19 Jul 2020
He’d been content playing any part in Geralts tumultuous, tragic, heroic life, no matter how small. He’d been content as the bard, the travel companion, the flighty and annoying friend. And if the way Geralt sometimes pressed against him in the night, for warmth, or let him wash his hair, and body, the way he’d haul him up and onto Roach or manoeuvre him out of the way, with strong arms and big hands, if all those things filled a void inside Jaskier that he hadn’t truly realised was there in the first place, then that’s to know and see for him only.
Or: Jaskier tries to piece himself back together in the aftermath of The Mountain.
Then, he waits.
03 Jun 2020
Jaskier is no stranger to falling in love. In fact, he would call himself uniquely qualified in matters of the heart, given his roles as a bard, a poet and an accomplished appreciator of men, women and - well, all those under the sun, really, he’d always fancied himself an equal opportunity lover.
But falling for Geralt of Rivia still blindsides him.
His first, slightly hysterical thought, is that he has to stop sleeping with Geralt.
Or the one where Jaskier and Geralt have been fucking for years, when Jaskier realises he's in love. It all goes downhill from there.
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08 Aug 2020