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    He looks so pathetic, gingerly attempting to climb to his feet without causing himself too much pain. His pretty navy doublet is covered in dirt and he’s moaning and whining over his injuries and Geralt just wants him to shut up and also for them to get the fuck out of this shithole so without really thinking about it much, he grabs Jaskier’s flailing hand and pulls him up none too gently. Geralt’s sure he’s scowling hard enough to strike fear into even the most hardened of soldiers, and he expects Jaskier to shrink back in terror as most people tend to. They’re standing close and though they’re quite similar in height, Geralt’s much bulkier and he’s a Witcher to boot, but the bard shows no sign of fear. 

    Instead, a wide grin breaks out over Jaskier’s face and before Geralt can let go of his hand, the bard brings it up to his mouth and presses a soft but firm kiss to Geralt’s admittedly quite dusty knuckles. A satisfied little smile curls at the corner of his lips, and he gazes at Geralt through thick lashes. 

    ...

    Or, the many, many kisses Jaskier bestows upon Geralt over the years, and the one time Geralt kisses him first.

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