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Prompt 79

Jaskier and Geralt have confessed and gotten together, and Jaskier couldn't be happier. It's like a dream come true, being able to kiss Geralt. Jaskier learns that Geralt isn't a big fan of PDA, a tad troublesome for him, but he'll learn and grow to be a better lover for his witcher! He just might forget and try to kiss him a few times before it actually stays in his noggin! However he also learned that Geralt.. Doesn't like talking about them in public. Or insinuating them in public. Jaskier can't even make dirty jokes or ask Geralt where they should go out on dates. Geralt hisses for him to stop talking about it and glances around. Jaskier has been longing to eat at this one fine restaurant in a crowded town for months, and they have a chance to! There's a table still open! With a vase of flowers, and candles, and a dark red tablecloth, and they're sat right next to a small stage where the performers play! Jaskier goes to sit down, only for Geralt to drag him out by the arm, saying that they can't eat there. Jaskier is of course asks if there's poison in the food, or a monster infesting the eatery, only to get a grunt. "Really, Geralt, why can't we eat there?" "We just... Can't." Jaskier just assumes the owners must be some sort of witcher-hating pricks who tried to... To sell Geralt their daughter in exchange for wanting him to kill something that doesn't need to be killed or... Or some other really hateable things. A pity, he's heard amazing things about that place.. But all is well! Soon enough, they head to an inn, and get settled in a room. Jaskier tries his best to seduce his boyfriend, but Geralt just glances around their room and shakes his head. "Not now." Jaskier shrugs, and heads down to play for some coin, and perhaps get a bit tipsy for the fun of it all. He wakes up the next morning with quite an awful headache, and a very annoyed-looking Geralt. Jaskier apologizes for going overboard with the drinks, but Geralt huffs and says that isn't what's upsetting him. What upset him is Drunk Jaskier telling people that he and Geralt are together. But come onnn! Everyone's been saying "The bard is fucking the butcher" for over a decade! Surely some villager's account of a drunk bard saying the same isn't worth all the fuss Geralt is making over it. Another night, Jaskier is sat by the campfire, idly strumming his lute. "Annnd even though today I had to hide in a tree~ I love my witcher, and my witcher loves me~" Geralt suddenly loses his focus and turns sharply to Jaskier. "That's a new song." "It's not a song, I'm just making things up for fun." "So it's not in your song journal?" "...No?" "Good." 'Good'? Jaskier could just play it off as another one of Geralt's teases about disliking his music, but something about this in particular made Jaskier feel nauseous. A week or so after that, Jaskier has finished his set and is excitedly skipping off to meet back up with Geralt when he overhears some conversation from where Geralt is sat. "Your bard sings well!" "He's not my bard." "No? I thought I heard you two were together." "No. Acquaintances at best. Hardly know him." Acquaintances at best? Acquaintances? Jaskier knows Geralt has been offput by the idea of telling people they are romantically involved, but he couldn't even muster up a 'No, we're just friends.' He's STILL not a 'friend'? That's when it clicks for Jaskier. Oh. Geralt's ashamed of him.

Is it because he's a man? Would Geralt be proud to show off his lover if his lover were female? Is it because of Jaskier's looks? He's been told he's rather attractive, but perhaps he looks quite small and delicate beside a witcher. He didn't think Geralt would care for such things, though. Perhaps it's his personality. Maybe the lighthearted remarks between the two of them were more barbed on Geralt's side than Jaskier at first thought. Maybe Geralt really hates his singing, or how much he talks, or how often he turns things into an innuendo. Is he just some quick fuck in the woods? The second they hit civilization he's not even a friend? Jaskier slips back up to their room, completely forgetting to let Geralt know where he is. Oh well. If Geralt gives a shit he can sniff out Jaskier's perfume. For now, Jaskier is going to curl up in their bed and try not to cry. Jaskier and Geralt have confessed and gotten together, and Geralt couldn't be happier. It's like a dream come true, being able to kiss Jaskier. But Geralt has to keep in mind how many enemies he has out there. Personal, blind hatred based on his reputation, blind hatred based on him being a witcher, the list goes on. Geralt worried for Jaskier enough as it is when they were best friends. Geralt would be powerless and completely devastated if anyone were to take Jaskier. Geralt would be putty in their hands if they so much as threatened the bard's life. Now that they're lovers? Geralt cringes to think at how many people would be chomping at the bit for an opportunity to kill the Butcher's one true love. To use him as a hostage for Geralt to do their bidding. For them to torture Jaskier in the hopes of learning things about Geralt. So Geralt makes a plan. He'll keep Jaskier at an arm's length whenever he thinks anyone could see or hear them. It's exceptionally hard not kissing the hell out of his bard whenever he feels like it, but he must practice restraint in order to keep him safe. Jaskier keeps making it harder on him, though. Kissing him, wanting to go eat at some romantic place, telling every soul he can how much he and Geralt are inseparable soulmates who can't live without one another, all in front of so many people. Any one of which could be just too loose-lipped. Any one of which could lead to a snowballing effect that ends in his beloved Jaskier's harm or death. Geralt just can't wait until Winter comes. He plans on bringing Jaskier with him, and they'll be able to do whatever they want the entire winter, with no fear.

This is also one of my fav tropes, whether Jaskier ends up with Geralt or another witcher

One of my favorite tropes is when Eskel and Lambert are like ah yes it’s time to appreciate and steal Jaskier Here’s my late Witcher Wednesday post, finally completed :P

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hes neeping 🥺

Onestly, Dandelion sleeping is too cute.

Prompt 74

Geralt has insomnia. Not that shocking, given his life. Recently he accidentally learned that Jaskier singing a soft slow song late at night puts him to sleep like a baby. Now the issue is that Geralt has no idea how to broach the topic with his friend, Jaskier. How do you ask the man you yearn for gayly to sing you to sleep at night? Thus Geralt has spontaneously begun dropping everything and rushing to lay down any time Jaskier tries playing anything at night. That's an odd new quirk of Geralt's...

Prompt 78

Geralt likes providing for his bard. He likes when Jaskier's eyes light up when Geralt brings him plenty of food. He likes when Jaskier rushes to undress as soon as Geralt says he found a safe body of water to bathe in. He likes when Jaskier lets out that soft moan of comfort when he's cozied up on his bedroll next to a warm fire. Geralt likes that at the first sign of danger or ailment, Jaskier rushes to Geralt, because nobody will fight harder to protect Jaskier than Geralt. Geralt likes the hugs Jaskier gives him when Geralt buys him something he saw him ogling in town. Geralt likes when Jaskier beams at him when Geralt provides him with praise and compliments. Geralt likes Jaskier's squeal of excitement when Geralt allows them to splurge on an expensive bathhouse or inn every few months. Time passes. Jaskier however suddenly looks saddened at every luxury or care that Geralt tries to give him. Jaskier begins trying to get himself food, and complaining less about wanting to wash his hair, and he goes to sleep cold if he thinks Geralt wouldn't want a fire. Jaskier doesn't look around at markets any more, and vehemently denies wanting anything. Jaskier mutters "You don't have to" at any praise. Jaskier widens his eyes in horror and begs Geralt to keep the money and not waste it on something unessential. Geralt finally breaks and asks Jaskier why he's acting so odd one day, and Jaskier admits that he's begun to worry about being a burden. Geralt does so much, and Jaskier fears Geralt sees him as dead weight. Geralt is disgusted at the mere thought. A more disgusting thought, however, is that he now has to try and explain to Jaskier, with words, that he likes doing things for Jaskier.