Whatever you do, do NOT imagine Jaskier being the first person to ever by Geralt a present just because, and then Geralt starts crying because literally no one has ever done this before.

They're sitting in their room at an inn, when Jaskier remembers. "Oh, I almost forgot!" he exclaims, reaching into his bag and pulling them out.
It was a new pair of black boots, built for travel. Built for riding a horse.
"Why are you showing me these?" Geralt asks.

Jaskier's confused. "I'm not showing you, I'm /giving/ them to you."
"To me?" Geralt says, taking the boots from Jaskier, turning them over. They were /perfect/, like they were made for Geralt.
They probably were, come to think of it.
"But why? Why are you giving me these?"

"Why not?" Jaskier says, and then his brow furrows, a realisation hitting him like an arrow to the heart. "Has... has no one ever given you something just because before? Because they saw something and thought of you, and knew you had to have it?"
Geralt shakes his head. "Never."

Jaskier has never felt so sad, or so angry at the world. Geralt deserved all the good things, and Jaskier was beginning to see how much life had wronged his Witcher.
"Well, there you go. A new pair of boots, just because I thought you might like them."

Geralt doesn't respond, just stares at the boots in his hands. Jaskier starts to think that maybe he's done something wrong, that maybe Geralt doesn't /like/ gifts and that's why he doesn't receive them.
"Geralt, are you okay?"
When Geralt looks up, Jaskier realises he's crying.

He can see the tears in Geralt's eyes, and Jaskier's heart plummets, like a wyvern's just dropped him from a great height.
"Oh geez, Geralt, I'm sorry, I just thought-"
The next thing Jaskier knows, he's being pulled into a bone-crushing hug, held tight to Geralt's chest.

When Geralt finally pulls away, his face is stained with tears and his gotten Jaskier's doublet wet, but neither man seems to notice or care.
Geralt goes to speak, but his chest is tight and his throat is all blocked, so he reaches out and takes Jaskier's hand.

Luckily, Jaskier understands. "You're welcome, Geralt," he whispers, having long grown used to Geralt's methods of communication. "It won't be the last, I promise you."

Geralt vows to repay Jaskier back in kind, as soon as he sees the right gift(s).

They fall asleep in each other's arms, the boots sat carefully beside the bed.

When they ready themselves to leave the next morning, Jaskier can't help the warmth that fills him when he sees Geralt put on his new boots.

//end thread.

this wasn't even meant to be a whole proper thread jfc i dont know what happened i just saw @troubadorer's reply to the original tweet and then i just went to town. I hope you're happy about this, dallie