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geraskierfanficprompts · 12 days

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Prompt 4

Geralt is the captain of a pirate ship, named "Kaer Morhen." Perhaps he's still a witcher, perhaps he's just a regular old human (with white hair and golden eyes? Lol) His brothers (and "cousins" from other witcher schools) Now I can see this going two different ways, so choose a favorite (or make up your own, I am only the beginning, I hold no affront of being anything more) Jaskier is a nobleman's son, aboard his family's ship, possibly on his way to be forced into a marriage to a woman he doesn't love. And either he falls overboard or he's shoved off as a murder attempt, but he's lost in the ocean. Lambert (or someone else, but I love to imagine how Lambert would attempt to call this out to his captain who he doesn't take seriously 90% of the time, #brothers) calls that he spots a man bobbing in the sea, and they haul him up. The majority of the crew sees sight of his jewels and finery and insists on holding him ransom. But when the prisoner wakes up and isn't afraid of death, Geralt looks into this a little more. Apparently their prisoner won't get a ransom because his entire family despise him and his want to run away and become a bard. Funny. Most pirate ships have entertainers aboard to help the pirates deal with months of nothing but ocean. Perhaps they'll have use of this dumb twink after all. OR, option number two Jaskier is a nobleman's son, chained and starved for the crime of wanting to become a bard and not wanting to marry some prissy noblewoman. He hears a lot of loud noises and screams and then a bunch of burly men in fur cloaks stomp down and start rifling through their supplies. One catches eye of him and immediately yells to the captain. The captain is a very handsome man with silver locks and bright eyes, and the dreaded pirate captain is treating Jaskier with more kindness and gentleness than his family or their workers ever have. The pirate hauls Jaskier up into his arms and carries him to their own ship, laying him down in his own bed, and looking over his injuries and sending one of his crewmembers to make hm a fine meal. Jaskier begins telling the captain of his abusive life beforehand and mentions that all he's ever wanted is to spread music and love, and shockingly enough, this big scary (gorgeous) man doesn't even laugh at him for it.. Oh fuck he's falling in love-

♡!Optional addons!♡ • Geralt gayly teaching his bard how to swordfight!!!

• Perhaps Jaskier's family is crueler and has done more than beat him, perhaps they've stabbed him or something, and the very last thing he sees before he passes out from bloodloss is Geralt (Maybe he even thinks he's an angel! Lmfao)

• Geralt getting lovingly bullied by his brothers for taking care of his songbird so well

• Geralt's crew revenge-robbing or revenge-killing Jaskier's family if we do Option one for the story (attempted-murder route), since it's implied it happens in Option Two while they ransack the ship-

• Perhaps I'll do a sequel for this prompt one day for Mermaid Jaskier, I do LOVE mermaids, take this as a much smaller and much less detailed prompt for if you want that idea, too! Perhaps the Pankratz ship has a captured mer aboard, parched and dehydrated (I just mostly think it'd be funny if Geralt was checking his pulse and if he has any injuries while random other witches dump buckets of sea water on him-)

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estelior · 1 year

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So, are you gonna just watch, or finally do something, Geralt?

#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #geralt z rivii #jaskier #the witcher #geralt of rivia #my art #otp: bard and witcher

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fangirleaconmigo · 10 months

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As a writer who writes a ton of Jaskier, I wanna know. With JUST what we have of S3 after Ep 5,

How are the Jaskier fans who have primarily shipped Geralt x Jaskier feeling?

I’m gonna do this again after the full season drops btw I’m just a v nosy biznatch.

#the witcher #jaskier #geraskier #radovid #radskier #vespula

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xoteajays · 1 year

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World Building Wednesday + Thira of Vattweir, please?

@dancingsunflowers-ocs 🖤❤️🖤

B A S I C S

full name: thira of vattweir.

gender: cis female.

sexuality: biromantic bisexual.

pronouns: she/her.

O T H E R S

family: middle child of the family, probs an older brother and a couple younger siblings. all likely long dead at this point.

birthplace: somewhere in vattweir but probably not the capital.

job: supposed to be a court sorceress but she got kidnapped.

phobias: losing control of her wereowl side, closed in spaces, being bound in any way (chains, shackles, rope, etc), having doors locked, loud sounds, drowning.

guilty pleasures: she just wants to be in the bath, any bath, throw in some flowers or oils and leave her alone to get wrinkly.

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: probably chaotic good or chaotic neutral.

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues- chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert / extrovert

organized/ disorganized

close minded / open-minded

calm / anxious

disagreeable / agreeable

cautious / reckless

patient / impatient

outspoken / reserved

leader / follower

empathetic / unemphatic

optimistic / pessimistic

traditional / modern

hard-working / lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: thira x jaskier.

ot3: listen jaskier x thira x yennefer would fuck as an ot3.

brotp: thira + geralt should be bros actually, but it’s probably thira + yen.

notp: as with most of my notps, it’s any shipping with the child! thira x ciri.

world building wednesday.

#dancingsunflowers ocs #tj answers #oc: thira #sorry this took so long!#forgot it was in my inbox oop #n-e-way thira the ptsd baby

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hollynutmeg · 2 years

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holly ~ 31 ~ she/they ~ pan ~ pro ship ~ fanwriter ~ fanartist ~ i have adhd ~ italian

i love: cats, music (basically any genre), pasta, bright colours, cauliflowers, countryside, bare feet on grass, the smell of rain on dry soil, the sound of waves, pine trees, nuts, socialism, communism, anarchy

i hate: loud noises, big crowds, fireworks, fluo colours, onions, celery, cucumber, the texture of fruit, bigotry, hair removal, billionaires, capitalism, fascists

ships and otps listed by [fandom]

[harry potter] drarry, scorbus, romione, linny, ron/pansy, blaise/seamus, blaise/hermione, james/sirius, pansy/ginny, grindeldore, fred/george

[stranger things] byler, jancy, stancy, steddie, lumax, stonathan, jonathan/nancy/steve

[digimon] taito, yamaken, takari, mishirou, jyouyako

[x-men] cherik, wolverine/jean grey, wolverine/cyclops

[kimetsu no yaiba] tanjiro/zenitsu, tanjiro/inosuke, zenitsu/inosuke, tanjiro/zenitsu/inosuke

[jujutsu kaisen] yuji/megumi, gojo/yuji, gojo/megumi, gojo/yuji/megumi

[hunter x hunter] gon/killua, kurapica/gon, killua/kurapica, gon/killua/kurapica, leorio/kurapica, meruem/komugi

[death note] l/light

[sailor moon] haruka/michiru, haruka/makoto, michiru/makoto, haruka/michiru/makoto, usagi/rei, minako/makoto, makoto/ami, makoto/rei, hotaru/chibiusa, setsuna/hotaru

[kodomo no omocha] akito/sana, naotsumi/brad, akito/shinichi, sana/fuka

[fullmetal alchemist] edo/aru, roy/riza, roy/havoc, havoc/riza, roy/riza/havoc

[the sandman] dreasire, dreamling

[shingeki no kyojin] erwin/levi, eren/mikasa, eren/armin, armin/mikasa, eren/armin/mikasa, jean/sasha, connie/sasha, jean/connie, jean/connie/sasha, reiner/bertold, ymir/historia, annie/mikasa

[the witcher] geralt/yennefer, geralt/jaskier

[lord of the rings + the rings of power] legolas/gimli, frodo/sam, aragorn/boromir, boromir/faramir, faramir/eowyn, elrond/durin, durin/disa, elrond/durin/disa, sauron!halbrand/galadriel, nori/poppy

[a song of ice and fire + game of thrones + house of the dragon] jon/ygritte, jon/samwell, jon/robb, robb/theon, jon/tyrion, young!robert/young!eddard, rhaegar/lyanna, sansa/jeyne, littlefinger/sansa, drogo/daenerys, renly/loras, jaime/brienne, daemon/rhaenyra, rhaenyra/alicent

[merlin (bbc)] merthur

[13 reasons why] winston/alex, winston/monty, alex/charlie, alex/zach, clay/justin

[rpf] jamie c. bower/joseph quinn, foah, james mcavoy/micheal fassbender, bradley james/colin morgan

likes: fluff, smut, fluff&smut, hurt/comfort, vers characters, song!fic, happy ending, angst with happy ending

dislikes: non-con, omegaverse, soulmates, bdsm, bestial, creature!fic, death, crossovers

(YKINMKATO)

i surely forgot something, i’m probably going to update this at some point

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mollymauktealeef · 2 years

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geraskier for the ship asks, and both jask and geralt for the character !!!

geraskier

when I started shipping it if I did: right from the get go tbh, they grabbed me by the throat and didn't let go

my thoughts: i love them your honour

What makes me happy about them: my ideal ship dynamic appears to be asshole with a soft centre x asshole with a soft centre and these two have that in spades

What makes me sad about them: the communication issues, though frankly that can be said about a lot of my fave's

things done in fanfic that annoys me: i slam the back button every time someone makes jaskier a soft little baby incapable of defending himself...there's a lot of bad feminising traits shit that goes on in this fandom in that i mean geralt is the big strapping man and jaskier is painted as the weak fainting damsel in distress and i sigh loudly every time i see it

things I look for in fanfic: good banter and trust

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: yen for both of them, she's the only woman who could put up with them

My happily ever after for them: corvo bianco, retiring to a vineyard

who is the big spoon/little spoon: depends on the day, they switch it up on who needs the security

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: sitting around a campfire, jask composing quietly, singing/humming the occasional lyric or tune as geralt sharpens his swords or organises his potions and ingrediants, quietly comfortable sharing space with one another

jaskier

How I feel about this character: i literally named myself jaskier because of my exposure to them, 'nuff said

All the people I ship romantically with this character: geralt and yen

My non-romantic OTP for this character: zoltan and triss (show triss at least)

My unpopular opinion about this character: he can be very self centred

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: meeting with ciri in the show when??? where is it people!?!

my OTP: geraskier

my cross over ship: i don't have one...except maybe game!geralt x show!jaskier, older and wiser geralt appreciating jaskier? hell's yeah!

a headcanon fact: he's got some elf to him and he has no idea, its the reason he looks so young despite the years passing in show

geralt

How I feel about this character: sir this asshole cat won't stop hissing at me, i love him and i will keep him

All the people I ship romantically with this character: jaskier and yen

My non-romantic OTP for this character: geralt and his brothers, give me the wolf family love all day every day

My unpopular opinion about this character: sometimes he can be a little black/white instead of seeing the greys and often holds everyone around him to that standard leading to him being a broody bitch when they 'fail' to meet it

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: proper apology to his bff after the mountain, fucking commmmee oonn

my OTP: geraskier

my cross over ship: again show x game versions, geralt having to handle dandelion? ha! i love it

a headcanon fact: geralt may not speak a lot but he will buy necessary gifts and the like and hide them in ciri's, jaskier and yen's packs. its how he shows he cares.

(ship/character ask game)

#jask answers #belovedbane

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the-p-in-lgbtqa · 2 years

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Hear me out-

(Part 2)

#Ships where the light haired one is the git? Own my heart #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #the witcher #hannigram #hannibal x will #hannibal #ineffable husbands #crowly x aziraphale #good omens #meme #otps #gay ships

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wolvesandfoxes25 · 10 months

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Looks Geralts given our favorite bard..🪕

#geraskier #geralt and jaskier #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geralt x jaskier #my otp for life #otp #ugh i love them #bi jaskier

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feelsforsterek · 2 years

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"I need no one." ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ "I need your help."

#the witcher #witcher #joey batey #henry cavill #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geraskier #julian alfred pankratz #the witcher netflix #netflix the witcher #the witcher season 2 #hcavilledit #joeybateyedit #geralt x jaskier #geralt x julian #witcheredit #thewitchersdaily #otp

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mischievous-thunder · 2 years

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Interviewer: You used to get annoyed when Jaskier kept on following you everywhere and treating you like you were the most important part of his life, right?

Geralt: Yes.

Interviewer: So, you must be very happy now that he's not doing all that.

Geralt:

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estelior · 2 years

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Sometimes Geralt gets Jaskier’s hint, and finally give him some flowers

#geraskier #geralt z rivii #jaskier #the witcher #gerlion #geralt x jaskier #my art #otp: bard and witcher

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fangirleaconmigo · 2 years

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The Witcher, any version you prefer. 4, 10, 11, 20.

Hello hello! Yayyyyy an ask for the tv/book/movie ask. I guess it isn't surprising but I love talking about mah stories.

I'll do the witcher show (TWN) version, but if anyone wants these questions for the books, they can send me questions for the books.

Ok, Ima be honest about my feelings, but pls don't worry about me if you love what I dislike. Love what you love. Don't mind me XD.

Show

4. A character I couldn't care less about.

I'm sorry folks, after S2 idgaf about show!Vesemir. I actually really love that character and all of his complexities and moral quandaries. But I was so enraged by what he did to Ciri and Geralt that I couldn't give a shit about that old man anymore. It was stupid. He knew better. That man is 300 years old. His motivation was weak.

I still care about him in the books, games and in fic. But when we get S3 I'll just be throwing popcorn at the tv whenever his face comes onscreen.

(also, even though the actor is great, idgaf about show!Cahir. Stop smelling Yen's hair. Get a job. Stay away from her, etc etc.)

10. A ship I would gladly go down with... and then become Davey Jones, so I can continue to captain said ship for eternity

Oh gosh my shipping is all over the place. In canon, I demand better for Yenralt. They are the canon otp/soulmates and they deserve better.

In fanon, it depends on the season, and I multiship. But I clearly cannot stop writing Geraskier, so there is obviously just something about it for me. (I won't go on about it or I'll write a novel)

11. A ship that makes me want to look into the camera like I'm on The Office

bahahahhahahah um I think I'm so used to fandom that nothing at all surprises me. You cannot shock me. I don't even flinch anymore. I am bulletproof. XD

20. Fics/fanart I'd love to see

I just wrote and deleted an entire answer because I remembered I'm answering these based on TWN. So for TWN only, I'm enamored with Yennskier. I'm loving the art and fic people are producing for them.

But I'd love more rarepair stuff too. I'm partial to Yen x Renfri.

And ok, here's a crossover I have to include. I love Jaskier x Eskel (book and game), and as far as I'm concerned we can never have enough Jaskel art. We have few Jaskel artists so I cherish every art of them I can find.

#asks #ask games #tv ask game #twn

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screechwhisper · 2 years

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yenna and witcher!jaskier my beloved

#my art #witcher!jaskier #yenneskier #jaskier is a cat witcher change my mind #geralt x yennefer x jaskier #yenskier #jaskier x yennefer #otp #the witcher #yennaskier fanart #yenneskier fanart

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dont-touch-the-phlebotinum · 2 years

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Congrats on the follower milestone!! I've been trying (and failing) to come up with a good prompt so, based entirely on my recent shopping habits - perhaps something where Geralt decides to buy Jaskier a weapon? (Or Jask just goes and does it himself). Something about swords/daggers and training and "oh my god who gave the bard a deadly weapon??"

This ended up being less 'wacky hijinks' and more 'let's traumatise the bard some more!', so I hope you like it! (Also sorry for taking approximately 20 years to write this, real life has been A Lot)

CWs for blood, violence, aftermath of torture. Contains S2 spoilers.

Jaskier doesn't know why he stops. The market square is too busy, too loud around him, and not in the fun, inviting way it always used to be. Yet despite his every instinct urging him to retreat to the safety of his lodgings, Jaskier remains in place, letting himself be buffeted by the crowds as he stares down at the stall in front of him.

In the cold midwinter sunshine, the daggers on display glitter like jewels.

There are long, curved blades; daggers small enough to be secreted within a sleeve and unleashed with deadly accuracy; ones with ornate, gem-encrusted hilts, more akin to a betrothal gift than anything one might sully with bloodshed. Yet Jaskier's eye is drawn to one of the more unassuming offerings: a small, slim blade with a simple hilt, made from polished steel. It reminds him of the knives Geralt carries.

"Half price," the stall's vendor says, jolting Jaskier from his thoughts, and as she leans in closer so that only he can hear, she adds, "for a friend of Xin'trea."

Jaskier looks back to the dagger.

He should turn away. Pull up the hood of his cloak and slip from the market – and perhaps Oxenfurt itself – before he attracts any other undue attention. Instead, he reaches for his purse.

The dagger is a strange weight at his side as he ducks his head and hurries back through the city.

It's a simple precaution, he tells himself as he tucks the knife into the waistband of his trousers each morning before he sets out for the day. Oxenfurt has always had its unsavoury sides, of course, but there are shadows lurking in the alleyways now; scarred faces looking back at him in the crowd, gone the moment Jaskier turns to focus on them. He's glad for the press of the dagger against his hip when the bodies filling the city's streets press in too close around him.

It feels like safety. Like comfort.

Where once he had his lute to occupy his idle hands, more and more he finds the dagger slipping into them. He turns it over between his fingers as he waits for news of the next ship to Xin'trea. He presses his fingertips against the cool steel when the burning in his scars grows too fierce to ignore. He wakes in the dead of night, flames behind his eyes and his own screams still echoing in his ears, and reaches for the blade where it's tucked beneath his pillow, clutching it tightly until his heartbeat slows again.

The fire in his lonely room has died out while he slept, turning the air frigid. Jaskier doesn't bother to get out of bed to relight it. His hand still curled around his dagger, Jaskier reaches for the bottle on the nightstand and drains it. It's foul stuff, the cheapest liquor he could nab from the tavern below, but it goes a little way to fending off the cold.

He burrows back beneath the sheets and closes his eyes again, praying that sleep will return to him in a kinder mood.

Someone else entertains the patrons in the tavern each night now. He's good – his voice clear, his modest collection of songs rousing enough to capture the crowd's attention – but he's not as good as Jaskier.

One day, Jaskier tells himself, as he rubs at his scarred fingers and tries not to look towards the spot across the room where he'd been gifted them. One day he'll make his triumphant return to the stage.

But not just yet.

He's tucked away in the darkest corner of the room, waiting for the last stalwarts propping up the bar to finally shuffle on home before he can find out if there are any in need of passage tonight. He doesn't expect there to be. The number of elves fleeing Redania has been steadily dwindling for weeks. Jaskier prays it's because so many have already made it to safety, and not – well, not the other thing.

He keeps his head down, hoping none of the patrons will recognise him, sipping his drink in grim silence as the evening drags on. It's a little like being Geralt. The thought brings a shadow of a smile to Jaskier's face.

The troubadour ends his set to a polite smattering of applause, and one by one the bodies filter out of the room, until only one figure remains sat at the bar. Jaskier watches the man nod to the barmaid and she promptly disappears out of sight.

For an awful moment as the man pushes himself up from his stool and begins to turn towards Jaskier, he expects to find the firefucker standing over him once again.

The reality doesn't turn out to be much better.

Jaskier's back slams against the wall of the alley behind the tavern hard enough to knock the air from his lungs and make his head spin. Before he can slump to the ground the man hauls him up with an oversized fist curled in Jaskier's shirt.

"Been looking for you," he says.

"Always nice to meet a fan," Jaskier chokes out. He licks his lips and tastes blood.

The man sneers back at him. Instinctively, Jaskier's hand closes around the hilt of his dagger. He focuses on the feel of it against his palm; the familiar contours of the cool metal; the criss-crossing pattern of the leather wrapped around it. Its usual calming effect is lessened, somewhat, by Jaskier's current predicament.

"There's people in this city who'll pay a king's ransom to have the Sandpiper personally delivered to them."

"On the condition of me being alive, I'd wager."

"I'm sure they'll forgive a little damage occurred during transport," he says. He closes his fist around Jaskier's throat and squeezes tight. "Make a fuss and we'll find out."

With his free hand Jaskier claws at the man's wrist but his hold doesn't loosen, and he drags Jaskier away from the wall, towards the street and whatever unthinkable fate awaits him elsewhere in the city.

He doesn't wait to discover it. His hand is moving before his increasingly foggy mind can catch up with it, yanking his dagger from its sheath and plunging it into the man's neck.

Blood spills, hot and thick, over Jaskier's hand.

He's watched Geralt do it a thousand times. Always quick and clean, one stroke and it's done. He made it look easy.

Jaskier doesn't know how many times he clumsily jabs and slashes until the pressure around his throat releases. His attacker sinks to the ground, and Jaskier almost tumbles down with him, sucking down great lungfuls of air as he waits for the world to stop spinning beneath his feet. The continuous hubbub of the city all around him is oddly distant, muffled by Jaskier's pulse thundering in his ears.

"Jaskier," a voice says from somewhere behind him.

He whirls, the knife still outstretched, his heart beating so fast it might kill him before anyone else gets the chance.

Geralt is standing at the mouth of the alleyway, watching him with an expression Jaskier can't decipher.

Jaskier could sob with relief at the sight of him. Maybe he does – he can't really tell anymore. His mind and body feel like they're in two entirely separate locations. "You've got a funny sense of timing," Jaskier hears himself say, and then he's pressed into the solid wall of Geralt's chest, his armour cold against Jaskier's burning skin.

"Come on," says Geralt.

This time as Jaskier's dragged away from the alley, he doesn't fight it.

Geralt steers Jaskier through the streets with an arm around his back, the only thing keeping Jaskier in step beside him, and if he says anything as they hurry towards wherever Geralt's taking him then Jaskier doesn't hear it. He's wrapped in Geralt's cloak, he realises belatedly, and he frowns as he tries to remember Geralt draping it around him.

It smells like him; like pine needles and horse and the musty depths of Geralt's pack where it remains shoved for weeks at a time when the weather on the Path turns favourable. Jaskier breathes it in.

It's not enough to rid him of the stench of blood.

Jaskier stumbles over his own feet and the hand on his flank tightens, pulling him closer against Geralt's side. Geralt's grip doesn't loosen again until he's pushing open a door inside a quiet building Jaskier doesn't recognise and ushering him into the room.

"It's all right," Geralt says as he sits Jaskier on the edge of the narrow bed and kneels at his feet. "We're safe here."

Jaskier nods. He lets Geralt peel the cloak from his shoulders, and only as he gently prises Jaskier's fingers open does Jaskier realise the dagger is still clutched in his hand. The blade and hilt are both dark with blood. It's beginning to dry on Jaskier's hands by now, thick and sticky, and bile rises in the back of his throat at the sight of it curdling on his skin. Yet he can't tear his eyes away.

"I've never–" he manages, before the thought chokes him.

Geralt takes the knife from him and sets it aside. With cautious fingers he brushes the hair from Jaskier's eyes, but instead of drawing away again he cups Jaskier's face in his hand, the rough pad of his thumb wiping the wetness from Jaskier's cheek. Jaskier presses into the touch as Geralt's hand lingers.

"You did what you had to," says Geralt, softly.

Jaskier's lost count how many times he's said the same to Geralt over the years. His lips twitch at the memories. "Does hearing that ever help?"

"Not really," Geralt admits with a wry smile of his own.

There's a bowl and ewer beside the bed and Geralt reaches for them, dipping a cloth in the water as he takes one of Jaskier's bloody hands in his own. It's no different from anything Jaskier's done for Geralt, so accustomed to tending Geralt's wounds after a hunt that he doesn't flinch at the blood he cleans from Geralt's skin, doesn't bother to ask if it belongs to Geralt or something else. Yet the sight of Geralt kneeling in front of him now, clutching Jaskier's stained hand like he's afraid he might break it… it's all wrong.

But even as Jaskier wills himself to pull his hand away his body refuses to cooperate.

"You don't have to," he says instead.

"I know."

Geralt dabs the cloth against Jaskier's knuckles, his touch so impossibly gentle Jaskier has to bite back a sob.

"Why did he call you Sandpiper?" says Geralt after a long, quiet moment.

Jaskier shrugs. "What are you doing in Oxenfurt?" he says. He forces a grin as he meets Geralt's gaze again. "I know you're not here for the poetry."

The room slips back into silence as Geralt purses his lips, his eyes downcast, but from the deep furrows between his eyebrows it seems he's actually trying to muster up an answer. "You left Kaer Morhen so quickly," he replies. "We didn't have time to…"

He trails off then, and doesn't seem inclined to chase after the rest of his sentence, but before Jaskier can decide if he has the energy to press the matter Geralt turns Jaskier's hand over to clean his palm. He stills at the sight of the burns on Jaskier's fingers, the scars as vivid as the memories, almost as stark against Jaskier's fair skin as the blood staining it.

Jaskier yanks his hand out of Geralt's. "Barely hurts anymore," he says with a tight smile.

Geralt just stares, pale brows tilted in concern, his lips a thin, severe line.

"I'm fine, Geralt," Jaskier insists. "I can take care of myself."

He's proved that tonight, at least. Perhaps in the morning that thought will bring him some comfort.

Geralt sits back. His gaze flicks from the bloody dagger to Jaskier's hand still clutched against his chest. "Jaskier," he begins.

Those vivid yellow eyes peer back up at him. Jaskier tries not to see flames within them.

"I think you need to tell me everything."

#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #geraskier fic #the witcher fic #the witcher spoilers #otp: fuck off bard #the witcher #my writing

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