Beefy Jaskier | Dandelion
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05 Nov 2020
Geralt’s eyes go wide as saucers as he takes in the form of the man; he’s easily over two metres tall, his shoulders wide and strong, arms thick as an average man’s thigh. Beneath his too tight, seams visibly straining, creme chemise, dark hair is visible, dusting his strong chest. There’s something about this man, something achingly familiar in the tone of his voice, in the way he hogs his pillow, the way his limbs are strewn about everywhere on the bed, and Geralt wonders who he reminds him of.
down the hills and round the bends by Anonymous
07 Nov 2020
“Geralt,” Jaskier murmurs, worry and concern in his voice. “Shit, Geralt, have you been sleeping out here all night?”
Geralt tries to open his eyes, delighted that he’s finally found Jaskier after searching for so long, but a large, warm palm smooths over his eyes, which flutter shut at the gentle touch.
“Oh, you’re freezing,” Jaskier gasps, and the warm hand moves down Geralt’s body. Since when has Jaskier’s hand been so big? “I’m going to hold you, Geralt, alright?”
They’ve slept together on the same bed plenty of times. But this time, when Jaskier wraps himself around Geralt, Geralt realises that Jaskier is somehow bigger than he remembers, his figure enveloping Geralt’s and radiating warmth like a furnace, and when Geralt twists around, he meets the golden eyes of a witcher instead of cornflower blue.
When Jaskier disappears, Geralt goes searching for him, desperate to find his lover - only to find a witcher in his place, a revelation that is very, very pleasing indeed.
28 Nov 2020
“You know what, Geralt? Let’s go send a falcon to Kaer Morhen immediately, let them know we are coming.”
“I know,” Jaskier smiles mischievously. Oh no, what is he planning? “That’s an excellent opportunity to have some harmless fun.” Geralt sighs. “Oh don’t worry, it’s nothing bad, love. Just, well, don’t mention my… witcheriness in the letter? Best case scenario, they just think me an enormous human, and we get the chance to have fun dropping hints till they catch on. And worst-case scenario, they catch on immediately and I’m revealed to be a witcher and we get to see their surprised faces. See? Harmless.”
Or: Jaskier is a 7ft tall witcher and he and Geralt want to play a joke on the Kaer Morons