Archive of Our Own

Summary:

It should be irritating–the incessant noise, the press of the crowd, the confetti swirling in the air, the humidity lingering into the night and somehow finding a way inside. Geralt should be annoyed and irked and downright vexed.

He’s not, though. Because for him, there is only Jaskier. Nothing else, no one else, exists.

Jaskier captures all of Geralt’s attention. He’s magnetic; Geralt couldn’t possibly look away even if he wanted to, and oh, that’s the last thing he wants.

Or: Jaskier takes Geralt to his first Pride, and Geralt reflects on how very lucky he is. (Part of the bookshop universe, but it mostly stands alone, too.)