#Geralt as protective bestie

[tielmamon]

"The White wolf himself! It's an honor to finally meet the man Jaskier never shuts up about." Radovid gracefully presents his hand for the witcher to kiss. Geralt does not. Instead, he stares at the prince with an eerily blank expression and takes a step forward. Then another. Then another. Until Radovid feels the rough, painfully jagged texture of the cave wall against his back. He looks at the witcher, now looming before him in the shadows. Bright yellow eyes- those of a predator pierces through the darkness like a knife and stab through his chest like a cold chill.

"I'm sure you are well aware of my...fondness for Jaskier. We've travelled together for almost 25 years now. He is, in his own ridiculous words my very best friend in the whole wide world."

Radovid chuckles, which seems to be the wrong response because Geralt's eye twitches and the hand near Radovid's side curls into a fist so tight he hears the leather of the man's glove whine.

"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Now, with that I must lay down a few things for you to remember, your highness. Lest you overstep and find yourself upsetting my bard." Radovid swallows, blood running ice cold.

"If I ever catch wind of you mistreating, manipulating, or abusing Jaskier in anyway, a few things will happen to you."

"First, I will find you, wherever you are on this continent and I will kill you. It will be a very sudden, painful and very violently death. A coach suddenly pushed off a cliff, an unexpected kikimora loose in the castle, poison in your morning tea that feels like acid down your throat. I don't know, haven't really decided yet."

"Then after that, I will watch as your spirit becomes vengeful and restless, transforming into a wraith- a monster born out of gruesome, untimely deaths. Then I kill you again, for the second time. This time not by my blade, but by my fire. I will burn you, and watch as your spirit, your very soul wails in agony, turning to ash at the sight of your charred, desecrated bones." Geralt leans in close, stopping just shy of the pale prince's hear and whispers.

"And that's not even mentioning what unspeakable horrors my daughter and her mother are sure to do to you beforehand." Radovid shakes under the cold intensity of Geralt's gaze. They both hear the bard in question singing just an earshot away from where they stood. Radovid flinches so hard that his back is scratched by a particularly sharp rock. Geralt, on the other hand mearly turns to the sound, smiling softly for a moment before facing the prince once again.

"Have I made myself clear, your highness?" His smile never leaving his face, Geralt bares his teeth to show the sharp canines that look more lion than wolf.

"C-Crystal." Radovid stutters.

"Geralt? Have you seen- Oh! There you are, dear."

"Hmmm" In a blink of an eye, the witcher is a considerable distance away from the terrified prince. Already walking toward the bard, Geralt claps a hand on his shoulder as he passes him to reach Roach. Radovid watches Jaskier lean against the friendly touch, beaming.

"How are my two favorite men in the world? Getting along well, I hope?"

"Oh, we get along just fine. Don't we, your highness?" He looks at him now with casual disinterest, but there was a glint in the man's eye. It sends a shiver up the prince's spine and he all too suddenly remembers the moniker the man used to have before Jaskier came along.

"Absolutely. "

#geraskier #kinda #radskier #the witcher #jaskier #geralt #radovid #Geralt as protective bestie #who may or may not also have feelings #fanfic

[space-glasgow]

it's nice to know that some things stay the same

#THIS version of geralt would never allow himself to insult jaskier #they're besties who will protect each other until their last breath #and in general the sincerity of this show makes me smile #the witcher #jaskier

[stromuprisahat]

The writers don't seem to be able to create conflict without turning to betrayal.

Last season it was Yennefer selling Ciri to some OC demon, so Geralt has a reason to be angry with her. (Not Ciri- they're immediately besties.)

Now Jaskier betrays Geralt for some OC dick in order to "protect" Ciri.

Not only there's no logic to it, it unnecessarily lacks faithfulness of character, while adding absolutely nothing to the story. No depth whatsoever.

#The Witcher (TV series) #03×02: Unbound #Yennefer of Vengerberg #Jaskier #Geralt of Rivia #Ciri of Cintra #Voleth Meir #Radovid OC #V #TWN critical

[belgianfry]

10 characters | 10 fandoms | 10 tags

pick 10 characters from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 people!

was tagged by my beloved bestie @sidprescot ily <3

these are not in any particular order cause it's already hard enough to choose 10, i love everyone so much 😭

aragorn (lotr) my king, love himst forever and ever. rewired my brain, fucked me up fr, but in the best way. my first real obsession.

allison argent (teen wolf) i know it's teen wolf but allison??? she was everything to me. seriously hardcore crush on her. she is so !!!!! ah. love her to bits. babygirl who could kill me.

aloy (horizon video games) literally i love her and these games so so much. she's so good and kind and helpful.

jonas kahnwald (dark) but honestly this could've been martha too. the love i have for these two!!!!!!! they drive me wild. btw watch dark on netflix if you haven't yet.

geralt, yennefer & ciri (the witcher) i know i'm cheating but THEY'RE A FAMILY AND A PACKAGE DEAL i won't be responsible for breaking them up ok. my darling beloveds that i love dearly and matter to me a whole lot.

wynonna earp from the titular tv show. she!!!!!!! also huge crush but ugh she's so badass and cool. special mention to dolls also, my beloved.

nairobi (la casa de papel) MY QUEEN. no contest absolute fave on that show, she is everything. la puta ama <3

eleven (stranger things) it's so hard to choose one fave from this show but i think i'll have to go with the og badass. saving everyone over and over. must protect at all costs!!

hernando (sense8) his love story with lito was so important to me. they are so <33333 also he's super hot lbr.

nick nelson (heartstopper) my sunshine boy. i love him so much, so glad queer kids these days get to have him. truly the bestest.

@gwynbleidd @witch-and-her-witcher @valacirca @sarah-lance @ivashkovadrian @poetikat @heytheredeann @tailoredshirt

no pressure :D

#tag game

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Deserving Makes No Difference

I felt feelings and got really fucking annoyed with how people still hold vesemir up on a pedistal even tho hes big abusive but dont give the female characters the same respect. so i wrote something about it

big big thank you to @jaskierswolf for betaing, your comments bring me great joy

CW: past child abuse, realizing past child abuse, geralt sees too much of himself in ciri and has some realizations, some good trauma talks with the bestie past midnight, geralt is a cycle breaker and thats extremely sexy of him, jaskier is the friend we all need when we fall back on our trauma bonding.

also on ao3

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Training Ciri shouldn’t have been so hard. She was a fantastic student, pushed herself so hard that no one else needed to, and even enjoyed the work. No, she wasn’t what made training so hard on Geralt; it was the memories of his own training. 

He never thought about it after it was over, save muscle memory and the occasional story between the other wolves. But now that he had Ciri… the memories of belts and evenings without supper and wooden canes suddenly seemed horrific rather than a bonding memory with his cohort. He’d gone all these years thinking that was just the way it was, that he deserved it, that there was only one way to train an unruly and explosive little brat like himself. And every time he watched Ciri fumble and explode in nearly the same spot he had decades before, he flinched. No harm ever came to her, he made damn sure of it, but he was still prepared for a blow. 

After a few weeks of this realization, he told Ciri she would need to focus on controlling her chaos for the time being. 

“You said it yourself,I need to be able to protect myself. That making me better and faster and stronger is how you’ll protect me. How am I supposed to improve if I don’t train?”

The guilt trip almost worked, but Geralt needed a break, needed to think, “You can drill at the end of the day if Yennefer hasn’t completely drained you. But only if Cohen agrees to supervise.” 

Ciri scrutinized him before falling in step next to him toward their dinner, “Why not Lambert?” 

“He’s more childish than you,” Geralt snorted. 

“And Vesemir?”

Panic flooded Geralt as he did his best to keep his posture neutral, but every fiber of his being screamed not to let him near Ciri, “No.”

“Why not? He trained you. And Jaskier said he saw you cut through forty soldiers without breaking a sweat.”

Geralt took a deep breath and forced a smile, “Jaskier’s full of shit. Cohen only.”

Ciri rolled her eyes but muttered a begrudging, “Fine,” before splitting off to dig into dinner. 

When he mentioned the schedule shift to Yennefer, something sad and lonely crossed her features before she masked it with a surprisingly kind smile. He hadn’t expected her to take issue, but he was almost angry that she seemed… understanding? Empathetic?

“Must be harder for you,” Yennefer’s voice would sound condescending to someone who didn’t know her, but Geralt heard the melancholy edge, “I have no memories in this place and still it aches.”

All he could give her in response was a grimace and terse nod. 

It was slightly comforting knowing Yennefer was at least in a similar position, but she seemed just fine. The other wolves seemed just fine. Hell, he was the only one of them to take issue with anything they’d been through. From the trials to the disgusting way Vesemir mourned his lost ability to inflict the same soul-crushing pain on more innocent boys, Geralt seemed to be the only one concerned with the way anyone was handling, or better yet not handling anything. 

That night he sat on his bed, polishing his swords as he tried to wrap his mind around how he’d got there. 

Sometime after midnight, his door was shoved open by Jaskier holding a bottle of something far too strong for a human and managing to yell at him while still whispering, “Right. Put the perfectly sharp blade down before I use it on you. I swear to fuck if you scrape that whet stone more time, I’ll lose the one fucking marble I have left. And I need that one! It makes me money!” 

Stunned out of his meditation-like repetitive stupor, Geralt carefully set his things aside as Jaskier made himself at home on Geralt’s bed, “Didn’t know anyone could hear.” 

“Yes, well, these doors are shit, and I’m right across the hall,” Jaskier waved his hands as if Geralt should have caught on by now before uncorking the bottle and holding it toward Geralt, “What’s running round in that big boarish head of yours?” 

Geralt gave him a sad excuse for a smirk and took the bottle, staring at it as he whispered like he was giving some heinous confession, “I’m… I can’t imagine intentionally harming Ciri.”

Jaskier raised an eyebrow with an air of cautious optimism, “That’s good.”

He didn’t understand. Not that Geralt should expect him to, but they hadn’t spent as much time together recently. It used to be easier to talk like this with Jaskier, the bard was able to put together the broken fragments of a sentence Grealt couldn’t bear to say aloud much faster when they’d been attached at the hip. 

Frowning as he took a pull from the bottle, Geralt slowly dug the words out from where he’d buried them long ago, “But no one thought twice about beating or starving us… for the same mistakes she makes. She’s just scared…” Geralt took a deep breath and slowly forced it out, sneaking the words in on his exhale as if his pride and fear wouldn’t notice that way, “We were just scared…” 

For a long time, neither of them said a word; they both just stared at the bottle in Geralt’s hand. The air was thick and breathing too deeply felt dangerous somehow, like a sigh could break watever fragile balance they’d set up. Geralt’s mind raced, as it had been all night, reminding him of horror story after horror story that had been so normalized he and his fellow wolves had laughed as they exchanged them over meals. They almost made him sick as he imagined any of those words coming out of Ciri’s mouth. 

Finally, Jaskier spoke up, his voice soft and careful, “Is that why she’s training with Yen more?”

Geralt found himself nodding before he realized, an odd tightness behind his eyes and in the back of his throat, “It made sense before. We were nightmares, but Ciri can be worse, and I couldn’t dream…”

“You didn’t deserve it either,” Jaskier reminded him, taking the bottle from his hand and taking a conservative swig before cris-crossing his legs.

“Deserving and not deserving makes no difference. Shit still happens.” Geralt grumbled, reciting a line he’d rehearsed plenty of times before, only now it felt hollow. He didn’t believe it anymore, and he didn’t know what to do about it. 

The soft, almost proud smile Jaskier wore when Geralt risked a glance toward him was confusing, but the bard’s words were far worse, “We finally tricked you into giving a fuck about yourself,” When Geralt frowned harder at him, Jaskier continued, “Hell, Geralt, you called yourself a tool- no! Weapon when I first met you. It has taken decades to humanize you to yourself. Decades and a daughter apparently…” he trailed off with a shrug and another sip from the bottle. 

“I thought I was a selfish twit,” Geralt huffed, reaching for the bottle before bringing one foot onto the bed to rest his elbow on his knee. He didn’t think Jaskier was wrong, but he didn’t want to accept it either. Too much about how he moved through the world would change. 

“You are,” Jaskier smiled, giving a fervent nod, “You’ve great range.”

Rolling his eyes, Geralt couldn’t stop the tired smile spreading on his face, “Don’t sign me up to give a monologue.”

“Now that I have the idea…” Jaskier gave him a mischievous wiggle of his eyebrows and dodged a light backhand to his shoulder.

The liquor was starting to do its job, Geralt's limbs feeling heavier and his mind foggier. He took another long bubbling pull from the bottle before setting it on the floor, Jaskier giving a sigh of relief. It was a satisfying enough explanation for why the training grounds bothered him all of the sudden, but as he stared at a hole in the hem of Jaskier’s trousers, something kept eating at him. 

“I can't trust the people I called family,” the whispered words were out before he realized he’d spoken. Something in him calcified and died as he said it. He’d been thinking it for weeks, especially since Vesemir’s latest stunt, but it felt final, speaking the fact into existence. 

Geralt could just barely see Jaskier nodding his head as he spoke, “Me neither. Rotten, isn’t it?” 

“Fucking brutal.”

“Yup,” Jaskier popped the ‘p’ and rested his chin in his hand, staring at the same hole Geralt had been staring at, “What are you going to do about it?”

The question pulled Geralt up short, “The fuck can I do?”

It had been a long time since Jaskier looked at him like he was a fucking idiot, but it still had the same effect, “Tell them? Ruin their week? Lay down rules?” As he made his list, Jaskier shuffled till he was laying diagonally across the bed with his head on the pillows and somehow he still had the effect of making Geralt feel like a dimwit, “For fuck’s sake, Geralt, that's your daughter. You focus so hard on protecting her from armies and monsters, don’t forget about your own family just because no one else has given a fuck all these years.” 

“They wouldn’t starve-”

“You just said you can’t trust them. Why defend them?” Jaskier was staring him down with a challenge in his eyes and Geralt couldn’t argue with the logic. 

 Sliding his hand down his shin and resting his chin on his knee like he did when he was a boy, Geralt closed his eyes and whispered, “We were raised to need him. It’s a shitty habit.”

“I know,” Jaskier let out a long sorrowful sigh that reminded Geralt he really did know, “Maybe talk to Lambert first?”

Geralt shook his head and felt a little dizzy for it, letting himself plop over onto his side so he was curled into the little triangle of space Jaskier had left him, “He’s too angry. Probably accuse me of mutiny… Eskel would have understood.”

Jaskier’s hand flopped to his side and clumsily found its way to comb through Geralt’s hair, “Yeah?”

“You would have liked him,” Geralt mused, again feeling that enraging sting behind his eyes, “He’d have already torn into Vesemir. Was always ready for a fight…” 

Voice softer, almost like he was singing a lullaby, Jaskier hummed, “I probably would have.”

For a moment Geralt thought he’d be okay, he thought he could tell Jaskier just how betrayed he felt by the people he thought he could trust the most. How Vesemir was supposed to protect him and how he’d broken the promises he made when Geralt was too little to understand he couldn’t keep them. But all that came out were soft stuttering breaths and tears rolling down his face. 

Continuing to run his fingers through Geralt’s hair, Jaskier whispered, “Let’s sleep. You’ve done enough thinking for one night.”

Geralt sniffed and raised his head with an embarrassed grimace and nodded. Instead of a pillow, Geralt laid his head on Jaskier’s stomach, letting the bard’s slow and rhythmic breathing in tandem with the steady thrum of liquor in his veins lull him to sleep even if he dreaded the morning. 

#the witcher #geralt #vesemir #lambert #eskel #jaskier #yennefer #ciri #cirilla #the witcher fic #dilf geralt #good dad geralt #jask is the best bestie and i will take NO questions #(except i will bc i could go off on this)

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

What's your favorite Joel & Ellie-coded song?

This one gives me all the post-Silver Lake feels, especially from Joel's pov.

I know you can't remember how to shine Your heart's a bird without the wings to fly Is anybody out there? Can you take this weight of mine? Is anybody out there? Can you lead me to the light? You are not alone I've been here the whole time singing you a song I will carry you

And this one is just... If our screaming "he loves her so goddamn much" was a song, basically. No matter what happens, Joel will always love his baby girl and protect her with everything he has.

Your baby blues So full of wonder Your curly cues Your contagious smile And as I watch You start to grow up All I can do is hold you tight Knowing clouds will raise up Storms will race in But you will be safe in my arms Rains will pour down Waves will crash all around But you will be safe in my arms Story books full of fairy tales Kings and queens and the bluest skies My heart is torn just in knowing You'll someday see the truth from lies

Another thing about these songs that I love is how universal they are to all my favorite father-daughter dynamics. I could (and have) give them to Dick & Rachel, Geralt and Ciri, Ezra & Cee and many others and the meaning and the depth of emotion would stay the same.

Thanks, bestie!!!

#mundi asks #ask game #the last of us #the last of us hbo #joel and ellie #ellie and joel #joel miller #ellie williams

[hanzajesthanza]

#witcherweekly: aug 31st (pt. 2/3)

the battle of the bridge

august 31st, day — baptism of fire ch. 7 — after beginning to travel at dawn, and stopping to water the horses, the company seeks a ferry to take them across the yaruga. they find and board one (collectively bullying the ferryman into taking them) but quickly become embroiled in a battle between nilfgaardian and rivian forces.

tumblr limits me to ten photos per post, but to summarize the best parts of the ferry ride, some of our heroes’ aristeiai, which, you may notice, are all motivated by the same thing: protecting one another.

regis is shot in the chest with an arrow (he’s okay) and then delivering the line “did you think i could be harmed by any old bit of wood?” … milva, mistaking regis for dead and enraged by this, begins to shoot at the nilfgaardians, and amongst them kills an officer and his compatriots at a great distance, greater than nilfgaardans could shoot accurately, “she began to shoot. quickly. arrow after arrow. not one missed its target.” (also quoting her father but we don’t learn it’s her father’s saying until later :’))

dandelion, against all the others’ advice, waves his arms and yells wildly to try to get the lyrian and rivians’ attention that they’re on their side. two arrows fly directly at him, and geralt deflects them both, which he claims is the first time he’s ever done that

however, the greatest display of excellence and heroics occurs when milva’s life is at stake — the stress and exertion of the ordeal of the ferry ride on the yaruga takes its toll, and milva miscarries her pregnancy of ten weeks.

regis leaps to her medical aid, but the company is stuck in the middle of a raging battle. their only choice… is to go directly through it.

just when the rivian forces are about to retreat, geralt and cahir work together to muster them… all for the sake of saving milva: “i don’t give a shit about this war. this is about milva.”

cahir demonstrates his proficiency as an officer in mustering terrified troops;

quick translation sidenote: unfortunately, this was mistranslated in the english edition, something i realized when listening to the polish audiodrama in which cahir’s voice actor gives a stunning performance, absolutely screaming at the top of his lungs “NA BINDUGĘ! BIJ!! ZABIJ!!!”

like “for (on) binduga! fight!! KILL!!!” … cahir really canonically has a “calling all besties….. KILL!” moment

so you can imagine my disappointment when i revisited to the english audiobook and cahir says “to the timber port… death to the dogs!” … he doesn’t yell “kill!” 🥺…? much less impactful and intimidating…

furthermore, it seems that through all of the UK 2nd edition (because this is present in chapter 3 of tower of the swallow as well), any mention of red binduga and the rivian defeat at it was replaced with “timber port” . i don’t know why.

they succeed in mustering the troops but are then faced with a decision, a point of no return, and a flourishing demonstration of alliance: cahir has to fight against the nilfgaardian army, which he was once a part of. and he does so, without hesitation…

(even if it means being on opposing sides with his friend morteisen, who throws cahir from his horse and almost kills him, before realizing who it is, faltering, and then being killed himself 😭)

but what i really wish to point out is this:

two brothers in arms, two allies and comrades — in an encounter with a common foe, in an uneven battle. and that was their baptism of fire. a baptism of shared fighting, fury, madness and death.

it is worth pointing out that the polish editions of baptism of fire, chrzest ognia, have a preface* to the book: lyrics from the dire straits song “brothers in arms” (1985). technically, this makes baptism of fire (1996) a songfic ;)

* note that all of the witcher books in the saga have prefaces, but in the english editions these prefaces are sometimes omitted, perhaps due to copyright law?

this scene, this ending, is the culmination of the entire book. a shared baptism of fire, a purifying ordeal, among brothers in arms, willing to risk their lives for one another.

to be continued in a following post…

#the witcher books #witcherweekly #f: a hansa's a hansa #c: milva #c: cahir #c: geralt #c: regis #c: dandelion #sorry this is late bc i had a job interview on aug 31st so :D a lot of things happening and then i fell asleep at 5 PM bc i #got no sleep the previous night bc i was talking with my friends HKDHDKDB ok #cw abortion #cw miscarriage #cw pregnancy

[smolalienbee]

bestie you know what song and you know what relationship I'm requesting 😔

omg hiii you are so right, i sure do know

yennskier // inspired by Her Sweet Kiss (The Witcher OST)

(send me a character/pairing and a prompt and i’ll write you a ficlet!)

It starts with a kiss.

Worse yet, it starts with a fake kiss.

(Well, no, the kiss is as real as it can be, it's the reasons behind it that make it a play pretend, a performance, fiction.)

In the same way as she had become his wife for the sake of his safety, Yennefer presses her lips against his to protect him. And suddenly, Jaskier gets it.

The strength of her current, the electric charge of her skin against his. Gods, no wonder Geralt had fallen so hard. She pushes him against an alley wall and he can’t help the way he leans into her, presses further into the kiss. He hopes it will go on longer, that it won’t stop, that her warmth will stay with him like this.

But the danger is gone as soon as it appeared and so she pulls away. They both linger in this strange space, breathing in each other’s air. Purple eyes, gorgeous eyes, blink up at him and Jaskier feels like he’s lost a part of himself to her the second their lips touched.

In that moment, the words of his own song bubble onto his tongue, unwarranted, though the more he thinks about it, the more he wants to laugh - because he was wrong. This realization is sudden, but accurate, he knows, he knows, that he was wrong, that there is no destruction to be found in her touch. Nothing to fear in the wake of her kiss, only warmth and longing and safety.

“Yennefer?” he croaks out because she still hasn’t let go of him and he needs - he needs to bring himself back to reality before he loses himself in her eyes completely.

She licks her lips, her gaze flickers to his mouth - but then with a nod, she steps away.

“We should go. Quickly.”

“Or else you’re going to have to press me up another wall?”

She smacks his arm, laughs, and his heart aches with longing.

(The story is this - it starts with her kiss.)

#smolalienbeewrites #yennskier #twn #witcher #jaskier x yennefer #yennefer x jaskier #the witcher #witcher netflix #julian alfred pankratz #yennefer of vengerberg #jaskier the bard #yennefer #ficlet #fanfiction #witcher fanfiction #this one is just vibes #no plot only vibes #had to listen to her sweet kiss on repeat like 10 thousand times more while writing this obvs #and thought about the lyrics and i was like #okay but what if they kissed and jask suddenly realize that those lyrics were bullshit #now that he's closer to her it's like #she isnt danger to him anymore #he's not jealous of what she and geralt have #instead he's the one who's falling for he and he's weak and wanting because of her #many thoughts

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

Okay so THOUGHTS:

Do not talk to me about Eskel or Triss' hair. Do not. No.

Speaking of Triss I am DELIGHTED that they didn't make her FUCKING INSUFFERABLE like in BoE.

Voleth Mier (Derogatory)

I was so fucking worried I'd have to watch yennefer be a prisoner of Nilfgaard for a majority of the season but she was not and I'm happy

FRINGILLA

FUCKING

FRINGILLA

I'm so glad we got to see more of her and her motivation this season I fucking love her a whole lot now

(Also the first time I watched s1 was after I took a biology class so I always thought "flagellum" when I saw her. Sorry queen </3)

Her and Francesca........ Sapphic activity

DARA MY BOY!!!!!!!

NENNEKE! FUCKING LOVE NENNEKE THEY DID HER SO GOOD

CIRI MY SWEET BABY

I'm so fucking glad we got to see her do more than run around and be scared. We actually got to see her be sassy and fierce and funny and a kid. I love her.

HER AND GERALT!!! THAT IS HER DAD!!!! HE LOVES HER SO MUCH

YENNY BOO

Yenny boo!

Yenny boo <3

Yenny boo :(

Yenny boo :)

...Yenny boo.

Gonna fucking cry I love her so fucking much. I. Her. I love her.

MOMMA YEN! We're not at the best spot with it right now but we got our start and we're gonna get there besties I know it. I can feel it.

They're gonna be such a fambly.....

YENNSKIER STANS WE FUCKING WON THIS SEASON HOW ARE WE DOING

The softness. The trust. The understanding. The vulnerability.

The hands.

The hands.

Holy SHIT we won.

Rience was every bit as sadistic and ruthless and just as much of a Fucked Up Twisted Guy in the books.

And I fucking loved it.

THE TORTURE SCENE??? HOLY FUCKING SHIT JOEY'S ACTING WAS FUCKING IMMACULATE

And yen acting all drunk... cute

"This is my wife." WE ACTUALLY HEARD THAT. WE HEARD JASKIER CALL YENNEFER OF VENGERBERG HIS WIFE. THIS WAS REAL.

He screamed not to hurt her and I just. A moment. I need a moment.

YEN FUCKED UP HIS FACE <3

"Goodbye. Good luck. And good riddance." I thought this would be a bitter geraskier line but it was a soft yennskier line and I just. Ah <3

Roach :(((

...I simply ignore it its fine she's fine-

Tissaia & Yen :( Tissaia cares so fucking much about her and it hurts and she doesn't even know Yennefer is protecting Ciri and OUCH

Everything regarding the Elves was so fucking heartbreaking. They deserve so much better from the Continent.

The moment the babies went silent and it was followed by the women crying was absolutely fucking chilling.

Jaskier doing what he can to help the Elves... I fucking love him.

BURN BUTCHER BURN

My FUCKING GOD

He was BITTER

And I honestly think he still might be????

The Hug though......

THE DWARVES

JASKIER STILL NOT FINISHING HIS INTRODUCTION TO YARPEN

SO GREAT

Yenralt is destined to break my heart I suppose...

But the way he reacted when he knew she was there... :')

Their reunion was lovely at least

Istredd and Geralt were the Duo I didn't know I needed (as were yen and cahir) and it was loads better than a shard of ice. Very good. Like it

Philippa <3

The REVEAL

I did NOT expect it this early but I knew it was coming but I still GASPED

GOD

GOD

On the whole, putting aside a... very big series of misteps regarding one particular witcher, I actually very much liked this season! I thought the experience of watching it was far more enjoyable than when I watched season one, and it was worth the wait! I had a hell of a weekend watching it <3

#mine #hannah watches witcher #the witcher s2 spoilers #the witcher spoilers #the witcher season 2 #the witcher #witcher

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

I noticed you like the witcher and was wondering if you ever considered writing a merthur witcher!au with a Witcher Arthur who is tasked with hunting magical creatures (and being conflicted between which ones truly deserve the sword and which ones were cursed due to other circumstances) and a bamf not to mention snarky openly a sorcerer Merlin? I just think that would be neat lol

Ok. So. I normally hate AUs and Especially crossover AUs but this.... is incredible. I've tweaked it a lot to keep as close to canon as possible though, hope that's cool (I know you said openly magical Merlin but my mind kinda ran away from me with this one😅)!

I'm thinking the ONLY thing Witcher-y about this universe is that Witchers and monsters (and magic) exist. None of the places/wars/background characters are real (maybe Geralt and Jaskier will make a cameo but probably not).

So maybe when Arthur is born and Igraine dies, Uther is SET on raising a magic hating, magic killing machine, and the best way to do that?? Have him turned into a Witcher. Literally warriors with the SOLE purpose of killing monsters (and if Uther sees all magic users as monster as well, then who in Camelot is gonna correct him?) So he ships him off to Witcher school as a new born (school of the Bear, obviously) and tells them to do what they want to him, as long as he comes out capable of great violence, will do what he is told, and is returned when he comes of age.

Maybe the Bears try to keep him? Arthur is one of their Cubs, and Uther is obviously a terrible father with terrible morals and even worse motives, but Uther shows up a year after Arthur comes of age with an army. They may be Witchers, but there are few of them, and they don't stand a chance.

So Arthur is returned to Camelot as the Famed Witcher Prince, given control of the knights, and told to hop to. (Uther also banishes him from EVER using his signs, because it's a little too close to magic for his comfort.) Camelot's army becomes almost impossible to beat, because though they may not physically be Witchers, they're trained like Witchers, and that goes a long way on the battlefield.

The round table knights come along (Leon's always been there and is oddly protective of The Witcher Prince. But Gwaine and Lancelot (both of whom have met Merlin outside of Camelot before) and Elyan and Percival show up) and... Arthur is extremely fond of them in a way he doesn't even really understand. But he's a Witcher, nothing but a killer, so he struggles to connect with them. But of all the knights he has, they're the only ones that really try? Leon makes sure he looks after himself and Elyan asks about his weapons and Gwaine takes the piss and Percival and Lancelot treat him so softly he doesn't know what to do with it. And none of them are scared of him. Everyone's scared of him. His adopted sister can barely look at him (though he gets the feeling that it's pity and well as fear), the councilmen are terrified, the people he's meant to be protecting are scared of him. Even Uther is afraid that one day Arthur will break from his control.

And then Merlin shows up (a few years later than in canon) and Lance and Gwaine are excited to see him so... he can't be that bad, if two of his favourite people love him. And Merlin isn't scared of him either. And though something about the man feels... off (Uther confiscated his medallion because it was in the same vein as Witcher signs: too close to magic he couldn't control or explain) he's nice, and funny, but also doesn't put up with his shit. (Merlin is definitely the Jaskier to Arthur's Geralt). They clash a lot at first, in the same way that Arthur and Gwaine used to clash before they began to understand each other. And then they become besties and Merlin is usually the one to make Arthur smile and comforts him when he starts to hate his eyes or his scars or his stupid silver sword.

Arthur confesses to him late one night that Camelot doesn't feel like his home, that he hates his father for what he did; not for sending him away, but for bringing him back again. Condemning him to hundreds of years on the throne of a Kingdom who would kill him if he weren't the Prince, who killed his clan and and hates the other schools and forces him to kill people who are are only slightly different to him. In fact, if another Witcher wandered into the Kingdom, Uther would probably have Arthur kill them for being a magic wielding feral monster. He also confesses that whilst half the monsters he kills, the Drowners and the hags and the Alghouls, actually deserve it, the rest... the far away Griffins that live in peace, and the Cockatrice that was hiding in it's cave and hurting no one, and the Unicorn that Witchers normally don't kill anyway, the sorcerers who dare to just exist... they don't deserve it. And he kills them anyway because that's what he's built to do. And then Merlin tells him it isn't. Merlin is the first person in his entire time in Camelot who tells him he isn't built to kill, but he's built to protect, built to lead as well, if that's what he wants. He reveals his own magic and Arthur is beyond touched that Merlin would trust him of all people with this. Merlin explains that whilst it might be Arthur's destiny to rule Albion and bring magic back and undo what Uther did, if he wants to run away right now, to never think about destiny again, Merlin will go with him. And the knights probably would to.

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ANYWAY I GOT WAY TOO INTO THAT!!! This is DEFINTIELY going on The List in the next update!!

#witcher #bbc merlin #merlin witcher crossover #crossover #witcher!arthur #merthur #prompt #witcher signs #witcher medallion #send requests #send asks #asks #requests #i LOVE this #i love YOU

[transhenryjekyll]

Jaskier in The Witcher Season 2

Everyone's already complained about how different season 2 was from the books (and I 100% agree), so I'm not gonna talk about that. However, I haven't seen anyone talk about how oddly characterized and underused Jaskier was in this season. Of course this is all my opinion, but let's get into it! Spoilers below the cut.

Of course, we've already seen how they changed Jaskier from the book in season 1. Perhaps the biggest change was the addition of the scene where Geralt yelled at Jask on the mountain, which resulted in Jaskier leaving him for the foreseeable future. Keep in mind that they had traveled together for around 20 years before this happened. Even though we see Geralt occasionally insisting that they aren't friends, we know that realistically they had to share a close bond and have a strong level of trust between each other, otherwise neither of them would've been able to stand each other for so long.

Now, imagine how much pain Jaskier would've been in after that moment. His best, and perhaps only, friend of 20 years just told him that his greatest wish was to never see him again. Ouch, right? Well, I had assumed that Jaskier would be hurt by this, but he seems to forgive Geralt almost immediately. Sure, he writes a song basically telling Geralt to burn in hell, but as soon as he sees Geralt again, they're back to being besties! Personally, I really hated them being friends again so quickly. I wanted to see tension between them, maybe show them having trouble working together, or even have Jaskier verbally hurt Geralt in return. After all, in his song he used the term "Butcher", which he knows Geralt despises, to purposefully hurt him. But somehow the writers just forgot about how horribly Jaskier felt about this. To me, it felt really out of character for him to not hold a grudge against Geralt at all.

In addition to this, he basically did nothing the entire season. His only good moments were helping the elves & getting tortured by Rience. Other than that, he was only used for comedic relief. This resulted him seeming out of place in a lot of scenes because he wasn't actually doing anything. As I said before, it would've been good development for both him and Geralt to have them deal with the difficult emotions they had left between each other. I hope they address this in the next season. It just seems odd for them to be friends again after they made such a big deal out of their fight in season 1. They also could've done more with his role as the Sandpiper and his sympathy for the elves. Plus, I would've loved to see the other witchers' reactions to him being in Kaer Morhen with them, as this never happens in the books. Speaking of which, how on earth did he avoid getting chomped by a Basilisk during that fight scene when he had no one protecting him??

Anyway, I think that's all I have to say, but I might talk more about my thoughts of this season in a later post. Thank you for reading!!

#witcher meta #jaskier #geralt of rivia #the witcher #the witcher season 2 #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #henry cavill #joey batey #witcher spoilers #witcher s2 #netflix witcher #julian alfred pankratz #witcher jaskier #dandelion the witcher #azzy talks

[lioneliness-etc]

Witcher AU idea where jaskier is an aspiring punk rocker trying to get some cash on the side using his classical training as accompanist for some ballet classes, only to be completely enchanted by dancer!Geralt.

He’s down bad, cannot focus because of this Beautiful Man and the graceful, complete control he has over his body as he dances. But jaskier assumes they are from different worlds… until he sees Geralt moshing in the pit at a punk show! 😱

Additional ideas:

Jaskier is FUMING with jealousy when he sees Geralt partnered with ballerina!Yennefer. But he ends up hanging out with her while she breaks in new pointe shoes and stretches and such, and they become Besties.

Vesemir was a famous dancer in his day and trained his boys to be The Best in the Business. He takes pride in them being Famous in the dance world but a normie like Jaskier is like “who are these people?”

Ciri is a young dancer who got a scholarship to study and has a rocky relationship with her foster family. She latches on to Geralt like a baby leech. He pretends to hate it but he and Yennefer vow to do ANYTHING to protect her from toxicity in the dance world.

please feel free to use this and/or talk to me about ideas in this world!!!

#the witcher shitpost #geraksier #geralt x jaskier #geralt witcher #yennefer #chaotic jaskier #witcher au #ballet au #i love these idiots

[stargirlfics]

Okay but seeing the various angles of Geralt acting as a father figure to Ciri in S2 had my brain BARKING. All my Daddy! Henry kinks were flooding to the surface🥴😮‍💨

SAME FOR ME BESTIE I WAS LOSING IT! The protectiveness and everything 🥺🥺🥺🥺 my heart truly soared!

#asks

[fawnnbinary]

Alright so, I'm bestie/roommate/mumblebee, I do a lot of writing and shit and come up with most of our aus. If someone wants to write a fanfic and submit it to Miles, or do full publish with credit to both of our blogs, I'd be okay with it, after there's more information out there.

Miles has only really put out that Jaskier is horny for Geralt and gets bullied on stream, and that Geralt is a horror masked streamer. I feel like there's not enough to do justice to it. For aus I create, I am very protective of them and the details miles and I come up with (because someone we both knew tried to take credit for a fully created world I made) and the final word of if anyone creates for the au, comes down to me.

If you want to write for the au, feel free to ask miles more questions first! So you can get the base information we have (timeline, environment, the people in their lives). We have a lot of info about it! We have everything involving Geralts career hammered out, and I think you'd really like some of the aspects we have included! So, yes, right now, fanfic is off the table, but that's not forever. Just until there's more, or until miles gets fixated and does a mad long infodump post

^^ :D so less of a hard no and more of a "wait a bit and we'll let you know!!!"

#miles.ask #from bumblebee #take this as the biggest SEND QUESTIONS!!!!!! TALK TO MEEEE!!!! #also as a big 'Miles has to ask Bestie about Geralt things bc he is their Geralt Guy'

[onlyhenrys]

She-Wolf - Chapter 11

She-Wolf

Summary:  She’s the only female witcher. He’s the most powerful witcher in the continent. What happens when the two cross paths?

Series Masterlist: here

Warning: Violence and mention of possession 

Thank you @iloveyouyen​ for being my amazing bestie/wife and for beta’ing this chapter <3 

Chapter 11 Geralt swallowed as he looked at the raven-haired woman in front of him. Time seemed to freeze and her pale skin glowed as she stalked closer towards them, her black and white dress flowing freely around her feet. The presence of the woman was both familiar and intimidating to the white-haired witcher. Memories from another life flashed in front of his eyes and he had to clear his throat before being able to face the fearless woman. The two of them had shared a lifetime worth of intimate moments and Geralt knew that he was one of the only people that had ever seen her vulnerable side. Being with Avyanna almost felt like he was betraying her, even when he knew that Yennefer didn’t see it that way. 

The featherlight touch of her fingers brushed over his skin and he closed his eyes at the sensation of her touch. 

‘’Hello, Geralt,’’ her voice was smooth and so familiar that his body leaned closer on instinct. She withdrew from him, leaving him cold and focused on Avyanna, who was shielded behind him. 

‘’I heard you needed my help?’’ Her voice remained the same and yet her features darkened as she came face to face with the she-wolf. 

Avyanna straightened and lifted her head, amber eyes locking with violet ones. “Not if you’re being so smug about it.” 

Yennefer’s features softened and a smirk pulled at her lips as she shook her head, sharing her lilac and gooseberry scent with everyone that was close enough. “Always the feisty one,” she muttered, before pulling the female Witcher in her embrace. 

The redhead relaxed into the other female’s arms and placed her hands against her shoulders, holding her close. She was never close to the older mage, mainly because she couldn’t stand the sight of Geralt and Yennefer together, but also because the raven-haired woman secretly intimidated her. 

Yennefer released her grip and took a step back, looking over her shoulder to the rest of the company, her eyes lingering on the element bender. 

“Mmmh, interesting,” she mumbled, stepping closer to the silver-haired woman, “I can feel the power running through your veins.” 

“And I can feel yours,” Nesrin raised her chin, not afraid to face the woman in front of her, “the elements told me about you. Yennefer of Vengerberg, the most powerful sorceress of the continent, you have so much potential,” she sighed, “and yet you waste it pining over someone that doesn’t belong with you.”

Faolàn jumped in between the two of them as Yennefer stepped forward to lash out, her hands already lit up with unused magic. “Woah, calm down,” he pulled Nesrin behind him, shielding her with his large body. The earth started to shake as Nesrin braced herself, ready to face off with the mage in front of her. 

‘’What’s going on here?’’ thundered a heavy voice, successfully breaking the two women apart. The earth settled down and Faolán sighed in relief before pulling the petite woman against his side, secretly hiding her from the woman with the burning violet eyes. 

Avyanna broke free from the group and jumped into the older man’s arms, her face pressed in the crook of his neck. ‘’Vesemir, I missed you.’’ 

A chuckle vibrated through his body as he pressed her close against his body before settling her back on her feet, taking in the rest of the company. ‘’I see we’re all getting along?’’ 

The mage pressed her lips together and stared away in the distance, while the element bender giggled, not at all fazed by the incident. ‘’I can’t promise that.’’ 

The old witcher shook his head and turned away, mumbling something about the attitude of the young ones, before leading the way up to the old castle. Avyanna looked up as he felt a presence next to her. ‘’I see the two of you finally decided to stop pretending to not like each other?’’ 

She grinned as Eskel pointed to Geralt, who was keeping his eye on them, an unreadable expression on his face. ‘’Yeah, I guess we did.’’ 

A soft hand touched her shoulder as the witcher smiled, his eyes softened when they met hers. ‘’I’m happy for you,’’ he faced Geralt, who had crept closer, ‘’for both of you.’’ 

She squeezed his hand and watched as he joined Faolàn and Nesrin, who immediately jumped into a conversation with the quiet witcher. An arm around her waist pulled her attention back to the White Wolf and a smile took over.

“Are you okay?” He softly mumbled, his concern for her clear in his amber eyes. 

She leaned up and pressed a soft kiss on his rough cheek, trying to take some of the concern away. “I’m good,” she sighed, “I just really hope Yen is able to find out what’s wrong with me. I hate being a danger to all of you.” 

He looked like he wanted to reassure her, but she captured his lips with hers, preventing him from speaking words that she knew held no truth into them. “Don’t,” she warned him, as she pulled back, “I know what kind of risk I am, no need to pretend I’m not.” 

He kept quiet for the rest of the walk, his features sharp as he took in his surroundings, overwhelmed with memories. This was the place where he taught Ciri how to fight, where he fell in love for the first time, where he learned what it was like to truly be in pain, where his heart got broken…

Dark clouds covered the sky and the wind started to pick up, pulling Geralt from his train of thoughts. The horses became restless as they picked up the trace of magic that was lingering in the air, their hooves scraping the cold ground in nerves. Geralt shuddered at the sudden cold that crept up his skin and gazed down at Avyanna. ‘’Are you alright?’’ 

The She-Wolf had her eyes closed, a thin layer of sweat covering her face as she seemed to strain herself, almost like she was trying to fight something. 

When she opened her eyes, Geralt bit back a curse. A leaf green had replaced the smouldering amber, but the look in her eyes was different. She seemed terrified as her body started to tremble, her fists clenching and unclenching. ‘’Geralt - ‘’ 

He reached out with his hands, slowly approaching the terrified witcher, aware of the others who had stopped to watch. ‘’It’s alright, Avy. Grab my hand, I will help you through it.’’ 

She took a step forward, one of her hands raised when a deep shudder ran through her body and a tear escaped. ‘’I’m sorry,’’ she whispered and Geralt knew the instant she was gone. Her body stopped shaking as she straightened and her cold eyes locked with his amber ones. 

Dread filled his stomach as a smirk crept up her bloodless lips, cocking her head to the side. ‘’Hello, Geralt.’’ 

Thunder sounded from a distance and a flash of lightning cleaved through the sky, hitting the ground near Faolán, making him jump back, dragging Nesrin with him. A chuckle rang through the air and Geralt watched in horror as Avyanna summoned a ball of lightning between her hands, holding it like a toy. 

‘’So,’’ she smiled, ‘’who’s next?’’ 

Red strands of hair plastered against her head as it started pouring, making it almost impossible for Geralt to see her. Even more magic filled the air as both Yennefer and Nesrin readied themselves, both a faint light in the heavy storm. 

Chaos broke loose as Avyanna released more lightning, hitting both Eskel and Faolán. The wolves flew backwards and an angry cry broke the heavy silence as Nesrin flew through the air, her silver hair like a halo around her head. Geralt dashed forward and threw his body in front of Avyanna, protecting her from the furious element bender. 

‘’Nesrin, please,’’ he begged her, his hands stretched in front of him, ‘’ don’t hurt her. Avyanna is still inside.’’ 

The redhead chuckled from behind him. ‘’Are you sure of that, White Wolf?’’ 

His boots slipped in the mud as he turned to face her, his movements, so quick that he had her pinned against the wall before she could blink. A look of surprise crossed her face before she relaxed against his grip as a lazy smile started to spread. ‘’Hello, there.’’ 

His hand wrapped itself around her throat, holding her tightly against the cold wall. ‘’Let her go,’’ he growled between clenched teeth, ‘’you’ve had your fun, now back off.’’ 

She managed to free her hand and reached up, brushing the wet strands of hair away from his face. ‘’The fun has just begun, why would I leave the festivities early?’’ 

Her gaze shifted to Nesrin, who dragged Faolán on her lap, her pleads for him to wake up desperate, painful. ‘’She really loves him, doesn’t she?’’ Nesrin cradled his face in her hands and pressed her forehead against his, whispering softly. ‘’A love like that almost warms my heart.’’ 

Her gaze fell back on the witcher in front of her, who was studying her, his tight grip still around her throat. ‘’Would you sacrifice yourself for her?’’ 

‘’Yes,’’ he said, without hesitation, ‘’I would sacrifice everything for her.’’ He leaned closer, his amber eyes burning with desperation. ‘’I know you’re in there, Avy.’’ One hand released her throat and stroke her cheek, ‘’Fight, Avyanna, fight. I can’t even imagine how hard it must be, but we’re going to help you. Just come back to us,’’ his voice dropped to a whisper, ‘’come back to me, please.’’ A tremor ran through her body as he pleaded. 

‘’I love you,’’ he pressed his forehead against hers, slowly releasing her throat. ‘’I love you so, so much, Avy, you have no idea.’’  

He waited for her to burst out in laughter, to mock him. But when she stayed quiet he lifted his head and amber eyes stared back at him, the edges silver with tears. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck before her body collapsed and Geralt rushed forward to scoop her up in his arms. 

He felt her eyes burn a hole through his back and turned around, facing the raven-haired witch. She had her arms crossed in front of her chest, her eyebrow raised in question. ‘’I guess this is why you need my help?’’ She pointed at the chaos around her. Eskel had managed to recover and was standing close to Vesemir, while Nesrin was still on the ground with Faolán, his unconscious body limp as she held onto his hand, silent tears on her cheeks. 

‘’Can you help her?’’ he whispered, the words heavy in his mouth. 

Yennefer released a deep breath before answering truthfully, ‘’ do you want the good or the bad news?’’ 

‘’Honestly?’’ he shrugged, sudden tiredness threatening to drag him down, ‘’I just want the truth.’’ 

A muscle clenched in her jaw before she averted her violet eyes. ‘’You may want to sit down then.’’ 

#she wolf #she-wolf #tw: possession #tw: violence #henry cavill #geralt of rivia #female witcher #netflix #the witcher #geralt of rivia x oc #geralt of rivia x ofc #henry cavill characters #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill imagine #geralt of rivia angst

[toss-some-coffee-to-your-witcher]

Guys. I need fics. Specifically, I need fluffy, warm, cuddly, supportive geraskier fics. I love the stories about their friendship and how their relationship grows through the years.

And I have the SOFTEST SPOT EVAAA for supportive, caring, lovely, protective Jaskier towards Geralt. When he’s hurt or sad or upset or anything, just Jaskier being the perfect, loving bestie AH I CAN’T. THE FEELS.

Geralt being soft and supportive is bomb too, but I love Jaskier taking care of him more than anything. Pleeeeease slam me with fic links and what not! Pretty pretty pleeeeease!!!!

#the witcher #geralt of rivera #jaskier x geralt #jaskier #geraskier #geraskier fic #the witcher fic