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are you fucking kidding me by sheepishwolfy
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
21 Dec 2021
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The coat was body-warm in Geralt’s hand, even through his glove. It was a fine make, rich red leather lined with floral satin brocade. Sturdy. Well-loved. A far cry from the delicate silks and airy linens Jaskier had preferred before. One of the shoulder seams had been repaired, the thread just slightly darker than the rest of the stitching, the stitches themselves a little uneven. A coat like this would be very, very expensive.
Geralt dropped it in the dirt.
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Or, Geralt and Jaskier talk about their feelings without their shirts on. It goes as well as can be expected. -
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Jaskier was used to be asked to leave, or shown to the door without sparing his feelings. So it didn't surprise him when Geralt finally snapped and pushed him away, at the top of a mountain. Didn't surprise him in the least.
To the witcher's credit, he'd stayed the longest.
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More Than an Address by DrowningByDegrees
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
19 Aug 2021
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He means to say no. He really ought to. They’ll both be miserable. It’s hard to find someone who will even entertain the notion of sharing living space with a witcher, but there has to be another option.
Except, then a funny thing happens. Jaskier smiles, friendly and guileless as anything. “Your eyes are incredible. Sorry! I wasn’t flirting. That would be a terrible way to start a… roommate situation. Th—”
“They’re contacts,” Geralt replies. It’s self preservation, practically an automatic response.
“Well, cool contacts then.” Jaskier shrugs, fiddling with the spare key before holding it out to Geralt. Even that is stamped all over with Jaskier’s existence, dangling from an absurdly fluffy hot pink keychain. “So?”
Jaskier has no idea what he is. It’s the promise of some kind of normalcy that sways Geralt in the end. It’s not like he’ll have to be here that often anyway. It’s more just a place to sleep between contracts than anything else.
Geralt scowls at the fluff like it’s personally insulted him… but he takes the key.
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Jaskier knows he's a placeholder.
A warm body and nothing more, someone familiar and comforting who’s responsive (too responsive) to Geralt’s advances. It’s a matter of convenience, when Geralt takes him to bed.
Jaskier knows.
And he’s totally, definitely, absolutely okay with it.
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Geralt wore the brand of a submissive on the back of his neck, hidden by the curtain of his overgrown hair. He allowed his menacing bulk and people's assumptions to take care of the rest.
Jaskier was versatile, but he appeared to most as a submissive, which was perhaps why Geralt had accepted his presence in the first place. Geralt was leery of those who would press him to service. And yet, unerringly, they always seemed to sniff him out.
Jaskier had forced the Dominant within himself to lay dormant for years to stay by Geralt’s side.
Until the day when the dynamic between them was wrestled from his control.
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It's been almost two years since the last time he's seen him.
Jaskier looks the same to Geralt. Maybe a little older, he supposes. Happier, certainly, than when he turned away on the rocks.
[Geralt is sad. Jaskier is sad. And then after a while they are both happy.]
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Jaskier was used to be asked to leave, or shown to the door without sparing his feelings. So it didn't surprise him when Geralt finally snapped and pushed him away, at the top of a mountain. Didn't surprise him in the least.
To the witcher's credit, he'd stayed the longest.
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Jaskier sits under a tree by himself, separate from the group but not entirely out of sight. Geralt's chest suddenly feels tight, like some great weight is settled on him and making it hard to breathe. There's an ache where his heart is and he recognizes, belatedly, that it's guilt—guilt for what he'd shouted earlier, for pushing the bard away with his anger and harsh words.
He stands, uncertain, fighting with himself for a moment, then he closes his eyes and breathes in deeply, letting it out slowly, and makes his way over to Jaskier.
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Geralt apologizes
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A melody sweetly played in tune by Kaz_Langston
Fandoms: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
26 Jun 2020
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It’s just fucking. No kisses, no sweet nothings, no weakness. Just the scratching of an itch. Geralt can’t afford to think it could be anything else.
It’s just fucking. No emotions, no softness, definitely no chance of Jaskier being on top - Geralt nearly bit his hand off at the thought. But it hurts, to know how Geralt thinks of those who bend over for other men, and it hurts almost as much to know that he won’t ever get to treat Geralt how the noble witcher deserves to be treated.
It’s just fucking. Except it’s not.
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so close we're sharing breath by ShowMeAHero
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
16 Dec 2021
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“We can get there before the end of a week,” Geralt says, with confidence he doesn’t feel. He keeps his tone even. In better circumstances, they’d be there by the end of the night; if Geralt could simply hoist them up and run with them, he would.
That’s impossible, though, and he’s left only with frail reality. He wants to get them up the mountain in two more days, maybe two-and-a-half, to accommodate for breaks as often as Jaskier and Ciri may need. Without a doubt, Jaskier needs to be in a warm, dry bed in at least two days. It’d be better if he was there now, but now is impossible.
Jaskier nods firmly. He swipes at his face with the edge of his sleeve, exhales slowly again. “I can do that.”