Dinner has always been a quite messy and joyful affair with the Pranktz family, even if there were cooks their mother insisted on cooking meals or helping in the preparation for meals. And now on such a special occasion, everything from starter to dessert was made by Viscountess. Jaksier took his seat between his mother and Albert who was grinning at him when Geralt sat opposite to him. He leaned in when his brother gestured to him "I heard that you guys were getting along really well"
Rolling his eyes, Jaskier took hold of his brother's ear as he gritted out smiling "And you should mind your own business."
He pulled away just as his brother called for Ma who was giving them The look, he settled on kicking Albert's leg as he scoffed lightly "Mama's boy." He proceeded to ignore his brother who poked his tongue at him and settled on the chair pouting.
When he straightened he realized Geralt was watching him in amusement, blushing he ducked his head. Shit, he was acting like a child in front of his future hubby, he must think I'm too immature. He wanted to gut his brother who was enjoying it if the snickering was to go by and he seemed to have joined all of their siblings and friends in it too.
"Jeju" They all turned to Olfie who was looking at the White Wolf curiously "What did you gift Jassi?"
Geralt frowned questioning "Jassi?"
Understanding the misunderstanding Jaskier spoke up "Oh, my family insists on calling me Jassi, apparently Jaskier is too much" he narrowed his eyes at his family members who looked anywhere but at him. The sight made the Witchers amused some even laughed.
Nodding stiffly he replied back to the boy whose eyes resembled that of Jaskier and the Viscount "I gifted him, a dagger and the Wolf medallion, also some clothes he might need while traveling. Kaer Morhen is mostly covered in snow." Even if he didn't intend the ending to come out a bit bitter, he was still caught up in making Jaskier go through this major change.
Sensing his lover's distress Jaskier was quick to change the topic, he said smirking "That isn't the only thing, he also helped me try on those clothes." This made the whole room turn to him, diverging from Geralt's melancholy to Jaskier's cheekiness as he grinned at his White Wolf, who was also staring at him gobsmacked and how the fuck can someone look so freaking handsome while breathing like a fish.
The Viscountess was quick to gang up on her son, shook to her core "What?? What did you just say????" Her eyes were the size of saucers as she rounded on Jaskier who realized that he probably look around before opening his mouth. He surrendered as he sputtered "M-maa I was just kidding, it was just a j-joke. We didn't do anything."
His mother breathed in relief before pulling his ear "You know better than to use such words in the presence of a multitude." He groaned, glaring at the laughing bunch of people, assholes didn't even try to hide it. But he was thankful that everyone's mind diverted from Geralt's impenitence and sorrow. He gazed at his husband who was looking at him gratefully, the yellow eyes were fond for a bit before going back to their aloofness but still, Jaskier smiled, he smiled at his future husband trying to convey that no matter what he will be there for him, anyhow to hold his burden, pain, and sorrows.
"Are you going to let me in on the laugh?" A hearty voice sounded from the doors and a light giggle as the Viscount entered with a toddler perched on his hip. The girl wriggled trying to get off and the old man provided that, tired from day's work and his age he let the girl down who was quick to run to Jaskier settling on his lap.
Geralt stared at the little ball of sunshine feeling his heart squeeze, he was reminded of Ciri. He thinks about how he will break out this news to Jaskier and what will his reaction be, he knows that the young man won't react badly being in such a loving family who didn't treat him any differently. But he still felt anxious after all this was about his daughter, he was still determined to not let Jaskier do anything he didn't wish for. No matter how hurt he would feel if Jaskier rejected him.

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My Witcher, My Warlord, My Husband
RomanceJaskier has been arranged to marry Geralt of Rivia, he is a little anxious about his new husband but not at all scared. Let's see through his journey of gaining trust of certain white haired Witcher, who becomes his warlord. No art is mine. The cove...