Hey guys! Welcome to the first installment of my 'Under the Mistletoe Series Part Two'
What is this series? Well, around this time six years I got the song 'Holly Jolly Christmas' stuck in my head and wrote eleven drabbles based on kissing underneath mistletoe, and each one was for a different ship. This year I decided to do a Part Two and really challenge myself by writing something for each day from 1st-25th December. So twenty five ships, all kissing under mistletoe, like my own personal advent calendar as it were. Each one can be read alone. I know that not everyone is going to want to read every fic in the series, but I hope that you find them all enjoyable regardless, I know I certainly had fun writing them.
This is also my first Witcher fic, I don't know how people regard mistletoe in the Witcher universe, so I just wrote the story that I wanted to write.
Enjoy, much love xox
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It was a bright but chilly morning on the path as they left one town and headed for another. They had both made some decent coin in the previous town; Geralt by slaying the local monster, and Jaskier by playing his lute in the local tavern.
Geralt had come back covered in blood and guts late in the night, as was the usual. Dutifully, Jaskier had tended to his wounds, bathed the Witcher in his sweet smelling soaps and washed his long, beautiful hair out. In the morning, Geralt let the bard brush and braid it for him again before they had set off on the path.
Geralt seemed to be in a good mood that morning; which wasn't exactly the norm after a night like the previous one. He didn't tell Jaskier to shut up when he started humming a new tune, nor did he hurry them along when the bard stopped to admire some wild flowers on the side of the path.
Jaskier took these liberties now as he knew that soon it would be too cold for them to travel on the path together and Geralt would leave him for Kaer Morhen. It would be another long and lonesome winter without Geralt, and as soon as it was warm enough again Jaskier would travel the path again hoping to meet up with Geralt once more. He tried not to think about that as the Witcher was in such a good mood and Jaskier wanted to just enjoy this rare behaviour.
The trail they were on eventually came to a river where they stopped for a break and to let Roach have a drink. Jaskier refilled their water and soon enough they were on their way again. The path darkened after that as the trees grew thicker and hung lower. Jaskier pulled his coat closer around him against the chill and the eeriness. The trees had already lost most of their leaves and yet there seemed to be clumps of green bushes attached to the branches. The bard didn't pay much attention to it as he was more focused on staying warm and near the Witcher since this area had him a bit spooked.
Suddenly Geralt came to a stop, he sniffed the air and looked up at the trees for a moment, then without any warning he pulled Jaskier in close and pressed a chaste but firm kiss to the bard's lips.
Jaskier was uncertain of what was happening until it was already over, and then he could hardly believe that the Witcher, his Witcher, had kissed him. He had spent many days and nights dreaming about what kissing those lips would be like but had never expected to find out. He was rooted to the spot unsure of what to do or say until Geralt just turned forward again and kept walking as if nothing had happened.
"What was that for?" Jaskier gasped, his eyes wide and heart beating fast.
"We're walking under mistletoe," Geralt replied simply and continued walking.
"And?" Jaskier jogged to catch up with the Witcher.
"And nothing. Haven't you heard about this new tradition people are setting by kissing under mistletoe?" His tone was casual, as if they were merely speaking about the weather.
Jaskier's face scrunched up in a frown as he thought about it, "Hmm, just sounds like an excuse for people to kiss whoever they want."
Geralt shrugged, "Well it worked, didn't it?" the hint of a smirk flashed across his face.
Jaskier paused in his step, "Oh."
"Mhmm," Geralt pointedly kept looking forward, "you should come with me to Kaer Morhen this winter. I dread to think what misfortune I would have to save you from this time if I left you alone again."
For the second time that day Jaskier was stunned into silence, "Geralt...I-I'd love to."
"Good."
They continued on in silence, Jaskier's smile however, could be compared to the sun's intensity. Today had possibly been one of the best in his life. He was so excited to spend the cold season with Geralt and the other Witchers, he wondered if something more would develop with his white wolf or if the kiss was a one-time thing.
He noticed more of the green bushes in the trees overhead, this time he was paying more attention to what the plant actually was. An idea came to him, "Geralt?"
"Mmm."
"We're under mistletoe again..." Jaskier's heart pounded in his chest.
Geralt stopped walking and turned to the bard, his body language was open, "Well..." he invited.
Jaskier anxiously moved forward and pressed his lips to the Witcher's, hands gripping onto muscled arms as they curled around him. They kissed long and slow, letting the chill and the eerie forest melt away, along with their tension and fears. That winter they would finally be together like Jaskier had always dreamt of.
