Archive of Our Own

Summary:

OP Summary: Neither of them are strangers to sleepless nights. They both find it difficult to turn their noisy brains off, to wind down and sink into a restful slumber, so it’s not uncommon for the early morning hours to find Geralt folded in an armchair with a book open against his legs or staring off into space, to find Jaskier sprawled out on any flat surface scribbling away in his lyric notebook or lightly strumming his guitar to work out a chord progression. They’re both used to surfacing from a dream, blinking awake, and turning to see the other side of the bed empty, the rumpled sheets cool to the touch.

Or: Geralt listens in while Jaskier composes during the early morning hours. He hears something that is unexpected, but definitely not unwelcome. (Part of the bookshop universe, but it can stand alone.)