I Wrote The Thing
I did it. I wrote the thing. So here is where you shall find said thing. In chronological order.
Sometimes the world can be too much.
Geraskier | G | cw: emotional H/C
Movie night with the boys. The start of something new borne from a long-standing tradition.
Geraskier | PG | cw: ~kisses~
Jaskier runs into some trouble at the gym.
Geraskier | G | cw: none
A hand glides over his, the fingers tracing over his knuckles softly, sending tingles up his spine. Jaskier does his best to hide how Geralt affects him, but he's never been good at hiding from Geralt.
Geraskier | PG | cw: build up ;)
Jaskier watched the bottle spin, hoping against all hopes that it would both land on him and skip him entirely.
Jaskel | G | cw: neurodivergent Jaskier
Geralt is constantly losing his glasses. For a being as long-lived as he is, it's not completely surprising that he would have some type of macular degeneration.
Geraskier | G | cw: heart melting fluff
It’s Geralt’s first day at his new school and it’s scary. But Papa Vesemir and a new friend are there to make it all better.
Geraskel | G | cw: heart melting fluff, with the schoolboys ;__;
This particular ritual required that the participants take their time in the beginning and Geralt was determined to enjoy himself. There was no telling if, or when, he'd ever have the chance to indulge in Jaskier's body again. If he was brave, he would ask this of Jaskier every night, to be wrapped tight in his arms. But he wasn't sure if Jaskier felt the same.
Geraskier | E | cw: Straight-up smut, my dude.
Geralt pulls his hand away from Jaskier's grasp, seemingly reluctant. He turns slightly from Jaskier and reaches into his bag, pulling something from it. Jaskier is eager to see what it is, what could have been enough cause to change their usual path.
What could've been enough for Geralt to leave them at the base of the Blue Mountains for three days.
Geraskier | PG | cw: established relationship, they cute
A date (not-so) ruined by the rain.
Eskier | T | cw: attempted kisses, licking of palms
There. Right there. The way the stretch marks swirl and dance over his soft, supple skin. It would be very fair to call Jaskier obsessed, he thinks. His fingers delicately trace the paths they painted on the canvas that is Geralt's soft skin, eyes glinting in the low candlelight as he sees the goosebumps rise on Geralt's flesh.
"Sensitive. I never would've guessed."
Geraskier | E-ish? | cw: almost smut, piiiiiiniiiiiiiig, yearning, aching, soft tummies
