Fanfictions

Drunken Treat - Witcher

Inspired by @/AdriansPoison on Twitter by this special post :: Geralt deserves to get his nipples pierced. as a treat. a drunken treat maybe but a treat nonetheless. A drunk arm wrestle ends in piercings for the white wolf

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Jaskier sang and danced as the Witcher's raised their glasses downing more beer then most of them should probably physically be able to consume. Jumping from table to table Jaskier twisted around his coat flaps following his quick successions. Jaskier laughed as he watched Lambert and an extremely drunk Geralt arm wrestling. "If I win you have to get piercings." Lambert smiled the ginger Witcher inching close.

Geralt hiccupped, he had drank one too many beers and taken a few shots with Eskel before they even arrived at the bar itself. "Bet." Geralt snarled as they began to fight. Jaskier cheered as he watched them argue, their arms going back and forth in an extreme test of strength. "When I win," Geralt started his focus blurring, "you gotta telll Jaskier how you actually feel about his music."

"Well that sure as hell isn't happening." Lambert smiled a his brothers words slurred. Geralt hiccupped again as Lambert pinned his arm down to the table.

Geralt looked dumbfounded. "Well shit."

"Time to go to the tattoo parlor down the street!" Eskel shouted, Jaskier laughed knowing Geralt had been talking about getting pricings sooner then later so this wasn't going to be a huge shock when he sobered up. They stumbled down the street, Triss and Yennefer, friends of the Witchers, smiled welcoming them into their shop. The biker gang was one of their top customers, and they were always happy to supply them with whatever their needs were.

Tats, piercings, you name it.

Eskel and Lambert dropped Geralt into the chair helping him take his top off drunkenly. "He's gonna be okay with this right?" Triss asked as she handed Jaskier a list of piercings.

"Hes been talking about this for a while now, he's gonna be fine." Jaskier promised as he handed it back after finding a few he thought he would actually be okay with. Lambert swayed as Vesemir watched his sons drunkenly chatter and urge Jaskier to sing while the piercings happened. Jaskier of course obliged. Triss chuckled as he sat on their counter singing while they worked on getting Geralt ready for the barbell nipple piercings. Jaskier had picked out barbell ones with little skeleton hands as well as some bat winged ones when they healed up.

"Alright this is gonna pinch then done." Triss smiled as Yennefer squeezed his hand.

"Son of a bitch!" Geralt snarled at the first one.

"Hey it's okay." Jaskier promised kissing his cheek. He placed his guitar in his box and pulled out his phone snapping a few photos for proof of the night. He also wanted to show their daughter when she got back from her horse riding camp.

"Alright brother one more," Lambert cheered.

Coen laughed as he watched Geralt clench his teeth and grab onto the chairs cushion. His surgery scars all but faded now, he owed it all to Triss, Yennefer, Jaskier, and his brothers. They'd put together all their money and did a fundraiser at the tattoo parlor. All the proceeds went right into his surgery, and he couldn't have been more thankful.

So it was fitting he was getting his piercings here too.

Yennefer did the other side and smiled kissing Triss quickly as they finished up the final tat. Geralt didn't swear this time to focused on Jaskier giving him small kisses to even really notice it.

"That looks awesome." Eskel smirked.

Lambert smiled proud of himself for the experience, he honestly hadn't expected to win that arm wrestle.

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The next morning a hung over Geralt stumbled into the bathroom, he stopped dead staring at himself in the mirror.

Barbells?

"Jaskier!" Geralt yelled. Jaskier made his way in with a smile. "What the hell?"

"You lost a bet with Lambert," Jaskier said.

"Ah.." He smiled admiring them.

"I think they look lovely," Jaskier smiled kissing his cheek. "I hope I picked the right ones out for you."

"I do like them actually." Geralt smiled. "Just didn't expect them."

"Well, you've got them now. A little treat."

"A treat." Geralt chuckled. "I guess I can see it that way," he smirked kissing Jaskier's cheek. Jaskier smiled and showed him the photos from the night before.

"You got shitfaced."

Geralt laughed, but he sure was feeling it now, but he did have to admit he sure liked them.