zosi Content!
At some point during the night, Zosi hops up on wherever his owner is sleeping, turns around a few times, and lays down at Jekyll’s feet. A quiet “good boy, Zosi” slips from Jekyll’s mouth subconsciously, and the church grim nuzzles in closer to his owner in response. Zosi also makes sure no one disturbs Jekyll until the scientist wakes up in the morning.