#artistsfuneral about the witcher | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

pukner · 1 year

Text

✨masterpost of my works✨

posted to my ao3

[this post is subject to editing in the future]

Since I intend on using Tumblr a bit more now, and because I like neat lists, I thought it'd be prudent do make a little list of what I have out on ao3 right now!

My name's Looth, and I am ENTIRELY at the whims of my hyperfixations. I'm on twitter and pillowfort by the same handles, but I rarely use the latter.

fandoms: Stranger Things, Our Flag Means Death, The Witcher (Netflix) and Good Omens

[list under the cut!]

fanfiction

Good Omens:

A Nanny? In MY Summoning Circle?

A twoshot wherein Warlock Dowling meets his Nanny again, via the very normal uni student past time of trying to summon a demon with a book you found in a dodgy bookshop. Very fluffy, genderqueer Warlock.

[Complete] 2/2, 10.5k

The Witcher (Netflix):

The Viscount

[geraskefer endgame]

A 5+1 that works on the premise that "I'm from Lettenhove" is a sort of codeword in the royal class for children that have fallen out of grace with their court/family? And the higher your rank in Lettenhove, the worse the thing you have done is? Lots of Jaskier shenanigans, aggressive found family and genderfluid Jaskier.

Based on a post by @artistsfuneral.

[WIP] 3/?, 1.3k

build me up, buttercup [rated M]

[geraskefer endgame]

A longfic I've been chipping away at since 2020, dear God. Features Jaskier and Yen being fake married and co-parenting Ciri, Geralt getting adopted, the found family inherent to bards and the city of Oxenfurt, ftm Jaskier and Ciri having a well-deserved identity crisis. Also, ocs galore, gratuitous academia, and also Valdo Marx is immortal and Jaskier's annoying best friend.

Geraskefer endgame. My baby, who I will return to as soon as I am able.

[WIP] 15/?, 64k

Our Flag Means Death:

the inertia series [rated E]

a three-part series following Israel Hands as he attempts to move on from the things keeping him trapped in amber, unable to grow.

[steddyhands endgame]

[Complete] 62.9k

1. love like a dog on a leash

Izzy Hands encounters an old friend in the form of Sam Bellamy, Ed starts a barfight, and Stede learns some backstory.

All of these men are haunted in some way.

1/1, 5.5k

2. open season

Izzy Hands finds himself inexplicably being courted by various pirates to be their first mate. No one has addressed that fact that he isn't looking for a new Captain; he already has two. Steddyhands endgame, features some Jackhands.

A long look at the dynamics between Ed and Izzy, and now Stede, and the older dynamics of Ed, Izzy, Calico Jack Rackham and Sam Bellamy. Actually, it's a look at Izzy himself, and his various traumas and the way he's transitioning from being in a Black Sails type dark genre to this weird muppet land everyone else on this ship seems to live in.

7/7, 44.5k

3. red sky at morning

An epilogue, wherein the boys all contend with the future on the horizon; the good and the bad of it.

1/1, 11.9k

stranger things

[my current hyperfixation send help]

Eddie Munson and the Dreamboy

[steddie]

Wherein Eddie and El traverse the inside of Steve's mind, and encounter various Steves at different points in his life trying to find where he's hidden himself to escape Vecna's final curse.

A 5+1, featuring Steve's Scoops Ahoy flirting, a little baby Steve, and El's hair.

[Complete] 1/1, 8k.

Dustin Henderson and the Lovebirds

[steddie]

Five times Dustin Henderson was subjected to Eddie Munson being gross and sappy and in love with Steve Harrington, and one time Steve didn't even have to be there.

Features Steve being serenaded, Eddie Munson's Roger Rabbit Impression, Steve's Tiny Gym Shorts, and a good old fashioned worm conversation. Also, gay dnd.

[Complete] 1/1, 9.7k

always burning, world keeps turning

a two-part series set in a soft post-apocalyptic Hawkins, where community and family keep everyone going. And Steve and Eddie kiss about it.

[steddie]

[WIP]

1. took you for a working boy

In a post-apocalypse, mildly nightvale-flavoured Hawkins, Steve and Eddie are the only ones who aren't aware they're dating. Steve does not have a gender crisis but does have a lot of difficulty finding the words for it all, Eddie is oblivious but earnest (and running a radio show, Dr. Death Defying or Cecil Palmer style), Steve and Robin are ACTUALLY soulmates, and everyone's doing their best.

I cannot stress how much everyone thinks they're already dating. Featuring genderqueer Steve, disaster gay Eddie, scheming younger teens, and lots of stobin fluff.

[complete] 6/6, 43.8k

2. hometown blues

The sequel to working boy, wherein Gareth, Vickie and Steve's mom encounter how fucking weird Hawkins has got in their absence, and take it with varying degrees of grace.

[WIP] 3/? 17k

off-script

Wherein Steve Harrington has his sexuality all figured out, Eddie's in comically heavy denial, and everything rapidly snowballs from there.

[steddie]

1. off the beaten path

Wherein Steve figures out he's bi before Eddie figures out he's gay, but Eddie STILL manages to fall first.

Features Steve talking himself though discovering his sexuality in approximately five minutes while on the phone with a baffled Jonathan, and him aggressively flirting with the local metalhead. He's also very good at being an unreliable narrator.

It ALSO features said local metalhead (who thinks himself straight) accidentally flagging, calling Steve Harrington princess in a totally straight way, and doing the ttrpg equivalent of doodling your crush's name on a notebook over and over. Also, somehow he's convinced himself he just hates Steve.

This won't end badly for anyone, I'm sure.

[Complete] 6/6, 34.2k

2. no boys allowed

Robin Buckley has her very first Girls' Day. She gets her hair braided, consoles her heartbroken best friend, and everyone muddies the water a bit on the exact definition of what a Girl is.

Steve Harrington has a good cry about Eddie Munson.

[Complete] 1/1, 7.5k

3. here be dragons

Eddie Munson has kissed a boy, and now he has to handle the fallout. He's got to grapple with the fact that he likes boys, likes a boy, and the harrowing fact that he may have inadvertently broken said boy's heart.

Or, a rapidly snowballing fic that's become a series of character studies by accident. Features Mike Wheeler kicking Eddie's ass into gear, ruminations on being a fashion-assigned dom, Steve Harrington's Various Abandonment Issues, and a surprise Tommy Hagan.

[WIP] 6/?, 38.9k

original works:

court of law

A mildly unhinged second person pov piece about a person going to college and finding that he's trapped in a bizarre dreamscape with no memories. And a new body. He accidentally steals a cute boy's name.

Lots of shenanigans, lots of gender and bad jokes.

[WIP] 6/?, 13k

#looth yells #my writing #ref #pinned post #writing #fic #i genuinely never remember what tags i use

73 notes · View notes

thebestworstidea · 1 year

Text

Witcher Fic Recommendations

Presented in no particular order, some of my favorite Witcher Fics; Links are to Ao3. They are also mostly Explicit, but cute, if you get me? I tend to forget the porn when remembering them because it's about the character interactions not the fucking.

Pretty much anything @inexplicifics has written (I started hearing about the Accidental Warlord Series (E, Geralt/Jaskier, Geralt/Eskel, Geralt/Jaskier/Eskel and assorted minor ships. In which a terrified bard stops being terrified and helps reshape the world with his music and his heart.) when I started going through the Witcher tag and somehow it was even BETTER than I assumed) but in particular I am crazy about their Lambert/Aiden. Your Kind of Heaven (M, in which Lambert is smarter than Orpheus), Three Bells each with a Separate Sound (E, in which timefuckery makes for the best fuckert)and Out of the Night That Covers Me (M, in which a single good deed does multiple people a shit ton of good)are all fics I've read multiple times already.

@jackironsides is also a go to favorite writer, with Kaer Morhen Book Club (T in which fanfic changes people's perspectives, and the Kaer Morons love romance novels.)being a unclosed tab on my phone in case I need a pick me up. But honestly, any of their works are worth a read. I went through their entire library with no regrets.

@spielzeugkaiser does this amazing art to tell stories with; while it can take me most of a fic to tear up, they can do it in a handful of sketches so there's that. But there's plenty more that's cute and sweet. Love their Shifter!Jaskier and bearwitcher!Jaskier

A Beginners Guide to Exploiting the Kaedweni Tax Code For Fun and Profit by Heronfem- more Lambert/Aiden, modern-with-magic college au, it's just ... so good. (In which a demisexual, genderfluid Lambert gets accidentally married to a theatre kid and it fucking rocks.)

Cabinet of Curiosities (E) by aleatory_fox, round_robin was one of the first fics I read in the fandom and it stuck with me a great deal. (in Which Witchers are Objectified(like, pets.), and Jaskier's plots run deep.)

round_robin also wrote an Exhalation of Wolves, (E)scenes from which also pop into my head when I'm not thinking of other things. (In which Jaskier makes soap, and is beloved by the Wolves of Kaer Morhen- and loves them back just as hard)

Mating Call (E) by TAFKAmayle gets a reminder about the explicitness, because it is blatant monsterfucking. Cute somehow though. (in Which Jaskier is an adorable pervert; and Willow stares at pictures on the Witcher-Wiki and goes 'yeah, I can see that')

really enjoying the Cutagen Verse stories by artistsfuneral, if only because they agree with me that there need to be just a couple more surviving wolf Witchers. (G-M, with one E. What it says on the tin)

Beasts In Fields of Flowers by @sheepishwolfy (series M/E) has very good banter in my opinion. (in which there are both Cuteagens and Feral Jaskier so that's the appeal)

The Courting Jewlery ABO (E)series by suzukiblu has definitely done things to my brain in regard to ABO. Good things. (In which Geralt is an Omega who deserves all the nice things Jaskier can give him, and Jaskier is going to do it whether he likes it or not)

Curse of Chamomile by chamomiletea (E) by (In Which Geralt gets a very specific curse, which leads him to Jaskier, an apology, and several new experiences. Raunchy and sweet and cute in turns)

Being Roach by @senashenta a delightful crossover that I adore. And cute, not explicit, for a change. (Witcher- Heralds of Valdemar crossover)

#the witcher #fanfiction #recommended

17 notes · View notes

araglas1989 · 9 months

Text

Rules: Post the names of the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title of what most intrigued them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. If you want, tag as many people as you have wips.

@artistsfuneral said anyone who wants can do this so i want to do it too 😅 maybe I get inspired to Work on them again then

- Nobody deserves to die alone (Witcher, No pairing)

- Love hard (Witcher, lambert/Jaskier mit Aiden)

- Dracula lives or a new beginning [ the first is the working title of the wip the second the title it got on ao3](castlevania, Dracula/Isaac)

- round Robin Birthday (Witcher, Wolfpack+Jaskier)

- after the mountain (Witcher, geraskier, Jaskiel)

- Lambert dresses up for Jaskier (witcher, lambert/Jaskier)

- husband (Witcher, geraskier)

- Aiden doesn't like water (Witcher, lambden)

- Camouflage (Witcher, Lambert centric)

- my Always series though I lost the wip I started (Dragon age 2 Fenris/Anders)

- Sidekick (avengers Tony/Clint, german Story)

#tag game #wips #just ask

2 notes · View notes

jaskierswolf · 3 years

Note

Hello most darling and beloved Wolfie, may I ask you for some Geraskier cheek kisses? Preferably the Witcher is giving the bard cheek kisses?? Thank you and much love - Bouncey

@bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher Darling Bouncey 💖 Pls accept my humble offerings of softness 💖 I hope you know that I love you very much!

Geraskier, 782 words,

CW: Unbearable amounts of soft? __________

Jaskier was sleeping soundly on the bed. For once in the damn bard’s life he actually looked peaceful. Geralt stood in the doorway watching him for what could have been hours but was probably only seconds. The bard’s cheeks were flushed and he had a dopey grin on his face, even in his sleep. It was infectious and Geralt’s felt his own lips pull up into a soft smile. He crossed the room and sat gently on the edge of the bed, trying not to wake Jaskier. He softly trailed calloused fingers along Jaskier’s wrists, feeling the soft steady heartbeat, quicker than a witcher’s and so very alive. Geralt gently brought the bard’s hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to his wrist, and then to each other Jaskier’s finger tips.

Jaskier hummed quietly in his sleep, fingers wrapping around Geralt’s hand. He rolled over and snuggled up to him, mumbling something that sounded like Geralt’s name. It never ceased to amaze him. Jaskier loved him so openly and without expectation. He had loved Geralt back when they both thought they could only ever be friends, both afraid to make the first move lest it ruin their friendship. They’d been cowards. It hadn’t ruined anything. Their friendship was just the beginning of their relationship, a solid base on which to plant the seeds of romance.

Geralt scoffed. He was starting to sound all poetic. He’d spent too many years by Jaskier’s side. He cradled Jaskier’s hand in his lap, brushing the bard’s fringe from off his face, caressing the soft skin of his cheeks where stubble just beginning to grow.

“I’ll never understand why you love me,” he said softly, watching the bard’s face with an adoration that he hadn’t realised witchers could feel. There were wrinkles beginning to show around his eyes, and there was a dusting of silver hairs in amongst the dark brown. He chuckled, Jaskier hadn’t stopped moaning about that since the day he’d first spotted them. Geralt’s free hand moved from the bard’s cheek to his hair. It may be starting to grey but it was still soft under his fingers.

“I love you, because you are my world, darling,” Jaskier mumbled, still not opening his eyes. Geralt froze. He’d been caught. “Because you are kind, loyal, frustratingly noble, and an exceedingly good shag.”

Geralt snorted and Jaskier’s bright cornflower blue eyes finally cracked open. He gazed up at Geralt with a mirthful expression. “You’re biased,” Geralt scoffed.

“Are you accusing me of lying, Geralt of Rivia?”

“Stretching the truth like you always do, bard.”

“Rude!”

Geralt laughed and leant down to kiss Jaskier’s cheek. “Go back to sleep.”

“Not sleepy,” Jaskier pouted but his eyes were drooping already. He’d tired himself out the night before performing until the early hours, practically falling asleep standing up before Geralt could help him out of his clothes and into the bed.

“Hmm, sure you aren’t,” he laughed.

Jaskier’s pout extended to his entire body, fringe falling in front of his eyes and his lip quivering slightly. He stubbornly sat up, kneeling so he was opposite Geralt on the bed, but he swayed slightly and he ended up pressing his face against Geralt’s collar bone. Geralt petted Jaskier’s hair, a soft purr rumbling in his chest but he was long passed the embarrassment of that particular quirk of his mutations. Jaskier whined helplessly, the sound muffled by Geralt’s chest. Geralt just sighed and pulled away so he could cup Jaskier face in his hands. He pressed a kiss to Jaskier’s forehead, his nose, each of his cheeks.

“Geralt…” came Jaskier’s pitiful reply as Geralt’s kissed every part of his face except his lips. “You’re being an arse!”

“Hmm,” Geralt agreed with a smirk before placing a chaste kiss on his lover’s lips. “Better?”

“Not quite.”

Geralt kissed him again, softly swiping his tongue along Jaskier’s bottom lip as the kiss deepened and Jaskier sighed into his mouth. Geralt’s fingers trailed down Jaskier’s spine, a feather light touch but Jaskier still shivered slightly, a soft moan escaping his lips. Geralt pulled back, the bard was still dead on his feet and was falling asleep in his arms. He snuggled up to Geralt’s chest and Geralt shifted on the bed, positioning them so Jaskier could curl up against him. They’d barely lied down before Jaskier had started snoring softly, fingers gripping onto Geralt’s shirt as he pressed up closer against him.

“Sleep, love,” Geralt whispered, placing one last kiss on top of Jaskier’s head. The contract he had received during breakfast could wait a while longer. He was far too content to just hold his bard in his arms for now. ____

Tag list: @slythnerd @marvagon @elliestormfound @dani-dandelino @panerato @moonysourenza @artistsfuneral @hailhailsatan @wherethewordsare @havenoffandoms @bitchy-witchy-post-mortem @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde @geralt-of-riviass @frances-the-red @kittynannygaming @stinastar @scribblesonmapleleaves @thecomfortofoldstorries @fontegagrilledcheese @anythinggoesfandoms @veritasrose @trickstermoose67 @nonegenderleftpain @kueble @justjess94 @kozkaboi @llamasdumpsterfire @actionnerdgamerlove @honeysuckletook @dapandapod @damatris @mayastormborn @jaskierslastbraincell @dazedandinked @jaskierstark

#the witcher #witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier pankratz #geraskier fluff #all the kisses #wolfie's witcher writing #Anonymous

433 notes · View notes

mordoriscalling · 3 years

Text

Secret

A fic based on @artistsfuneral fic about Geralt confessing his love to Jaskier in Polish, assuming that Jaskier doesn’t understand the language. Please go read it here and give them love!

This fic is also available on AO3.

***

At the beginning, it was just a way of venting about his frustrations concerning the bard.

“Musi mieć nierówno pod sufitem.” He must be soft in the head, Geralt says to Roach quietly as he brushes her mane. He glances over his shoulder, looking at Jaskier sitting by the fire and strumming his newly-acquired elven lute. “Nikt o zdrowych zmysłach nie chciałby pisać o mnie pieśni.” Nobody in their right mind would want to write songs about me, the witcher scoffs in an old language which he’s sure the young bard won’t understand. Roach understands of course, in her own way, and snorts in agreement.

Geralt has lived for many years and has learnt many useful skills during that time. Speaking ancient languages is one of them. Witchers have to learn that particular tongue anyway, since the most reliable bestiaries are written in it. Jaskier, being no witcher, won’t know what Geralt’s talking about, so he can complain all about the bard, even to his face to piss him off.

“Marzę tylko o tym, żebyś zamknął się chociaż na chwilę.” The only thing I dream of is you shutting up for just a minute, he tells the bard after Jaskier asks him whether he has any dreams. It ends up in Jaskier sulking and not talking to him for the rest of the day, so Geralt counts it as a win.

“Daj mi spokój!” Leave me be! He growls at Jaskier as he returns injured to their camp after a hunt. The bard wanted to touch him and look at his wound.

“Zejdź mi z oczu, Jaskier.” Get out of my sight, Jaskier, he grits out, annoyed, after he had to safe the bard from a vengeful spouse yet again.

Jaskier never does. Geralt tells him to go away in all the languages he knows but Jaskier persists. He stays by Geralt’s side through thick and thin, for many years, and Geralt doesn’t understand.

“Czego ty ode mnie chcesz?” What do you want from me? he asks as he and the bard drink ale together in some inn. Jaskier holds his gaze for a long moment but doesn’t answer. Two days later, Jaskier helps him bathe after a hunt and hums happily all throughout, as if it actually brings him pleasure to wash monster guts from Geralt’s hair with his delicate fingers. Geralt blurts out, “Nie rozumiem cię.” I don’t understand you.

Jaskier’s hands stop their movement. “You know what,” he says cheerfully, “I don’t understand what you’re saying but one day, I will.”

Geralt huffs a laugh. “Zobaczymy.” We’ll see about that.

Few more years pass and Jaskier gives no indication that he’s somehow learnt the “secret” language. Geralt still uses it to rant about the bard (mostly to Roach) but gradually, his irritated words like “Wkurzasz mnie” You annoy me give way to quiet confessions such as “Tęskniłem za tobą.” I missed you.

When Jaskier finds the witcher fishing for a djin, he offers to sing Geralt to sleep. He makes Geralt put his head in his lap and starts crooning a lullaby in Elder, running his hands through the witcher’s hair. Sleeplessness starts overtaking Geralt at last but he fights it, just to look up at Jaskier’s face a little longer - his expression is so open, warm and unafraid. Geralt reaches out to touch Jaskier’s cheek and whispers, “Czym ja sobie na ciebie zasłużyłem?” What have I done to deserve you?

Jaskier only chuckles and sings on. The following day, they go to Rinde and make friends with the infamous sorceress who resides there. Yennefer gifts Geralt with a potion that helps the witcher with his insomnia. On some occasions, he allows himself to ask Jaskier to sing to him anyway.

Geralt and Jaskier continue travelling together and the witcher watches his bard companion grow – his clothes get more distinguished, his verses become more sophisticated and artful. Jaskier holds himself with confidence, a magnetic charisma that draws everyone in, yet he still chooses Geralt’s company and all the discomforts and hardships of the Path. It weighs down on Geralt, how much better Jaskier could be doing away from him, how selfish he is to want this extraordinary man to remain with him.

“Jesteś taki piękny.” You’re so beautiful, Geralt murmurs, gazing at Jaskier cast in the orange glow of the bonfire. His blue eyes reflect the firelight with a myriad of colours and Geralt can’t look away.

Jaskier smiles but says nothing.

When they’re about to separate for winter that year, Geralt can’t hold it in anymore. The bard babbles excitedly, sharing his plans for the upcoming months and teasing Geralt about how the witcher surely won’t miss his constant chatter. Geralt suddenly breaks under the weight of the only secret he’s kept from his friend.

“Gdybyś tylko wiedział, jak bardzo cię kocham.” If only you knew how much I love you, he says under his breath, swallowing hard. His chest aches and his throat burns, and it’s only thanks to his very last shred of self-control that he doesn’t say it again in a language which Jaskier speaks.

Then, there comes Jaskier’s question, “Co ty powiedziałeś?” What did you just say?

Geralt whips around and stares at Jaskier with wide eyes. The bard appears equally shocked. There’s comprehension on his face and Geralt’s blood runs cold. He keeps looking at Jaskier soundlessly, helplessly, fighting for breath as every inhale fills his lungs with fire that makes his eyes prickle.

“Jaskier, I –” he grinds out finally. “I’m... sorry, I –”

“Geralt,” Jaskier cuts in gently, “Don’t.”

He walks up to Geralt, standing so close that their bodies almost touch. Taking the witcher’s face into his hands, he goes on, and Geralt can’t look away from the warm blue of his eyes. “I told you that I’d learn,” he says with a smile so soft, so full of affection that shouldn’t be there, “and I did.”

“Wiedźminie.” Witcher, Jaskier murmurs, “mój wiedźminie.” My witcher.

It shouldn’t mean as much as it does - being called this name in this tongue - yet when Jaskier says it so tenderly, his voice turning the vowels and consonants into some magical sounds, it strikes Geralt to his very core. He chokes and lays his palms on Jaskier nape, clinging desperately as he puts their foreheads together.

Jaskier laughs breathlessly and nudges his nose against Geralt’s. “Ja ciebie też kocham.” I love you too, he whispers huskily, “Całym sercem.” With my whole heart.

It means so much.

Part 2

#myfic #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #the witcher fanfiction #love confessions

446 notes · View notes

wherethewordsare · 3 years

Text

Before and After the Battle

Hi all, I really want to give a special thanks to @frostedbasilisk for not only inspiring me to write this but giving me permission to write a companion piece to this piece of artwork they did. I can only hope I did it justice! Also thanks @lesdemonium for letting me soundboard. I am sorry for yelling randomly at you <3 <3 <3

cw: blood and cursing and so so much bickering. Story under the cut because I can’t have a normal brain that keeps shit under 1k. This ended up being 1.5... @theamazingbard <_<

“You’re going to be late for your contract,” Jaskier hummed, pressing his lips to Geralt’s jaw. He finished fastening his cuirass and tucked a loose hair behind his ear. It had become a kind of dance they did these days. Jaskier would make a comment as though monster hunting were just another day in another profession and Geralt would kiss him and huff.

“Monsters don’t exactly run on set schedules,” But he would lean up from where he was sitting on the bed, pulling Jaskier closer to him with that secret smile that he saved just for these kinds of days.

Neither of them were quick to admit how much they had come to need those moments; moments where Jaskier could feel like even something as small as adjusting Geralt’s armor straps or tying back his hair in a way that would keep his eyes clear would keep him safe; moments where Geralt could remind himself that there was a home with a beating heart waiting for him when the job was finished. But the unspoken agreement was that it remained just that, unspoken, though Jaskier could admit to the increasing frequency where there were more words on his lips than he thought his witcher would want to hear. He knew better than to let them linger there, should they slip out so instead he rested his hands on Geralt’s shoulders and kissed him soundly, hoping that maybe he would still understand.

“Come back, you big oaf, or I’ll be very cross with you,” He murmured with a soft chuckle.

“Don’t I always?”

“In one piece,” Jaskier pulled back, frowning though the mischief in his eyes spoiled the effect.

“Hmm,” Geralt leaned down, nipping at Jaskier’s collarbone. “You drive a hard bargain, but fair. Alright, one piece.”

The easy way they teased always felt like a balm against the anxiety that came along with the bigger contracts. A griffin in the narrow mountain pass by the village that had put up the contract felt like one of those. All Jaskier could do was sit and wait and play to fill their coin purse and wait. The first five days weren’t so bad. The next three had him pacing their room, his fingers itching for a pen, his lute, the hilt of his dagger, anything that would take the nervous energy that was starting to build up in his chest.

He couldn’t take it any longer. Jaskier slung his lute over his back and sheeted his dagger into his boot. He grabbed the pack with the extra witcher potions and bandages as well and made his way out of town. Geralt could be angry at him if he was alive, but otherwise he could keep his grumbling to himself.

He found the dead beast first, it’s throat slit nearly through, feathers and blood everywhere. There was so much blood, Jaskier’s stomach turned as he took in the places it pooled. It hadn’t been recently.

He spun on his heels, searching around for any sign at all of Geralt. His eyes landed on a smear of blood against the stones, sliding away from the carcass. He moved along the rock face, moving steadily. His foot hit against something metal and he looked down to find Geralt’s medallion. The chain was broken, and there was blood caked into the embossed wolf’s head.

“Geralt?” Jaskier’s panic finally flooded out of his throat and he hurried along the path until he came across a small outcropping. He froze in his tracks, trying to gulp down breath. A tattered boot stuck out of the small crevice. “Geralt!”

He stumbled as he rushed forward, finding his witcher in near tatters, tucked into a sliver of an opening in the side of the rock. “One piece, remember, Geralt? I told you! I said come back in one piece and you agreed!” Jaskier babbled as he slung off the pack, panting slightly. There was blood everywhere and though it looked as though most of the wounds in Geralt’s chest were healing with the help of his mutations, everything still looked bad.

“Jas?” Geralt tried to sit up, his hands fumbling out for Jaskier’s. “Jas, wh-” he swallowed thickly. Jaskier set aside the bandages and potions and took out the waterskin, pressing it to Geralt’s lips.

“Not now, dear heart, I am trying to be very cross with you like I promised because one of us has to keep up our end of the bargain.”

Geralt swallowed the water that was given to him and choked for a moment. He sat up a bit more and Jaskier rushed forward on his knees as he nearly fell forward. Over his shoulder, Jaskier could see more tattered armor and skin, angry welts and skin still stitching itself together across Geralt’s shoulder blades and the back of his bicep.

“Jaskier, it hurts.” Geralt murmured, pressing his face into Jaskier’s neck, his uninjured arm wrapping awkwardly around his waist.

“I know. I know it does, darling. It’ll be alright” for a moment he simply carded his fingers through Geralt’s hair and held on. “Lay back for me and we’ll get you sorted. Where are the potions you had?” Jaskier started going through the pack he brought, pulling out the potions he knew would speed along Geralt’s recovery. He should have brought Roach. They’d have to make camp not a dozen yards from that rotting beast and it was bound to attract trouble.

“Used or smashed, damn thing grabbed me then dropped me.” Geralt gulped down the Swallow Jaskier pressed to his lips, his nose scrunching at the taste. “Gods can’t they make it not taste like shit?”

“No, now drink.” Jaskier hummed brightly.

“Ass,” Geralt growled but there was no heat to it.

Jaskier was about to lob his own insult back at him but then their eyes met and what ever he was going to say died on his tongue. Geralt’s eyes were clearer and he was grinning up at Jaskier with a challenge but his eyes… oh. His eyes were so fond and something like an explosion went off in Jaskier’s chest.

Oh.

“Jaskier,” Geralt caught his wrist as he was packing back up the supplies, pulling it to his chest.

“No,” Jaskier said flatly but he let Geralt keep hold of his wrist.

“I… what?” Geralt frowned from where he lay, still dazed and too pale, even for Geralt’s standards.

“No. No you absolute bastard! I will kill you myself. You hold that thought till your skin isn’t just one big tattered mess and you’re not buzzed out on witcher potions. Then we’ll talk,” Jaskier huffed. He rolled Geralt gently to his side, definitely not to avoid looking at him and reached for the needle and thread. “This one is going to need stitches. There’s nothing for it. It’s deep, even for your potions.”

“Really leaning into that being mad at me, huh, lark?” Geralt had the nerve to chuckle but winced as it jolted his ribs.

“Cheeky shit, watch that I don’t sew your mouth up next,” he hummed casually. He set to work his task, feeling somewhat more sure of himself without Geralt making those eyes at him.

“Hmm…”

By some unseen blessing of the gods, Jaskier managed to get Geralt back to the village before sundown and into bed. They slept curled around one another well into the next morning, Jaskier pressed against Geralt’s back, his arm around his waist as he slept. He pressed his forehead against the space between Geralt’s shoulder blades, kissing his scars gently, their legs tangled.

“I’m sorry I was cross with you,” Jaskier whispered as midmorning light fell across them.

Geralt rolled, untangling them gently before tangling them again this time, Jaskier’s face tucked into his neck. “I’m sorry I didn’t try to stay in one piece, thought to be fair, the griffin just wouldn’t listen when I tried to explain it to him.”

“Showed him, didn’t you?” he sighed, burrowing in closer, taking in the warmth from Geralt’s body pressed in a firm line against his.

“But, I am no longer a tattered mess or buzzing on witcher potions,” Geralt said softly into Jaskier’s hair.

“Geralt…” Jaskier whined. Strong fingers wound into his hair, guiding his head back until lips were pressing against his, firm but gentle. There was no demand in the kiss, just grounding surety of what came next.

“Oh no, a deal is a deal,” Geralt grinned, his fingers running down Jaskier’s spine. He had to have been able to feel Jaskier’s heart jackrabbitting between them. “I love you and I should have said it sooner. I love you and it shouldn’t have taken a fucking griffin nearly killing me to find the ner-”

Jaskier cut him off with a rough kiss, a gurgling kind of laugh bubbling in his chest as he pressed Geralt back down into the mattress. “Of course I love you too, you absolute fool.”

Of course, both thought they were getting the better end of that particular deal.

---

Tag list as stands <3: @jaskierswolf @geraskier-trashh @electricrituals @elliestormfound @artistsfuneral @thetinymm @fontegagrilledcheese @anythinggoesfandoms

#geraskier #sorta established relationship #monster hunting #cw: blood #cw: medical treatment #love confessions #bickering #hurt/comfort #the witcher #witcher #long fic #fic based off art #frostedbasilisk #jay writes

220 notes · View notes

artistsfuneral · 3 months

Text

It goes like this:

Early in life Jaskier has learned to always keep a couple of party tricks up his sleeve and to only reveal them when absolutely necessary.

Geralt leaves him behind on top of a mountain, surrounded by dwarves. Jaskier, if he wants to, can be an extremely petty person. He wants to.

He waits for the right opportunity.

Eventually he comes across another witcher. Older than any he has met before, with shoulder-long graying hair and a presence around him that speaks of authority and leadership.

Jaskier instinctively knows it must be Vesemir. So when the witcher leaves his horse outside a tavern Jaskier does the only thing that's reasonable in a situation like this.

When the witcher returns a fuzzy, brown tabby cat lies ontop his horses saddle. Like all cats do, it hisses at his approach but unlike most cats it doesn't run when he continues towards it. It swats at him instead, tiny claws leaving scratches in his leather gloves.

Very few people know this, but he's always had a soft spot for cats. Kind of ironic given his school's crest and the fact that all cats hate witchers, but there's just something about the little furballs that warms his heart.

So he leads his horse out of town by the reigns, thinking the cat will surely jump off once they're too far from its home.

It doesn't. The cat is apparently very comfortable ontop of his saddle. It's been days. The tabby cat still hisses at him when he's too close. But somehow it always manages to tag along. Riding on his horse's saddle, it's bags, one time it even falls asleep between his horse's ears.

Jaskier thinks himself very clever. Sneaking a ride with Vesemir until the witcher eventually meets up with Geralt so Jaskier can reveal himself and yell at him for being such a big dick.

Jaskier realizes he's fucked up.

Jaskier realizes he's fucked up when they reach a caravan of witchers and his travel companion is greeted with a happy "Guxart!"

#the witcher #artistsfuneral about the witcher #witcher #jaskier #geraskier #vesemir #wolf witcher #cat witcher

390 notes · View notes