Geralt: Im So Sorry - Ive Been Having Dreams About Kissing And Fucking You - Tumblr Posts
Prompt 83
Geralt hasn't been sleeping in weeks. Okay, so he's clearly nodded off a few times to stay alive and sane, but he's trying his best to never sleep again. Every time he closes his eyes, he dreams of him and Jaskier. The first dream he had was innocent enough. It was him and Jaskier eating at an inn. The next dream was them in a forest, during the sunset. Jaskier leaned on Geralt, and wrapped himself around Geralt's arm, before pointing to the sky. The next dream was when the problems started. Geralt was coming back from a hunt, he didn't dream the hunt, but he knew he had hunted. Geralt walks into their camp, and Jaskier runs to him, leaping at him with an embrace. Jaskier hugs him close, as to not drop him. Jaskier looks at him, and suddenly Geralt can pay attention to nothing but the fact Jaskier's lips are on him. They're kissing. Every dream after that is romantic, and Geralt can't handle it. Jaskier and him are eating outside - Sure, fine, whatever - But then Geralt says something and Jaskier laughs and then pulls him into a kiss. Geralt play-chasing Jaskier around their inn room before they both fall into bed, laughing. Jaskier looks lovely in his nightshirt, and Geralt can't help but want to see it ride up and expose his midriff. Jaskier singing with Geralt's head in his lap. Geralt can't remember any of the words. Despite knowing he can't write songs, thus his subconscious shouldn't be able to, he still feels like it's one of Jaskier's songs, and the fact it's lost forever pains him in a weird way. Jaskier braiding flowers into Geralt's hair. Geralt feels especially guilty after waking up from this one. Real Jaskier has stated multiple times his want to do such a thing, and Geralt always vehemently denied. Jaskier sobbing in an inn room, only to turn and embrace Geralt with joy. "Oh, Geralt! You're alright! Why are you so late!?!" Geralt has no idea what's going on, but he feels horrible. He apologizes to his bard, and kisses his temple. And then the damned dreams started getting... Even harder to deal with. A memory of Jaskier bathing in a stream, but instead of turning his head like he did at the time, Dream Geralt walks into the water and- Nope. Nope. No. Jaskier on his knees, looking up at Geralt through his lashes, as Geralt reaches for his belt- Nope, nope, nope, nope. Jaskier dressed up all pretty for him. Geralt wants to take his stockings off with his teeth- Nope, nopenopenopenopenopenope! These were highly inappropriate dreams to be having about his best friend. His best friend he's going to meet back up with tomorrow. Fuck.