By the Fireside (The Witcher Fanfic)
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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: By the Fireside
Fandom: The Witcher
Pairing: Geralt + Jaskier
Rating: G
Word Count: 625
Summary: Geralt’s recovering from a minor injury and Jaskier wants to keep him entertained.
Author’s Note: Written for a Witcher prompt at comment-fic: “It’s here. Somewhere.”
“Jaskier,” Geralt called in the direction of the bard’s backside.
“Just a minute,” he called back, waving a hand in the witcher’s general direction.
“Jaskier,” Geralt repeated, shaking his head.
The idiot was headfirst in his satchel, digging around. God only knew what he was looking for, and smart men knew better than to ask. He’d made that mistake once, he remembered. Never again.
Geralt briefly wondered if Yen knew an enchantment that could enable him to stuff the annoying bard into his satchel and immediately discarded the idea. While Jaskier drove him to his wit’s end, he needed the extra set of eyes on this job. Although, he definitely didn’t need the extra mouth. Especially one that never closed.
“Jaskier,” Geralt tried one more time. “What are you looking for?”
“Just hold on,” he said, pulling his head out of the bag long enough to throw an impatient look the witcher’s way. I know I have it. It’s in here. Somewhere.” He shook his head and dove back in, muttering something about having too many pockets and how he’d never thought he’d ever utter such a thing.
Geralt looked at Roach. He swore that, if the horse could have given him a shrug, she would have. Couldn’t say he blamed her, honestly. He opened his mouth to yell at the bard to stop it, right now, when Jaskier turned to him, a huge grin on his face.
“Told you I had it,” he said, triumphant.
Squinting his eyes, he studied the thing Jaskier held in his hand. “But… what is it?”
“This, my dear witcher, is a book, perhaps you’ve heard of them?”
He believed that one day he was going to strangle this annoying man, but that day would not be today. “Yes, bard, I am familiar with the concept.” Geralt took a deep breath and let it out slowly before continuing. “The question remains, why are you showing it to me?”
“Because you need to relax, Geralt,” Jaskier said. He rose from his place by the satchel and relocated himself to a spot next to Geralt, in front of the fire. “You’ve injured yourself and while you are healing, you still need to rest.”
Geralt grunted.
Jaskier took that as a cue to continue, which it absolutley wasn’t, but he’d ignore that for the moment. “And since you need to rest, as do I, maybe I could read you some poetry?”
“I’d rather you didn’t,” Geralt confessed. “Sing, if you must, but please, no poetry.”
“You,” Jaskier sighed, pointing a finger at his friend, “are not any fun. What am I to do with myself if I cannot perform?”
“Would you rather I ran screaming into the night, Jaskier?” He gave the bard a hard look. “Because that is what I will do, injured leg or no, if you start reading to me.”
Frowning, the bard leaned sullenly against the tree trunk behind him. “If that’s how you feel…”
“It is.”
“Fine.” He crossed his arms across his chest, pouting. The tips of his fingers brushed against something in his pocket and his face lit up. “Ah, I have the solution.” He whipped out a long metal tube and brandished it before Geralt.
“Do I even want to know what that is?”
“It is a flute, you heathen,” Jaskier said, smiling as he teased his friend. “And music soothes the savage soul. Even one as savage as yours.”
Again, Geralt grunted. “If you say so.”
“I do,” Jaskier replied with a wink. “And you know you like it.”
As he began playing, a happy, flirty little tune, Geralt realized that he did, indeed, like it. Although, he’d never, ever let the bard know as much. Some things truly are best left unsaid.
Fandom: The Witcher
Pairing: Geralt + Jaskier
Rating: G
Word Count: 625
Summary: Geralt’s recovering from a minor injury and Jaskier wants to keep him entertained.
Author’s Note: Written for a Witcher prompt at comment-fic: “It’s here. Somewhere.”
“Jaskier,” Geralt called in the direction of the bard’s backside.
“Just a minute,” he called back, waving a hand in the witcher’s general direction.
“Jaskier,” Geralt repeated, shaking his head.
The idiot was headfirst in his satchel, digging around. God only knew what he was looking for, and smart men knew better than to ask. He’d made that mistake once, he remembered. Never again.
Geralt briefly wondered if Yen knew an enchantment that could enable him to stuff the annoying bard into his satchel and immediately discarded the idea. While Jaskier drove him to his wit’s end, he needed the extra set of eyes on this job. Although, he definitely didn’t need the extra mouth. Especially one that never closed.
“Jaskier,” Geralt tried one more time. “What are you looking for?”
“Just hold on,” he said, pulling his head out of the bag long enough to throw an impatient look the witcher’s way. I know I have it. It’s in here. Somewhere.” He shook his head and dove back in, muttering something about having too many pockets and how he’d never thought he’d ever utter such a thing.
Geralt looked at Roach. He swore that, if the horse could have given him a shrug, she would have. Couldn’t say he blamed her, honestly. He opened his mouth to yell at the bard to stop it, right now, when Jaskier turned to him, a huge grin on his face.
“Told you I had it,” he said, triumphant.
Squinting his eyes, he studied the thing Jaskier held in his hand. “But… what is it?”
“This, my dear witcher, is a book, perhaps you’ve heard of them?”
He believed that one day he was going to strangle this annoying man, but that day would not be today. “Yes, bard, I am familiar with the concept.” Geralt took a deep breath and let it out slowly before continuing. “The question remains, why are you showing it to me?”
“Because you need to relax, Geralt,” Jaskier said. He rose from his place by the satchel and relocated himself to a spot next to Geralt, in front of the fire. “You’ve injured yourself and while you are healing, you still need to rest.”
Geralt grunted.
Jaskier took that as a cue to continue, which it absolutley wasn’t, but he’d ignore that for the moment. “And since you need to rest, as do I, maybe I could read you some poetry?”
“I’d rather you didn’t,” Geralt confessed. “Sing, if you must, but please, no poetry.”
“You,” Jaskier sighed, pointing a finger at his friend, “are not any fun. What am I to do with myself if I cannot perform?”
“Would you rather I ran screaming into the night, Jaskier?” He gave the bard a hard look. “Because that is what I will do, injured leg or no, if you start reading to me.”
Frowning, the bard leaned sullenly against the tree trunk behind him. “If that’s how you feel…”
“It is.”
“Fine.” He crossed his arms across his chest, pouting. The tips of his fingers brushed against something in his pocket and his face lit up. “Ah, I have the solution.” He whipped out a long metal tube and brandished it before Geralt.
“Do I even want to know what that is?”
“It is a flute, you heathen,” Jaskier said, smiling as he teased his friend. “And music soothes the savage soul. Even one as savage as yours.”
Again, Geralt grunted. “If you say so.”
“I do,” Jaskier replied with a wink. “And you know you like it.”
As he began playing, a happy, flirty little tune, Geralt realized that he did, indeed, like it. Although, he’d never, ever let the bard know as much. Some things truly are best left unsaid.
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Date: 2024-05-21 07:19 pm (UTC)Those two are priceless.
Thanks for the chuckle.
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Date: 2024-05-22 01:16 pm (UTC)Aw, thank you. :) And glad I could lighten the mood a bit.
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Date: 2024-05-31 05:19 am (UTC)This was very sweet. I'm glad that in the end they found something they both enjoyed.
Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2024-06-03 07:37 pm (UTC)Right? And supporting it with his lute playing? *sigh*
Thank you! And me, too. Geralt's such a grump, he can't see what he's got right in front of him. Hah!
Thanks for reading!