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    “You’d like us to be intimate then?” Geralt inquired earnestly. Jaskier nearly choked on his spit.

    “We’re married, aren’t we?”

    “Plenty of married couples would rather clean gutters than see each other bare. And you have that tavern girl of yours, from the village-- hush, that’s not an admonishment. I just assumed you’d been… put up for auction, when a groom was requested in the place of a bride. That you had no earnest, physical interest in men. Or if you did, that I was out of your age bracket. Which is acceptable. I have less than no interest in traumatizing you, or anyone, with my attentions.”

    It was beginning to sink in for Jaskier that maybe, just maybe, he had in fact been joined in holy matrimony with a perfectly lovely man.

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    “If you weren’t training to become a witcher, what would you do?”

    Geralt looks puzzled by the question. “I’ve never thought about it.”

    Jaskier passes him the vodka. “Come on. You have to have some secret dream. Horse trainer? Pirate? King of Kaedwen?”

    “Not worth thinking about, since it won’t happen.” Geralt shakes his head. “What about you? What would you do if you weren’t a viscount? Be a bard?”

    “Of course. And you, my very best friend in the world, would be my muse.”

    Geralt scoffs. “I’d be a shit muse.”

    Geralt and Jaskier are seven years old when they meet, Geralt a terrified child surprise on his way to Kaer Morhen and Jaskier the lonely bastard son of the Earl de Lettenhove. Over the next fifteen years, they become friends, fall in love, break each other’s hearts, and find their way back to each other.

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    "Jaskier," he says to the air, to the ceiling above them, to the gods who'd abandoned him and the ones who still listen.

    Jaskier shifts next to him, sits up. Geralt can hear him undressing, the sound of fingernails on ivory buttons and the rustle of cotton that follows.

    "Anything," is spoken, softly, and the fever spikes so suddenly he nearly chokes on it.

    or: Geralt gets cursed with a knot, a rut, and a bard that won't quit

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    "Geralt?" he calls, nervousness in his tone. He stands up hesitantly, unsure if he should truly be worried yet. Nothing will get you. Geralt will stop it before it gets to you.

    Geralt's voice reaches him, low and rough and just a little bit dangerous. It sends a familiar shiver down his spine. "I'm giving you a two minute head start, little fox. Better start running." 

    Oh. With no further question or protest, Jaskier turns on his foot and takes off. 

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