Geraskier One Shots

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(Warning: contains talk of near-death, gore imagery, and lots and lots of blood. Reader discretion advised.)
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"Geralt? Geralt!" Jaskier trudged through the muddy forest with a cloak draped over his shoulders and his hood pulled up to protect himself from the rain. A mission had been assigned to Geralt three nights prior. Jaskier was getting worried. After almost an hour of walking through puddles and slick mud, he found Geralt, but not how he was hoping to find him. He was hoping to see him alive, maybe a little scraped up but nothing serious.

Geralt was sprawled out by a large and deep pond, covered in both selkiemore blood and his own due to a rough slash in his side, breathing but hardly conscious. Jaskier felt himself fill with terror and pure worry as he rushed to his side. "Geralt! Geralt, can you hear me? Talk to me!" His eyes began to fill with tears as he pulled Geralt into his lap and began to clean up his wound.

Geralt let out a growl and wince of pain and began to pull away, but he couldn't move without letting out a cry of pain. Jaskier laid a hand on his face, turning his head back to face him. "Stop moving, this'll hurt even worse otherwise." He sniffled, wiping his eyes and patching him up, then carefully hugging Geralt. "I'm just glad you're alive." Geralt felt him sobbing silently into his shoulder and he carefully laid his hands on Jaskier's back, smiling sadly.

"I'm surprised you came to find me, despite me demanding you stay back. Maybe you should come with me next mission.." He winced and pulled away, looking down at the bandages. "Which won't be a short while." Jaskier chuckled, sniffled, and leaned his forehead against his. Geralt tucked a short strand of hair behind his ear, holding Jaskier's face. Despite being rough-looking on the outside, and being a Witcher with no need for companions, he cared deeply about Jaskier.

Jaskier opened his eyes and glanced to Geralt's lightly smiling lips, his own parted slightly. Geralt's smile faded and he looked at Jaskier. "I know what you're thinking. You can-" He was cut off by Jaskier pulling him closer and planting his lips softly to his. Geralt tensed in surprise, then relaxed, laying his hands on Jaskier's face. Jaskier pulled away for a bit. "I missed you, Geralt." Geralt smiled. "I missed you too, thank you for coming for me. I would have died without you." Jaskier sighed. "Then don't."