Christ Youll Be The

Jaskier was having the worst day. The casting agents for an audition he thought he’d nailed had called to say they were ‘going in another direction’, his tube line was down due to signalling problems, it was raining harder than he’d seen it in years and he’d left his only good coat, the one with a hood, in the pub that he and Geralt had met Priss in a week earlier. That night, squished in-between his boyfriend and his best friend, Jaskier had thought he was the luckiest guy in the world. Tonight, he wasn’t sure which demonic entity he’d managed to piss off between waking up and arriving in Soho but it must have been personal.

The phone call he was having with his remaining 3% battery, icy cold rain dripping down his hair and down his back, was the final straw.

It's Geralt and Jaskier's first Valentines Day as a couple, but are they about to be outshone by Lambert and his mystery date? This is a follow up to my Christmas at Kaer Morhen series, and like the rest of the fics in the collection you can read it as a standalone - but for all the backstory and more fun with this merry band of morons, check out the full works starting with A Place For Crows To Rest Their Feet!