After vanishing in the middle of the night, Geralt returns changed, with love on his lips. Cursed, bespelled, or maybe just concussed, Jaskier has to get him to a mage - for both their sakes.
Rated M for one extremely brief boner. 6.7k words. Contains love spells, pining, and the pain of rejection - and rejecting.
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“I love you, Jaskier.”
This, Jaskier thought, was bad. This was very bad. The only way that this could possibly be worse was if one - or both of them - were dead.
He considered this. No: that was overly dramatic. Although given the circumstances, maybe it would be preferable to simply fall into a ravine or get eaten by a ghoul. He sighed, stuffing a blanket into his pack, not stopping to fold it. He could feel Geralt’s eyes on his back.
Jaskier had spent hours looking for him, only to return despondently to their camp to find Geralt sitting by the embers of last night’s fire looking confused, but unharmed. Jaskier had been incensed - where the fuck have you been, Geralt - but instead of giving him an explanation Geralt had stood, stalked across the clearing and - much to Jaskier’s shock - had attempted to kiss him.
Turning his face away was perhaps the most difficult thing he’d ever done, until it became clear that he would have to continue to turn away, each time hurting a little more.
Something was wrong with the witcher. He’d either been cursed or bespelled or eaten a weird mushroom or hit his fucking head on a rock but something - definitely - was wrong. Geralt did not feel that way about Jaskier: Jaskier knew it, in his bones.
Under different circumstances, Jaskier would have been only too happy to acquiesce to Geralt’s charms. But to do so now was unthinkable: it would be like he was using him. It was better to gently rebuff his persistent attempts at wooing. Jaskier could admit that he was partly to blame for Geralt’s perseverance: he hadn’t given him an outright no, not really.
The last things shoved untidily away, he stood, and was caught in a beam of bright mid-morning sunlight, temporarily blinding him. From behind, he heard Geralt make a little noise that, a few days ago, would have made his heart soar - but now only made him wince.
“You’re beautiful, Jask.”
Jaskier sighed again. They needed to find someone to fix this, fast.
Out of all of the weird Gameboy attachments out there, this one has to be the strangest. The PediSedate was made for dentist and other doctors to use to administer nitrous oxide to kids before an operation.
The PediSedate fits over the patients head and plugs into a Gameboy and acts as a pair of headphones. In the back of the headset there is a fitting for the gas tank hose. When the doctor is ready, he can turn on the gas while the child is distracted playing the Gameboy.
While the PediSedate was advertised for use with the Gameboy, it isn’t licensed by Nintendo and in reality, can be used with anything that has a headphone jack.
